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alia-turin · 7 years ago

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Okay that would be the prequel of I Want You to be Safe and I’m not happy how it turned out. Truth is I wrote 3 different fics, and neither of them seemed right. I guess I am unable to write happy stuff at all since I have started a sequel of the above mentioned and it’s tragic and it’s turning out better (in my opinion). In any case events are happening about 2 years before the fall of Insomnia, nothing major going on in the fic, it was mostly to show how the relationship between Cor and the reader is working. Despite being unhappy with how it turned out I kind of felt like it should be posted in order to explore that relationship a bit further and what is going on in Cor’s head.

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Title: I Want You to be Safe [Prequel] Pairing: Cor Leonis x Reader Notes/Warning: SFW, mention of suicide but it’s not the topic of the fic so I believe it’s relatively safe.

Cor always had issues sleeping the first couple of nights after deployments which was ironic because his whole body was screaming for rest. His brain however couldn’t stop thinking. What could he have been done better, how to prevent the demons and the MTs from coming so close to their outposts and the Crown city, how to save more lives, how to protect Regis, how to make his king use less power but also being effective against the Niffs….

He looked at you, sleeping blissfully next to him and smiled. He wasn’t jealous of your ability to sleep like that, just grateful that one of you can get some rest. Not many things were making him happy these days but knowing there was someone waiting for him at home was a pleasant feeling he had discovered just recently. Funny how all these years he was convinced he doesn’t need something like that, it would be just a crutch, something to slow him down or even make him less of a warrior, but as it turned out things were a bit different. He didn’t realize how envious he was of Regis and Clarus that they had something else in their lives beside their responsibilities until he met you. In fact, he never realized he needed that in his life.

The Marshal walked out of the bedroom carefully not to wake you up. His apartment has turned into your apartment in just a matter of months and as difficult as it was for him to admit it, he liked it. Before you moved in the place was mostly empty, with just the basic furniture and few trophies that Cor has obtained through his missions and travels. Now…there were bookshelves with your books, from when you were in uni and some fiction that Cor was always thinking he should look at but never did. Framed pictures of the two of you, souvenirs that you have grabbed whenever you managed to convince him to take a day off. Sentimental stuff that no one would believe he owned, but at the end of the day he was Cor the Immortal and no one should even know he was taking days off.

Cor waited for the kettle to boil while his eyes were still falling at different places in your apartment in attempt to push his train of thoughts away from demons and death. Memories brought him a year back when you first met. He was written as an emergency contact for one of his men. The guy had attempted a suicide which led to Cor being called in the hospital. There he met you, the woman he was living with now. Foolishly he had asked you out on a date and for some reason you had agreed. Cor still couldn’t believe or explain why. He wasn’t thinking bad of himself or anything but you two turned out to be so different. He was coming from a poor family, nobody in his family did anything impressive by any standard. He was the first one to make the name Leonis known for something and that something was amazing gift with a sword and talent to kill. You on the other hand…you had spent your life living in peace behind the walls, you were educated and now working in a psychiatry ward in a hospital helping people. Your uncle happened to be on the council, which put your family levels above his. You two were coming from completely different worlds and here you were, keeping up with him and he couldn’t even explain why.

You woke up in the middle of the night to an empty and cold bed. Cor always had hard time sleeping after deployments and no matter how many times you have tried to talk with him about it, he was just brushing it off. Sometimes you could swear that there were three different people living in that body – Cor Leonis, the man you loved who could be kind and very gentle in his own way, the Marshal, leader of the Corwnsguard, ready to do anything for his men and his king and finally Cor the Immortal, a man that had built a wall so high around himself that nothing and no one could breach it. You walked to the living room where you were sure to find Cor. He was sitting on the couch, drinking tea and scrolling through his phone.

“Cannot sleep?” you ask him as you sit next to him and curl as close as possible to feel some of his heat.

“Have some work to finish.” He switched off the phone screen and turned toward you. It was very dark but you could see how tired he was. His eyes were bright reflecting what little light the room had gathered, but his face looked worn out.

“Do you want to talk?” you knew the answer of this question, but you were asking regardless.

“I really don’t need a doctor.” He always reflected your concern with that. ‘He didn’t need a shrink’, ‘He didn’t need a doctor’.

“How about a girlfriend? Or a friend?”

Cor didn’t know what to say. He was good at killing demons and commanding soldiers, but the rest was somehow a background. He wasn’t a man of many words and he was used to saying what he meant the way he meant it which often got him in trouble when he was younger. For his relief you never minded his brisk manner, but for his misfortune you could give as good as you got.

“I really don’t want to talk about that, dear. I just have lots of work and being deployed doesn’t reduce my workload.” He wasn’t lying to you, but he also had no idea how to formulate everything that was going in his head. How to tell you that he was worried that soon the wall might not be enough? How to tell you that he, Cor the Immortal, might in fact not be capable of protecting his king and kingdom from what might happen? How to explain that if something was to happen he had no idea if he was capable to protect even you?

“I can take the day off tomorrow? I don’t have any patients anyway, just some paperwork to complete. We can go out somewhere or stay at home and relax.”

Cor looked at you with pain in his eyes. He wanted a day off, he needed a day off, but…he knew if he was to tell Clarus he is not coming in tomorrow the man will just make a joe how Cor never takes a day off and tell him to switch off his phone and don’t come back until he had rested.

“I will call Clarus tomorrow and check with him.” Truth was he needed a break. He knew he needed a break. He wasn’t the fifteen years old that could relentlessly grind against everything.

“Thank you.” you answered and kissed his cheek. “Will you come back to bed?”

“Give me fifteen minutes and I will be back.” Cor kissed you back and watched you sneak back into the bedroom. Once he was alone he pulled his phone out and unlocked it. He continued looking at the pictures he was scrolling through before you walked in. Pictures of half-humans half-demons, disfigured by the plague. More ghouls than living beings, with little to no consciousness. He had killed five on his deployment and they had brought one for examination at the Citadel. Another thing to occupy his mind and disturb his sleep.

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iamthechocobabe · 7 years ago

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May I requests some cute Cor fluff? 💜😎

*Deep deep breath* Okay, I’m trying not to panic. I hope you enjoy this. I honestly feel like it could be better-I had this idea when writing Cor fluff and I was like ‘what’s fluffier? Wedding day or first date?’ I went with first date, but now I’m kinda wishing I went with wedding day. Oh, well, story for another day I suppose. Hope it’s fluffy enough, it kinda got angsty towards the end. Sorry. (｡•́︿•̀｡) Also, I went more tame and didn’t go with NSFW (only slightly) I hope that was okay.

Tagging the senpais: @themissimmortal @roses-and-oceans @bespectacled-girl @gladiolus-mamacitia tagging’s being a bitch for me right now so i’ll come back and tag others later.

Anywhere at AnytimeCorXReaderSFW (with a teaspoon of NSFW in the mix) Word Count: 2,473

When you walked in Cor’s apartment, you knew it was going to be a good night. Not only was the place practically spotless unlike the last time you’d been there (which wasn’t horrifically dirty, but your main concern was the month old Kenny Crow food in the fridge) but there was also a pleasant aroma, your favorite fragrance that you had in your own apartment. Soft and romantic pop music played from a stereo on the counter and the only lighting in the entire apartment were lamps and a few candles on the dining room table. Clearly, your boyfriend had done his research and you couldn’t help but smirk at the adorable lengths he was going for your first official ‘date’.

But strangely…it just felt off for some reason. You weren’t sure why.

Well, then the smell from the kitchen hit you and you were instantly distracted. Ignis had clearly given the man some pointers.

Cor apparently didn’t hear you come in, as he was facing the stove with his back to you, his concentration very clear judging by his stance and occasionally glancing at the open cook book with highlighted tidbits from Ignis in the book. You had seen Cor cook before and he certainly wasn’t the worst cook ever, but he was no Ignis; it melted your heart to see Cor trying so hard to make dinner for you that night. Taking off your jacket to reveal your tight form fitting red cocktail dress, you observed quietly as he kept sighing exasperatedly and muttering to himself on how pink the meat was supposed to be before he took it off the stove and placed it into the oven.

The marshal, no doubt one of the strongest men in Insomnia-in all of Eos, probably-was worrying if olive oil was supposed to be that color. It was actually pretty adorable.

But that still didn’t stop you from sneaking up behind the man and yelling 'BOO!’ in his left ear.

“GAH” One of the many things you adored about Cor was the cute little noises he would make whenever you scared him-the fearless and amazingly strong marshal, who would face daemon’s and all sorts of deadly threats to the Crown City on a regular basis, would sound like a wounded puppy whenever you poked him in the sides, whenever you cried out as you jumped in front of him from behind a corner-your favorite was when you tossed an orange wash rag over the shower curtain and yelled 'FIRE!!'

Him going into warrior mode and almost body slamming you into the tub wasn’t much of a side effect. You had no regrets.

Cor immediately tensed and prepared himself for a fight, but when he saw it was you, he began to relax. “I really wish you wouldn’t do that,"

Pouting slightly, you lean against the counter next to the stove and observe the fancy-ish looking meal cooking in separate skillets and one about to go into the oven. "Smells good,"

"Hopefully, it’ll taste just as good,” Cor mumbled in concentration, but the lines in his face were filled with…worry? Cor wasn’t self-conscious, but he wasn’t cocky either-he knew he was strong and he also knew he was capable of many things, but you had never seen him this anxious before. And while it was adorable to see him this worried about doing something sweet for you, it was still just…off. Like something wasn’t right.

Figuring you were just nervous, you poked Cor in the sides gently to get his attention. “Um, ahem?” you tilt your face over just slightly to show your cheek and neck, an old fashioned trick you had learned in the movies.

The sigh that came from Cor was deep and sounded mentally exhausting, but he still found the energy to lean over and place a gentle kiss on your cheek. “Sorry, it’s just…this was a lot harder than I thought it would be,"

"Do you want some help?"

"No, I think I can manage,” Cor’s deep blue eyes were squinted in concentration at the sizzling meat before he moved it over to the small oven dish that contained potatoes, carrots and onions and placed the lid on the dish.

“Crown City Roast?” You clarified as he moved the dish into the oven.

“Yeah, I figured-wait,” Cor’s movements froze before he closed the oven and you noticed the worry lines in his face getting deeper and deeper. “Is that okay? Maybe I should have-"

"Cor,” you interrupted Cor’s anxious rambling by placing your hand gently on his arm and giving him a reassuring smile. “Relax-it’s going to be delicious,"

"I hope so,” The same sigh from before came, but you could see Cor starting to relax a bit and it prompted you to grab the wine bottle on the counter, holding it up with a quirky smile.

“Would the marshal be requiring a drink?” Faking a posh accent was your way of trying to lighten the tense atmosphere as you began to try and uncork the wine bottle, though unsuccessful as you couldn’t get the screw into the cork.

“Let me,” Cor tried to reach for the wine bottle and corkscrew in your hands, but you back away against the kitchen island and held up both items tauntingly in front of him.

“Come get 'em,” You teased in a graceful voice, singing the words as you perched yourself against the counter.

Cor’s chuckling was always sexy, and you felt tingles when he approached you with a particular look in his eyes and grabbed the items from your hands; rather than open the wine bottle, he placed both items on the counter behind you, trapping you in his arms while doing so.

“Well, aren’t you the little temptress,” Snaking forward, Cor trapped your mouth beneath his and hummed as he tasted the slight fruity taste of the gummy worms you had been snacking on while waiting in traffic. When you felt Cor’s tongue on your bottom lip, you were more than eager to let Cor probe your mouth open with his tongue and you knew when you felt him riding the skirt of your dress up that pretty soon you would be lifted onto the counter-

BZZZZZZZT. A loud buzzing sound made you jump and break away, breathing harshly as Cor cursed softly and turned the buzzing egg timer next to the stove off before moving a skillet off of a lit stove top.

“Maybe it’s for the best,” You muse as you successfully manage the corkscrew into the wine cork and pull it up. “Wouldn’t want the night to be over too soon, am I right?” You hand Cor his wine glass and wiggle your eyebrows and Cor chuckles once again.

“Hey,” You lift your hand to Cor’s cheek, below his eyes after you noticed the smile he was giving wasn’t reaching them. “Everything okay?"

"Rough day,” he mumbled, taking a sip before leading you into the dining room.

“'Bad Monday’ rough, or 'we should do this some other time’ rough?"

Cor didn’t answer as he practically collapsed in his chair, set aside his wine glass and pulled you into his lap to trap your in his strong grip. You let it happen, resting your head against his shoulder and breathe in his musty cologne as the smell of dinner wafted into the rest of the apartment.

"If it was that bad, you could have called and asked to do it another time,” Your suggestion made Cor’s shoulders tense and you put your hands on his shoulders to try and get him to relax. “Cor, I’m serious-I would have understood,"

"I know, I just…I knew how much this means to you and-"

"Cor, when I said I wanted an official 'date’, I meant anytime would have been fine. It doesn’t have to have a strict schedule,"

"I know, I know…” Cor sighed deeply once again and it probed you to sit up and smooth out his frowning eyebrows. “I think today just threw everyone for a loop,"

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"I guess…though, this has to stay between us,” When you nodded, Cor bit his lip slightly before starting. “Ardyn Izunia approached the royal court today,"

Your eyebrows dipped downward in confusion of the mention of the name-it sounded familiar, but you couldn’t seem to place it. "Ardyn Izu-” You stop when the memory of who the name belonged to popped into your brain and you look at Cor in shock. “Chancellor of Nifleheim? That Ardyn Izunia??? What did he want?"

"A peace treaty, apparently,” Cor shifts, giving off an unspoken suggestion that he needed some space to talk and you reach over to grab the other chair, pull it forward and move into it. “Under the condition that Lady Lunafreya and the Prince are wed,"

Your nose is wrinkling, though you’re too busy focused on the information to care. "Uh, all these years and they suddenly want a peace treaty? After they’ve conquered over most of Eos? No offense, but that sounds…sketchy,"

"You’re not the only one who thinks so,” Leaning forward, Cor ran his hand through his hair before taking another sip of wine (well, it was more of a gulp). “Regis and I both think it’s wise to evacuate the city when the peace treaty is signed, but the other council members think it’s unnecessary, as if a betrayal could never possibly happen,"

"Gods,” You whisper softly. “So, what’s going to happen?"

"The peace treaty is going forth as planned, but Regis and I and a few members of the Kingsglaive are going to approach the council and officially request an emergency evacuation process be put into motion-who knows whether or not that’ll actually fall through, though,"

"Okay, I think I understand why you’re stressed. You sure you don’t want me to come back another time?"

"I’m sure…we’ve been planning this night for weeks, and not even the Imperial Army could stop this night from happening,” Cor backtracks when you quirk an eyebrow. “Okay, bad analogy,"

You open your mouth to question this when a slight bitter smell reaches your nostrils-sniffing a few times, you bite your lip and feel your stomach drop when you realize what had happened as you gaze at the oven that now protruded thin plumes of smoke.

"Um, Cor? Not to damper the evening, but…"

Cor notices your gaze, sniffs a few times, then his eyes go wide as saucers when he realizes what had happened. ”Shit!“

The wine glass on the table was knocked over in the process as he raced over to the oven and yanked the roast out with a towel and placed it on the stove top. Using the towel to waft the smoke away, Cor groans when he sees the now burnt roast and you approach him to give emotional support.

"I put the oven on too high…” Cor mumbled miserably as you reached over to the stove top where the risotto he had been making was cooking.

“Well, we at least have-” You stop when you noticed the risotto was completely soupy and bubbling-he had put too much water in with the rice. “Oh…that’s unfortunate,"

"Fucking, inconsistent fuck-” Cor slammed the towel into the sink and hissed every curse word he could think of under his breath and damned every God in Eos as you shrugged casually.

“Never a bad night for pizza?” You suggested, but withered under Cor’s intense gaze. “Bad time?"

"I just wanted-fuck, the one night we have and now-"

"Cor, it’s not a big deal-"

Cor reached under a cabinet for some air freshener before kicking the cabinet door shut and you winced when you heard the wood splintering. "It is a big deal, alright? It’s just…Gods, this is ridiculous. How long have we been dating?"

"Six months,” You mention immediately, though blush a little when Cor quirks an eyebrow at you. “…give or take,"

"That’s a long time to go without an official 'date’,"

"It actually isn’t that big of a deal, Cor,” You approach Cor, smoothing the worry lines out of his face. “I know I’m the one who insisted we have a date, but I really don’t care where we go or what we do or when it happens. We knew our schedules would be hectic and wouldn’t have that much time for each other when we started dating-and if you ask me, when we are able to make time, it’s pretty damn good,"

Cor swats your hands away, grunting his frustration out through his nose-it was an odd sound. "I don’t want to just see you to occasionally have sex-I want to be able to spend time with you, alright? I want to see you, talk to you, compare stupid shit we did when we were younger, and now-"

"Cor,” The flat palms of your hands are now on both of Cor’s cheeks as you made him make eye contact with you. “What makes you think having a fancy dinner over candlelight is essential for a good time for me? What makes you think just chowing down on pizza and watching a movie afterwards isn’t a good date? I’ll take what I can get, Cor, because guess what? As long as I’m with you, our date could be in one of the Royal tombs and I’d still be a happy camper…"

When Cor gives you an odd look, you wince once again. "Please don’t make a trip to the tombs a date though, please?"

Laughter ripples through Cor as he tugs you closer, squeezing you for a tight bear hug and you almost don’t notice the tears now on your scalp. "I’m so…the Empire’s going to betray us. Everyone seems to know this, yet no precautionary measures are being taken. What am I going to do if I can’t be there to protect you that day? I-"

"Cor,” You interrupt once again and kiss his cheek. “You’re thinking too hard about this-we don’t know for sure if the Empire’s going to attack or not. For now, we’ll take this just one day at a time, okay? So, let’s just enjoy what time we do have together and order some fucking pizza. I’m hungry,"

Chuckling and finally releasing the tense atmosphere around him, Cor reached for his cellphone and made the order while you helped clean up the ruined dinner.

The rest of the night was spent washing dishes while waiting for the pizza and then playing cards on the couch with wine while casually talking about the most random things, Cor’s work, your childhood, etc. Out of all of the first dates you’ve had in your life, this was by far the best out of all of them.

Because Cor was there-and as long as he was there, it was going to be a good time.

#ffxv #ffxv fanfiction #ffxv sfw #cor #cor leonis #ugh #this ain't one of my better ones #i have to admit #hmmm

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