#and cor the immortal dick

[galahdborn]

Nyx rolled his eyes, but returned the smirk. He didn't doubt that Cor was paid more than him, but the other also held a higher position, so it wasn't like it didn't make sense.

Mors, right, that was his name. Nyx should probably have remembered, but he didn't really care about other Kings than the one he was currently serving. Well, he didn't mind the Prince either, but he rarely had anything to do with him. "He was a dick then," he offered, not about to beat around the bush. It sounded like dick behaviour at least. Sure, Nyx couldn't really judge Mors for the decision of pulling back the wall, since he didn't know exactly what it entailed to power a wall that large, but the rest he could definitely judge him on.

"What a pair we make though. The Hero and the Immortal," but titles they hadn't picked themselves and both titles that neither of them liked.

Cor smirked ever so slightly. "I said they paid decently, not that they paid well." Nyx wouldnt ever leave the Glaive, either. They both knew that.

Maybe that was one of the reasons they were soulmates. Not just that they were both warriors, but because they were both fighting to protect something. They could understand that in each other.

"No, King Mors was on the throne then," Cor confirmed, pausing to take a drink. He knew Mors wasn't well liked by many of the refugees, both because he had pulled the wall back and because he had been incredibly strict about bringing refugees into the city at all. Regis had loosened that when he came to power, but the memory lingered. Cor hadn't liked Mors. Mors was hard to like. But he hadn't disliked him that much, either, and he'd taken his duty to him seriously. "I was his personal bodyguard after his Shield died. Think he liked having someone known as the Immortal around, how that looked to other people," he snorted softly.

He hates that title, even to this day.

[lhugbereth]

Yakuza!Ignis update!

‘Sup, guys! Here’s a peek at the first part of Chapter 2 of this crazy yakuza AU business - in which Boss Regis the Silver-Fox holds a meeting with lots of familiar faces, and Ignis causes a scene. Sorry not sorry that Cor is kind of an asshole. Maybe he’ll get better, maybe not lol. (I’d say read under the cut, but I can’t add cuts via mobile so sorry for spamming everyone’s dash! I also can’t add formatting or literally anything else… *flips Tumblr the bird*)

Death Fears Not the Reaper Chapter Two: Unraveling

Cor Leonis was waiting for them the moment they stepped into the boardroom. Most of the other high-ups were already there: Clarus Amicitia, Weskham Armaugh, even Cid the Saw Sophiar had apparently been called in to discuss matters of grave importance. Only Lord Regis himself was absent at the head of the table – not surprising, Ignis mused. After all, a true boss never arrived early for a meeting; it was the meeting that began when the boss arrived.

He was distracted from his thoughts as Cor suddenly stepped forward and placed his body between the two newcomers and the room beyond. “Well?” he asked expectantly, voice hushed but cold eyes narrowed to dangerous slits. “Since you both look like shit, I’ll assume you put your night to good use. What news?”

Ignis exchanged a look with Gladio beside him. The bodyguard was very obviously fighting back a yawn. Only natural, he thought, for they had in fact spent the better part of the last seven hours out playing detective around the city. Yet for all the missed sleep, their efforts had turned up little more than a crackpot theory and a shaky lead. Even those would have eluded them had it not been for some help from Gladio’s hacker of a little sister.

But Cor was waiting for something, and Ignis happened to be the one under his scrutinizing gaze. “I don’t have a head on a platter for you yet, if that’s what you mean. But I can tell you that our mystery murderer was most likely a lone rogue,” he said matter-of-factly. Cor leaned in closer, teeth bared much like the beast of his namesake. “Are you saying one man is responsible for killing three armed Glaives without so much as a fight? Do you think I’m stupid?”

“Hardly,” Ignis shrugged, clearly unmoved. “And neither is Regis. I can prove I’m right.” “Just trust us on this one, old man,” came Gladio’s gruff voice at his side. Cor bristled – the kid’s abrasive attitude and contempt for authority had never sat right with him – but the three were spared further words as the far doors slid open and Regis Caelum entered the hall.

The room fell silent. Gladio tugged Ignis toward their open seats at the table, and as their boss strode forward all heads dropped in a collective bow. Regis surveyed the scene for a moment. His steel-blue eyes were hard, his mouth set in a tight line above his greying beard. He held a cane in his left hand, carved of ebony stone and set with a silver knob, which he leaned on as he made his way to his seat at the head of the large conference table. On his right hand, plain for all to see, he wore the Ring of the Lucii, the symbol of his family’s power and of his authority over all who hung their heads before him. “Gentlemen,” he began, and his voice boomed strong and healthy through the hall. “Non enim dormiunt!” “Insomnia Immortalis!”

Amidst the chorus of voices he took his seat, and the meeting began.

“My Lord.” It was Weskham, Regis’ closest advisor, who stood first and bowed his respects to their oyabun. “We all know why you’ve called us here today.”

“I don’t,” Cid muttered next to him, but Weskham smoothly ignored the comment as he continued.

“I think the question now is, was this attack a precursor for a greater battle ahead? And if so, how quickly do we strike back?” Regis scanned the faces around the table until he found the head of the organization’s intel operations. “Cor. Report.”

The Immortal Lion got to his feet and bowed deeply. “My Lord. At this time, we know very little about the purpose of the attack, nor do we have evidence of the killer’s identity.” He flicked his gaze across the table to where Ignis sat, calm and almost eerily patient despite the tension building in the room. “But I believe those two have some…speculations.”

As Ignis and Gladiolus got to their feet and bowed, all eyes in the room turned to watch them. Hushed whispers hummed on the air. The Reaper and the Shield? Was Cor mad to leave this matter in such reckless hands? But Regis merely gestured for silence as Ignis began to speak.

“This attack was neither the work of a rival clan, nor was it a declaration of war in any form we can yet comprehend.” He adjusted his glasses and waited for silence again. “Consider this: there are only two families with any possible motive to see the Caelum line destroyed – the Nox Fleurets, and the Nifelheims. The former has suffered inner turmoil for years, and have only recently chosen a new leader. Ravus may be young and headstrong, but violence is hardly his style.”

Around the table, several heads nodded in agreement. Gladio watched, mouth curling in a smirk, as even Cor seemed to be soaking it in. Ignis continued. “That leaves the Niffs. Our greatest rivals, that is true, and even one like myself considers them sadistic to the core. My Lord, I believe you’ve experienced firsthand just how brutal they can be in a fight?”

Regis gripped his cane tight, his fist shaking around the silver knob as he nodded his head. “Ruthless. Violent, mindless beasts.” “Street punks,” Ignis agreed. “Without grace or tact or, most of all, fear of repercussions. But as we know, our men were murdered by someone who clearly didn’t want to get caught, at least not yet.”

Ever sharp, Clarus raised an eyebrow at both Ignis and his son next to him. “You say ‘someone’ like you think a single person was capable of this act.”

“That’s right.”

Again, muttered voices swept the hall until Regis held up a hand to silence them all at once. “Go on, Ignis.”

“My Lord,” he said, bowing again. “The proof is in the nature of the murder itself. A group of Nifelheim thugs, even in significant numbers, would have a hard time taking out three of ours without at least drawing a scene. No, this attack was planned, calculated. And whoever did it, did it alone. With one….clean…slice.”

No one had seen him draw his dagger, but suddenly it was in his hand and arching through the air, thudding down on the table in front of him in the span of a heartbeat. The blade sunk several inches into hard wood, and the room fell deathly silent. Even Gladio flinched at that one.

“Easy there, Iggy,” he said, putting on a thin smile and patting the other’s shoulder in a light-hearted gesture. “Uh, I think what Ignis is trying to say is that we found a lead.”

The only one in the room unphased by the Reaper’s outburst, Regis now turned his attention to the dark-haired son of his most trusted warrior. “Well, that’s certainly promising. Who is he?”

“She,” Gladio corrected, and drew a folded sheet of paper from the front pocket of his leather jacket. He passed this along the table until it reached their boss’ hands. “Name’s Highwind. She’s an ex-merc with a bad reputation for dirty jobs. That right there is just a sample of her ‘resume,’” he said, gesturing to the list Regis was now unfolding to read. “Not only does her profile fit, but we had Iris do a little digging last night. Turns out this Highwind character disappeared off the radar several months back – now the rumor is she’s accepting her paychecks directly from Aldercapt himself.”

“So the Niffs are behind this!” Weskham growled, slamming his fist on the table before him. “Regis, if this is true – “

“We can’t be certain, not yet.” The news seemed to weigh heavily with the oyabun, who ran his fingers back through grey locks and released a sigh. Mercenaries were notoriously untrustworthy, and it was hard to believe Iedolas, old and daft as he was, would stoop so low. Then again, if the woman had been acting alone….

Alas, mere speculation, however convincing, was hardly justification to jump into a hasty war. “Nyx,” he called, and the young, bright-eyed leader of the Glaives snapped to attention. “Do what you must to bring her in. Use caution, avoid conflict if you can.”

“You got it, boss.” Nyx bowed and nodded at several faces around the table in silent understanding.

“And Cor. Until we have real proof, the search continues. This continues to be your top priority.”

“My Lord.”

“Ignis. Gladiolus. Your work has been invaluable. Now please,” he said, and for the first time the corner of his mouth turned up in an almost-smile. “Both of you get some rest. You look like hell.”

———

[leorugiet]

Gladio is flirting so goddamn much with Cor can he please chill.

[the-firebird69]

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https://www.starwars.com/video/gunray-s-prisoner

[writtenxbeginnings]

Prompto had thought that when Cor had finally undone his jeans that he'd find some relief. The pressure would be released and it wouldn't be such a struggle to just breath. The Marshall though gave him no time, instantly moving his hand to wrap around him. It was hearing his words that had the blonde shuddering. He couldn't explain it: he hated being praised, couldn't see the good about most of his day to day things, but when Cor had him like this? Those two words went faster to his dick than most, his fingers clinching down on the Immortal's shoulders hard enough to bruise. "Gods, please, please. Cor, I need you please, fuck me."

"Hm." He wanted more begging. But he'll let it slide, he always does, even when Prompto acts out just for attention he does. Cor is still learning about the blond. What he likes and dislikes. What touches are good and what touches were really good. His facial expressions if he said a certain word, kissed a patch of skin. Anything. He could devour him and Cor would still be learning more about him. The hand that had pressed against the rough fabric of his pants, his fingers making quick work of the belt and zipper. He could do this one handed, even though inside he felt like he was shaking too much. From want. The need. He sneaks a hand under the waistband of cloth until he feels skin. Wrapping around he strokes down, knowing that his hand feels rough. A thumb presses against the head, playing with the slit. "So wet for me, already? Good boy."

[yourcoolfriendwithallthecandy]

Magic and Miracles and Beyond Chapter 8

Ya’ll I have STRUGGLED with this chapter for MONTHS because I couldn’t figure out how to connect the first scene of this chapter with the rest of it. But as you can see, I powered through and all the puzzle peices are coming together nicely and I felt like I just slapped things together but that’s only because I AM DESPERATE to show you chapter 9 that’s been sitting in my documents for a while. And I was listening to ‘Let the bodies hit the floor.’ while writing 9. so if that’s any indication. And this chapter I had “What Side of Love?” by Parachute going on. And yes Sylva is a BAMF because she plays all the angles and all the sides. And Tredd really doesn’t get enough credit for being as observant as he is. He’s still much smarter than he looks. 

So here it is on AO3 or if you want, read below. 

@the-immortal-marshal, enjoy girl. 

Chapter 8

“Hey, Sylva?” Tredd asked as he came up to her in the hot tub.

“Yes?” Sylva asked curiously.

“Hey, is it just me or is Ada preggers?” Tredd put to her as Sylva cut her eyes to Ada and watched her very carefully for a few minutes.

“Who have you told that to?” Sylva asked nonchalantly as she looked around to see if anyone was close enough to eavesdrop on their conversation.

“Just Stella, she told me to ask you since you’re The Oracle and the expert.” Tredd shrugged as Sylva hummed and nodded in agreement.

“You’re very perceptive and observant aren’t you?” Sylva put to him.

“Yeah, I guess.” Tredd nodded with a shrug.

“Ok, so here’s the deal...

I will pay you five thousand dollars to be Luche’s shadow over the next two weeks, let Luche and Ada get close and bond emotionally but the moment your instincts tell you they’re gonna fuck, intervene and ruin their moment and remind Ada that she’s dating Cor. They’re both going to hate you for the next two weeks but in a month, they’re both going to thank you in a really big way.” Sylva put to him.

“Make it ten grand and only if you tell me why.” Tredd returned with a smug grin as Sylva and Tredd had a stare off for a few long moments.

“Fifteen if I don’t have to tell you anything and you be a good guy and do me and Luche and Ada a solid by doing this.” Sylva countered.

“Twenty grand, in cash. You tell me why or I announce right now that she’s preggers.” Tredd grinned smugly before they had another stare off before Sylva took his hand and brought him face to face, close enough to kiss her but it was so that what Sylva would say, she could say quietly and softly so that no one could overhear her.

“Fine, when we get back, shit’s gonna hit the fan and there will be a war delivered to all of our doorsteps courtesy of Gilgamesh and everyone is going to be divided and pick sides and everyone is going to choose the wrong side except for you and for me because you are going to be on my side. Ada has a 95-99% chance of loosing that baby because Gilgamesh will go after her first and all of us will be scrambling to protect her and if we’re lucky, we’re all gonna get through it with our lives. I have a plan that’s already in motion to keep us all safe. But in order for that plan to work, I need Luche and Ada to not fuck it up by fucking each other because you and me caught this early. But by the time everyone else will catch it, if they fuck, Cor and Luche will both think that they lost a baby and that will lead to a whole different war that will destroy them both and Ada will get crushed with guilt because she couldn’t keep her legs closed. So you and me we’re gonna protect them by ruining their romantic moments. But part of this deal is you- Will. Keep. Your. Mouth. Shut. You don’t tell anyone, not even Stella, that we had this conversation or that Ada is expecting, you’re not even going to hint at it, in fact when we’re done talking, you’re going to go up to Stella and you’re going to tell her that I said that ‘Ada is not pregnant and that you’re seeing things and that your ego at being the first to see that Crowe was pregnant has you thinking every girl is’ but you’re going to be reluctant to say that, let her push you to get that answer, and you’re going to do your best to avoid the subject and you’re going to let her think she has this victory but when Ada looses that baby, and Stella comes back to you, you’re going to take her apology with grace and I’ll even publicly apologize for seeing what you saw and not realizing you were right and then when Luche asks, tell him that it was just a hunch but that I told you- you were wrong and to forget about it. So in the meantime when Luche asks why you’re being a dick, you’re going to remind him of the night of my wedding and how broken and betrayed he felt when Ada flirted with Cor while she was still with him and how it’s not right. He’s gonna glare, but he’s gonna see that you’re right and then he’s going to thank you and you’re going to keep it up and even by the end of the week and even next week, all you’re going to have to do is give them a look and that will be enough. Now, give me your cell phone number so we can keep in touch, when I text you or call you, you will not ignore me, you will answer me immediately because our lives could be on the line.” Sylva explained.

“Deal.” Tredd grinned before they shook on it and Sylva put his phone number in her phone that was sitting next to her.

“Now go, Regis is coming back,” Sylva urged him as she saw her husband coming back with her drink in hand.

“Yup, when am I going to get my money?” Tredd asked.

“Half tonight, half at the end of next week, I don’t want you blowing all of it while on the boat at the casino.” Sylva answered.

“Sounds good to me.” Tredd beamed happily as he got out of the hot tub.

“Oh and Tredd?” Sylva called after him.

“Congrats on having the gift.” Sylva grinned as Tredd offered her a bashful smile before he left and went back to Stella.

“So? What did she say?” Stella insisted.

“It doesn’t matter,” Tredd shook his head no as he grabbed his pop from her.

“Yes it does, come on, what did she say?” Stella narrowed her eyes playfully as she poked him in the rib cage as he moved to keep her from tickling him.

“Tell me, tell me now.” Stella insisted before she pinned him to his chair and pretended she was about to tickle him.

“Fine, fine, she said I was seeing things.” Tredd told her reluctantly.

“Ha! I knew it, see? You just got super lucky with Crowe, quit thinking you have the magical ability to see things that aren’t there. Now, let’s just enjoy this expense free vacation from aunt Sylva.” Stella beamed as she kissed him before Tredd hiked his hips up to grind his hardening cock at her center.

“Care to enjoy something else?” Tredd hinted with a mischievous grin as he did it again and watched her reaction with delight.

“Yeah, come on,” Stella nodded as the two slipped away.

Meanwhile Selena and Ravus were both lying under a cabana, putting sunscreen on the twins next to the pool after Selena had applied two layers of it to Ravus so he wouldn’t burn.

“Your hair has gotten lighter.” Selena noted as she watched him out of the corner of her eye as he made sure to get every nook and cranny of Izzy.

“It does that. When I was a kid, my mom complained it used to turn white. It nearly did when my dad died.” Ravus answered as he fed Izzy another handful of blueberries to keep her sated and still.

“Really?” Selena asked as she did a double take and imagined his hair white.

“Yup. Marie Antoinette syndrome. I actually colored my hair darker blonde for a year or two to keep it normal.” Ravus revealed.

“Huh,” Selena hummed as she finished getting Gabby covered in sunscreen and proceeded to feed her a few of the blueberries too before she let Gabby rest on her chest and stroked her little back lovingly as she watched Tredd and Sylva talk with curiosity.

“Rae?” Selena asked.

“Hmm?” Ravus looked up from Izzy to her before he followed Selena’s finger to see Tredd talking to his mother.

“What the hell is going on there?” Ravus frowned in confusion as he watched Tredd and his mother have a stare off.

“I don’t know. Something to do with Stella I would think.” Selena ventured.

“Maybe.” Ravus tilted his head curiously before he finished up with Izzy and had her sit on his lap and dig into the rest of the blueberries.

“That’s a negotiation if I ever saw one.” Selena noted as she watched Tredd and Sylva talk.

“Yeah it is.” Ravus agreed. “Whatever it is, has her hackles up.” Ravus noted as he read his mother’s body language.

“I wonder what it’s about.” Selena mused aloud.

“Me too.” Ravus hummed.

“I hope it’s not us.” Selena muttered under her breath.

“No, it’s not us.” Ravus shook his head as he watched Tredd and his mother continue to talk before they seemed to reach an agreement, wishing he could read lips better than he could.

“Nyx and Luna?” Selena wondered as she cut her eyes over to them swimming in the pool with Dani.

“I don’t think so.” Ravus shook his head as he wouldn’t take his eyes off of them.

“Something ‘half’, she’s hired him for something.” Ravus realized as he watched his mother’s mouth intensely.

“What would your mother hire Tredd for?” Selena asked.

“I don’t know, let’s just watch him and see what he does,” Ravus urged as they both watched Tredd go back to Stella before they talked and slipped away.

“That’s just weird.” Selena shrugged as she turned her attention back to Gabby, who was trying to eat most of the blueberries and eating them by the heaping handful.

“Yeah it is,” Ravus nodded in agreement before he saw Dani swim up to Craig and plead to get yeeted into the pool which he obliged as Selena and Ravus both snickered at the squealing screeching Dani made as she got some impressive air before the other kids came up to him and got yeeted too.  

For the next two weeks, Tredd did as Sylva asked and let Ada and Luche draw close and have all kinds of time to reconnect but the moment either one of them got that ‘look’ he was there to ruin it. Tredd, to keep from getting suspicious however, had to do it with some of the other couples too and play it off as him just being a dick. Even Stella was at a loss as to what had gotten into him.

Meanwhile Cor used the break in not having Ada around to worry about him to throw himself completely into his work and he got dangerously close. So close he could practically feel Gilgamesh’s wrists in his cuffs and saw him when he closed his eyes and had dream after dream of killing him and ending it while Hazel, Titus and Sylva could only pray he succeeded.

The last night of the last week of the cruise was the last formal night and Sylva was perhaps extra evil in that she had the DJ play ‘‘What Side Of Love” by Parachute and watched Luche dance with Ada as she and Tredd both grinned at each other as they watched Luche dance with Ada before Tredd’s phone dinged and was notified of an electronic deposit into his account and grinned wider.

“Job well done.” Sylva toasted casually as she clinked her glass with his.

“So how fast are things going to go to shit when we get back?” Tredd murmured quietly.

“Relatively quickly I would think, Cor’s probably been throwing himself completely into pursuing Gilgamesh quite hard. Judging by how much Clarus has been texting Regis and how tense Regis has been the last two weeks.” Sylva revealed. “Could be hours, could be days, possibly weeks, although if it takes more than a month, I’ll be surprised, probably just about the time everyone’s guard is down.” Sylva added as Tredd nodded.

“So basically wait until Hazel gets the warning.” Tredd offered lowly.

“Good for you figuring that out.” Sylva congratulated proudly.

“Yeah, it wasn’t rocket science, she at the drop of a hat decided to come on a three week vacation with us? She’s ordered in Mandarin at the asian restaurants on both ships and she’s been checking her own phone just as much as Regis has been checking his. I mean both of their last names are Stevens for crying out loud and she does have you know, the same accent that Charlotte has and their speech patterns are the same, the same way sisters or mothers and daughters have the same speech patterns, like you and Luna do. And the way she looks at Ada is kind of a dead giveaway.” Tredd murmured.

“Yeah,” Sylva had to admit.

“But I take it since I’m the only one who’s been around Charlotte and Hazel, that I’m the one who knows half of that.” Tredd furthered.

“Correct.” Sylva nodded. “Remember, lips sealed Dearest.” Sylva reminded him before Tredd gestured that his lips were zipped closed.  

When they all did disembark on the boats and finish up the rock tour and Luna and her group finish looking at all the houses in Colorado and Montana before coming home just in time to go back to school, Ada was the first one to be dropped off, Crowe helped cart all of her things inside and Ada was actually disappointed that Cor wasn’t even home and the place looked haphazard. Like all he had done was eat and sleep here while she was gone. She tidied up and freshened up the place as she waited for him to come home before she got irritated and just called him.

“Yeah?” Cor asked when he answered his phone.

“Hey, long time no see, guess who’s home?” Ada asked as she sat on the couch and let Baxter lay on her lap.

“Oh shit, you’re home already?” Cor realized as he looked at the time and realized it was like 8 in the evening.

“Yeah, did you miss me?” Ada asked hopefully.

“Yeah, yeah, of course I missed you, been missing you like crazy.” Cor reassured her as he quickly and busily shoved things into his bag to go home for the night. “Um, have you had dinner?” He asked as he realized he hadn’t eaten anything in the last….8 hours, maybe 9.

“Yeah, Sylva made sure I ate before she dropped me off.” Ada answered. “Kind of been starving for something else though Love.” Ada confessed, maybe she just needed to reconnect with Cor physically to feel right again. Because the last month on the road with all her friends and especially being with Luche again, it had her feeling off in a way she couldn’t define.

“I’ll be home as fast as I can, don’t go anywhere Love.” Cor grinned happily as he came home as fast as he could, but not before grabbing a burger through a drive through to wolf that down on the way home too.

“Ok, I won’t.” Ada giggled.

Cor came home and fucked Ada good and hard, but just...a little too quickly since Cor hadn’t even had a chance to please himself while she was on the cruises and after two rounds and for Ada, one disappointing orgasm later, Cor was out like a light and Ada could only lay in bed and look up at the ceiling as her mind wandered back to the cruises and the few weeks of being on the road with the band. Luche had changed in all the right ways but was still the same in all the ways that mattered and were important. Even though he didn’t say it, he showed it a thousand times over that he still loved her, he still respected her and cherished her and made her feel so special. All Cor cared about is making sure she didn’t cheat on him. Which honestly was a little off putting because his main concern should have been that she had fun and had a good time and missed him. And honestly, being away from him for so long, was sex with Cor always that...lackluster? Like it got some kinks out of the pipes but that was it. Since when was sex with Cor that... disappointing? She would have thought he would have been ticking down the hours until she was home, had a meal ready and waiting for her, had rose petals and candles all over the house and been overly romantic and charming and would have been waiting at Sylva’s house for her… but now all she could feel was disappointment. Had he even missed her that much? At all? He even had new scratches and bruises and new stitches, he had gotten hurt while she was gone and he didn’t tell her. Here she was hoping for a reconnection and she felt even more disconnected now than she did before she came home. Here she thought he would have just wanted to romance her right and then hear every little detail about her trip and her time away from him and it was like, he didn’t want that at all, he wanted to get his rocks off, made sure she was “good” and didn’t stray and then came back in one piece. What the fuck?!

The next morning, Cor outright refused to let Ada leave the house to walk the dog and honestly tried to even keep her away from the windows. Ada felt like she was on house arrest.

“Why?! Why can’t I just take Baxter on a fucking walk?!” Ada demanded angrily.

“Because it’s not safe!” Cor finally snapped.

“I was halfway across the country on a road trip of all things and on two cruises with thousands of strangers but walking the dog in your neighborhood isn’t safe?” Ada questioned. “I need to go grocery shopping, I should be going back to work, I…”

“You can’t, not without me.” Cor cut her off. “Just wait until I get home tonight.” Cor placated as he got ready for work. “Don’t worry about going back to work, we’re ok. You don’t need to work. There’s still plenty of food in the house, you’ll be fine, just stay away from the windows and don’t leave the house.” Cor commanded before he left for work leaving Ada to growl in frustration as she stared at the daggers into his back. This was ridiculous.

She didn’t listen, she still went to the store and got groceries and brought Baxter with her at least as she idly wondered what Luche was up to before she texted him.

‘Hey, what are you up to?’ She texted him as she waited in line at the grocery store.

‘Choosing an apartment. Lol’ he texted back immediately.

‘Really? Where?’ Ada blinked in surprise.

‘Oak Gardens,’ Luche answered. ‘I’m actually looking at different apartments now, wanna help me pick one out?’ He offered hopefully, hoping that didn’t come off weird.

‘I’ll be there in fifteen.’ Ada instantly agreed as she put her groceries on the conveyer belt to be checked out.

She put the perishables into the cold bag and drove straight there and wasn’t surprised to see most of their friends already there picking out different apartments too. Pelna and Yasmine had gotten one and surprisingly Gladio and Pashmina had gotten the one next to that and Craig and Iris had gotten one across the street and even Ravus and Selena had gotten one since Selena had adopted one of Craig’s newfoundland puppies, Bunny since these were townhouse apartments that allowed pets for an extra charge a month and Luche had a hard time deciding if his apartment should be on the left or on the right of Ravus because he liked both, but they were different in their own ways and thankfully Ada was able to look at both and Luche went with the one she liked best which was to the right of Ravus because it had a nicer more easy set up and the color scheme she liked better as she realized, this townhouse was way nicer than the house Cor had and she couldn’t help but feel jealous and wishing she could live here. It had brand new appliances and state of the art this and that and even Baxter liked the apartment really well which Luche took as a good sign. And even though it was a townhouse, it was huge, it had three big bedrooms, three bathrooms, a full kitchen, living room, dining area that was pretty open floor plan and even a basement that had washer, dryer hook ups and brand new appliances otherwise. It was gorgeous.  

Ada decided to stay with them and go out to lunch with them and sat next to Luche and poured over the furniture websites at different furniture and helped him choose what furniture he wanted in each room and in each space using the dimensions she helped him gather of all the rooms in the apartment to make sure they would all fit good as well as picking out a great washer and dryer combo and the apartment complex was in it’s own community that had a pool and a playground and was really close to a nice shopping center and tons of restaurants. It was amazing.

Ada got home in time to put her groceries away, grateful she didn’t get ice cream because it would have melted. But Cor came home pissed at her.

“Why did you leave the house and why did you ignore my calls?!” Cor boomed when he came home as Baxter barked at him for raising his voice before Cor kicked Baxter outside so he couldn’t interfere.

“Because I texted you instead.” Ada answered as she continued to cook dinner. “You knew exactly where I was and who I was with. I was safe, I was fine. Because I was careful.” Ada argued as she paused and turned to face him, her arms crossed over her chest defensively.

“You can’t be too careful Ada!” Cor growled angrily.

“Oh my God, I was gone half the summer and was fine and now that I’m back you’re treating me like I’m a child like you can’t trust me to take care of myself! I’m an adult Cor!” Ada argued.

“You don’t understand! It’s very dangerous right now, I’m just trying to protect you, when Gilgamesh is no longer a threat, I won’t care what you do, because I’ll know then that you’ll be fine but right now, it’s like there’s a bear loose in the neighborhood and all I’m asking is for you to stay in the goddamn house, why can’t you do that?! Why can’t you just listen to me?!” Cor demanded.

“Because that bear wouldn’t be a threat if you didn’t keep poking it with a stick! Just shoot the damn thing and be done with it!” Ada snapped.

“I’ve been trying to! It won’t get into my damn sights!” Cor growled in frustration. “And what’s the deal with you hanging out with Luche all day? According to Gladio, you never left his side.” Cor accused angrily.

“Because he’s been my body guard all summer and is still on body guard duty and will be on body guard duty until you take Gilgamesh down, Sylva fucking hired him to do that. Nothing happened between us all summer, it’s not like that’s going to change over night now that we’re back home. He’s a friend and he trusts my judgement and simply asked for my opinion on stuff, which is something I wish you would do.” Ada defended before the two had a stare off before they both gave each other the silent treatment the rest of the night.

The next day Ada went shopping with Luche again for things to decorate his apartment with as they filled two carts up with stuff since his furniture would be delivered the next day since he was already starting to move his stuff into the place, although he was mindful to leave plenty of room for her things as well since he hoped she’d be moving in sooner than later, but in the meantime he tried to include her in everything apartment wise because he wanted her to feel like she was at home at his place and part of that included having things in his apartment she liked and would use so now both of them were comparing dishes both online and in the stores before they found a set they both loved and adored and afterwords, Luche took her to a tea room for lunch. Ada hadn’t gotten high tea since she came to the states and while Luche’s didn’t love tea, he didn’t hate it either and was open to trying a few varieties before he found one he liked, it was a hibiscus and berry blend that they both liked but Ada’s favorite was still that Irish Breakfast blend.

Ada was torn because for the second time, all over again, she was happiest when she was with Luche because he just talked with her, valued her opinion and input and trusted her judgement on everything, like she was his equal in every way, if anything, like she was more precious than him and more important than him and she was once again the center of his world. God, she had missed that. She missed his sense of humor and his ability to make her forget that anything happening outside the bubble of his presence mattered or existed. She had missed his handsome face and his bright smile and how warm and friendly and at ease he was and how he had all the time in the world to spend on her and how he wasn’t in a rush at all and how every moment spent with her was precious to him. Why had she ever left him? Had Cor really been worth it?

That night she came home and looked around at Cor’s house and realized how little of her was here. That day had been the best day of his career because he had just gotten done arresting Charlotte Stevens and had her in custody, but he couldn’t enjoy it because Ada had been with Luche all day again. The fight with Cor that night was more than she could take and she left with Baxter to take a walk to cool off. It was sunset and she was so angry with Cor she didn’t notice the car following her, and she didn’t notice until it was too late how Baxter seemed to freeze, every hair on his spine standing on end as he started growling and barking ferociously and she barely had a chance to scream before a bag was thrown over her head, she was picked up and she heard a gunshot and Baxter yelping in pain before she was hit over the head and became unconscious.  

[charlottedabookworm]

hamelin-born

The crucified /Cor/ as well? Oh, how Ardyn must have /wept: when he learned that. And Cor must have been almost literally shaking with rage when he learned that Gil was still kicking around - because Somnus and the others? He'd thought they'd been dead for aeons, beyond his reach - but one of them was still here.

Gil probably thinks - well, he's probably wondering if reincarnation is actually a thing.

@hamelin-born

Originally, I was going to have him executed with his own sword – the sword that was given to him by his King, taken by the Usurper – with Gil swinging the blade, before I realised that I really did not want to figure out how Cor’s immortality would work sans head. At all. Nope.

Then I realised that if Somnus and Bahamut were going for peak symbolism – which they probably were what with the whole crucifying Ardyn as if he was a daemon, making it public and slow and painful, and Somnus having hammered the first nail as a symbol of his rule – then, in that case, Cor would probably be crucified after Ardyn was pulled down and he’d seen the body, as a symbol of what happens to those who followed him.

Also, Cruellest Cut is all about torturing Cor, so *shrug* I apologise?

Yeah, anyway, Cor was crucified.

Cor doesn’t really remember all that much of it, thankfully, because he’d lost a lot of blood by that point and infection had set in and he’d just lost his son and his King/lover/husband in quick succession and he might have been hallucinating a little and… Well, Cor wasn’t really in his right mind and he can’t remember much besides sharp pain and struggling to breathe.

By the time he woke up, miles away from city where his body had been dumped, the wounds had already healed over to scars. He has nightmares about it, sometimes, but he can’t really remember most of it.

And when Ardyn finds out, which he will eventually – if not because Cor tells him then because of the faint scars that he still has, scars that match Ardyn’s – he will weep, and he will rage. Because Ardyn knows that pain, knows it intimately, and it breaks him to see those familiar, hated scars on his husband. Because he is one of the very few who understands crucifixion and he hates that it had happened to Cor. Because how dare they?

How dare they execute him? How dare they crucify him?

Cor had done what he had sworn to, had stood by his King, and Somnus had tortured him for it and Ardyn hadn’t thought that he’d ever hate them more than he already had, he was wrong.

(I feel like Regis et al would know about Cor’s scars, would have seen them before, but they’d never quite placed them – never really considered where those specific ones might have come from. Crucifixion has been outlawed in Lucis for centuries after all – Cor totally didn’t step foot in Lucis again ‘til that happened – and they’d never seen the scars.

It’s only when Nyx rages when he sees them, because he recognises them, that they start to consider. And It’s only when Ardyn weeps at the sight that they realise what they mean)

Oops, didn’t mean to babble on like that, anyway.

So, yeah, Cor is totally pissed. Like, so pissed that he’s gone nonverbal and is shaking uncontrollably with rage when he overhears this conversation between Regis and Clarus about the Blademaster and realises what it means. Because Cor hadn’t been able to get his revenge on Somnus and Gilgamesh for their actions, had spent literal years recovering from the loss of his King (because Bahamut, being a complete dick, blocked Nyx’s and Cor’s and Ardyn’s bonds with each other so they thought each other dead and that sorta shit has consequences) and then by the time that he was strong enough it was too late.

As far as he had known, they had both slipped beyond his reach, into a place that Cor could never follow them, that he was barred access to, and how he raged when he learnt that. He’d, not quite accepted but, forced himself to understand that their fates had been taken out of his hand’s aeons ago. He didn’t like it, but he understood it.

Thus was the curse of immortality.

Then, to find out that Gilgamesh – not his cousin, he doesn’t claim kinship to traitors and kinslayers – lives?

Well, it was like a miracle.

He could finally get his revenge, kill the man who had betrayed them, who had held his King in place as the Usurper had nailed him to that cross.

Cor is so angry and determined to kill Gilgamesh once and for all.

(It’s even worse when he fails, limited by his deaged body, and Cor has never hated himself more – he couldn’t even bring justice to one of his husband’s murderers, even after millennia)

As for Gil?

Yeah, he totally thinks that this is a reincarnation thing. Because like, this is his cousin – his cousin who he killed, who he stood vigil over as he breathed his last while nailed to the same cross that, days ago, had held Cor’s King – but he’s young.

Like, seriously young. Gil sorta thinks that he’s been reincarnated into the current Amicitia Clan or something, because that’s the only thing that makes sense. Since Gil didn’t know about the whole, immortality thing except probably in Ardyn’s case. He hadn’t heard of reincarnation actually being real, but it’s the only thing that makes sense.

All he needs is for Ardyn and Nyx to appear and then all of his mistakes have come back to haunt him. There will be much family bonding after they all reunite, aka going to slaughter the traitor. Fun.

[thechocoboos]

Hail and well met stranger! Can I please have the chocobros playing D&D? Thanks, love ya! ❤

I did it. It’s a shitpost, but it’s done. I don’t know too much about DnD so forgive me, cruel world.

Headcanons: The Bros, Cor, Luna, and Ravus Playing D&D

Listen

It was Prompto’s idea. The whole damn thing.

“Hey guys, omg, i have the best idea…”

Noctis agreed. So therefore they had to do it, of course

Let’s get some shit laid down:

Ignis is the DM. He doesn’t want to do it, but Noctis makes him ‘cause no one else can fucking do it

Cor is invited (he comes ‘cause he thinks it’s a legitimate meeting), Ravus is invited (he, too, thinks it’s a legitimate meeting and so he does not come because fuck Noctis), Luna’s invited and comes (much to Noctis’ excitement), and Iris wants to come but Gladio doesn’t let her

Gladio doesn’t take any of it seriously at all, he just fuckin dicks around the whole time as a fucking female dwarven bard named Ignia (named after Ignis, “Out of respect”, he claims)

Prompto gets really fuckin into it, my god, he even starts to change his dialect and voice

Oh he plays as a wise cleric btw, wants to be as helpful to the party as possible

Noct? He plays as a super cool elven rogue and constantly goes back and forth between trying to impress Luna and trying to fuck up Ignis’ campaign (which is near impossible btw, cause he has a 127 paged plan with mini plans for when they do fuck up the plot)

Gladio and Noct team up to dick around half the time, but Prompto whines at them to “play it right” and Luna always backs him up cause she actually wants to play, much to everyone’s surprise

She’s an Elven Paladin btw, and gets very, very into character

If any of the bros so much as do a single bad thing she gets P I S S E D

Now… Cor

He doesn’t know what’s going on. He doesn’t know why he’s there. He wants to go home; it’s his first non-overtime evening in months and now he’s stuck in Prompto’s apartment eating cheeto puffs and being a nerd. Any lesser man would have cried, but Cor’s face is hard and devoid of any emotion. He keeps saying, “I’ve only got a few more minutes.” but it’s been three hours and he does like those cheeto puffs…

When he’s asked to make his character, he makes the most basic human warrior in the world

“Great, Mr. Immortal sir! What’s his name???” Prompto still remains excited

“… Cor.”

The whole room is silent and Prom wishes he could be disappointed but tbh, no one expected anything different from Cor

Ignis does his best to keep them all on track, but after four hours and 27 mixed drinks later, he just fucking goes with their dumbass ideas

Gladio drinks so much beer that he gets drunk off his ASS

Noctis would be drunk off his ass, but Cor doesn’t let him have any more than three beers

Prompto is drunk off his ass and Cor is forced to limit his drinking after one shot of vodka and the last sip of Gladio’s beer (Prom’s kind of a lightweight)

Cor would also be drunk off his ass, but he’s scared of what would happen should he give in to alcohol due to his regret (of being there that night)

The room is full of bowls of chips and candy and there are more litres of soda than anyone can count

Gladio also has the great idea of dragging the sofa over to the dining table so they can“play in maximum comfort”

Gladio also sheds his shirt so he can “play in maximum comfort” (that’s his excuse for everything)

Luna almost leaves after an hour because Ravus shows up saying she shouldn’t be around such drunk filth alone, only to be thrust into the campaign with the rest of them

Within the hour, Ravus is drunk off his ass alongside them and plays as a halfling sorcerer named Samwise who likes to cook potatoes

So at this point we have: Ignis (who is starting to drink vodka from a bottle), Gladio (who’s shitfaced and doing everything in his power to fuck up the game), Noctis (who’s half asleep and also trying to fuck up the game), Luna (who’s doing her best to save the game and have fun), Prompto (who regrets suggesting the game and offering his place to play it), Ravus (who originally didn’t want to be there and is shitfaced), and Cor (who also doesn’t want to be there but could not get shitfaced)

Eventually, Cor lets Noctis and Prompto drink again while he starts taking shots

In another hour, everyone but Luna is a bit more than tipsy

By this point, Ignis is drunkenly and emotionally winging the campaign (his 127 pages are no use at this point)

Cor is smiling and laughing

Gladio is actually trying to play the game seriously, even tho he’s drunk and is struggling to process everything that happens in the plot

Ravus drunkenly makes out with Ignis, and Ignis, also drunk af, merely adjusts his glasses and tells Ravus to buy him dinner first (Ravus then orders pizza, pays for it, and wins over Ignis’ heart like in Harvest Moon and Stardew Valley)

The campaign is absolute trash at that point

The only distinguishable thing is a pissy ogre that rides a dragon and writes crappy romance novels for middle aged women to make up for his lack of a love life

Ignis never knows what he’s saying, Gladio’s entire existence is beer and that one math calculation meme, Ravus continues to make moves on Ignis, Cor is having a great time and actually laughing and smiling, Noctis has already passed out, Prompto is crying, and Luna tries to comfort Prompto

Despite the chips, candy, pizza, soda, and alcohol, they all pass out around 5 in the morning (even tho Noct already is passed out)

Ravus drunkenly tucks Luna into bed (in Prompto’s bed btw) and falls asleep on the floor outside the same room (he would later claim it was to make sure no one got in)

Prompto crashes under the table while holding onto a pillow that smells like beer and regret

Gladio and Cor have a fight over the couch at one point. When they wake up, neither one of them know what happened, but Cor has a busted lip on the couch while Gladio wakes up in the bathtub with a black eye

Ignis had fallen asleep in an armchair, but oddly enough his glasses are found in the fridge and he only has one shoe on

Noctis is still sitting in his seat at the table, face resting on the gameboard and arms cushioning his head

Iris, being the little devil she is, wakes them up at 8 AM on the dot by loudly banging on the front door

She knows they were up drinking late and she knows they’re pissed about waking up so early with hangovers, but she also knows they fucking deserve it for leaving her out (although she does apologize to Luna and Noctis) 

[mtraki]

Hey, Prompts open? Kingsglaive divergence, Ravus Pocketed The Ring Instead Of Putting It On Like A Moron.

[[I know you have been waiting forever for this!  I’m sorry! I hope you like it!]]

(THIS IS SO GOOD.  But there’s a problem: Per canon, originally the plot to offer a fake peace treaty to get the Ring and the Crystal are Ravus’s idea.  The massacre in the Citadel isn’t just a dick move to stab Lucis in the back, it’s just the means to get the Ring and the distraction to get the Crystal.  Those two items were the objective.  So it’s hard to imagine the Niflheim forces would leave without both accounted for.  In the Kingsglaive film, Glauca knows where the Ring is– Lunafreya or Nyx has it, which is why he keeps trying to get them until his climactic fight with Nyx and his subsequent defeat and death.  But what would happen if Glauca cuts off Regis’s hand in the treaty room and nobody knows where the Ring went?  Even manufacturing that instance is difficult because Glauca and Regis were essentially alone in the room when it happened…)

(I’LL DO MY BEST TO SUMMARIZE THE TWO MOST-LIKELY SCENARIOS [separated by *s]) :

It was the metaphorical pin-drop in the room, repeated in unbalanced cadence.  General Glauca turned his helmed head to track it, and King Regis took the opportunity to thrust forward his still-whole hand, now empty of his sword, and cast a sharp gout of lightning into his foe.

Whether this truly accomplished anything more than distraction, Ravus did not know, but he took the opportunity to tuck the fallen Ring of the Lucii under the shoulder of the nearest corpse with the toe of his boot before stepping further into the chamber and drawing his saber as if he were committed to stepping to the General’s defense.

It would have suited himself just fine if the two killed each other without his interference.  All he wanted was the Ring and the power that came with it– power enough to throw off the shackles of the Empire and reclaim his homeland and throne.

But keeping appearances was something Ravus Nox Fleuret had grown accustomed to over these long, long years.  Just a little more patience was needed…

Despite his injury and age, the King of Lucis was swift to reclaim his blade and parry away the swift down-stroke of Ravus’s blade.  It was a weak and obvious strike, but it looked good, and that was his only goal now.  He knew what would come next.

“Stay back, Nox Fleuret.” Growled the General, his voice heavily modulated by the magitek armor, “His life is mine, not for your glory-seeking.”

Oh, Ravus did seek glory– Tenebrae’s glory– and he knew it wasn’t bought with the blood of the King of Lucis.  Not even in all his hate did he think so.

No, leave that to satiate the bloodthirst and vengeance the General had been nursing for so many years.

“Secure the Ring.”

Ravus turned his back, then, on King Regis as Glauca stepped forward to dispatch him, and thought it fitting.  Let him suffer the same dread as Ravus had.

Let him suffer.

With convincing urgency, he made a show of scanning the floor, stooping and moving bodies before returning to where he knew it was.  His timing was good, for Glauca was busy admiring the culmination of all his plotting realized at last, and the running footsteps charging down the corridor had not yet arrived to see him.

The Ring of the Lucii was tucked away into his keeping.

Then his beloved sister, Lunafreya, entered the room accompanied by one of the Kingsglaive.

“King Regis!” The Oracle cried.  With a shout, the Kingsglaive launched himself at Glauca.  Briefly, Ravus wondered what he planned to do with the source of his power gone.  It was only a brief curiosity. The majority of his attention was on seizing his sister by her arm and keeping her away from danger.  He doubted Glauca would hesitate in slaying her if she interfered.

He was surprised to see that he spared the Kingsglaive, leaving him broken on the floor, but still breathing.

“The Ring?” He demanded.

“I’ve not seen it.”

A team of MTs clattered into the room, giving Ravus an idea, “Let them search.  They can dig up the floor if needed. I will go and place the Oracle back into Niflheim custody where she will cause no further harm.”

*  ”Go.” And Glauca turned away, giving directions to the MTs to search the floor and littered corpses for the Ring of Lucii.

Ravus had no doubt the corpses would be stripped and the floor dug up before the night ended.  Perhaps fortune would favor him again, and someone would come and deal with the General before his suspicions turned his way.

The airship was waiting, and he locked his sister away, ignoring the accusation in her looks and her queries as well as her demands.  Let her think what she wished now. Once Tenebrae was ripped from the greedy clutches of Niflheim, he would explain all and perhaps… perhaps she would even forgive him and all he’d been willing to sacrifice.

Even if she didn’t, a lifetime of her resentment and ire would be worth it to see her safe again.

Later, he learned that the General met his end in the treaty room, not far from the King of Lucis, at the hands of the legendary “Immortal”, Cor Leonis, with some assistance from the thought-defeated Kingsglaive that Glauca had foolishly left alive.

Both men were still at large.

Later still, secluded in his offices, Ravus decided his moment had arrived at last…

Hours later, after commanding enough composure into his manner and body language, and after convincing the servants and soldiers that all was well, he went out of the manor in a heavy coat to disguise his injury.

The Ring of Lucii left his keeping into the fast moving river that fed north into the sea.

Only the Chancellor of Niflheim, Ardyn Izunia, seemed to ascertain how his injury had come about, if his strange, sly comments were to be understood.

(end 1)

** “Wait.” Glauca barked. “Turn out your pockets.”

“What?  Turn out–”

“–You’ve been sniffing around the court long enough for me to know you seek opportunity like a snake, Nox Fleuret.  The Ring is too crucial for me to ignore my doubt. Turn out your pockets.”“You dare accuse me of theft?” Ravus buried his worry in audacity and offense, clinging to his haughty exterior.  If he was discovered now…

The General stepped forward, a terrible crunch of steel against the marble tile, like the tolling of judgement, “Turn out your pockets.”

Ravus didn’t move, scrambling.  Trying to think…

“Search him.” Glauca ordered the waiting MTs.

“Ravus…?” Lunafreya murmured.

(From here, it seems pretty grim for Ravus.  He knows if the Ring is found, it’s curtains for him and likely his sister as well.  He can try to fight, but I have no idea how long he’d last– we don’t have a very good measure of how strong Ravus really is at this stage without his magitek prosthetic, though he’s purportedly an excellent swordsman.  He might put on the Ring after all, as a last ditch effort, and we all know how that turns out… Really his only hope is to try and escape, and his chances of doing so in an unfamiliar city that Glauca is familiar with is not great…)

[alia-turin]

Time for more Cor @corleonisweek . I love him so much, I’m totally trying to write somethng for each day, will see how that goes.

Fic Title: The Immortal Week day/Theme: Day 2, Trail of Gilgamesh Rating: G  Characters: Cor, Clarus, Regis, Cid Summary: Cor just lost his fight with Gilgamesh and struggles to accept the fact that he lost. He went trough the challenges with pure stubbornness and arrogance and now neither of these can help him to get over his defeat. 

Tagging: @birdsandivory @jojopitcher @lazarustrashpit @yourcoolfriendwithallthecandy @themissimmortal @ladychocoberry @theyearofdiamonddogs @kairakara101

“You failed, boy.” A voice echoed in the darkness, Cor looked around trying to identify the direction, but it was coming from everywhere. He made a step forward, then another one, it was all the same, nothingness. Nothing ahead of him, nothing behind him. Was he dead? If that was the afterlife it was damn boring.

“You are weak.” That same voice echoed again and Cor waved his sword at random direction.

“Why don’t you come and tell me that in my face.” He decided that if he walked ahead, he would reach somewhere or something.  He tried to remember how he got to that nothingness but couldn’t. He remembered going through Gilgamesh’s trails, he remembered meeting Gilgamesh and then…that’s right he cut off his arm. That was sweet. Then things were becoming a bit blurrier. Did he kill Gilgamesh? No, no something else happened. What happened?

“Your arrogance is your weakness, kid.” The voice continued.

“Don’t call me kid.” No response followed.

Didn’t Gilgamesh say that as well? That he was arrogant. Yeah, he did. And Cor had attack and he had attacked again and again, Gilgamesh blocking each attack. Was he injured? He looked at himself, but he couldn’t see any wounds, nor he could feel pain anywhere. Strange, he remembered Gilgamesh getting to him several times. Certainly, he recalled a very nasty injury just below his chest and his arm bleeding so bad that the grip of his sword was all sticky with blood. There was no trace of that.

“Am I dead?” Cor asked the nothingness, but no answer came. He couldn’t be dead. He was Cor Leonis, the youngest member of the Crownsguard. He might have not been gifted with much in life, but he was gifted with sword skill and he couldn’t just die.

“Arrogant boy.” The voice echoed again.  

“Are you reading my mind?” Cor shouted but only laughter answered his words. “Show yourself! I’m the best swordsman on this star, I will make you eat your own words!”

“Best swordsman?” The voice laughed again. “You are only as good as your last battle. Your last battle didn’t end very well.”

“Lies!” Cor shouted. “I chopped off Gilgamesh’s arm, I killed Gilgamesh.”

“Did you now?” A shape appeared in the darkness surrounded by pale blue light. Cor’s eyes were already used to the darkness and hurt as the light appeared but shortly after the shape made sense to him. It was Gilgamesh, looking like a ghost, almost transparent, his arm still attached.

“I killed you!” truth was, he didn’t remember what happened. He wanted it to be truth, but last thing he remembered was fighting and then this darkness he was stuck in. “Am I dead?” his mind was starting to fill with doubt.

“No. I was merciful.” Gilgamesh wasn’t laughing anymore, his voice was flat.

“I don’t want your mercy. Fight me again and kill me or I will kill you.” Cor rushed towards the blue light and tried to slash at Gilgamesh but his sword cut through thin air. He tried again and again until his body eventually collapsed on the ground.

 “He is coming back to it.” Familiar voice spoke as Cor was opening his eyes. Too much light, too bright. “Hey, kid, look at me.” Something hit his cheek. “Cor, look at me.”

Cor finally managed to fully open his eyes, Clarus was staring at him, there were two other people in the room that he didn’t recognize.

“Where is Gilgamesh, I need to…” Cor tried to get up but his body refused to obey. He was in so much pain. Everything hurt.

“Easy, kid.” Clarus placed a hand on his shoulder gently forcing him to stay put. “You have three broken ribs, your shoulder is dislocated, you have multiple injuries all over your body and you have lost way too much blood and they could transfer only as much from mine in you.”

Cor’s memory was starting to come back to him. He fought Gilgamesh. He did good, but not good enough. He chopped off Gilgamesh’s arm and thought he had him but that didn’t even slow down his enemy. He fought until his legs couldn’t keep him standing anymore and then he lost consciousness.

“Did you go in the cave?” Cor remembered his argument with Clarus before he undertook the trails. Clarus telling him that he has nothing to prove, that his place is by the king…he also remembered calling the older man a coward. Who was the coward now? The man who had the brain to fulfill his duty or the arrogant brat that got his ass kicked.

“No. We found you at the entrance two days ago.” Clarus explained.

“Two days ago…” Cor repeated as if trying to remember something.

“We found that.” Clarus showed him a sword that certainly wasn’t Cor’s. “Don’t know what happened with your sword.”

Memories started rushing to his mind. That was right. He fought Gilgamesh and then Gilgamesh took his sword, and Cor sealed the cave. He sealed the cave so he could come back later, so nobody else could fight Gilgamesh. That bastard took his sword.

Cor wanted to turn his back toward Clarus, but his body refused. Instead he just turned his head in the opposite direction.

“What happened in the cave, Cor?” the older man asked but Cor didn’t answer. He stared at the wall and pretended he was alone in the room.

 Days passed, nurses and doctors came to check on him. One of the doctors said he needed physio for his shoulder but Cor just barked at him and send him out. He needed no physio, he failed, he was good for nothing. Clarus came to see him few more times so did Regis and Cid and Weskham. He didn’t talk to any of them. He just looked in the nothingness of the hospital room and thought about his failure. Cor knew how failure tasted, it wasn’t that he never failed at anything. He failed at school, he failed to fulfil his parents’ expectations at times, but he had never failed with the sword. He knew he was the best with a sword and no one could match him. Until now. He wasn’t special anymore. He was just another kid in the Crownsguard. Good for nothing.

“Stop sulking.” Clarus told him. That was visit number three for this week and Cor hasn’t said a word beside shout at a nurse who came to give him painkillers. He didn’t need painkillers he needed his pain to remind him how pathetic he was. “And apologize to the nurse she was cute.”

“You can go after her and apologize with your dick.” Cor didn’t say that very loud, but Clarus heard it. The man grabbed him by the collar of his t-shirt and pulled him up forcing him to sit on the bed.

“What has gotten into you? Someone spanked you and you are even more insufferable than you used to be.” Cor tried to turn his head away, he couldn’t look at Clarus but the older man grabbed his face and forced him to look at him. “I’m talking to you. What’s your issue? Take it out and be done.”

“I don’t have an issue. I just wish…” he felt something wet around his eyes. He was crying. That was how weak he was, he was crying like some little kid. “I wish I was dead.” He said between two sobs.

“Why?” Clarus asked him as if that was the weirdest thing in the word but it seemed so natural to Cor. Dying is what he deserved. “Because you got your ass kicked? There will be always a better fighter than you, Cor. There will be always someone stronger. There will be always someone better.”

“But I am the best! There is nobody better.” He shouted so loud aq nurse had to check on them but Clarus made her a sign to leave. “I was somebody, I was going to be undefeated, greatest swordsman in history, hero of Insomnia. Now I’m nothing.”

“Kid, you have two modes, don’t you?” Clarus wasn’t holding him anymore and the expression on his face had softened. “Cor ‘Fight me’ Leonis and Cor ‘I failed’ Leonis. You need to use your experience to learn something. Learn to lose, learn to see where you went wrong and correct it. Is that all you got out of that cave? The fact that you failed? Look.” Clarus threw something at him and with great effort Cor managed to lift it. It was a newspaper. The title page was reading ‘Cor the Immortal’. The article went on and on how he was the strongest and braves man in the Crownsguard, how he was the first man to survive encounter with Gilgamesh. He started turning the pages, there were different articles written by different people, some discussing Cor’s background, current condition and if he really was immortal.

“Cor the Immortal.” He repeated out loud. “I hate it.”

“You might hate it, but these people see more in you, than you see in yourself. You didn’t fail, Cor. You learned a lesson.” Clarus took the newspaper from his hands and walked towards the door. “I will check on that nurse. I will see you tomorrow.”

Cor thought of saying thank you, but he wasn’t ready for that yet. He was puzzled how everyone saw success in his failure. Then again there was a good argument in favour of considering being alive as success. Gilgamesh had changed him and he could feel it. It has been a week since their encounter and Cor had never felt so miserable. It was completely new feeling. Self-hate and self-doubt were also destroying him from the inside, but again those were new feelings. Gilgamesh was right, Cor was weak, but he began to understand now what sort of weakness he was talking about. It wasn’t physical weakness, it was weakness in his mind. His stubbornness and arrogance made him weak. Clarus was also right, and he had laughed in the man’s face for being an adult. Clarus had told him he doesn’t want to throw his life away, his life was dedicated to protecting Regis, and Cor called him a coward. Now Cor could see it wasn’t cowardice that stopped Clarus, but duty. He wanted to build an argument for himself that it was duty that send him in that cave, but he had to be honest with himself. It wasn’t duty, it was pride and that same pride landed him on his ass beaten. He was going to learn. He was going to become better man and then show Gilgamesh.

[charlottedabookworm]

I may have been reading your lovely ffxv AUs for a while now (they’re all amazing and lovely, by the way) and I had a terrible, terrible thought - a mashup of Somnus isn’t a dick and the cruellest cut verse, where nyx and cor were mindcontrolled by bahamut into killing ardyn (and then maybe each other. Because bahamut is Not Nice. And he definitely can’t have cor and nyx working together) (I’m not sure where somnus would fit tho)

I’m glad you liked them!

Right, okay, wow. This would be heartbreaking and not something that I had even considered but wow.

The scourge protects Ardyn – the very thing that was killing him, the taint that had caused Bahamut to declare him unworthy of his Kingship, prevents Bahamut from taking control of Ardyn and just forcing himself to sacrifice himself. So, what does Bahamut do?

He tries to convince those around Ardyn of the taint. He tries to convince them to fulfil the prophecy and kill their King, but he underestimates them – he underestimates these puny little mortals who love with all of their hearts and refuse to betray Ardyn.

They try to find another way. Ardyn gets weaker and weaker and weaker while Nyx begs information off of Ramuh and Somnus contacts his political allies for help and Cor scours the libraries for anything. Because they refuse to let him die, not like this.

And the Draconian doesn’t like that.

The Astral reaches for Somnus first. Somnus who is away so often, who has a temper, who has been getting more and more desperate as they continue to find nothing. He reaches for him and he resists but, in the end, he cannot stand against the mental strength of an Astral. Somnus falls to Bahamut, forced to watch from his own eyes as the Draconian plans.

Cor is next – Cor who is less able to resist, who is not a Lucis Caelum and doesn’t carry magic in his soul, but is so devoted to Ardyn that it takes Bahamut longer to take control then it did with Somnus. His love for Ardyn and Nyx protects him for a while, his vows as a Shield and his tenuous connection with the land helping him to fight back, but he could not hold forever. Cor falls, trapped in his worst nightmares as his body plans his husbands’ demise, and Bahamut is one step closer to completing his plan.

He reaches for Nyx last, because Nyx is draped in Ramuh’s power – he is a Lucis Caelum and Ardyn’s son and the Crown Prince of Solheim and Ramuh’s Chosen, those bonds lend him power that his uncle and his faeder do not have, they lend him the strength to fight harder against the intrusion, and he lasts the longest before he falls. But he falls, because all do eventually.

He falls, and he wants to rage at the satisfaction that he feels from the Draconian as his body becomes a puppet.

Ardyn, ill from the scourge and distracted by the daemons that scream inside of his head, notices little of this. Bahamut planned it well and moved quickly and subtly, and changes in personality were written off as frustration and grief as Ardyn’s condition worsened.

Nobody notices until it is too late. Until the plans are set in place.

But Bahamut underestimated the humans – underestimated their love for each other and the power of their oaths and bonds – and overestimated himself and his subtlety. Because he wasn’t quite subtle enough to escape all eyes. Ramuh notices, at the last possible moment.

He tears Bahamut from his Chosen’s mind, aided by Nyx’s magic that was still sluggishly fighting against the intrusion, with enough force to send Nyx reeling. Nyx stumbles a step at suddenly regaining control of his own body, Ramuh’s power still charging through his veins and sparking off of his fingertips, and he reaches out for his bond to his father – weakened by Bahamut’s presence – and shoves a single word across, even as he warps desperately to where Ardyn is.

Run.

Nyx charges into the room – he can’t warp, he had been the one to set up the warp blockers himself of course he can’t warp, why did he do that? Why? – just as Gilgamesh and Cor attack his father, blocking both of the blades with his kukris before grabbing Ardyn and leaping backwards. Somnus stands behind them, his uncle leaning against the wall with a cold disinterested look on his face as his Shield attacked his brother.

Betrayal flashes across Ardyn’s face, flickers across the bonds that he shares with his son and his husband, as they prepare to attack again, and Cor hesitates – the oaths that he had sworn as a Shield to his King, as a man to his husband, and blessed by the magic of the land itself rippled in his consciousness. For a moment, just a moment, Cor regained control.

He throws himself in front of his cousin, taking the blow that Gilgamesh had meant for Ardyn even as he threw his katana like a lance across the room – destroying the machine blocking warping.

“Go!” He screams, and his eyes flicker between pained guilt and the flat emotionless look of before.

And Nyx goes, taking his father and warping away even as his faeders blood paints the walls.

(They run, as far and as fast as they can, and in the moments in between Nyx tries desperately to explain to his father what had happened – that they weren’t in control, that it was Bahamut. And Ardyn is horrified by what Nyx describes, by the way that he apologises over and over again for something that wasn’t his fault – because this was Ardyn’s fault, he had refused to die for the prophecy and Bahamut was taking that out on all of them, couldn’t Nyx see that? 

But he doesn’t have time to tell his son that before they are set upon once again by their own people. He orders Nyx to run and Nyx hesitates but eventually his bows to his father’s orders and he runs to Galahd)

(Ardyn is recaptured, but Somnus fights against Bahamut just enough to have Nyx declared dead and the search called off – because Bahamut wouldn’t risk having the Crown Prince of Solheim, having Ardyn’s son, out there but as far as anyone was concerned Nyx was dead and it would stay that way.

Bahamut, pissed off that these people keep fighting him, takes full control of Somnus – having given up on Cor ages ago because what use was an injured mortal? – and forces him to execute first Ardyn, and then Cor days later, so that the bloodline had ended completely.

Only then does he release his grip on Somnus.

Somnus who breaks down completely because of what he was forced to do, who is the only one left – don’t think about Nyx, it isn’t safe, if Bahamut did it once he can do it again, he has to protect his nephew, for Ardyn and Cor – and the new King and he feels sick to his stomach at the thought of ruling Solheim. But Bahamut has made it very clear that Somnus is to be King, so he changes his name and founds a new country. He wipes his brother and Cor from history, so that his children and his grandchildren will be safe from the Astrals, and dies relatively young hoping to finally be free and to apologise to his brother in the afterlife. Instead, he finds himself bound to the ring, and he despairs all over again)

(Cor wakes where his body was dumped, miles from the crown city, and he considers going back but he remembers dying at Somnus’ hands, remembers his brother-in-law killing Ardyn and he remembers Ardyn’s screams and the betrayed look that he had tried to hide, and he can’t. It wasn’t Somnus, not really, Cor knows that better than anyone, but he just can’t. Instead, he travels, and he hunts, and his guilt grows, and he never quite settles down, especially after he discovers that he’s immortal – it’s his punishment, for not being strong enough to protect his King, this is his punishment – and it is over a thousand years later that he finally speaks foot on Lucian land again. It will be a thousand more before he meets his family once more)

(Ardyn wakes. He wakes to the scourge raging in his veins and his magic sluggish and weak and daemons screaming in his head. He wakes to Bahamut, who tells him of his curse and the prophecy of the Chosen King. He wakes, and he wants to rage. He hears of the death of his husband, hears that his brother is King of a new country, and he remembers what Nyx had told him – remembers the way that Cor had hesitated and the apologies as they both sat in the cells, remembers the look in Somnus’ eyes as he was strung on the cross. Ardyn wakes and he looks at Bahamut and he hates.

That is the day that he begins to plan his revenge, alone in the world and cursed to live forever and staring at the being that had engineered it all, and it will take two millennia for anything to knock him off that course.

In 2000yrs, he will walk into Insomnia and catch the eyes of his son and will feel broken – not broken, never broken, blocked by the Draconian and why had he never realised? – bonds spring to life once more)

(Nyx arrives at Galahd, heart-worn and weary and tired and full of guilt, to the news of his parent’s deaths. A part of him wants to hate his uncle, wants to rage against it all, but he couldn’t. Not when Bahamut had controlled him as well, not when Ramuh had been the one to break him free. Nyx understood and he hated it because this was all their fault and now most of them are dead.

The King of Galahd tells him that the new King of Lucis has declared him dead, has struck the name of King Ardyn from the records, and Nyx – Nyx who was Crown Prince, who had been taking on more and more of the Kings duties since his father had taken in too much of the scourge – understands. 

Somnus is protecting him, is protecting himself and any children he eventually has, and Nyx can never go home again.

The King of Galahd offers him a place in his mother’s home and Nyx accepts, he takes in his sisters’ children when she falls in battle and discovers his immortality a decade later and has to watch them all die, one by one.

It will be millennia before he sees his family again, before he can properly apologise for everything – for leaving them alone and not being strong enough and never looking for any of them, for leaving when his father had asked and not being able to stop Bahamut from doing what he did)

(They all blame themselves, every single one of them, and it rots inside of them for years and years until they are all reunited. Somnus doesn’t realise just who Nyx and Cor are at first, he assumes that he is just seeing things because his nephew and brother-in-law are both long dead. It isn’t until they are reunited with Ardyn – with Ardyn – that he realises.

And that is the moment that Somnus materialises.

All four of them stand, reunited in the Lucian throne room, in front of his eldest surviving descendent and they cry and they apologise and Ardyn tells them all off for blaming themselves despite everything. Two thousand years since they last saw each other and here they stand again, their family almost whole – because Gil is missing, is bound to the Crag, and Somnus had done that to his Shield by his actions – for the first time in ages, and after they talk, they plot)

(They have an Astral to kill, after all)

(Bahamut should have killed them all when he had the chance)

[stephicness]

What are your thoughts on a fan theory that all the events of episode prompto only happened in Prompto's head and weren't real? (Is it safe to discuss the episode now?)

Well, on my blog it is, at least, but I’ll tag for spoilers just in case. c: Because I REALLY want to talk about this theory because, to be honest, I’m really close to agreeing with it. To an extent, I mean, since Episode Prompto was an odd one in my eyes.

So spoilers ahead, because we’re talking EPISODE PROMPTO! Read below for my rambling!

So to me, this idea that Prompto had this all running through his head can be really plausible, I think. Of course, Square can pretty much tell us that they changed up Prompto’s story a bit to fit with his own episode, but honestly? I don’t buy it that much. Episode Prompto is a DLC that Tabata and the others KNEW they wanted to happen, just as they knew they wanted Episode Gladiolus to talk about him running off in Chapter 7, and Episode Ignis to discuss just how in the world Ignis was blinded. I like to give Square credit, and perhaps it might be too much credit, but I will when I say that Episode Prompto should be more well-thought out than we all assume.

Like, for me, and I’ll level with you here, I didn’t like Episode Prompto as much as I could have because it was so odd to me. Literally. Wandering through the snow after mysteriously finding a new outfit, stumbling upon an MT base where Verstael is trying to conduct an immortal experiment that turns him into a sentient version of the Very Hungry Caterpillar, and Aranea miraculously finding Prompto in a period of about two days/less after meeting Noctis and the others in Tenebrae and sending them on their way to Gralea? Perhaps it’s me being overly analytical, but Aranea isn’t THAT good at tracking someone. In a snowstorm. In, again, less than two days or so. Because by train, you can probably make a trip across a country (which I personally assume is about the size of Europe, more or less) in about a day if you really didn’t have any complications. Sans, of course, Ardyn appearing and Gentiana blessing Noctis with her icy presence.

Needless to say, ALOT of things didn’t add up in Episode Prompto, more than they actually did. They of course try to give us the bonus Episode Prompto stuff nevertheless though, like the outfit and the Lionheart gun too (which is super cute by the way…!).

But that’s where this whole fan theory comes into play: There’s so many weird things in the Episode that we can only assume that there’s something FAR more intriguing about just a Metal Gear wannabe DLC. One of the only real ways that can explain EVERYTHING in this DLC is by the fact that it is, in fact, a dream. An illusion that Ardyn conjured up to make Prompto relive the guilt about being an MT, to unravel himself and become the monster he was truly destined to become.

AND HERE’S A BUNCH OF REASONS WHY. SO KICK UP A SEAT BECAUSE THIS POST IS GONNA GET LENGTHY.

1) How the hell did he end up in the middle of the snow? Without any help? In a few days?

So the time frame of FFXV is super weird because we’ve got moments where they’re riding on a train, they’re suddenly stopping in Tenebrae, and those sorts of fun and merry things. So we never really get a rough timeframe of how long it took the boys to travel from Altissia to Gralea where the keep was. But we know for a fact that a good majority of the boys’ traveling is done by train. If you want to go in the comparison of the empire being about the same size as maybe Russia just for relativity sake, it takes you about seven days of train traveling to get across the continent to Gralea, give or take. (Again, this is all just speculations and guessing). Either way, they’re VIA train, at one point by car too with only one major stop to restock in Tenebrae. Beyond that, we pretty much see them make an almost continue train ride to Gralea.

Prompto, however, was thrown off the train just outside of Tenebrae, probably meaning he was traveling with the boys for about 2-3 days already before he had an early departure. He’d have to catch up with Noctis and the others in about 2 days or three after spending about two to three days dealing with the Verstael situation in Episode Prompto. BRINGING IN MATH HERE, but that means Prompto would have to make up that distance at approximately 150 MPH on a snowmobile to catch up to a train going about 80 MPH. Again, in about 2-3 days to catch up on a snowmobile while also taking in account breaks, nights to rest, and getting around obstacles that a snowmobile might not be able to traverse through. Mountains for example? It’d be hard for him to do, no matter how cool he was in Episode Prompto running down a mountain on a snowmobile as it was. Possible, but highly unlikely too.

2) How did Aranea find Prompto so quickly after dropping everything in Tenebrae?

It strikes me odd that we find Aranea suddenly in Episode Prompto because wasn’t she helping in Tenebrae to get people out of the burning manor and escape from the daemon outbreak from the city of Gralea? Why would she immediately drop whatever she was doing to go help out a blond-haired kid that conveniently was there to help her stop a mad scientist from making himself into a human centipede with robo-lasers? To me, I find it hard to believe, considering that she, for one, only met Prompto once direction for about two days to help Noctis go through a dungeon, and maybe a few times within Chapter 8 when she appeared before them all in a mask. (or when she again dropped in and beat up Noctis, again in a mask). She didn’t even acknowledge Prompto throughout most of the Myrtlewood dungeon, I think, so why give a damn about Prompto being lost?

It’s good that we saw Aranea there, but if you think about it, Prompto would probably imagine her the most out of anyone else to save him. He can’t imagine Noctis, Ignis, or Gladio saving him because they’re gone by then, and he already felt like he wasn’t good enough for them. Cor as well wouldn’t be someone Prompto would imagine helping him because Cor’s a Lucian. He doesn’t know anything about the MTs. Aranea, however, does, since she’s a commodore in the Niflheim Navy and someone strong enough to kick Prompto’s ass into shape and help him. He respects her enough to want her aid, but also knows that she wouldn’t push an MT away after working with them for so long.

3) Why did Verstael turn into a goo boy?

From what I remember about Episode Prompto, Verstael was making a machine infused with daemons and humans that would act as his vessel to basically become something more powerful than the Astrals themselves. He was obsessed with this god-like complex of his, which we all can understand seeing how he behaved in his conversation about Lunafreya in Chapter 3 of the base game. He wanted her alive because she could communicate with the Astrals, basically acting as a conduit for him to discover what makes the Astrals so strong. So he made the machine to become some god-like beast.

But why was he turning all gooey anyways? Why did he have to die in order for him to trigger the machine? When he approached Prompto, he radiated dark energy that he was becoming a daemon, turning into a monster. Half of his face was messed-up, after all. But these kinds of traits of daemofication while still alive never happens unless they DIED at some point. If he wanted immortality, he could have just gotten Ardyn to turn him into a daemon like he did with Iedolas and Ravus. Unless Verstael was the first, I mean. This only adds onto the fact that perhaps Verstael was dead and immortal as it was? It’s odd to me that if he wanted to become immortal, he could have easily just struck a deal with Ardyn to become a daemon pet. Instead, he was infused to a giant worm? Why? Why go through all that trouble when daemification and infusing a daemon into something is possible? Verstael is a smart man and knows how to get stuff done, so the trouble he went through to turn into a goo boy, die, get infused with a worm, and get blown up is pretty cray to me.

4) What’s with the flashbacks and paradoxes? 

This, I feel, is one of the bigger pieces of evidence to why Episode Prompto can be a dream theory. Things get really strange with Noctis trying to kill MT-clad Prompto, with Prompto reconciling with his younger self, with Pyrna appearing, etc. ESPECIALLY PYRNA. Because it was said that she had died when Lunafreya died, of grief at that. How is it that the dog managed to wander around when they were supposedly dead? They may be an Astral dog, but they still had an actual minimalistic form. We see that they too can die in the Omen trailer, despite that being a dream too. But still, even the Astrals can be killed somehow – just like how Eos was killed during the whole Lucian royalty are half-astrals theory. Why did these memories and illusions come trick him? Stress-induced hallucinations? A drug injected into him without us knowing? How? It’s odd to me, but most people assume it was an Ardyn mind-trick. He was there, as we see at the very end of the DLC, but why nearly freeze your immortal dick off just to mess with the broken child?

And most importantly – and my favorite detail about this in why Episode Prompto might be a dream theory – 5) How come Prompto wasn’t burned in Chapter 13?

We see at the very end of Episode Prompto that he’s strapped to the torture device and is just hanging there, not doing much and out of his change of clothes by now. Odd that he’d be redressed, but we see Noctis and the others come up and run to him to help Prompto. But later on in that chapter and during some of the Episode Prompto cutscenes, Prompto has that barcode on him. I believe there was a picture (Photoshopped or nah?) that showed that he had done something to his code. But still, those are not burn marks nevertheless, if that picture is real or altered. If they were burned, they be almost like something Ignis has on his face, not red and swollen looking like that, I don’t think. Yes, we get the option to say no to burning Prompto, but still. That barcode would have seen some pretty bad damage on it if Prompto clawed it off, burned it off, anything.

Instead, we see only the mark from when he was the restraint mark on his wrist from perhaps struggling to break free, or from hanging there limply. Fishy that there isn’t any other injuries on him, even after Episode Prompto. That mark over his nose isn’t there during the DLC, the injuries on his wrist aren’t during the base game. For the most part, the injuries that we know of besides you burning off his barcode are all injuries from the base game.

And most importantly, I bring this up too: During Episode Gladiolus, his ending was him walking with Cor to get back to Lestallum to meet the others, right? We see his resolution and ending, his reward and success for completing his task. How come at the very end, we only see Prompto hanging there in that prison? He’s not riding to Gralea to return to Noctis. We don’t see him get kidnapped by any of the Imperial Officers or Ardyn either. We only see Prompto. Trapped. Imprisoned. Why? After all we saw in Episode Prompto, how come they left out the major plot hole that we wanted to know: HOW DID PROMPTO GET TO GRALEA?

Well, with all of those details, wouldn’t it be logical that Prompto never left Gralea to begin with…? That Ardyn had him relive the psychological torture of Verstael and his insanity in hopes of Prompto turning against Noctis? We even know from the Versus XIII plotline that Prompto was initially supposed to betray Noctis during the point where he reveals he’s Verstael’s son. That was Prompto’s crisis point in the initial game, and he was going to turn on Noctis during Versus XIII. Perhaps Ardyn used these mind-tricks to try swaying Prompto to do so during XV. Perhaps he wanted to see their friendship break apart.

That, and Ardyn humming that Chocobo theme at the very end of Episode Prompto. Prompto only ever hummed that with Noctis and the others. How would Ardyn know that Prompto sings that too unless A) he’s a super mega-stalker (which I wouldn’t put it past him to be) or B) he knows Prompto’s mind and secrets and saw the memory of Prompto having sung/hummed that before. Ardyn knew Prompto’s mind more than we really thought, I feel.

So yes, I actually really do agree with the dream theory idea for Episode Prompto because alot of it is strange to me. But even if it all actually did happen, this theory is a fun one to ponder on. c;

[luxroyalty]

snappysprinkledog replied to your post “Just a thought, people forgetting that cor was in mors' war because...”

Dick head nobles using this as a chance to get juicy stuff about the infamous child soldiers and Cor giving them nothing because he's tired and fuck you for trying to get gossip about the shit he went through in an attempt to keep you lot safe

@snappysprinkledog

They’re probably younger, because the older nobles wouldn’t dare because the older nobles were there when Regis ripped someone a new asshole because they kept asking Cor about it.

They’re probably trying to be brave as well, because this is Cor the Immortal, and most wouldn’t dare. 

Cor stares deadpan and dead eyed at them until they get really, really, nervous. they try to edge away but he won’t let them, and it isn’t until they are scared they’re about to get murdered (and Cor would get away with it because Regis) Cor turns away. They never do it again.

[alia-turin]

Title: I Want You to be Safe [between the Prequel and the original fic I guess] Pairing: Cor Leonis x Reader Notes/Warning: SFW

@jojopitcher since you are feeling a bit down today that is for you. You wanted some happy/fuffy Cor/Reader and I am terrible at happy stuff, but I  hope that lifts your spirit just a bit.

You came home just to discover that Cor was already there. That was unusual for him but very convenient since you needed to talk with him about something.

“You are early.” You walked to him and gave him a kiss.

“It was my paperwork day.” He said giving you a very wide smile. Paper work days were the days when he avoided work like the plague, found himself random assignments around Insomnia or even out of town, until there was so much paperwork that Clarus just passed it someone else. It was a weird game they were playing, Clarus trying to force that responsibility on Cor, and Cor avoiding it as best as he can. Sometimes Cor won, sometimes Clarus won, you always wondered however, why they just don’t hire someone else to do it. “If anybody asks, you are sick so I came home to take care of you.” Cor quickly added and you couldn’t do anything else but laugh and wonder if you were actually sick, would he take day off.

“That’s great, because I have something for you.” You opened your purse and passed him the closed envelope you were fusing over all day.

Cor raised an eyebrow at the envelope but he opened it probably expecting a demon to jump out of there judging by the way he did it.

“Oh, the New Year celebrations!” he didn’t seem surprised by the invitation. “Well…I actually have to work…security for the New Year celebration…” you expected that.

“You don’t have to work. It’s New Year, you are the Marshal if you decide you can put every single crownsguard on duty that night. Plus, you will be there, with me.” You had rehearsed that conversation five times today in your head, there was no way he was getting out of that.

“But I never participate in these…”

“Wait.” You interrupted him. “You have been in the Crownsguard and friend of the king for what? More than twenty-five years and you have never participated in any of the celebrations in the citadel?” he didn’t answer just stared at you. “You worked through all of them? That’s at least two per year…over fifty?”

“Somebody has to…” he sounded almost like a child trying to make an apology.

“That’s it. We are going. Please tell me you have formal clothes?”

“I do, but what’s the fuss about? You also never go to these things!” he was going to try to fight his way out of that no matter what it seemed. “Your uncle sends you invitation every time, your mother does and your brother does and you just throw them away! That’s what I do…sort of.”

“Because I am the embarrassment of the family! Half of my family is in politics the other half is in the family business. I’m the only one who, let’s quote my mother, ‘has a simple life’.” You sat next to him and grabbed his hand. “I just want to go with the man I love…”

He sighed very loud and you could see how all his barriers and excuses just disappeared. He didn’t say yes, but nodded in agreement which was more than enough.

 Cor dressed formally was sight you never believed you will see. He was in fact very handsome in suit and you made a mental note to take him out dressed like that more often. His jacket and pants were black, his shirt was red and the only thing that he had kept from his usual clothes were his boots. Still even they somehow hit perfectly with his attire.

“You look handsome.” You smile at him still admiring how good he looked.

“I’m doing it for you, and I intend to do it right.”

You smile at his words. You knew that he was probably putting more effort into all that than it seemed and you were grateful for it. After all, having a normal evening with him was what you were hoping for.

“And I have a gift for you.” He pulled a thing gift box out of his pocket and passed it to you.

“You don’t have to…”

“I don’t have to.” he interrupted you. “But I want to. I realize I am not the ideal partner, and I could be a dick at times and I put my work before everything else, but I still love you and I don’t show it often enough. I promised you I am not thinking or doing any work today, so I intend to be decent boyfriend, or die trying.” He smiled at the end, something he rarely did recently.

“You cannot die you are immortal.” Both of you laughed lightly while you opened the box. It was silver bracelet with diamonds embedded in the chain. “It’s…beautiful! Thank you.” You extended our hand forward so he can put it around your wrist.

 People were already gathering at the Citadel. Being with Cor actually turned out to be great advantage since he could just brush through security, no questions asked. You haven’t been to one of these celebrations in very long time. Last time your parents dragged you here you were just a child, maybe six or seven and understandably a royal ball wasn’t the most exciting place for you. After that your father had passed away and your mother hated going to these places alone. Your uncle had sent you invitations every year, but by the time you were old enough to be actually interested in a ball you were already too busy with work and studies and somehow that didn’t seem your type of crowd.

“What happened to you?” your train of thoughts of interrupted by Clarus’ son coming to you and slapping Cor very hard at the back. You knew the guy, more like you knew him when you were children and you had played couple of times together, but the name was escaping your memory.

“I changed my clothes, Gladio.” Cor remarked matter of factly.

“That’s working in your favour, considering you have a very pretty lady with you….” Gladio was going to say something else but the look Cor gave him made the younger man change the topic very quick. “I think I know you…”

“We have met before…when we were children.” That was the best explanation you could offer him.

“That’s correct. My dad works with your uncle.” he was about to say something else but then Cor just grabbed your arm and pulled you away placing himself almost between yourself and Gladio.

“Don’t you have a prince to attend to?” he asked the younger man serious which was the end of the conversation. You could almost swear that Cor was jealous that you were having a conversation with the young shield.

“Are you jealous?”

“Me? What’s to be jealous about? A younger good-looking man with reputation with women talking with my woman…there is no reason to be jealous.” You had really hard time deciding if he was joking or was completely serious. You decide to go for joking since you couldn’t actually imagine Cor feeling jealous over something so trivial.

“Come, let’s dance.” You pull his hand toward the dance floor but he suddenly pulls you back.

“Let’s not…”

“It’s a ball Cor…people dance.” You pointed toward all the people who were doing exactly that. He was just staring at you when it occurred to you… “You have never done that?”

“Not really.” He finally admitted. “I grew up in normal family and then I started killing things…dancing is not a skill required to be in the Crownsguard…”

“Marshal, it’s time to teach you.” You pull him again towards the dancefloor and this time he doesn’t resist much. “It’s like sword fight…move your legs and you will do well.”

“Right.” To his benefit he wasn’t terrible at it. Sure, at times felt like dancing with piece of very warm and handsome piece of wood, but he wasn’t doing bad. By the third dance and fifth glass of alcohol you could swear that he was lying to you that he never did it before.

The rest of the evening you spent hanging out and chatting with people either of you knew. Watching Cor interact with Clarus and the King was probably one of the funniest things you saw all evening. While they both were very serious and keeping appearances, occasionally they teased Cor just enough to make him seem uncomfortable. In these moments he seemed like the youngest brother in the family who had done everything to prove himself but his elder siblings were still giving him hard time. Part of you could understand now why he was so loyal to the King, that was his family.

Close to midnight you asked Cor if it isn’t time to go to the roof to see the fireworks since it seemed like everyone was moving that way, but he just shook his head and led you away from everybody.

“Cor…” you protested but he was still holding your hand and very surely walking somewhere. Unlike him you haven’t been in the Citadel beside when you were way younger and you had no idea where you were going. You took stairs down, then an elevator until you reached a corridor heavily guarded by Crownsguards. Cor just waved them off when they seemed more than surprised to see the Marshal. Eventually he walked you through a set of massive doors into a…bedroom.

“Cor…?” you raised an eyebrow almost teasingly but he just laughed.

“It’s not what you think. That’s Regis’ rooms and the balcony has the best view in the whole city.” He was still holding your hand and led you to the balcony.

He had a point. You could see the whole city and even beyond the wall from here. The place was obviously positioned lower than the roof and yet somehow felt way nicer. You moved close to the rail and Cor stood behind you, arms wrapped around you, his lips resting on the top of your head. Few seconds later the fireworks started. You realized you barely remember any previous New years’ fire work even if they were happening every year, but you were convinced those were the best.

“Happy New Year.” Cor whispered in your year, pulling you closer to himself.

[apluseffort]

Fic: FLYF

Here’s the Gladio\Cor fic I’ve had on my list for a long while.I might have an idea for a part two but I have so much on my plate right now it will be a while.

AO3 LINK

When all's said and done, neither of them will admit to who started this tryst first. It's a mix of wants and needs that came to a head, a sudden burst of a dam that they ended up drowning in. But at this moment in time, it doesn't matter started this relationship. Not when the world is shrouded in darkness for the foreseeable future and not when the threat of not living another day looms over the general populous’ heads.

So they take what they can get, feelings drudged up by old memories and friendships. It's an escape from everything else. Worn, calloused fingers linked with calloused, long fingers as a warm body wrapped around another. It feels like home, as much as this life could feel like home.

“You heading out tomorrow morning?” A gravelly low voice spoke into the darkness of the trailer.

The body enveloped in his arms shifted a little. Just enough to let the younger man know that he was awake.

“Yes.”

It was a simple answer for a man who liked to keep things simple.

The younger man grumbles, pulling the other closer to him. He wasn’t always this clingy. He’d tried to keep most of his friends close, but it had been months for most and years for some since he heard from anyone other than his sister, Cor and Talcott. The small blood and not blood-related family he had in Insomnia was still together after all these years.

“You’ll be fine, Gladio.”

Gladio could feel the man speak, the vibrations under his hands as he holds him close.

“That’s not what I’m worried about.”

He could feel the man hold back a bitter laugh. He didn’t voice what he thought was funny.

“I won’t be alone. I have a team.”

The Immortal didn't leave on missions alone. Not since the dark began and not since he took over guardian duties over Iris and Talcott. It came as a small comfort, but he knew he was needed and wanted.

Gladio buries his face into the back of Cor’s neck, nuzzling the short, trimmed hair at the base. The warm breath against his skin reminds Cor of another time so similar and so long ago that it makes his heart ache. He tightens his fingers, squeezing Gladio’s hand in reassurance. His safety was something that he couldn’t guarantee.

This shouldn't be as hard as it is, buried beneath the sheets engulfed with the warmth and comfort of another person. Cor breathes in deep, closing his eyes, wishing he could wake up to find the light and that all of those memories that he associated with it. He misses them. Being the one left behind is hard. Especially when he sees the ghosts of friends and those he considered family everywhere he goes.

With a tight squeeze around his middle, Cor feels the hips that were spooned up behind him give a slow gyrating push. He closes his eyes, pushing back into Gladio, egging the other man on. He’s allowed himself to get lost in the other man's personality and body. It was selfish of him. Then again, Gladio had laughed when he brought it up.

”If you think you’re being selfish then I am just as guilty.”

So Cor indulges himself. Allows his heart to give and receive love in an attempt to make it through another day. He lets himself be engulfed by the maelstrom that inherited the name Amicitia.

Gladio whines in the back of his throat on contact. His fingers dig into Cor's sides, pulling him closer. Cor doesn’t mind the sting of nails digging into his skin or the way those fingers seem to glide over his body with indepth knowledge. Or how Gladio’s beard would scratch across the back of his neck as the younger man began kissing the skin beneath his lips.

This creates new memories as much as it reminded him of old ones.

Gladio was attentive, making sure Cor felt the utmost pleasure. Gladio appreciated each moan and sigh escaping the Marshal’s mouth, eager to see if he could do anything different to draw out the experience. Gladio didn't do fast fucks. He made sure Cor was in that bed for at least an hour.

Cor pushed back against Gladio again, closing his eyes as he allowed his senses to take over. He felt Gladio’s half hard cock grind against his ass. The feeling odd, but arousing as he could imagine how soon Gladio would be inside of him, the heat and weight of him an anchor to this world.

He could feel Gladio’s hands travel from his waist to his ass. Fingers roughly knead their way to the cleft, slowly getting Cor used to the motions and the feeling of Gladio’s intruding hands. One hand leaves and Cor hears the rustling of pillows and a cap popping open. He sighs when he feels the warmed lubed fingers circle around the sensitive skin of his asshole. Cor breaths in deeply with a shaky breath as Gladio teases, nipping at the crook of his neck as his other hand tries to hold Cor still.

If there was one thing that Cor found with his lovers was that they liked to tease him. They would tell him how they loved to hear his growling moans and his needy whines. Cor wasn’t terribly vocal in bed, but when his lovers could break him down he would let loose with unintelligible noises that he’d deny any account of.

Gladio would do his best to get him to that point.

A large hand moves low and Cor gasps as it brushes his growing erection. A fleeting touch, but he reacts to it just as readily. His hips buck forward, seeking that feeling once again. The hand comes back, slowly dragging itself from root to tip as Gladio bites down especially hard on Cor’s right shoulder.

Cor growls out a moan then, the only other noise in the room other than Gladio’s kisses. Cor pushes back on his hand lightly fingering his ass as he feels the need to have something, anything inside of him.

“Stop teasing.”

Gladio smiles against his neck as he pushed the first finger inside. Cor whines as his body adjusts to the burn of the intrusion. It's a slow push and pull which makes Gladio grin when he feels Cor's muscles tighten around him before relaxing. Gladio kisses his neck once more before pushing further in, trying to feel for the other man's prostate.

When he hits it, Cor’s body jolts, trying to push back onto the other man's hand. It's the reaction that Gladio finds himself turned on with. He teases as much as he can before he adds a second finger. Cor gasps, rocking back on his fingers as much as Gladio’s grip on him will allow.

“Gladio, keep moving.”

It's a breathy order, but the younger man complies, moving the hand holding Cor's dick with purpose. He rounds the head with his thumb with each pass, making sure to adjust his grip as he pumps the other.

“You ready?”

Gladio’s voice is gruff and low as he waits for Cor’s answer, keeping his fingers moving at a slow and even pace. He could feel the older man tense, his voice struggling to come out. With a terse whine, Cor breathes out a shaky, “Gods, yes.”

Gladio adjusts himself as he pulls his fingers out of Cor. He makes sure to cover himself and lube up before pushing in. Cor groans as he slowly becomes filled. His body adjusts to the intrusion and the the movement. It brings back memories of rushed fucks in Citadel restrooms and slow nights of enjoy another's company while the children were asleep.

Cor tries to ignore the past as he tries to focus on the present. It's hard in moments like this, where his loneliness is sated for a couple hours at a time. He also knows he does the same for the man currently fucking him in slow, languid thrusts. It's a mutual unspoken agreement.

As Gladio keeps his pace, Cor starts pushing back, trying to feel that euphoric high he gets from the other man hitting his prostate. He gasps when a particularly strong movement hits it and he rolls his hips in response. Gladio angles himself up once again as he attempts to hit the same spot as he picks up his own pace.

Cor closes his eyes, as a moan breaks from his lips. His body feels like it’s on fire, his hands grip the sheets in front of him. It reminds him of days long ago, where he’d be rendered into a state of incoherent moans as he was held down and lovingly fucked as he was now. Thirty years old and Gladiolus…

“Gods, Gladio, you fuck like your father.”

Gladio groans as his grip tightens on Cor’s hip and cock.

“Damnit, Cor. Don’t say shit like-”

“Just keep moving.”

Cor knows Gladio is almost at his peak when the pace starts speeding up as well as becoming more erratic. He sighs as he feels his body react to the thrusts, moving his hips back, hoping his relief would come soon. Gladio’s hand on Cor’s dick moves in tandem with each thrust. With final a rough twist and a pull, Cor comes in the younger man’s hand with a drawn out moan.

Gladio grins, kissing the back of Cor’s neck as he feels the convulsions through the other man’s body. He quickens his pace, groaning as he feels the heat pool into his loins. He feels Cor push back once more as he comes, allowing his body to shake in orgasmic bliss. He buries his face into the back of Cor’s neck, trying to steady his breathing to something frantic. He pulls out, Cor moaning lowly as he feels the absence. Gladio ties up the condom and throws it into the small trash by the bed.

Settling back against each other, Cor finds himself drifting to sleep. It’s a lull he’s brought into with the slow steady rhythm of Gladio’s breathing. The younger man falls asleep with his arms wrapped around Cor’s waist, spooned up behind him. They don’t mention Clarus while wrapped up in each other in bed and they don’t talk about the past the next morning. They had decided months ago that they would focus on the present. The now is where they are, wrapped in the comfort of each other’s arms.

[sparklecryptid]

Ace: *after Ardyn is being particularly annoying* If you don’t shut up I’ll name it after Bahamut’s Dick

Ardyn: .....i have taught you too well.

Ace: :3

And yes! It is definitely a finishing type move for everyone other than Ardyn. Because Ardyn is, as you said, literally immortal, and can do what he wants within reason.

Also. *snicker* just thinking of Nyx being seriously impressed by the technique but as soon as Ace is done killing everything Ace just sort of-

Crumples to the ground and Nyx’s awe is replaced by worry real fast.

Meanwhile Ardyn shows the technique off to Cor who is just. Cor is impressed. It takes a lot to impress Cor but Cor is impressed and may or may not stalk over to Ardyn and kiss him senseless.

Which was Ardyn’s plan tbh.

@hamelin-born I am most definitely thinking of all reasons why Lucis Caelums don't just use the ability willy nilly because I don't think it's within my abilities just yet to pull off a successful deus ex tbh

One of the things I'm thinking is that it's used as a last resort. Just as the Wall is an incredible feat of defensive magic the raining of swords down on one's enemies in a flurry of light and then the subsequent warping between them is on par with that I would think. Or almost to that level. So it leaves the LC who used it in a very- concerning position. Either dying or close to dead depending on the size of what they took on.

Because Lucis Caelum magic is tied to their life force after all.

And Imma stop myself now before I begin more worldbuilding.

But on to your second point! Ardyn probably figures it out himself after he sees footage of it and copies it.

Because Ardyn.

Because he needs to be more terrifying apparently.

Cor: ....not now boner