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This got completely out of hand and I apologize. I haven't touched on the age difference yet but I will because I am garbage.

Warnings for angst, Prompto having PTSD fucking up his biology and self worth issues and Gladio being an asshole as a self-defense mechanism to cope with his own trauma. Also, mentions of Luna/Noct.

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Ten years.

It’s been ten years since Noctis became one with the crystal but it feels like he’s only been gone for a fraction of it. A few heartbeats, maybe, if he’s honest. Looking in the sideview mirror of Talcott’s truck, it doesn’t seem like a day has passed but here’s Talcott, at least as old as Noctis’ feels.

Rubbing a hand over his face, Noctis sighs and rests his head against the cool window. He’s not going to ask how Talcott knew where to find him. He’s not going to ask how many daemons there are, stretching as far as the eye can see. How long has it been since anyone has seen the sun and how is anything even still growing to sustain them. There are a million questions inside of him and he doesn’t want to know the answers to any of them.

There is a warm feeling in Noctis’ gut, one he hasn’t felt in a long time, and he tries to will it away.

It’s a long, quiet drive to Hammerhead.

- - - - -

Prompto throws himself at Noctis the moment they’re away from prying eyes and inside the caravan. His embrace is too tight, his too sharp nails digging into the back of Noctis’ neck. His breathing is ragged and his scent is - not wrong, per se, but flat. Like sleep warm skin and bitter sweat from fighting and something that is undeniably Prompto. Warm days in the garden and standing too close in arcades at night and sharing sweet concoctions and even sweeter kisses. Yet something is missing.

Hesitantly, Noctis returns the embrace. Prompto feels so thin under his battered vest and top, but for more solid than Noctis remembers. Like he lost all his baby fat when he decided to grow out the strange little scruff on his chin.

“Let the man breathe,” Gladiolus eventually says. He claps Noctis on the back, rougher than he needs to, and ruffles his hair gently. “Look at your dumb baby face. You’re still a goddamn twink.”

“So nothing has changed, then?” Ignis asks, quietly. His fingers skim the walls as he makes his way to the small bench, and Noctis’ heart aches to see him. This is his fault. All of this is his fault.

“Not a damn thing,” Gladiolus says and he almost sounds reverent.

“You even still smell like you,” Prompto mumbles into Noctis’ neck. He inhales deeply but his breaths are still shaking and oh, Noctis thinks, because Prompto is actually crying. His grip tightens.

Noctis rubs a hand along Prompto’s spine, gently petting, and nuzzles their temples together. “I’m glad you’re okay. I was so worried about you. Ardyn...”

“How do you think we felt?” Gladiolus asks, and Prompto hiccups a laugh through his tears. “We didn’t know if you were ever going to come back.”

“Don’t be an ass,” Prompto says. He pulls away from Noctis just far enough to glower at Gladiolus. “It wasn’t his fault.”

“Now would be a good time to consider heading to bed,” Ignis suggests. “We have a long day ahead of us tomorrow.”

“Just like that, then?” Gladiolus asks. His expression is neutral but he touches the small of Noctis’ back possessively. It sends shivers down his spine and makes his knees week. “We just got him back.”

“I never said anything about sleeping,” Ignis says.

Noctis’ face flushes. He doesn’t remember Ignis being quite this forward before, but maybe the stress of time apart has affected them in more ways than one. He should feel used but Noctis aches for them in ways he can’t begin to explain.

“Um, can I just - “ He hasn’t been clean in over ten years, can still feel the ichor from the MTs and daemons making his clothes stiff and he’s pretty sure some of this blood isn’t even his own. He’s gross now that he thinks about it, but Prompto doesn’t seem to mind if his tight embrace is any indicator.

“Oh,” Ignis says. He sounds more like the Ignis Noctis knows, startled by his own lack of consideration. “The water doesn’t get hot, but lukewarm should be fine if you keep it under a few minutes…”

“We weren’t going to say anything,” Gladiolus says. He squeezes Noctis’ shoulders gently and nudges him towards the cramped bathroom. “Go on, princess.”

Prompto doesn’t want to let go, but he eventually does. His lower lip trembles and his eyes are glassy. His gaze drops to Noctis’ lips, like he wants, but he’s not willing to erase the space between them and kiss him himself.

Noctis closes it for him, a quick peck to chapped lips before he’s stepping away and closing the door behind him. His heart is thudding in his chest and he had no idea what the hell he was expecting to happen, but this certainly wasn’t it.

Something is off between Prompto and Gladiolus and Ignis, but Noctis isn’t sure what. He knows what Talcott said about them, that they hadn’t been sticking together, hadn’t been hunting together. Had they been together at all?

Had Ignis and Gladiolus left Prompto to sweat out his Heats all alone, or had he found someone else to take care of him through them? Ignis and Gladiolus’ Ruts can’t have been much better, whether apart or desperately clawing at each other to be dominant instead of rocking into Prompto’s sweet, submissive body? Could Prompto even handle the both of them at once?

And that is what is precisely wrong with Prompto’s scent just now, is he didn’t smell like Ignis or Gladiolus. How long has it been since either of them had been inside of him? Was Noctis the only one holding the four of them together?

He feels sick just thinking about it.

Shaking, Noctis strips off his teeshirt and kicks off his boots and waits for the shower to reach the lukewarm temperature Ignis promised. It never does, but Noctis steps under the spray anyways.

- - - - -

“All I’m saying is you can’t just force him to have sex with you just because you haven’t seen him in ten years,” Prompto argues hotly through the bathroom door. “Maybe he’s exhausted. We’ve barely even gotten the story out of him and both of you immediately want to take him to bed? Assholes!”

“Just because you dried up the moment he went missing - ,” Gladiolus starts.

“Prompto was kidnapped and tortured and lost one of his mates,” Ignis interjects. “You can’t blame him if his emotions and hormones are out of whack.”

“And what the hell is with your weird Devil’s Advocate kick lately?” Gladiolus snaps. “Like you weren’t just as hot for him the moment he stepped out of that truck. The whole damn camp can smell how eager you are.”

Noctis is pretty sure the rest of this conversation is going to end in bloodshed at this rate, so he wraps a too thin terrycloth towel around his waist and pushes open the bathroom door. “Stop.”

Gladiolus sucks in a sharp breath and Prompto looks at Noctis with wide eyes. Even Ignis tips his head slightly, a sign of recognition that Noctis spoke than anything else, probably. He should feel naked, standing in front of them like this, but he just feels frustrated.

“Astrals, look at you,” Gladiolus says, his voice low and husky. “I feel like a goddamn pervert.”

Noctis refuses to squirm. He doesn’t want to stand with his hands on his hips, but he doesn’t know what else he can do besides cross them over his chest and that makes him feel even more insecure. He’s nineteen and he feels every minute of it.

“It’s my body,” Noctis says, finally. “Cartarnica was the last time anyone touched it.”

He remembers the train ride, begging to ride Ignis desperately because Gladiolus wouldn’t even look at him, let alone fuck him and he had needs. Prompto could barely even roll over on his cot after Gladiolus had finished with him and Noctis can still feel the white hot jealousy in his gut. It feels like weeks ago.

“Cape Caem was the last time you all even wanted me,” Noctis continues. His palms are sweaty and he balls his hands into fists.

Knowing this was the last time they were going to get to be together. Once they left for Altissia Lunafreya and Noctis would be reunited and what they had going had to stop. Noctis was going to be married and he would never be able to give his beautiful beta wife any children but they were going to be happy. But Noctis and Ignis and Prompto and Gladiolus still had that last night, two beds pushed together and Noctis being smothered between the three of them in a desperate attempt to claim him once last time.

“Bro, no,” Prompto says, and he sounds wrecked. “I - we - always wanted you.”

“You’re a goddamn idiot,” Gladiolus says. His grip is tight and he pulls Noctis in surprisingly fast for such a large man. His embrace is smothering, but familiar thick fingers run through his hair before tugging gently and forcing Noctis to look up. “I was mad at everything, not just you.”

Noctis trembles and there is nothing he can say or do to deny it. He fists the front of Gladiolus’ tanktop and his breath shakes. This must have been how Prompto was feeling earlier. Confused and desperate and so fucking alone it hurt. “You wouldn’t even look at me.” Noctis says wetly, tears prickling the back of his eyes.

“Do not believe that he did not regret treating you the way he did,” Ignis says softly. He moves closer and brushes a soft kiss to the crown of Noctis’ head, a familiar gesture that makes Noctis’ heart flutter. “We have no intention of taking away your agency. If you do not wish to be intimate, that is entirely your call and we will respect your decision.”

It feels safe and warm, pressed tight between his two alphas. The start of the road trip was the first time he was allowed to have both of them and Prompto whenever he wanted. He’d always had to settle for drunken shenanigans before, the four of them getting barely enough time together to make it worth it. Noctis knows he was selfish in his intentions and desires, but Prompto never complained.

“How long has it been?” Noctis asks. “How many times have you three been together without me?”

“It was my fault!” Prompto says.

Ignis reaches for him, hand sliding up his shoulder to the back of his neck, before tugging him in close as well. He presses a kiss to Prompto’s temple. “It was not your fault. Gladio didn’t mean that.”

“My brain’s all fucked up now, Noct,” Prompto mumbles against his shoulder. “I haven’t had a heat in four years? I haven’t gotten slick in even longer…”

“Prompto,” Noctis says. He can’t wrap an arm around him, not like this, but he can squeeze his fingers around Prompto’s wrist. “Do you remember the time you soaked through the couch cushion and my apartment reeked for days?”

Prompto makes a horrified sound, but Ignis laughs between them. “That was quite a mess to clean up,” Ignis says, amused. “And then you tried to lie about it, like I wouldn’t recognize your scent over anyone else’s.”

“I was trying to forget about that,” Prompto says, but he’s grinning. “I was thirsting for Gladio so hardcore and you had that toy...”

“Now this is definitely a story I’m interested in hearing later,” Gladiolus says. He ruffles Prompto’s hair and sighs heavily. The room sombers. “To answer your first question… not as often as you’d like to hear. Wasn’t the same without you. Prompto didn’t want to be touched if he wasn’t in Heat, Ignis didn’t want to submit to anyone, and I was - still am, if I’m honest - an asshole about the entire situation.”

“It’s been at least five years for the three of us,” Ignis muses. “It was more of a coincidence than anything that we were altogether at the same place. Though, Prompto and I have been together since then.”

“That haven outside Balouve Mines,” Gladiolus says. “I remember that. That cannot be consecrated holy grounds anymore after the shit that went down there.”

“You bit my ass!” Prompto says, indigent, though his cheeks are flushed and he doesn’t sound too put out by it. He certainly doesn’t smell opposed to the idea. “I think I have a scar.”

Gladiolus smacks Prompto’s ass and he yelps in response, his body jarring in closer to Noctis’ and his skin flushing brighter. “You like it, puppy.”

“You’re such an asshole,” Prompto says hotly.

Noctis knows that there is a good chance that these next few days will be his last. If all goes according to plan, if they move quick enough, they may only have two or three more days together. But he’s selfish and he wants and he needs to know his mates will be okay without them. He doesn’t want to leave behind a world where Ignis and Gladiolus and Prompto haven’t fucked in over five years. Noctis can’t be the glue that holds them together when it’s obvious how desperately they all need each other.

He doesn’t deserve his mates. Noctis is far too selfish for them.

Sucking in a sharp breath, Noctis presses up onto his toes to press a chaste kiss to Gladiolus’ mouth. He backs away before the kiss can be deepened and Gladiolus growls, tightening his grip on Noctis’ waist. He kisses Ignis in kind, who sighs softly against his lips, and Prompto who whimpers and presses into him eagerly.

“So I’m pretty sure you guys were planning on some kind of gangbang?” Noctis asks.

OP -

Physically-strong people being unable to fight back is my JAM, anon.

Aw, poor Noctis, wondering if can pay his own ransom. XD;;

I'm scared to find out what Kidman wants from Noct... (and by scared, I mean gleefully anticipating hehe)

Is it okay if I include sleep paralysis and cataplexy?

I love every moment of this. I love Iris' confusion and her hesitancy to say anything and that she just kind of wants these idiots to be happy. I'm excited for the last part. <3

I'm excited because it's this prompt and double excited because there is two seconds of Regis/Clarus because I'm trash. This is amazing.

I need this like whoa. Especially if Prompto has no idea this is a Thing for Noct.

Sure, that's totally fine :) - OP

Hee hee hee! Authornon is giggling gleefully (and being shushed by authornon!husband XD) And I completely agree about your first sentence - there's just something about it that's so fun to write and read!

Also poor Noct is willing to try most anything at this point. I think he'd rather deal with Kidman than Cindy and Cid, though. Plus, if the Reglaia reminds him of his father, as I've seen headcanons suggest...ouch :( Besides, Kidman wouldn't want the car. Unless it's the Type-F.

I've been loving this prompt so much you don't know how tempted I am to stay up all night and bang it out, lol. But I know it'll be better after some sleep, so...tomorrow!

There was a prompt with them that had her saying they'd do it if they'd invite Noct and/or Gladio. So threesome, yay or nay?

~OP

YES YES YES SOMEONE PLEASE MAKE THIS HAPPEN.

Ok, just so you know this may take a while - been struggling with writers block for ages and I have narcolepsy IRL to deal with, too.

And they're tasked with escorting the Crown Prince of Lucis to Altissa for the wedding.

Bonus points for:

+ Noct being an absolute brat and passive-agressively refusing to eat anything Ignis makes for him because it's the only thing he can control in the situation.
+ Noct continuously trying to run away from them.
+ Noct surprising everyone by initiating conversation with Prompto
+ Everyone bonding and becoming friends in the end despite it all (maybe when everyone realizes the wedding/treaty is a ruse?)

I'm not usually into Prompto/Noctis, but I am actually really tempted to fill this lol.

Just wondering, do you want them to already have an established relationship or do you want this as their first kiss? And are we talking just a kiss or do you want some smut thrown in there too lol?

No problem, take as long as you need! And, wow, I hope my prompt didn't cause any offense or anything. I've been looking up stuff on narcolepsy recently and it seems like a really frustrating/distressing thing to live with, so much respect to you for having to deal with that.

Wouldn't falling off the train cause a miscarriage by itself? I could see Ardyn gloating about how he purposefully tricked Noct into causing Prompto harm and ending his own line.

SECONDED LIKE WHOA.

Seconded! I can imagine all the shenanigans Noctis would get up to under their care and trying to escape! Like, he already gives them a hard time and they're his friends! Could you imagine what it would be like if they were on the opposite side omg?!

Potential Carnival Spoilers/Spoilers for Chapter 10 onward

Anyone else notice in the latest trailer (on 1/19) that Noct only has Carbunkle for company at the festival? What if the festival is nothing more than a decade-long hallucination? Give me Noctis in a dream state, worried about his friends/lovers in a vague way between dances with Moogle mascots and fishing for prizes, and interacting with what he assumes are occasional projections of his bros but in reality are his buddies crossing dream paths with him. Could be due to supercharged Lucian-magic-sharing as the crystal charges the ring more and more and strengthens their connection, or it could be because of a super nice deity. I'd love to see how they find comfort in such an innocent environment while the outside world falls into disarray.

+ Gladio and Prompto aging as time goes on, but Ignis and Noctis looking exactly the same
++ having relations in inappropriate (public) places because dream logic
+++ Noct getting updates on current events but not being able to retain information between visits
++++ let them be happy :'(

Look at what you did anon, LOOK AT IT! You turned a perfectly happy Noctis day into a delusion created by his own deteriorating mental health from being isolated over ten years.

You can crawl back to hell now. Also seconding this because I want to see what you heartless beasts come up with.

Just after Ignis put a roast in the oven he heard hasty footsteps clomping down the hall. He knew what that meant. He sighed softly, adjusting his glasses. He should have expected this from someone Noctis' age. Ever since their first... 'encounter', Noctis had become far less resistant to the cage - though there were times he became defiant. Instead, he would come home in a rush and be very demanding of Ignis.

From how rapidly Noctis was coming home he could already tell it was going to be one of those times. The door flung open, the bag was dropped, and instead of collapsing on the couch Noctis marched straight to the counter.

"Ignis!" Noctis called for him forcefully.

"You require some assistance?" he asked, already predicting it. He slid the oven mitts off of his hands and set them down.

Noctis kept his mouth shut. It was hard to believe he was doing this, but he had an unusual situation with Ignis. Ignis didn't spread rumors or get particularly judgmental. He just did what was needed, and Noctis could get back to his life without worrying about the other man spilling the beans. He would have fought harder about the cage, but having Ignis take care of him was so much better than doing it himself. Feeling foreign fingers on him and in him. If it had been anyone else he wouldn't have been able to take it, but with Ignis he could go back to pretending everything was normal after.

Unfortunately, the longer it went on the less things felt normal anymore. Instead of daydreaming about anyone else he was thinking of Ignis touching him more and more. And his thoughts were starting to wander further than just having Iggy massage him with his hands.

As he followed Ignis towards the bathroom he swallowed the lump in his throat. He was thinking of doing other things with him, but he didn't dare voice it. It was too embarrassing, and surely Ignis would object. He just needed to do it and make it happen.

He couldn't believe he was even thinking of it. It was Iggy's fault for putting the thoughts in his mind.

Ignis had prepared everything and was getting on his knees in the tub. Noctis followed, stepping inside but getting down on his knees facing him this time.

"Noct, if you're facing that way I won't..."

Ignis didn't get to finish what he was saying. Noctis grabbed his pants, for once catching him by surprise. The other man hardly even had a chance to struggle, falling back on his rear. Noctis couldn't lie - he got some satisfaction from catching Ignis off guard and watching him flail.

Yanking Ignis' pants down, he got a full view of what he wanted. He didn't have time to admire it, though. Ignis wouldn't wait that long to fight back. He leaned forward and snatched up the flaccid cock in his mouth.

A rare cry of distress escaped from Iggy. He was trapped against the back of the cool ceramic of the tub and Noctis' warm mouth was suddenly wrapped around him. He tried to get up, but Noctis' weight was holding him down and he was in a terrible position, legs on either side of Noctis. His body was reacting quickly despite himself. Noctis was going wild on his cock, sucking and licking ravenously, and not even he could resist.

It didn't surprise Noctis that Ignis was neatly trimmed. His nose rubbed against the short, coarse hairs as he held onto him and sloppily devoured him. Feeling him swell up so quickly stroked his ego and gave him hope that maybe he really could get Ignis to do what he wanted. This moment of helplessness was sweet revenge for what Ignis had done to him. Hearing him groan was as good as victory to him.

He pulled away, saliva trailing from his lips. With hot breaths, he looked up to see a befuddled Iggy reclining against the back of the tub. He panted, cool air touching his moist and uncomfortably warm cock. His skin tingled from the sensation.

Without a word, Noctis turned himself around in the tub, pulled down his pants and rested against the tub, assuming his usual position when they did this. But this time he was expecting a lot more.

Ignis dug his fingers into the ceramic. His heart was pounding, and in front of him Noctis had his bare ass in the air for him. Even more than that, his blue eyes were looking back at him expectantly. Bidding him like a king.

He forced himself back onto his knees.

Luckily, he had prepared. Composing himself, he grabbed the tub of vaseline next to him and generously smothered it on his fingers. Disappointed, Noctis thought that Ignis was still somehow showing restraint. Even when his slightly disheveled appearance, he still slid his fingers into Noctis like usual. He stared at Noctis' ass with intense focus as he fucked him with his fingers.

It still felt amazing. The fingertips stroking his sweet spot were tortorous, and he thought he was going to cum again just from that. But Ignis pulled his fingers out and held onto his hips. The hot head of his cock pressed against Noctis' hole. Noctis' breath hitched as he realized what was about to happen. He was nervous. He was excitement. His body buzzed with fervent need.

Ignis' inital push stretched his virgin hole, making him groan in both pain and pleasure. Hand on Noctis' side, he paused.

"Are you all right?" he asked. The first words spoken in what felt like forever.

"Just do it already!" Noctis spat out impatiently. His body was feverish with desire.

Ignis' brief hesitation felt all too long for him. The concern he had despite Noctis' words kept him at bay, made him second guess himself. But Noctis was asking for it. Forcefully, at that. His fingers dug into soft skin and he pushed forward, driving himself inside Noctis' tight hole. The lube helped him glide in, and before long his whole cock was buried inside of the prince.

His body trembled as Ignis did his best to maintain self-control. The low moans of his prince filled the bathroom. Ignis' cock crushed against his prostate, instantly making his cock want to swell up. It was quick to be squeezed inside of the unbending cage, though, wrenching another distressed cry from his lips. Frustration and pleasure seemed to unite as one as Ignis started rocking against him. His cock filled him so satisfyingly, but his body couldn't react the way it wanted.

Writhing and groaning, Noctis' body felt as if it was set ablaze when Ignis sunk into him. His cock and balls pushed painfully against the metal. Still, Ignis had a firm grip on him and did his extensive training ever pay off as he vigorously pounded against him. He couldn't last any more than he could against Ignis' fingers, but there was something so much more satisfying about it when as stream of cum gushed out of his cage. Ignis' thick shaft pressed down on his sweet spot more firmly than his fingers ever could, and rubbed against every bit of it, making it feel like he was being milked dry.

Somehow, he was almost surprised when he felt something warm inside of him at the same time. He realized that Ignis had cum inside of him, holding onto him tightly. He wasn't sure what to think for a moment, suddenly aware that he was full of Ignis' seed. It was strange, and at the same time there was something so taboo about it that it was tantalizing.

Ignis' grip on Noctis loosened and he slowly pulled out of him. They'd made a bigger mess than ever before, and he felt guilty looking down at his slick, wet dick and the smeared mess of lube and cum that he'd left on Noctis' rear. He had never intended for things to go this far. Instantly he grabbed a cloth and turned on the water to start cleaning up, concentrating on Noctis first.

He looked down at his quiet prince, complacent euphoric expression on his face as he allowed himself to be washed, and sighed softly. At least Noctis was being saved for his future bride. So long as he could do that, he would keep the prince pleased for as long as he needed.

I can't speak for digialchem, but, as the OP of that prompt, I can assure you that someone would be very excited indeed if you felt like filling it!

Prompto, Noctis AND Aranea in one fill? Hell yeah, that sounds amazing! You would be blessing me greatly, anon <3 Make sure you link me :P

Oh my god this is hilarious. Someone please fill this!

Poor Luna has been under a lot of pressure lately, Aranea sees how stressed she is and offers to help her relieve said stress...................by fucking her.

Noctis couldn't remember when it started. At some point, he and Prompto thought it would be hilarious, and it had just built from there. What started as small one-off lines turned into full-blown flirtation that outsiders might think was real.

Perhaps it was the small, ever-patient sigh that Ignis would let out. More likely, it was the frustrated, almost pained groan that Gladio would give. Either way, in times of boredom, he and Prompto had come up with a unique way to amuse themselves and annoy others. And they occassionally used it as a means of getting revenge.

It was another late night. Instead of sleeping in a caravan or motel, Gladio had insisted they sleep out under the stars. For a while they amused themselves playing King's Knight, but that desire wore off quickly as they became too weary to concentrate on the game and too stubborn to go to sleep. Noctis got up to fetch himself and Prompto a drink, and as he walked behind the other boy it started.

"Here you go, Schnookums," he cooed in an overly flirtatious way, leaning over Prompto's Coleman chair to hand him the drink.

Prompto instantly joined the play, holding up the drink as if to make a toast. "Thanks, Honeymuffin."

He could already hear Gladio groaning. Good. He deserved it for dragging them out here. It just made Noctis play harder.

He rounded the chair to drop into it, comfortably squished against Prompto. Wrapping an arm around his shoulders, he leaned into Prompto.

"You always know how to treat me, Poopsie Woopsie." Prompto tapped a finger on Noctis' nose.

"Anything for you, my chocobean covered bagel."

There it was. That unmistakable, almost inaudible groan. Surely his suggestion had offended Ignis' palate, but the man was too courteous to ever say anything.

It was a competition to see who could come up with the worst pet name, and every time they were both determined to win. He never actually knew who won, but he always had fun.

Prompto's hand, cold from the chilly night air, touched his cheek. "You know I love it when you talk to me that way, Butterball." He was almost nose to nose with Noctis, closer than anyone else would ever get with him.

As much as he cared about Iggy and Gladio, they were both mentors to him. Prompto was different. He was the one true peer that Noctis had. The only person he had to be an unrepentant idiot with.

"You like when I call you Poopsy Doodles?" Noctis leaned in further, hot breath able to reach Prompto's face as he spoke in a husky voice.

"Oh," Prompto exhaled dramatically, "Pumpkin' Knickers..."

"You're the mystery meat in my sushi..."

"You're the cream in my bisque..."

Another louder groan as Gladio gave up. He got out of his chair and stretched before heading to his tent. Noctis knew better than to try and scare Ignis away - the man had the patience of a saint. But he wasn't trying to get to him anyway.

They playfully cooed sweet nothings at each other for a while longer, until finally they needed to give in to sleep. Ignis put away dishes and crawled into the tent with Gladio, and Noctis crawled in along with Prompto. He was thankful when it was zipped closed to block out the chill of the night, scooting up close to Prompto to share some warmth with him.

Lazily resting an arm over him, he looked at the back of Prompto's head in the dim light. With a smirk, he leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Chocobo butt."

Prompto snickered softly.

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Re: Prompto/Noctis, black clothes

Re: Noctis, diagnosed with narcolepsy

Re: Prompto/[Noctis or Regis], abo/mpreg, miscarriage

Re: AU - Ignis & Gladio are from Niflheim, Prompto is their MT

Re: AU - Ignis & Gladio are from Niflheim, Prompto is their MT

Noctis/Any Chocobro(s): Chocobo Moogle Carnival Is Noct's Dream

Re: Noctis/Any Chocobro(s): Chocobo Moogle Carnival Is Noct's Dream

3/3 It Continues

Re: Fill: Beep Beep [Promptis] - OP

Re: Fill: Beep Beep [Promptis] - OP

Re: Prompto/Noctis - Pet Names

Aranea/Lunafreya "stress relief"

!Fill Prompto/Noctis - Pet Names