FFXV Drabbles/Oneshots {📥}REQUESTS OPEN{📥}

Her - Chocobros + Reader

A/N: This was originally going to be a multiple part story, but I'm not sure if I should do that or not. This is gonna be a kind of test run: if y'all want me to continue this, just tell me, 'kay?

Prompto stood in stunned silence. Standing before him was a girl he hadn't seen in years and, although she had changed, he knew it was her.

"(Y/n)?" the blond sputtered. His hand went to grip Noct's shoulder as he came closer to the (h/c)-haired woman. "What are you doing here?"

"It's nice to see you, too, Prom," (Y/n) smiled, and Prompto felt his heart skip a beat. No, he told himself, I won't fall for that again. Hardening his expression, Prompto glared at the girl.

"Answer the question." (Y/n)'s smile faltered as she continued to gaze at the male. After some time, she sighed.

"King Regis sent me to accompany you four," she replied. All at once, four sets of eyes took on a hard edge.

"Pardon me, miss," the ash-blond with glasses interjected. "But why would His Majesty only send you to us after we've left the Crown City far behind?"

"King Regis did not want any of you to know that I existed. He was hoping that everything would go to plan, but ..." the woman stopped, picking her words carefully. "However, I told him that, should something happen, his son would need another guard."

"What do you mean by "should something happen"?" Noctis asked. His eyes held a look that, quite frankly, scared Prompto more than he'd be willing to admit.

"For instance, should the Crown City fall," (Y/n) explained. She watched as the entire group flinched, letting her words sink in before continuing. "And, as the Crown City has fallen, I decided it was time to make myself known."

***

Prompto kept a watchful eye on (Y/n), loathe to let her go unsupervised.

"Dude, what are you doing?" Noct whispers, causing Prompto to jump out of his skin.

"Don't do that, Noct!" Prompto hissed, turning a glare towards his friend. Noct's hands shot into the air in a defensive motion, and the blond sighed as he went back to watching the woman.

"Seriously, though. What are you doing?"

Pause.

"Prompto?"

Silence. Then, "I don't trust her ..."

"Why? She seems nice enough..."

"I just don't, okay? Please, just trust me on this, Noct." The black-haired male sighed, nodding.

"Alright, I'll trust you."

***

"Morning, Ignis," came (Y/n)'s voice as the bespectacled man exited the tent. Ignis' eyes went wide. It was rare that anyone was up before him.

"Good morning, (Y/n)," he replied, not forgetting his manners. Walking over to the camp stove, Ignis began preparing for breakfast. As he was working, he felt the woman's eyes on his back, but when he would turn to look at her, she would avert her eyes. When this continued to happen, Ignis decided to approach her.

"Is something wrong, (Y/n)?" he asked, and the woman jumped at his sudden appearance behind her.

"No-no, nothing's wrong, Ignis," she stuttered. The man looked down to her hands to see them flexing. A small smile graced Ignis' face as he recognized the gesture. Grasping her wrist gently, he brought her over to the camp stove and handed her a kitchen knife.