What if Sephiroth came across one of the baby chocobos from Rebirth that really wants him to follow it to a rest stop???
Ehehehehehhdhdhdh *melts into marshmallow puddle at the sheer thought of it* ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ̀ˋ
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At first, Sephiroth tries to brush the little fella off, trying his best to ignore the persistent chitters and squawks from the Chocobaby waddling behind him. He gave it one (1) crumb of his granola bar; it should be plenty satisfied, no? Plenty satiated? Or did just fall into the trap of naively thinking that an animal would stop after being relented to…?
Well, fine. Fair enough. He didn’t exactly “relent” as much as voluntarily offer a piece of his lunch upon catching sight of the Chocobaby, but… so what? That was just instinct, wasn’t it? Like he was simply supposed to ignore the little avian and its fluffy tuff of fluff upon its feathery head, to resist giving it a little ruffle? A little series of pats? A little piece of his lunch? He wasn’t a monster, for Gaia’s sake, but that still didn’t mean he had any intention of interacting with the Chocobaby any lo—
“Waaarrrrkkky!”
Sephiroth finally pauses, pinching the bridge of his nose, taking a deep breath.
The Chocobaby continues to hop like a bouncy ball behind him.
“…You cannot come with me, little one.”
“Warrrkyyy-wark!”
“No, it is far too dangerous.”
“Warrrrk!”
“I slay monsters for a living.”
“Warrrrrrrky!”
“You’ll get yourself hurt.”
“Warrrrrrrk!”
“No.”
“Wark!”
“No.”
“Wark!”
“…”
“Wark! Wark! Wark! Wark!”
“…”
“Eh, what the heck?”
Sephiroth scoops up the dancing Chocobaby, letting the baby-blue shape nuzzle into his arms, finding shelter and solace in the warm nest of leather as he continues on through the meadow, eventually falling asleep in his embrace.
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“Sephiroth?” Genesis starts.
“Mmn?”
“Uhh… whatcha got there?”
“A milkshake.” He holds up the chocolate beverage he purchased on the way back to Midgar.
“I think he meant the tiny bird,” Angeal clarifies.
“Oh! Of course! How rude of me; this is Lapis.” Sephiroth cradles the Chocobaby, adjusting himself so his friends could see the precious shape in his arms. “He’s a Chocobaby.”
Angeal and Genesis exchange a look.
“I thought ShinRa doesn’t allow pets.”
“They do now,” Sephiroth says, and leaves no room for arguments as he started off towards his room, wheeling a gigantic wagon of birdfeed, blankets, and toys behind him.
GAH! BAD TUMBLR! BAD! TUMBLR! EATING MY ASK! Iwould like to try to request a scenario/headcanon list of a time Pap!Cor had to take Baby!Prompto with him to the Citadel and Baby!Prompto meets the other Baby!Chocobros for the first time! Please and thank you!
You don’t talk Papa!Cor without TRIGGERING ME.
Lately I’ve had had a lot of Papa Cor feels, as in even more than usual, so this will be an absolute joy to answer to.(*ﾉωﾉ)
Papa Cor takes Baby Prompto to the Citadel and he meets the Baby Chocobros for the first time.
Cor is still in absolute Papa Panic a couple months into being dad of a stolen baby.
As being single Papa took him off-guard, he’s always a bit too paranoid about dear Prommy’s health and wellbeing.
Cor usually left baby Prommy with the neighbor because Cor was scared of taking him too far from the house.
(He’s so small, dear Astrals, and so fragile, I don’t want anything to happen to him :( )
As a noble and working for royalty, Cor has access to daycare within the Citadel itself, but 1. He absolutely FORGOT in his PapaPanic, and 2. He had not wanted to take Prommy there because he feared Prommy could get lost in such a huge place.
Because Cor knows his son, he just knows Prompto can somehow exit rooms like he can cross walls magically.
((Cor’s tried to spy him to see because, well…who knows, Prompto is from a Nif lab, what if he can go through walls o h m y g o d))
Cor you stupid thing.
However, one day, the neighbor was not available, and no matter how many people Cor phoned, no one was available to go take care of Prommy.
Cor did not want to hire someone for it because HOW CAN HE TRUST SOMEONE HE DOESN’T KNOW, IT’S HIS SON HE’S TALKING ABOUT, HE NEEDS SOMEONE OF HIS FULL ABSOLUTE TRUST.
((…please forgive his paranoia <3))
So Cor had no option but to take Prommy to the Citadel daycare.
Let’s see how everything went, shall we?
Cor will never forgive to himself waking 1 and half year old Prommy at such an early hour.
Sure, baby fell back asleep immediately, literally in his arms and before reaching the car, but Cor woke him up for a minute and that is UNFORGIVABLE.
Baby Prommy was still asleep when Cor arrived to the Citadel, so that’s how Cor took him to daycare; dear tiny Prommy asleep in papa’s arms.
Cor is the most awkward potato with legs to have ever walked into the Citadel’s daycare.
Cor gave instructions and warnings to the employee for like twenty minutes.
There is baby Prommy asleep in one of the cribs, and Cor literally unable to get away of him, and whispering things to the employee.
“I know he looks like he doesn’t give troubles, but he’s a bit…hyperactive.”
“Yes, sir.”
“So please be patient with him, I’m sorry if he causes any troubles, that’s not what he means to do, he’s just…a bit hyperactive :(“
“Understood, sir.”
“Uhm. Really, he’s a good kid and he’s calm and he would never harm an ant or annoy someone on purpose, he’s just playful and wants to be friends with everyone, but really he’s not a mess- no, he’s just. A bit hyperactive.”
“Yes, sir, I understand.”
“Try- please- don’t frighten him, please, be soft with him- I mean, I know you are soft with all the kids, I don’t mean- I’m not questioning- I’m not trying to tell you how to do your job, I know you’re wonderful at it, I’m just- this is my first time being dad and I don’t know, I feel horrible getting away of him and I just want to have an eye on him at all time and I’m scared something can happen to him and it’s not that I don’t trust you, of course I do- oh my god, no, I’m sorry, I’m just offending you and being rude and-”
Cor needed to be reassured and calmed down.
Ahahaha, aaw, Cor, it’s okay <3
((This almost earned him a girlfriend, to be honest, employee was moved at how much of a soft marshmallow of a dad Cor is))
It took all of Cor’s self control to not stay in daycare all day.
After a struggle and reminding himself he’s a high ranked officer (not Marshal yet, but still high rank), he forced himself out and decided Prommy would do okay and everything would be fine and that there would be no Nif invasion or catastrophe or natural disaster that day.
Prommy woke up like an hour later.
After feeding him and changing him, employee left baby Prommy in the playroom. At first he was alone.
Normally, the baby prince would be looked after in his room and with personal nannies (mostly because of his health and tiny size which worries the king), but…
Regis forever-a-mischievous-child Lucis Caelum heard Cor had finally brought his child and he SO had to make both kids befriend.
Regis is fanboy number one of kids and toddlers, and he wants all toddlers in the world to be friends, even more if it’s about his son and the son of one of his intimate friends.
He’s uncle Regis for damn’s sake, the kids have to be friends!
So Regis went “Fuck everything” and decided to leave the prince at the normal daycare of the Citadel.
So baby Noct was second to arrive.
There were other babies around, but Prommy wasn’t interacting with anyone; he found a squeaky chocobo plush so he was entertained on his own.
Until the baby prince arrived.
The employees were doing as normal when the KING HIMSELF came in like “Hello, I…work here and they said I could use daycare, do you need to see my ID? C:”
(Regis was serious)
Regis put baby Noct on the floor and patted his head as goodbye.
Regis tried to hide to stare, but he was being too obvious and the assistants were staring, so he left (made sure to ask for the videotape by the end of the day, though. Regis just…REALLY wants to see Prommy and Noct interact <3)
Anyway back to the babies.
Year-and-half Noct was sat there still sleepy and not really caring.
Prommy was still distracted with the squeaky chocobo.
A few moments later, though, because baby Noct yawned, little Prompto turned in the direction of the noise thinking it had been a kitty (baby Prom loves kitties and puppies).
Baby Prom saw baby Noct.
Baby Prom is fast crawling towards him.
I’d like to say they saw each other and there was a connection and they laughed…
But Baby Prommy took baby Noct by the mouth and forced it open and started looking inside.
There you have it; the baby prince sat there and another baby forcing his mouth open to look in there like a tamer with a crocodile or something.
It’s good that Cor isn’t here or he would be freaking out real bad right now.
Baby Prommy was looking for the kitty that this other baby ate.
That was what made the kitty sound, right?
Finding no kitty, Prommy let go of his face.
Baby Noct is tearing up.
Baby Noct feel attacked and scared.
Baby Noct was always too sensitive; he wouldn’t let anyone but Regis carry him, and would cry if someone talked too much at him or looked too much or touched him.
This baby went as into forcing his mouth open.
So obviously baby Noct is about to burst into tears.
Baby Noct is sat there, face shrugged up, teary eyes, and about to cry.
Baby Noct starts crying.
Baby Prommy goes “GASPS”
Baby Prommy proceeded to start petting Noctis.
Literally.
There’s baby Prommy, coming to stand on his little chubby feet, and patting the top of the baby prince’s head soft but steady.
Baby Noct hysterically cried for like seven seconds.
Then he went silent.
Baby Noct is sat there taken off guard and staring at the void and not sure he understands what’s happening.
Baby Prommy is still petting him.
Both babies spend there about an entire minute or two, baby Noct sat there teary eyed but quiet, and baby Prommy petting him.
That’s how Cor always makes baby Prommy calm down, so baby Prommy guessed it could work on this stranger baby.
After baby Prommy has made sure baby Noct isn’t crying anymore, baby Prommy whispers a baby ‘Deh, deh’ (it’s his version of ‘there, there’), and hugs him.
The prince hasn’t known this baby for more than two minutes and this stranger is already hugged to his neck.
Baby Noct has no idea how to react or what’s going on. He’s frozen and not returning the hug.
Baby Prommy stays hugged to him nonetheless.
Until Noctis giggles quietly and hugs back.
That’s when baby Prommy knows it’s fine.
Baby Prommy babbles at Noct, and Noct replies in more babbles.
What is baby language and why do they understand each other.
Baby Prommy is giving his hand to baby Noct to help him stand up.
Baby Noct has barely started to walk (started later than the ‘’average’’ but still nothing too weird) so he does stumble a lot and it takes some effort, but baby Noct lets Prommy pull him up.
There’s the baby prince waddling behind the new kid.
Why
The baby prince has never liked to interact with anyone
The baby prince has refused to even look at other babies or people he’s seen for year and half.
This baby made him cry the first time they met and he’s barely known him for 3 minutes and he’s already giggling and waddling after him
What is this baby and how did he enchant the prince
Baby Noct and baby Prom start playing together.
It’s amazing because baby Noct is too shy and cries at any interaction that isn’t with Regis, so how did he grow trust in this baby so soon?
Honestly, the assistants are making sure to take some photos and videos to show the king later; it’s absolutely new and impressive that the baby prince is laughing and playing with another baby, so this is an event they can’t miss.
Regis is already watching at the video room.
Regis please go back to work.
Baby Prommy is sharing his favorite chocobo toy with baby Noct.
Baby Noct is choosing the chubbiest moogle plush and bringing it to him.
The babies are finding the toys that the other babies aren’t using and bringing them to each other like gifts.
Both babies grab the toy that the other gives to him, plays with it and swings it around, then claps and goes to look for his own gift, and the cycle goes on.
Baby Prommy and baby Noct spend all the morning together.
They’re bringing toys to each other, playing together, waddling places together, babbling and speaking the words they know to each other, gesturing, singing and dancing, etc.
Baby Prommy and baby Noct become best friends in one morning.
They’re bro-ing their way through daycare.
They’re ignoring the other kids, too. Not like pushing them away, they just don’t get close to other kids and no kids get close to them. They’re more than good enough with each other and only that.
Baby Prommy even managed to convince baby Noct to hold his hands and dance in a tiny circle together.
It’s stupidly adorable, they’re so tiny and waddle and askdljlkjfsgs.
Baby Prommy and baby Noct also spent a lot of the morning cuddling.
For no reason. They would just hug from time to time just because they could do it.
Baby Noct is messing with baby Prommy’s hair.
Baby Noct noticed baby Prommy’s hair is the same color than the plush chocobo’s, so he’s using the plushie as model and tries to make Prommy’s hair look like it.
Hence the chocobo butt hairstyle.
Yep. It was baby Noct’s invention.
Both babies are looking into their diapers to see if both have that funny bouncy meat stick in there.
As in they’re looking into each other’s diapers.
Again, so good Cor isn’t here to watch it.
He knows it’s normal and he considers Noctis to be family, but he’s still THE CROWN PRINCE, Prommy can’t just be checking into his diaper like that!!
Baby Prommy is constantly petting and hugging baby Noct even if the gesture isn’t given back.
Baby Prommy doesn’t mind. He just wants to pet and hug.
Wherever both babies are going, they’re holding hands.
Baby Prommy waits for and helps baby Noct when the latter falls down.
Normally, baby Noct would cry whenever he falls down while walking.
Not this time; he’s in playtime with baby Prommy, he doesn’t have time to stop to cry.
If another baby makes a noise too loud or throws something accidentally their way, the babies gasp and hug and stay paralyzed.
And that’s how baby Prommy and baby Noct spend the while together; hand in hand, playing, and going all around the room together.
Until some hours later when they were interrupted.
It’s toddler Iggy.
Just-turned-3-year-old Ignis has arrived.
His uncle is who brings him to daycare that day.
Normally, babies and toddlers are in two separate playing rooms, but they left Iggy there because he’s still rather small and everyone in the Citadel knows he’s the child that prince Noctis likes to be with.
Smol Iggy waved bye bye to his uncle and watched until the door was closed.
After that, little Iggy stared around the place before doing anything.
First thing little Iggy did was hurry towards the baby prince and hug him.
There’s a barely 3 year old Iggy dashing his way through the playroom to the place where baby Noct is sat with baby Prommy playing with some colorful blocks, reaching for the little prince, squating to reach him, and hugging him.
Iggy whispers “Nocto” lovingly while hugging him.
That’s his way of saying Hello.
Toddler Iggy is always ecstatic to find Noctis, so even though he just saw him last night, Iggy is super excited to see him today.
After hugging him, Ignis pets him.
Before he can do or say anything else, baby Noct grabs him by the hand and bounces slightly on his place with a loud but short baby ‘Ah!’
“Iggy! Iggy! Pompom!”
Baby Noct is pointing at baby Prompto.
Baby Noct is introducing his new friend to his old friend.
Baby Prommy has been frozen in his place since Ignis arrived to hug him.
On a side he’s super dazed and shocked that the kid arrived from nowhere. On the other side, he’s shocked that someone else is hugging his new best friend, and he’s very scared because he thinks that this new and bigger kid is going to steal Noct from him :(
Baby Prommy thought Noct would leave with his other friend without even saying bye.
But nope; there’s tiny Iggy down on his ankles next to Noct, staring at baby Prom eye widened and with the mouth slightly open, while Noct is pointing at him saying “Pompom”.
Toddler Iggy and baby Prom are staring at each other petrified and shocked because they’re both thinking the other will steal baby Noct and they’ll be left alone forever.
However, baby Noct bounces on his place happily introducing them.
“Pompom, he is Ig-gy! Iggy, Iggy, he- Pompom!”
Surprisingly it was baby Prommy who dared give a first step.
While he was still scared that the new kid would steal Noct from him, he still stood up and reached for kid Iggy and hugged him.
Toddler Iggy was even more shocked that this unknown baby was hugging him, but he soon gives in and hugs back.
That’s how both Prommy and Iggy are now sure they can trust each other, so the three sit together to play.
Iggy is accidentally teaching them how to talk.
Both babies already know plenty words already, but Iggy is older and knows more words and makes better sentences, so while he’s playing with them, he will sometimes tell them how something is called or how to pronounce something.
Toddler Iggy is arranging the toy blocks by color.
The babies are absolutely a m a z e d.
The babies are bringing all the color blocks to toddler Iggy so he arranges them.
The babies sort of take Iggy as the entertainment, but Iggy really likes it. He feels appreciated and praised.
Mostly because each time he does something, the babies clap and cheer him on.
It started with arranging blocks by color.
It continued with bringing plush dolls to him and have Iggy sit them perfectly. Like the head faces to the front and it’s not falling to the sides,etc.
Baby Prom and baby Noct are clapping.
Then they had Iggy run across the room without falling.
Omg how did he do that CLAP CLAP CLAP.
Iggy and the babies are playing tag; toddler Iggy runs and the babies chase after him.
With slightly longer legs and with more ability to run instead of waddling, Iggy easily runs faster than them, but he’s trying to give them vantage and uses it to entertain them.
That way, Iggy runs at not-his-full-speed but fast enough to entertain the babies; they run or crawl after him made a hysterical mess of giggles and laughs, and Iggy stops after he knows it’s a bit too much for them; when they’re close, he dashes off again, and stops when, once more, he thinks it’s too far from them, and so on and on.
They’re having a blast, really.
Toddler Iggy is also having fun and entertaining himself with sillier things, like, he takes a small toy, puts it on top of one of the babies’ head and asks “where did it go?”, and the three of them burst into giggles; the babies from how funny it is to see the toy on top of the other’s head, and Ignis at their reactions.
I guess the easiest way to describe the interaction is, Ignis finds some way to entertain and make the babies laugh, and that’s how Ignis himself has fun.
Selfless since tiny and toddler :’(
Another game between them is, Ignis takes a ball and makes it roll to the other side of the room, and the babies run after it; first to grab it wins.
There’s…no prize or anything, he just wins.
Ignis has fun just with watching the other two waddle and run across the room after the ball and falling flat on their tummies out of how excitedly they’re running.
The assistants are a bit surprised that they haven’t needed to do anything and that the babies have even ignored the activities they’re setting up for the other kids; these three are having so much fun on their own, there’s almost no need to look after them.
And a few hours later, they were interrupted again…
Kid Gladio comes in.
It was Papa himself who went in to drop him.
Because Clarus was aware that kid Noctis was here, he also took the chance to get a look at how he was doing; he knows the little prince and how scared and introvert he is around other kids (people in general), so he wanted to make sure he was okay.
Clarus is staring eye widened as he watches the little prince laughing and running around with Iggy and Prompto.
“Oh my. The little prince playing with two friends. This is new…”
Clarus was also VERY VERY VERY /V E R Y/ curious to see Prommy there.
Regis told him Cor had finally brought his child to work, so this was Clarus’ definitive chance to see this all; little Prommy out of his house and in the Citadel, and the prince hanging in the same place? HE HAD TO SEE IT.
So now Clarus is staring at all three kids play while carrying with Gladdy.
That is, until Gladdy gets all *flail, flail, flail, flail, struggle, struggle* in his arms because PAPA, PUT ME DOWN, PUT ME DOWN
Clarus had forgotten why he was even there in the first place.
Clarus put Gladdy down and patted his head goodbye before turning around and leaving.
He doesn’t really want to, but oh well, duty calls.
He’ll ask for the videotape later, anyway.
((kasjdksajdkdf, he’s going to fight over it with Regis until they learn that they can both have a copy, these dorks)
And that is how about-to-turn-4-years-old Gladdy comes into the scene!
The first thing he did was the same than toddler Iggy.
Gladdy spotted little Noct and dashed his way towards the little prince, and once there, he hugged him.
“Nocto!”
Little Gladio is wrapping the arms around baby Noct and picking him off the floor and swinging him slightly side to side.
Prompto is… A M A Z E D
Like so STUNNED. IN AWE.
W O A H. LOOK AT THAT BIG KID. IT’S A GROWN KID AND HE’S- WOAH, HE’S CARRYING BABY NOCT!
HOW IS MY NEW FRIEND FRIENDS WITH THIS BIG KID
THIS BIG KID IS SO STRONG OMG
Really, Noct is just tiny and weighs nothing.
Still, that’s something Prommy doesn’t know, he just knows Gladdy is so big and so strong and so WOH :O
After Gladdy greets Noct, he puts him down and dashes off to Iggy to hug him as well.
Prommy isn’t the only “I hug everyone I see” in this room, you know.
Gladdy immediately rushes to hug his friend Iggy and squeeze and make those adorable toddler noises of joy and love, because he’s so happy :3
Noct is like a little brother, but Iggy is his absolute bestest friend in the world; normally, it’s only Iggy and Gladdy in daycare, so it’s Iggy with whom Gladio spends the most time with, and these two are best-best buddies in the WORLD, so of course he’s excited and has to say hi with a hug.
Toddler Iggy is giggling while Gladdy squeezes him.
When Gladdy let go, he turned and found little Prompto there and they made eye contact.
Prompto cried.
He thought Gladio was too big (really he’s small and adorbs, but Prommy is much smaller, so it’s just his perception of it all), and too scary.
First time Gladdy and Prommy met, Gladio accidentally made Prompto cry by existing.
Gladdy cried because Prompto cried.
Noctis cried because Gladio cried.
Ignis cried because Noctis cried.
The four are sat there in a square, crying.
The assistants finally had some job there and tried to pacify them all.
Last to stop crying was Noct, but last to feel confident was Prommy.
Gladdy was put back in the playroom, but he sat there still sniffling a bit and feeling sad because he made another kid cry.
Because Noct and Prommy were still in adult arms, Iggy was the one that went to comfort him.
Iggy, back in the playroom again, went towards best buddy Gladio and hugged him until Gladio fully calmed down again.
Iggy even made sure to go get a cookie from one of the assistants so he could bring it to Gladdy.
Toddler Iggy knows kid Gladdy loves eating.
Kid Iggy spent a good while petting Gladdy while Gladdy ate his cookie.
Afterwards, Gladdy stood up to hug Iggy again as a thank you.
Prommy was staring all the time, so he got a bit more of confidence because if big guy treats Ig-gy good, he must be good so no need to fear.
That’s how Prommy insisted on being put back down in the playroom.
Prommy went over to Gladio, curious, and stopped when Gladio saw him.
Both stared at each other in silence.
Then they hugged.
These two are the “I hug people I meet” kind, so it was just natural both would reach out for it.
That’s how they befriended and peace was brought back.
Noct was back soon enough after that.
Now there’s all four chocobros, chocobroing for the first time together!
They started befriending all together thanks to Gladdy.
He brought his favorite storybook with him that day, so he’s sat there showing his friends and his new friend “Pommy”.
Gladdy can’t read yet, so the four are only looking at the pictures.
Gladdy is sat in the middle and he’s in charge of turning the pages and pointing at curious things he’s seen (because he’s “read” this book so many times and has found little details in the drawings), and the other three are sat around the book staring and going
“OOOOOOOH! :O”
“AAAAAAAH!”
“WOOOOH! :O”
The kiddos are sat there for quite a while just staring and clapping and being amazed and sharing little words together.
Iggy is trying super hard to read, but he can’t :’)
At some point, Prommy and Noct get distracted (after finishing the book) because Noct is trying to scratch his head and Prommy wants to help.
There’s the two babies being idiots and rolling around while one tries to scratch the other and the other has close to no sense of balance even when sat.
In the meanwhile, Gladdy grabs Iggy and sits him with him so they can play patty-cake.
Both kiddos are chanting while they play.
Iggy and Gladdy spend a very long while playing with each other alone, all the variants of patty cake that they know.
The sound of the palms and the chanting gets the babies’ attention back.
They get curious and sit there to watch.
They’re hypnotized.
Absolutely hypnotized just watching the bigger guys play patty cake and chanting (that is SO MANY WORDS OHMYGOD)
Prommy and Noct cheer and clap when the big kids finish one of the patty-cake games.
They play again, and the babies cheer when they finish the new one.
And so on, and on, and on.
At some point, Prommy gets curious and is asking the big guys to teach him.
Noct is pouting that Prommy has Iggy’s attention, so Gladdy sits with him to teach him patty-cake too.
So there’s toddler Iggy teaching baby Prommy patty-cake, and tiny kid Gladio teaching baby Noct.
After that, and because they’re apparently now FOREVER TOGETHER, Noct and Prommy go back to each other and try to play patty-cake together.
They can’t. It’s a mess. And it’s ADORABLE.
It’s their attempts what make Gladdy and Iggy giggle and laugh, and it’s that they laugh what make Prommy and Noct think they’re doing GREAT, so they keep going.
This goes on for a long while.
After that, Gladdy decides to bring his favorite toys so they can all play together.
That’s how Gladdy brings the tambourines and two little plastic boxes.
The kiddos are making THEIR BAND.
So metal. So goth. So WILD.
Gladdy teaches baby Prommy and baby Noct to hit the toys he gave them so they sound.
There’s baby Noct SMACKING that box. There’s little Prommy shaking and hitting that tambourine. THEY’RE HAVING A BLAST.
Prommy loves singing even if it’s just gibberish, so he’s dancing in circles, patting the tambourine with no rhythm, and loudly singing gibberish.
It becomes contagious so Gladdy starts singing too.
They’re not even singing the same thing but they think they are, so they keep going.
Baby Noct wants to be popular so he’s joining the singing too.
He does it horribly and he’s not singing the same thing and he’s too loud, but is someone stopping him? No.
The three had to pause and convince Iggy because toddler Iggy is too shy to sing.
Eventually they convince him and now all four chocobros are hitting or shaking toys that make noise and singing loud gibberish.
Four different tunes. At the same time.
It’s hell.
Regis thinks it’s heaven.
Kid Gladio found out that baby Prommy claps every time he shows him something.
Kid Gladio loves the praise, so he’s bringing everything he finds to baby Prommy.
“Pommy, look!”
Gladio said that like fifty five times that day.
Prommy clapped all those fifty five times.
It’s not even interesting things; at first Gladio was bringing toys, then he started picking random things and yelled “Pommy look!” each time.
At least he was entertained for quite a long while, running around the entire room to find something to bring back to Prommy.
Meanwhile, Iggy was entertained with baby Noct.
Toddler Iggy learned from papa a funny game that he’s playing with Noct; basically, Iggy pokes his own nose and says “big nose”, then pokes Noct’s and says “little nose!”, and so on and on with the hands and the head and etc.
Baby Noct is laughing each damn time.
Why is it so easy to entertain a baby.
And Gladio. Gladio’s absurdly easy to entertain.
The assistants sometimes tried to have them play something, but most of the times the four ignored them to continue playing between themselves.
That’s fine, that way the assistants can focus in the other kiddos.
Except for the one time one assistant put some music on and led the toddler dancing.
As soon as the music blasted, the four kiddos were like ! :O *gasps!* and put attention.
And there you have them, all four of them trying to imitate the assistant dancing.
They waddle and bounce on their little feet and it’s absolutely hilarious.
It’s good that Regis isn’t here, he’d have a heart attack out of the cuteness.
The assistant grew tired because the kiddos insisted it kept going and going, so she left them alone with the music on.
The chocobros kept dancing all together.
Gladio announced he was hungry and grabbed Iggy and dragged him to the little toy stove.
“But I don’t know how to cook :(“
“But they are babies! You no baby, you grown kid, you know how to cook!”
“But you are more grown!”
“But I don’t know how to cook, I am a kid!”
These two were in severe distress because none know how to cook and want the other to take the role and oh my g o d who is going to cook we’ll STARVEAND DIE.
((in case you were wondering when Iggy started picking up liking for cooking, it was not Noct and the pastries. It was Gladdy bringing him to the toy kitchen each damn time at daycare because Gladdy is always hungry))
Iggy and Gladio ended up deciding they could do it as team work.
They’re baking imaginary cookies.
Baby Prommy and baby Noct are eating the imaginary cookies.
The bros also found time alone each one.
Well, just Iggy and Gladdy. The other two apparently don’t know how to be away of each other now.
Toddler Iggy found the bead maze and he’s absolutely enamoured of it.
Toddler Iggy is going to spend like an hour alone just playing with it.
Kid Gladio found a baby doll and he’s spending that hour nursing it and playing papa.
Prommy found a tiny cart his size so he’s dragging it around to collect the toys he finds alone.
Noctis is taking the toys from the cart and puts them back on the floor.
You can tell they were very entertained because no matter how many toys he picked up, Prommy always found more toys on the floor, and no matter how many toys Noct put on the floor he always found more on the cart!!
Kid Gladdy is putting up a show for the other 3.
He does a (very miserable) cartwheel as papa taught him, and the other three clap and cheer.
Mostly the babies, they’re AMAZED, WOW, HOW DID HE DO THAT OH MY GOD
Iggy is still very amazed too and claps cheerfully.
Then Gladdy wants the others to try too.
Iggy does poorly too, but everyone cheers SO LOUDLY FOR HIM, you should see that smile on his face, it’s made of purity and innocence and divine stardust ;A;
Baby Noct tried and hit himself and wanted to cry, but because the others clapped for him too, he was okay and SO PROUD OF HIMSELF.
Baby Prommy tried and only got to do some sort of half roll over himself and ended up lying flat on his back.
Still, the other three cheered for him a lot, so that’s okay, he was very damn proud of himself <3
They gave the bros a box.
THEY ALL WANT TO GET IN THE BOX.
They all get turns in the box, but it’s Noct who stays there the most.
He likes the box.
IT’S NAP TIME.
When the kids were taken to nap, Noct was, of course, first to choose his place to collapse.
Of course, though, baby Noct is like a panda bear; if he’s sleepy he won’t ask you to carry him and he won’t go to a soft place. He’ll just…drop where he’s currently standing.
The assistants made sure to take him to his soft mat, though, tucked him in.
Prommy was all *WRIGGLE WRIGGLE FLAIL FLAIL* in the assistant’s arms and insisted he slept next to Noct, and he didn’t stay still until they let him sleep next to Noct.
As in, they had to put his mat literally next to Noct so they were one big mat instead.
Toddler Iggy is always a mess when it’s nap time because he’s always wanted to sleep next to Noct, so they don’t wait for him to throw a tantrum like Prommy. They already know him.
(Though instead of a tantrum, toddler Iggy cries when you say no because he’s brokenhearted :( )
So Iggy’s mat is already next to Noct’s, and that’s where toddler Iggy curls up.
Kid Iggy always wants to sleep next to both Iggy and Noct, so most times he ends up in between Noct and Iggy, but because both sides are occupied already, kid Gladio curled up next to Iggy (because he thinks Prommy is too small and ‘stinky’ [because he still wears a diaper]) and Iggy is a ‘grown kid’.
Kid Gladio was who took his mat next to Iggy’s.
Like, the rest had to ask the assistants to put the mats together, but kid Gladio just went “YEH, NAP!” and took his own mat and brought it next to the guys’.
And that’s how the baby chocobros nap: Prompto next to Noct, who is next to Iggy, who is next to Gladio.
Which is the same arrangement in which they will continue sleeping through childhood.
And teen years.
And during the roadtrip in their 20’s. :’)
The assistants already know Regis is a fanboy mess for toddlers, especially his son, so they made sure to get a photo for him.
((Regis would have taken 50 photos even if they all looked the same))
There wasn’t much to do after nap hour because it was soon time to be picked up by papas.
They did get to play for a while more, though.
They started a CONGA LINE.
They’re not dancing or anything, one bro just started following the other, so the other 2 followed behind.
Gladio really did not mean to start the conga line, he was just searching for his lucky coin.
He doesn’t have a lucky coin.
So there’s Gladio walking around and stopping at random spots to search for an item he never lost because he never had it, while Iggy, Prom, and Noct follow behind and mimick him.
They did get to have a little fun with the cart, too.
Gladdy, because he’s a big kid, could pull the cart with both Noct and Prommy sat there.
They had a blast, the babies were a laughing mess.
Iggy was happy with just following and taking turns with Gladdy when Gladdy got tired.
After a few couple games more, the work shift was finally over in the Citadel.
Not a minute after it was over, Paranoid Papa Cor was already bursting in through the door.
WHERE IS HIS BABY IS HE OKAY IS HE ALRIGHT PLS TELL ME HE’S FINE WHERE IS HE OMG I SHOULD HAVE NEVER ABANDONED HIM LIKE THIS I AM A HORRIBLE PARENT AND- oh my god there you are, little one~~~! ( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡
He didn’t break in screaming, of course, haha, but he was made a bit of a nerve wreck when he came in.
“Where is Prom- I’m- I look- I’m- yes, yes, I’m fine, I uh- I’m- I’m a dad. And- I look for my son. His nam-? Ah yes of course” (Cor forgot his is not the only child there lmao)
“Is he alright? He didn’t have any troubles? He didn’t throw up or cried or anything? No, he’s not sick, I just…I’m scared he might be sometime, you know, he’s sorta fragile and I’m new at this and it’s first time I leave him at daycare.. ;___;”
Prommy was made a hysterical happy mess when he saw Cor.
He was absolutely radiant of joy and yelped out “Papa!” and ran towards him.
Cor is trying to not cry because he’s SO HAPPY.
Please, excuse his over sentimentalism, he’s new at this :’)
“Hey, baby boy! I missed you! :’D”
Prommy, of course, immediately made grabby hands at him so Cor picked him up, said hi, gave him a kiss, and asked him how he was, etc.
The mess was when Cor said “let’s go home”.
Prommy became a wriggly, flailing mess in his arms.
It’s first time Prommy yells “No!” when Cor says let’s go home.
Cor is puzzled and a bit shocked, and he wants to see what’s wrong.
Prommy looks like he wants to cry so Cor asks him what’s wrong and etc until Prommy says something.
“Friends.”
“? Hm? Prommy? (。。 )”
“My friends, papa.”
Cor is looking back at the playroom and staring at him are the three other bros.
They’re looking at Cor frozen and like it’s the first time they ever see him, maybe even a bit like pleading.
“Oh. Uhm. But…we can’t stay here all night, baby boy.”
“…my friends, papa… (ಥ﹏ಥ)”
Cor had to explain to Prompto that he was going to see them again tomorrow, too.
“*soft baby gasp*”
“Noc-to? (｡•́︿•̀｡)”
“Yes, baby. Noctis will be here.”
“Ig-gy? (｡•́ . •̀｡)”
“Yes, baby boy. Iggy will be here, too.”
“Ga-di? (｡•́ - •̀｡)”
“Yes, Prommy. Gladio too. :)”
“*soft and happy baby gasp* (｡•́ ▽ •̀｡)”
Prommy just asked to be put down for a bit so he could say bye to his friends.
First, he went to hug baby Noct.
Then he hugged toddler Iggy, and little kid Gladio.
Then he hugged Noct again and pet him again, like he did when they first said hi.
“I be here tomorrow!”
“Okeh. Then me too.”
“Yay! Thank- chu.”
“Ba bye, Pompom.”
“Ba bye, Not!”
“Ba bye, Pom!”
“Ba bye, Iggy!”
“Ba bye, Pommy!”
“Ba bye, Gadi! :D”
And that’s how Prommy accepted being separated from his friends for that day BUT ONLY THAT DAY, YOU PROMISED, PAPA.
Cor is so touched and moved because he realized he did the right thing by bringing him to the Citadel’s daycare. Prommy had never made friends before and it’s honestly the BEST feeling in the entire universe, to see his son playing with the gang and to see him not want to leave them and to see him saying bye to them KLASJDSDKG KALSDJSDF, Cor just became a toddler fanboy like Regis, too :’)
The chocobros waved bye at him even after the door was already closed.
Noctis cried three minutes after Prommy left.
Only Regis got to calm him down when he arrived for him.
Gladdy was picked up by mommy.
Iggy was last, picked up by his uncle (parents are busy!).
Gladdy made sure to steal the chocobo plush toy from daycare that day.
It was Prommy’s favorite, so Gladio is trying to make sure to keep it “reserved” for tomorrow.
:’)
These boys are so pure.
And that was how they met. ♡
Aaah~.... this was an absolute joy to write.( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡
Ko-fi for coon, please? ヽ(・ω・)ﾉ
Thank you for this request, buddy. I had a blast with it!! From the moment I read it, I wanted so bad to answer to it and I finally got around to it.
Thank you as well for your immense patience! You even changed icons in the wait, that’s how long I took, hahaha ;w; But really, thank you for the patience and support. It means a lot to me!
I hope you enjoyed, and that it was close to what you expected ( ´ ▽ ` )
Special Guest: Six Ulric. Created by @insomniasix.
Part I | Part III
As the morning sun peered through the curtains, and one pesky ray continues to disturb the sleep of the disheveled and completely exhausted Prompto.
“Ugggh…”, he lightly groaned as he turned his head to the other side of his bed noticing it was bare, but recognized a print and the covers were pushed closer to him. As his vision finally corrected and he completely regained his consciousness, he noticed multiple articles of clothing all over the floor. Some of it was his…some wasn’t.
Oh.
He lightly chuckled and shut his eyes remembering the events of the night before.
Prompto fumbled with his keychain to find his apartment key as he and Muerlin shared a passionate kiss, her back plastered against his door, his chest planted firmly against hers. When he finally found the right key, opening the door, he lead her inside with his hand on her back never breaking the kiss. She wrapped her arm around his neck, clutching onto the back of his head, deepening the kiss as they began removing each other’s clothes. They broke the kiss for a moment, the woman pulled Prompto’s shirt over his head tossing it somewhere on the floor to be found at another time. She bit her lip as she gazed at her lover’s lean muscular torso. She lifted her gaze to his flushed freckled face noticing his admiration toward her prominent features, her shirt already gone, before meeting her gaze.
“Hi”, she seductively said licking the inside of her cheek.
“Hi”, he replied with a grin before wrapping his arms around her waste, pulling her against him to kiss her again. As they continued their journey to his bedroom, he slide his hand under the fibers of her shorts to squeeze her ass as she began to stroke the warm nodule erupting from his jeans.
The man hissed at her touch, squeezing her cheeks harder, as they entered the bedroom. He removed his hands from her shorts lifting her delicate body off the ground before dropping her on his unmade bed on her back. She chuckled lightly as she gazed at the half naked man standing on his knees in between her legs.
“You ready to lose?”, the blonde confidently asked the woman with a grin as he hastily removed his belt.
“You ready for a late dinner?”, the silver haired woman replied as she leaned forward toward his freckled torso placing gently kisses against his skin. He bit his lip as he lightly caressed her upper back with his fingers, abruptly unhooking her bra removing it in one swift motion as he shoved her back against the bed emitting a soft giggle from her throat.
He clutched onto her wrists holding them above her head, tying them to one of the posts on the headboard with his belt before he quickly hoped off the bed.
“HA-HAAH!”
The woman gasped at his actions and lightly tugged at her restraint. “Oh, you bloody bastard, you”, she chuckled under her breath.
“What? You thought I’d make it easy for you?”, he cockily teased the young woman as he removed her shorts and panties, her naked bronze body glistening in the dim light of his boudoir.
“I suppose I’d be more disappointed if you did”. She watched as he slowly unzipped his pants letting them fall to the floor with his boxers, before he crawled back onto the bed between her legs planting gently kisses and nips up her body emitting soft moans from the woman’s lips.
As he finally reached her chest, he engulfs one of her breasts into his mouth flicking her nipple with his tongue. Her back arched slightly as he pulled on her nipple with his teeth. She keened at the man’s teasing as he lifted her legs to adjust his positioning, his hard cock pressed against her clit.
Her lagoon cyan eyes twinkled so sweetly with lust and desire enticing the young man to move, grinding his member against her sensitive bud. Her sensual whines ringing through his ears.
The freckled blonde chuckled and Muerlin’s actions, gently caressing her bronze cheek. “Gettin’ so worked up, already…damn. Looks like dinner won’t be as late as you thought”, he taunted his lover.
“Maybe not”, the woman admitted before yanking her hands from her restraint shoving Prompto onto his back, straddling him, emitting a startled cry from his throat, “but that doesn’t mean that I’m cooking”.
“What the fuck?”, he exclaimed in a breathy tone before he looked toward the headboard, his belt undone and dangling over the edge of the wood. His eyes widened in shock. “How did you-!!”
“I’m a craftsman”, she grinned, “I’m crafty”.
“We’ll see about tha-awwww”, the young man trembled as the silver haired woman reached down to stroke his solid cock, brutally gnawed at his neck, emitting light groans from his throat.
“Have fun hiding that tomorrow”, she mischievously chuckled, before she began to slide his solid member inside her. The freckled boy groaned at the sudden squeeze against him before quickly leaning forward to take hold of the woman only to have his wrists clutched and pinned against the bed.
“Nah-ah-ah”, she softly whispered against his neck as she began to rock her hips against his pelvis tensing herself up tightening her walls around him. Prompto keened at her slow pace wanting nothing more than to grab her and plow her into oblivion, but there was a lot of strength in that delicate bronze body of hers.
His mind raced as her pace quickened, a knot forming in his stomach. He gazed at her body as she rode him, her breasts bounced to the rhythm of her movements. The way her silver locks draped over her teal eyes that never left his gaze. The hunger in his eyes was exhilarating. She tightened her grip against his wrists pushing more of her weight upon him as his muscular arms began to tremble. The torture was unbearable.
“Gods, you’re evil…”, the freckled man exhaled, clinching his fists trying his hardest to keep himself afloat from the agonizing waves of pleasure coursing through his veins.
A wicked chuckle escaped her throat as she leaned forward toward his neck, her soft lips ghosting over his jugular. He panted heavily in anticipation, his slight fear of her fang like teeth nearly sending him over the each with desire. Her hot breath against his sensitive flesh sent shivers up his spine as she lightly purred before gliding the tip her tongue against his soft freckled skin tickling the nerves underneath, emitting a grunt from the man’s lungs.
“That’s it…”, the blonde growled, abruptly shaking Muerlin’s grip and clutching onto her arms, emitting a small startled cry from the woman, holding them firm behind her back.
Muerlin panted heavily at the voracity that engulfed the man’s now blackened eyes. “Hi”, she nervously chuckled. A cocky grin stretched across his face. “Hi”, he hissed before abruptly thrusting upward against her, the sound of their colliding flesh echoing through the room, emitting a sudden howl from the woman.
“Mm…”, the man bit his lip at her symphonic voice, “you were really asking for it, weren’t you?” He thrusts against her once more, summoning another moan. “You’re so fucking naughty”, he thrusts again, “little girl”. She sensually glared at him, daring him to take her, despite the fact they both knew she wouldn’t last long with what he had in store for her. Her determination actually fueling his need.
He slammed his pelvis against her once more slowly quickening his pace, her breasts bouncing against his freckled chest, her cries like a delicate viola, setting so sweetly in his ears as his rock hard cock grazed against her g-spot.
His grip tightened against her as he pounded away at Muerlin’s small body at an incredible pace, her breath hinged as she tried her best to ignore the flame building in her stomach.
Her cyan gaze darkened behind her disheveled silver locks, narrowed into a fiendish glare.
“That all you got, big man”.
Her voice, like a sensual hiss of a serpent, was enough to make the microscopic blonde hairs on the Prompto’s neck stand at attention. He paused for a moment, staring at her in utter disbelief. He was fully prepared to have her in a panting, sweaty, dripping mess, no way of escaping her fate, she was completely at his mercy, and yet here she was….challenging him.
She was always so sweet and delicate….he dominated her in the back room earlier. Tore this tender babe to shreds…and here she is…glaring at him with such bloodlust like she’s ready to deplete him of his crimson with a single bite. Challenging his will to do it again.
Was this the real Muerlinian Zephyr?….The side no one else could see, but him? Underneath that charismatic, bright and gentle exterior lied seduction, danger and volatility….and he loved it.
“Make me yours”, she demanded. His brow forwarded toward her, his cobalt iris’ black as pitch.
“As you wish”, he growled before he abruptly flipped the girl onto her back once again, pulling himself out of her and towering above her on his knees. She laid underneath him, panting in anticipation and need.
“Turn around”, the man ordered. “All fours”.
She immediately perched up on her hands and knees then raised her head up toward the mirror in front of them. She averted her gaze to the reflection of the man behind her, his ravenous eyes intensely fixated on her.
He gently caressed her ass before placing a sudden solid smack against both cheeks with his palms, emitting a startled cry from the woman, before giving it a rough squeeze. He smacked her ass once more, another cry escaping from her lips, slightly reddening her tender bronze flesh.
Lining himself up with her entrance, Muerlin clutched onto the sheets in apprehension. Prompto remained still much to the woman’s dismay. Obviously, to torture her. Payback was, indeed, a bitch. She backed her rear against him, growing impatient with the young man.
He lightly smirked at the tattooed woman in front of him.
“What? This what you want?”, the man asked in a nefarious tone as he patted her folds with his solid member, a soft hiss escaped the woman’s throat. “It’s yours. If you ask nicely…”.
“…please”, she exhaled softly.
“What was that?”, he lightly circled her entrance with his smooth tip.
“Please, yes!”, she stared at him with begging eyes, beckoning his embrace.
“Good girl…”, he grinned before he suddenly slammed his thick cock inside her, emitting a resonant howl from her lungs. Her body jerking forward at his forceful entry. Her aesthetic voice echoing through his mind, intensifying his desires. He clutched into her hips as he pummeled her small body into a realm of pure ecstasy.
Her silver locks draped over her flushed face, illuminating the luminous pools behind them that remained locked onto Prompto’s royal gaze. Her animalistic prowess glowed in her lagoon iris, driving the man mad.
Prompto had his fair share of lovers, some better than others, but Muerlin…she gave him this thrill. Being in her presence was like an adventure on it’s own, let alone the overstimulating warmth of her ridged walls around his cock.
Muerlin had fewer lovers given her royal background. It was already difficult for her to make friends back home, not to mention the general uppityness of Tenebraens. There was a standard she had to uphold. Moving to Lucis made it much easier for her to interact with others and express who she was, but only to a degree. Despite her cheerfulness, no one really knew much about her. She never dared to show anyone.
Until now.
She wasn’t just the hot tattooed punk girl from Tenebrae to Prompto, she was so much more and above all, he wanted to prove it.
He leaned himself forward, the cool sweat that coated his abdomen sent a slight chill throughout the woman’s body. He allowed his weight to slowly push her down from her hands and knees to her stomach lowering himself as well to lay on top of her, her cheek resting against the bed.
The man slide his hand underneath her, firmly placing it upon her pelvis, pulling her closer against him emitting a soft gasp from her lips as he was pushed further inside her. The blonde exhaled heavily at this, his hot breath brushing against her neck, savoring the scent of lilies as well as the pressure against his member.
With his free hand, he brushed the silver strands of hair that covered his lover’s face to the side, light sweat illuminated her bronze cheek, before reaching over the edge of the bed to find her delicate paw, intertwining his fingers with his while clutching onto the bed for support before he once again began thrusting against her.
The sound of his thighs slapping against her round ass carried out the bedroom door and resonated through the empty halls of Prompto’s apartment. Her mellifluous cries fueled the man’s urges as he increased his speed. He absolutely couldn’t get enough of her voice. He panted heavily against her neck as soft moans escaped his lips. His low tone sent Muerlin’s already overactive nerves into overdrive. She could feel a knot forming in her gut.
“P-Prom”, she whined in a breathy moan, her light tone returned.
“Muerlin”, he tightened his grip against the edge of the bed. “You feel so good”, he whispered against her tender flesh as he quickened his pace, thrusting harder.
The bed began to rock to the rhythm of his hips. The woman’s cries grew louder.
“Oh my-! Prompto, yes! Fuck, baby, you’re gonna-ugh!”, she screamed under her pants. Her head was spinning, she squeezed his hand. Their moans were like sweet hymns that echoed through the apartment. The two were in heaven. This was no longer about who cooked dinner. This was pure affection…devotion…love.
His movements began to sloppy as he was nearing the edge. “I’m g-gonna cum”, he stuttered against her neck.
“Me too”, she exclaimed nearly out of breath.
“Cum for me, baby…”. Releasing her pelvis, he reached over to the other side of the bed clutching onto it before ramming himself into her at an impossible speed, sending the woman further into the depths of her pleasure.
“Make me cum all over that cock”, she pleaded, her words set his blood ablaze and he flew over the edge painting her insides with his essence with a heavy groan. Muerlin immediately following suite at the sound of his release, screaming his name.
He slowed his pace bringing her down from her high before pulling himself out and letting his body completely collapse on his exhausted lover. They took a few moments to catch their breath.
“I win”, the woman sighed followed by a light giggle.
The man’s eyes widened slightly. “Oh, um…I should probably tell you. I can’t cook”.
“Oh, bloody fuckin’ hell!”
A hearty laugh erupted from the man’s chest. “I’m sorry”, he continued to laugh.
“No, you are not!”, she protested. “Get off me, you doofus”. She wiggled lightly, only wanting him to move because of her offense.
“Nooooo”, he whined as he continued to clutch onto the bed, still laughing.
“I’ll give you something to laugh about”, she chuckled as she reached to his side to tickle him, emitting a yelp from the man’s throat as he jumped to his side. Muerlin quickly leaping from her stomach in an attempt to run only for the plebe to latch onto her waist from behind, a playful squeal exiting her lungs as he dragged her back down onto the bed with him.
“Oh, no ya don’t”, he chuckled as she squirmed in his arms. “You’re not getting away that easily”.
Her light giggles brought the brightest smile to his face as he playfully tussled with his love. As she began to calm down, Prompto pulled her toward his body, holding her against his torso. Her breasts plastered against his chest. He gazed so lovingly into her teal pools, as she returned her gaze to his big royal blues.
“What time is it?”, Muerlin asked as she began to turn over to find her phone.
“Late”. Prompto pulled her back to her original position, his lips ghosting over hers. He didn’t want her to get up. He wanted her here. With him.
Muerlin sweetly smiles at the young man, lightly caressing his chest. “Too late for dinner?”
“Yeah”, he replied with pleading eyes.
“Well”, she whispered looking toward the ceiling, “who’s gonna turn off the light?”
The man abruptly hoped off the bed to the light switch, turning off the dim light to be replaced by the moonlight shining through his window onto the silver haired woman who was fixing up the covers on his bed.
He quickly returned to his spot next to her, covering himself before planting soft kisses onto her shoulder and pulling her back down to lay next to him. The moon lite up her face, her eyes twinkled like fireflies dancing over the lagoon pools. His thick arms wrapped around her body made her feel safe and protected while those beautiful cobalt spheres filled her with warmth.
“Don’t let go…please…”, she whispered against his lips.
“Never”, he softly replied before he placed a gently kiss against her lightly glossed lips. “I promise”.
Muerlin rested her head against his chest, the subtle beating slowly putting her to sleep. When she finally drifted off, he planted a light kiss on the top of her head before shutting his eyes.
Suddenly, the sound of a light bass riff enters the room, alerting the freckled blonde. His eyes shot open raising his eyebrow toward the door. It must’ve been coming from the living room. Not even a moment later, a familiar scent hit his nostrils.
Bacon?
He finally leaned forward to stretch, emitting a few pops from his stiffened limbs, before crawling out of his bed. He scooped up his previously discarded boxers from the floor, sliding them on, before exiting the bedroom, quickly making his way down the hall to witness a half naked Muerlin lightly swaying in front of the stove, spatula in hand.
“Come as you are. As you were. As I waaaant you to be”, she wholeheartedly sang in a sensually rusted tone.
Prompto slowly approached her as not to interrupt her performance. A delighted smile on his lips.
“As a friend, as a friend, as an ooooold enemy”, she continued as he began lightly bobbing his head to the beat of the song.
“Take your time, hurry up”,the man finally joining in. Muerlin turns to see him approach her, lightly dancing. “The choice is yooooours, don’t be late”.
She grinned at her lover as she stepped closer, still swaying. “Take a rest”.
“As a friend”.
“As an ooold memoriiiiiia”, they sang together as their bodies touched in the their light dance. “Memoriiiiiiiia”.
“Come dowsed in mud”, he sang as he took the spatula from her hand, tossing it on the table.
“Soaked in bleach”, she wrapped her arm around his head, running her fingers through his hair.
“As I waaaaant you to be”.
“As a trend”.
“As a friend”.
“As an ooold memoriiiiiia. Memoriiiiiia”.
Muerlin turned around placing her back against his torso lightly dancing against him, his calluses hands roaming her body as they sang.
“And I sweeear that I dooon’t have a gun. No, I doooon’t have a gun. No, I doooon’t have a gun”.
Prompto took her hand and twirled her around him as she continued to dance. Cheerful smiles plastered upon their faces and they frolicked to the song. She giggled at his goofy moves and she impressed him with a random split before popping back up in a spin and moon-walking past him. He grabbed her by her waist pulling her against him as they still swayed in unison.
“And I swear that I doooon’t have a gun. No, I doooon’t have a gun. No, I dooooon’t have a gun”.
Prompto ended the dance by sensually dipping his lover before she pulled herself back up, her hair flicked into her face, clutching onto the man’s shoulder. A soft giggle escaped her lips.
“I didn’t know you liked that song”. She gently played with her lover’s hair.
“I didn’t know you could do the splits”, he replied waggling his eyebrows. “Got any other surprises for me?”
*ding*
“As a matter of fact…”. She quickly shuffled to the oven, grabbing the freshly opened chocobo mitts. “I’ve got about a dozen”, she confirmed presented a tray of giant steaming handmade cinnamon rolls to the man.
His jaw just about hit the floor. “No frickin’ way!!” He was beside himself with shock.
“You made these?!”, he pointed to the fluffy pastries.
“In MY kitchen?!”, he pointed to himself.
“Yep”, she proudly smiled. “For someone who doesn’t cook, your cabinets and pantry are pretty full. One might think you’re stockin’ up for the apocalypse”.
Prompto chuckled at her remark. “Well, when the guys come over, Iggy usually leaves the stuff he brings behind so I just save ‘em”.
“Remind me to thank him”. She set the tray on the empty side of the stove before retrieving the spatula from the table and returning to her bacon, flipping them over. The freckled man peeked over her shoulder from behind watching her work her culinary magic. Marveling at the multiple delicacies she prepared for them.
“….Are those pancakes?”
“Mhm. Chocolate chip”.
He gasped, dramatically clutching onto his chest. “You really do care!”
The woman giggled. “Well, you have to eat something and I’m sure it’s been a while since you had a hearty home cooked meal”.
“Woman, are you TRYING to make me fat?”
“No, I’m trying to keep you alive”, she smirked at him. “Besides, if anyone’s got to worry about ANYTHING getting fat, it’s me”.
Prompto raised his eyebrow as he lowered his gaze to her ass, barely covered by thin black lace. “You sure that’s not a good thing?”
“It won’t be if I suffocate you with it”.
A light chuckle escaped the man’s throat before wrapped his arms around his love, gently holding her from behind as she made their plates. “Reckon it would be”.
The woman rolled her eyes as she lifted a loaded plate to the man’s face. “Down, boy”. She giggled at the strange sensual sound he made to the smell of his breakfast before grabbing his plate and racing to the table. Muerlin soon following and sitting on the opposite side from him.
After breakfast…
The now fully awake Prompto grabbed the dishes to put them in the sink, a light hum on his lips. “Damn, babe”, he sighed, “that was delicious. You could really give Iggy a run for his money”.
The smile on his face shifted to confusion at the sudden disappearance of his lover. “Muerlin?”
“Hmm?”, a soft murmur floated through the air. He surveyed the room to locate its source before a pair of delicate bronze wrists slide off the arm of his couch in a stretch.
He approached the sofa hoping over it to view the woman, sprawled out on the cushions. He glanced toward his microwave clock. 7:15.
Poor thing. She was obviously exhausted. She already wasn’t much of a morning person and they didn’t really spend much time actually sleeping last night, but despite all that she chose to get up and cook the freckled plebe breakfast. He was grateful, of course, but he couldn’t help, but feel a little guilty. He straddled the woman, gazing at her with a light smile. Her eyes still closed, yet she could feel his puppy eyes piercing into the side of her face.
“I don’t need to remind you that a picture lasts longer, right?”
“Oooh, so I’m allowed to take some sultry shots of you in your underwear?”
She chuckled lightly as he leaned forward planting a gentle kiss upon her cheek. Muerlin sighed.
“Looks like I’m walk-of-shaming it home”.
Prompto raised a confused eyebrow. “Why?”
“I need to change. I open with you, remember?”
Actually he had completely forgotten. She was scheduled at 9. Less than two hours from now. If he would’ve known, he certainly would not have allowed her to get out of bed as early as she did especially since they didn’t exactly go to bed at a decent hour.
He stood up, gently lifting the worn out woman into his arms, emitting a startled squeak from her throat.
“What’re you doing now?”, she sighed, her body going limp.
“C’mon, you’re absolutely beat”, he softly replied carrying her to his room, “and the last thing I need is Six having a heart attack over her favorite employee falling out on the floor”.
“Promptooooo, I don’t have time for sleep. I need to shower and change”, she protested as he laid her back down onto his bed.
“You’re shift isn’t until 1″.
“Since when?”, Muerlin asked, her eyebrow raised in perplexity.
“Since right now”, he confirmed crashing his lips against hers to silence any further protest.
“But…”, she sighed in between kisses, “what am I gonna wear?”
“You can go through my clothes”.
She pulled away, her eyes slightly widened. “Are you sure?”
“Why not?”
“Do you really think I could pull off your clothes and it not look suspicious?”
“You’re a craftsman”, he grinned. “You’re crafty”.
She rolled her eyes before lightly kissing him again before he broke the kiss, heading to the shower. “Sleep”.
“Alright”, she giggled.
“I mean it”.
“Alriiiiiight!”
He playfully glared at her through cracked door.
“What?”
“You’re not sleepiiiiing”.
She quickly shut her lagoon blues, satisfying the young plebe. He smiled at her bronze face as she slowly drifted off, taking a few minutes to gaze before lightly shutting the door.
Once Prompto finished in the bathroom, Muerlin was already deep in slumber. Damn. He didn’t think she was that tired…but on the other hand, he did kind of pummel her to a pulp last night and he couldn’t help, but feel a little triumphant for it.
Astrals above, she was beautiful.
He never thought anyone could be this beautiful while sleeping, let alone like this. Her hair was everywhere, her arm dangled off the edge of the bed and…was she….purring?? Simply one of the most precious sights Prompto had ever seen and it was in his apartment. In his bed. His eyes never left the sleeping woman as he dressed himself for work.
8am rolled around just as he finished getting ready. He approached the silver haired woman gently caressing her soft cheek. “Sweet dreams”, he whispered to his lover before proceeding to leave for work, a pleasant sigh escaping his lips.
8:15.
*door chime*
“Mornin’, sweetie!”
Prompto lifted his gaze to see Six behind the counter, lightly waving at him. What the-?
“You’re early, you know that, right?”, she asked the freckled boy as he approached the counter.
“Me? You weren’t supposed to be here until 9″.
He hoped over the counter, kneeling down to grab his apron from underneath it.
“Yeah, well…I wasn’t doing anything and Gladdy had to be out for an early training session with Noctis”.
“Psh. Good luck with that. Noct won’t be up for another 2 hours”.
“Prom, this is Gladiolus Amicitia we’re talking about. Noct is DEFINITELY awake now”.
Prompto chuckled as he tied on his apron, clocking in for his shift. He plucked a cup from the tower next to the register to brew his morning tea.
“So, what happened to baby girl?”, the woman asked leaned against the counter.
Prompto immediately started to sweat. He usually wasn’t easily intimidated by women, but Six Ulric would easily castrate him without a second thought. She actually terrified him more than Gladio. However, like her behemoth boyfriend, she was one of the nicest people you’d ever meet. She adored Prompto as well as Muerlin and only wanted the best for them, still he was pretty sure she wouldn’t take too kindly knowing he drove her “baby girl” to unconsciousness with his respected tool.
“Cramps”, he blurted out nervously.
WhhhhhhhhAT?!
“Really? They must be hellish. She never misses work for that”.
“Yeah, she could barely keep her eyes open”, the man continued as he retrieved the hot water for his beverage.
“You went to see her?”, Six tilted her head to the side.
Shit. The man choked up a little bit. “No, no..uh, that’s what she told me…when she called”. He chuckled nervously as he continued to make his tea, hoping to the Gods that Six wasn’t catching onto his lie.
“Well, I’ll be sure to make her a nice pumpkin scone when she gets here”.
Phew. Prompto felt a chill wash over his body with relief. He was already in deep enough as it is and the last thing he needed was to feel the wrath of “Momma Six”.
Still, he wasn’t sure how long this charade would last.
2 y.o. Iggy imitating the adults’ formal dances with his moogle plush toy as companion.
3 y.o. Iggy was denied having a pet.
3 y.o. Iggy adopting a rock instead.
3 y.o. Iggy always keeping his rock’s water near it in case it gets thirsty.
3 y.o. Iggy sad cause Lord Petram Lapis Ishi Iwa the First is lonely and sad.
3 y.o. Iggy adopting a stick so it’s companion to his rock.
4 y.o. Iggy falling and scrapping his knees.
4 y.o. Iggy’s crying, attend him. ;_____;
4 y.o. Iggy attended by Lord Clarus because mama and papa Scientia are too busy.
4 y.o. Iggy forcing himself not to cry while he’s being healed and trying to fake he’s fine because “papa says I shouldn’t cry cause that’s going to make me dumb.”
4 y.o. Iggy crying when Lord Clarus plants a hand on his head and looks at him with furrowed eyebrows because “and not crying will make you a coward. You don’t value intelligence over honor, do you?”
The person that the Citadel’s doctor sees most is child Iggy…
…because smol kid Iggy insists on bringing him injured animals.
“DOCTOR IGAKU, this dog has a cut on her paw :’(”
“Doctor Igaku, I found this kitten, I think she’s sick. Could you please help us?”
“Doctor Igaku, I think this butterfly is sad. It’s not flying :’(”
“Doctor Igaku, I found this baby bird that fell off its nest, I NEED YOUR HELP.”
Smol kid Ignis appears at the door hugged to a big frog.
“Ignis, son, I’m very grateful for your attention but I’m not a vet, I’ve told you…”
“Yes, but there is no royal veterinarian. Look at him, he’s hurt. Please, do something, Mister Igaku. He can’t hop, and a frog that can’t jump is a sad frog.”
5 y.o. Iggy writing a full paper with the most formal and the smartest words he knows and sending it to the king.
It’s a petition to hire a “Royal Veterinary” because “The frogs and worms and dogs and kittens and birds sleep and eat and play here, so they live here, and that makes them Insomnian citizens too and they too have rights of health.”
Back to 3 y.o. Iggy.
Cor walks on in Regis carrying 3 y.o. Iggy in the middle of a hallway nearby the garrison zone of the Citadel. Iggy has a bath robe and the hair wet and he’s looking a bit sad.
“Ah, Cor" the king turns to Ignis “Perhaps we could ask him for help? He’s a very brave man and could deal with the situation for us.”
3 y.o. Iggy is very embarrassed and insists he doesn’t want to bother anyone, but Cor still asks what the matter is and if everything is in order.
“Cor, I’ll ask you to guide this child back to the guest’s bathroom his family uses when they need to stay overnight and help him. Bring your sword.”
“Y-Your Majesty, is everything in order? Is there any danger?”
“Tell him, Ignis.”
It takes 3 y.o. smol child Ignis a whole minutes because he still doesn’t want to bother THE Immortal Cor.
“…there’s piranhas in the tub.”
Regis is smiling when Ignis is not seeing him.
Cor does accompany Iggy back to the bathroom.
He locks the door behind himself and DOES pretend to be hitting something.
“I got rid of them all. You can bath in peace, kid.”
3 y.o. Ignis is SO EXCITED but won’t say or show it, because damn, Cor the Immortal just got rid of the evil invisible piranhas of the tub FOR HIM.
Smol kid Iggy playing nurse everywhere.
He’s been taught to grow into some sort of second-hand and helper of any situation, so he’s taking it seriously and plays nurse and mom everywhere he goes.
“*gasp* Oh, no. Lord Clarus, you look a bit blushed. Do you have a fever? Let me- could you come down for a moment? I can’t reach your forehead- thank you. Hmm…hmm…you feel fine, mister Amicitia, please take care, you’re very important to the king and the kingdom.”
“*gasps* Oh no, Gladiolus, are you okay? Be careful, you could have hit your head. The floor is a bit slippery, we should check you didn’t hurt your knees, let me see. Hmm…hmm…they look okay, are you okay?”
“*gasps* Oh no, your Majesty, you have a cut on your finger, oh no, we should- we should call for the doctor, and don’t worry, look, we hold your finger like this so it doesn’t bleed and- I know it’s not bleeding anymore, but we should take precou- preque- precautions, your Majesty, you’re so important, we should- my father has a pair of gloves, I could ask him for them and then I can give them to you and then the paper won’t cut you again and you’ll be okay.”
“*gasps* oh no, the baby’s crying, I should- the prince shouldn’t be crying, can I- what if he’s hurt, can I carry him? I’m four, I’m a big boy, I can carry him, the queen used to do like *motions* when she carried him and the king is busy, so it’s up to me now, right? Can I- let me carry him, he’s so small, he shouldn’t be crying :’(”
“*gasps* Oh no, mister the Immortal, you have a bruise on your face, are you okay? Come on, let’s go to the kitchen, they should have ice, and it’s closer than the doctor’s office and the doctor is busy, and I want to help, that bruise will get bad if we don’t do something.”
“Ignis, kiddo, I’m fin-”
“You sit down here and I- *climbs up another chair* and I apply the ice and it’ll be okay.”
By the way:
Smol kid Ignis thinks Cor’s last name is “the Immortal”.
Hence “Good morning, Mr. the Immortal”, “Good afternoon, Mr. The Immortal”, “do you have a Mrs. the Immortal, sir?”
A younger smol kid Ignis also used to think “your Majesty” was Regis’ name.
This means Ignis thinks Regis’ full name is “Your Majesty King Regis Lucis Caelum the one hundred thirteen.”
Smol kid Ignis practiced saying the name daily for three months to get it right and from heart.
Smol kid Ignis avoiding all puddles he sees.
Mama told him to always stay perfectly clean in every inch of his body because he’s being educated by royalty, so the least he can do is look presentable and the best.
Smol kid Ignis getting super angry when smol kid Gladio stomps in the puddles for fun.
Smol kid Ignis learning he’s growing up to be also a tutor to the prince.
So smol kid Ignis is super nervous about it and tries to rehearse on his own.
Smol kid Ignis basically breaking down in front of the king when he went tell him that he’s “not worth teaching your son, I’m just 8 and I’m not smart enough.”
King Regis making space in his schedule, even though the rest of the week will be extra super tight on him, so that he spends an evening in a room all alone with Ignis; he asked smol kid Ignis to “teach me what you learned in algebra the other day. I don’t understand it, and I’m king, so I should learn, right? Can you teach me, son?”
Regis SO knows algebra, but he will never be more grateful he asked for this, because
Smol kid Ignis extra super damn excited because he’s teaching the king himself, “I’m super smart! The KING himself came to ask me something, I’m so smart! :)”
Smol kid Ignis growing confident because of that.
Smol kid Ignis hugs every book he sees and thanks it for existing.
Smol kid Ignis hugs the trees and thanks them for existing.
Smol kid Ignis apologizes to the rocks he accidentally kicks.
Smol kid Ignis puts his hands to his cheeks and says “Oh no!” if he accidentally drops something.
He does that too when the most unimportant thing goes wrong.
It’s concerning that he overworries so much, but honestly the “*gasps* oh no!” is adorable, dammit.
5 y.o. Iggy meeting other kids that try to bully him.
5 y.o. Iggy delivering a mean comeback and learning words and information can cause greater harm than kicks or insults.
5 y.o. Iggy is the devil, he just discovered his brilliant strategist mind.
Smol kid Iggy growing up into having to read a lot and enjoying to read through dictionaries.
Oversmart kid + dictionary + the mind of a child = that’s how he grew up turning into the Master of Puns.
Smol kid Iggy will ask for Regis when he’s hurt.
Scrapped his knee? Kid Iggy can stay sat there, quietly crying because he doesn’t want to bother anyone, and when you find him he’ll cry harder and sob “M-mister your m-majesty…”
Only way Ignis will stop crying is either you leave him alone (wrong!) or you get Regis to comfort him.
Even though he’ll stay hugged to the king, smol Ignis will still apologize to Regis because “you should be working, your Ma-Majesty…”
Regis has always gladly changed work for comforting this little creature made of angel tears and purity.
Smol kig Iggy asking the royal chefs every now and then to bake some cookies or muffins.
Smol kid Iggy going around the Citadel gifting a cookie or muffin to the people he sees.
Smol kid Iggy using his save-ups to pay the chefs.
The chefs used to refuse it but it’s kid Iggy, you can’t say no to something like that because “it will stain his honor”.
Smol kid Iggy gets overly excited with some things he likes, but he’s too terribly, excruciatingly shy, and fears that adults may think he’s behaving like a baby, so he tries to hide his excitementwhen he sees something he likes.
There we have a smol kid Iggy seeing a moogle mascot; smol Iggy proceeds to grin and brounce over his feet, before his shyness wins and he just half-hides behind his adult in charge, embarrassed.
We have the luck that most of the adults in his charge know him well enough to recognize when smol Iggy is shy about what he likes, so they encourage him to have fun and that it’s okay.
Smol Iggy hugs the Immortal every time that Cor takes him out for a fun day.
Smol Iggy is so used to stay at the Citadel and study, he really, really, really appreciates it when someone takes him out.
“Thank you, Mister the Immortal… :’)”
Smol kid Iggy pets smoler kid Noct constantly.
He pets him to comfort him when he’s sad, to cheer on him when he does something good, or to thank him.
Whenever smol kid Noct is scared of the monsters under the bed or in the closet, it’s smol kid Iggy who checks for him.
Smol kid Iggy is TERRIFIED of those monsters…
Smol kid Iggy is sometimes almost crying as he checks because he’s so scared.
He won’t tell Noct how scared he is, though. Smol kid Iggy checks despite his fear because he wants Noct to feel safe… :’)
Smol kid Iggy hearing the queen passed.
Clarus walks on in a pair of guards arguing with child Ignis nearby the king’s chambers.
“Stop, stop, what is this mess?”
“This kid wants to go into his Majesty’s bedroom without permission.”
“Ignis?”
“The queen has passed, right? So that means she’s in peace, but that also means her side of the bed is unoccupied, right? So your Majesty will have, from a night to the next one, all that space for himself, but he’s not big enough to fill the bed on his own, but nobody except the queen should be sleeping with him, but he also shouldn’t be so lonely in such a big bed, so I only wanted to leave my moogle in his room so that the empty space is occupied when he comes back and so that he has some company. Moogle is not a queen, but he also isn’t a person, so I thought he’d like it.”
“…oh. And…wouldn’t you miss your moogle, Ignis?”
“Of course I would! But the king must miss the queen more than I’d miss my moogle. Also, my bed is for one person, and the king’s bed is for two, so it’s silly we both sleep in one bed and the king sleeps alone. Also, I don’t want the king to be sad, and moogle can help. He’s a good listener”
Dammit, the guards let him through.
How can you deny him?
He’s like 4 but he’s so smart and uses that intelligence to do things like this.
HOW.
WHY.
HOW CAN HE BE SO SWEET *the guards are crying*
I’d try to write more adorable things, but to be honest Ignis is a pretty damn tragic character and I’d have to get terribly off canon just to see him smile, ahahaha ////3
Edit: This was the first of the “Smol kid” series; I didn’t write it too seriously and didn’t know I’d make it a series, so it’s the shortest. I’d like to write more for Smol child Iggy sometime soon. Hope you enjoyed that’s here, nonetheless. :)
SMOL KID IGGY.
He’s life. He needs cuddles and protection. Give them to him.
Smol child Prompto wants to get close to other kids and say Hi first and befriend them.
But smol child Prompto doesn’t want other kids to make the first move.
It’s fightening.
2 y.o. Prompto is sat in the child seat when going shopping with either mama or papa.
2 y.o. Prompto is yelling HI (°▽°)/ at other kids in other carts.
2 y.o. Prompto is exchanging lollipops/candies with the other kids of the other carts.
Smol child Prompto is sat at the conveyor belt.
Smol child Prompto has no idea how he ended up there.
So don’t his parents.
Smol, tiny child Prompto is looking at all the products mama and papa buy because they have a barcode.
They’re like me .A.
He’s trying to figure what he has in common with those things.
“MOMMY, LOOK, this one has it too!”
“MOM, MOM, shampoo has it too!”
“OMG MOM, BEEBEE HAS IT TOO.”
Beebee is one of his plush toys.
Smol child Prompto has assumed since he can remember and has for sure, just like the sky is blue and like the grass is green, that mama and papa bought him at the supermarket.
That’s why he has that barcorde.
Indeed, it was never a bother to him, or a drawing or a birthmark. It was his barcode because babies come from supermarkets, right?
Smol child Prompto never questioned where babies came from due to that previous assumption.
Smol child Prompto is a m a z e d by chocobos but has barely ever seen one.
Smol child Prompto’s screaming if he sees a chocobo plush.
You’re not shutting him up until you buy it to him.
Smol child Prompto is never taken nearby the toy section.
There’s too many chocobo themed things, his parents literally couldn’t afford all that if he sees them.
Smol child Prompto has more chocobo toys than memories with his parents.
They’re busy, don’t judge them.
Smol child Prompto can’t count how many chocobo plushies he has.
He hasn’t learned that many numbers. ;_____;
Smol child Prompto insists on sleeping with all of them.
All.
They don’t fit in the bed.
Smol child Prompto has a list:
This night, these first 10 chocobos sleep with him.
Next one, these other 10.
The next one, these other 10.
It’s never 10.
Smol child Prompto has troubles counting, okay, leave him alone.
Smol child Prompto is never getting out of his chocobo onesie.
N e v e r.
You don’t try to take it off him, he’s screaming.
Mama puts him in place (thanks gods) and he can have it off for bath and sleeping.
But he’s putting it back on as a daily basis thing.
Smol child Prompto’s running around the kindergarten practicing his KWEH.
Also wants all the other kids to see his onesie.
IT’S HIS PRIDE.
Smol child Prompto’s more used to nannies than papa or mama.
Parents arrive very late.
Smol child Prompto has tried to stay awake until they arrive.
Smol child Prompto’s always falling asleep.
Smol child Prompto thinks it’s his fault; it’s because he couldn’t stay up later that he fell asleep, and it’s because he stayed up late and still fell asleep why he overslept and woke up to papa and mama already gone again.
Smol child Prompto asked Chococaptain Commandocobo to keep watch at the window and tell him when his parents arrive.
He’s hugging him and telling him it’s fine, they’ll try later at night again.
Smol child Prompto LOVES MUSIC.
Smol child Prompto LOVES DANCING.
Smol child Prompto LOVES MUSIC BECAUSE IT MAKES HIM DANCE AND HE LOVES DANCING BECAUSE THERE’S MUSIC.
Smol kid Prompto is dancing in his room.
He’s falling onto his buttocks.
He’s standing up and retaking the dancing because it’s fine.
Smol kid Prompto’s going to take other kids by the hands and make them dance if he thinks they’re sad.
Dancing deletes sadness, you dance and you’re happy. :3
Also likes to sing.
He LOVES singing.
Smol child Prompto is singing everywhere.
EVERYWHERE.
Smol kid Prompto is singing in his room.
He’s singing in school.
He’s singing in the bathroom.
He’s singing through the park.
Through the living room.
Before sleeping.
At breakfast.
Any any eating time.
Smol kid Prompto is trying to eat but singing is more important.
He’s singing while chewing.
Food’s falling down his mouth.
He’s not shutting up, anyway.
Smol kid Prompto’s singing all the time.
He’s NEVER getting tired of singing.
This is what he and 2 of his kindergarten friends sound like: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cMhg84dfulY
Smol kid Prompto is the conductor of their singing.
Smol kid Prompto makes the songs, or chooses them.
Seriously, I can’t ever get tired of those adorable sounds, go click that link if you didn’t and picture tiny kid Prompto on duty.
Smol kid Prompto wants to be musician when he grows up.
Smol kid Prompto wants to teach chocobos to sing.
Smol kid Prompto has his own orchestra, but it’s more like a chorus, if you ask him.
It’s ALL his chocobos. They’re arranged on semi-circle in his room.
He’s conductor and has his own “music wand”.
Smol kid Prompto’s hands are flying everywhere around him when conducting.
Smol kid Prompto praises the chocobos and encourages them mid play.
Smol kid Prompto is clapping and cheering very loudly because he’s so damn proud of his orchestra.
He’s hugging them one by one after each presentation. They deserve it.
Smol kid Prompto’s terrified of noises around the house.
Smol kid Prompto’s not hiding under the bedsheets.
…okay, he is.
BUT he’s also brave enough to go check what’s making those noises.
Chococaptain Commandocobo goes with him to have his back.
Smol kid Prompto’s constantly frightening himself checking for the source of the noises.
Smol kid Prompto HATES mirrors.
“They let ghosts in, mama”.
Smol kid Prompto’s glaring at and fighting his own reflection.
It’s a ghost trying to personify him and trying to take his place in the real world and cage him in the ghostland for all eternity and nobody would notice they’re living with a fake Prompto and it’s going to murder everyone. HE’S NOT GOING TO ALLOW THAT.
Please don’t question smol kid Prompto.
Smol kid Prompto doesn’t understand why Cor isn’t his dad.
Not as in “WHY!? >:’(”, it literally puzzles him.
Cor always remembers his birthday, visits him often, buys him new clothes, actually cooks for him, talks lots with him, helps him with homework, and he draws with him, he’s literally what Prompto has heard dads are supposed to do so this is his dad, right? Why is everyone insisting he’s not?
Okay, Cor may visit only once per month, but the day he spends with him is FAR more attention than he usually gets on the other 29 days from anyone else, so ¿¿¿¿?????
Smoler kid Prompto is bought/given new clothes by Cor because mom and dad forget how fast children grow up, and Cor’s usually visiting to find the shoes are basically crushing his toes.
Smoler, tiny, younger kid Prompto used to think Cor was Dad and that his parents were Nannies that also hired their own Nannies.
So every time Cor comes visit smoler, tiny, younger kid Prompto believes and has for sure with entire security that he’s going home.
Smoler, tiny, younger kid Prompto is very puzzled when dad Cor leaves again and has to “leave him with the nannies”.
Smol kid Prompto wonders what his “real” house looks like, with papa Cor.
Smol kid Prompto wonders what his real mommy looks like.
Smol kid Prompto thinks there’s two Cors.
Smol kid Prompto hears parents speak about some “serious, quiet, frowning” Cor.
But the Cor kid Prompto knows laughs, plays, and is always smiling.
Smol kid Prompto doesn’t realize Cor’s smiling only because they’re together.
So…COR MUST HAVE AN EVIL TWIN D:
Smol kid Prompto’s TERRIFIED at the idea of Cor being hurt by his “ghost reflection” and replaced by it and that’s why his parents speak of a man he can’t identify as the real Cor.
Smol kid Prompto’s making sure Cor never passes in front of any mirror.
“NOOOOOOO!”
“No what, Prom?”
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOHOHHOOHOOOOO ;___________;”
Please no, Cor, he’s terrified.
“But why-”
JUST NO, DAMMIT.
Smol kid Prompto only has friends at kindergarten; papa and mama are usually out on evenings, so smol kid Prompto’s childhood lacked daily goes to the park (only now and then with the nannies) or other kids’ houses.
But he’s happeh with his kindergarten friends in kindergarten, and happeh home with his chocobo plush toy army.
Smol kid Prompto spends evenings playing with them.
You should see him play Seek and Hide with the chocobos…
…when it’s their turn to count.
Smol kid Prompto’s usually falling asleep in his hideout place.
Smol kid Prompto assumes chocobos are simply TERRIBLE at seeking and finding people.
Smol child Prompto is constantly getting sick.
You know, the genes and inside biology…he wasn’t meant to live like a person at all.
So he’s slowly getting adapted.
Hence, constantly catching colds.
Papa Cor’s attending him.
Smol kid Prompto LOVES movies.
Smol kid Prompto has learned to pause them.
He’s pausing movies in his favorite parts so he can stare at the frozen picture.
Gods, he loves pretty pictures.
He wants to have all these separate frozen fragments somewhere so he could keep them individually.
Smol kid Prompto likes to stare at things he likes pretty.
Smol kid Prompto likes to stare at things but they usually move or change.
He likes that they change but he also wishes he could keep one frozen picture of things because it’s just so pretty.
If only there was a device that could do that stuff…
Smol kid Prompto is terrified by teenage girls.
They are so tall and scary ;_____;
Smol kid Prompto’s terrified of fireflies.
But he’s amazed by trains and cars.
Smol kid Prompto is too sensitive to the cold.
Smol kid Prompto is constantly in that chocobo onesie to stay warm.
…of course, not like it’s an excuse just to wear it or anything.
Smol kid Prompto asks for a wish every time he sneezes.
Please don’t question him.
Smol kid Prompto thinks that the dots of his face are marks of raindrops.
He’s running away from rain.
Don’t let it touch him, my god.
Smol kid Prompto is finding out his friends don’t have codebars.
Smol kid Prompto at first thinks the other children were stolen or that the Astrals didn’t finish them and the parents bought them not noticing it.
Smol kid Prompto starts getting nervous when it’s more than just 4 children that don’t have codebars.
Smol kid Prompto realizes his parents don’t have one either.
Nor does Cor.
Smol kid Prompto has realized nobody but him has it.
Smol kid Prompto’s starting to grow insecure because of it.
Smol kid Prompto’s crying and terrified of continuing playing with his friends because he thinks they’ll think he’s defective.
Mom’s constantly telling him he’s okay and fine, but smol kid Prompto’s grown too insecure.
Mommy tried to reassure him it’s fine, but she’s buying him wristbands to give him a little confidence because he’s just not convinced, hoping he’ll grow comfy to take them off when he grows up.
Look here comes smol kid Prompto.
Smol kid Prompto’s TERRIFIED.
He’s panicked.
He’s running to his nanny.
“MISS. MISS. I CAN’T SEE MY EYES.”
Also realized he can’t see his forehead.
Don’t you DARE suggest he uses a mirror >:(
Smol kid Prompto DAMN LOVES ANIMALS.
He’d make good rescuer with kid Iggy.
Smol kid Prompto is hugging ALL THE DOGS that he sees.
He’s hugging all the kittens.
He’s trying to hug the birds.
Not petting. He’s hugging them.
Smol kid Prompto that has lost confidence to befriend other kids is befriending all the animals he sees.
His parents lose him at the park, but worry not.
He’s sat somewhere surrounded by three dogs, always.
Why are the dogs obeying him
How
Smol kid Prompto’s having therapy talk with the dogs.
Smol kid Prompto’s playing with the dogs.
Smol kid Prompto is befriended to all the dogs of the neighborhood.
Also most of the dogs of the park.
Smol kid Prompto wants to walk dogs.
He’s still too small :’(
Smol kid Prompto’s asking his parents for dog treats so he can carry them around every time he goes out with his parents or the nannies so he can feed ALL THE DOGS that he sees.
The dogs of the park now tackle him as soon as they see him.
Smol kid Prompto can’t have a dog of his own :’(
But he’s okay with being friends with all the local dogs.
They’ve never said anything mean about his codebar. <3
