A Bare Reality

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Just a little drabble I found outlined in my drafts that I had never finished. Enjoy!

Fem!Reader x Chocobros
Rated T for teen and up

The hot water washing over you was the best thing you could ever remember feeling. What started out as a “quick trip back to Hammerhead” ended in five days of camping, 33 disgusting hours in a sewer, a battle with a dragon, and a drive through the night with new headlights to Galdin Quay. The boys had decided on three nights and two full days of recovery and you couldn’t agree more. Sponge baths and filching Ignis’s Ebony only got a gal so far.

Finishing up your shower, you threw on the only clean clothes you had – a plain white tank top and some cotton underpants – and stepped out into the spacious shared room. You had drawn last shower so the boys were already clean and lounging around the room, dinking around on phones or reading the shitty hotel travel magazines. Prompto glanced up as you walked past him to gather your filthy clothes for laundry servicing and let out a strangled noise. You looked up at him quizzically.

He scratched at the back of his neck, looking away and flushing brightly. “Uh…wouldn’t you be more comfortable wearing…like a little more? They might have robes at the desk?”

You felt your jaw set and you glared daggers at him. “Are you fucking kidding me, sunshine boy?”

“Huh??” He looked at you quickly and grimaced at the look on your face.

You stood up and slowly started walking towards where he sat on the end of a bed. “I have had my breasts bound for six days straight. Since traveling with you gentlemen, I’ve seen three out of four of your cocks, five out of eight balls, and every single one of your asscracks. I can identify each person’s gas by smell and I’ve been “accidentally” spooned by two of you in the tent. And THIS is where the line is? I don’t fucking think so.” By the time you were finished, you were bent over Prompto, who was forced to drop back onto his elbows and looked positively terrified. You took a deep breath and stood up straight before going back to sorting your clothing.

Prompto started sputtering, looking for anything to say. But it was Gladio who piped up first. “Just so we’re clear, I have no issue with your clothing choice. And also, spooning you was only an accident until I woke up.”

You didn’t even glance up at him. “Yeah I know.”

Prompto finally got ahold of himself and muttered an apology, but looked at the other three boys in turn, seeking support. Gladio patently ignored him. Noctis just shrugged and went back to his phone. Finally he looked to Ignis who simply said, “She has a point you know.” And then after a pause, “Who was the other accidental spoon?”

Noctis sighed. “I knew someone would ask that.”