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Stolen moments

the stolen moments meme.

Time spent with the person you care the most for is a precious, invaluable thing. Most people take it for granted, though, as they can be with their beloved as much as they'd like. But not you. You and the one you love are kept apart - for whatever reason.

Today, though, you get a rare private moment with them. This is the first time in quite a while, and may be the last time in months, if not years. What do you do? Comfort each other? Hold each other tight? Have sex? Argue? The specifics are up to you; mix and match your canons, tag someone new to see how this stolen moment plays out.

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He hasn't heard (or felt) Prompto be so given over into misery before. Snake holds onto Prompto, not having any clue how to make his boyfriend better. Or if he can.

But maybe it's how he survived his own trauma. Time. Patience. Love.

"Of course. My home is your home for as long as you want it to be." Clover, he's sure, would say the same thing.

There are a lot of other questions Snake has. What's going to happen to the world? Will the sunlight go away forever? But that's not something he can ask Prompto and his friends right now.

Time, patience and love sounds like the best recipe for helping Prompto overcome his recent trauma. Love especially. Prompto couldn't bear the thought of being alone right now. He's already lost Noct, he can't lose anyone else.

His sobs soften to smaller sniffles, mostly because he's cried himself to near exhaustion. "Thank you, I couldn't stand it if I was by myself right now."

Snake fluffs Prompto's hair, laying his cheek on his boyfriend's head. The younger man feels as though he might be winding down.

Then two things occur to Snake. Prompto really doesn't have a place to live, since his city is gone. Not only that, what about his other friends?

"Where are your other companions, Prompto? Are they at the hotel?"

Are they also so affected by losing Noctis that they all went their separate ways?

Prompto really has no place to call home anymore. His city is destroyed, his best friend sucked into a crystal and his parents... well, he doesn't know for sure if they're dead; but if they are alive then they've made zero attempt to contact him - it hardly screams 'concerned, loving parents'.

"They uh... Gladio was gonna stay with Iris until they figure out their next move. Ignis too, most likely. But he needs time to properly heal too and adjust to life without his sight."

"Me? I dunno what I'm gonna do. Daemon hunting, most likely. The nights are getting longer and there are more and more daemons out there. I owe it to Noct to try and keep people safe."

So it's true. Daylight will eventually disappear. Not that it matters much to Snake, but it does matter a lot to the people closest to him.

If the world is going to become a more dangerous place, everyone will have to contribute to safety in some way or another. "I can't help anyone fight, Prompto. But I can play music. And I'm pretty sure I can help your friend adjust to being blind. If he'll allow me to help."

Snake buries his face in Prompto's hair. "If you're going to hunt things, always make this the place you come back to."

"Your music will bring a lot of peace and a lot of hope to a lot of people, Snake. And right now hope is the most important thing we can give these folks." Well, that, and a safe place to stay.

"And I bet Iggy would really appreciate the help. I've tried my best but I bet coming from someone who actually lives with being blind would help him so much better. He's too stubborn to ask for help though."

Prompto lets out a soft sigh, nuzzling closer to Snake. "No matter where I go, I'll always come back to you. Promise."

"Not exactly the home with a white picket fence and raising chocobos you promised, but it will do, Prompto Argentum."

The kittens, feeling everyone be calmer and not crying on them, purred near their humans.

"Do you want to eat anything or just go to sleep?"

"We'll have that home with the white picket fence and chocobos one day. When the light is restored and the world is safe, we'll have our perfect home. I promise." Of course that would mean surviving the darkness first and not getting eaten/maimed by daemons.

Prompto shifts a little more, resting his head on Snake's shoulder. "Can we just sit here a little while longer?" His hand seeks out Snake's holding firm, as though he is afraid Snake might just disappear.

"Of course we can, Prompto."

It's comforting to offer strength to Prompto. Snake has always felt that's something he can rarely give, since he's a non-combatant. With his hand holding Prompto's and his face buried in the soft fluffy hair, they can feel safe here.

Someplace warm and safe and full of their own life to chase away any darkness plaguing the world. At least for a little while.

Snake might not realise but he gives Prom strength without even trying. Just knowing that Snake is always on the end of the phone or waiting for him every time he drops by Lestallum gives him courage to face each new day and whatever challenges it brings.

"I missed you so much, Snake. All I wanted was to hear your voice, to be here safe in your arms. I wish I never had to leave again."

"Me too. But...I know you'll have important things to do. For now, just rest here until you feel better."

He couldn't know, but he has a feeling Prompto's physically wrung out and hurt as well as mentally thrashed. So he rubs his face against that fluffy hair.

"You know something? When we get our picket fence, can you do me a favor and put little designs on each of the pickets? Maybe little chocobos so I can feel them?"

Prompto is glad Snake can't see just how physically beat up he is on top of how mentally exhausted he is. But he'll heal, with time. Especially now he's here with Snake, safe and loved and away from the torture.

"Course I can. We're gonna have the best picket fence in the whole of Eos. And when the sun comes back we can grow beautiful flowers, and fresh vegetables for us and the chocobos to eat."

He had to keep believing that the sun would rise again, that the world wasn't completely doomed.

"That sounds lovely. Speaking of eating, you're probably ravenous. Prompto, why don't I get a few things ready so you can take a shower and relax. Then I'll make us something to eat that will be ready by the time you're done."

Not to mention he can set up the bathroom and lay out the first aid kit and some High Potions for Prompto to use without him hovering near.

Prompto jerks suddenly and grips onto Snake; all but clinging to him again. "N-no. I'm not hungry," his stomach, however, decides it's the perfect moment to let out a traitorous grumble. "Can we just stay here awhile longer?"

He doesn't want to let go. Snake might disappear if he does, and Prom couldn't handle that right now. He's lost Noct, he can't lose Snake too. "Or bed? We could lay in bed?"

The panicky sound of Prompto's voice gives him pause. All right, clearly this called for a change in plans. Not to mention that he didn't stop to consider how raw Prompto still must be if going into another room isn't an option.

"How about you come with me and we'll make some sandwiches together, then I help you get nice and soapy in the shower and then we'll lay in bed. Does that sound better?" He even tried to put as much emotion in his face as he could muster. A slightly difficult feat in that most of the time, Snake always appeared to look bored at whatever was going on.

Prompto considers this new option before nodding, his grip on Snake loosening. The logical part of his brain tells him he's overreacting, that nothing bad will happen; but listening to logic is hard when his nerves are shot and his heart aching.

"Yeah... Yeah, I'd like that." He cups Snake's face in his hands gently, and presses a soft kiss against his lips.

Snake knows he's ruthlessly practical. He's also not the most empathetic of people. He has his faults. But Prompto can see around them and he fought to come back here. To him. He can feel his heart and his stomach flutter at the gentle kiss.

Damn you and your easy way to cut through his sarcasm too. So he tugs Prom along to make the most delicious sandwiches ever.

They're complete opposites, honestly. But Prom can't help it, he's completely head over heels in love with Snake and nothing was going to stand in his way of coming home to him. Not Ardyn. Not the daemons. Not the endless night.

"Thank you. For everything."

Snake makes sure to make sandwiches full of meat and cheese, along with something to drink so they can eat together at the table. Sitting side by side.

"Thank you, Prompto. Thank you for coming back."

Honestly, Snake could've served jam sandwiches and Prompto would've thought it was the most amazing sandwich he had ever seen. However, the actual sandwiches they've made really do look incredible and Prom's stomach growls at the mere thought of eating them.

"I'll always come back to you, Snake. No matter where I go or what I do. I'll always find my way home to you. I promise."

He can hear how relieved Prompto sounds. That he's safe now and confident that he'll come back.

So Snake starts eating. Starts sharing a meal with his boyfriend. The one that he had fears would never return and never know why. And he starts to silently cry. He doesn't sob or anything. Just that tears start to fall from his closed eyes.

Because now that Prompto is safe and secure, Snake can finally feel relief. Even if he doesn't make a sound, other than eating.

It's a promise they both know that he can't be certain to keep; not with the world in the state it's in and all the uncertainty. But it's a a promise he'll try his damnedest to keep, and one that gives him a sense of security.

Prom scoots his seat closer to Snake's and shifts to rest his head on Snake's shoulder as they eat. He doesn't verbally draw attention to the fact Snake is crying, the closeness is enough to comfort them both and reassure them both that they're safe and together.

He had been so scared and alone, but now, he feels the warmth and love of companionship and it's a feeling he never wants to let go of.

It's a little hard to eat with one's throat getting closed off with tears, but Snake tries. He wants to set a good example for Prompto and get him to eat as well.

With a napkin, he wipes his lips and his eyes. He then kisses Prompto, cleans up and leads him to the shower.

"Now then. Let's get nice and clean together. I'll still put a first aid kit here so when you get out, you can tend to everything. Or tell me how I can help. Then you can wear some of my pajamas and we'll go to sleep. Okay?"

Prompto definitely feels more human for having a good, filling meal. It might've only been sandwiches but his stomach saw it as practically a feast. Delicious.

He kisses back and follows Snake. "Sounds perfect. I can't remember the last time I felt clean. I really am glad to be back, Snake. Back home with you. I'm sorry I couldn't get in touch with you sooner." It will be a long time until the guilt leaves Prom.

"I know. It couldn't be helped. But the most important thing right now is that you're alive and you're here."

There's a great temptation to make out in the shower. But mostly, he wants to reassure himself that Prompto is there by getting shampoo in his boyfriend's hair. Then washing it out under the warm water.

He'll sneak in a few touches here and there. He knows Prompto is probably bruised and doesn't want to aggravate any injuries that he might have.

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