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Re: FILL: Chocobro Polyship - Outside POV (3/3)

[(Anonymous)]

(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

Re: FILL: Chocobro Polyship - Outside POV (3/3)

[(Anonymous)]

The pizza! The spiracorns!

This was an awesome read, authornon!!

Re: FILL: Chocobro Polyship - Outside POV (3/3)

[(Anonymous)]

Thank you kindly!! :)

Re: FILL: Chocobro Polyship - Outside POV (3/3)

[(Anonymous)]

OP here! I know I already thanked you on AO3 but I did want to show my appreciation here too. I'm so glad other people liked this prompt and it inspired some really lovely fic.