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💔I Fucking Care - Prompto Argentum

You hadn't left Hammerhead in years, content to keep in the company of the hunters and Cindy that now lived there. But more than that, you stayed because of one man: Prompto Argentum.

You had known the blond gunner since he and the prince had walked into your family's diner back when the sun still rose with each new day. You had quickly grown attached to the blond, and when the sun stopped rising, you stuck to his side. But you weren't a fighter. You couldn't repair machines. You were ... normal.

***

"Prompto!" you yelled, (e/c) eyes narrowed in a glare as the blond entered Hammerhead, bloody and bruised. Your first instinct was to punch him, for scaring you, but you didn't. You knew it would only add to his injuries. Instead, you settled for glaring at him.

"Sorry, (Y/n)," he smiled, making you frown. Ever since he had gotten back from Niflheim, he had changed. His smile wasn't as vibrant anymore, he didn't joke as often. You knew something had to have happened in the Imperial capital, but you doubted he would tell you if you asked. So you didn't.

Realizing you hadn't said anything for a few minutes, you sighed, grasping his wrist and dragging him across the outpost and towards the caravan. You pushed him into one of the old plastic chairs that sat in front of the trailer before grabbing the box of curatives you had been saving up.

"I hate seeing you like this, Prompto," you muttered, handing him a potion. You watched as he used it, the cuts and bruises on his face and arms healing almost instantly. Your frown deepened as you watched, and a sinking feeling took root in your stomach. Once Prompto had finished using the curative, his curious blue-violet eyes met yours, the small smile on his features turning into a frown when he caught your expression.

You rose from your seat as soon as Prompto seemed he was about to say something, not really in the mood to hear what he had to say.

"Just, stop being so reckless, alright?" You said in parting, eyes unable to meet his before you walked away.

***

Your body tossed while you slept, waking your roommate. You and Cindy had been roommates for the past three years, seeing as she was the only girl you knew from before the sun disappeared.

"(Y/n), wake up, sweetheart," Cindy's voice broke through your frenzied dream, and you shot up straight panting. You curled into yourself slightly, barely audible whimpers falling from your lips.

"Are you okay, sweetheart?" Cindy asked, taking your hand in hers. You gave her a slow nod,, but when her grip on you tightened, you knew she didn't buy it. "Tell me, (Y/n)."

"I don't get it, Cindy," you mumbled, welcoming the hug Cindy gave you. "I just don't get it. Why does he always do this? He's always coming back half-dead! Why does he do it?!"

"Who, (Y/n)?"

"Prompto!" you hollered. Your admission caused the mechanic to pause, a slight frown on her face.

"Do you care for Prompto?"

"Of course I fucking care, Cindy! He's my friend! Why wouldn't I care?!"

"That's not what I meant. What I meant was, do you love him?"

***

Do you love him?

"I don't know," you whispered, choking back a sob as you sat in Takka's old diner. A weird noise managed to creep from your throat, filling the silence of the diner and making your face go red. You were thankful no one was in there to hear.

"(Y/n), are you okay?"

You jumped at the sound of Prompto's voice, head whipping around to stare at him as he approached you.