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1 – Gladio

Noctis wasn’t that surprised when he accidentally saw Gladio drilling into some lady. It was his fault for not knocking and not knowing that a sock hanging on the doorknob was supposed to mean something.

Noctis knew the effect Gladio had on people and he could only imagine how women see him as. This mature lady pinned on the bed supplied him with the fact that Gladio elicited nakedness and spread legs on women. What got Noctis so taken aback was how the lady didn’t mind getting seen and even asked if the prince wanted to be part of the action. Noctis naturally refused then was met with an accusing retort, “Come on, I pay well. I mean, this big guy was worth a lot but I see why.”

Noctis was too embarrassed to remain in the room. The words ‘I pay well’ knocked around in his head all the way out the motel.

2 – Prompto

With Gladio, Noctis thought it was understandable, maybe even inevitable. The guy was a hulking mass of testosterone. Besides, it wasn’t a crime for Gladio to fool around in the duration of their journey. Maybe Gladio needed release and they just also happened to need cash. Maybe he wanted to hit two birds with one stone.

With Prompto, it was only a sliver of a hair short of traumatic. Seeing his best friend getting facefucked not only got him to summon the blades of his ancestors, he nearly ended up calling forth an astral. Prompto pulled away from the stranger’s cock with a pop of his lips and a stray web of pre-cum trailing from the tip. Prompto’s raspy “No, Noct… it’s fine. I want it.” barely got through to him.

Seeing Prompto on his knees with white splattered on his face made him clench his fist at his weapons. But what can the prince do? His best friend outright said that he wanted it. It didn’t look at all like Prompto was there against his will either. The smug grin of the stranger waving around a thick wad of gil explained everything.

He fucked off, but not without huffing and grunting and letting Prompto know he was pissed off.

So maybe his best friend needed release too. And maybe he wanted extra cash so he can keep renting chocobos and keep feeding them the nice greens. Maybe he was trying to hit three birds with one stone.

3 – Ignis

With Ignis, he knew there was something wrong. He knew that Ignis wouldn’t do this unless he absolutely has to. And what on earth could be so dire that Ignis has to forego his prudish sensibilities and handle some stranger’s dick?

With Ignis, Noctis wasn’t embarrassed or jealous. He was furious. Whatever purpose he has for doing this, Noctis believes that if they just put their heads together, they can find another way. Noctis dreads that what he had seen recently with Gladio and Prompto were somehow connected to what Ignis is doing right now.

Despite being assured by Ignis that their act was consensual, Noctis aimed the tip of his engine blade towards the stranger’s neck. With his glare not faltering, he managed to scare the middle-aged man away. He ran out the rented room with his discarded clothes balled up in his hands.

“Why in the fuck were you giving that guy a…” Noctis couldn’t say the words and only fumed at his adviser. Ignis nodded to show that he understood what Noctis couldn’t convey. He sighed as he lost a paying customer, taking off his dirtied gloves in the process. “We need money.” He answered.

Ignis’ voice didn’t even falter. Noctis was too caught up in disbelief that he couldn’t process it anymore when Ignis answered his cellphone with a lower, gravelly and sultry voice.

“You called so soon? Naughty, naughty.”

4 – Noctis

So that’s how it was. Apparently, driving around Lucis with no permanent home and in constant need of curatives burns a hole right out of the most frugal man’s pockets. There was no other way around it. Gladio, Prompto and Ignis didn’t seem too bothered by it. They even seemed to like it at times. Looking at it objectively, it didn’t seem too abnormal anymore.

Ignis took care of everything regarding protection STD-wise, Gladio took care of protection in the sense that he roughs up potential abusers, mostly the ones that Prompto attracts. Apart from that, Gladio handled spreading the word around town. Prompto spread the word online and he was the one who had the idea of reeling in perverts who threw money at lewd pictures. Apparently they were already functioning like a well-oiled machine when Noctis found out about their side business. Each had their own part and they were each needed by the others. Noctis would be lying if he said he didn’t feel left out.

“Hey.”

One night, at dinner around the campfire, Noctis just had to say it.

“I want to get paid for sex too.”

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sorry i couldn't put in noctis getting horny from witnessing their side jobs. if i can squeeze time for a sequel, i would /cries

Not OP. But this is perfect and I love you. Noct's confusion and betrayal is tangible and I can only imagine the Chocobros reaction when Noct wants in!

Oh my god, yes.

(Luna and Ardyn fucking in front of Noctis, y/y?)

I'm ok with pairing, but Luna should dom the fuck out of Ardyn. Even Noctis feels pity for Ardyn in this situation.

(iii).

“Granted, it may be a tight squeeze in the backseat, but I fail to see why we couldn’t offer our services,” Ignis reasons, distracted briefly from his recipe book by the conversation taking place. The Leville has been a recurring respite as they journey between the treacherous corners of Lucis in search of the Royal Arms, but this may well be their final night in relative luxury - for them and Iris both.

She hopes Cape Caem will be a safe place. It’s about as far from Lestallum that she can bare to take Talcott while appeasing her duty as an Amicitia and remaining accessible to the needs of the Prince. They will be departing for Altissia soon - Noctis, Gladio, Ignis, and Prompto - and Iris has no doubt that she won’t be joining them. Instead, she will have to remain behind and worry as she waits for them to return - but they will return, of this Iris is sure, and when they do she will be here to welcome them home.

No matter how long it takes.

“It’s not like you’ll be in the back,” Prompto teases, elbowing the adviser with a cheeky grin.

Ignis’ glare could tame the Six, but Prompto isn’t fazed. “Naturally,” Ignis agrees, unwavering in the face of the bait. There is a smile in his voice, however, and an amused glint in his eyes. It catches on his glasses as he adjusts them, levelling Prompto with a pointed, “And neither will you, I might add.”

“Ahh, shotgun privileges,” the gunner agrees, folding his arms up behind his head. Although they seem an unlikely duo to tease the Prince, both so dedicated to Noctis in their individual ways (and Gladio simply fair game), Prompto shares a laugh with Ignis at the others’ expense. Noctis doesn’t appear to mind, and even Gladio’s glower cannot mask his fondness.

“Yeah, all right, rub it in why don’t you,” he grouses, leading Iris to wonder just how the seating arrangement in the Regalia is assigned. Thinking back to all of the times she has seen the party come and go, Ignis was driving more often than not, with Noctis occasionally at the wheel. She doesn’t know about Prompto, but her brother has a licence.

“We’d have more room in the back if Gladdy was driving,” she suggests.

Gladio’s affronted oi! she expected, but the vehement resounding of NO! from the others is something of a surprise.

“Never again,” Noctis says, his despair barely audible over Prompto’s choked cry of the pizza boxes! Oh god the pizza! as the gunner buries his face into his hands.

“Our continued survival would be ideal,” Ignis agrees, speaking gently despite that verbal punch in the face. Beside him, Prompto begins to wheeze intelligibly, prompting Noctis to reach over and smooth down a tuff of his chocobo-hair.

“Hey, it was one time,” Gladio insists, looking torn between laughing and cursing his friends. He crosses his arms defensively, the scar across his forehead pinching as his glower is met with three incredulous stares.

“Gladio we almost died -”

“We did not insist upon that written agreement lightly -”

“The spiracorns!” Prompto wails over them all. “Do you remember the spiracorns.”

“Yes, I remember the goddamn spiracorns -”

The hotel suite dissolves into a laughing calamity. Iris isn’t going to pretend to understand what they’re talking about - personally, she’d been under the impression that her brother was a good driver (she had never felt unsafe on the back of his motorbike, for instance) - but maybe cars are more complicated. It probably also doesn’t help to have Prompto and Noctis in the car (Ignis is, of course, The Sensible One), but Iris’ confusion must be plain, for Noctis tunes out of the argument long enough to kindly summarise:
“Once was enough.”

Iris smiles, rather imagining it to be so. Truthfully, she hadn’t intended to reduce her brother to the butt of a joke, but that doesn’t stop her from revelling in how easy it is. She had only been making a valid point - it’s not exactly a secret that Gladio is built like bear - but she laughs along to Prompto’s fractured explanation as to why Gladio isn’t allowed to drive, like, ever again Iris, never ever EVER again.

“Iggy’s got a mother-hen complex over that car anyway,” Gladio says, only daring to mutter it when Ignis disappears into the pantry to put on the kettle. Naively, he assumes that Noctis will respect this piece of information as a secret right up until the Prince whirls to the door through which Ignis has left and bellows:

“HEY SPECS, GLADIO JUST SAID -”

Gladio slam-dunks Noctis onto the floor. “NOCT, YOU PIECE OF -”

“If His Highness and his Sworn Shield would cease this childish display,” Ignis calls from the next room, leaving the end of the threat hanging in the air. The kettle whistles behind him like a warning; teacups and spoons clatter like a countdown.

“He deserved it,” Gladio grumbles, backing off like a beaten puppy as Ignis returns with a teapot.

“Noctis is the Prince and thus never deserves to be manhandled in such a way.”

“Not even when he doesn’t eat his vegetables?” Gladio argues, sounding unconvinced.

Ignis inclines his head, conceding to Gladio’s shit-eating grin. “Debatable.”

Gladio laughs victorious. “Knew you only loved me for my body.”

Prompto whistles low. Ignis clears his throat, notably flushed, although that may be due to the rising steam rather than the flirtatious atmosphere that’s just eased its way into the conversation. “Well, I’m certainly not partial to your driving competency,” he says without missing a beat, prompting Noctis to cluck once from the floor.

Gladio barely - just barely - refrains from kicking him.

Ever-dutiful, Ignis passes around the teacups despite the round of snickering laughter. There’s a cup for Iris too, although that may only be because there isn’t one for Prompto, who runs on fizzy drinks and little else, and this makes her wonder if she has once again achieved invisibility despite sitting in the centre of the room.

“Hey Gladdy,” Iris interrupts, sparing one, final moment to watch the four men move and laugh and work in tandem with each other before kicking the undetonated bomb. (It had already been dropped days and weeks or maybe even months ago, but it’s only now that Iris can see exactly where it fell). “Are you all in a relationship?”

Never before has she seen all four of them, the Prince and his personal guard, daemon-slayers and world-savers in their own rights, look so thunderstruck by a single question.

“Err,” Prompto begins, his awed stare sliding from Iris to Gladio. “Didn’t she already know that?”

Noctis turns as well. Ignis raises a single eyebrow and it’s frankly one of the most terrifying things Iris has ever seen. She’s glad she’s not her brother right now, who says nothing, an ineloquent and yet all-encompassing answer.

Nobody says it, but a sigh of Gladio you idiot! sits heavy in the room.

Iris supposes she should probably take pity. “It’s okay, I know why you didn’t say anything about you and Noctis. It’s because he’s the Prince, right, and he’s getting married to Lady Lunafreya soon? So it’s not like it changes with all four of you.”

They exchange glances, all four of them like deadly, flabbergast mice.

“There - is a little bit more to it than that,” Ignis amends. He is frozen half-way through pouring the teapot so Iris reaches out to straighten it. Somebody jumps as though she strikes like a viper, and the table jerks as a knee clunks against the underside.

“I dunno, she’s nailed the biggest two reasons. Sorry for not saying anything, Iris. I guess we all thought you knew,” Noctis says with a shrug, far more relaxed about it than that mortifying day back in Insomnia, that’s for sure. Perhaps Iris walking in one him and her brother snogging had been embarrassing enough for a lifetime - she knows it was for her.

Iris smiles. “It’s okay, I think I worked it out when you visited for the first time anyway.”

“Oh,” is Prompto’s contributing squeak, his ears tinging pink as he remembers. “Was that because I -?”

“Yeah. I thought - I thought Noctis was, you know. But then Gladdy didn’t seem to mind - and you guys were flirting - and you kind of seemed to forget that I was there and I didn’t know what to say.”

“You thought we were cheating?” Noctis guesses, the only one to keep a straight face at the suggestion. Iris nods, unable to say the word herself, and there’s a groan of Astrals help us from Gladio to which Ignis offers his assent.

“Huh,” Noctis says. “Maybe we should’ve seen that coming.”

“I’m sorry,” Iris offers helplessly.

“There is no need for you to apologise,” Ignis reassures, finally remembering that he is supposed to be pouring the drinks. “It was our responsibility to be discreet.”

“So much for that then,” Prompto laughs, scratching his cheek. “My bad.”

“But you’re cool with it kiddo?” Gladio asks, interrupting the inevitable discussion as to whose fault it was. He has stepped closer to her in the meantime, with a silence that still amazes Iris despite his colossal size. He really is less of a guard dog and more of an oversized puppy, and Iris smiles to reassure him, grinning brilliantly and wide.

“Only Shiva could be cooler.”

Gladio laughs louder than them all as he ruffles her hair. “We’ll let you know once we meet ‘er,” he promises, and the relief in his voice persuades Iris not to complain as he ruins her hair.

“Not if she turns us into popsicles,” Prompto argues, ever the optimist.

“Hey, that’s probably gonna happen,” Noctis decides. He dumps four - four! - lumps of sugar into his drink, and nobody so much as bats an eyelash as he kicks his feet up onto the coffee-table.

Iris would say something about royal privileges, but as she accepts her own drink and sits back to watch Prompto puppy-dog-eye at Ignis for a soda so that the adviser’s back is turned just long enough for Gladio to shove his drink in Prompto’s direction and then, with a don’t tell Iggy and a smothered laugh from Noctis, encourage the hyperactive gunner to down the entire thing like a shot, Iris thinks the others just love Noctis - and each other - too much to argue.

-xv-

Notes: I'm not saying the boys drink coffee from a teapot but they totally drink coffee from a teapot :)

Cross-posted onto AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/9378206

This just got 1000 times better. Now all I see is crying, humiliated Ardyn... YES GOD YESSS

Damn, anon! This is perfect.

When we get the long-promised FF14/FF15 crossover, we're probably just going to see the Chocobros visit Eorzea, do a few FATEs with them, maybe get an Umbra minion.

And it's going to be a damn waste.

Give us what we really want to see! Prompto obsessed with the Sightseeing Log. Noctis trying to fish in Hullbreaker. Ignis trying to level Carpentry for that sweet, sweet Byregot's Blessing so he can finally HQ those damn tarts. Gladio just so done with everything because he just. wants. everyone. to. stop. screwing. around. and. raid.

Bonus - Ardyn as that one healer who'd be god-like if he didn't keep letting you die to 'teach you a lesson'. They've got him all black-listed but he keeps ending up in their parties anyway, where he's 100% guaranteed to win the mount drops.

HOLY HELL I NEED THIS

Any Glad/Noct/Ig/Prom combo pairings if author anon wants to go that way.

Drunken shenanigans lead Prompto and Noctis to getting their nipples pierced pre-game. It's not until the Road trip and limited space/privacy that Ignis and Gladiolus find out.

Prompto has weird fantasies sometimes. Carrying the heir to the throne is one of them. Like hell would be ever admit it, though. Cue Ardyn bending his mind a bit, and them both getting off on it. <3

I'm really sorry OP, I misread the prompt and ended up writing something more like the events which lead up to your prompt, and I didn't realise until I was 3/4 of the way through :C I am a different anon though so I hope the other author anon can come up with something closer to your prompt and include the kissing! And I hope you still manage to enjoy!

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They'd just wrapped up a productive farming session in King's Knight - more than halfway done and there was still a week left on the event, they had this in the bag - when a sharp curse from the other end of the sofa made Noctis look up at Prompto, who was staring at his phone with a grimace.

"What?" Noctis said. "Don't tell me you fused the wrong materials because I'm not emailing the GMs again, that was so embarrassing - "

"Nah," Prompto said, still making a face. "But maybe you should email them anyway, ask them to add a clock to the UI." He punctuated the statement by holding his phone up so Noct could see his lock screen. Or rather, the time on his lock screen. Which read -

"Oh," Noctis said. "Shit."

"Yep," Prompto said. "Looks like the last train was... 47 minutes ago at your station."

A long silence filled the room. Prompto scrolled through his phone, fruitlessly searching for an alternate route, and Noctis felt distinctly unhelpful - he knew better than to offer to pay for a taxi, and being stranded wasn't really something he'd ever worried about much, not when he had... oh.

"I'll call Ignis," Noctis said, already pulling up his contact list, before Prompto hurriedly slapped at his hand.

"No way! You can't wake Ignis up at 1 am in the morning just because I'm a dumbass who can't tell the time."

"It was kinda my fault too," Noctis pointed out.

"Aaand still nothing to do with Ignis? Come on, he already hates me - "

"Nobody hates you, Prom," Noctis said, rolling his eyes, but that was an old point of contention and Prompto didn't find 'your insecurities are stupid' to be a convincing argument, which was maybe fair enough? Noctis was working on it. Slowly. Somehow. Anyway. "This is dumb, just stay over."

"What?" Prompto said, eyes wide in genuine surprise. "I - uh, I didn't bring any of my stuff - "

Noctis shrugged. "I can lend you something."

Prompto still looked conflicted, even though it wasn't like he hadn't stayed over before, but Noctis knew he'd won when Prompto slouched and brushed his thumb over his ever-present wristband. "Thanks, Noct."

"You can thank me by doing something about this," Noctis said, sweeping a hand out expansively to indicate the the detritus of their gaming binge - soggy pizza boxes, soda cans, half-empty snack tins...

"Wow, seriously?" Prompto said, the effect of his ire undermined by the way he was already reaching for the nearest plastic bag.

"I'm gonna take a shower," Noctis said, flashing his friend a quick thumbs up.

"Wow," Prompto said again, waving him off.

The hot water went a long way in soothing the stiffness caused by an entire evening bent over his phone. He didn't bother drying his hair, just slung a towel over his shoulders so he wouldn't drip into his dresser as he rummaged for something Prompto could wear. He eventually came up with an old pair of sweats and a t-shirt, close enough to what Prompto always brought when he slept over.

When he returned to the living room, it had been miraculously transformed from disaster zone to tolerably messy. Prompto had even retrieved a dishcloth from the kitchen and was scrubbing at the sticky rings on the glass table.

"Hey, nice job," Noctis said. "You'll make a beautiful housewife one day."

"Tell that to Ignis," Prompto said, still scrubbing. "I dare you."

"Yeah, no," Noctis said. "But... speaking of, I'm surprised your parents didn't look for you earlier?"

"They knew I was with you," Prompto said with a shrug. He kept his head down. "I guess they figured that if anything happened, they'd find out faster from the news? Anyway, I texted them," he continued, artificially bright. "No worries."

Noctis made a short, unconvinced noise, but he knew better than to push, so he pushed the clothes he was holding into Prompto's face instead. Prompto grabbed them with a muffled yelp, the dishcloth falling to the floor, and swatted Noctis hard before he pushed himself up and padded down the hall.

Left alone, Noctis took a moment to survey the living room. Prompto really had done a pretty nice job - most of the trash had been gathered and sorted, and all that was really left was to break out the vacuum or at least sweep for crumbs, and wipe down the rest of the table and that suspicious stain running down one table leg. He could finish the job Prompto started, or... he could make it tomorrow's problem and organise his in-game inventory.

Noctis threw himself onto the sofa and reached for his phone.

Clearing his inventory was time-consuming, boring as hell and weirdly engrossing. He only vaguely registered the sound of the bathroom door sliding open again, and didn't bother paying attention until Prompto called out from the entrance of the living room.

"So, hey, I'm taking the bed," he announced. "I have track practice for the sports festival tomorrow, and if I sleep on your sofa, the 500 metre dash is gonna be more like the 500 metre stagger."

Hell no, Noctis started to say, but the words died on his tongue when he looked up. He'd seen his friend in sweats and t-shirts before; hell, he'd seen Prompto half-naked before, courtesy of a baking accident they'd silently and mutually agreed to never talk about, but his casual wear tended towards neutral greys and greens, not -

Black.

The colour contrasted sharply with his pale complexion. Prompto had his arms raised, carelessly toweling his hair. His shirt rode high with the motion, and his pants - just a little too large - rode low on his hips, and Noct's eye was dizzyingly and inexorably drawn to the flash of skin between the two. He looked like a mess, with his hair falling in damp locks, the harsh black of his clothes making his face seem just a little sallow and drawn. He looked better than Noctis had ever seen him. He looked like he belonged in this colour, royalty be damned. He looked like he belonged to Noctis.

The silence must have gone on a little too long because Prompto stopped drying his hair and looked at Noctis with concern. His shirt fell back down and Noctis didn't know if he missed the uncovered skin or if he wanted to cover Prompto in his colour even further.

"Uh, Eos to Noct?" Prompto said. "I was kidding about the bed, dude."

No, you can have the bed, Noctis thought inanely. You can have my whole fucking wardrobe -

"Yeah," Noctis finally managed to say through a dry mouth. "Wait - no, it's cool - "

"Noct?"

"I mean," Noctis started, wrenching his thoughts into some sort of order, "We're in the same class, so if you lose the sports festival, I lose the sports festival."

"It's just practice, dude," Prompto laughed. "I don't know how one man can be so lazy yet so competitive. Seriously, it's okay."

"Fine, we'll both take the bed," Noctis declared, ignoring Prompto's startled protest. "It's big enough."

It wasn't big enough.

Noctis, who didn't know what "backing down" meant, ignored the rest of Prompto's protests until he sighed and clambered under the unmade sheets. He considered feeling bad for a moment, but he'd learned early that as easy-going as he seemed, nobody could actually make Prompto do anything he didn't want to do, so he flipped the lights off and flopped down next to Prompto instead. They weren't exactly touching, especially with the way Prompto was pressed as close to the wall as he could get, but Noctis could feel the heat of his skin between them. Even in the darkness, he could just about make out the contrast where the nape of Prompto's neck met the collar of his shirt.

"Hey, Prompto," Noctis murmured into the silence, after Prompto's breathing had finally started to even out and slow.

"Mm?" Prompto mumbled back.

"What time's your practice tomorrow?"

"Like 11, why?"

"I gotta pick up something from the library," Noctis lied. "Let's go down together. You can borrow some of my training gear."

"Oh," Prompto yawned. "Cool."

"Cool," Noctis echoed, and let a strange sense of satisfaction chase him into sleep.

Good lord, yes. Iggy totally needs a good pegging.

Let the temptation grow, anon! Think of the sheer hotness!

Do it, friend! Pretty please?

GOD this was sooooo hot, thank you so much for writing it anon!

Yesss. Clothes and bed sharing.

Can I get a link? :o

Op here
Dont you dare apologise. This is amazing! I'm loving it with my whOLE HEART, OKAY? Thank you so much for writing it! I'm so happy with thisdfghjklshdja ;uuuuuu;

I absolutely can't wait for more of this!!!!!!!!!!! So ready for the pain (︶▽︶)

I'm gonna try to tackle this! Please give me some time to write it up ^^

// No, you can have the bed, Noctis thought inanely. You can have my whole fucking wardrobe - //

YELLS THIS WAS GOOD

THIS IS TOO REAL. THIS IS UNCOMFORTABLY REAL. PLEASE.

I'm just really craving some Regis and Prompto shenanigans (perhaps having to do with Noctis??)

Can be either shippy or gen, I like both~

+ If the shippy route is chosen, Noctis not being opposed and actually thinking they're good for each other

Second, I would love to see this.

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Fill: Side Jobs

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Chocobros in Eorzea

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Prompto + Noctis, nipple piercings

Ardyn/Prompto - MPreg illusion

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Regis + Prompto - Shenanigans

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