This drabble was inspired from a super-cute Julien/Mort fanart from someone at furaffinity! If this is the first Julien/Mort on the website, it'll make my day. Though the idea was totally not mine.
So her theory is that King Julien decided to take care of Mort after his parents were devoured by the Fussa to further improve his reputation as King of the Lemurs. Though Mort gets TOO attached and rather annoying and Julien regrets ever having anything to do with the little guy. Though that last part isn't in the story :)
Julien, Mort, lemurs, Juliens feet belong to Dreamworks/Nickelodean, yadda yadda.
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The sounds of heavy raindrops bore down the rainforest of Madagascar, punctuated by the clapping sounds of thunder that every so often echoed throughout the trees, floura,and a wild territory which would normally be alive with the beating sound of music at this hour. This sort of weather was nothing new in the island, its inhabitants already settled in their shelters to wait out the storm. In King Julien's (superior) opinion, the worst part was that it meant his 'kingdom' couldn't boogie the night away to the captivating sound of the boom-y box. As much as he dislikes admitting it, the King couldn't control the weather, and the sky spirits were tenacious in their ways.
Clutching to his chest was little Mort. Ever since the storm began, he'd been holding tight to the King's chest as if letting go would mean instantaneous death. Julien had always encouraged unyielding devotion and worship for him from the other lemurs, but yeesh! Still, Julien wrapped his arms around the younger lemur like he's seen mothers do with their young, and carried him to his personal quarters underneath a tree. Normally, anyone who entered this area besides Maurice were sharply condemned and banished from his kingdom, but Julien assumed he could let it slide this once. This was a special situation concocted in order to enhance his kingly status and image, and so far his reputation has grown indeed (as far as he could tell). Though Julien couldn't help but notice some of the jealous stares aimed at the baby lemur who so freely pranced within the king's personal bubble. It sort of made him wary, but he wouldn't allow such silly worries to pervade his mind.
King Julien made himself comfortable with the little brown lemur buried into his chest as if to drown out the claps of thunder, his tail wrapped around the king's waist. He nearly wanted to pry the other away to relieve the overbearing pressure, but settled with stroking his fur instead to soothe the little one's fright. Mort purred in comfort, and Julien thought he could feel him smile underneath all that fur.
"There, there, young Mort. The little storm isn't going to hurt anyone, okay?" He tried to reassure him. He'd never seen anyone freak out at the rain that was so common around his island. Julien hoped his words would get through the little guy. This whole being....paternal business felt strange to him indeed, as he wasn't used to intimacy with anyone else like this.
But the encouragement seemed to work, whether from the statement or the king's voice, Julien did not know. Mort relaxed into a more comfortable embrace, giving a little squeak since words didn't seem to come easily to him yet. Julien sighed and relaxed into the tree, unconsiously stroking the other's fur, feeling as if he should say something else to the little guy, but that would be pointless by now. Sensing Mort to be in a deep slumber right now, Julien allowed himself to rest his own eyes, the sound of rain eventually fading out to nothingness.
