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📥Really?! Now?! Part 2 - Prompto Argentum (smut-ish)

Yeah, this has been written for a while. It's pretty ... cringe, so just a heads up. Also, the smut in this one sucks...

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It was weird. Prompto had been avoiding you pretty hard for the past few days, and it had begun to eat at you. Had you said something to upset him? Had you done something wrong? Every time you walked up to him to try and ask, he would high-tail it away from you.

"So this is what he felt when I avoided him," you mumbled into your arm, head resting on the counter in Takka's. You felt terrible, more for having avoided him for so long rather than him avoiding you. "Guess I kinda deserve this..."

"What's wrong, kid?" A large hand plopped onto your head, ruffling your hair. With a scowl, you glared at the person who had assaulted you, (e/c) eyes meeting amber.

"What do you want, Gladio?" you grumbled, swatting at his hand. A small frown replaced the man's smirk as he watched you. You didn't feel like trying to keep up with him today, and he could probably tell.

"Why're you so moody?" he grimaced as he took the seat next to you.

"It's nothing..."

"Bullshit, (Y/n)." Your head lifted from where it rested when the Shield said your name. Rarely did Gladio call you by your given name, and when he did it usually meant he was cross with you. "You know you can tell me, right? I mean, c'mon, we've been through so much already that we're basically like brother and sister at this point."

You mulled over his words, trying to figure out if it was worth it to tell him what was going on. But as it turns out, you didn't need to.

"Is it about Prompto?" You flinched at the blond's name, looking anywhere but Gladio's eyes. He had been the first person you had told about your crush. Now you were regretting letting him get involved in the first place. "What did he do?"

"It's nothing, Gladiolus. Just drop up," you snarled and shot a glare to the man. Your eyes clashed for a few moments before he sighed, looking away.

"Whatever."

***

It was barely a week later that Prompto had started speaking to you again. But he was still very uncomfortable, which led you to believe that Gladio had said something to him.

"H-Hey, (Y/n)? Can we talk?" Prompto's voice was small as he approached you, his eyes cast to the ground. You released an inaudible sigh and turned to him.

"What is it, Prom?" you smiled, the gesture not quite reaching your eyes.

"Are-are we okay?" He lifted his sapphire hues to meet yours, and you were quick to nod.

"Of course, we're good. Why wouldn't we be?"

"Well, I thought... since I had avoided you, you wouldn't want to--"

"Look, Prom. It's fine. Besides, I kind of deserved that, after what I did to you," you chuckled.You weren't able to catch the look on his face.

***

You and Prompto were on a hunt. It had been said to be a relatively easy one, but it still took you two almost four hours to finish it. By the time the daemons had been dealt with, you were exhausted. Despite being a hunter for most of your life, you'd never get used to the constant run-and-gun lifestyle. It sucked, and as more time passed, the harder it got to keep your energy up.

"Shit," you hissed, stumbling over a rock and falling to a knee.

"(N/n)? You okay?" Prompto was at your side at once, a hand resting on your shoulder. You were panting hard, and even in the low light he could see you were a bit pale. "What's wrong?"