#It can be the simply damn thing and he'd just get mad LMAO

[astrxlfinale]

[Gallagher]: My dad told me a joke about boxing. [Gallagher]: I guess I missed the punch line. [Gallagher]: :p

For a moment the instant actually caught him. Somehow, that alien concept of family to him was met, and it held the opportunity to be freely mentioned by someone with their fair shot of life experience. The usual inclinations were stunned, balled up, and wholly prepared to be tossed in the metaphorical trash.

In a sense of irony, everything but family was actually thought about in a land where 'The Family' held dominion. Within a sea of dreams that reign from multiple shades of the human soul, it left Caelus curious in how so little attention was given to that moniker. With all of the festivities, attractions, being the home to his beloved Clockie. Why wasn't that the case..?

"Boxing. Was his old man a coach? Pssh. Might've made him a run away if the lessons were too off the cuff... uff."

His nostrils immediately flared as DISTASTE began to wrack through Caelus's naturally owned mortal coil.

Punch line.

.....

He could fucking feel the ECKS DEE all the way from where he stands.

[Caelus]: DID HE EVER TEACH THE LEFT, RIGHT GOODNIGHT?

[Caelus]: I HEAR IT'S A CLASSIC.

[Caelus]: DUDE DID YOU LITERALLY JUST MORPH INTO YOUR DAMN DAD!?

[Caelus]: THESE ARE HORRIBLE

[Caelus]: --I can save this. Look. That sucked. So many of these suck! How about I invite you to Boulder Town if ya enjoy the ring?

[Caelus]: I swear if you make a pun out of that too. QUIT MAKING ME SEE THESE.

@avaere

[confiscatedpeaches]

can i request william brat taming reader?? afab plss and i LOVE your writing!! tysm!!

ofc!! thank you so much for the complement! I love the thought of William brat taming, I bet he'd be really good at it. (Also this lowkey turned into a really long fic lmao so I AM going to write a part 2 tomorrow aaaah)

Minors DNI, TW: bdsm dom/sub bratty!reader, reader is wearing a collar, use of restraints

Afton comes home from work and it has NOT been a good day.

You knew the signs; the sound of his car door slamming, his shoes practically stomping onto the pavement below, and swearing as he fumbled for his keys. Today was not a good day at work for Mr. Afton. He was positively furious about something, and you knew he was going to take all of his frustration out on you. Of all the days you could have chosen to be a brat, this should not have been one of them.

You look into the living room and find him pacing furiously, muttering something to himself about "Henry" and "those god-damned parents". Noticing you out of the corner of his eye, he turns to look at you.

"You. Come over here right now."

You fold your arms. Why should you come over, when it's so adorable to watch him pace his way into a hole in the rug? Absolutely not. Part of you loved when he was like this, the angrier he got, the more fun he would have with you later.

"Awe my little whore thinks she's in charge. Get over here, now."

You should have listened. Really, you should have. But you just couldn't help your bratty ass now could you. Instead, you decide to commit the worst sin according to your Mr. Afton, you stick out your tongue.

He scoffed, his face getting redder. His head cocked to the side.

"You're feeling brave today aren't you love? Keep it up and see what happens."

God, you loved how his accent became thicker with rage. Sometimes you could barely understand the man. Watching him unravel into a mess of words and animalistic sounds drove you absolutely mad. Seeing him lose himself in you was such a thrill. You really, really should give in now, before this became much worse.

"Oh? What are you gonna do to me Mr. Afton? Are you gonna punish me?" You mocked.

He scowled and crossed his arms. You could practically see steam rising from out his ears.

"Yes, I am actually. Now get over here and let me spank you for being such a naughty little bunny."

Even after he raised his voice, you continue to refuse.

"Do I have to come and get you myself darling?"

A grin spread across your face. Was he challenging you? Oh yes, he was definitely challenging you. You were going to make him work for this. Excitement bubbles within you.

"I'd love to see you try, catch me if you can!"

You dash down the corridor and turn down one of the side halls. You hear a very loud British man begin raving and screaming behind you

"Oh you little---!

Laughter fills your ears. Your laughter, of course, but also Will's. He was laughing manically. It dawns on you that you have fucked up, big time. It was one thing for him to simply get mad and dominate you, but for him to start laughing? That's when you knew he had something truly terrible planned for you. You had to hide and wait for him to calm down, asap.

His footsteps were getting louder, closer. Turning down yet another corridor (his house is weirdly arranged, and you often find yourself lost in it), you flick on the lights and run into the basement. He has so much junk in there, there is no way he'd be able to find you if you tucked yourself away in there well enough.

Sitting in the back corner, you find the perfect place. You manage to hide yourself behind an animatronic you haven't seen him work on in ages. Holding your breath, you wait.

His footsteps stop at the top of the basement stairs. Shit, he must have seen you run into there. His ragged breath and laughter echo down the stairs, reverberating on the basement walls. He has really lost it this time.

Then, he does something unexpected. He takes a few steps down the stairs, before shutting the door behind him and flicking off the lights.

He has you trapped. You're so unfamiliar with the basement that there is no way you'd be able to navigate your way out of there without making a sound, or god forbid, bumping into him.

"Come out come out wherever you are." He sings.

Dear lord, he was feeling absolutely villainous. You knew he could be sadistic, but you've never seen him like this. You heard him shuffle, what could he be doing? Is he searching for you? Fear and arousal pool inside you.

"Aww come on little bunny, I thought you were being brave."

You could feel your heart beating in your ears. You didn't know how long you could hold or hide your breath, especially with how hot and bothered you were getting.

"Little bunny, where are you? I know you're in here. If you come out now I pinkie promise not to punish you.... too harshly."

That liar, you knew this was a fake-out. He isn't stupid enough to believe that would do the trick. You would wait him out, see who could last longer. A growing part of you wanted to submit, face the consequences, and end the torture early, but the rest of you was stubborn and wanted to see how far you could take this. You were already in deep shit, why not make it worse?

"Sweetheart... I can see you, you know."

What? There's no way, it's almost pitch black in here. Can this motherfucker see in the dark or something?!

"You're hiding behind that animatronic, I can see your feet. I can hear your breathing too love. Come out now, be a good girl."

Shit. He had you dead-to-rights. All of the stubbornness deflated out of you like a popped balloon. He won, you lost, and he knows it. You hate how wet this is making you. You wanted to win this time, but there's a reason he's the dom and you're the brat. He's just so much cleverer and smarter than you. You stood no real chance.

"Don't you want to be a good girl for Mr. Afton? Really now, I can see you curled up back there. Crawl out like the pathetic little loser you are. I'm not coming to get you this time."

The urge to submit builds within you. You know you shouldn't make this any worse for yourself. Reluctantly, you slide out from your secure hiding place. A light illuminates your figure. You see him sitting on the second to last step of the staircase, flashlight in hand.

"Ah, there you are. Come over here, now."

Before you can resist, you find yourself walking towards him. You were too tired to fight anymore.

"Good girl, now get on your knees."

You obey. His hand thrusts towards you and grabs you by your collar.

"Gotch'ya you little bitch! How dare you disrespect me?! You stupid little whore, there's at least a dozen animatronics down here, I just guessed you were hiding behind one! It's time to face the consequences doll."

(Part 2 coming tomorrow -- am too tired to write more tonight.)

[koishua]

─────── 𝐄𝐍𝐇𝐘𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔

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─────── 𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆

they are so cute so you don't mind the mess 😔

he would be ecstatic to spend some time with your little toddler of a cousin that your aunt had left you to take care of while she was away to run some errands but would soon come to realize that.... taking care of a child was so much more difficult than he thought 😶

god he had amazing stamina given that he is an idol and danced a lot but nothing could have ever prepared him for the tornado that was your cousin 😭💔

literally would be running left and right on your little cousin's tail to catch him before he'd break anything else while you try to tidy up the mess they had created along the way lmao

↘ rest of the members are under the cut!

─────── 𝐉𝐀𝐘

supposedly "not an expert"

he is so damn knowledgeable it's crazy like?? he would absolutely be such a helpful person to have around like omg he would even know how to pass a baby's gas 🧍

though his patience might get tested quite a bit with rambunctious children, he could never get mad. like, ever 💔

he thinks that children are just adorable. he would be so whipped and would let your niece hold his finger with her tiny little chubby hands 😭😭

─────── 𝐉𝐀𝐊𝐄

tries his best and that's all that matters

honestly you don't even know if you should even call him bc jake and children do not mix well with each other. not much anyways 💀

i mean, he would be ready to help you out in any way possible but nothing would quite work out the way you hope it would pfft—

if anything, you'd have to console him at times, because he would be that stressed out and maybe even intimidated by the kids 😭🤚

─────── 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐍

it's something worse than a disaster 😐

you would have expected a better performance than what he would display tbh like dude it's such a mess 😭

he would try. he really would‼️but the odds are simply always against him. you would attempt to bake some simple chocolate chip cookies with them, but before you could even blink, the kitchen would blow up

figuratively ofc but it might've as well just been literally 💀

you'd literally have to forbid sunghoon and your nephew from ever entering the kitchen ever again and would have to scold both of them like a mom istg

─────── 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐎𝐎

more useful than what you had initially thought

never in a million years would you have thought that sunoo would be this good with kids?? my man is an absolute lifesaver omg 🥴

literally is so entertaining and always keeps your two little siblings' attention on him and the game they'd be playing.

the kids are totally hooked on him too y'all no one can resist him and his cute clownery. he would clap one time and one time only and all eyes would be on him, waiting for anything he'd have to say

it's like they loved him more than they did you 💔💔

─────── 𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐖𝐎𝐍

bless his helpful soul ;-; it hurts to see how adorable he is with your twin nieces :')

you'd each hold one of the sisters in your arms and play with them for a while, acting out little funny skits with jungwon to make them burst into laughter

he'd ask lots of questions just to make sure he wasn't doing anything wrong >:(

chaos would pretty much never ensue unlike with jakehoon 🥱 and things would always be just the perfect mix of calm and lighthearted

the only time the house would shake with the nieces' protesting screams would be when he'd accidentally mix up one of their favourite character's name and the two little girls would get so offended lmao

tsk tsk 😔

─────── 𝐍𝐈-𝐊𝐈

a guaranteed headache package

he would somehow convince your younger brother to join forces with him and tease you every two damn seconds. they'd blow raspberries at you too ew 😭🤚

absolute menaces and their favourite pastime while you did some small chores around the house would be pranking you 😐

god sometimes you'd wonder who the actual toddler was lmao

it's take every ounce and drop of patience in you not to dropkick the two into the stratosphere but somehow you manage to hold out just enough till your parents arrive back home again with the groceries 🧍

© KOISHUA 2022, ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

[tokyoghoose]

am i more than you bargained for?

pairing: tetsuro kuroo x reader

playlist: heather - conan gray*, 4ever - clairo, line without a hook - ricky montgomery, melting - kali uchis, slow dancing in the dark - joji, using you - mars argo, she - ed sheeran, make you feel my love - adele, letter home - childish gambino, she's casual - the hunna, i love you so - the walters, notice me (acoustic) - role model, red dress - postcard boy

warnings: angst and lots of it, mentions of sex, mentions self-shaming of image, very breif mention of anxiety attacks

summary: a romantic comedy without the comedy between friends with benefits

announcements!

kuroo is definitely a little ooc in this lmao buuuut this is my first like fic fic in like two years. Im still trying to get back in the groove of things and finding how to write personality again and not be repetitive with my wording. Feedback is welcome!

requests are open! feel free to send them in! i will write for pretty much any anime ive seen and if i haven't seen it, ill watch it! the only reasons i wouldn't is if im uncomfortable or can't write the character. :)

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When did relationships become so difficult? The days of making friends on the playground were over and it seemed to hit everyone at the same age. Life was getting harder and people were getting older, and suddenly everything was difficult. Nothing came easy anymore and everyone had to adjust to that.

But now you were just confused.

Tetsuro kuroo stuck to you like glue since middle school. Where one of you went the other was likely to follow. The righthand man, the double trouble duo, and the bane of kenma's existence. And then things got complicated. Strangers to friends to best friends to lovers— friends with benefits. Who would've thought the boy that you played volleyball with on a whim would've become the man who you grew fond of. Sixth grade you would've kicked yourself for the feelings you're experiencing. Oh how you wished you were back in the park that started it all. You wished you could warn your youngerself what's to come.

The realization hit you like a ton of bricks and it made you want to throw up at the thought.

It started in the first year of highschool when you suddenly noticed the shine in his eyes when he talked passionately about something like volleyball or the way he would furrow his brows when concentrated on his assignments. At first it was endearing, really. But the more you hung around him, the stronger the butterflies felt. It was obvious that he had grown into his lanky body. His legs were proportionate to his torso now and his once scrawny arms didn't hang limply at his sides anymore. He had muscle and height now. Gradually you started to notice little things about him that you would never have seen in other people. Like his lopsidded smile that crinkled the corner of his eyes and brought heat to your cheeks, your stomach launching into your chest when he'd bump shoulders and laugh.

You should've just smacked yourself silly then and there when you started to wonder if he noticed little things about you. Does he think of me like i think of him?

Who knew feelings could be so...perplexing. You moved on, shrugging off the crush in your second year to catch bigger and better fish in the sea. Life moved on and you dated other people, simply remaining friends with kuroo. Little did you know one heartbreak would lead you into his bed, playing in the sheets by the end of the year.

He was just so damn compelling. His laughter and his jokes. You fell for it all over again. Deja vu. Stupid kuroo.

———

The third of highschool had been the breaking point. It was a constant cycle of feeling, fucking, and falling in and out of love with the raven haired boy. It was frustrating, especially when he was so damn oblivious. The only person that seemed to catch on was kenma, but he was very little help when it came to pushing away the domestic thoughts. It would never just work out because you wanted it to because tetsuro was dumb.

It's a chilly day out, the sun nice against your skin but the wind was drastic in comparison. Shivers are sent up and down your spine, you wrap your arms around yourself in a hug. Could this boy take any longer? Foot tapping against the pavement, you heave a sigh, nostils flaring impatiently before you spot the tall athlete. With a girl. A girl?

You'd seen her around before and you vaguely remember thinking she resembled the main love interest in a 90s movie or a bratz doll. She's pretty and has a light, airy laugh. Kuroo must've told her a joke of some kind, but he definitely wasn't funny enough for her to have her hands all over his chest. He's giving her a toothy grin and soft eyes. It makes you want to gag.

Who was she anyway?

Not that it mattered because in that moment the fit of rage your body suddenly flug itself into prevented you from hearing anything. Kuroo's pulling off his pullover and drapping it over the pretty girl's shoulders. You can feel your eye twitch and fibgers tingle. He looks bashful as he waves her goodbye and tragically, you don't feel nearly as pretty as you had been feeling. Now all you wanted to do was sink into the ground below you and possibly into another dimension—or at least the other side of the world.

"She's pretty," is the first thing that comes out of your mouth when he comes over, slouching with his hands in the pockets of his shorts. He had practice this afternoon, you remember. He looks over at you with raised brows, almost like he's surprised yoy said anything or even noticed he was talking to another girl before walking towards the gym with you trailing close behind.

"Yeah she is, I guess."

She's prettier than me.

"You guess? Kuroo, you gave her your sweater."

He shrugs sheepishly, a light pink dusting his cheeks and it makes you mad of uncharacteristic the act is. You resist the urge to roll your eyes.

"It's just polyester. It's not a big deal."

The conversation suddenly drops as you pause, apparently very hurt that he didn't remember it was you who gave him the sweater in the first place. He turns around, a questioning look on his face.

"What? Are you jealous?" He teases.

You're fuming at his attempt to be playful. Maybe you were overreacting, but it pangs your chest to know he can brush it off so easily.

" Kuroo, that was my sweater. "

It's gritted through your teeth, eyes slotted into a glare and his face drops. Oh is all he can think as he stares at you and the hurt expression that quickly turns into that of annoyance and anger. You push past him, ultimately deciding not to walk him to the gym. His arm reaches out to catch you, but it falls short as he calls out in a whine, "I'll get it back for you, okay? Come on, y/n!"

———

You can't focus on the assignments in front of you no matter how hard you try. You are exsausted. Just wanting to crawl under the covers and sleep for maybe a thousand years, you stop tapping your oen against the paper to hyperfocus on the black dots that now littered the page. The music in the background pauses before coming back to life with the hum of a new song shuffling in. It's quiet and yet, it's overwhelming. You wish you weren't home alone now.

Hanging your head low on your desk, the carpet becoming of interest, you groan. The image of kuroo and that girl replaying in your head over and over like an endless movie. You'd have to give it a bad review if it ever ended.

You're focus is mainly on her though. Kuroo could get any girl he wants with his witt and charm. Not to mention he wasn't jusf handsome, but he's beautiful. Model material—movie character love interest type beat. He has the ability to make any heart swoon if he tries hadd enough, and that girl was no exception. She was more than pretty. She was stunning, even. It was like watching human barbie and ken flirt with one another. She seems so nice too and you can vaguely remember her helping you wish a couple answers on homework one morning. She's better than you and better for him. Is he sleeping with her too? Before you can answer your own question the doorbell rings, quickly followed by a knock at your door.

You look down at your pajamas, debating if you should pull on your robe or not, but ultimately deciding against it when the knocks come again.

"Im coming, I'm coming. What do you wan- kuroo?"

When you open the door, you immediately get the urge to shut it right in his perfect little face, and you begin to before his hand slams against it in protest to push it open wider. He juts out his lip into a pout and his eyes soften into ones pleading like a puppy dog. You huff and avoid eye contact, instead taking intrest in the bad he was carrying.

"What's that?"

"Stuff. I'd be happy to show you if you let me in."

"Sorry, tetsuro, no can do. You haven't returned my sweater. "

He scoffs and rolls his eyes before shoving something bulky into your arms. You're not sure if you should be happy he actually got it back or upset that he had to see her again to get it. Finally looking up at him, you move to the side so he can step in.

"You know, you don't have to be jealous that i gave another girl a sweater. You're my number one, y/n." He's teasing, but his words still send the butterflies in your stomach crazy. You can only hope he means it, even if just a little.

"I'm not jealous. You can sleep with whoever you want, kuroo. We're just best friends—if anything im your wingman. "

You want to hit yourself on the head. Why would you say that?

He snickers at the rebuttle, coming to loom over you. Apparently the only thing that can get you out of your head is his cologne because it somehow invaded your senses. He smells expensive, like nice leather and fire wood during the winter. It's very manly, you note. His shadow hovers over yours as he traps you between him and the counter with a playful smirk on his face. How smug could he get. He leans down, bringing your chin up between his thumb and finger. You hadn't realized how close he was until now. Since when did you get so nervous around him? Why did it make you nervous when he kissed you all of a sudden? It's unfair that he holds the advantage. Heat rises to your cheeks and the tips of your ears and you're positive he can hear the beating of your heart, which was currently trying to break out of your chest.

His lips take you to paradise, as always. Their soft against your own, yet firm. They're slightly chapped and they taste like spearmint. It makes your head fuzzy because they feel so right, even when you wish they felt wrong. You want to pull away and kick him out, and end thjs whole arrangement, but you're already very familiar with the fact it's just beginning.

———

The bed is warm. So warm, in fact, it feels like your suffocating. The sheets tangle around your limbs, strangling you as you tangle your limbs around kuroos. You almost want to cry, and if you were anywhere else— with anyone else —you probably would have. The heat is unbearable and the one sided tension makes your stomach churn and your throat tighten up. You were almost positve an anxiety attack was coming on.

Taking a deep breath through your nose, you close your eyes as kuroo's nimble fingers soothe circles into your shoulder blade idly and yet somehow he manages to dodge the purple and red splotches blooming on the flesh. Suddenly you wish you didn't feel so safe and protected in his embrace. The moment almost tempts you to whisper sweet nothings into his ear, but you don't deserve to be the person who does that because you aren't his person. Best friend, maybe (next to Kenma, if anything) but, you aren't his person no matter how you long to be. You're just a friend in his bed having a good time. It isn't as fun anymore.

You swallow a lump in your throat, flattening your hand against his broad chest and willing yourself to lift up out of his grasp, his fingers falling smoothly to stop between your shoulder blades. Looking down at him, he presents you with the soft, goofy look on his face that he always adorns. God, there's nothing you wouldn't give to wake up beside him every morning and kiss that lopsided grin off his face. It hurts to think about, and another wave of tears try to force their way past your lash line. You blink them away and put on a soft, one-sided smile for the man below you, giving him a quick peck where his jaw and neck meet before shrugging his hands off and climbing out of bed.

His eyes track you, lazily hooded and watching, as you take the sheet with you to cover yourself, grabbing your shorts and whatever top you were wearing but a few hours ago before everything was strewn about. You shy away from his gaze, but it's nothing he hasn't seen before. He shifts in the bed to face your back, elbow propped up to lay his head in his hand. With an uncharacteristically soft tone, you almosf don't head him when he speaks. The words that come from him are like honey, yet raw. It's enough to make anyones knees buckle and crawl back into bed.

"Are you okay?"

There's a slight hint of concern there, just hardlg scrapping the surface of the question. You nod with a hum, throwing on the loose shirt before facing him. Kuroo's brow raises like he doesn't quite believe you, but he doesn't take the question further and instead turns to get out of bed. You gnaw at your lip, taking your turn to watch him stretch out. His back has red streaks messily placed down it from his shoulders to the base, his biceps matching. His hair is messy and not like the normal bed head he sports, parts of it are spiked up from fingers constantly pushing through it, while other parts are laid flat from sweat. You can't help the thought that he's sculpted by the gods. They definitely took their time on him. Scoffing at yourself and shaking the thoughts free from your head, you head to the bathroom. As if the bed wasn't suffocating enough, just being the same room was found to be worse when he looks like that. At this point, it was preferred he stayed under the covers.

You feel stupid while looking in the mirror. Your mascara from earlier had smudged beneath your waterline, clumping together in the corner. Your nose curls at the sight, hands splashing cool water at your face, rubbing at your eyes. With a sigh you lean your elbows on the sink, pushing back hair and looking down at the water going into the drain.

This is ridiculous.

How on earth could you do this to yourself and to kuroo?

There's a knock on the bathroom door, it's light and gentle in the typical kuroo fashion because he doesn't want to spook you. You purse your lips, digging the palms of your hands into your eyes and heaving a sigh. As soon as you open the door and switch places, you're up and out of his apartment without saying goodbye.

The cool air of outside hits your face and you hadn't noticed the tears until the damp chill shook you. Brushing them away, you head home. You didn't want to be around him and you certainly didn't want to think about him. On the way back, you finally decided you weren't going to tell him anything. What would dumb tetsuro know about it anyway.

[moonraccoon-exe]

thou must have pity for Clarus during Noct's baby days. Regis was not only a doting father who would baby talk and coo at Noctis's adorableness, but Clarus had to keep Regis in his sights at all times or else he'd be halfway across the citadel in the blink of an eye because he spotted a baby outside. the man, who is the King, top level royalty and importance, is a small child always wandered off to look at smaller children. This is how Clarus loses his hair. he loves Regis, truly. This poor man

Hahahahahahahahahahhahahahahha!!!

By the name of The Most Sacred and Most Illuminated Moon Prince Coonie the Adorable and Magnificent, I declare this as canon. Square Enix can say nothing about it or oppose, it’s the Garbage’s Prince’s word and it’s official and I oppose to any opposition to making this canon.

I have always pictured that mostly during youth but this goes on for longer, Regis is an hyperactive little mess that comes and goes everywhere because he’s, as you state, a small child all of his life, and he’s curious here and curious there and excited about this and about that and can we please go there omg pls can we go there.

It has never helped that Regis always had some sort of authority over others, that did but grow with the years. So Regis wants to go somewhere, he will damn go there, whether you want it or not, because he can and he wants and he can’t resist because “did you see that, omg, I want to touch”.

I am hopelessly, utterly, desperately in love with the idea that Regis is a children man, as in, he’s desperately in love with babies and toddlers and he wants to carry every single one that he sees and make funny faces at all of them and “omg so adorable can I hug this child, ma’am? So chubby and adorbs, you so cute hhfgdngdjndfg”. He kind of has the face of that sort of man, absolutely devoted to kids in a Papa way that just turns him into an absolute mess.( ´ ▽ ` ).♡

There’s King Regis, getting distracted mid-speech on TV because “HELLO THERE BABY BOY HIIIII :3″. There’s prince Regis visiting one of the towns during the war 30 years ago, talking serious matters when “OMG IS THAT YOUR KID, CAN I HUG HER? :3″. There’s Shield Clarus, Crownsguard Cor, old friend Cid and companion Weskham, desperately and frantically running up and down and side to side across all of Altissia because “WE LOST THE PRINCE, WHERE IS THE PRINCE, WHAT IF HE WAS KIDNAPPED, REGIS WHERE TF ARE YOU”. And, of course, there’s prince Regis, sat in the middle of a public square, letting all the kids paint his face and put flowers on his hair while he makes all of them laugh.

This man made of adorableness.

And then, of course, there’s Regis only getting worse after Noctis is born, because GODS, HE’S OBSESSED WITH HIS SON, he has always adored children and babies AND THIS ONE IS HIS OWN HNFDNNGFDGNF, so his Papa mode has grown A KAZILLION TIMES.

So this has his Papa alert and senses and mode activated and super strong all the time. It’s simply natural that he beelines towards every baby and kid he sees, THE MAN CAN’T RESIST IT, IT’S IN HIS NATURE, HE WANTS TO SQUEEZE THOSE ROUND FACES AND HEAR THOSE BABY LAUGHS PLS.

No damn wonder Clarus lost his hair rather than shaved it off! 

Omg, I just thought both cases woud be hilarious. On a side, it’s hilarious that Clarus loses his hair out of stress from having to chase Regis everywhere all the time since their youth and it only gets worse the older they get, and it’s hilarious to think Clarus decided to cut his hair himself because he tends to pull from it every time Regis drives him mad in stress and what is the point of hair if he’s pulling from it all the time, dammit.

Ahahahahhaha!

Regis, that adorable adult toddler, I love him.

Poor Clarus, indeed, though! He had to accompany Regis to the war in their youth, stressing to protect him in the battlefield but also stressing having to chase him around because THIS PRINCE CAN’T UNDERSTAND THE MEANING OF “STOP”, and he’s warping everywhere he sees and running places and climbing things and Regis can yoU PLEASE NOT DO THAT YOU’RE RISKING YOUR LIFE SENSELESSLY DO YOU NOT HAVE COMMON SENSE, but Regis is just SO EXCITED AND CURIOUS.

And we have to add to it that Clarus also has to chase him and find him whenever the young prince is hopping from place to place because “GASPS there’s a baby there!”, “Ohmygod Clarus look it’S A BABY THERE”, “CLARUS IT’S A KINDERGARTEN FIELD TRIP THER-”

And then it only continues for a whole decade, until Regis has his own son.

And then it only gets twice the worse having to chase this king around.

He’s late to meetings, interruptnig his speeches, running outside the Citadel without guards, secretly inviting all the kindergartens to the Citadel for “recreative field trips” without telling anyone else, carrying with some random baby (when he’s not bringing his) during meeting Councils and your Majesty where did you get that child and whose is it omg you can’t just steal babies (don’t worry, he’s not stealing them lmao).

And Clarus is behind there, chasing him, running after him, trying for Regis to not accidentally end up dead because he’s warping from too high up or running straight into the streets with not a single guard because HAVE YOU SEEN THIS MAN RUN TO CATCH UP WITH A TODDLER OMG IT’S IMPOSSIBLE TO CATCH UP WITH HIM.

Imagine Regis in like the tenth floor pacing around being nagged by Clarus because of putting his kingly duties off at times and being this running careless mess.

“-I’m telling you all this jsut because I care about you, Regis. You can get mad at me if you want. But all I’m saying is that if you want to say hello to a toddler, you can’t just run into the streets like that. I know you can look after yourself, but we’re in the middle of a war, Niflheim is after you, not the kingdom, because they know they’ll have the kingdom if they can have you, and you just run into the streets like that, so careless? Regis, I don’t want anything to happen to you, both as a Lucian and as your friend. It’s personal to me. And I’m-…you better be listening to me, Regis Lucis Cae-”

Clarus just turned around to see why Regis is so quiet.

All that he finds is the blue silhouette of the king who just warped off the window of the tenth floor to the damn outside of the Citadel grounds and is currently running after a man that’s walking with five toddlers.

This is the moment Clarus gestures to grab his hair and pull from it out of stress and exasperation and panic and asdjkjddlflasdjhgs.

So good he lost all of it by this point, honestly, he’d just harm himself from all that pulling.

(PS: now Clarus has to run ten floors down because he can’t warp like Regis, ahahahhaa)

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