Fingers crossed you’re having a good day and this isn’t gonna add to a swarm of messages in your inbox! 🖤 I just saw some gorgeous fan art of Noctis on my dash of him in the buff (lol) to show the scars on his back from his childhood so I was wondering if you could maybe write something for the bros and their S/Os kissing their various scars to show they don’t change how much they love them? I couldn’t see a prompt like this in the master list but I might have missed it so sorry if I did!!

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I love crying as I write lmao XD  I hope you enjoy nonnie!!  

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Ignis

Lips drifted over the curve of his nose, the dip of his jaw, across his forehead.  Hands cradled his face and lit fires beneath his skin.  Hair tickled his neck and a body kept him warm on the edge of the bed.  His hands stayed at his sides, gripping the edge of the bed, the sheets in his fingers creasing and tangling.  A soft breath fanned across his face smelling of mint and coffee.  His own breath shuddered as he let the love blanket him, seep into him, comfort him.  Tears clogged his throat and threatened to spill from his marbled eyes.  

“You are so wholly beautiful,” you whispered.  Your lips brushed over the scar marring the left side of his face.  "I see you as you are, not as you were.  I love you for what you have been and will become.  My love for you will never falter.“  Warm lips left the side of his face and he felt a forehead rest against his.  The silver fell from his eyes as he breathed out.  

Thank you.

Gladio

“Do you love me?” He asked.  His eyes were vulnerable, the amber turning to a dull brown.  There were fissures there, cracks in the typically invincible armor.  The Cupid’s bow of his lips had fallen and the pain that pinched his brow was something far worse than a physical pain.  A single word could take this man down.  A single word could break this incredible Shield beyond repair.  "I’m a beast with a scarred face.  I scare children and adults can only stare when I meet them.“  His shoulders were slumped and you never thought such a large man could look so small. Your heart broke and you could swear it made a sound, echoing in the dimly lit room.  

You walked up before him and gently took his face into your palms.  He’d looked away from you, eyes cast down to the floor.  The frown on his face was filled with a mixture of anger and self-pity and you ached knowing that all of it was directed at himself.  When he met your eyes again you shook your head.  "I love you very, very much Gladiolus Amicitia.  Your scars do not change how I see you or the amount that I love you.”  Your voice was a whisper but as hard as adamant.  You leaned forward, lips pressing to each of the scars decorating his face. “You are a wonderful man with a heart that’s even more so.  That is why I love you.”

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