Final Fantasy One-Shots

FFXV | Prompto Argentum x Enemy!Reader (Request)

Requested by A-scension
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"It's this way," you said decisively to Prompto and the others, gesturing down the hallway that was swathed in darkness and strung with dust and cobwebs. The walls were a deep crimson colour, portraits hanging at even intervals, the painted faces bruised with age and neglect. Prompto felt like the paintings were watching them, shadowy, blood-red eyes peeking through holes in the canvas.

The blond shook off his fears and jogged to catch up to Gladio. "Are you sure we're going the right way?" He hissed as Noctis and Ignis followed you blindly down the hallway, murmuring amongst themselves. He couldn't see anything beyond the gloom that lay ahead of them.

Gladiolus shrugged, his muscled arms swinging. "It's what [Y/N] is saying."

"True. [Y/N] knows what she's doing," Prompto said fondly. "She'll get us out of here." Since you'd joined their party only a few weeks ago, he'd developed quite a liking to you. You were strong, funny, a little cocky at times, but all of those things combined meant that the blond was immediately attracted. You seemed to take a liking to him too, or so he was under the impression.

You suddenly glanced back and caught his eye, flashing a grin. "Hope you're not falling behind back there. There are rumours that ghosts live in these paintings," you called over your shoulder, and Prompto felt a shudder pass through him, his eyes darting nervously between the cobwebbed faces. He knew they were watching him!

Ignis tutted. "I'd appreciate less of the humour and more of the escape plan please," he said sternly, though he too made sure he was a good distance away from the paintings.

"Okay, it's just through here," you said, ushering them through a stone door set into the wall. Prompto thought he would have walked straight past it had you not pointed it out; most of it was consumed by shadows. Ignis had to stoop a little to fit beneath the arch, and you shot Prompto a wink as he passed, going in last after the four men.

Inside was an impressive banquet hall. Or what might have once been impressive. Now, the long tables that ran the length of the room were empty, covered with a thick layer of dust. The chairs were tucked underneath, unoccupied and stale. The whole room was stale and unused. It hadn't seen life in a long, long time.

"Uh, [Y/N]? Why are we in here? There's no doorway on the other side," Noctis said, his voice strained with confusion as they all glanced around.

After getting no response from you, Prompto turned and saw you stood silently by the doorway. Only now there was no door, only a wall of hewn grey bricks. "[Y/N], the door!" He exclaimed, rushing over and pounding his fist against the wall. "Where did it go?"

The other three joined him, feeling around the wall for some sort of hidden latch, all the while you just stood there, a smile creeping along your face.

It wasn't a warm smile.

It was one Prompto had never seen before. It transformed your face, made you look... insane. "[Y-Y/N]? What's going on?"

"I'm afraid I can't let you go any further than this," you said calmly, evenly. Turning your back to the four incredulous faces, you strutted further into the hall. "This is where your journey ends, boys."

Prompto felt the colour drain rapidly from his face. A chill sprang from nowhere, making goosebumps prick his skin. "[Y-Y/N]?" he stuttered weakly, barely able to utter the name of the girl who had been a stranger to him all along. "This was a trap the whole time?"

You rolled your eyes, running your finger through the thick wedge of dust on the table and pulling away in disgust. "Were none of your smart enough to realise I was leading you deeper into the castle instead of toward the exit?"