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Her Pt 2- Chocobros + Reader

They didn't see her for a few days after. Her absence began to negatively affect the group of guys around the third or fourth day. Even Prompto -- who was against her travelling with them in the first place -- was less energetic than usual. Add on to that the overwhelming feeling of guilt that was constantly hovering over his head, and he felt like a complete asshole.

On the fifth day, she returned. The first thing Prompto noticed were the newly exposed scars littering her arms and legs. Concern swept through the blond, his brows furrowing with the emotion.

"(Y/n), what happened to you?" Ignis asked, his eyes roaming over her injuries. She refused to answer, only brushing past the man with glasses and heading towards the blond. A look of confusion appeared on his face as the woman drew closer, then he felt a sudden pain.

Prompto fell to the ground, a hand to his cheek. His eyes wide, he looked up at the woman. As soon as their eyes met, his blood ran cold with fear. Her (e/c) eyes were cold, their color being much lighter than he remembered. They looked like they were covered in ice.

"Hey!" Gladio yelled, grabbing the woman and pulling her away from the prone blond. As she was being led away, Prompto saw the grimace on her face, and the male was quick to stop Gladio.

"Wait, Gladio. Something's wrong..." as he said this, he approached the restrained girl. His hands reached for her shirt, and she began thrashing when she realized what the boy was trying to do.

"Stop it, Prompto!" she screamed. The blond flinched but did not stop. He gave a look to Gladio, who in turn tightened his grip on the girl. When Prompto was given a nod, the blond once more reached for her shirt, pulling it away from her stomach. The sight that met his eyes sent him into shock.

There, stark against her pale skin, was a tattoo. It was made of countless lines, and had a square inside another square on both the left and right sides. Under the lines was a number -- a serial number. In a panic, (Y/n) ripped herself from Gladio's arms, eyes wide with fear as she watched the blond. But when he said nothing, the girl grimaced again before spinning on her heel and taking off.

She didn't get far, however, before Noctis warped in front of her, pinning her to the ground.

"Stop trying to run away, dammit! It's getting annoying!" Gladio shouted, going to aid Noct in picking up the struggling woman. They each grabbed one of her arms and dragged her back to the center of camp, setting her in one of the chairs. As soon as she was seated, Prompto went to stand in front of her to try and keep her from escaping. Piercing her with a withering look, the blond grabbed her wrist.

"Care to explain?"

"Explain what?"

The blond's eyes narrowed as he looked at her, frowning.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about." Instead of replying, she cast her eyes to the ground. Prompto was about to press further, but Ignis stopped him.

"Enough, Prompto. We all have secrets we'd rather die to keep than tell others," the tall man said, pulling Prompto away from (Y/n). He scowled, glaring at the girl as her hands went to her lap and she began to fidget. Lips screwed together in a frown, Prompto narrowed his eyes on Ignis before going back to the girl one more.

"I'm not dropping it, Ignis," he seethed, gripping (Y/n)'s wrists to the point that she let out a whimper. His eyes caught hers, daring her to look away first. But she was frozen, stuck in the trance placed upon her by the blond's beautiful violet eyes. "Not when it could put Noct in danger."

Ignis's brows furrowed as his green eyes shifted to the woman. Her eyes were still glued to the ground, and the longer the tawny-haired man watched her the more she seemed to twitch.

"What are you talking about, Prompto?" Noct asked, a confused look on his face. He eyed his best friend's snarl -- something was decidedly not Prompto's style. "What do you mean, put me in danger?"

"She's a Nif."