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Baby girl @mzargentum requested “As the wise Scooby Doo said; ‘Ruh-Roh’.” with her perfection of her OC Muerlin Zephyr, my special little Elf-ling <3 I love you baby Muerlin!
A/N: Haven’s seen much of OC stories lately..Pretty sad about it. Where are your babies guys? Wanna see more about your lovely Characters! So, anyway, this is an OC story. Like... duh. xD
Warnings: None | Words: 904 | Pairings: Promlin (Prompto x Muerlin), Gladix (Gladio x Six)
“So? What’d you get Muerlin?”
The glaive asked the blond, awaiting his response while looking at a hoodie her friend Muerlin had been drooling over for two whole months.
Pretty boy Prompto didn’t answer, his nervousness sending his attention all over the place.
“Prom?” Six asked, letting her hand stand on his spine “Are you alright, buddy?”
“What?” Prompto turned around to look at her, his sea blue eyes boring into her silver ones, feeling stupid at the worry that radiated from her.
“What’s wrong sunshine?” she lowered her voice.
“It’s Muerlin.” He let out a breath, running a gloved hand through his chocobo hair.
“Trouble in paradise?” Gladio joined in, standing next Six and placing a warm, loving kiss on her forehead before he smiled at her “Hi!”
“No!” Prompto whined, checking the screen of his phone again “I’ve called her like… five times. She won’t pick up!”
“That’s weird.” The glaive thought out loud.
“Why?” Gladio wondered, thinking to all the things Muerlin could be doing. She was a Queen after all. One that had decided to live with her clumsy boyfriend, yes, but still a Queen “She’s probably watching cartoons.”
“That’s the problem!” Prompto yelled a little louder that he should have, throwing his arms in the air in defeat and desperation.
“Alright, that’s it!” Six proclaimed, grabbing his arms and moving him back to the bench behind them “Sit down and tell me what you have done this time.”
The stares of both the Glaive and the Shield of the King sent a chill down the gunslinger’s spine as he gulped, thinking of the right words to say.
“I got her a present.” He started and Gladio let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding in. He was expecting something far worse than this excuse… until…
“The alive kind.” The words fell off his lips as a whisper and the Glaive run her hand down her face.
“By Shiva’s sparkly ass, what kind of an alive present?” she kept her eyes shut, awaiting for his answer.
“A kitty?” Prompto raised his eyebrows as he pouted the answer.
“You do realize she has a Behemoth for a pet, right?” Gladio huffed a laugh, obviously enjoying the scene in front of him a little too much.
“This is an actual kitty, dude. Small, cuddly and everything! Little fella even has spots!”
“Alright, so what’s the problem?” Six asked, convinced of the boy’s partial innocence.
“It was supposed to be a surprise, Six. For her birthday tomorrow!”
“You’re really upset over this aren’t ya?” Gladio run a hand through his hair as he looked at his girlfriend for an answer.
“Alright, fine.” Six sighed as she gave up her fight against his pouty charms “Let’s go save your chocobo butt.”
“Alright!” Prompto’s face lit up as he jumped in joy at her words “Momma Six to the rescue!”
…
The apartment Muerlin and Prompto shared wasn’t far away from the stores, so it only took them about fifteen minutes to reach it.
Fifteen minutes of Prompto trying to get a hold of his girlfriend.
No luck!
“Maybe Scooby Doo’s on.” Gladio tried to lighten the mood of his friend when he started walking faster; getting closer to the apartment block.
The couple didn’t see Prompto disappearing behind the entrance of the building, leaving them behind and running up the stairs.
Six warped after him, catching the door from closing and pushing herself inside the apartment.
Prompto was frozen, and once her eyes met with the scene in front of her, she was too.
Muerlin. The little silver-haired vixen, curled up in a warm blanket, making silly faces as she played around with her new pet and… lightning?
Her lagoon eyes fell upon the two most important people in her life and the lightnings disappeared as she jumped up and into Prompto’s arms.
“Hello ma bebeh!” she said in a childish voice as she planted small kisses all over his face with mighty enthusiasm.
“Momma Six! Promkin got me a baby coeurl!!”
Six smiled awkwardly at her sparkly eyes; she was so damn happy about it.
“I can see that.” The glaive side-eyed the blushing blond.
“Mind holding the door next ti- oh.” Gladio stopped mid-sentence, witnessing the little sparkles of light coming out of the “kitty”.
“Isn’t it awesome Gladdy?” Muerlin sat down next to the pup-coeurl again, showing it her own lightning tricks as the cub turned its head in interest.
Gladio didn’t say anything. He moved closer to where Six was still glaring daggers into Prompto and placed his hand on the kid’s shoulder “Prom? What in Ifrit’s flaming ass is this?” he asked, not a single emotion put behind his words.
As if by fate, Muerlin’s TV was on, and Gladio had been right. Scooby Doo was on, speaking words of wisdom, or so it seemed to Prompto.
“As the wise Scooby Doo said; ‘Ruh-Roh’.” Prompto mimicked the famous dog’s accent and Six lost all of herself into a heartfelt laugh.
“Sorry.” Prompto smiled awkwardly, looking at his exotic girlfriend and her new found pet.
“Hey, Scoob’s not going anywhere. He’s part of the family now.” Gladio patted him on the back, turning to look at Six, staring at Muerlin’s direction as a soft smile crept up on her lips.
“This is one weird family.” The glaive smiled, moving to sit down alongside them as the boys followed.
