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Sometimes you write a line and you just have to go "well that's This fic's summary entry done"
#*dusts off hands but smears pink ink everywhere instead*#fic wip#ffxv#ffxv fic#writers room#my post#photo#text#hey regis hey clarus remember how this dude literally five and ten years younger than you. hey rember. how hes a teenager#*hurts him deviously*#hey what if cor was taking care of a younger sibling at home and never told either of you. what then
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Regis finds out Tibbs can’t read
Regis design inspired by @papakhan :)
#my art#my oc#tibbs#courier tibbs#Tibbs is like 11 here that’s why Regis looks younger than I would normally draw him
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Some full-body drawings and outfits I've designed for my tiefling guy Regis! I've been having a lot of fun trying to play him in bg3 He's an Oath of Vengeance Paladin and he loves his husband and son very much <3 he was also handcrafted in Avernus to ride horsies (joke)
#bg3#d&d#dnd#tiefling#dungeons and dragons#baldur's gate 3#oc tag: regis#at this age i think hed be v high leveled but I am considering playing a younger version of him in one of my friends campaigns#also his horse riding thing comes from the spurs on his ankles and his tail being a riding crop. btw#hes a very good rider#i had the most fun designing shoes that would work around his claws and spurs tbh!
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Well, since you said it's okay :)
Nox verse crossover! Specifically, Sola and Nox being summoned to Dissidia sometime before the entire Marilith incident.
Sola was not happy to be dragged into some weird fighting tournament, so she is more than happy to derail the entire thing to talk to her New Brother. Now if only he would stay still! Please stop running away, Brother, she has Questions!
Sola also has Questions for her Papa, once she gets back to Insomnia. Starting with how many ooops babies did you have, Papa? She wants to know if there are More Siblings out there.
(Yes, Regis, how many kids do you have running around? says Clarus while Glaring at his King. They saw the entire thing through Crystal-vision.)
Absolutely okay to keep sending in asks! Can't promise I'll get to them right away given it's finals season atm, but the asks are fun!
Putting this under a cut because I got clocked in the head with a bat by the damn plot bunnies while writing this and it got stupidly long.
Not gonna lie, this is great - Sola would lose her entire mind because brother? New brother?
New brother who has definitely not been taking care of himself properly, sit down so Sola can feed you, Pyre damn it all.
Meanwhile Nox is more than a little surprised to come face to face with a girl who looks so much like mom but with Ardyn's hair and magic and Cor's scowl. His new sister - who claims him as a brother despite giving his surname as Izunia, only blinking once at the name of Niflheim's Chancellor before she promptly calls him her little brother - fights a lot like Cor as well, which is how Nox learns that Sola's been apprenticed to Cor since she was ten, after she foiled an assassination attempt on their younger brother, Noctis.
(Nox has to swallow around a lump in his throat at how easily Sola accepts him as family, calling Noctis their little brother instead of just hers.)
Actually though, Sola has a blast while she's in Dissidia. How could she not? She got a new brother - who is definitely a Little Brother, she doesn't care that he can kick her ass with both hands behind his back, his personal care habits are atrocious and she will do her duty as Older Sister and remind him to eat Pyre damn it - got to cut loose and fight a bunch of people and creatures, and didn't have to deal with the snobs on Papa's Council.
Best vacation ever.
Sola comes back from Dissidia grinning ear to ear - she convinced Nox to exchange numbers, and even if he's bad at remembering to text or call her, Sola will remember if it means badgering her newest brother into taking care of himself better - and cheerfully asks Papa if she's got any other siblings hanging about. Regis chokes on his spit, Clarus looks like he'd also like to know the answer to that question, while Cor looks like he can't decide if his birthday's come early or he wants to preemptively break out the alcohol.
So yeah, this is great. Maybe even better than original Sola and Nox and Noctis get pulled into Dissidia while Sola is pregnant, because teenaged Sola is having so much fun.
But.
Consider.
Little!Nox 'verse.
Specifically the version where @secret-engima dropped Nox and Noctis on Materia's side and Ardyn on Spiritus' side, with Sola joining Ardyn in this case. Post-Marilith because otherwise Nox would be like, three and Noctis eight and even I'm not that mean.
So instead Noctis is ten (Materia did try to call for champions that weren't literal children and had at least some combat experience. Normally Noctis wouldn't count, but he's since got the same soul as Nox, things got kinda mixed up. Not that that excuse will save Materia from Sola and Ardyn's wrath). Nox is five, and Sola is seventeen and newly outed as a Kingsglaive to the media, and newly realized by the Galahdians as being a half-feral Sky-born instead of just a short-tempered magical teenager.
Sola arrives at the tower before Ardyn and learns from one of the less-asshole villains who may have done this whole dog-and-chocobo show before that she’s to fight her counterpart. Which makes her immediately suspicious because she doesn’t have a mortal enemy like these people. Well, most of these people. Apparently one of them is fighting his sister-in-law and former comrade while another is fighting his own son, and if Sola goes off that pattern that means her counterpart is-
Oh Pyre no.
At which point Ardyn arrives in all of his furious-terrified-where-the-fuck-is-my-nephew Scourge-magic-faced glory. Which neatly derails Sola’s impending Rage as she stares at the man that looks (and feels, and Sola never realized how lonely she was until she met another with her magic) more like her than her own father and brother and it feels like she’s been sucker punched. Because that’s the missing Chancellor of Niflheim putting the fear of him into the other champions through the sheer strength of his magic that Sola’s doesn’t have a snowball’s chance on Ifrit’s Pyre of matching.
And yet-
“Uncle?” Ardyn’s not sure how he hears it past the sheer terror and rage pounding in his ears, past the red and gold shards of magic swirling about him in a physical manifestation of come-near-me-and-die, but somehow the soft word gets his attention from where he’s seething at Spiritus. Or maybe it’s just the barest brush of hesitant-surprise-hope that has him turning to the young woman looking at him with wide blue eyes framed by achingly familiar red hair.
He remembers hearing about the Regis of this alternate world (and hadn’t that been a shock on top of everything else) having a daughter older than Noctis. He’d simply been too busy caring for Nox to look more into it. Now he wishes he had.
Noctis may look almost exactly like Somnus, but clearly his older sister takes after Ardyn.
“Niece.” He greets. He cannot muster up the effort for even his most insincere smile right now, not when he doesn’t know where Nox is.
Sola steps fearlessly into the magic swirling around him like a storm, shards of red and gold shattering harmlessly against her skin-
Is she, is she hugging him?
She is. Even though she’s old enough to know who he is, her arms are circling his torso in an encompassing hold that is nonetheless so gentle that he could break out of it with a single step.
Ardyn… doesn’t. It… feels nice. His niece is warm, her magic (so like his, he never thought anyone would ever inherit his magic) contained such that only hints of it brush up against his, and yet Ardyn can feel clearly how his niece has no fear or disdain of him.
Ardyn isn’t sure what to make of that. He awkwardly pats her shoulder.
“Who did they take?” His niece asks. “Your counterpart.”
Ardyn’s hand involuntarily tightens on Sola’s shoulder. She doesn’t flinch. Ardyn wavers on whether to tell her, because he’s been trying to keep Nox secret and he can’t do that if anyone from the royal family knows.
But this is Sola, whose reputation for being so fiercely protective of her younger brother managed to reach even the furthest reaches of the Lucian outlands. And Sola’s magic is radiating her honest desire to help him, simply because he’s family.
Ardyn prays he’s making the right choice. “My nephew.”
From where she’s clutching him like Nox does with his stuffed chocobo, Sola stills, before looking up at him with shocked blue eyes. Underneath the worry and fear for the others taken with them, hope and affection blooms. “I have another brother?”
“Nox.” Ardyn hesitates, then adds. “He’s five.”
It’s like flipping a switch. Sola’s delight is buried under a wave of protective fury that doesn’t touch him, and she bares her teeth in a snarl. “They summoned. My five year old brother?”
Ardyn hasn’t seen this kind of fury since the mother coeurl chased off a voretooth pack that had gotten too close to Nox and her other cubs. He’s darkly eager to see how much violence his niece will dish out. If he deigns to leave her anything to kill, that is. “Most likely.”
Sola whirls on Spiritus, seething. “Where are my brothers?”
.
Meanwhile, Noctis is Absolutely Not Panicking.
He’s ten now, and if Sola was able to protect him from assassins without panicking at ten then Noctis can protect his baby brother without panicking, especially because he’s got so many people looking out for him. He’s a big kid now after all.
(Noctis doesn't know that Sola very much did panic when she saved him from that assassin seven years back. That the whole incident was one blur of Kill The Threat By Any Means Possible of panicked Sky-born instincts.)
Noctis is trying so very hard to be brave for Nox, but then they’re attacked and Noctis sees the attack coming for them and he knows he can’t get his sword up in time and he wants his sister-
And then there’s magic ripping through the air, familiar-but-not even as Sola appears out of nowhere to scoop the both of them up in her arms and raise the strongest barrier she can around them, her magic quivering in relief and protective fury, reassuring them that she’s got them, they’re safe and Uncle is just outside taking care of everything, they’re safe.
Noctis bursts into tears. Nox follows in short order. Sola holds them both, rumbling low in her throat like how she used to soothe Noctis after a nightmare, and keeping her shield as opaque as she can because like Pyre she’s letting either of the kids see the absolute carnage happening on the other side. Bad enough they can hear it. Sola would rather be tearing someone apart, but someone needs to protect her brothers and Uncle is so much stronger than her. So she sits on her cranky Sword instincts and goes about comforting her brothers.
When Ardyn finally knocks on her shield, the screaming has finally stopped, and both her brothers have cried themselves to sleep. Sola’s still making that rumbling sound in her chest, a self-soothing technique she hasn't used in longer than she can remember.
In a mirror of last time, Ardyn fearlessly steps past Sola’s bristling magic and hugs her, long arms wrapping around her and the boys with ease. He doesn’t say anything - he’s never gotten the hang of comforting words, even after two years of caring for Nox - but cautiously wrapping his magic around Sola and the boys has all three of them relaxing in his arms. At which point Sola dissolves into tears, silently sobbing into Ardyn’s shoulder in an effort not to wake Nox or Noctis, but Astrals, she was so scared and they nearly didn’t make it in time and Sola doesn’t want to have to contemplate living without her brothers. And Ardyn doesn’t know how to comfort, but he can just sit there and hold his niblings while his niece cries.
.
Sola and Ardyn only met hours before, but looking at how they act with each other no one is able to tell. Because those two get along like a house on fire.
(What is this overkill you speak of? We only know keeping nephews/little brothers safe. With extreme prejudice.)
Sola is monstrously protective of her newest brother and uncle. Nox’s Sick Day has Sola and the rest of the mages capable of healing and Ice Elemancy tending to Nox around the clock, struggling to keep his temperature down, Sola once more making her rumbling approximation of a purr to try and comfort both her family and herself. Which prompts Y’shtola to actually purr whenever it’s her turn to watch over Nox because the rumbling/purring helps Nox sleep through it all.
The reveal of Ardyn’s scars sends Sola into a towering fury that she makes sure to keep away from Uncle and her brothers, and Mors is lucky he’s already dead because Sola would gut him and leave him to bleed out on the floor.
(Ardyn is surprised by Sola’s fury and grief on his behalf. He’s not surprised by the love she has for Nox, but for him? It’s been millennia since he’s received that kind of immediate and unconditional care from anyone, much less family.)
So when Sola later sits by him that night after Nox and Noctis are fast asleep, burrowing under his arm for a half-hug Ardyn can easily escape from, Ardyn doesn’t expect the soft, “You’re safe? Wherever you are?”
Ardyn looks down at his niece’s red hair in surprise, wondering what’s prompted this inquiry. But it’s easy enough to answer. “Yes.” As safe as one can be living in the outlands, which is safe enough with Axis and his family helping and Ardyn being the most powerful being on the planet short of an Astral.
Fingers tighten their grip on his coat. “…will you call?”
“Call?”
“After we go home.” Sola clarifies. “I want to know you’re both okay.”
Ardyn stills. Because she can’t mean what he thinks she means. “You won’t try to take Nox?” Not that Ardyn would let anyone take his nephew.
“You don’t trust Papa.” Sola says. Which, yes, but Ardyn didn’t expect Sola to pick up on that when he’s been keeping a lid on the vitriol he feels for most of his family, for Nox and Noctis’ sakes. “Nox is my baby brother, but he’s your nephew too, and he loves you.” A quiet sniffle. “I’ll miss you.”
“I will call.” Ardyn promises, resting a hand on Sola’s hair. “Both of us will.” He’s gotten a lot better at managing time, he can absolutely make a reminder on his phone to call his favorite niece once a week. If not, Titus can remind him.
#ffxv#Shadow of Heaven's Light#fusion#Nox verse#Little Nox verse#imagining the sheer panic that's happening back in Insomnia with Crystal-TV#both of Regis' children gone from their beds only to find that Regis has an even younger child no one knew about#and on top of that Niflheim's ex-Chancellor is actually Regis' half-brother#frankly they're not sure how this situation could get any worse#which means of course it does#>:)
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@dawnturnstodusk liked for a starter!
Being the Shield to the King is an time honored role. It was what the Amicitia line trained themselves for their whole lives. They lived, breathed and die if it means keeping the Lucis Caelums alive and well. It was all Clarus has ever known. His father's rules were strict and his teaching even worse. So Clarus was a bit of a workaholic when it came to Regis' safety. But there was something different that Ambrose didn't account for; friendship. Clarus and Regis were friends. Maybe Mors and Ambrose were. He never knew. But it was clear that Clarus and Regis were. That Regis cared about him more than another bodyguard hanging around him. However, that isn't to say that his charge was--- always sane. Or always patient. "Regis." Clarus spoke, his voice low. "Are you paying attention?" Council meetings were long and boring but Regis had to be paying attention to them in some aspect.
#dawnturnstodusk#( i didn't know if you wanted to put this in younger verse or not so i kept it pretty vague )#( i'm just excited because. clarus. . . regis. . . my beloveds. )#( queue tag. )
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The Sun & the Lion
Cor had been fighting since he was strong enough to hold a sword, all his life had taken a clear purpose since he met that young prince more than twenty-five years ago. His life, his death, it all belongs to the Kingdom of Lucis and serving the Caelum family… His life had been a constant of fighting in the war against Niflheim, so much that he had never had time to think beyond surviving and protecting, nor what his life could be beyond that. And perhaps that’s why a young princess had started to affect him so much. Because she wanted him to see more than a lifetime in battle, and she wanted to be with him through it.
So now it was his fault that she was again hurt by his rejection. He had let his guard down and had let her hope he might finally reciprocate her feelings grow. So they had fought the night prior, and this time he just couldn't put it out of his mind for the rest of the night.
They had been walking back from the King’s study after one last follow-up of the Verstael incident under Insomnia. It was coincidental they were taking the same way, as both of them were planning to go back to their respective offices to leave or read more reports and Cor just hoped it would pass without any exchange because nowadays he was starting to get troubled over what her words might cause on him or the other way around. But as it was, the Princess was as troublesome as usual, and as they were about to part ways the Princess had stopped him.
“Did you have dinner?” She asked.
Cor shook his head, he wasn’t even planning to eat anything one way or the other as he’d had a late lunch.
Still, she tentatively asked him to go get something to eat with her. The expectation in her eyes almost made him agree, but he caught himself and reprimanded his carelessness, remembering the girl had feelings for him—
“I’ll pass, Princess.” He said and turned to leave.
An exasperated sigh behind him told Cor this wasn’t over. Following footsteps and a hand on his arm stopped him again.
“You should take care, Marshal. Not long ago you were in a hospital bed, even if you don’t feel like eating, you still should. At least something light.”
Her soft tone made him look straight into her eyes, which were filled with concern and care. Cor didn’t say anything until, as always, she couldn’t stand his gaze and looked away, then released his arm. He wasn’t sure what she saw in his eyes as she could never hold his gaze for too long, even if she could for the likes of enemies or foreign governance.
“Don’t worry about me, Princess. Take care of your own health.” And maybe it came a bit too cold, too harsh. Because Aelia pursed her lips downwards and she seemed to become smaller, but as soon as it came it was gone. She smiled, an honest smile if a bit pained.
“I can’t help but worry about you. You know that I l—”
He stopped her before she could finish it, “And you know that I think it’s a waste of your time. You’re just hurting yourself.”
Maybe there was a better way to say this, but he had never been good with words or coating things up, life was too short to waste in useless cajolery. Something the Princess had become very good at. And yet, the look of hurt in her eyes was as sharp as when she had half of her arm charred and burned.
"Stop! Stop saying loving you is bad for me! For it is not," Aelia's eyes fired up, "How could it be wrong, or bad to love someone who loves our people, who put his life on the line to protect the innocent, who has fought all his life to fight for those who cannot fight? How could it be bad for me, to want to give happiness, to give my life to someone like that?"
Cor clenched his teeth, damn the stubborn girl! And more damned his heart that quickened at those words.
"I've been fighting for and serving your father since before you were born, surely you must see what's wrong there." Cor managed to say callously, but his mind and feelings were very messy.
"To hell with that! I don't care about it!" Aelia snapped back at him.
"But I do. And even if I didn't, it still wouldn't change anything. I'm a soldier, Princess, I am the kind of man who has taken away countless lives, the one who participates in the one thing you hate above all. And I'm most likely to end up dying at any moment in service of the King." He answered dryly, this much she ought to understand.
Cor saw her countenance grow more flustered and her eyes narrowed angrily, "At least just say you simply don't love me. You don't need to feel guilty for not returning my stupid feelings!" Aelia then paused and took a sharp breath. Her anger dissipated, then turned her eyes to the side, she couldn't bear to look at him any longer. "It was my mistake talking about this again… just forget it." She finished and turned away.
#ff15#ffxv fanfic#ffxv#cor leonis#cor leonis x ofc#ffxv noctis#noctis lucis caelum#regis lucis caelum#older man younger woman#unrequited love#drama#short novel#final fantasy xv#final fantasy 15
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thinking about regis in his prime again
#i think he was kind of evil actually#txt#not that evil just like. very deadly. and scary#like he still is#but he was worse when he was younger#like in a *smears blood on his face* way#regis vc: haha i was pretty wild when i was a teenager
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What does Regis smell like?
Like metal
#in his current state#i bet younger him smelled like pomegranates or something fancy like that#collector oc#regis#answer
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for the selfship ask you and regis?
🙄🙄 op is soooo bold to even pretend that the most evil man in the entire odyssey canon, the metaphorical embodiment of the devil himself, is even remotely deserving or capable of love. i have to laugh. also regis was his BOSS before he and jude became lovers which obviously means that the power imbalance will taint every single interaction that they ever have. and you’re telling me that shortly after the events of episode 424 blackgaard’s revenge regis implants his consciousness into jude’s BRAIN????? he is totally undoing the years of emotional legwork jude endured during the grief of his seemingly-dead life partner—just like blackgaard to rub his psych doctorate hands all over everyone’s mental health. it’s giving regression it’s giving manipulation it’s giving codependency and backsliding plus he was literally dead? it’s giving necrophilia #freak
#something something giving the show’s one remotely queercoded character a significantly younger lover it’s giving pederasty stereotypes#something something jude is bad trans rep because he’s mean and evil and wears makeup and is totally audibly limpwristing in every scene#my life would be a living hell if jude was canon but people would especially hate him for ‘manipulating’ eugene (who i am also dating) LOLL#gritsandbrits#asks#THANK UUUUUU you always spoil me w regis prompts <3333
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randomly thinking of ffxv n it influenced me sm fr i love the character's names so much
#🌙.rambles#[ ffxv. ]#like. oh my god there's 'noctis lucis caelum' & 'lunafreya nox fleuret' ..is it obvious#like the rest of the cast have such lovely names too n i remember when i was younger searching all the meanings n all hehe#i remember it by heart!#like. really just the names they used in the game too like niflheim.. norse mythology.#somnus. 'sleep'. god i still love how that ties with 'insomnia'. n like tenebrae! uhh darkness iirc#ignis stupeo scientia hmmm i can't remember entirely but. fire. n smth w knowledge#gladiolus amicitia hmm i love the amicitias sm i really love like. yk gladio n iris w the flowers hehe i think it's pretty cute#amicita means friendship iirc. n iirc gladiolus also has a sort of uhh connection maybe w like sword?#there was smth funny w that 😭 i rmber reading some stuff abt that long ago#prompto argentum! argentum - silver.. very fitting oh man. kind of like quicksilver together in a way for prompto#n other characters too like regis (king smth) n. OH WAIT#noctis. night ofc. lucis. light duh. caelum. sky. or heaven. not like super exact but yeah ><#lunafreya.. luna is moon obviously. freya i'm not so sure anymore but that's norse iirc? nox.. YEAH. night. fleuret is smth flower related#oh my god i love flowers i remember ffxv w flowers#god my memory is so wack n idk how they're rlly like phrased n all but the meaning of each singular word is around that yeah ^^#ffxv has its problems. n i cld ramble abt that for long too but it's still undeniably a v important n special game to me. i enjoyed it too#i'm still really fond of noctis help me i get soft wnvr i think of. YEAH.#noctis w the cat noctis w fishing noctis w fluffy hair noctis w the night noctis w the moon noctis w#sorry wait i kind of froze for a bit a song played uh. mili's new song yeah n it reminded me of that story i wrote two years back#i've always rlly liked that trope. not sure what exactly prompted or started it#maybe it was bcs i rlly loved fiction so much but.. it's not real after all n i've always felt deeply so. that sort of unrequitedness. yeah#it's something that i seem to really know well for some reason. that feeling of longing and yearning#n recently w returning to indulging myself more again w fiction i think reminded me of. how the protag i wrote in that one story i wrote#especially really reflects on me so much. two years older n that part of me is still the same. it's really so#similar n maybe that's why in the present all of that meant so much to me. that familiarity that's always meant so much to me#😭😭 listening to stand by me rn n i'm emotional the lyrics n the song r just so personally important n special to me#i love vgs n fiction sm. i love reality too but i think i'm a bit stuck in the past. i'm not sure. i'm so confused. growing up.. too fast#i'll distract myself for now i think i've been really a mess lately i'm stressed w school n helpless w not writing enough but i'll be fine
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I only just woke up so forgive me for being late to this but THANK YOU THIS WAS WONDERFUL! Dandelion has so many traits that read as autistic to me in the books [like the overenthusiasm and lack of social cues] that it always makes me soft as fuck to see Regis being so gentle and understanding with him. And calling him "our minstrel" aaaa I love platonic possessives he's just so obviously fond of this silly contradictory poet and it's a wonder there's not more fic out there of their friendship together! And yes the games do carry their friendship over - we never see them interact on screen unfortunately but the flavour text is so sweet you can really feel how much Dandelion loved their vampire surgeon when he writes about him :')
I've been going through some of your posts about Geralt and Dandelion's friendship in the books recently because... well I'm back in my book/game phase I guess and I really wanted to know if there are any other Dandelion friendships you like from the books and why? Like him and Zoltan or with the other Hansa etc? [Personally I'm a big fan of what little we see of him with Regis and it always makes me weepy that he wrote a biography about him in the games and fondly remarks abt him smelling like herbs all the time]
Awww yayy thanks for spending some time on the ol blog. I absolutely love this question. I don't get to talk enough about Emiel Regis Rohellec Terzieff-Godefroy, and his relationship with Dandelion (for the newbies, that is Jaskier's name in the books) is so lovely.
Dandelion and Friendships
For those who are just joining us, Tea is talking about my series about Geralt and Dandelion's friendship in the books.
I have also written posts about Dandelion's friendships with Ciri and Zoltan:
Dandelion and Ciri
Dandelion and Zoltan
And for this post, I'll focus on Regis and Dandelion's friendship, which I absolutely love.
Dandelion and Regis Friendship (books)
What really strikes me about Regis and Dandelion, is just how patient and kind Regis is with Dandelion. Sometimes it is almost like he’s dealing with a child he cares about. Considering Regis’s age (over four centuries old), Dandelion (approx in his thirties when they meet) IS a child.
On top of that, Dandy’s personality is rife with traits often associated with kids:
insatiable curiosity to the point where he endangers his own life, (when they go into the forest or sea, Geralt has to essentially, follow right behind him like you would a toddler),
hyper enthusiasm about every discovery he makes, (he whispers in awe when he sees mandrake for the first time, that’s just how he reacts to everything new)
his inability to censor himself or stop asking questions even when everyone else wants him to shut up (he will ask until he understands, no matter the social cues happening)
the way he will act incredibly transparent and awkward while thinking he is being subtle and smooth
Perhaps that is why Regis seems to be so indulgent of him. And somehow their personalities just fit naturally.
Regis’s most annoying trait is to lecture people at length like a professor and cut people off who are asking a question, since he is too eager to answer it. The vampire loves to hold forth on a topic.
Dandelion’s annoying trait (one of many, bless, we know he can't keep it in his pants either) is to ask questions incessantly. In that way, they really kind of fit together.
Geralt loses patience when Dandelion is being socially inappropriate by asking too many questions. Geralt really values discretion and manners.
Regis is more willing to spend time explaining things and to open up.
Early in the hansa's time together, (before he manages to surprise folks several times over) Dandelion is often seen as the one who is in way over his head. Everyone else is a warrior or a soldier. Dandelion is the soft one. To add to the indignity, Geralt is angry at him during Baptism of Fire because Dandelion keeps forcing him to make friends (well, to ask for help)
Yet Regis, the new guy, is the one who always makes sure Dandelion isn't embarrassed or ashamed.
Here’s a few examples.
When Dandelion is given a bloody head wound by an arrow, the poet is howling and shrieking. He thinks he's dead already. He is not a stoic man. It is played comedically, but Geralt is also legitimately terrified that he will lose Dandelion. That bit is not played comedically.
But given the circumstances, the rest of them could be forgiven for rolling their eyes at the poet's dramatics.
But Regis (who is treating his wounds as the resident barber surgeon) does not.
Regis speaks to him so soothingly, and kindly. (I am omitting the Geralt dramz because I will get off topic lol)
Dandelion groaned and took a sharp intake of breath....
“I’ll put in a few stitches,” Regis said...”Be brave, Dandelion.”
Dandelion was brave.
“Almost done here,” Regis said, setting about bandaging the victim’s head. “Don’t you worry, Dandelion, you’ll be right as rain. The wound’s just right for a poet, Dandelion. You’ll look like a war hero, with a proud bandage around you head, and the hearts of the maidens looking at you will melt like wax. Yes, a truly poetic wound....”
And when it is revealed that Regis is a vampire, and Dandelion is afraid of him, Regis is incredibly patient and kind about the whole thing. He does not take offense. Geralt does! (Ironic, considering Geralt ran Regis off, but Geralt, bless, is dealing with a clusterfuck of feelings about the vampire and everything else going on in his life.)
But yes, after Geralt tells Dandelion about Regis, Dandelion is scared, and wants to seek reassurance. But the poet (unbeknownst to him it seems) is awkward and bad at it. He tries to bring up the issue with the subtlety of a sledge hammer.
Dandelion...deciding to clear up the uncertainty..began as soon as they set off. With his usual tact.
(I like that. His usual tact. Meaning, zero tact lmaoooooo.)
“Milva,” he suddenly called as they were riding, sneaking a glance at the vampire as they were riding, sneaking a glance at the vampire. “...I fancy eating a hunk of real meat for a change! How about you, Regis?”
Yeah. Real subtle Dandelion.
“I beg your pardon?’ the vampire said, lifting his head from the horse’s neck.
“Meat!” the poet repeated emphatically. “...fancy some fresh meat?”
“Yes, I do.”
“And blood. Would you like some fresh blood?”
“Blood?” Regis asked, swallowing. “No. I’ll decline the blood. But if you have a taste for some, feel free.”
Geralt, Milva and Cahir observed an awkward, sepulchral silence.
I love that. Awkward sepulchral silence. Dandelion causes a lot of those. But Regis does not dismiss him or laugh. He reassures him.
“I know what this is about, Dandelion,” Regis said slowly, “And let me reassure you. I’m a vampire, but I don’t drink blood.”
The silence became as heavy as lead. But Dandelion wouldn’t have been Dandelion if he had remained silent.
But Dandelion wouldn’t have been Dandelion if he had remained silent. (sorry I am laughing every other line at this part)
“You must have misunderstood me,” he said, seemingly lightheartedly. “I didn’t mean-”
“I don’t drink blood,” Regis interrupted. “...I gave it up.”
Dandelion doesn’t know what that means and keeps pestering Regis to explain. Geralt is embarrassed and tells Dandy to shut up.
However, Regis opens up around the camp fire that night. He tells his life story, and says he hasn’t drank blood in fifty years. Dandelion is incredulous.
“Not at all?” Dandelion said, and stuttered. But his curiosity got the best of him. “Not at all? Never? But...?”
Geralt is embarrassed again and shuts him down again. Regis, by contrast, is patient and defends Dandelion.
“I beg your pardon,” the poet grunted.
“Don’t apologize,” the vampire said placatingly, “And Geralt, don’t chasten him. I understand his curiosity.”
Baptism of Fire 291-295
That's right. Don't chasten him Geralt.
Regis and Dandelion also just have a wonderful dynamic of picking on each other.
Dandelion teases Regis about his long ass name.
And Regis has a great time teasing Dandelion lovingly. In one scene, Geralt and Regis team up to pick on Dandelion and the secretive way he treats his writing. Dandelion has stolen some paper and pencil from a Lyrian military convoy and is writing whenever they make camp, but gets testy whenever anyone gets near him or looks at his manuscript.
Geralt is good-naturedly giving Dandelion a hard time and Regis jumps in with such adorable relish. (Also, in this scene, we find out that Regis actually named Dandelion's memoirs)
"Indeed," the witcher joined in...."You've become devilishly touchy, Dandelion. One cannot fail to notice that it is somehow connected to the paper which you have recently begun to deface with a bit of lead while we camp." “It’s true,” Regis agreed, “our minstrel has become touchy, not to say secretive, discreet, and loving of solitude recently. Oh no, having witnesses when performing his natural needs doesn't bother him at all...His shameful secrecy and oversensitivity to being watched extends solely to his scribbled notes. Is, perhaps, a poem being written in our presence? A rhapsody? And epic? A romance? A canzone?”
He's like, you don't care who sees you piss and shit, but oh this you care about. lol. Tell us about the poem. But Geralt objects.
“No,” Geralt retorted...”I know him. It can’t be verse, because he’s not cursing, mumbling, or counting the syllables on his fingers. He’s writing in silence, so it must be prose.”
“Prose!” The vampire flashed his pointed fangs - which he really tried not to do. “A novel perhaps? Or an essay? A morality play? Dammit, Dandelion! Don’t torture us so! Reveal what you are writing?”
Dandelion says it is a memoir called Fifty Years of Poetry. Regis says that A Half Century of Poetry sounds better.
“Thanks, Regis, Something constructive at last.”
P 88 -90 The Tower of the Swallow
I admit I'm such a sucker (hehe no pun intended) for whenever Regis's fangs are mentioned, whether he is hiding them, baring them, or unselfconsciously showing them during a warm, silly moment with his friends. (Sobs, I love this vampire, seriously I need an intervention)
Regis also comforts Dandelion openly when the poet is doubting his courage or fitness for a task.
Later in the book, Geralt volunteers for a bloody job/violence for hire that terrifies Dandelion, so the poet protests the plan. Geralt insists he’ll do it alone.
But no! He has a hansa now! He won't be alone! Angoulême volunteers to go. Cahir says he’s coming with as well. Then Milva insists she is coming.
Dandelion freezes.
It would be like the LOTR ‘and my bow and my axe’ yadda yadda scene, but if there was one person left and when it got to them, everyone turned around and looked and they are just standing there frozen like....motherfuck this is scary idk idk wtf do I do. And the way this next paragraph is written, it pleases me.
Dandelion...was evidently struggling with his thoughts. And the thoughts were winning.
lmaooo
And Regis jumps in "kindly." He shows solidarity with Dandelion, and takes the heat by calling himself a coward.
“Stop meditating, poet,” Regis said kindly. For there’s nothing to be ashamed of. You’re even less cut out to participate in a bloody swordfight than I am. We weren’t taught to carve up our neighbors with a blade. Furthermore...furthermore..,” he raised shining eyes towards Geralt and Milva, “I’m...a coward,” he confessed curtly.
They keep arguing amongst themselves because Geralt believes they have been spied on. And Regis is just...always soft with Dandelion. When Dandelion starts guessing about who is spying on them, and is beginning to ramble incorrectly,
“You’re mistaken, Dandelion,” Regis softly interjected.
The Tower of the Swallow p 182
It's Regis's gentleness that just fuckn kills me. That's always the character that's gonna get me right between the ribs with a shank. (Metaphorically, Regis is too gentle for that)the one that lives in a horror filled, violent, cruel world and is still just kind, even to the loud, awkward, soft, obnoxious poet who is in over his head and is afraid you'll bite him in his sleep and who shrieks when he is wounded.
Geralt and Dandelion are so sassy and old/married with each other, deeply, proudly loving in actions, but always bickering.
It's sweet to see Dandelion have a friendship like the one he has with Regis.
It is so nice to hear that the games continued his love of Regis. (I haven't played them, so I get my info about them from you guys XD)
So thanks again for following me and for the ask! I hope I've done ok answering. I also love Dandy's dynamic with Nenneke and ofc Yen, but I'll stop there.
Hope your week goes really well. x
#the witcher books#emiel regis#long post#meta post#I sometimes wonder if regis had a family in the past and dandelion reminds him of one of them#he has the very patient air of an older cousin used to dealing with rowdier and enquisitive younger ones#it wouldn't surprise me at all if that was the case
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Yearn (Regis Adri Floyen)
TAGS: Regis/F!reader, age gap (older man/younger woman), breeding, mating press, married sex, drabble Ao3 ver. | Ko-fi | Commissions (OPEN)
“Cum inside me, please? Wanna make you a daddy again so bad…! ”
Regis feels his heart nearly stop before restarting with a vengeance from your admission, images of babies with combinations of your features flashed through his mind’s eye at the speed of light.
If someone told him a year ago that he’d find love again after swearing never to take another wife, he’d have called them a suicidal fool for even daring to suggest such a thing.
And yet here he is, barely a month after his own daughter’s wedding and coronation celebrating his own wedding night.
Duke Floyen believed himself too old for a new love, that he already had his chance and to ask for more would be greedy of him.
To think that he would fall for his daughter’s best friend and mentor, a young woman in her mid-20s who was already deemed a spinster and unmarriageable at this age.
But how can he not fall for you when you became the person he couldn’t be for Juvel? His inadequacy in expressing himself honestly made him envious at how easily you made her smile, laugh, and relax even with your mere presence alone.
Regis doesn’t know when his daydreams of being the one to make his child laugh instead turned into visions of you all together, Juvel laying her head on your lap while you leaned your head on his shoulder.
Before he knew it, he had asked to court you when you crossed paths at his manor’s gardens. Juvel was surprisingly nowhere in sight at that moment, which gave him the push he needed to make a move.
And the rest is history.
“I-It was…always you I would imagine with me…whenever I think about getting married and having children…”
You didn’t have time to think about just how your words would affect your new husband as you found yourself practically folded in half into a mating press. His eyes practically glowed with an animalistic hunger as he stared down at you with a ravenous look.
“Rest assured, my love. I’ll fill you up as many times as it takes tonight to make sure you’re carrying our children by morning…”
#lexsssu writes#father i don't want to get married#father i don't want this marriage#regis floyen#regis floyen x reader#regis floyen x you#regis floyen x y/n#regis floyen x female reader#regis adri floyen#crossposted on ao3
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wait and he was also digging up mandrakes in an elven cemetery when they found him.
what the hell, regis. UNESCO (United Nonhumans Elven Scientific and Cultural Organization) is going to come for your ass sooner or later
regis casually suggesting they desecrate tir ná beá arainne, an ancient and sacred elven mausoleum, just because he wanted to see what was up inside
#though it’s probably nothing against elves in particular#he would break into and live in any gravesite 👍#it’s just the elven ones have more square footage and have more natural darkness (like natural light but for vampires)#wait. consider the implication that he was househunting#his actual house and his summer abode were most likely destroyed in the war#so he’s in the real estate market? does his middle aged physician realness ever stop????#avallac’h: YOU CANT LIST TIR NA BEA ARAINNE ON ZILLOW | regis: haha 2bd 2bt go brrrr#im jk bc he wasnt living *in* the cemetery… as he says#the elbow-high diaries#but he did live in cemeteries when he was younger… as he mentioned very casually…#so it certainly wouldn’t be weird to do it would actually be more normal
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@ardynzunia liked for a starter!!
The would be King let out a long drawn out sigh as he placed a hand on his face. He was more tired then he made it out. After all this trip was supposed to be fun and a way to travel before he had to deal the horrors of ruling a kingdom. But between Clarus and Cid arguing and Cor's silent treatment this was looking like a disaster in the making. "Am I doing this wrong?" He asked, tapping his finger against his leg. Why was he putting so much pressure on this trip anyway? Did it matter? Did it change how it would end up? Regis would be King. And his life would be over. He would no longer be Regis, he'd be King Lucis Caelum. And that was such a fucking bummer.
#ardynzunia#( ic; regis / who will i say goodnight to when you're gone )#( i made him younger in this one so if you wanted to use ruby or party ardyn! )#( i wasn't sure because i didn't find a thing about ruby on your blog but it also late for me so i may have missed it )#( queue tag. )
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"A king must never stand still. He must keep moving forward, whatever the cost. However, even a king can feel worried and lost. When that time comes, I want you to be by Noctis' side, as his friend—and as his older brother."
I first played FFXV in English, and so missed this very subtle detail when I was an early fan. I'm not kidding when I say that the first time I played in Japanese and heard this speech, my eyes went 👀 because suddenly everything that Ignis did in Episode Ignis made so much more sense.
The difference is this: In the EN version, Regis asks Ignis to stay by Noctis' side, "as his friend—and as his brother." In the JP version, Regis asks Ignis to be Noctis' 兄 / "ani" / "older brother".
For me, this is a big difference. A "brother" is an equal, a companion, someone you can trust and share good times and bad times with. An older brother is many of these things, too, except an older brother is not an equal.
FFXV is still culturally a Japanese/Asian game. Many Asian languages have a specific name for an older—especially the eldest—sibling. To be the eldest is to be responsible for the younger ones. It's not uncommon for the eldest to shoulder more of the chores, be responsible for the actions of the younger siblings (yes, to the point of getting in trouble for them as well), to be expected to discipline them, and generally be accountable for whatever happens to one's younger siblings. This does usually provide the eldest sibling more authority, but it also comes with expectations of sacrifice. The eldest is expected to be more patient, to give things away they want for themselves, and generally make sure the younger siblings are provided for before considering one's self.
For me, who culturally also has this concept albeit not being Japanese, that Ignis was tasked to be Noct's "ani" makes their relationship make so much more sense. Ignis' strictness with Noct, the exasperation, the perseverance, the nagging, and conversely Noct's cheekiness, stubbornness, whining and complaining, laziness (no I swear this is typical youngest son behaviour!) and just the general banter that goes on between them is very much older brother/younger brother dynamic. I don't know why I didn't make this connection in the EN version, but that's language for you. 🥲
Ignis' actions in Episode Ignis were not extreme. I have known eldest children who give up more of themselves and for longer. This is not to belittle Ignis' sacrifice, only to say that his actions made sense given his role in Noctis' life.
#brothers ignis and noctis you will always be dear to me#ffxv vids#is this a meta#accidentally i guess#meta#ignis scientia#noctis lucis caelum#episode ignis#ffxv#jp xv details
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Commission: Young Regis
Thank you @regis-favorite-raven for choosing me to render Emiel Regis in his younger years, and smiling too!
Interested parties, you can check my reduced price on Black and White bust portraits on my pinned post!
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