Prompt Post Round Five
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Gen, fluff, kid!Gladio/Cor + "You do realize that's not my real name?"
Date: 2017-08-05 01:48 pm (UTC)After several attempts to cajole Gladio into dropping this habit, Cor reciprocates by calling Gladio "Kid" which angers little Gladio to no end, because really, that's not his name, right?
Bonus if they keep it up through the years and it becomes an act of fondness.
... Because there is not enough fluff in this world.
Re: Gen, fluff, kid!Gladio/Cor + "You do realize that's not my real name?"
Date: 2017-08-05 01:54 pm (UTC)Mini-Fill Gen, fluff, kid!Gladio/Cor + "You do realize that's not my real name?"
Date: 2017-08-06 02:47 am (UTC)“My name is Cor.”
“No it’s not! It’s Marshal!” the tot hollers and stamps his feet. He looks up at the older man, little fists balled up in rage and chubby cheeks puffed out.
“Cor.”
“Marshal!”
“Cor.”
“IT”S MARSHAL, DUMMY!” the boy shrieks, face bright red.
“Gladiolus!” his father yells and stalks over.
The boy squeaks and dashes away to hide before his father can catch him. The elder Amicitia sighs and shakes his head before looking to the young man.
“He will break of it eventually, try not to let it get to you so much.”
“But sir, if I can’t properly dissuade a mere child from not following proper procedure then I-”
“You’re doing fine with training the new recruits. Besides, a child is way more stubborn than an adult.”
Cor’s mouth forms a straight line and he nods, but he won’t give in. The child had been calling him ‘Marshal’ for a month now and it was becoming greatly bothersome. It really wasn’t the toddler’s fault though, he had heard people call him ‘Marshal’ instead of his proper name since he was a newborn, but he had been corrected a great many times and still insisted on using the incorrect name. He finds the young boy a while later running circles around a grimacing Crownsguard as the child babbles incessantly. The little boy spots Cor and smiles gleefully as he bounds over to him and begins running laps around him now, much to the guard's relief.
“Marshal, Marshal, Marshal!? Guess what?” Gladio sing songs.
“My name is Cor.”
“No, Marshal!” the child snaps and looks up with annoyance. “I keep telling you but you don’t listen!”
“No, you don’t listen. My name is Cor Leonis, Marshal is my title.”
“No no no no no! Your name is Marshal! I know cause I’m smart.”
Cor rubs his throbbing temples, a deep migraine ripping through his head. He had to think of a way to break the child of this habit, but how? He spends the rest of the day coming up with different possible ways to get the boy to understand what his name is, and jots them down for later attempts. Cor sees the boy later in the week after being invited over for dinner with Clarus and his wife since the couple like to fawn over him like he was their child. And speaking of child.
“Hi Marshal! Come play with me, Daddy got me new trucks!”
Cor nods and follows after the toddler where he puts his plans into action. He first shows the boy his I.D., pointing out where the card says his name but the boy fusses and still calls him Marshal. He tries to trick the boy into calling him by his real name while they play a word game, but the child proves his shrewdness and still calls him by the wrong name. Nothing seems to deter the child, not even his parents correcting him and calling Cor his real name. Cor sighs deeply, a sense of despair coming over him that he may have to admit defeat in this battle.
“Hey Marshal! Mama has pie, you want some?”
“No thanks Kid.” Cor says with a sigh, but then notices something odd with the child.
“My name is Gladiolus, not kid.”
“Really?” the older man says, raising an eyebrow. “You sure Kid isn’t your name? I think it is.”
“No it’s not!”
“And my name isn’t Marshal.”
“Yes it is! And my name isn’t Kid!” the boy snaps and stomps away.
A rare smile forms on the man’s lips as he chuckles. Two can play at this game. Gladio did eventually stop referring to Cor as ‘Marshal’ and called him by his proper name, but there were times when he wanted to be a cheeky little shit and ruffle the older man’s feathers.
“Sup Marshal, you’re looking old and creaky today.” the tall brunette grins as he leans against a banister in the commons area.
“And you look like you could use an ass kicking, Kid.”
Re: Mini-Fill Gen, fluff, kid!Gladio/Cor + "You do realize that's not my real name?"
Date: 2017-08-06 08:35 am (UTC)“IT'S MARSHAL, DUMMY!” the boy shrieks, face bright red.
Looks like Cor has finally met his match in terms of stubborness :D.
Thank you very much. This was lovely and it made my day.
- OP
Re: Mini-Fill Gen, fluff, kid!Gladio/Cor + "You do realize that's not my real name?"
Date: 2017-08-06 10:38 am (UTC)Re: Mini-Fill Gen, fluff, kid!Gladio/Cor + "You do realize that's not my real name?"
Date: 2017-08-09 06:22 pm (UTC)And guess, what? It's now my Headcanon.
Re: Mini-Fill Gen, fluff, kid!Gladio/Cor + "You do realize that's not my real name?"
Date: 2017-08-09 08:26 pm (UTC)Second Fill: Gen, fluff, kid!Gladio/Cor + "You do realize that's not my real name?"
Date: 2017-08-06 12:02 pm (UTC)“Uncle Marshal!” Gladio, his little face alight with excitement, came pelting down the corridor to plaster himself to the man’s legs.
Gladio understood that his Uncle wasn’t really Daddy’s brother, but Daddy said he was his little brother in every way that mattered and so he always spent holidays at the Amicitia house. He was also, in Gladio’s opinion, the best person in the whole world aside from his Mommy and Daddy.
“Hey, little guy!” Cor picked him up easily and settled him on his hip, giving him an affectionate squeeze. “How’s my favourite little warrior?”
That set the four year old off on a stream of excited chatter as Cor carried him down the hall, telling the Marshal that he’d gotten a new toy sword and he was going to learn to fight with it just like his Daddy.
His enthusiasm was infectious and Cor found himself smiling by the time they got to Clarus’s study door. Gladio is an invariably good-humoured child and holding the little guy made a fierce protective urge roar in Cor’s chest.
“Daddy!” Gladio hollered excitedly, before Cor could knock. “Uncle Marshal is here!”
“Uncle Cor, Gladio,” Clarus corrected, with the air of someone who had done it a hundred times before, opening the door of his study and waving them inside. “Remember what I told you; being Marshal is how Uncle Cor serves the king, like Daddy is his shield.”
It was an ongoing struggle. No matter how many times Clarus, Vanora and Cor himself explained to the little boy that Cor’s name was, funnily enough, Cor, he continued to address him as ‘Marshal’, having once attended a formal event and heard Cor being addressed that way all day. He was evidently under the impression that ‘Cor’ was a nickname of sorts. It was funny, but Cor was determined he’d get him using the right name before long.
After a truly stupendous meal, Cor joined the family before the large open fire, pleasantly full. Vanora seemed to be under the impression that Cor didn’t eat at any other time; every time he visited, she tried to cajole him into second helpings, fussing over his leanness as though he was sixteen, not twenty six. He couldn’t bring himself to really mind though; he’d certainly never anticipated finding a family when he joined the Crownsguard.
“Uncle Marshal?” Gladio climbed eagerly into his lap, holding a storybook. “Can you tell me my story tonight?”
Cor hurriedly grabbed him and resettled him before his elbow could connect with a very delicate area. “I can,” he says in a bargaining tone, tickling Gladio’s belly gently. “If you can remember my name?”
“Uncle Marshal!” says Gladio determinedly, jabbing his finger into Cor’s chest for emphasis.
“No, that’s not it,” says Cor patiently. “My name is Cor, remember?”
“Marshal!”
Cor glowers at Clarus, who’s grinning in the opposite chair, but he’s not about to argue with a four year old. Opening the book, and seeing the inscription on the front page, he smiles. There are easier ways to do this…
“This book belongs to Kid Amicitia,” he read lightly, holding back a grin when Gladio’s head shot up indignantly.
“That’s not what it says!” the child pouted. “My name is Gladiolus!”
“Are you sure?” Cor said, pretending to study the book again. “Because you sure look like a kid of house Amicitia to me! Yup, that’s what it says here: Kid Amicitia.”
“That’s not my name!” And yeah, the boy definitely had got that scowl from Clarus! “You’re being silly!”
They kept up the exchange for the duration of story time, Gladio getting more and more frustrated every time he was addressed as ‘Kid’, staring at Cor with the narrow-eyed glare of a child who thought a grown up was particularly slow. Eventually Cor took pity on him.
“I’ll tell you what,” he said with a quiet, conspiratorial air, as the time came for Gladio to say goodnight and be taken to bed. “I’ll call you Gladio if you call me Cor – how does that sound.”
Gladio acquiesced – though he made Cor shake on it first, much to the man’s amusement.
“Goodnight Uncle Cor,” he said, evidently keen to display that he was going to stick to his side of the bargain, little arms sliding around the Marshal’s neck for a goodnight hug.
“Night Gladio,” Cor grinned, dropping an affectionate kiss onto the crown of his head. It was not exactly the toughest victory he’d ever won, but it was certainly the one to make him smile the most. “Sleep tight, buddy.”
OOO
After Insomnia had fallen. Cor thought his heart might
burst with relief when his call to Noctis was answered and he learned that the prince and his friends, his honorary nephew amongst them, are still alive.
He was heartsick, raw and desolate at the loss of Clarus and Regis. His brothers had gone to the one place he couldn’t follow; leaving him behind. They’d ensured his safety by assigning him external patrol…and that hurts all the more. He should have died alongside the only family he’d ever had; not surviving to mourn their terrible loss alone.
The sight of Gladio, when he met up with his prince’s company, almost overpowered him. Fuck, he looked so like a young Clarus that staring at him almost hurt. Cor managed to hold it together long enough to impart the information Noctis would need; explaining what was required of him now, but he could feel his heart thundering in his ears.
The moment they got a minute of privacy, Gladio nearly knocked him off his feet with the force of his hug. Cor hugged back, squeezing the young man tightly as fierce, fierce love roared in his chest. He still had one family member left, and by the Six he would make sure nothing happened to this boy.
“It’s really fucking good to see you, Uncle Marshal!” Gladio’s watery voice shakes around the old joke; though understanding Cor’s real name after that evening, he’d continued to call him ‘Uncle Marshal’ whenever he wanted to be mischievous.
“Likewise Kid,” Cor manages to say. “Likewise.”
Re: Second Fill: Gen, fluff, kid!Gladio/Cor + "You do realize that's not my real name?"
Date: 2017-08-06 01:08 pm (UTC)Re: Second Fill: Gen, fluff, kid!Gladio/Cor + "You do realize that's not my real name?"
Date: 2017-08-06 01:52 pm (UTC)Re: Second Fill: Gen, fluff, kid!Gladio/Cor + "You do realize that's not my real name?"
Date: 2017-08-06 02:32 pm (UTC)Break my heart, why don't you :).
This was lovely and very, very cute. Gladio making Cor shake on their agreement was gold as was the hugging. And the bittersweet ending that might just kill me.
Thank you for taking the time and effort to write this :)
- OP
Re: Second Fill: Gen, fluff, kid!Gladio/Cor + "You do realize that's not my real name?"
Date: 2017-08-09 06:29 pm (UTC)