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raven-6-10 · 7 months ago

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Nope, I want to see that too.

Cid and Wesk and Clarus all gleefully spill the details of Regis' various exes from the Road Trip. All the details.

In the interest of finding the kids before the Nifs, of course. Definitely no revenge feelings here, no siree. Or schadenfreude. It's not like they warned Regis a few hundred times this could happen and to be more careful please.

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Mors is perfectly aware that it's Regis' duty to prepare one of his kids to eventually take the throne, and not his. So he's going to take this opportunity to cause his son as many headaches as Regis once caused him, by spoiling all of his many grandchildren and teaching them how to be terrifying menaces.

@sparklecryptid

*grins* AtB reveal AU where the Crystal makes a grandiose magical announcement whenever a Lucis Caelum is born. (Mors is seriously considering making Regis retake sex ed as the announcement comes again - and again - and again - in a matter of months. Regis is just wishing that the Crystal mentioned things like names or locations, not ‘Hail the birth of the son/daughter of the Stone! Hail!’)

More stares at Regis.

Regis is would normally meet his fathers gaze head on but-

Well.

Apparently Regis has eight children he that he lost track of.

“If this happens one more time,” Mors says with an expression on his face that would lead to Regis getting sent to his room when he was younger, “I’ll make sure you never step foot out of Insomnia again.”

Katrina sees the headlines announcing the birth of one of Regis’ children.

Then she sees those headlines again and again and as she carries Ace around her and Carly’s home as he babbles she wonders if she should head to Insomnia and tell Regis.

Ace makes a low whining noise in the back of his throat when he realizes his mother isn’t paying attention to him and Katrina laughs and showers him in kisses until he bursts into giggles again.

There are too many variables, Katrina decides, she’ll wait before introducing Ace to his family.

Ardor is found first, they find a scrawny child scavenging for food in the streets of Lestallum. They only catch him because he runs into another boy - slightly older - who sees Ardor throwing fireballs at the Crownsguard and joins in.

Cor stares at the report. He then stares at the red eyed child in front of him who is accompanied by a woman who looks like she would be more at home in a lab than in Cor’s office. She has a tight grip on her child and hovers close enough to Ardor to grab him and run if anything happens.

Her bright eyes stare at Cor and show no fear. She seems perfectly willing to fight Cor if the situation calls for it.

Cor wonders why he - at 19 years old - was put in charge of this.

Jules is found next. She had thrown a grown man into a wall with magic when said man attempted to harm her mother. Cor and Regis watch as Ardor takes one look at her and her mother and promptly decides that he’ll die for her.

Thanatos must be of the same opinion as he begins to bring her books.

Bard isn’t found so much as brought to Insomnia by her mother after Bard had decided to test out fire breathing.

“I figured,” her mother says in a voice that has seduced Regis in the past, “That if anyone can help her it’s the one who she inherited the magic from.”

Regis thinks of the part of the Citadel dedicated to his children and their mothers and thinks he must have to expand it.

Mercury shows up with an Imperial noblewoman who is currently seeking sanctuary.

“May I ask why the Empire has an arrest warrant out for you?”

“Well,” the blonde noblewoman says with a slight grin, “They can’t put one out for a child can they?”

In that moment Mercury must decide that she’s had enough of not being near her mother because she phases through the door to the interrogation room and demands her mother make her popsicles.

“Oh,” the noblewoman says and her grin widens, “There’s that too.”

Persephone and her mother walk into the Citadel as if they own it.

Persephone has her father sit down for tea and Regis has never been intimidated by a ten year old until now.

“If you hurt my mother,” Persephone says in a tone that is too mature for her age, “The Astrals themselves won’t be able to hide you from me.”

“Does your mother know you are threatening me?”

“She tried to discourage it.”

Regis feels a bit faint and wonders if Noctis will grow up to be like the rest of his siblings.

“I see.”

Jupiter and Ace arrive together having barely reached adulthood. They don’t exactly want to ask Regis to stop being a fucking tool and to ease restrictions on Galahdians seeking refuge but-

Well, listen, sometimes you have to do something uncomfortable to make change. They even made an appointment, they have proof of the appointment.

If only this fucking gate guard would believe them when they say they have an appointment.

Jupiter, because she has never bothered to pay attention to the lessons their uncle taught them in politics and diplomacy, decides that force is the right choice.

“If you don’t let us through,” Jupiter says, “I’m going to freeze you in place, and then I’m going to let my brother decide whether or not to electrocute you.”

“Please don’t tempt me,” Ace mutters under his breath.

“Threats? As if I can’t have you arrested for threatening a standing member of the military see if the Astrals will take pity on you-“

“Oh,” Jupiter says as she eyes the rapidly darkening skies, “I think they might.”

The formerly sunny day turns dark, thunderheads gathering directly above the Citadel. Jupiter watches as the guard does a double take when he realizes Ace’s eyes are glowing a bright gold-

“Shit,” the guard curses and scrambles away from them. The siblings watch amusedly as he frantically reaches for his com.

Rapid footsteps reach their ears and both Ace and Jupiter turn toward the sound. Princess Persephone looks like she just came from a sparring practice dressed in sweatpants and a tank top with her hands wrapped.

“I would prefer it, dear brother, if you didn’t summon Ramuh to wreak havoc on the city this fine morning.” Persephone speaks as if she knows them and Ace and Jupiter exchange a look.

The gold fades from Ace’s eyes and the weather clears.

“I wasn’t going to summon him,” Ace protests, “I was persuading the guard here to let us in for our appointment.”

Persephone raises a brow.

Ace meets her stare head on.

Jupiter cackles.

“He doesn’t have enough energy to summon Ramuh anyway,” Jupiter says, “Not after, well, you know.”

Persephone takes stock of her siblings appearances. They both look like they’ve been on the move for weeks without rest and the beads in their hair are all too telling about where they are from.

“We heard, I would extend my condolences but I expect they mean nothing.” Persephone turns toward the guard. Her eyes are ice as she looks at him. “I will be taking my siblings in to meet with our father. We will deal with you later.”

#ffxv #all the bastards verse #sparklecryptid #mors lucis caelum #regis lucis caelum #fic #fanfiction #fanfic

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noirbriar · 3 years ago

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FFXV AU: Alone

Am I the only one that wanted to flip a table after the Cerberus cutscene?

Warning: one BE in a HE ahead.

(Also, you can’t tell me the brat that called out Regis 30 years ago won’t call him out again. Sometimes when pushed to a corner people tend to make poorer decisions. On the other hand, I really just want the OG chocobros have a chance to reconcile and have a better end, thats all there is.)

Part of The Lion, the Coeurl and the Cub AU

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“For what good is a Sword that delivers but fails in his purpose?”

The words of a ghost haunts him as Cor cracks another curative over Nyx’s unconscious form. His fever rising higher by the hour. To the point Cor is resorting to his rare use of magic, commanding a low blizzard spell from a magic flask to try and cool down the wounded Glaive’s temperature. The potions do not seem to be working, even their meagre handful of elixirs. However if there is anything the Cor Leonis excels at, is at being a stubborn man.

Cid’s basement is quiet. Its late, and they had moved Clarus earlier to another place to get his arm amputated properly. His son is keeping watch over Royals. Whereas Ignis and Gladio focus on the the Shield and the wounded. Monica, ever the reliable one, had jumped in and taken over command of the Crownsguard, and overseeing evacuation of civilians. Last he heard, Monica and Dustin had safely taken some civilians towards Lestallum, including Iris and Augustus Scientia. The remaining Kingsglaives though, thankfully, had some sort of system in place amongst themselves by Nyx, keeping watch or capturing the deserters to be dealt with later. Crowe herself leading the charge. Hell hath no fury like a woman filled with vengeance.

He should have told Nyx something was wrong. He should have been there. He was the elder one between them, a veteran, and he had already suspected early on there was something dark in the works. Especially with his given orders.

Should anything go wrong, evacuate the residents and aid Noctis in his duty as King of Light with the arms of his forebears. Nothing more. Nothing less.

The Marshal should not have left the Crown City to its pitiful defences.

But could you go against your orders? Huh, soldier? A voices whispers darkly in the back of his head. A question Cor had already knew the answer to unfortunately.

They made a vow to put their duty first. Family after. This was non-negotiable by any means and one they understood before they starting seeing each other intimately. Yet, Cor wonders now if he had been wrong, as the dim light of Cid’s stale smelling basement casts a hard shadow on his husband’s battered and broken form.

The Lucian does not remember when his hands started shaking as he pulls the blanket tighter around his husband. When he had first stepped into the middle of the battlefield for the first time facing the MTs that came in waves? Or when he had came face to face with Gilgamesh’s blade? Cor is not sure. Though he is certain that he was broken from long ago. His tears had disappeared upon his father’s sudden passing. Corwin Leonis could never cry again since. Not even at his mother’s quiet funeral did he shed a tear. All of his feelings buried away as he chases target after target with his blade endlessly, one after another. If these feelings are dampened, then things would be easier. Simpler…No?

Everything had all started with a dream and a stranger. The couple had long known about Cor’s ability to see premonitions, possibly due to his closeness to Prompto. Though they were never vivid, just feelings and flickers of visions with undecipherable meaning. This one however, had stood starkly apart from the rest with strange whispers echos in the hollow void.

A wanderer in a colourless world, the frail back of an old man sitting alone in a dark room faces him. Bright rays of the sun filters in between the blinds but does little to brighten the sparse room.

“Death is a lonely passage all will take. Soon you will see, when you die with your regrets, they make poor companions, and even poorer guides.” The old man finally speaks. Cor freezes in his step right behind the aged armchair that looks close to falling apart.

“I thought I had found my purpose as I stepped into the battlefield as a boy.They were my only family for years. Yet I failed them too.”

“To complete my duty, I gave up everything. Even my own life and a family. All to obey and serve. In the end, I outlived my purpose, and even the children. Though in time, what do I have left? Do I even deserve to ask?”

Cor cannot speak, but is forced to listen to the regrets of a dying man.

Suddenly, in the corner of his eye, Cor spots them. Three old Insignia pins that have lost their shine sits on a coffee table.Cor recognises them as personal Royal Crests of the two Lucian Kings and one Lucian Prince. As well as a familiar and faded photograph of old friends. In his lap sits a forgotten pair of katanas that was once the man’s pride. Katanas he is intimately and utterly familiar with.

“What use is even there being an Immortal, if not to mock me for my failure to achieve nothing in this life?”

Cor hisses between his teeth as a chill runs down his back, the Marshal then breaks away from invisible chains and strides over to grab the shoulder of the stranger who laughs brokenly as a mirror of his eyes meet him half way. Eyes of a broken soul.

“For what good is a Sword that delivers but fails in his purpose? Huh? Corwin Leonis.”

The old Marshal grabs Cor’s hand. A striking pain in his head as a noise fills his ears and he lets go. Cor sees flashes of memories. A departing prince and his retinue including his son. A fallen Insomnia that burns, ruined and wasted, swarmed with daemons. The lifeless bodies of his brothers amongst the rubble. A lone Kukri without her master, that lays quietly amongst the rubble…

He recognises the beaded charm on the kukri just as the startling realisation leads him back into a waking world.

His body now covered in cold perspiration, his chest tight and heaving uncomfortably while his ears ring with white noise. Until Nyx’s sudden snores snap him back into reality, and he holds his oblivious husband snoring on his chest a little closer in self reassurance.

The Immortal Shogun is not superstitious be any means. But this? This shook him deep as a sense of dread unsettles the man to the core.

After the lapse in security years ago, even though Clarus is the head of the Crownsguard, Cor has since kept a tighter rein over the his own jurisdiction. The Marshal slowly planting eyes amongst the Lucian Council and the guards, especially those with connections. However, there is one place he cannot reach despite his seniority in rank and the fact his husband and his kin are there. The Kingsglaive.

It is precisely because his husband is a high enough figure in the Kingsglaive, he cannot risk endangering him either. To give him a possibility to doubt his own division might be a death sentence for him out on the field. No, the Marshal must find other ways if he were to try and dabble in Drautos’ domain without looking like he is.

Some time ago, he had turned down the request of young hunters in his network wanting to join the Kingsglaives to aid Lucis in its cause. The young ones,golden haired and full of freckles and life, reminded him too much of his own boy. Although now, tensions have escalated too quickly, their army shrinking with Niflheim drawing nearer to their borders. The increasing secrecy between Regis and Clarus… Cor then began to reconsider the possibilities and his options seriously.

Though for all his ability to calculate and plan ahead ever so meticulously in the battlefield and politics, the Marshal did not account for any of this at the end. Terrorists? Yeah. Niflheim to attack? No surprise. Bloody Drautos and half of the Kingsglaives, traitors? Cor curses the fucker and those turncoats to Pitioss and back, just so he can rip them apart himself.

He works alone more often than not, a necessary habit born from his duty to the crown and as the King’s Sword. However, his job requires him to command men under him as well. As a commander of the Crownsguard, Cor Leonis is no stranger to losing fellow soldiers and comrades. Although this time, he actually feels the chilling fear of loss nipping at his heels from a dark cold place.

Cor had argued with Regis and Clarus for a long time even after the Prince and his retinue had left. The air charged and the magic thickens in the room rapidly. Until the King of Lucis had slammed his fist down and darkly told Cor there was no room for negotiation. As Marshal, he can only obey his given orders. The Lord Shield silent and unmoving. In that moment, Cor Leonis can barely recognise the men he have come to call brothers. He simply gave a stiff salute, and departs.

The day of the treaty, he had been stationed at the borders helping with evacuation and holding off waves of Niflehiem infantry until a frantic Crowe slams into the Immortal Shogun in the midst of the panicking crowd. The mage that was declared AWOL now sporting a gruesome injury on her face as she reveals Titus Drautos as traitor with half of the Glaives. Her initial mission had been a trap. Cor had been unable to receive any news from the City, so when they hurried back into Insomnia, he dreads to think of the worst.

They stood by this reckless child alone on the battlefield and accepted him as their own. Titles and upbringing aside, they were the ones that raised him after he left home, cared for him in all his stupidity and stubbornness. Even after the disagreements in their group, Cid and Wesk still watches out for their youngest out on the field every now and then. Regis and Clarus, ever so supportive by his side as he had climbed the ranks, having his own family. Yet in the final moments he remembers of them were the barriers raised and built between…Where had it all gone wrong, Cor wonders.

There was a loud crack and Cor’s entire being froze. The sudden emptiness and a sharp shatter in the back of his mind as the power disappear from his bones. He sees Crowe frantically turning to him, alarmed. The connection with Regis’ magic had vanished in that instant. The Marshal fears his dark premonitions have come to pass. His beloved brothers were gone.

Until miraculously, they run straight into the very people they sought.

Cor makes a quick glance and his heart shakes. There was Regis and Clarus. Albeit worse for wear, especially the Shield. The Oracle with them as well. All accompanied by Libertus and the Glaives, who were crying in joy at seeing Crowe alive. Guardsman Fortis, as well as the young hunters he had sent in as spies. Cor felt the cool wash of relief come over him. Which was as fleeting as a moment as the stone drops in his gut once more.

“Where’s Nyx?”

The entire squad becomes quiet, neither willing to answer the higher ranking officer demanding to know where he was. Until he sees Regis’ worried eyes betraying their silence, as he follows his gaze to the battling statue of the Mystic and Diamond Weapon in the distance at the heart of disaster.

The Marshal blanks out. No more plans or any appropriate follow up, absolutely nothing. His hand mindlessly reaching for the precious beads he have taken with him before leaving home, hidden in the breast pocket close to his heart. A conflicting set of feelings fills him as he watches the battle continue on in a sea of flames. They both have sworn into duty, and his was to see the Royals’ safety. Yet he cannot bring himself to move.

Regis obviously notices his youngest brother’s still form and immediately knows. The King lets out a cry of withheld frustration. Before he pulled Cor’s leather coat open and all but ripped the Marshal’s Royal Insignia pin from inside. The symbol of him as his retinue and Marshal of Lucis.

An unofficial dismissal.

“I am but a fool who has been blinded for far too long. I will not stand for anymore needless sacrifices! There is a dozen of us here! We are fine! Go to him quickly, my brother! There’s time, his magic with the Lucii is still strong! HURRY! ” Regis grips on his shoulder tightly, hoping. There, Cor sees his older brother once again behind those strained eyes with a myriad of feelings and words unsaid.

“I-“

“Brat! I bloody swear-” Clarus chokes out from beside Pelna, struggling to face Cor. The older man still has fight in him yet. “-Hurry up and go!”

“The most precious gift is the freedom to choose in Life. How will your duty weigh against your heart that remains true?” A familiar voice whispers in the back of his mind, chiming with clarity. Words of a mother to her son. He never quite understood what prompted her to suddenly bequeath him those words in its entirety. Now he knows.

Cor needs not think more, he clasps his hand over Regis’ own on his shoulder and nods towards Clarus. A quiet acknowledgement between them and a promise, before Cor sprints ahead into the heart of chaos. His katanas cutting apart all that stood in his way.

Dawn slowly breaks when he finally finds him at long last. The Lucian spots his fallen husband amongst the remnants of destruction. Cor runs over his battered body and rummages a Phoenix Down with some Elixirs and cracks them over the wounds. Nyx is still breathing but so, so very weak. His left arm shaking and skin crumbling like ashes in the wind. The magic burns stands out like a grim reminder, taunting. Cor hugs his partner close, muttering soft galah in attempt to comfort the younger man in pain. Or are they more for his own shaken self? Cor is uncertain.

Until he notices in not far away, was bloody accursed Drautos clad in Glauca’s ruined armor.

The high commander of Niflheim’s corpse unmoving and still, with kukri lodge in his chest, its charm flittering in the wind. Cor snarls and lays Nyx down slowly, storming over to retrieve his husband’s beloved kukri back. The older soldier drives the blade in again, hard and deep, before he kicks the traitor in his ceaseless rage and screams. The wretched traitor deserves nothing. For he had been the source of suffering for so many. So much senseless grief, loss and death for years and years.

And now, here they are.

Cor stops reminiscing and slumps over his husband tiredly, careful not to jostle the wounds, resting his eyes while pressing his forehead against Nyx’s. All while keeping his palm steady after cracking another magic flask, with the cooling spell cast over Nyx’s injured arm, in faint hope that it eases the magic burns. The Galahdian’s left side utterly torn and destroyed by the power of the Lucii. His breathing shallow and pained. There is little he can do but wait for Nyx to awaken on his own.

“I’m sorry, I’ll do better. I swear.” Cor whispers softly in a sigh as his clan beads clink softly in its place under his shirt along with his dog tags, right near his heart.

In another life, Cor thinks he might have resigned to being alone, content with a life by himself and his swords. Fulfilling a simple purpose of a Marshal of Lucis. Forever serving the line of Kings. Even years earlier as a younger man, he never thought of another life other than one as a soldier. Yet now, he can barely picture one without his husband or his son beside him. Or one without his fellow brothers in all but blood. He has been granted love and he is now not afraid to love in return. Not when they had given him a better meaning to live. A stronger purpose rather than empty servitude for eternity.

He refuses to return being alone once more.

“You know, usually on tv the main character gives a kiss to the lover before rolling in the credits?”

Cor opens his tired eyes to meet the bright azure orbs he knows. The voice, scratchy and rough but laced with familiar humour. There he is. Finally.

“I though I told you that you need to stop being a damn hero. Why are you always so impulsive?!” Cor breathes shakily once he finds his own voice.

“I can say the same to you! I told you to stop doing shit alone, especially something big!”Nyx argues back, unwilling to back down even in exhaustion. “This is not something as simple as a confidential mission, Cor!”

“Yes, but not if it will get you killed!”

“Sorry but you aren’t getting rid of this lovely ass for a damn long time, babe.”

“Fuck you, Ulric. Just, fuck. You.”

“I d- Cor. Cor? What’s wrong? Haqabi…Wha-Hey, you’re seriously scaring me here… ” Nyx begins to struggle and sit up in panic and Cor has no idea why as his chest tightens in heaves. Until he feels Nyx pulling up his good hand towards his face and rubs the corners of his blurry eyes.

Ah.

A cool wave of relief washes over with a quiet ache, and Cor gladly lets all of his emotions take him.

——-

“Better?” Nyx asks carefully as they lay down together after a long while. With the older man buried against his not-so-messed-up side.

“Hn.” Cor grunts inaudibly into his shoulder, not meeting his eyes. The toll and exhaustion finally catching up with the Immortal.

Nyx tries to rub his back reassuringly, murmuring softly sweet nothings in galah tiredly. The dim lamp creaks as the quiet brings a lull which calms to their weary souls. Both exhausted and shaken by everything that has transpired. No matter what happens, they would have each other, and their little family.

Yet there are certain things that would never change between the two.

“Also I think I missed that sorry earlier? Can you repeat it? I think I didn’t hear it quite properly.”

Cor shoves his husband away as the younger man cackles between his painful hisses. Before the Lucian drags his gremlin over for a kiss to shut him up.

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Extra:

“I Am. Not. Moving! Over my dead body! Not until Cor is out!”

“But! Sir, your arm-“

“NO!”

“If we make them leave, we’re fucked, if we don’t make them leave, the Marshal will fuck us over.” Ladon Gyuri bemoans to his fellows over the angry Shield behind them.The old warrior positively fuelling on anger and spite at this point despite his gaping wound. “We’re dead.”

The comment earns him a smack and several curses from them all, “Don’t jinx us, idiot!”

Far along the highway with a hijacked truck, the exhausted crew remains in hiding. The King and Shield of Lucis are adamant in waiting for their youngest brother. Much to their guards’ dismay at their stubbornness.

After what seems like an eternity struggling with their charges, Crowe and Yuri, who were keeping a lookout from their perch on top of the truck, lets out a yell. A figure wandering down the ruined road leading out of Insomnia. No, two. One carried by the other.

Regis steps out of hiding and finally breaks into a smile for once in this entire disaster when he sees them.

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And there we go!The last long fic for this AU! TwT will beta read when i feel less terrible edit: found a plot hole lol, *tosses Cor his damn magic flasks*

Song for this ficlet: FF8 Compression of Time, FF9 Rose of May (Cor’s JP VA is a may baby, the coincidence!)

#ffxv #final fantasy xv #kingsglaive #cor leonis #nyx ulric #regis lucis caelum #clarus amicitia #crowe altius #pelna khara #libertus ostium #mentions of prompto and chocobros #cid and wesk too #oc glaives #cornyx #literally the one thing i could not reconcile with #the lion the coeurl and the cub #older cor leonis

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charlottedabookworm · 6 years ago

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cruellest cut ficlet

When Weskham woke to prepare breakfast, Cor was missing.

It wasn't anything unusual, having happened more times than Weskham could count over the course of their trip (Cor was an early riser, much like Weskham himself, and often slipped out of the tent to train rather than stay in the warmth), but it still made his heart skip a beat.

Only a week ago, after all, had their young friend slipped back into their camp after days missing - covered in blood and clutching a sword like a lifeline, tears slipping down his face as he shook uncontrollably.

Or, their not-so-young friend, as they had been able to piece together from Cor's frenzied words; little of which made sense.

So soon after his last disappearance, Cor's absence from the tent was enough to send a spark of worry down his spine and it was only the near-silent scuffs of a man walking outside that prevented him from waking their Prince and companions.

And yet, exiting the tent, Weskham couldn't help but wish he had.

For Cor was seated before the chocobos that they had hired for this portion of their journey, Regis wishing to visit some out of the way ruins that the regalia would not be able to access, and the expression on his face was so alike that that graced his face a week ago that he paused.

Grief, he had named it then. Cor was grieving. For what, he hadn't known and hadn't asked - the rage and exhaustion that had lined itself onto the young face, aging it decades, had prevented him doing so – but he had been certain it was grief.

Looking at Cor now, Weskham realised while that he wasn’t wrong, he wasn’t right either.

There was grief there, yes, and exhaustion, but more than that Weskham would call the emotion there desolate heartbreak.

“Cor,” he called gently, unknowing as to whether Cor would want him to see him like this, let alone approach him in this situation. Loyal as he was, their friend was closed off about himself, sharing only the barest titbits of his past. He didn’t want to make him uncomfortable, especially so soon after his encounter with the Blademaster.

But Cor just glanced at him briefly before turning back to the chocobo he was petting, the supposed teenager seemingly uncaring even as Weskham approached and settled on the ground beside him.

The chocobo, a yellow, kweh-ed in greeting.

He ran a hand briefly through bright feathers in response, careful not to touch his friends – shaking, he noted in the back of his mind, worry growing – hand.

They sat in silence for several long moments, him watching the horizon as the sun rose while Cor ran trembling fingers through the warm feathers of the chocobo’s head, which was pressed against his chest.

“My husband loved chocobo’s,” he said suddenly into the silence and Weskham fought not to startle at the sudden words or how they shook, turning just enough to see the twist of his lips and the darkness in his eyes; all of his attention on his friend even as he kept his eyes away for fear of Cor falling silent. Because, if he wanted to talk, if he needed to talk, then Weskham would gladly listen.

Internally, he revised the mental age that they had estimated - in the dark after Cor had fallen asleep, sword still clutched to his chest, speaking in whispers as they had tried to make sense of what they had just seen – up by several years if Cor had been married long enough to lose him.

“He had a yellow, just like this one, but because he was an idiot who should never have been allowed to name anything she was called Obsidian,” Cor laughed, short and sharp, like it was tearing its way out of his throat, and it turned into a choked sob halfway through. “He had a black he called Hyperion too, he loved to call for one of them and then watch people’s faces as they realised which name went to which chocobo. But he loved those birds,” he shook his head, burying it in the feathers before him.

It didn’t hide the tears. Or his next words. “And so did our son.”

Weskham stilled, refusing to flinch away from the chocked off heartbreak in his friend’s tone even as his own heart broke for him. A husband and a child and Cor had obviously lost them both and they had never known - and would likely have not believed him if he attempted to tell them before the events of a week previous.

He ached for Cor.

The estimated age was also pushed up by several more years. Looking at Cor’s face, knowing that he had had a husband and a child, he suddenly couldn’t believe that Cor was less than thirty. Possibly even closer to Cid’s age than any of them would have considered.

But the aged grief and tired loss and aching desolation written on too-young features made the possibility far easier to believe.

“I miss them,” Cor whispered, not lifting his head. And Weskham had no idea if he meant his family or the chocobos that they had once owned, but instinct told him that it was both and more besides.

They sat there in silence, the three of them, Cor with his head buried in the yellow’s feathers and Weskham a silent sentinel beside them, offering comfort in the only way that he believed Cor would accept.

They sat there until the sun was bright in the sky and their companions began to stir in the tent and only then, did they separate to complete their tasks.

(Later, when Cor left to scout ahead, Weskham mentioned to the other’s that he believed Cor to be closer to Cid’s age but made no mention of what Cor had told him, of the unnamed husband and son that Cor loved so much even now, no matter how much they pressed him.

It wasn’t his secret to tell)

#my fic #snippet #ffxv #the cruellest cut #weskham armaugh #cor leonis #no idea if wesk feels right here honestly cos i only have vague ideas of what his character is like & this is my first time writing his pov #or: i wanted more moments with cor throwing out snippets of his past to the bros #and this is what came out #might try and make this a semi-series of things #with Cor having small talks with each of the bros where bits of his past is revealed #so yeah - wesk knows that cor had a husband and son but assumes they're dead based on how Cor talks about them #(which is fair cos Cor thinks they're dead at this point too)#and wesk now thinks that cor is like cid's age and is sorta mentally going 'well that explains the grumpy'#i don't think this is very sad but my angstometer is broken so what do i know?#apologising in advance if i make you cry (but not because tears sustain me)#anyway tell me what you think (please - tell me what you think)#ardynson au

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awlwren-writes · 2 years ago

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6 on the kiss meme for Cornyx in the Smoke and Mirrors au XD

Sorry to take so long; the words were in open rebellion. I blame Cor. Kiss #6: "...on a falling tear"

Cor had been a soldier a long time. He had lost a lot of friends, a lot of comrades. He had gotten used to having nightmares. He had a routine. He got up, he either did stretches in his kitchen or took a stroll around the block – just something to center himself in his body, nothing that would really feel like fighting or a mission – and then he would make himself a cup of tea and drink it slowly while reviewing the layers of security protecting each of the people he loved. Sometimes he would write letters to Cid or Wesk to review in the morning and either burn or send along. Sometimes he would write letters to Noctis or Nyx to set aside for a time when he might not be here and they might want to hear the words he could never directly tell them. Sometimes he would write letters to Clarus or Regis, raging about fate and his frustration at not being able to help them in the ways they needed. Those he always burned.

And then he would wash his mug, rinse off in the shower to wash all the feelings away, and go back to bed and try and get as much sleep as he could so he didn’t get anyone killed the next day.

The routine had had two major changes over the long years he’d been the Marshal of the Crownsguard. The more recent was the introduction of Nyx into his life and his bed. Now when he went about his routine, he did so as quietly as possible to let Nyx rest more. Before then, he’d sometimes played music and danced all by himself for his exercise, but now that just made him lonely, and when he was lonely he was tempted to wake Nyx up dance with him and missed him more when he wasn’t there. It was worth the loss, though, for the way his pillows smelled like Nyx when he went back to bed.

The first major change had been the tea he used. He’d started out with just a basic herbal tea he had vaguely recalled someone telling him was good for helping sleep when he was a kid. But one of his comrades had come over to drop off some paperwork for…something. He didn’t even remember anymore. Anyway, they had come by and made fun of his tea collection, calling him a superstitious septuagenarian, and Cor had rescinded his offer and kicked the laughing soldier out of his house. The next day he’d found a collection of fine teas from Cavaugh proper in his inbox, and he’d gotten a different variety every year on the dot.

It had proved to be a useful addition, as not only were the teas excellent, it helped to serve as a benchmark of what year he was in, a tether he could trace back to other memories of things that had happened, good and ill, since he’d started this blend and grounded him in the reminder of what was real and important. Nyx, once he’d started to come to Cor’s apartment for more than just waiting around while Cor changed into casual clothes, had offered detailed critiques of each blend and helped him use up some of the back-logs of the ones he hadn’t quite finished when the year was up, but Cor tried not to think that hard about them. He just liked them, as he’d liked each one.

Tonight, as he stared down in horror at the cup he’d prepared as he so often had before, the tea was just an awful reminder that his nightmare was all too real. Titus Drautos was the man behind Glauca’s mask, and had betrayed each of them and all the glaives under his command too many times to count, and nearly caused both Nyx and him to die less than a month ago. That wasn’t just his brain playing out worst-case scenarios, it was a literal flashback.

Titus Drautos, who had given him this tea.

It was like with his routine interrupted, he couldn’t move on, literally or figurative. Cor sat staring at his cooling tea, feeling the tears leaking out one by one against his will but was helpless to do anything about either. Titus had been his friend, and Titus had tried to have him killed. Tried to kill him himself, multiple times. Titus had given him this tea, and Titus had let Nyx be poisoned. Poisoned and starved and beaten and all but broken. Titus had continued this little joke and support and vital part of Cor’s life for twenty years, and every single one of them he had been working against everything Cor loved. Cor’s tears turned to full-blown sobs, and he tried to muffle his gasped breaths into his palm, turning away from the damning cup and box of tea. Titus Drautos didn’t deserve his grief. And if Cor hadn’t been smart enough to figure out what was happening, he didn’t deserve to mourn the world he thought had been.

That’s where Nyx found him, shoulders heaving and throat aching from suppressing the noise, his free hand in a death grip on the table. “What’s wrong, Cor?” he asked, limping over on his crutches.

Cor shook his head, fighting harder to control his breath, to get himself under control. He was better than this, and Nyx didn’t deserve the extra stress. Cor hadn’t ever suspected Titus, hadn’t been able to prevent Nyx from getting hurt, and now he’d made him get up in the middle of the night and come get him when Nyx couldn’t even walk without pain. What was he even good for anyway? He turned further away as if he could hide what was happening and tried to force his breathing to calm down. This wasn’t helping anyone.

“Oh, Cor,” Nyx said softly, voice thick with his own pain. “I— Just let it out, I got you.” Cor shook his head but couldn’t stop the tears. Nyx hobbled by him and squeezed his shoulder hard, then rubbed it back and forth a few times, facing toward the kitchen so that Cor had some semblance of privacy. “I got you,” he repeated with one last stroke along Cor’s shoulder, before snatching his mug and hobbling off to the kitchen in what in any other circumstance Cor would have admired as an impressive show of dexterity.

There was the sound of running water and what was presumably his mug being rinsed out, and then something being wrung out before Nyx headed back. Cor had calmed enough by that time that he could hear it, at least, even if he couldn’t yet open his eyes or lift his head. He scrubbed at his eyes before he tried to muffle himself again, ashamed of the almost hiccupping breaths that came after most of the tears were gone.

Nyx eased himself into a chair and stoked a hand along the side of Cor’s face a few times, then back down across his shoulder. “C’mon, Cor, breath for me,” he coaxed, and Cor shook his head more out of stubbornness than any disagreement. Nyx forced out a chuckle and moved his hand to Cor’s chest, rubbing circles there until Cor’s breathing had calmed and he could pull his hands away.

“There you are,” Nyx said fondly. “Now are you going to let me have my turn helping you?” Cor nodded mutely, voice still not cooperating yet.

Nyx seemed to take it as his own cue for silence, because he lifted a warm, wet towel to Cor’s cheeks without another word, gently wiping away the tear tracks before drying his face with what felt like Nyx’s sleep shirt. Cor’s mouth quirked up without his input, but it was kinda funny; of course Nyx hadn’t thought to get a dry towel as well.

“Ha ha,” Nyx mocked, but he was clearly somewhat amused at his own expense as well. “I was worried about you, not thinking that far ahead.” There was a swoosh and then a wet thunk as Nyx tossed the used towel back into the sink, something Cor would normally object to but in this case saved him several exhausting steps with his bad leg.

Cor opened his mouth to say something about times like this being the reason Titus didn’t trust Nyx’s planning skills but cut himself off before he could say a word. He could feel the tears coming back and tried to turn away, angry at himself. Nyx stopped him with a firm hand on his jaw, and then there were warm lips on his cheeks, kissing away the traitorous – ha! – tears. “Its okay to cry, you know. At least that’s what you told me. Were you lying to me?” he teased, his own voice thick. Cor shook his head and was rewarded with another kiss to each cheek and Nyx’s other hand coming up to stroke his hair.

“Then everything’s fine, Cor. I’m here as long as you need me to be.”

So Cor just let himself breathe through the pain, not trying to talk or do anything but lean on Nyx’s strong hand and listen to the air moving in and out of both their lungs.

A small eternity later, Cor leaned back and blinked open his eyes to see Nyx smiling wryly at him in the dim light from the kitchen. “There’re my blue eyes,” he said, voice still low and soothing. “Though I have to admit, red is not your color,” he added, voice and smirk sharpening. Cor figured he had used up his childish points for the month and so resisted sticking his tongue out at his boyfriend, or, more accurately to Cor’s actual childhood, biting him. Instead, he lifted his lip to show his disapproval and levered himself to his feet as Nyx snickered at him, then followed suit more slowly.

Cor reached out a hand to cup under his elbow in support as Nyx sorted out his crutches, earning himself a fond smile before Nyx started his slow way back to the bedroom. “Now c’mon. Shower time for you. I don’t want to disrupt your routine,” he threw back over his shoulder.

“No, we couldn’t have that,” Cor agreed as he turned to follow, ignoring the tin of tea still out on the table. “That would be the worst.”

“The absolute worst.” Nyx agreed, still stubbornly leading him on.

#and get some answers #ffxv #cor leonis #nyx ulric #cornyx #smoke and mirrors #my fics #garbria #ask games #an extra scene to tide you over #sorry for any ooc-ness from Cor

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whumpwriterforlife · 3 years ago

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Could I please request shaking and shivering with Cor? Your writing is so good!

Yes you can! Here you go, shaking and shivering with young Cor!

Shaking and Shivering

Fandom: Final Fantasy XV

Characters: Cor Leonis, Regis Lucis Caelum, Clarus Amicitia, Weskham Armaugh & Cid Sophiar

Whumpee: Cor Leonis

Word count: 3790

Warnings: Sickfic

Can be found on ao3 here

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“Wakey, wakey, Sunshine,” Clarus’ voice broke through the sleepy haze surrounding him and then there was a foot nudging him.

Cor grumbled and buried himself deeper into his sleeping bag. His head felt stuffy, his body aching in a way that made him want to do nothing but close his eyes and drift off again.

It was a luxury Clarus didn’t grant him.

Suddenly the world tilted, eliciting a startled yelp from Cor as he scrambled to hold onto the sleeping bag as Clarus dragged him out of the tent by the foot-end of the sleeping bag.

“Hey! You’re buying me a new one if this one gets torn!” He ended up sounding more whiny than anything as he swore at the Shield. Clarus dumped him in front of the fire unceremoniously and laughed as Cor tried — and failed — to smack him. Cor pouted.

“Ah, just in time for breakfast,” Weskham said from somewhere to his left, and Cor turned his head to see him walk over with a bowl of something in his hands. “Here, have some.”

Cor quietly accepted the bowl and peered down at its contents. It was oatmeal with nuts and fruit toppings. Normally he would have been ecstatic about it — it was definitely better than the weird sludge-like ratios they sometimes had — but he didn’t feel hungry this time. He poked some of the fruits with a spoon. Knowing Weskham, or any other of those damn motherhens, they wouldn’t let him get away with skipping the meal. With a resigned sigh, Cor shuffled his way out of the sleeping bag. He instantly missed the warmth of it as he settled down on one of the chairs surrounding the fire.

Regis gave him a curious look from across the fire but said nothing as he dug into the oatmeal. Cor pulled his legs to his chest, ignoring the dirty look Weskham sent his way at that, and slowly started working his way through the oatmeal. At least it was warm if nothing else.

“You’re looking awfully pale this morning. Are you feeling alright, Cor?” Weskham asked as he sat down in the chair next to him.

“I’m fine,” Cor replied and rolled his eyes. It was just a bad day, a minor cold at worst. There was no reason to worry the others with it when he could handle it.

“Are you sure?” Regis asked. “You do look off today.”

Weskham seemed to take this as an invitation to reach over to touch Cor’s forehead. Cor slapped his hand away and sunk deeper into the chair with an unhappy grumble. “Leave me alone. I’m fine.”

Clarus’ eyes narrowed. “Cor...”

Regis put his hand on Clarus’ arm and shook his head. “Let’s finish eating. We have a long day ahead of us.”

“Fine,” Clarus said and shrugged off Regis’ hand before going to get himself breakfast.

Cor stayed silent as they finished eating, barely even greeting Cid as the man appeared from who knows where. He scooted his chair slightly closer to the fire as a shiver raked through his body. It was late Fall, the beginning of the Winter really, and he blamed it on that. He still didn’t have a thick jacket, partly because it was a hindrance in a fight but also because of the cost. Hopefully they would get to the warmer parts of Lucis soon so he wouldn’t have to worry about getting one.

“What’s the plan for today?” Cor asked when the last of the bowls had been put away. They were all still sitting around the fire, watching as the sun rose higher in the sky.

“Well, while you were still sleeping and wasting daytime, Clarus and me went over to a local tipster and got ourselves a few hunts. Nothing too bad but enough to pay for Regalia’s repairs,” Cid told him and sent a glare in Regis’ direction at the last part. Cor snickered. It was the second time Regis had wrecked the Regalia since they had left Insomnia.

“Oh give it a break, Cid, that was hardly my fault,” Regis huffed and got up from his chair.

“You hit a parked car,” Clarus pointed out as he watched Regis disappear into the tent. “The only other car on the lot.”

“It shouldn’t have been parked there!” Regis protested.

“Whatever you say,” Clarus shook his head with a smirk.

Cid looked at the two of them for a moment before rolling his eyes. “The first job is to take care of a pack of saberclaw. According to the map, it takes thirty minutes to drive there and another thirty to hike to their last known location. From there, we’ll head towards Malmalam Thicket for our second hunt.”

“What’s the second hunt?” Cor asked, half dreading the answer. He had hoped the day would be easy, one he could spend sitting in a car, but of course that couldn’t be the case. At least, if he had done the math correctly, he would be able to get a few hours of sleep on the drive to Malmalam Thicket.

“Seadevils,” Clarus told him with an unsettling grin. He was just as much a daredevil as Cor was, even if he was better at hiding it. “Should be fun.”

Cor suppressed a groan. Neither hunt would be exactly easy and there would be no room for slip ups. He got up from his chair. “Right.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Weskham clapped his hands together and nodded. “We should all pack up so we can be on the road as soon as possible.”

Cor grabbed his sleeping bag from the ground and vanished it into the armiger without even bothering to roll it up. He got a few weird looks for it but ignored them as he went to grab his things from the tent.

“I’ll just go wait by the car.”

“No you don’t,” Clarus said and grabbed him by the back of his jacket before he could leave the haven. “It’s your turn to take down the tent.”

Cor yanked his jacket out of Clarus’ grip and glared at the man. Clarus glared right back at him.

This was going to be an awful day.

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Cor felt like death warmed over. His feet felt leaden as he tried to keep up with everyone else as they hiked towards the Maidenwater Bridge and the second hunt of the day. He buried his face into the crook of his elbow to suppress a cough. Fortunately he was far enough behind the group that they didn’t notice. His condition had only worsened throughout the day. He was cold, frozen to the bone. He was wearing two long-sleeves and the thickest jacket he had — which admittedly wasn’t all that thick — but he was still shivering. His head felt stuffy and he was having a hard time focusing on anything. None of this was exactly good when hunting.

Cor was still committed to making it through the day. What kind of ‘guard would he be if he couldn’t do his job because of a little cold? There were so many people that doubted him, that were just waiting for him to fail and fall, many of them his fellow Crownsguards. He wasn’t going to give them that satisfaction which meant he would just have to power through the rest of the day, one way or another.

“Eos to Cor!” Cor’s head jerked up and he saw Clarus looking at him over his shoulder. The Shield gave him a pointed look. “Keep up, we’re almost there.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Cor rolled his eyes but took off in a jog to catch up to the guys.

He hoped the Seadevils wouldn’t put up too much of a fight. He had heard of them and knew roughly how they acted when engaged but he had never actually fought them. At least the Saberclaw pack hadn’t given them much trouble. No curatives had been used and no one had gotten injured. Well, no one if they didn’t count Regis tripping over a tree root when they had been on their way back to the Regalia. That had been hilarious.

They soon arrived at the bridge. It didn’t take long for them to see the Seadevils. There were five of them just chilling on the shoreline on the other side of the river. Cor pressed his lips into a thin line. They were larger than he had expected. Still manageable but more annoying.

“Well those look vicious,” Regis remarked dryly.

“Those jaws look like they’d have no trouble snapping any of us in half,” Weskham nodded as he scratched his chin thoughtfully. “I suggest we all exercise caution when approaching these creatures. Regis, my research indicates they’re weak to ice elemancy.”

“Excellent,” Regis grinned and Cor glanced at him just in time to see his hands flash light blue. Clarus patted him on the shoulder with a laugh and summoned his broadsword. They were both way too excited about this hunt. Cor would have most likely been right there with them, all ready to fight, if he hadn’t been feeling like shit.

“Let’s get this over with before sundown, don't wanna be stuck out here when the daemons come out,” Cid told them, sounding as grouchy as ever as he started crossing the bridge. Clarus grabbed Regis and was quick to follow him.

Cor sighed, pulling out his katana from the armiger as he walked after the trio. He only made it a couple of steps before there was a hand on his shoulder. He turned his head to see Weskham looking at him with worry. “Yeah?”

“Are you sure you’re alright?” Weskham asked him. “You’re all pale and don’t quite seem to be your usual energetic self today. If you need to-”

“I’m fine, Wesk,” Cor told him, more forceful than he needed as he pulled away from the man. He needed to see this through and could rest when they were back at camp. “The others are going, I don’t want to fall behind.”

Weskham pressed his lips together, clearly less than happy with Cor, but said nothing. Cor took that as his cue to pick up the pace to catch up to everyone else.

Regis and Clarus had already thrown themselves into the fight like the adrenaline junkies that they were and Cid wasn’t far behind them with his trusty spear. Cor jogged down to the shore, ignoring how lightheaded and out of breath it made him feel as he attacked the Seadevil closest to him.

He let his training and instincts take over from there, striking and slashing wherever he could as he avoided ending up a snack. The teeth on those things were large and sharp. If that wasn’t enough, they also shot water out of their mouths with pressure that would easily knock any one of them over. Cor hissed as he twisted out of the way when one Seadevil lunged at him, its jaws snapping shut with a downright terrifying snap. He staggered, barely managing to keep his balance. Adrenaline was a huge help, possibly the only thing keeping him upright at this point, but he was lacking his usual finesse.

It became even more evident when he was forced to evade yet another attack. He staggered, the sleeve of his jacket getting torn in the process as he yanked it out of the beast’s maw. A hand on the shoulder stabilized him, and he craned his neck to see Cid behind him.

“You need to be more careful, kid,” Cid told him. Then he was off, back into the fight.

Cor shook his head and muttered a curse under his breath. He was starting to feel a hint of frustration at how badly he was performing.

“Cor!”

Cor spun on his heels at Clarus’ shout but a heavy weight collided with him before he could see the situation. He gasped, his foot catching on a rock as he tried and failed to recover his balance. His katana disappeared in a flash of blue, a startled yelp escaping his lips as he fell into the freezing cold water.

He gasped for breath. The icy water soaked through his clothes in an instant. He couldn’t breathe. Cold. It was so cold. His whole body felt stiff, and he tried to push himself onto his elbows to get out of the water but they gave out from beneath him. He was shivering worse now.

“Regis get him out of here!”

There was sloshing as someone ran into the water and cursed at the coldness of it. A moment later there were hands propping Cor into a sitting position. Regis said something, his eyes tight with concern as he looked at him but Cor was too busy catching his breath to register the words. Regis threw his sword and his grip around Cor tightened. The world lurched in and out of focus and Cor’s stomach churned dangerously. Then they hit the ground by the bridge, away from the fight.

Cor screwed his eyes shut, a strained noise slipping from his lips as he shivered violently. “Regis-”

Regis pulled him into a better position and started tugging off his jacket. “We need to get you out of these wet clothes.”

“But- but the h-hunt,” Cor pointed out. He was still struggling to catch his breath, his teeth chattering together.

“The others can take care of it, we need to make sure you won’t get hypothermic.” Regis stated sternly and threw Cor’s jacket aside. Cor frowned softly, almost tempted to whine as he looked at the rock pile where his jacket landed. It was his best jacket and Regis had just thrown it away like it was nothing. Cor was about to turn and tell him to fetch it but he was overtaken by a coughing fit. He whimpered.

“Cor, look at me.”

Cor’s gaze flicked over to Regis, only to flinch when he reached over to touch his forehead. He tried to move away but his stiff muscles refused to obey him.

“Shit, you’re burning up,” Regis cursed as he pulled his hand away. “Have you been sick this whole day? Why didn’t you tell us?”

“It’s nothing,” Cor shook his head, regretting it when he was hit by a dizzy spell.

“It’s clearly not ‘nothing’!” Regis retorted. He ran a hand through his hair and muttered something unflattering under his breath. “Astrals, that explains a lot. We just thought you were mad at Clarus for what happened in the morning.”

Cor made a confused noise.

Regis sighed. “We’ll talk about this later. We still need to get you out of those wet clothes and away from here.”

The good thing about the armiger was that it made carrying items easy and was always accessible. Regis helped Cor out of his wet clothes quickly and into a pair of warm sweats and a coat he happened to have lying around — floating around? — in the armiger. Cor had tried to tell him he could do it on his own but the way he was shaking told Regis otherwise.

“How’s the kid?”

Cor looked up to see the rest of the guys walking over to them, having taken care of the Seadevils.

“The ‘kid’ is right here.” He glared at them but the effect was ruined when another shiver shook his frame.

“He’s running a fever,” Regis said. “Been sick the whole day most likely if not longer.”

“Could you guys stop talking like I wasn’t here?”

“You what?” Clarus asked, brow furrowed as he looked at Cor. “Is that true?”

Cor shrugged. It was no use hiding the truth anymore. “Yeah, but it’s-”

“And you didn’t think to tell us? Do you realize how stupid that was!” Clarus exclaimed as he cut him off. Cor clenched his jaw and dropped his gaze to the ground as the Shield continued, “Your job is to keep Regis safe and then you just neglected to tell us-”

“Clarus,” Regis admonished him.

“That’s exactly why I didn’t tell you!” Cor snapped, getting to his feet even as he swayed dangerously. Regis was quick to take him by the arm and stabilize him. Cor didn’t brush him off. “If I had told you, you would have left me behind and been one man short! I did my job, I wasn’t going to let a minor cold take this from me!”

At the end of his tirade, he felt all the energy drain out of him and faltered. Regis wrapped both of his arms around him to keep him from falling.

Clarus opened his mouth to say something but Regis silenced him with a sharp look.

No one said anything for a moment but eventually Cid broke the silence. He shook his head as he glanced at each member of the group. “The sun won’t be up for much longer. We need to find a haven.”

“No, we’re going back to the car,” Regis said as he pulled one of Cor’s arms over his shoulders and wrapped his other arm around his waist. His tone left no room for arguments. “We’re finding a motel for the night.”

“We’ll need to move fast then.” Weskham walked over to where most of Cor’s wet clothes had been discarded and picked them up. “The roads are perilous at night.”

“Right, we should get going then,” Clarus sighed. He crossed the gap between him and Cor, sliding the kid’s hand over his shoulders to support him from the other side.

Cor had a childish urge to push Clarus away after the outburst but he had very little energy left. He shivered, taking a shuddering breath as they started walking. His feet were stiff and sore, as was his whole body, and Regis and Clarus ended up having to support most of his weight. They kept up a steady stream of chatter and made Cor participate so he didn’t fall asleep. At a few points during their trek to the car, they had to stop when Cor got overcome with violent coughing fits that left him unsteady and gasping for air. It was clear that his impromptu river bath had only made his condition worse.

They eventually got to the Regalia, where he was safely tucked to the back seat with Weskham, Regis, and their best-equipped first-aid kit. They denied Cor the warm blanket in it which elicited a barely suppressed whine out of him.

“You have a high fever,” Weskham kindly informed him, as if Cor hadn’t been aware of that before the stupid thermometer had beeped with 39,4 °C. “We need to get your temperature down, not up.”

“I’m cold,” Cor complained as he wrapped his arms around himself.

“You just feel cold,” Weskham replied as he dug through the first-aid kit for something.

“Same difference.”

Regis snorted and patted Cor on the shoulder. Cor pouted. At least one of them was having fun.

A moment later Weskham pushed a water bottle into Cor’s hand and offered him two pills. “These should help lower your fever. Take them and drink as much of the water as you can.”

Cor took the pills as ordered and managed to down nearly half of the water before giving it back to Weskham. He then pointedly ignored everyone in the car, except for Regis and his comfy shoulder that was acting as his makeshift pillow, as he closed his eyes. It didn’t take long for the steady rumble of the car to lull him to sleep.

He stirred an indeterminate amount of time later when a car door slammed shut. His nose scrunched up and he made a soft, disgruntled noise at being woken up. Someone chuckled above him, and it was then that he realized he was not in the car anymore. It took a moment longer for him to pick up on the fact that someone was carrying him. If he had had any more energy, he would have been mortified, but as it was, he could barely crack his eyes open to see it was Regis.

Regis looked down at him, a playful smile on his lips. “Go back to sleep, Cor. We just arrived at the motel.”

Cor blinked at him blearily as his brain registered the words. He licked his lips and frowned. “I can walk.”

“Of course you can,” Regis stated matter-of-factly but didn’t even pretend to put him down. “And I can carry you.”

“Just let him do it, kid,” Cid said. Cor craned his neck to see the man walking a few steps behind them. “Reggie can and will outstubborn you this time.”

Cor huffed. Regis carried him into their motel room and lowered him on one of the beds. He closed his eyes and flopped down on his back, only for his head to snap up a moment later when he felt hands tugging on his boots.

“What are you doing?” “Taking off your shoes,” Clarus said, rolling his eyes.

“I can-” Cor started and went to sit up.

Cid pushed him back down. “Wesk wants you to take it easy, so take it easy.”

“I can take off my own shoes!” Cor grumbled but didn’t try to get up again.

“Let us take care of you for once,” Regis said as he sat down next to Cor. Clarus muttered something about how it would have been nice to have some help with the boots but Regis ignored him. “You’re our brother, we want to help.”

Cor turned his head to look at Regis. He wondered if the fever was making him hear things. “But-”

“But nothing,” Regis cut him off. “You worried us today, Cor. You could have been badly injured. We know you’re as stubborn as can be, but we need you to tell us if you’re sick or injured in any way. Out here we’re on our own and need to take care of each other.”

“I’m sorry,” Cor sighed.

Regis smiled. “It’s okay. Try to get some rest. We’ll wake you up when we have food.”

Cor hummed, eyes falling shut once again. Regis helped him get under the covers and Cor offered no complaints this time. When he felt Regis start to rise, he reached out to grab his arm.

“Regis? About the brothers thing.”

“What is it?”

Cor smirked. “Cid’s old enough to be my grandad…”

There was a crashing sound somewhere in the room, followed by swearing. “How old does that brat think I am?”

“Probably sixty or something,” Clarus muttered in amusement.

“Listen here, Amicitia, I could-”

“Cid! Clarus-” Regis began but the words turned into incoherent mush as Cor drifted off. Hopefully the motel would be still standing when he woke up.

#badthingshappenbingo #shaking and shivering #final fantasy xv #ffxv #cor leonis #hurt cor leonis #regis lucis caelum #clarus amicitia #cid sophiar #weskham armaugh #sickfic #fever #coughing #whump #my writing #young cor leonis #hurt/comfort #soft ending

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secret-engima · 5 years ago

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Omg I am loving Lucina. But how does REGIS react? (Actually, I want to know how Cor and Clarus (and later Cid and Weskham, because there’s no way Regis doesn’t panic-call them) react?)

a-world-in-grey said: 2/ oh, and what does Noctis think of Lucina? Does he get to come back down to the day care?

Me: thanks I love her too XD. I’ve covered Regis a bit in the reblog of the OG post. But like-

OH BOY THE CHOCOBROS 1.0 XD.

Clarus is THERE when Regis and Lucina say their Words. He came rushing in after learning where Noctis had been all day and is all geared up to yell at the worker for not informing anyone of where the prince was, but then he saw the way the woman had been ready to FIGHT on behalf of the child before recognizing them. And then Regis opens his big mouth and says something to her.

The woman’s eyes go wide.

And she says the words Clarus long ago memorized on behalf of his king, his friend. The words that scribble hastily across Regis’s right side that Aulea never said.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know he was the prince.”

No.

No way.

His brother is maybe .5 seconds away from panicking because Regis has NEVER dealt with personal shocks well (national emergency? Cool and calm as stone. Aulea out of feminine products that time of month? PANIC.) so Clarus somehow wrangles Regis out of the room. Better to investigate the woman first before letting Regis’s inner romantic put anyone in danger.

Except the woman’s record, the one Cor digs up anyway, is ... astounding.

Fifty children.

FIFTY. Several of them infants and she kept them all alive and reasonably healthy all the way to Insomnia.

Clarus is ... intrigued. What kind of woman does it take to do that?

Secretly, he hopes that ... maybe this will work out. Soulmates has always been a tricky business for royals, but if MORS could be with his soulmate ... maybe ... maybe Regis has a chance too.

That and Noctis adores the woman already. Will NOT shut up about her and the daycare. So really Clarus has a feeling Regis is already doomed.

...

Cor is not there for the meeting, he only hears about it after when Regis is having something of a Crisis in his suite. Cor tears into the investigation with the same doggedness that took him to Gilgamesh’s doorstep years ago and the story he finds is ... well. It’s something.

From Tenebrae, one of the towns that first got swallowed up by Niflheim. Scattered sightings and reports of her over a three or so year period across Tenebrae and Lucis, remembered less for her looks and more for the ever increasing number of KIDS she had along with her. Cor has to sit back and stare at the wall when he realizes that the reports show no use of hotels or caravans (probably because the kids wouldn’t fit) which meant she spent the entire time keeping everyone alive in the WILDS with only supply runs to town.

What. The. Pyre.

The Hunters remember her. Lucina of Many Braids, they call her (a nickname picked up from the Galahdian refugees apparently). They remember her for her kids, for her combat prowess. Several of them remember her taking on Hunts while the pre-teens look after the others, always fulfilling the Hunts in record time and spending the reward money on food and clothes for the little ones rather than herself.

Cor gets records of which Hunts she completed (solo!) and gawks. The woman who in her pictures looks skinny and unassuming has taken down anything from wayward Garula to a pack of Elder Coeurls (he learns later from Lucina that one was an accident. She had stumbled on the pack with her kids and flung herself at the nearest one when they became aggressive to buy the kids time. By the time the kids were away, she had no choice but to fight the rest of the pack until either they were dead or she was. She’d only found out it was a Hunt later and gratefully claimed the reward to buy much needed elixirs).

Cor decides he likes this woman. Of course, he leaves the choice to Regis, it’s his soulmate after all, but privately he finds himself hoping Regis and Lucina will give each other a chance. She is not what he ever thought Regis’s soulmate would be like, and he would like a chance to get a closer look honestly.

That and, if he acknowledges the Fite Happy teen that still lives in his soul, he would dearly like to challenge her to a fight. Anyone who could kill a pack of Elder Coeurls while on the way to Insomnia toting fifty kids HAS to be able to put on quite a show.

...

Cid has actually HEARD of Lucina long before Regis panic calls him about finding his soulmate at long last. Lucina of Many Braids is her new nickname. Mother Nina is her older one, the one the Hunters first used. He remembers her even, a woman blowing into Hammerhead with fifty kids from ages 1 to 9 with a three or so gangly 12-13 year olds trailing on her heels and trying to help manage the rest. He’d given her and her kids food at the diner free of charge, because anyone who could wrangle that many children in the wilds deserved it. He’d had one of the truckers that owed him a favor drive them the rest of the way to Insomnia and wished them luck.

And now he learns the woman was Reggie’s soulmate. Huh.

Well, he cackles over the phone to Reggie, his epithet is the Father, it’s only fitting that his soulmate is the Mother now ain’t it? Regis doesn’t find it nearly as funny but that’s just Reggie.

Cid hangs up after letting Reggie vent, then sits back and mulls over the facts to himself. He decides that if Reggie does the SMART thing for once in his life and courts her, Cid will come pay a visit just to watch the chaos. With that in mind, Cid grins as he dials up a long-unused number.

“Maahgo restaurant how many I help you?”

“Wesk, it’s Cid, you won’t BELIEVE what Reggie just got into.”

A pause, then a warm, “Oh? It must be something special indeed for you to call me. I thought you and Regis did not speak much anymore.”

“He called me up in a tizzy ‘cause he’s gone and finally done it.”

Weskham hums and the sound is exasperated, “What now? Has one of his old flings come back to haunt him?”

“Better. Reggie’s gone and met his SOULMATE.”

Weskham takes in a sharp breath, understanding and gleeful all at once. After all, Weskham’s decision to stay in Altissia had in no small part been influenced by meeting his Soulmate and learning she lived there, “Do tell, old friend.”

Cid does, and Weskham is chuckling by the end of it, “If you go to visit, let me know in advance. I will meet you at Hammerhead and come along.”

“Ya’d leave Altissia for this?”

“Of course. I came for Noctis’s birth didn’t I? Our dear Princeling finding his Soulmate is just as much cause to visit.”

Cid grins, “Ah’ll let you know then. Say hi to Claudia for me will ya?”

“Naturally.”

#SE asks #a-world-in-grey asks #Secret Engima Rambles #Didn't Know He Was the Prince verse #soulmate au #*cackles*

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a-world-in-grey · 4 years ago

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Take My Breath au - Altissia I

-Axis shows up in the morning just as they’re about to leave, dressed in plain clothes and looking like butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth.

-Sola glares at him anyway, and at a grinning Pelna sitting in the drivers seat of the truck. She turns her glare on Iris and Gladio when they greet their older brother far too cheerfully, and on Ignis because she knows exactly who called her Glaives to tell them their departure, thank you very much.

-Cid simply cackles when Sola tells Axis to get on the Six-cursed boat before they leave him behind. Noctis is very carefully not laughing, but she can feel his amusement anyway. Sola decides Prompto is her new favorite.

-A decision that lasts all of five seconds before Prompto demands group photos. Though Sola admits the shot of her holding Axis in a headlock while Gladio loses his shit is a good one.

-Axis updates everyone on the situation, and Sola rolls her eyes when Axis shamelessly admits that yes, the Glaives cheerfully disregarded her orders not to research the scourge from the very beginning.

-Axis also gives Sola hell for not wearing the Clan braid even after Gilgamesh cut through it. He produces a replacement braid when Sola points out that her hair is too short, and Sola levels another glare in Ignis’ direction.

-Only, no, turns out it’s Noctis who tattled, not Ignis, and her brother tells Sola that he’s not an idiot. He knows she stopped wearing the braid in order to protect her Clan by making herself an Outsider. If Sola doesn’t want her Clan to be Kinslayers, then she’s not allowed to die. Sola does not get to give up either.

-Sola glares at the floor to avoid Noctis’ knowing look. Axis touches her shoulder and tells her that the burden of Kinslaying is a choice. Not one lightly made, but it is a choice all the same, made to protect the Clan. He swore himself as Sola’s Shield, swore to protect her and hers, including from herself if necessary. Sola says that Axis has a family. They need him. Axis counters that his wife understands, and his children, when they are older, will also understand. He is not leaving them alone. The Clan will look after them.

-Sola cries. Noctis hugs her on one side, Axis on the other, Prompto squirming in on a third and Gladio wrapping massive arms around all of them. Noctis tells Sola that she’s always protecting him. Let them protect her too. Sola sobs and calls them idiots. Axis chuckles silently and says that they’re her idiots though.

-The rest of the boat ride is long and uneventful, and Sola and Axis break out the various games the Glaives play during deployment to keep Prompto and the others from going stir crazy from boredom. Arriving in Altissia is a relief, because Gladio looks about two seconds from dumping Prompto overboard and Sola’s not far behind him.

-Noctis wants to immediately find Luna and heal Sola, but Sola advises against it. Ignis backs Sola, reasoning that they have no information on the local area, and they should take care not to bring Niflheim to the Oracle's doorstep. Sola tells Noctis that she can wait until after the Revelation from the Hydraean. A few more days won't make a difference. Noctis frowns, not convinced, but doesn't argue.

-The Chocobros head off to the Maahgo to gather information. Uncle Wesk runs the place and is the local tipster. If anyone can give them a report on the local news, he can. Meanwhile, Axis and Sola split off from them to scout out Altissia, given that they are far more stealthy than the others and two people are far less conspicuous than four or six. They make note of Nif numbers and pick up the gossip on the street. And note some very familiar faces.

-Sola’s fingers twitch with the desire to murder Ravus and Caligo, but a hand on her shoulder from Axis helps quell the urge. And he’s right - they can’t afford to create a scene right now. But now that they know who the Nif commanders present are, well, they can plan.

-Sola and Axis make for the Maahgo, and report to Noctis. Noctis tells Sola of the requested meeting with Camelia Claustra, and informs them that he’ll be taking Gladio and Sola along. Sola advises Noctis to instead take Ignis. He has far more political acumen than Sola does, and taking along his Hand instead of his Sword will provide a far better implication to Camelia. One less militant.

-Ignis tilts his head thoughtfully but Weskham actually speaks up, telling Noctis that Camelia won’t appreciate the slight to her hospitality. Noctis counters that Accordo is a vassal of Niflheim, and it would be stupid to expect her to protect the head of state of an enemy country. Hospitality or no.

-Noctis eyes Sola and asks what she plans to do while he's meeting with the First Secretary. Sola affects an innocent look. Noctis isn't fooled, and he says that he knows her. So spill, because he'd rather not be blindsided by whatever mischief she's getting up to. Sola pouts at her little brother, even as the others snort at her in amusement.

-Regardless, Sola tells Noctis that it's highly likely the High Chancellor is in town, given his tendency to stick his nose into everything related to Noctis. The man has a disturbing obsession with him. Camelia has proven most obstinate towards the Empire. Sola doubts Noctis will be accosted while meeting with her. Which will irritate Ardyn something fierce no doubt.

-Gladiolus says that Sola plans to play bait. Sola waves her hand and says that Ardyn sought her out at both Galdin Quay and in Lestallum. If she finds a discreet spot to linger, Arydn will show up or Sola will eat her glaive. Sola wants Ardyn where she can keep track of him.

-Ignis asks what Sola will do if Ardyn shows up with MTs. Sola meets Ignis' concerned gaze with a half-lidded stare, and says that if Ardyn brings MTs, he'd better bring an army of them. She doesn't think he will - starting a fight in Altissia's streets will not endear the Empire to the locals. Noctis tells Sola to bring Prompto with her and Axis anyway. Sola and Axis eye Prompto speculatively.

-Sola and Axis spend the rest of the day dragging Prompto around to give him a crash course on stealth. Well, Axis is giving him the crash course, Sola is providing a target for Prompto to practice on as well as distraction for anyone who might be watching. By the time night falls, Prompto is good enough that he won't immediately give away where he and Axis are hiding, and Sola's found a spot to linger in.

-And sure enough, sitting in one of the cafes overlooking a canal, Sola is unsurprised when-

-"Such a beautiful night on the water. It would be a waste to spend it alone."

-"High Chancellor." Sola greets.

-"Your Highness." Ardyn slips into the chair across from her with a charming smile, before raising a brow at the bottle of wine and empty wineglass sitting on the table. "Expecting company?”

-"Consider it an invitation." Sola cradles her own glass - her second. She's been waiting for some time now. "One of the local vintages I prefer, on rare occasion."

-There's silence as Ardyn pours himself a glass. It's surprisingly comfortable for two enemies. Sola lets herself enjoy it. She might not get to enjoy all that many more.

-"Well now, that's a concerning frown," Ardyn says, "What troubles you?"

-Sola eyes him. Really. He has to ask? "I have a list. Would you like it alphabetically or chronologically?"

-Her deadpan tone draws a laugh. "Perhaps the reason behind your invitation then. In the interest of saving time."

-Fair. Sola has enough problems to keep her up all night if she lets them. And well, Sola does have a reason for drawing Ardyn out, beyond what she told the others. "In Lestallum, you knew I was Scourge-infected," Sola says, choosing her words with care, "How?"

-"It's a long-held interest of mine." Ardyn replies. "In Niflheim we call it the Vanishing Sickness."

-"With how its victims turn into daemons, I can see why," Sola says. She swirls her wine and ignores the suddenly sharp look from Ardyn, though she catalogues the reaction for later, "Given your expertise, what do you think I will become?"

-If she succumbs to the Scourge, that is. But that's not something the High Chancellor needs to know.

-Ardyn hums thoughtfully. "Were you of meager ability and will, I would guess some form of Ronin, or perhaps an Arachne." He chuckles at the face Sola pulls. "I doubt you'll turn into something so simple. No. A woman of your caliber? Nothing short of magnificently unique.”

-And incredibly dangerous, Sola surmises. She takes a deep breath. It won't happen. They'll find a cure - and if they don't, Gladio and Axis will do what is necessary.

-"I am surprised you haven't sought Lady Lunafreya's help."

-Sola snorts. "Please, High Chancellor, give Secretary Claustra more credit than that. Denying you access to the Oracle and her chosen escort is one thing. Directly aiding Niflheim's enemies?" She slants him a wry look. "There's a difference between bold and stupid."

-There's a delicate pulse of magic. Axis - the echo of her own sun-fire-fury unfurling like a cloak - using a stealth spell. Her cue to make her way back to the Maahgo, now that Noctis is safely back from the Minister's mansion. Sola takes her leave, already planning how to lose the two Nif agents tailing her.

-She leaves Ardyn with the bill.

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caelestis-aurumxv · 5 years ago

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FFXV’s One-shots: ‘When they sleep next to you...’ Gladio ver.

—Are we really doing to drink today?—you asked descending from the gondola.

They had reached Maagho’s bar. Cid had recommended winning them there, where they would meet Weskham and receive information about Altissia, its places, beast hunts and the best dishes of the capital. But it was the third day they had been in Altissia, they dad arranged a meeting with Camilia in two more days, so… You were sure that this visit to the bar was not for work.

And that left you uneasy.

—Come on, we’re in Altissia, in a floating bar…—Gladio began to say with a smile—It would be a complete waste.

—But…—you were tryging to find an excuse.

—It’s fine for me.

And when you turned to see, it was Ignis who was now taking the place in front of the bar, where he could chat with Weskham.

—WOH! IGGY HAS ADVANCED!—Prompto said totally energetic.

—Do you want to drink, _________?

The king of Insomnia grabbed your shoulder and gave you a smile, you shrugged.

—At this point, when almost everyone is already seated… I can’t do much, right?—You sighed.

—Let’s drink!—Gladio and Prompto raised their arms, following you in the direction of the bar.

—Wesk, please… forgive them—you said, lowering your head.

The bar man just gave you a friendly smile; it was obvious that it wasn’t the first time he had problems with men thirsty for a relaxation.

—Noct, you’re the king of Insomnia, so you are forbidden to get drunk—Ignis murmured, looking at the drinks menu.

—Why?!

The boy’s question was immediate, giving the impression that he had returned to his teenage age, where Ignis claimed everything before.

—Imagine Lunafreya seeing that news—Gladio added with a low laugh.

—Goodbye second wedding—Ignis evaluated.

—No one wants to marry a drunk—you confessed.

The boys let out a couple of laughs, Noctis just grimaced, looking for something to drink. Taking care that it wasn’t going to be something lethal to his sanity.

The atmosphere of the tavern was pleasant, although it was an open sector you didn’t feel cold when you met your friends, enjoying the trip, the time that passed slowly and the smile that took you with their jokes. You were situated between Gladio and Prompto, enjoying seeing how the King of Insomnia and his butler were discussing what was better… You couldn’t ask for anything else to be at ease. Being with them was the best, it was your treasure.

Weskham brought you out of your thoughts, beginning to hand out the drinks one by one, which had to be a beautiful presentation.

—We have a cosmopolitan.

—Thank you…—Ignis replied with a smile, receiving the cup with his hand.

—A beer.

—Worse it’s nothing… —Noctis laughed receiving the glass.

—That way you won’t get drunk so fast—you said, getting a menacing look from the king.

—A blue Hawaii.

—It’s so colorful!—Prompto exclaimed.

—Sometimes I wonder if you’re really an adult or a child…—critics Gladio looking at his youngest friend.

—The truth is that is sweet, and the sweet drinks get you drunk faster—Weskham added to the big man’s comment.

—Oh, you also asked for the same one…—Prompto said, looking at the glass that Weskham now left in front of you.

—Yes, so… We’ll be laughing nonstop in a few more minutes—you said with a laugh, looking at the gun boy.

—And an unfiltered beer.

—Thank you…—Gladio smiled, receiving the big glass.

—Wow, I’ve always thought Gladio drinks too much, when he does, of course—Prompto added at the end.

Gladio shrugged and only devoted himself to drinking from the big glass, tasting the bitter taste of beer, shaking his head and then snapping his tongue.

—It only takes a little meat to make it perfect—Gladio commented smiling.

—We already ate—Noctis laughed.

—And it was a pretty blunt dinner—Ignis also said, all against Gladio.

—It’s okay, okay, I got it—the big man grumbled.

—Do you remember when Gladio wanted to give a different flavor to the noodle soup…?—Prompto asked, taking a sip of his drink—Oh, it’s so sweet.

—We ended up going after a Behemont!—You exclaimed after taking a drink from your glass, simply delicious.

Then you began to remember the battle, as the story spread each began to empty the glasses, asking Weskham for another round of drinks of the same species, because mixing was a problem at the end of the day, but…Drink more than one glass it was also a problem.

—It’s my third glass already…—Prompto commented, watching as his glass was emptying again, but his cheeks were filled with a red color.

—No more drinks for you—Ignis said, he had already taken off his glasses and gloves.

—I wasn’t going to drink more either…

The blond boy responded, leaned his head against the bar, turned to see you and gave you a soft smile.

—__________ you look pretty when you’re blushing.

And he closed his eyes and then began to snore, ha had fallen asleep.

—Oh no—Noctis sighed, rising from his seat in the bar and approaching behind his friend—Ignis, Prompto feel asleep.

—Well… We’ll have to take him to the hotel—Ignis sighed.

—Are we leaving now?—Gladio asked, drinking the contents of his beer completely.

—Prompto, Ignis and I…yes—the king of Insomnia said with a smile, looking at you now—Does it bother you to go with Gladio?

—N-No, not at all… —You smiled shaking your head, your cheeks were flushed, but not as much as Prompto’s.

—We can go with you…—Gladio said, rising from his chair.

—Calm down, we can with Prompto—Ignis smiled, Noctis carried one arm and he carried Prompto’s other arm.

A movement of Ignis’s head caught Gladio’s attention., but then he dismissed that gesture again taking place next to you at the bar, looked at the menu and asked for something to eat.

—Are you really hungry?—you asked, interspersing glances between Gladio and your other friends, waiting for them to leave the bar without scratches.

—You don’t want to eat something?—the boy asked looking at you, smiling halfway.

—…Y-Yes—you answered nervously.

If you hadn’t noticed the gesture of the head by Ignis you wouldn’t have understood why they were not allowed to leave with them a few minutes ago, but you knew very well why they had been left you at the bar; Ignis knew about your feelings towards Gladio. Obviously, the big guy wasn’t very aware of it, because you weren’t clear. You haven’t even tried.

But Ignis’ eyes and glasses saw your eyes on the big man while he read in the car, while he slept or while enjoying a good noodle soup. In addition to that, you saw how every time before going to sleep you earned yourself along with Gladio, using the excuse that he served to block the cold at the time of opening the tent.

—Then…—Gladio began to say, looking at the meat dish in front of you—You were at the same institute as Prompto and Noctis.

—Yes, I endured them for a long time—you said, laughing.

—Hahahaha, I only knew about you when you started training with me—Gladio commented.

—Cor trained me, he’s a great man…—You said with a smile, stroking your glass—He had a lot of faith that I would become a great crown guard…

—Mh, you seem to cherish him very much…—Gladio stretched his mouth in a kind of beak, looking sideways at you.

For a moment your stomach clenched, you were going to drop everything suddenly, but you managed to silence your mouth with a piece of meat. It wasn’t the time or the way to declare everything in front of Gladio.

—It’s…like a father—you said, blushing and looking down.

—Mh… Are you sure of that?—Then the big man’s voice was more pungent.

—Yes.

—It doesn’t seem, ____________.

—Yes, I tell you, Gladio.

—Why are you blushing?

—…The drink.

And all this happened as the boy began to get closer to you, causing your body to tense with every inch that the big guy gained by approaching you. You felt your cheeks were going to explode from the heat, you closed your eyes trying to calm yourself down, but you were aware of how close the big guy was from you.

—______________—Gladio pronounced your name.

—I don’t like Cor—you said in a serious tone, without looking up in Gladio’s direction.

—It’s not that—Gladio whispered, he was feeling some of your face, but you didn’t look him straight.

—So…?—you asked without turning to see him.

—You really look pretty flushed—the boy whispered in a huskier voice.

You turned from one moment to another with your eyes open, the mixture of alcohol closeness, Gladio’s tone of voice and everything that his person covered had made a mess. You looked at those amber eyes and your lips were trembling, you knew you wanted to kiss him, that you wanted to tell him strongly that you liked him.

You quickly remembered how the boy helped you get up after each workout, how he charged you when you were tired after some hunting or battle, when he smiled at you saying you were great… When he was simply Gladio by your side and trusted you.

—Gladiolus…—you called his name.

Then the boy made a small sound, as if he was attending your call, raising his chin a little, without breaking the connection of glances between you, he was staring into your eyes, trying to decipher what you were hiding. Buy you had forgotten that those eyes, besides trusting you, knew women.

A womanizer, you thought.

—_____________!—Gladio exclaimed your name.

You had risen suddenly with that idea in your head, but the balance vanished from your body leading you to faint suddenly. That was the reason why Gladio had shouted your name.

It’s true, you had never stopped to think that Gladio would probably have a couple of girlfriends around here, another little there, because that was his essence. Gladio was someone friendly, funny, but he was also flirtatious, so it was silly to think he would never have had a girlfriend or some love mess.

They were not jealous, it was probably envy, of not being able to become enough for Gladio, of not meeting his standard of ideal type of woman. But then when you convinced yourself of not being someone ideal for him, you remembered the times that you comforted him on the battlefield, when you helped heal the deepest wounds, when you trained around the camp along with Noctis and he always yelled words of encouragement when you were losing, you couldn’t refuse to want to be with him, he knew how to get the best out of you, he knew how get your inner strength, that force that led you to protect Insomnia and the king.

—Hey, __________.

You made a sound similar to a groan, opening your eyes slowly, finding a different scenario, the walls had the wallpaper you had been seeing two nights ago, but this was not your room because then in a corned you noticed that there was a big sword.

A greatsword.

—Shit—you murmured, reincorporating yourself tightly in bed, looking next to you and discovering Gladio who was next to you—Igh, no… don’t… agh.

Your head hurt because of the effect of the drinks and when you thought about what nonsense you got to do while in that condition.

—T-Tell me please, we didn’t have sex—you pleaded, looking down.

Gladio said nothing.

—Gladio…—you murmured, opening your eyes slowly to turn to see him—w-what?

The boy’s eyes were wide open, looking at you with a blush on his cheeks, thinking maybe how it would have been intimate with you, unfortunately… that had not happened.

—N-No…—he replied.

—Is something wrong?—you asked, with a grimace on your face, your head bothered a little.

—W-Wait, I think I have a remedy on the other side…—Gladio said, settling in bed and stopping for a moment—Eh, unless you want me to pass over you, there are aspirins in the furniture there.

—…T-Thank you—you whispered, moving your body away from his to go to the night table.

—So…

Your heart clenched to feel that the boy was getting out of bed, turned to see him and now he was going to the bathroom. Since you woke up you had a thousand and one questions in your head, but you knew that what you said recently had made a small difference. It could have been true that, you already have sex, but now you would have to reject it, or it could be that you didn’t make it and now you would have to explain why exactly it should happen.

—Can I ask you not to question me?

—Well, if you want, then I won’t ask anything—Gladio shrugged, bringing a glass of water, which he finally gave you.

You drank the water, feeling as if that sip was something viscous that you never managed to consume. You wanted to ask what happened, how exactly you got there and what you had done after that.

—How did I get here…?

—If I can’t ask, neither do you—Gladio said, now folded, looking at you from the archway of the bathroom door.

You were cornered in this situation.

—You choose.

You took a breath of air.

—Why do you think we had sex?

You opened your mouth to let it all out.

—Because I like you, Gladio—you said, cutting the silence of the room.

You didn’t notice, but a small smile was drawn on the big man’s lips. What you already noticed was the sound of his steps approaching where you were, again your body was tense, your heart was pounding and your eyes didn’t want to face the boy. However, Gladio sat abruptly on the bed in front of you.

—___________.

Your name on his mouth sounded beautiful, but you were afraid to look up and get rejected, but at least having answered their question, you could ask more questions about what happened. You gathered courage, like the one needed to fight a demon in the middle of the night and there in front of you again were those amber eyes.

—You are beautiful when, without saying it in words, you declare that you like me with your eyes.

And that phrase caused your heart to stop beating for a second, taking the rhythm again quickly. That was what he was doing at the bar when he looked at you closely, he was deciphering what your eyes were screaming without you noticing.

You couldn’t look away, you didn’t want to do it, because now those eyes were being hidden by the eyelids of a man who approached you, who broke all the leftovers away between you to taste your lips for the first time. First it was a little touch between you, then his hand reached out with his fingers to take your chin, inviting you to trust him and his kisses. After you closed your eyes you agreed to reciprocate that invitation, kissing his lips, both giving each other mutual caresses as their lips danced slowly.

—Gladiolus…—you whispered.

—Needless to say, but I like you—he whispered, leaving a short kiss on your lips.

—…You too—you smiled at that kiss.

—You’ll stay to sleep… but only to sleep.

You let out a laugh and those big arms hugged your inviting you to lie on the bed, letting him to kiss you on the face, on the neck, on the arms and then back to your lips. The smile on your lips was drawn from one end to the other, you just let yourself be loved by that boy, who now looked at you again.

—Damn, you’re beautiful… —said the boy, falling to the side of you—By the way, we haven’t had sex… yet.

—Gladio…!—You exclaimed, now leaning on your side to look at him.

—It’s true.

He shrugged, which you covered with the blanket of the bedding and then he took care of breaking the distance to surround you with his huge arms, Gladio’s body emanated heat, you already knew that for a long time, but the fact that now you could be closer to him, it made you check it even more. Without claims, you curled up in his chest, he took you in his arms and left a kiss on your forehead. You could feel his aroma; you could feel that the world was yours for a moment…

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raven-6-10 · 11 months ago

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As promised, tagging @hamelin-born and @ertrunkenerwassergeist

So, when thinking about writing Regis, especially during the last years of his reign I try to keep one thing in mind:

Regis is, at his core, somebody who has given up.

Yeah, I know, how could I say something so controversial.

Well, let's not keep you in the dark.

Prince Regis and his support circle

(Or rather, the lack of thereof.)

We know very, very little about Regis' childhood so I have to extrapolate based on what canon info we have about Noctis.

And none of this is promising. Because it looks like for most of his childhood, his friends consisted of Clarus and Weskham. There is the one mention of knowing Aulea back then, but not much detail of how they met or how their relationship looked like. While he presumably met other noble children, there would always be that undercurrent of politics to any interactions, which isn't exactly conductive to healthy relationships. Not with the chasm between their respective social ranks.

(It exists even in his interactions with his Retinue, too, for all that they manage to forget it most of the time)

Then comes the Road Trip, with Cor dragged along and Cid who joins to keep eye on those goddamn rich city kids. Honestly, that might be the happiest time in Regis' life. He has minimal responsibilities, he's not under constant scrutiny from everyone and he has people who genuinely like him for him around himself. Life looks good, even with the war on the horizon.

And then comes Accordo and Altissia, and the failed treaty negotiations.

And then Weskham leaves.

A lot of people headcanon that Wesk stayed in Accordo to funnel information to Insomnia and act as a Lucian representative to Accordo's government. Whether that's true or not, the fact is that he was unlikely to consistently keep in touch with Regis. Not with how closely all communication channels would be monitored as the war heated up. By necessity, their friendship becomes a distant one at best.

So that's one of Regis' people gone from his life. Cid is the second one to leave him, this time entirely of his own choice.

While there are no actual specifics, the timing makes it clear that Cid was not happy with Mors pulling back the Wall and the Royal Family's policy on the refugees thereafter. Which is a polite way of saying "they left people to fend for themselves". What we don't know is how Regis reacted to it. Did he think his father had to have good reasons? Did he disagreed with him but couldn't think of anything he could do to improve things? Did he agree with Mors wholeheartedly? Either way, Cid storms out of the Citadel and Insomnia, eventually settles down in Hammerhead and, as far as we know, does not see Regis ever again.

(And there is that one hint from Cor how Cid was still angry that Regis kept secrets and refused to confide in his friends. But that's for later.)

Post-coronation and his marriage

(Or, his social circle still isn't great)

So here they are in the year 729 of Modern Era, with one friend on the other side of the world and another currently very pissed off at them, when Mors dies and leaves Regis running Lucis.

Regis is all of 23.

I don't know about you but I wouldn't leave a 23-years-old charge of a local retail shop. Nevermind the entire fucking country. Unfortunately, Regis does not have the luxury of leaving the job to somebody else, so he puts on his big boy boots and the fancy crown, and gets to work.

And there's a lot of work.

We have next to nothing about Mors and his reign, but what we do have points to a person more interested in the results than the means used to achieve them, which is never good attitude in somebody who has absolute authority over other people. It's bound to piss off people in all social strata and create some short-term "solutions" in exchange for a lot of long-term problems. I suspect Regis spent a lot of his early years as a king placating nobles and unfucking his father's various messes with Clarus and Cor's help.

Not that Cor would have been much of a help, being freshly 18 himself - ageism is very firmly alive in politics, even fictional ones - and still a reckless little shit at his heart. For Regis, Cor is firmly a little brother figure - somebody to guide and teach and protect, and to entrust important missions to once he's a little older, but not somebody Regis can rely on to support him.

(Regis never loses this mindset. Not even after Cor has been his Marshall for years. In the end, Cor is never told about the real prophecy, is sent away before the Invasion begins.)

With Clarus busy with work and Cor not suitable, Regis would have to look to somebody else for emotional support. Enter Aulea. Around this time, their relationship shifts from friends to actual courtship and then to a marriage in 732 ME. Finally, Regis has someone who isn't his subordinate and doesn't need to be kept at arms length, who is actually his equal, who he can confide in and rely on, and be happy with. His best friend's also gotten married recently and had a little boy. Life is looking great!

And then Noctis is born and Aulea dies.

(There's a lot of IRL research about how men rely almost entirely on their wives for emotional support, and how badly they cope once it's gone.)

Noctis as the Chosen One

And then we come to this cluster fuck of a prophecy.

Because Regis learns his son is going to die.

Because there's nothing he can do to change it.

Because how do you defy a god?

(You don't. Not on your own)

But there's more!

Not only is his son going to die very painfully, first the world has to be plunged into complete darkness for who knows how long. Demons will run everywhere and people will struggle to survive. In the end, Eos will be devastated and Lucis is not guaranteed to survive.

That's bound to influence his decisions, and not always consciously.

Like, we know Noctis had an unprecedented amount of freedom for a Crown Prince, going to a normal high school, having commoner friend and living outside of the Citadel. Going by his complete unfamiliarity with life outside of Insomnia (he didn't know what a gil was) and not recognising Ardyn (a high ranking member of foreign court), I would say he also didn't receive much of a training that would be expected of a prince.

(It's not like he's going to rule anything, ever)

Then there's how that knowledge would affect Regis and his policies.

Oh, I don't think he actually realised that but. Why would he try to improve anything if it's all going to be destroyed anyway? Why bother to fix the system, it's not like it's broken, it works correctly?

(It's not working correctly. It's very much broken and rotting under his feet. He just can't see that from his place at the top.)

What does it have to do with Galahdians?

Freaking everything.

Starting with Mors' shitty refugee policies that likely never were repelled in full, through the fact that Regis likely had to make a lot of concessions to nobles to secure his reign, to his negligence of and ignorance about the issues arising among the lowest classes.

After all, corrupt officials will not suddenly decide to stop on their own. They can and will only get worse, because they feel more and more untouchable with every stolen yen and every bribe taken.

And resentment builds up.

#ffxv #regis lucis caelum #meta #headcanon #tldr regis needs therapy and to ACTUALLY TALK TO HIS FRIENDS

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garbria · 2 years ago

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Situation starters: Bloody in an alley with young Cor? Pretty please!

Cor leaned his forehead against the brick, closed his eyes, and took a shaky breath. He forced himself to concentrate on the feel of the rough texture scratching against his face instead of the fire in his stomach, but he was only partially successful. A few stray tears leaked out of the corners of his eyes, despite his best efforts, as the pain spiked everytime he shifted.

Godsdammit.

He was supposed to be better than this. He needed to be better than this. He was the newest member of the prince’s retinue, and he couldn’t fuck up like this.

They had stopped at Lestallum to restock, and Wesk had wanted to wander the market to get some rare ingredients. Regis was looking for some new lures. Clarus was looking for new books, and even Cid was on the lookout for spare parts for the Regalia. Cor had just followed behind them, bored. He didn’t care for stuff, he was just there to drive the car and fight monsters.

But then he noticed someone following them. No matter which direction they went, the same person was just a few feet behind him. He had glanced at Clarus to see if he saw them, but he was engrossed in an argument with Regis over something stupid. So Cor had dropped back, intending to confront their stalker.

The man ducked into a backalley, and Cor followed. The man attacked Cor as soon as Cor entered the alleyway, as expected. Cor deflected the blade, and struck out with his fist, mindful of Wesk’s admonition that it was easier to get information out of them if they were still alive. But the man had a partner that Cor hadn’t seen, a ragged figure Cor had dismissed automatically. The partner grabbed Cor from behind, lifting him by the neck. Cor had bitten the man, and the man let go with a scream. But the distraction had been enough for the first man to stab Cor in the gut. Cor was able to twist at the last second, so it missed his heart, but he still lost his breath as the knife slid into him.

The man behind him grabbed him again, and Cor pulled out his katana, no longer worried about keeping them alive. He pushed the man who stabbed him away, slicing him with the katana, then turning to stab the man who was behind him. They both dropped, no longer threats. But the knife was still in his stomach, waves of pain radiating from it made worse by his movement.

So here he was, holding himself upright by sheer will and the assistance of a wall, trying to figure out his next move. He should go find the others. He should deal with the knife in his gut. He should do anything but just stand here, which is what he was doing. He could feel the warmth of the blood as it leaked out of the wound, but the rest of him felt so cold. He was just lucid enough to know that was a bad sign.

No, he could do this. He just needed to remove the knife and pull out one of their potions. Regis had given him access to the armiger for this sort of thing. He could use the practice anyway. He gripped the handle of the knife and pulled before he could think too deeply about it. The next thing he knew, he was on his knees in the alley, staring at the trash scattered around. The warmth down his side had turned into a flood, and he knew he should be worried about that, but his attention was stolen by papers on the ground. Was that a menu for that restaurant Wesk wanted to try?

Time seemed to fade, along with his vision, but suddenly there were hands on his shoulders and a familiar face shouting his name. He heard glass breaking, and Cor shivered as the magic took hold.

“Cor! Cor! Are you alright? What happened?”

Cor shook Regis off and stood up as the pain faded, thanks to the potion. “These people were following us, but I took care of it.”

“I can see that,” Wesk said, eyebrows raised as he surveyed the scene. “Cid, why don’t you take Cor back to the hotel while we handle this?”

Cor made a face, but knew better than to argue when Cid gave him that look. They headed back to the hotel as Cor dreaded the coming lecture.

#whumpwriterforlife #cor leonis #ffxv #regis lucis caelum #weskham armaugh #my fic #bby cor #canon typical violence #blood and injury #bby cor has a bad time #we all have off days #XD #cid is going to give cor the talk about waiting for back up #not for the first or last time

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jazzybot4 · 5 years ago

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Prompt: Something from your SI!Regis 'verse?

He breathed. That was novel, really. In his memories, his nightmare? He hadn’t been able to breathe well, those last few years. His lungs ached, in both...both of his? His lives. Something was deeply satisfying about taking a deep breath and having it hit bottom without pain. His knees didn’t hurt. His hands didn’t ache. His ankles weren’t swollen, his hips didn’t feel like something in them was on fire. He could breathe. A man who was less tempered by time would have tried to hold back the tears that this revelation brought, but a life spent in regal detachment had collided quite violently with a life spent in extreme empathy. He let the tears fall, then brushed them away. The sensation in his chest was too big to properly contain. “We’re heading out soon.” Weskham said from behind him, and Regis nodded. They were going on their Life Changing Road Trip. He remembered the bad, that had come of it before. Remembered their folly, their timing. They had a route handed to them by his father, but Regis had deliberately left it on the bedroom mantle. He had a better sense of direction than all his ancestors, apparently, with his memories meshed with someone who read maps for fun. Who navigated terrain virtual and real with skill. Who knew where she had been going and how to get there. How to get good and properly lost. “This is it, old friend.” he told Weskham as they reached the car. He slid into the drivers seat, posh leather surrounding him. Cid was behind him, since he had the shortest legs. Cor was in the middle of the back seat, next to Wesk. Strategically, he could pop out anywhere. Clarus was next to him, prodding at the gift that Regis had gotten him a week ago and told him he was only allowed to open on the road. “Time to move off script. We’re going to be gone a while longer than we planned, so I hope you remembered the extra cash and the snacks.” he said, smile soft. “We’ve got someone to find, and a place to be to prevent rather a large amount of slaughter.” They had gotten used to the cryptic by now, he thought. It was amusing to tease them with his visions of the future, even as he played them close to the chest. He was the little fey prince, before he’d had his last growth spurt and shot up. He had someone to find, and then a place to be and another someone to find, and if he timed this right, he could absolutely halt the war before it began. The loss of his Glaives would be a blow, but...maybe keeping his people whole and safe would be worth it. Above them, the Wall glimmered green and blue, and he smiled. So far, his mad ideas had worked. “Onwards and upwards, my friends. Buckle up, where we’re going there are no speed limits.” he said, and then he gunned the engine. This, in any life, he decided, was his favorite part of a journey.

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sparklecryptid · 4 years ago

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Remember that LC hc I sent you? That, but with all of your ffxv aus. Atlas, Fleur, Aeon, etc. And the only one who knows about it, outside of Regis and Noctis(and Ardyn), are Clarus, Ignis, Sylva and Gladio. Sylva didn't get to tell Luna, and Gentiana did NOT know how to properly explain. Luna just knows there are Consequences. Cor knows something is off but he doesn't know what exactly. Cid and Wesk too.

OHHHHHH

ohhhh i like this. also. i like the potential consequences of it when someone finds out.

just.

okay we’re gonna use my Fleur!Aulea for this.

She knows something is wrong, she knows that each time one of the Glaive her husband has so willingly taken in and given magic die something happens. There is a shift of magical energy in the air as the Glaives magic returns to Regis and as for the king-

There are days when its worse than others, when its all Regis can do to ignore the agony piercing through his body as one of his own die. There are days when he can barely get out of bed and Aulea hates it. Hates that she cant do anything. Hates that her king, her love, her husband is so good, too good, that he refuses to let his men fight without a piece of himself with them.

Aulea hates it most when Regis wakes up with a scream in his throat. And she is there. She is always there. Always beside her husband and she does her best to soothe him, to remind him that he’s alive.

Sometimes it isn’t enough and all she can do is wait.

But she will not leave.

Not now, not ever

#rapture and sorrow verse #fleur aulea verse #raenaven

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luxroyalty · 6 years ago

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Trans Cor side fic

That first period fic I talked about

Regis woke up with knees in his kidneys. He turned his head to look at Cor, who had wiggled out from under his blanket and wrapped himself under Regis’, curling as close as physically possible. Regis yawned, the sun lighting up the tent golden and it was almost too bright already. He sat up, the blanket falling to his waist, and he rubbed his face.

Wait - what was..?

The ground he sat on felt wet, but that shouldn't have been possible with the tent underneath him. Regis frowned, and he lifted the blanket.

Blood.

It wasn’t his. It spattered the blanket and the side of his pants, and it trailed to Cor, pooling underneath him. Astrals, was the brat injured and hiding it again? No, no it didn’t seem like it - shit. He knew what this was. He dropped the blanket back down and carefully tucked it back, hiding the blood.

“Clarus.” Regis leaned over poked his shoulder. “Wake up.”

Clarus groaned.

“Up.”

“What do you want, Regis?” Clarus rolled over and squinted blearily at him.

“Out the tent.”

“...What.”

Regis hushed him. “You need to get out the tent, and tell Cid and Wesk they’re not allowed in until I say so. Please, Clar.”

“Okay?” Clarus raised his eyebrows but didn’t argue with Regis’ serious tone. He dragged himself out, off the ground and staggered away, his clothes in his hand. Regis waited until Clarus left the tent, before he turned back to Cor.

He gently shook Cor’s shoulder. “Cor, my dear, time to wake up.”

Cor’s eyes opened straight away - completely awake already. Regis wished he could have that power. Cor sat up, stilling suddenly. His arm was wrapped around his held stomach, and he was frowning. Cor flattened his expression in the next second but Regis caught it - pain. “Prince Regis?”

“Cor, you’ve - you’ve started your period. You’ve bled-” Regis stopped as Cor somehow managed to freeze even more. “Cor, it’s okay. It’s fine.” Cor shivered, and drew his arm tighter around his stomach. The eyes that met Regis’ were wide, and Regis smiled gently at him. “It’s okay,” he repeated.

Cor shook his head. “Sorry,” he muttered, looking very young.

“You don’t need to apologise. I’ll put everything in the armiger, and we can wash it all later. Do you need me to fetch your products from the regalia?”

Cor looked at his lap, and didn’t say anything.

“Cor?”

“I don’t have anything.”

“Did you… run out?”

“I haven’t ever - before.”

That made things a little more awkward, but Regis wasn’t just going to ignore his friend sitting there. He leaned forward and ruffled Cor’s hair. “If it’s alright with you, I’ll call Weskham over and he can tell us if he has any?”

Cor nodded, and Regis smiled, making some tablets and a bottle of water appear in his hands, and he handed them to Cor before he turned away to the entrance of the tent.

“Wesk?” He called.

Weskham walked over straight away, seemly waiting for this. He must have realised something was happening, just from Clarus. “Yes, Prince Regis?” He asked.

Regis lowered his voice. “Do you have any menstrual products, anywhere?”

There was a pause before Wesk shook his head. “I don’t believe I do. If I may - he may need to use toilet paper until we have anything else.”

“We’ll - Cor and I - will go before breakfast. It’s easier.”

“Is there anything you need me to do?”

Regis hesitated, “some clothing and a blanket are… dirty. Will you..?”

“Of course.” Weskham smiled. He did have several siblings, he probably had sorted everything out before. Strange he didn’t have any products, thought. Even Regis had some in his bathroom, in case a visitor needed one.

They both got changed in the tent like they always had, rolling up the dirty clothing into a pile and leaving it where Wesk would be able to find it. Cor curled up into himself at that, and Regis just wanted to say that it was okay - things like this happened to everyone. Regis decided to put the ball into the Armiger instead, gesturing to Wesk that it was in there - behind Cor’s back. Weskham nodded at him. Cor looked relieved.

Regis put his hand on Cor’s shoulder, and guided him to the car and shook his head at his friends when it looked like they were going to say something. Cor still didn't look him in the eyes as he got into the passenger seat, turning away from Regis instead.

The Prince started the car, pulling out of where it was parked and he started the short journey to the nearby town. Cor was so tense he was almost a statue.

Regis went to sigh, then thought better of it. “Do you have a preference of what products you want?”

Cor turned and look at him. “What?”

“Do you know what menstrual projects you want?”

Cor completely shrunk up into his seat, staring at Regis like he was being mad. He looked like his day couldn't get any worse from here. “No.”

“We’ll buy some random ones then.” Regis glanced at Cor. “And chocolate too.”

No protests were given about the chocolate - Cor loved it too much, but he still seemed stuck that his Prince was asking him what type of products to buy. He swallowed, looking out of the window. “What do you mean by ‘what menstrual products’?” Cor asked.

“Pads, tampons, the others.” Regis said. Cor looked at him blankly. “...you don't know what they are.”

Cor shook his head.

Regis stared out towards the road, turning left with the road. “Fuck.” He stated.

“At least tell me you know what condoms are,” Regis glanced at Cor desperately.

Cor frowned at him.

“Fuck,” said Regis, again. “Double fuck.”

Every word Regis had said about periods made Cor look more horrified. He was starting to think Cor might run away as soon as he stopped the car, but they parked outside the store without issue. Cor half looked like he would refuse to enter the store, but his duty at not leaving his Prince alone won out. He didn't look very happy about that.

“It's not going to bite you, Cor.”

Cor glared at the shelves, then turned to glare at Regis. The Prince just raised his eyebrows, unamused.

“Pick two of them.”

Cor took a step backwards.

Regis walked forward and picked up two packets from the shelves, turning them in his hands to check if they were the assortments they had seemed to be - they were. “What about these?”

“They're fine.” Cor didn't look at them. Regis understood, and ruffled his hair, going to the counter and paying for them.

Regis didn't start up the engine straight away, like Cor had hoped, thought. “You've got to at least look at them,” he said and drop them on his lap. Cor looked at them like they were about to bite him. “It's okay, Cor.”

Cor slowly picked on of them up and looked at it, reading the back. “I don't want to.” Cor snarled.

“Well, unfortunately it's something you’re going to have to.” Regis smiled sympathetically. “And there's a toilet over there.”

If the look Cor gave him could kill, Regis would be nothing more than a crater in the ground. Cor shoved the two packets into the armiger, growled again, then opened the car door angrily. He walked to the bathroom like he was walking to his death - maybe not exactly, Regis didn't think Cor would have that reaction even if he was walking to his death.

Regis put his head in his hands. “Next up, the Talk. You're fifteen, how did you avoid this all so much, Cor?” He asked the car.

Cor walked back to the car with flaming cheeks and he hissed at Regis when he smiled at him.

“The embarrassment will go away eventually,” Regis told him.

Cor pulled up his legs onto the seat and refused to look at him.

No one said anything when they came back to camp. Cor decided - completely by himself - that a chair very close to Regis, practically leaning on Regis was where he wanted to sit for breakfast. The Prince didn’t say anything when Cor ended up actually leaning on Regis, burrowing ever so slightly into his side.

Clarus did ruffle his hair, though.

Cor: I started my first period by bleeding onto the Prince of my country. And then later, the Prince, Clarus and Weskham pinned me down and gave me the safe-sex talk.

...Poor Cor, pff.

#text #my fics #periods tw #trans cor

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