FFXV AU: Friends
How Prompto Leonis met his friends.
(OOC-ness all on me, pre brotherhood era re-write and some world building)
Part of the The Lion, the Coeurl and the Cub AU
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[ Idiots Chat Group ]
[Cor 7:10pm]: Regis.
[Regis 7:11pm]: What is it Cor? Oh! Have you come to your senses and decide to let the boys meet?
[Cor 7:11pm]: What? No.
[Cor 7:11pm]: ( img103.jpg )
[Regis 7:12pm]: Oh. Its a puppy! Prompto looks so adorable with the pup.
[Clarus 7:13pm]: Its Lunafreya’s dog. Cor? Why do you have her dog?
[Cor 7:14pm]: Fuck.
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“I know we told him to make friends. But I did not expect him to be friends with the Oracle who is in Tenebrae. Which, last I checked, is miles away from Insomnia. How is it that I have kept him away from the Crown and yet he is becoming penpals with a Princess of another country through her puppy?!” Cor huffs, finishing his rant before he takes another swig of his beer.
“Heh. Guess our cub is a royal magnet. Geddit? Geddit?” A tv remote flies across and Nyx dodges the object with a cackle.
“That was terrible and you should be ashamed.” Cor glares.
“I think, you should relax a little.” Nyx ignores the older man and grins as he shuffles over to his husband with his own beer, taking a seat on the couch behind him and rubbing his stiff neck the way he knew Cor liked. The Marshal might seem like a hard ass to the Lucian military but Nyx knows the man is just a big softie deep down.
”Prom’s a big boy and very mature for his age. He already knows to keep quiet about our work and us, and understands its for his own good and safety. If anything, I think its good that he is penpals with Lady Lunafreya. I mean, could do worse and be friends with some lil shit instead right? Let them be kids, talk about whatever kids talk about these days. She’s in a cage herself, and she probably needs friends other than the prince too. They are lonely, Cor. Its like they have common ground, you know?”
“…Why do you have to be right?”
“Of course! I always am.”
A pillow flies towards Nyx’s face this time, which he does not dodge while cackling like the menace he is as he wrestles his husband back onto the floor.
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Hello Lady Lunafreya,
thank you for the letter.I’m just glad Tiny? Pryna? Made her way safely back to you. I am sorry to have kept her for so long.You were worried.
My name is Prompto and I’m just a normal boy living in Insomnia.I do not really know Prince Noctis, I’m sorry. He is actually in the class beside mine. I’m sorry I don’t have much to write, I am quite boring and I never had like a penpal before? But I like photography and I have some photos of Pryna. I will put it together with this letter.
What about you Lady Lunafreya? How about you?
Sincerely,
Prompto
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Whenever Pryna makes her way into the Leonis-Ulric home, she waits on Prompto’s lap as he writes back to his new friend. The blond giving the puppy lots of hugs and tells her to give them to the Princess for him.
“Well at least he’s not asking to have a Chocobo for a pet.” Nyx laughs as he shakes Pryna’s paw after Prompto runs off to get his handmade gift for Luna. Totally ignoring the fact that this is a divine messenger. Cor rolls his eyes at the incredulity of it all.
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Dear Prom,
Your letters and photos of your everyday always bring me so much joy! Your words are so animated and full of life, I can see just by your writing that you are a beautiful person. Please believe that my dearest friend. In fact, I have asked Pryna to send you this journal so we can write more together.That you may keep allowing me to see the outside world and Insomnia through your eyes.
Maybe one day we can meet. You, me and dear Noctis. Someday, I wish to show you the fields of my homeland and the syllablossoms in bloom. They were beautiful. They still are.
Write more soon my friend.
Eagerly awaiting,
Luna
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Despite Luna’s encouragement, Prompto does not approach Noctis even though he slowly opens up more to his classmates. He will not risk his dads’ jobs or their safety. Yet fate works in strange ways. Prompto spots a fallen baby bird while going around the school to photograph with his new camera decorated with his old chocobo charm, an early graduation present from his dads. Compared to Little Galahd, a tree is nothing to the boy as he climbs up and reunites the chick with his brothers easily.
“Hey, what are you doing?”
“AH!”
The blond slips and barely hangs onto the branch and collapses from the tree. Not enough to break something but bad enough to get a bad scuff along his arm. There’s someone panicking beside him and it takes Prompto a minute to realise its Noctis Lucis Caelum, the Crown Prince fretting over his wound and apologising profusely. However, when Noctis reaches out his injured wrist, Prompto flinches and quickly flees with with his camera.
After all. Nobody must know of his cursed mark. The stupid barcode tattoo.
Especially not the Prince of Lucis.
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Later, Noctis finds out that the quiet boy from next class had left school early. So he quietly holds onto the foreign boy’s little chocobo charm, hoping to give it back when middle school starts.
Sadly, they went to different middle schools.
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“Hey!”
“Whoa-Huh?” Prompto gets startled as a someone pats him from behind. An old childhood trinket dangles before him and a familiar face.
“Noct.” The name falls from Prompto’s lips despite his brain provides him the proper title of ‘your Highness’, as if the Prince had always been Noct.
The name catches Noctis unaware and just like that, the raven haired boy smiles back. Its as if all this felt right. Almost like a dream from long ago. A deja-vu.
What was lost will always come around.
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“Dad? Can we talk for a sec?” Prompto asks carefully as he sits down across Cor, who has occupied the entire dining table for various piles of documents. He rarely brings back paperwork since the fiasco of Prompto finding confidential files when he was a kid, but the recent increase in attacks has him resorting to working at home. Nyx is also deployed more often lately as a result of the skirmishes at the borders.
“Of course son,” Cor blinks at his kid’s unusual request, and puts down his pen and studies the blond teen’s behaviour,” whats wrong, Prom?”
Prompto’s hands are fiddling and fidgeting. A clean tell he is anxious but determined about something. Cor is hoping its not a high school crush because Nyx is not here and he kinda does not want to do The Talk alone. He’s not fucking ready for it.
Turns out its something completely different, but what comes next from his son still manages to throw the Immortal Shogun off guard.
“I’m…kinda…friends with Noct now? I-I’m sorry.”
“Noctis.”
“Yeah.”
“The Crown Prince.”
“Mmhm.”
Cor breathes deeply and leans back on his chair, arms folded and sighs internally. He watches Prompto chew his cheek, a bad habit he had gotten from himself. His boy was actually apologising for having a friend. If his reports from his crownsguard are accurate, then the two have been getting along very well too despite it being only a week or so since school started for them. Yet Prompto is here, worried about him being upset…
What was it that Nyx said? Have to let teenagers breathe a little?
Cor sighs.
“You be okay? Noctis can be a brat you know?”
“Noct’s nice.”Prompto thinks a little while before adding,”He’s…a good friend, likes King’s Knight and Justice monsters though his choices in characters still suck. I-I want to continue being his friend. He…didn’t mind my braids or me just being dorky about art or taking photos, well, as long as I let him spaz out about fish. Of all things.”
There’s a moment of quiet between the Leonis father and son.
“Humph.You tell me if he does.”The elder Leonis finally gruffs, before leaning forward and rubs Prompto’s hair gently,” Don’t worry too much. Just be you. Be happy. Can you do that?”
“Yeah.” Prompto nods and walks over to the seat beside Cor, reaching in to hug his dad. Times like these, he feels like he is a kid all over again.”Thanks dad.”
Cor pats his son’s back ever so gently and quietly, nuzzling into the teen’s blond hair in comfort as he had always done for the boy growing up.
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The boys bond quickly as teenage boys do. Much to Ignis amazement, as he sees how much lively Noctis has been since high school started. The young advisor soon notices the blond foreign boy with galahdian braids and beads always found beside his charge. Yet the moment Ignis knows that this friendship is serious for the prince, was seeing something absolutely mundane.
The Crown Prince was actually cleaning his apartment. Like. Deep cleaning.
“This is an unusual sight. Am I in the right building?”
“Very funny specs, now quick help me sort the recyclable trash.” Noctis pauses,” Please.”
“Certainly.Though may I ask what spur on this particular,” and he gestures to the pile of sorted laundry and trash, “…activity?”
“Assassin’s Expansion is out tomorrow and its also the weekend. Wanna get Prom over and speed run it through the night.” Noctis explains as he tries to squish the last of his books onto the shelf.That revelation got Ignis to stop rolling up his sleeves and stare at Noctis incredulously.
“I don’t suppose you have forgotten you have crownsguard and a full security watching you and this building? Has safety protocols slipped your mind, Noctis? Your friend is not cleared to even come near the premises.”
“Such little faith Iggy. Of course I have cleared Prom! I asked Cor and he said its a-ok.No biggie. Well. Along those lines.”
“The Marshal …did?”
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The next day, Ignis makes a request to meet with the King about this development now that it seems for certain this new friend would be around the Prince for the long term. Which has never happened before as far as Ignis is aware. He had done his research overnight but this boy seems to be rather peculiar and slightly concerning.
His citizen log is pristine and clean. A diligent student, above average grades, exceptional in math and science, an avid volunteer in charities for animals and refugees. Recently holding a part-time job at a camera shop downtown. Very much a regular high school student.
Yet digging deeper, Ignis finds confidential files and data that even he is unable to access. Its not unusual, especially for defectors who came into Insomnia on ‘special terms’, but the boy was listed as Lucian, fostered by an Argentum family with only one point of contact. With plenty of doubts and concerns for the Prince, he brings this up to the King. Yet Regis simply chortles and puts away the file without even looking once as he hears Ignis’ enquiry. The Marshal was silent as always.
“I appreciate your diligence Ignis. Though you need not worry.”Regis smiles widely, as he eyes Cor who pointedly ignores him,” Our Marshal has already done the necessary background checks and cleared the boy. Noctis seems delighted with his friend when we spoke over dinner previously. Let the boys be boys and live a little now, I’m sure its alright. I say, let them be.”
“Y-yes your Majesty. Please, excuse me.” On that note, Ignis quickly leaves the Regis’ office.
He does not hear the boisterous laugh of his King unfortunately. Or sees the scowl on the Marshal’s face.
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Prompto turns out to be not who he expects Noctis to hang out with. A gentle soul with bubbly personality, Ignis notes as he observes them over time. A breath of fresh air compared to the moody royal heir, yet the prince’s moods do not even faze the boy. Instead, his bright presence has helped the young advisor alleviate the stress of dealing with Noctis alone, and takes over in caring for his charge if things get out of hand (read: arguments). Even on occasion, despite Noctis’ warnings that he is ‘very particular’, offers to help Ignis in any way politely.
“Heya Iggy! Do you need help?”Prompto pokes his head into Ignis’ safe zone one evening as the blond is staying overnight for a last minute cram session.”I feel bad that you are like, always feeding us.”
“That’s very kind of you Prompto but I assure you its no trouble.”Ignis smiles kindly” At the very least.You, are not fussy about the meal you are given.” Somewhere behind, Noctis sticks out his tongue at his old companion. Very mature.
“Stiiiiilllll.” Prompto wanders over and watches Ignis unpack the ingredients.
“Very well, if you insist, could you help wash the vegetables and cut the potatoes? We’re having curry.”
“Gotcha!”
Prompto is actually decent in the kitchen, Ignis notices quietly, very precise and methodical as if he has an order or system in doing things. Disciplined. With the opportunity, the young Scientia decides to pry a little. Just for curiosity’s sake.
“Do you cook, Prompto?”
“Since I was a kid, yeah.I help around the house and stuff. Dad works late or needed to travel, so there’s that.”
“Single parenting is hard indeed.”
“Oh, nah, I got 2 dads actually. They are always busy, but its all good.”
Is it though? Ignis wonders wryly. With that steely note, marks the the end of it as Prompto shuts down about his family once again. To the point he has no information on said parents or seen hide or hair of them at all, Prompto must be lonely enough to be able to care for himself. Even his Uncle Augustus would pull out time in his busy schedule to have tea with his own nephew at least once every few days. To be neglecting a child because of work simply is poor excuse in Ignis’ opinion.
“IggyIggyIggy,” Prompto sniffs at the curry and scrunches his face.”Its not spicy.”
“LIES! Prom breathes spices! Don’t listen to him!” Noctis shouts over before the boys get into a heated argument about appropriate spice levels and daring each other into something silly. Again.
After being around Prompto for so long, Ignis thinks he understands when Noctis says that he sometimes want to shake the blond or smother him in all the fluffiest plushies they have. Thus, the young advisor decides to make it a point to care for this new young and endearing boy who is slowly becoming a friend and confidant for himself as well.
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“Marshal? If I may have a word?” Ignis calls after the Head of the Crownsguard one morning after another futile council meeting. The Immortal Shogun turns around and looks at the young advisor.
“What about, Scientia?”
“I was hoping if I can have some information regarding one Prompto Argentum. The boy who is often in the prince’s company, whom you have checked in on early in the year. Its just, come to my attention that Prompto might be living in questionable conditions.”
Silence.
“What?” Cor blinks at the young man before him.
“Well, for starters, he seems to be in a neglectful household with absent parents. Prompto has been very deflective about his family and as a friend, I find it upsetting to be honest. I am hoping to be reassured of his wellbeing at home myself if possible. This is absurd. To leave a minor like him to his devices, I must say, these adults are absolutely deplorable and a disappointment.”
Cor looks at Ignis with the deadest look he can possess.
Nyx, who is there on guard duty and listening in, is biting his tongue, struggling not to die of laughter at the misunderstanding. If he gets a cold shoulder later from his husband, well, that is future Nyx’s problem to solve.
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Prompto meets Gladio last.
Noctis was having a couple of bad days, on top of his injuries acting up. Which led to the moody royal to decide to let off some steam at the downtown arcade. Though by means of skipping out on his training and royal duties. He was being too wrapped in his muddled emotions and worries to focus on anything else in his life at this point. Tensions have been running high in the Citadel. Ignis himself was also overwhelmed and burned out, which leaves him little choice but for Prompto to watch over the Prince thankfully.
Gladio finds the two teenagers and has a few choice words with Noctis who was not having any of it and stalks off. Prompto tries to diffuses the situation but ended up at the end of Gladio’s ire unfortunately.
“Noctis is the Crown Prince of Lucis! Above all else, his royal Highness has a duty. He does not have time for distractions like you who just likes the attention and think you’re special. Once the novelty wear off, then what? Have you thought that you being around Noctis will affect his image as well? So, if you know what’s good for you, then stay away from the Prince!”
With that the young Shield storms out, leaving a silent boy amongst the noise of the chaotic Game Center. His thoughts just as wild and erratic.
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The door slams open late that night and with a mumbled ‘I’m home’, Prompto storms into his room. Which leaves Nyx and Cor, who were huddled on the couch watching a lame game show, feeling extremely baffled. Prompto has never had a temper tantrum apart from when he was 7.
Nyx nudges Cor to go talk to Prompto while he goes off to make some warm tea and honey for their son.
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Later that night in a middle of a drinking session with Regis, Clarus Amicitia gets a rare call from one furious off-duty Marshal. The King of Lucis sips his drink and is bemused that for once, it is not him being yelled at by their youngest brother. The fiasco had annoyed Shield so much that he later assigns his son to back to back full weeks of duties on top of his job as the Prince’s Shield. Also in effort to keep Gladiolus alive and away from the Leonis-Ulric couple as well.
It was clear that his son needs an attitude change before Cor and Nyx does it for him. Hopefully they let his first born live, Iris is still too young to bear The Shield.
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It had been a tiring week for Gladio. His dad seems pissed and Cor has been simply…difficult. Noctis was being even moodier with his best friend avoiding him. Whereas Ignis is even more stressed by…everything in general. Everyone now walking on eggshells with one another. Which sucks.
It was towards the end of his late night duties on his last weekend patrol that Gladio spots a familiar blond haired teen. It was barely dawn and he sees Prompto wandering around the shady parts of Insomnia. Suspicion arising, Gladio follows. Soon enough, after weaving in and out of the endless alleyways and the maze of buildings, the young Amicitia realises something wrong in his gut.
“Why are you following me?”
The Amicitia turns on his heel at the voice. There right behind him, dressed down in casual street wear and an oversized jacket and several boxes and bags, was the teen he was tailing. Since when did he find out?
“What are you doing here?”
“What’s it to you?”
Oh. OH. The kid has bite. Wokay. Gladio eyes the blond cautiously, before the teen rolls his eyes and huffs a stray hair out of his eye.He strides past Gladio who follows closely behind, and finally having enough of it, tosses one of his boxes at the Shield.
“Look, big guy, Shield? Amicitia? Gladiolus?” Prompto walks right into Gladio’s face, despite the massive height difference.”I don’t care if you wanna be sus of me or what not.Its your fucking job. I geddit. Sure. If you really wanna tail me, by all means. Just make yourself fucking useful.”
“What’s with the attitude?”
“Seriously?”Prompto glares at the Shield, which strangely reminds Gladio of Cor Leonis, but he is probably tripping with how hard the Marshal has been riding on his ass for no reason. The teen grumbles and turns on his heel, making his way deeper into the crumbling underbelly of Insomnia.
“Take off your uniform coat and hide it. We’re here. And whatever you do, don’t be a dick.” Prompto calls over his shoulder as he goes up to greet a crowd of children and women in stilted a foreign language. Gladio finally realises where they are as he takes in the shabby residences and poor conditions.
These are Niflehiemians. This is their Quarters.
For a noble-born, Gladio has to admit, its a humbling moment. As he watches Prompto go around passing the donations and necessities for the defectors who sought refuge in their city. The reality for these people a harsh slap to his face. He knows that the immigrants exists but how they lived never crossed his mind.
Somehow, the kids in the Quarters are more intrigued by the new guest. Being an older sibling, Gladio really does not have the heart to be an ass to the kids who starts to crowd around and climb up his back to play. Despite what ever political conflict there might be, these are still children.
Once the wares are all given out, repair works and cleaning are all done, the sun was already setting when they leave the Niflheimian Quarters.
“Thanks.For helping today.”Prompto eyes Gladio who is still hanging closely beside.
“Nah.Its nothing.You come by often to help?”
“Weekends if I’m free and if I get stuff to give. My community doesn’t have much but they are willing to spare.”
“Your…community?”
Prompto then wiggles his braids.
“Dad’s a Lucian. Baba, or my other dad, is Galahdian.” The teen hops onto the pipe and continues.” As far as I’m concerned. I’m Lucian. Adopted or not.Yet I’m lucky enough to grow up and live with a good family here in Insomnia. Those folks over there? Not so much. Where we’re born doesn’t really matter at the end of the day if everyone here is just trying to survive. So I try to help.”
“I…didn’t know.” Gladio replies sheepishly. Astrals, now he really is starting to feel like a dick.
“Course not. And I don’t blame you. Its just, how things are.” Prompto sighs.”Anyways, wanna grab a bite? I know a place.”
“Sure.”
The two boys soon arrive at another unfamiliar side of Insomnia to Gladio as Prompto greets people in another language. The Amicitia spots a number of familiar faces however was too overwhelmed to remember who they were. The boys soon each a quieter part with a food stall, where Crowe, Libertus, Pelna and a bunch of other Kingslaives are being a rowdy crowd with the owner.
The glaives clearly know Prompto very well, as if he’s their own kid. They invite them over and order more food for the boys until Prompto gets a text and tells them he needs to get supper for his folks who are working late. Gladio offers to accompany him, not wanting a teen to wander around this area at this late hour but the blond simply laughs brightly.
“Are you kidding?” Prompto hops over and hangs over the rails precariously that Gladio feels anxiety just by looking at him perch there. The beads in his hair clinks ever so softly.
“This is like my own backyard.”
With that Prompto tilts back and free falls into the darkness. Gladio lets out a shout and leaps out of his seat and sees nothing down below. Only people walking and a bright street. Fuck, what is he suppose to tell Noct if his friend is dead under his eye-
“Chill out there little man, here.” Yamachang passes a bottle of soda to the stunned Gladio. “The baby chocobo grew up in this very neighbourhood. If anything he knows this place like the back of his hand.”
“I-whua-Huh??” Gladio is not okay as Pelna guides him back from the edge and returns to the table, where the loud glaives pulls him back into their boisterous supper.
“Wonder how long before they all find out?” Crowe mutters to Libertus, chewing on a skewer thoughtfully.
“I bet never.” Libertus laughs and drinks.
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A few days afterwards, after lots of coaxing and promises ( because a prince cannot bribe his subjects ), Noctis finally convinces his best friend to come by his place for a sleepover for the weekend. Prompto is unsure but still swings by anyway, and finds the two other young nobles already there making themselves comfortable. Which is surprising considering everything happening lately.
Noctis pulls Prompto into a new game, setting up the console while Gladio passes the blond a box. All containing his old things and Iris’ unwanted toys. A clear effort to extend an olive branch to the teen. Ignis passes the snacks and pillows into a comfy nest where the boys all pile up for the night. The four basking in the warmth and camaraderie of fellow friends.
Suddenly, in that moment everything clicks into place for Prompto. As if things are how it should be once more in familiarity and comfort. Almost like a nostalgic reunion by a campfire.
The world just seems right again.
Which only last for 4 whole hours when Noctis hears the familiar pitter pattering of paws. Except the raven haired prince is surprised to see not just one, but two dogs at his door. Umbra paws at his feet patiently while to his amazement, Pryna ignores him completely. The white dog makes her way in like she owns the apartment and makes herself comfortable in his best friend’s lap. Prompto chirps out a happy thanks and takes his yellow journal filled with chocobo stickers from Pryna, oblivious to the stunned individuals in the room.
“Wait… What?” Noctis finally blurts out once he snaps out of his thoughts.
“What?” Prompto finally looks up from his reading.
“WHAT?!”
“WHAT??”
Turns out, in all the years of writing, Luna have never mentioned Prompto by name at all out of respect for her shy penpal and his privacy. While Noct was too occupied by life and his best friend lately to write much to his old friend up till recently where he finally tells her of Prompto. For that, Luna decides that there is no shame in being childish for once, so she sends off her dogs on their way and waits. Everything just seems incredulous in itself from start to finish. Noctis immediately goes into a meltdown, muttering traitors under his breath as he watch Umbra clamour onto the blond’s lap together with Pryna. To say that they are baffled is an understatement as Ignis and Gladio watch Noctis stare at Luna’s dogs gives Prompto all of their affection.
——-
LUNA WHY??
HI LUNA!
Luna laughs, free and filled with joy as she shows Gentiana the photo of the boys and the dogs. Fate has a funny way of making things come around it seems.
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When they do find out that Prompto Argentum is actually Prompto Leonis, it was a long while before the realisation sets in after the Fall. As they get the wounded settled, scrambling to gather the remaining loyal glaives and guards, keeping check on the evacuated civilians, all while trying to regroup In the silence of the night. The shock comes as their blond haired friend helps the Marshal tend to Nyx, who was in discomfort and recovering from stasis on a crumbly mattress in a corner in Cid’s bunker.
Ignis is the first, as he passes by and hears the whisper of “here, dad.” and in his surprise, drops the duvets he has bundled in his arms.
“I beg your pardon?” the advisor whips around and stares at the family of three, two pairs of eyes blinks back at him blankly.
“Huh?” Prompto turns to his friend.
“I must be out of sorts, for I think I just heard you call the Marshal, ‘Dad’?” Ignis breathes incredulously at the trio while the rest looks over to the commotion in the room. Luna gasps softly as she watches on. A quiet “oooeuhhh” comes from the direction of Regis but thats not important now to Noctis who is openly staring at his friend and the older Leonis he had known for his whole life.
“Errr, yeah? He’s my dad? Like, they are my dads?” Prompto chirps back innocently and until the bizarre question finally sinks in, “…Ohhhh. OH, right.”
Gladio audibly makes a noise akin to a dying behemoth.
Everything strangely clicks.
Ignis Stupeo Scientia then struggles with the disbelief that he had once called the Marshal ‘deplorable and a disappointment’ to his face. The young advisor is positively certain he will never recover from the trauma. Whereas Gladio is just wondering how is he even still alive, though an injured Clarus resting on Cid’s couch scoffs a “barely” at his first born in disdain.
Noctis is thinking how is it possible they had never met as toddlers considering everything.
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In their journey after the Fall to find the Astrals and Royal Arms to save Insomnia and Eos, a small disagreement rose between Luna and Noctis. As they settle down to make camp at a Haven, both sides insisting they met Prompto first though by different means. Gladio wisely makes himself scarce as he sets up the tents. While the boy in question sheepishly slips away from the two royal heirs to help Iggy with dinner instead. Pryna and Umbra simply paws at the gunslinger expectantly for extra food.
As they relax and dig into their meal, Noctis receives a text and starts laughing a few seconds later, shoving the phone into Luna’s face in glee. The rest of the boys become curious and crowds around the device to take a peek.
Apparently in his competitive need to win, the prince had texted the King himself for assistance. Which came in the form of a blurry old pixelated video of a raven haired toddler chewing the cheek of a very unhappy blond baby crying for his Da. The sound of Regis laughing clearly in the background can be heard while a young Marshal is seen, trying to pacify the bawling toddler near towards the end of the clip.
Well. There’s that, Prompto suppose.
