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

Her Pt 3 - Chocobros + Reader

"She's a Nif," Prompto snarled, his concern for her from earlier now gone from his voice. "We've been travelling with a Nif -- with the enemy."

(Y/n)'s heart stopped at the blond's rough tone, tears welling in her eyes.

No, don't cry! She bit her lip, curling into herself even more. Bringing her knees up to her chest, she hung her head.

"Is this true, (Y/n)?" Ignis asked. A nearly inaudible sob fell from the girl as she nodded.

"It--it wasn't supposed to happen like this," she cried, hugging her knees tightly. "It wasn't--"

"Not supposed to happen?!" Prompto interrupted, taking quick strides and grabbing the girl by the shoulders before yanking her to her feet. "What wasn't supposed to happen?! Us finding out your true reason for coming along?! Being outed as a spy?!" A grimace played on his lips as his usually bright blue eyes clouded over.

"Or is it something else?" Prompto ground out. (Y/n) watched him with wide eyes, fat tears dripping down her face. As they fell, the girl couldn't help but remember.

Heated touches, shared between them under a burning haze. In the privacy of a dark night in which even the moon was fast asleep. Pain and pleasure were indistinguishable from one another as they revelled in this heady fog enveloping them.

"Prompto, that's enough," Noct stepped in. His voice bringing her out of her head, (Y/n) stared at the blond, his fingers digging into her flesh. Noct clasped a hand on his friend's shoulder. "You're hurting her, let go."

It wouldn't be the first time, Noct.

She hurt me first.

Sending her one last, disdainful glance, Prompto released his hold on her. No longer being held on her feet by hands once so familiar, (Y/n)'s body sank to the ground.

She was quiet -- eerily so -- but everyone surrounding her could clearly see the way her body shook with her sobs.

Having sex with you was a mistake. A mistake I'll never make again.

Prompto's voice rang in (Y/n)'s ears as she sat in the back of the Regalia, tucked between Prompto and Gladio. Like earlier, she had her knees tucked into her chest, not bothering to try and salvage whatever relation she had with the group of men.

***

After Prompto had calmed down , he had managed to convince the prince to switch seats in the car. He had said it under the guise of not trusting a traitor to not touch the prince -- which was mostly true. But Noct -- the ever dense prince -- had seen the regret shining in his best friend's eyes.

Fuck, it's happening all over.

***

Throughout the ride, both Ignis and Gladio would sneak glances at Prompto and (Y/n). And more than once they saw the way the blond's hands would twitch in his lap -- as if he were summoning his guns. But they also saw the remorseful gazes the gunslinger would send her when she wasn't looking or when her body shook. They saw the tenderness in his eyes when she had curled up on the seat, sleep claiming her; saw the way her body unconsciously leaned towards the blond's; saw the sad smile that replaced Prompto's frown in an instant.

Even though they hadn't known the girl before she had joined that group on their journey, both males could see how much she was hurting from Prompto and his words -- but they didn't realize just how deep the hurt went.

They remembered the way the marksman had reacted when he had seen her face; he had seemed to know the girl before this.

Now, after everything that has happened in the past few hours, they couldn't help but be curious as to how deep their connection ran...