The prompts are: "I've never felt such love", "I've never enjoyed anything more than a hug from you", and "I don't think anyone could ever be as lovely as you".

Warnings: mentions of disability

You had met Ivar through photography.

It was a passion you both shared and you found yourself in the same course about photography, and seeing him there immediately spiked you interest.

You had seen him around before but now that you had a class with him you were able to watch him at least a few minutes of the class, and you loved doing so.

You would have loved to take a picture of him but you refrained from doing so because you felt like it was just too rude if you didn't ask.

And the best shots were taking without the model knowing they were one.

You were sitting outside the room one day with a book on your lap, engrossed in the story when you heard the very familiar click of a photo being taken.

Looking up you saw Ivar, leaned onto one crutch as he slowly lowered the camera that had been clearly pointed at you.

Setting your book down you looked at him quizzically before sending him a small confused smile.

"Did you just take a picture of me?", you asked him softly and a short smirk made its way onto his face before he nodded.

"You're beautiful", was his only response before he moved into the classroom.

You were entirely intrigued with him from then on and when you entered the class the next day you found the photo he had taken of you on your desk.

It really was a beautiful picture and when you looked up at Ivar you saw him watching you, with what you thought was a hint of a smile on his face.

Days later when you saw him again you found the courage to talk to him, and from then on you talked more frequently, becoming friends.

Ivar was very lonely at times and when you saw him alone you walked up to talk to him.

You knew that your interest in him didn't stop at being friends, but you didn't say anything due to the fear of rejection.

Ivar loved your company, and you two spent more and more time together.

He often made you compliments and he took pictures of you out of the blue, pictures you always got to see when he texted them to you or when he brought them to you the day after.

You had a full scrapbook of pictures Ivar had made for you, and though you weren't full of yourself you loved to occasionally look at the pictures Ivar had made.

Your passion for reading was just as big as your love for photography so it was no wonder that you went through a book every few days, and Ivar had many opportunities to take different pictures.

One day Ivar put a photo in front of you that he had already given you.

You smiled and thanked him when he put another one next to it, and then the next until there was a row of pictures which showed you reading, always a different book and a different day.

You looked up at Ivar quizzically when he pointed back at the pictures and you looked at them closely.

It took you a while until you realized that the book titles spelled out a sentence, or rather a question.

He had caught them at different angles so you could only ever read one word, and put together they spelled out something that let your heart beat faster.

When you looked back at Ivar in awe he was watching you closely, a small hopeful smile on his face.

"Well, do you want to be my girlfriend?", he asked, reading out the words that were depicted in the pictures.

You said yes.

Even though Ivar and you decided to take it slow you realized that being together was perfect for the two of you.

You found comfort in each other and you supported each other, and you began to love each other, and that love intensified with time.

Your parents liked how happy you were now that you had Ivar, even though they had never met him before.

It took months before they came to you and asked you to ask him to join you for dinner.

When you told Ivar about their plans he was hesitant, but he agreed to it.

You told your parents excitedly and you settled on a date on which you would come to your home to meet your family.

When the day arrived you saw how nervous Ivar was as you drove to your parents.

You parked the car and got out with Ivar, making sure that he was alright.

He was nervous, and wearing a dress shirt just to impress your parents, making you smile widely.

It was cute and you loved him for it.

When you rang the doorbell you waited patiently until your parents opened the door.

Their eyes raked over him until they could control their curiosity and shock, and a wide smile spread on both your parents' faces.

If they had any thoughts about Ivar's disability they didn't let it show as they asked you to come in, introducing themselves and taking you straight into to the livingroom.

They served you drinks and you did some small talk until it was time for dinner, and you moved to the table.

Ivar glanced at you many times over the course of the meal, and it wasn't a scream for help but rather him expressing his admiration.

You told your parents the story of how he had asked you out, and many more stories in which you praised Ivar, who just stared at you admiringly as you talked to your parents.

They were also very interested in your tales, laughing and smiling at the right moments and making Ivar feel right at home.

The drive home was silent but when you returned back to your apartment Ivar finally began talking.

"I've never felt such love before", you heard him say and after you shrugged off your shoes turned around to look at him.

"Your family is so... accepting and loving, I didn't expect that", he added and you frowned.

"No, I mean... I mean I'm not used to accepting people. They usually either treat me like dirt or like an alien, you know, despising me or handling me witch care", he explained and you sighed softly.

"As does my family, they... well, we're competitive brothers and my mother obsesses over me", he said and you moved towards him to look up at him.

He seemed deeply hurt, and you knew he had reasons to be.

You did the only thing you could think of, caressing his cheek before engulfing him in a heartfelt hug, holding him close to comfort him.

He needed his hands on his crutches to stand but he moved his head lower, burying it in your neck and breathing your scent, which seemed to calm him.

"I've never enjoyed anything more than a hug from you", he said softly smiled at him as you let go, pecking his lips in the process.

You moved together to the bedroom, talking about what you had learned over dinner as you changed into your pajamas before cuddling close.

"You were amazing at dinner", you smiled at him as you let your fingers lazy run over his clothed chest.

"My parents loved you", you added and he chuckled.

"I'm sure they'd be accepting of a guy that was convicted of murder if you brought him home", he chuckled and you shook your head, chuckling softly.

It was quiet for some time before Ivar asked another question, which made you smile slightly.

"You didn't tell your parents about my disability, did you?", he asked softly.

"I can tell if people are expecting me or if they're surprised about... you know", he added and you looked up at him.

"I didn't think it mattered", you answered him and you could see the wide smile that made its way onto Ivar's face.

"I love you", he whispered softly and you answered him identically.

It was silent again for a few minutes in which he just held you before he decided to say something else.

"I don't think anyone could ever be as lovely as you", he told you and you shook your head as you propped yourself up on one elbow so you could look him in the eyes.

"Well, to me you are", you smiled and leaned in for a kiss.