Can you do an imagine to the reader being a guard to Noct & whilst guarding at camp, she sneaks off in the night to ward off the empire. The bros panic and look for her in the morning and find her seriously injured, wondering what to do next.
Okay, so I should explain that I got a bit carried away with this one— uh, a lot carried away actually. I think I just read “Noctis” and my sleepy-prince obsessed self just forgot that this was supposed to include the rest of the gang. Forgive me for that. Oh, and forgive the sinful fluff as well.
It had been just like any other night after everyone had
their fill of Ignis’ cooking and retired for the evening. You were camping
somewhere in the of south of Duscae, a small, remote little place, niched in
between a thick forest and a steep crag, giving you ample protection. That’s
probably why you had let your guard down more than what you often did— the false sense of security. You
should had known that nowhere was safe with the Prince of Lucis in your party.
You bade Gladio a goodnight as he followed after Ignis and Prompto inside the tent, but Noctis lingered briefly outside, picking around the beans in his stew before setting the bowl on the folded table. With a check over his shoulder to make sure the guys weren’t coming back out anytime soon, he made his way over to you— a glint in his eyes.
“Hey,” he purred, hooking a finger in your belt loop and pulling your hips against his. You gave him a cheeky smile in return, your brain still subconsciously on high alert.