FFIV fic, Yang, Porom, Palom
Title: Visitors at Fabul
Fandom: Final Fantasy IV
Characters: Yang, Porom, Palom
Word Count: 488
Rating: PG
A/N: Written for 7lies
Visitors at Fabul
Palom had just sat down on his throne and crossed his arms. “The elder said we should visit you. Sucks though, it’s not like monks know anything useful.”
“Ehm…” Yang threw a nervous look at his wife. “So the elder told you to come?”
Porom entered the room, her eyes widened when she saw where her brother was sitting. She ran so fast and smacked him so hard, that Yang considered to ask her to become a monk on the spot.
“Get off!” she yelled. “Are you crazy?”
Yang’s wife was tapping her foot.
“Let’s go to the trainings room, we can discuss it there,” Yang suggested.
“Oh no,” his wife said. “We’ll discuss this here.”
Palom jumped off the throne and ran to Fabul’s queen. “Hey, can you bake us pancakes? You make them really well.”
Porom had followed him and made a deep bow. “I’m really sorry.”
“It’s okay.” She smiled. “At least you kids appreciate my food.”
“What do you mean? I always say how much I like it!”
“I know.” She narrowed her eyes. “And I believed you, until I looked into the trashcan standing next to the training room last week.”
Yang wiped a bit of sweat from his face. “Ah… that’s…”
“Come kids.” His wife smiled sweetly at the brother and sister. “I’ll make you a whole pile of pancakes.”
“Can I have one?” Yang asked, eager to make amends.
She stopped in her tracks. “Who blew up the storage shed this morning?”
Damn, how had she found out so fast? “A student. It was an accident.”
“An accident?” She snorted. “And yet I heard you advised him to go there to practice his chakra without disturbing others. Didn’t work so well, did it?”
Palom was by now jumping from one foot to the other. “I’m hungry!”
His wife ignored the boy. “And I saw the letter the elder wrote you. It was clear that you invited them over.”
Yang stared at the ground. Maybe it was better not to say anything any more.
“Why?” she asked.
He sighed. “You wouldn’t understand.”
This intrigued her and she walked over, looking up at him. “Why, Yang?”
“It’s just that…” He gestured at the twins. “I want to have kids sometimes, but I know you probably wouldn’t… and I thought if they stayed over, you might change your mind.”
She looked at him for a few seconds and then laid her hand on his shoulder. “I always thought you wouldn’t want kids.”
“Me?” he asked.
“You’re always so busy training your monks. And now you’re king as well.”
Yang’s face brightened. “Then… can we?”
“What are they talking about, sis?” Palom asked.
“Nothing!” the little white mage said. “It’s a private matter between the two of them.”
With this the spell was broken and his wife tried to look stern again. “We’ll discuss this after dinner.”
“Sure.” Yang nodded, but a happy smile formed on his lips.
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Fandom: Final Fantasy IV
Characters: Yang, Porom, Palom
Word Count: 488
Rating: PG
A/N: Written for 7lies
Visitors at Fabul
Palom had just sat down on his throne and crossed his arms. “The elder said we should visit you. Sucks though, it’s not like monks know anything useful.”
“Ehm…” Yang threw a nervous look at his wife. “So the elder told you to come?”
Porom entered the room, her eyes widened when she saw where her brother was sitting. She ran so fast and smacked him so hard, that Yang considered to ask her to become a monk on the spot.
“Get off!” she yelled. “Are you crazy?”
Yang’s wife was tapping her foot.
“Let’s go to the trainings room, we can discuss it there,” Yang suggested.
“Oh no,” his wife said. “We’ll discuss this here.”
Palom jumped off the throne and ran to Fabul’s queen. “Hey, can you bake us pancakes? You make them really well.”
Porom had followed him and made a deep bow. “I’m really sorry.”
“It’s okay.” She smiled. “At least you kids appreciate my food.”
“What do you mean? I always say how much I like it!”
“I know.” She narrowed her eyes. “And I believed you, until I looked into the trashcan standing next to the training room last week.”
Yang wiped a bit of sweat from his face. “Ah… that’s…”
“Come kids.” His wife smiled sweetly at the brother and sister. “I’ll make you a whole pile of pancakes.”
“Can I have one?” Yang asked, eager to make amends.
She stopped in her tracks. “Who blew up the storage shed this morning?”
Damn, how had she found out so fast? “A student. It was an accident.”
“An accident?” She snorted. “And yet I heard you advised him to go there to practice his chakra without disturbing others. Didn’t work so well, did it?”
Palom was by now jumping from one foot to the other. “I’m hungry!”
His wife ignored the boy. “And I saw the letter the elder wrote you. It was clear that you invited them over.”
Yang stared at the ground. Maybe it was better not to say anything any more.
“Why?” she asked.
He sighed. “You wouldn’t understand.”
This intrigued her and she walked over, looking up at him. “Why, Yang?”
“It’s just that…” He gestured at the twins. “I want to have kids sometimes, but I know you probably wouldn’t… and I thought if they stayed over, you might change your mind.”
She looked at him for a few seconds and then laid her hand on his shoulder. “I always thought you wouldn’t want kids.”
“Me?” he asked.
“You’re always so busy training your monks. And now you’re king as well.”
Yang’s face brightened. “Then… can we?”
“What are they talking about, sis?” Palom asked.
“Nothing!” the little white mage said. “It’s a private matter between the two of them.”
With this the spell was broken and his wife tried to look stern again. “We’ll discuss this after dinner.”
“Sure.” Yang nodded, but a happy smile formed on his lips.
*