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

Her Pt 6

FUCK! I forgot to tell you guys that the boys already know about Prompto's origins in this story, and that Noct knew the reader from high school because she and Prompto used to be best friends at the time. However, Noct didn't recognize her until later, I just forgot to write that into the story. Whoops...

Also, this is the late part for this story.

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(Y/n) sat huddled in a chair set far away from the campfire, knees to her chest. It had been almost four days since the boys had found out her secret -- the secret she had tried her damnedest to keep hidden. She wasn't proud of where she had come from; wasn't proud of what she was. That's why she had tried to bury it.

Now, everyone knew what she was -- and it was all thanks to the man she loved.

She couldn't hate Prompto, she could never hate him. He was just doing his best to keep his best friend safe. (Y/n) would have done the same thing had she been in his shoes.

"(Y/n)," Ignis called, and she flinched, curling into herself more. She tried making herself as small as possible, hoping that the man would just leave her be. But he kept approaching her, albeit somewhat slower than before. "(Y/n), you need to eat."

"Not hungry," she mumbled, turning away from the man when he tried handing her a plate of food.

"(Y/n)--"

"No, Ignis. I already said I'm not hungry."

Silence stretched between the two before Ignis sighed, placing the plate next to (Y/n)'s chair anyways. Sending one last look to the woman, Ignis returned to where the others sat at the table. As he approached, Ignis noticed the sad look in Prompto's eyes as he looked at (Y/n). He no doubt felt guilty for what he had done -- for what he had said -- four days ago.

As he should, Ignis thought, taking his seat next to Gladio and beginning to eat.

***

(Y/n) hadn't eaten anything for nearly a week, leaving her body weak and sluggish. Many times, the boys had tried to get her to eat something -- anything -- only to fail. And every time she refused, Prompto could feel his heart cracking.

I shouldn't have been so harsh. I should've thought about why she hadn't told us. Fuck, we're in the same boat, but I outed her, calling her a spy when I know she'd never do anything to hurt Noct.

Prompto's eyes never wandered from the woman, but for a different reason than at the beginning of the journey. He watched her to make sure she was okay, to make sure she was still alive. He had caused her so much pain in the time he had known her, and Astrals be damned if she died before he could apologize. Still... he could never find the right moment to approach her, as she had started avoiding him -- just like he had done back in high school after they slept together.

It wasn't just Prompto, either. She avoided Noct, Iggy, and Gladio, though not as readily as she avoided him. And he couldn't really blame her, after what he had done.

***

(Y/n) felt weak, weaker than ever before. She could barely move anymore, and she could feel her body beginning to shut itself down from lack of food. Yte she held fast, refusing the food offered to her by the others. She wouldn't feel right, accepting their kindness after keeping from them the one thing that could cause them harm.

That's why it was a surprise when she was able to walk one morning. As she sat up, she noticed the others watching her. Their eyes all held something different. From pity to sadness to fear -- hell, even worry was evident in their eyes.

"I'm sorry," she began. As she was about to continue, a weight wrapping around her made her look up. Noctis had wrapped her in a hug, pulling her close to his chest.

"It's alright," he muttered, rubbing her back. Her eyes filled with tears and her hands fisted in the back of the prince's jacket.

"Thank you, Noctis."

***

She wasn't supposed to be here! She should've been at Hammerhead! So why--

"(Y/n)!" Prompto's blue hues watched in fear as the girl was slashed at by the creature. Her body was flung into a rock, and the blond found he couldn't move. C'mon, move! He screamed to himself. Don't just let her die! Don't hurt her, not again! He forced his legs to move, one step after the other until he was running to the girl's side. He slid to a halt, crouching next to her. "(Y/n), c'mon! You're okay!"

"Are you hurt?" she ground out, pained (e/c) hues meeting watery blue. Prompto was able to shake his head, and (Y/n) gave him a small smile. "That's good."

"Hey, keep your eyes on me!" Prompto ordered, his fear dripping into his voice. "Please, just keep your eyes on me!"

"I'm glad I was able to keep you safe," she whispered. A rattling sounded in her chest, and Prompto lifted her into his lap.

"Why did you? After everything I've done to you, why--"

"I love you," she muttered. Her voice was becoming quieter, and she found it harder to speak as more time passed. "I love you, Prompto. It doesn't matter what you've done, or what you are -- I love you. I couldn't stand you being hurt. That's why I did it."

"Please--" he sobbed, burying his head in her shoulder. "Please, don't leave. Not like this. I never even--"

"I'll be watching over you, Quicksilver," (Y/n) promised, pressing one last kiss to his freckled cheek. "So don't get any ideas..."