Someone wrote in [community profile] ffxv_kinkmeme 2017-08-15 07:20 pm (UTC)

Fill 2: (1/?) Gen; Ignis and Gladio are both de-aged

Whelp, someone beat me to it. Oh well, can never not have enough fluff. Have some more Smol babies. :D

They should have known better than to have gone after a Malboro without knowing anything about it beforehand, especially when the damn thing employs an effect hardly ever seen before; and especially without having more than a half a dozen remedies on hand. But the thing spat out a nasty ooze at them, with Gladio and Ignis protecting their two younger companions from getting splattered. They finished off the monster after a bit and venture back to the car, but that’s when things start to take a turn for the worse. Both of the older men, known for hiding their ailments, become sluggish and begin to complain about feeling hot. Noct decides to take the wheel to allow Ignis a chance to relax in the back with Gladio, which both are quite grateful for. The two nod off relatively quickly, unnerving the younger two greatly especially when their companions faces become flush with the exception of their redden cheeks and sweat pools down their foreheads.

“Hey Noct, they’re not looking very good. Maybe we should head to Meldancio and let them rest before going to see Randolph.”

Noctis glances in the mirror at his friends and then nods. “Yeah.”

They head to the Hunter HQ, finding the older men weakened to the point that Noct and Prompto had to all but carry them into the caravan; drag with Gladio since he felt like a dead Garula. The two remaining young men sigh and head out to grab some curatives for their friends while also picking up something quick and easy to make since Ignis was in no shape to cook. But as they re-enter the caravan, they notice something very odd.

“Where are they?” Prompto asks, raising an eyebrow at the bodiless bed that both of the men were laid up on before they left, but now only contains their abandoned clothing and two small lumps under the blankets. “Oh shit, you don’t think that nasty stuff the Malboro spit on them made them go crazy and run off into the wilds naked?”

“Shit I hope not, I know Gladio wouldn’t care but Iggy would keel over from embarrassment.”

But a movement startles both men who reel back as the two lumps under the blankets begin to stir. They watch with terror as one of the lumps move towards the end of the bed and in flash, the covers are tossed upwards.

“Rawr!” a tiny little brunette roars out before giggling at the screaming men. “Ha ha, I scared yous!”

The two men look flabbergasted at the tiny boy, their brains slowly beginning to register what they are seeing exactly.

“What the hell is this!?” Noct freaks out, looking to the blonde.

“How the hell should I know!?” he says and looks at the boy curiously. “Glad-io?”

“That’s me!” the chubby faced little boy squeals and then pats at the bed. “Hey, hey. Come out, it’s safe.”

The other lump slowly makes it way down to the end before a tiny little head peeks out, wide green eyes looking around the room in fright before settling on the freckled blonde. His lower lip juts out and his eyes become teary as he reaches out towards him and whimpers.

“Hold, please?” his squeaky voice asks pitifully, made even cuter with his accent.

“Oh my gods it’s a naked baby Ignis!” Prompto doesn’t know whether he wants to grab his camera or just glomp the toddler but he does the later as the sandy blonde boy wiggles his stubby little fingers and gives an even bigger boo-boo lip. “Daww, all right, but let's get some clothes on you first.”

The tot waits patiently, his thumb in his mouth and bright green eyes watching the now elder boy intently as he paws through Ignis duffle.

“So you think this has something to do with the Malboro? I mean both of them got spat on and started not feeling well afterward, maybe this is some sort of adverse effect.”

“Possibly, I never heard of anything like this before. I just wonder is there a way to change them back. Like a bath or Remedies? Can’t really have them remain small like this, it’d be too dangerous.” Noctis looks to the older of the de-aged children who unabashedly runs laps around the bed in all his naked glory and then sighs. “Okay, settle down. We need to get you dressed too.”

“No.” the boy giggles out and begins jumping on the bed.

“Don’t tell me no, you need clothes on. Your junks flopping all around.”

No!” the four-year-old snaps and hops from the bed, running to the end of the caravan. “No clothes!”

“Ugh, Gladio get over here!” Noct snaps and stalks over only to have the little boy dive between his legs and skitter to the other end. “Seriously!?”

The Prince looks over with jealousy at Prompto, who seems to have gotten the good one of the two as Ignis obediently puts his arms up as a gray cotton shirt is put on him, and is then scooped up and cuddled lovingly.

“Who would have thought stuffy ol’ Iggy was such a cute little cuddle bug.” the blonde coos as he tossles the boy’s cowlick and then nuzzles his cheek before the tot kisses his freckled cheek. “I think he likes me.”

“Yeah, great.” Noctis grumps and scowls as little Gladio jumps on the couch. “Guess I’m stuck with the Hellspawn.”

Noct removes his own shirt, finding it easier than digging through Gladio’s duffle and alerting the boy and slowly sneaks up to the oblivious little nudist. As quick as he can, Noctis snatches the shrieking toddler and pulls the shirt over his head but then gets a kick to the knee that causes him to drop the boy onto the couch while wincing. The miniaturized Gladio continues to howl loudly as he tosses the shirt off and runs to the other end while brandishing the shirt like a flag.

“Need some help there buddy?” Prompto chortles as he rocks baby Ignis, the boy staring around curiously with his thumb in his mouth once more.

“Please.” Noct whines with a huff.

Prompto goes to put Ignis down on the bed but the boy holds onto him for dear life and whimpers every time the blonde attempts to pry him off. “Eh, sorry. Looks like I have a growth.”

Noct groans deeply and attempts to corral the hyper child, eventually cornering him and getting the shirt back on him. He ties the shirt in a knot between the boy’s legs for good measure, disallowing the spiteful toddler from yanking it off. The Prince and his tiny Shield have a scowl off now, neither budging from their spot in the caravan as Prompto microwaves water for some cup noodles.

“Whatcha doin?” Ignis asks curiously.

“Making us some lunch, you like noodles?”

“Never had them. Mummy only gives me fruit, veggies, and oatmeal.”

“Well then, you’re in for a treat.” he says and boops the giggle boy’s nose. “Hey Noct, do you think one to split amongst them will be enough or should I make two in case Gladio eats like his adult form?”

“Make one, never know if he’s going to be a stubborn little shit and not eat it.” he says, eyes slitting at the pudgy faced brunette.

“I’m not a stubborn naughty word!” the boy snaps, chubby little fists on his sides. “You’re a dummy and I’m gonna tell my Daddy on you! He’ll beat you up!”

“Hey now, it’s not nice to threaten people.” Prompto chides and looks down at Ignis. “Right little Igs?”

“Right!” the boy squeals and gets his tummy tickled.

“Iggy, would you be a good boy and play with Gladio while me and Noct get lunch together?”

“I’m always a good boy!” Ignis says and pouts but stops when he gets a pat on the head.

“I know you are.” he says and sets the boy down, giving him a soft nudge in the direction of the older toddler.

Ignis runs over and gives the boy a scared look at first but then he smiles timidly when the other grins at him. The two toddlers hug one another, making the other occupants ‘Aww’ at them before the two tots become enthralled with telling stories to each other. The now older boys continue getting lunch ready for the four of them, and then going over potential plans of action they can take to hopefully cure the two wee ones, or at least keep them amused until the malady wears off.

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