seteth making flayn listen to kidz bop 😳😳
NOTES: i told myself i was going to go in order but this was too good to pass up. what an A+ concept, nonnie. i love it !!!
WARNINGS: kidz bop (???)
W.C.: 746 words
seteth &&. flayn + kidz bop shenanigans right under the cut !!!
Much like the other heroes, Flayn was very interested in hearing about the Summoner’s world. She was particularly curious about music, how the instruments used evolved and changed over time, and how easily one could play it through a device the Summoner called a Phone.
Seteth had to admit that the Summoner’s music was enjoyable, though sometimes there were songs with lyrics that were... questionable. While he often found no harm in encouraging Flayn’s curiosity, he couldn’t help but feel a little uneasy at the thought of her adopting such crude words and attitudes.
Seeing as they were the owner of the Phone and, by extension, the music, he decides to have a little chat with the Summoner about his fatherly worries.
"Are there any alternatives to these songs?” He asks the Summoner, pointing towards the titles of ‘7 rings’ and ‘Love Me Harder’ on their Phone, “Flayn is particularly fond of those, and I’m worried they will soon affect her way of thinking.” He continues, a little distraught, “She has already begun to ask me how someone could love another harder. I cannot yet stomach the idea of telling her what the true implications of those words are.”
There’s an odd sort of smile that spreads on the Summoner’s face, an edge to the glint of their eye and the crook of their mouth that makes him a little uneasy. “There’s a compromise to that, you know,” they say, “Flayn can keep listening to these songs, and you don’t have to worry about them being too suggestive or explicit.”
He takes the bait. “How?”
“Kidz Bop.” The Summoner replies simply, a sagely air about them.
“What is this... Kids Bop?”
“Kidz,” the Summoner corrects him gently, “It’s ‘kids’ with a ‘z,’ and it’s the answer to all your problems. Leave it to me, Seteth. I’ll take care of it.”
And take care of it the Summoner did. The next time Flayn asks the Summoner to play some of her favorite songs, they come out sung in different, younger voices.
It feels as if a weight was lifted off of his shoulders when he heard that the language changed from crude to something more appropriate for children. Granted, it is a little odd to hear pre-pubescent voices sing what were once mature songs, but if this is the price he pays for a little peace of mind, then so be it.
Flayn notices, of course, but the Summoner is quick to explain it off as another peculiarity from their world. She accepts this explanation easily, with a simple, delighted, “Ah, I see!” instead of her typical “Why?” and “How?”
The arrangement works beautifully, for a time. Flayn adjusts to the new songs and adapts the new lyrics, humming their words around the halls of the castle. Any time she and the Summoner are in the same room together, the Kidz Bop is played in full blast and sung in equally loud voices.
Weeks of hearing the Kidz’ voices and their overly peppy beats and, quite frankly, their horrendous lyric changes, however, can change a person.
After the third straight week of Kidz Bop, Seteth cannot get them out of his head. There is no peace for this man. He hums their songs as he sorts out the Summoner’s battle tactics, feeling more and more disappointed with every time he catches himself doing so. He hears their voices on repeat at night, staring up into the dark ceiling of his quarters, wondering how these faceless children have cursed him so. He can’t sleep, eat, or breathe without hearing them echo throughout his thoughts.
Eventually, he begs the Summoner to cease the infernal Kidz Bop, his initial peace of mind with them worn down by their seemingly endless tunes. He reasons that Flayn is old enough to know such things, that she is no longer a child, especially since she’s familiar with something as terrible and innocence-breaking as war.
The Summoner agrees. He does not notice how self-satisfied their smile seems to be.
“Has he given up?” Flayn asks, closing the door to the Summoner’s office behind her.
“Thankfully,” the Summoner’s replies, “I don’t think I could’ve listened to any more of it. I thought I was going to go insane.” Flayn nods in understanding. “I’m surprised he lasted this long, though.”
“My father is a resilient man. I hope that this experience, however, has taught him not to coddle me so much.”
“So... we’re going back to the old songs, right?”
“Oh, of course. The lyric changes were awful.”
