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Look at my son

The Parenting Meme

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01. You’ve just gotten the news, you’re pregnant. Time to tell your spouse. OR You’ve just gotten the news, you’re approved for adoption! Time to tell your spouse.
02. Oh my God, you’re in labor! OR Oh my God, time to meet your adoption prospect.
03. It’s the first night home with your new baby. Good luck.
04. Now you know why they call it the terrible twos. How are you and your spouse coping?
05. It’s your little one’s first day of school. You and your spouse are seeing them off.
06. Sitting in the stands for your kid’s big sports game. You two cheer as loud as you can!
07. The only thing worse than a two-year-old is a teenager. Time to discuss what's an appropriate punishment.
08. Hopefully you’ve got fresh batteries in your camera for prom pictures. Maybe your spouse remembered.
09. Your kid is off to college. You can’t believe the number of boxes you’ve got to fit in your car and carry to their dorm.
10. You’re older, wiser and probably going to cry at your kid's wedding. At least you two still have each other.

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[How could I not, when he and son are literally the GIF]

(( Hello there~ ))

[ooc: be gentle with me. I'm super rusty and behind in canon!]

Ohai. Just a little guy. Sitting over here being cute. Definitely not doing anything he isn't supposed to be.

[Like... the whole show is about him raising a kid.]

[She more or less raised herself. She’ll be fine! Maybe. ]

[ don't listen to her protests, she definitely wants a co-parent for her two kiddos. ]

[Probably the worst 'father' in the world, but he tries?]

[ Needs some kind of parent figure in his life. ]

{{Witchers are sterile, but it used to be common for them to obtain children through a magical bargain called the Law of Surprise: a child sworn to the witcher as payment for rescue or other services rendered. In the child's seventh year, the witcher will collect them and take them away to their distant homes, where they are turned into witchers. Violating this bargain (the birth family withholding the child or the witcher not collecting them) can have disastrous effects for everyone involved.
They can also adopt foundlings, though this is much more rare nowadays.}}

[m/m for shipping with a co-parent; platonic co-parenting also welcome.]

((Clearly the parent, though he thinks he's worse than he really is. Any prompt is good here!))

It's not unheard of for Regis to visit Cor's office, but the look on his face suggests this is far from a social visit. He looks solemn and carries a file. "Dearest friend, do you recall the child rescued from Niflheim?" Rescued. Kidnapped. It's a grey area.

Though Regis doubts Cor could ever forget the boy. He had fought so hard to try and get custody of him only to be told with his age and position in the Crownsguard that he wouldn't be able to give the boy a stable home.

Six, he had been such a sickly looking thing. Tiny and blond. Clinging to Cor until the very moment he was taken away and placed with his adoptive parents.

Regis wonders if he should've done more. If his word could've swayed minds. But he had been selfish. Hadn't wanted to lose Cor's service. Plus Cor had been little more than a child himself.

But if Cor had raised the boy, things wouldn't be in the mess they are now.

"The Crownsguard and the Kingsglaive have been tasked with locating Mr and Mrs Argentum on grounds of neglect and endangerment. It is believed they are not currently in Insomnia. And the boy... is currently in the hospital."

Regis hands over the file. Prompto's file. Most of which is redacted. "He can't be discharged until a foster carer is found for him..."

Cor's eyes grew a little wider in mild surprise at that topic. "I do, yes...but why are you mentioning him now?"

Cor just couldn't leave the child behind, not to be doomed as a test subject for however few years the Niffs would've given him. And by the time he had arrived home, he had grown attached enough to want to try and raise the kid himself. But no, he was told that his job alone disqualified him. And it had lead to a heartbreaking decision - leave the Crownsguard, or give up the baby for adoption.

It was more or less a foregone solution; Cor would never, ever abandon his duties to crown and country. He had his regrets at first, but the initial reports that the child seemed to be doing well and was being taken care of had put him at ease.

Until Regis drops the news about the charges being filed against the Argentums. "...they promised that they would care for him as if they were his own blood," Cor finds himself growling as he took the file. He wasn't worried about the redacted parts; most of it, he lived it himself from that life-changing mission.

The idea that he may have a second chance, even as a foster, was enough for him. He doesn't even look up from reading the file as he answered, "I still have that guest bedroom at my apartment. It'll be a little dusty, but it should be spacious enough for a kid his age." He then scowls as he reads over the newest part of the file: the medical report of the child's current condition. "Those assholes...how could they do that to a kid?!"

"We're still trying to get the full picture. It would seem that the Argentums have been leaving the child without supervision or guardianship for weeks, sometimes months at a time... It's unthinkable. The boy is a few months younger than Noctis. I could not imagine leaving him without capable adults to tend to his needs." Regis knows he isn't the greatest father in Eos. Six knows ruling Lucis and upholding the Wall takes up most of his time and energy but he would never dream of leaving Noctis without a nanny or servants for a day, let alone months.

"He fell off a roof. Trying to fix a loose roof tile. A mere babe, trying to do an adult's job." He pauses, unsure if he should continue, but he knows Cor will see it in the report anyway. "The boy has some old scars, seemingly caused by a cigarette or something similar."

Regis rests a hand on Cor's shoulder. "A car is waiting to take you to the hospital."

Cor's face turned from pissed off to cold stone, though his eyes still burn with the fury of Ifrit's flames. Regis certainly never left Noctis alone without a trusted adult. Hells, Cor himself had been that trusted adult several times, being an uncle figure for the young prince. And the idea of making a small child go up on the roof for any reason, much less do repairs? It's madness...and abusive.

"...Regis, promise me that you're going to have the prosecutors throw the whole damn book at them," he finally replied with icy fury. He stood up and put the file away into the Armiger. "You said that they may have fled out of the city, yes?" he inquired as he grabbed his jacket. "Once the kid's safe at home, I'll call Cid - see if they were stupid enough to drop by Hammerhead at some point."

He stops to close his eyes and take a few, deep breaths to get his anger under control. "...we never should've given him up. I should've never given him up. And I'm going to fight another attempt to take him away from me," he adds as he looks his dear friend and king right into his eyes.

"You have my word. They will not go unpunished. The Guard and the Glaive will scour every inch of Eos until they find them. The Argentums will be brought to justice." Any case of child abuse feels like a failure of the system, of Regis. But this one in particular feels so much worse. So much more personal.

"I'm sorry I didn't support you more back then, my friend. Forgive an old fool?" They won't make the same mistake twice, that's for sure. The child will be safe, loved and protected from now on.

Said child is currently sitting in a hospital bed with a cast on his arm, a member of the Crownsguard stationed outside his room and the biggest bowl of jello and ice cream any child could ever wish for. He just doesn't understand why they won't let him go home.

"...thank you," he replies, smiling in relief as he clamps a hand on Regis' shoulder in return. "And there's nothing to forgive. Those assholes took advantage of our jobs and positions last time. We'll be more prepared this time, right?" After all, if the kid takes to Cor well enough, he's considering introducing the kid to Noctis. And failing that? Well...the Citadel does have a pretty good daycare area, from what he's heard.

Cor hops into the car, and lets it drive him into the hospital. A flash of his ID gets him ushered straight up to the kid's hospital room, where he exchanges salutes with the Crownsguard on duty there before stepping inside.

And there...there's the kid, looking far larger than when he last saw him. At least the kid seems to have been eating well enough; small comfort there. A swell of emotions rise in his chest, but he keeps it contained for now. He gives the child a reassuring smile as he steps towards the bed. "Prompto, right? I'm Cor Leonis. How are you feeling?"

Prompto puts his spoon down and gives a shy little nod. "Uh, yes Sir. I... I'm Prompto." He sits up straighter in Cor's presence, though he holds his broken arm close to his chest almost defensively. "I'm okay. I bumped my head but the doctors said it's okay and I broke my arm but the nurse drew a chocobo on my cast, see?" Slowly he peels his arm away from him and holds it out to show the doodled bird.

"Do you know when they will let me go home? I want to go home. I need to put the ladder away and I haven't taken out the trash and I need my spare glasses... and... and I want to go home..." Prompto's bottom lip starts to quiver as he speaks.

Cor's smile widens a little as he peers over that doodle on the cast. "That's very nice of her. Chocobos are speedy creatures, and I'm sure she wanted to help you get better a little sooner." Years of babysitting Noctis has helped him learn how to talk to children without coming across as too abrasive and scary to them.

He then gently reaches out to put a comforting hand on the child's shoulder. "It'll be okay, Prompto. I can always have someone go and get your glasses and finish those chores for you. You don't have to worry about doing any chores until your arm's fully healed." His smile fades as he continues. "We're more worried about your parents. We've been having trouble finding them after you were brought here to the hospital, and the doctors want to make sure that a trusted adult can help watch over you while your arm heals. Do you know where they might be?" He suspects that someone may have asked the child before, he wanted to double-check just in case.

His lip continues to quiver, it's taking the child every ounce of strength not to cry. He doesn't understand why he can't just go home.

"My mom and dad? They're not here. Um, they could be in Accordo, maybe? They work." He can't tell Cor what they do for work because he doesn't know. But he does know they often go to Accordo and leave him to fend for himself. The worst thing is, he doesn't even seem to realise how messed up it is that the people who are supposed to take care of him all but abandon him for weeks on end.

"When can I go home?" He asks again, a chubby little hand rubbing at his eyes, trying to hold back the tears.

"Accordo? That's very far away place for them to work. Do they work over there often, Prompto?" This is very vital information for catching them, if that's the case. But it also leaves Cor very concerned for this kid's mental health. The idea that he was possibly left alone for weeks at a time is most troubling, especially given how young he is.

That last question has Cor looking sympathetic. "Not for a while, I'm afraid. The doctors don't want you to be all alone while your arm is in that cast, so that's why you can't go home yet. Plus, people are worried about you being alone for a very long time without anyone to look after you. So, I've volunteered to let you stay with me for as long as you'd like, even after the arm is healed."

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