Goddess of mpreg, found family & bittersweet

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Prompto had been the first to meet Lord Sephiroth.  

He had been hiding out in Fenrir’s stall in the stables. His mother’s chocobo’s stall the one place he reliably could be alone.  

Fenrir had a reputation as a cranky bull of a Chocobo which caused most of the stable staff to happily leave him to Cloud’s care rather than insisting it was beneath someone of his station. Prompto’s dad had used to joke that Cloud had managed to win over the affection of Fenrir by outstubborning the bird after an initial mistaken identity for being a Chocobo hen and potential mate. Cloud would always roll his eyes and shove Zack away at it, telling Prompto that his dad was full of shit and Fenrir just preferred his solitude. The memory now one twinged with sadness with Zack now dead.  

Fenrir never had a problem with Prompto’s presence in his stall. Contently sitting in the corner eating his greens as Prompto sat against the wall of it. But Prompto had always given Fenrir his space, unlike Vanitas who had been pecked more than a fair share by their mother’s bird after trying to gain his attention.  

Fenrir lifted his head when the doors to the stable had gone open, letting out an unhappy squark as an unfamiliar voice started to order the stable hands around. Prompto had let his curiosity get the better of him, creeping long the edges of the wooden stalls until the underbelly of a black Chocobo came into view, its rider standing beside it.  

The man’s clothes were finer than even Prompto’s family were. Going by the constant additions of ‘my lord’ to every sentence uttered by the stable staff it was more than fitting on the man’s station. Fine black leather that barely creaked when he moved.  

The man possessed long silver hair. The only person Prompto could think of that had hair of a similar length was Aerith and he had only seen that once when she happened to have her veil off while visiting his parents, not down and out like the man wore it. The hair swinging around him as he turned his head to give orders for what his chocobo needed.   

The man has sharp green eyes Prompto learned when his gaze suddenly swings to look down at him.  

Prompto took a step back in shock, his foot catching on a bucket and causing him to fall.  

“Oh!”  

His wrist was suddenly grabbed and he was pulled back to his feet by the stranger. It not a gentle act but it wasn’t rough, just a sharp tug and his wrist only let go of once he found his feet under him again.  

“Ah- thank you,” Prompto said with an awkward bow. It was clear this man was someone important and it was only polite to bow when in the presence of someone of a higher social class.  

The man’s gaze watched him closely. Examining him as if every feature must be catalogued. 

Prompto gave an awkward laugh at it because he knew his bow probably wasn’t up to scratch, but surely he could be forgiven given the circumstances.  

“You must be Prompto,” the man said.  

“Ah, yes, yes that’s me,” Prompto answered and the man’s gaze somehow turned even more scrutinizing. As if he was trying to find something in Prompto’s features that will answer some big mystery of the world.  

“You look like your mother,” the man said finally and Prompto doesn’t know if was meant he found what he was looking for or not.  

“Er.” Prompto had never figured out how he is meant to answer when people pointed that out. It seemed to happen more than with Ven and Roxas and they looked even more like Cloud did than Prompto. And there was never the hint of accusation when it was said about Prompto’s younger brothers, only him.  

The man had said it as if it was a mere statement of fact.  

“I am sorry to hear about what happened to your father,” the man said. Meeting Prompto’s eyes with his words as if he is trying to impress on him just how sorry he was. A grief heavy on features that it looked almost foreign to. “He was a good man.”  

“Oh, uh, thank you.” Prompto said with another awkward bow. He was still not sure how he was meant to respond to the constant condolences people were giving him and his brother’s but he felt like it was his job to be the one handling them as the eldest of Zack’s children. It was why he had chosen to hide out with Fenrir – a Chocobo can’t tell you how amazing your recently deceased father was.  

The man gave a nod at it, turning his head to look back towards the main doors of the stables towards the main castle.  

“I will be staying for a bit. There is much I need to discuss with your mother. Ensure they look after my Chocobo,” the man said before heading out and heading towards the main castle halls.  

“Okay! Bye!” Prompto called after him.