Well, I have found and read two fics for Prompto and Lightning and fell in love. X) since I have yet to give this pair a go, and I want a break from Lightning and Noctis, I'm doing an alphabet challenge for these two especially since i'm growing to love this challenge more and more.

The words I do are usually the first word that pops up on a random word generator and its likely the chapters will be short, updates will probably be pretty quick too. People are welcomed to suggest words if they want, I might use them, I might not; though I might write a separate oneshot for them.

Either way, enjoy ;3

Ass: another name for a donkey; a stupid, foolish, stubborn person; another name for buttocks

Ask any of his friends. They'd tell you for sure, Prompto wasn't a morning person. Well, then again, all of them weren't really morning people… well, maybe except for Ignis. He always got up early, but wasn't always in the best of moods. Usually, it was best to avoid Ignis in the morning and Noct too. Gladious was pretty ok in the mornings, though a little slow.

Him, he could just fall back asleep if he could. He wasn't good at getting out of bed, though it didn't take long to get him going. Just a cup of coffee and a wait, and then he'd be out of his zombie state and up and ready for the day.

This morning though, it seems coffee wouldn't be needed though.

A coy, sleepy smirk roused on his lips as he stared at the first thing he was greeted with in the morning, though it was unfortunate that the being of his desire was hiding her upper form with a shirt that was slipping down and over her, the lower bit of her body was still nice and bare for his wandering eyes to see.

Though he probably shouldn't have, he could help himself for adjusting his groggy position, leaning on an open hand and cooing out, "Well, I could get used to this."

The response was immediate.

His shirt hit him right in the face, purposely blocking his vision of his perfect and beautiful sight. As quickly as he could, he snatched it, tugging it down, frowning with sleepy disappointment to find that he was denied.

She took his discarded boxers and was already slipping out of the room.

He sighed, flopping over on his bed, letting his traitorous shirt lay loosely on top of him. His body jerked as he sniggered to himself, having caught a quick glimpse of the angry, flushed face of his babe, and that clear and perfect view of her round and pale rear.

"That really is something I could get used to," he purred out.

I have some odd fetish about writing couples and their mornings together X) I don't know why