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rosemary-morgan · 1 year

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FFXV - HC’s about your pregnancy and how the boys would take care of you

Female Reader

I have some cute ideas in mind 🖤 Let your dearest boy take care of you 💋 I want to thank everyone who read and support my stuff.

A big thank you to my dear friend @fangirl-ramblings 🖤 she has been beta reading for me 🌹

(Pictures/GIF are not mine! Found on Pinterest/Google/tumblr)

Characters: Prompto, Nyx Ulric, Cor Leonis, Gladio and Ignis

Warning: Pregnant reader, some argument, mention of love making

A little reminder: Requests are open 😋

Prompto:

⦁When you tell Prompto about your pregnancy, he is overjoyed! He can't stop kissing you, he even cries because he is so happy! And you cry with him.

⦁He immediately tells the good news to his friends and they of course rejoice with him. It will not be easy to choose a godfather for the child.

⦁He thinks you are the most beautiful woman in the world. Seeing you like this, with your beautiful round belly, makes him very happy. A part of him lives in you now.

⦁Prompto is so excited! He is already buying so many things for the unborn child. Clothes, toys and books of fairy tales, so he can read them to his child every night.

⦁Prompto gets you everything you feel like. No matter how crazy your cravings are, he would willingly drive hundreds of miles to see you happy. Even in the middle of the night he will get you your favorite ice cream if you ask for it.

⦁He will protect you and the little one with his life.

⦁When fears and worries rob you of your sleep, Prompto will tell you with that sweet voice of his, that everything will be fine. You will hear words full of love that will make your heart laugh again.

⦁He will probably freak out if you get hurt or catch some illness. He will take good care of you, but overacting sometimes.

⦁On the nights when you are in his arms, he is even more tender and loving than he already is. He loves you and the little one in your belly. Sometimes he sings to his child. Softly and in a gentle voice, while he lovingly looks at you and caressing your belly.

Nyx Ulric:

⦁ Your pregnancy is not planned at all and you are afraid to tell him that you are expecting a his child.

⦁ Nyx is speechless at first and just stares at you with wide eyes. You don't know what's going on in his head and what he's thinking about, and that makes you very nervous. Does he want this child? Is he going to freak out now?

⦁ Your anxiety grows as no reaction comes from Nyx. But when he sees your tears and the sad expression on your face, he wakes up from his trance. He can't stand to see you so sad and immediately wraps you in his arms "Hey, hey... it's alright. It's okay."

⦁ Nyx is very loving and also understanding. He loves you more than anything. As time goes by, Nyx becomes more and more excited that you are expecting a child from him. A little being that grows inside you. A greater gift you could not offer him.

⦁ However, he is concerned about whether he can provide you and the baby with the life you deserve. He will do anything to make you happy.

⦁ His worries are great, but when he sees you, full of joy and also full of love, he forgets his fears. In you he has met his soul mate.

⦁ Your nights are full of love and passion. Nyx shows you how beautiful you are and how much he desires you.

⦁ Nyx and you become even closer.

⦁ Nyx will no longer risk his life so recklessly, for he has a great responsibility. He chooses his missions carefully and is highly concentrated.

⦁ He informs himself about pregnancy, gets books and guidebooks, so that he is prepared for the coming weeks and months. He supports you where he can, because he knows that pregnancy is not an easy thing.

⦁ When your baby is born, he doesn't leave your side and when he finally sees this sweet little creature, his beautiful blue eyes shimmer with tears. "I love you. Both of you", he says as he strokes your hair and kisses you full of love.

Cor Leonis:

⦁ You have been trying to have a child for a long time, but it doesn't happen so easily for you.

⦁ The more time goes by and you don't succeed, the more unhappy you are about it. It is your greatest wish, but Cor also wishes to start a family.

⦁ You start to doubt yourself and are afraid that Cor might leave you. Even though you know deep inside that he would never do that. He loves you and wants to share his life with you.

⦁ But one day, when you think all hope is lost a small miracle happens, You can hardly believe it, but it happened!

⦁ Cor can hardly believe it when he comes home and you give him this beautiful news.

⦁ You kiss each other in tears, Cor showers you with kisses. He can't put into words how happy he is. Lovingly he embraces your face, looks at you with tears and smiles. "I love you, Y/N."

⦁ He lifts you in his arms and takes you to the bedroom where he loves you with passion. It's a long night of you making love. You lose all sense of time, because you are in your own world, forgetting everything around you...

⦁ Cor works less to be there for you.

⦁ You take many walks in nature and when you are not feeling well, he lovingly takes care of you.

⦁ You love his kisses on your belly, you like the way he looks at you; full of love and affection. You have found the man to spend the rest of your life with

Gladio:

⦁ Gladio is completely shocked at first. This was not planned at all! He literally panics!

⦁ He becomes louder, asks you how this is supposed to work? Because as I said, it was not planned at all! He thinks he is completely unsuitable as a father. He has other obligations and can not also take care of a child!

⦁ His extremely negative reaction shocks you. You try to calm him down, but Gladio is much too upset.

⦁ "This shouldn't have happened! Damn it, Y/N!" He doesn't think about what he's saying "What are you doing to me, Y/N?!"

⦁ After that sentence, you can't hold back your tears and Gladio sees that too. He sees your shocked expression and immediately regrets his words. But we know how stubborn he can be and he doesn't even apologize to you at first.

⦁ He leaves the apartment, because he first needs a clear head. He must gain distance from you in order not to hurt you even more. Gladio really regrets his words, but he needs to be alone for now.

⦁ His friend Ignis manages to calm him down and give him some advice. As a result, Gladio calms down and his feelings don't take over his mind. Rational thinking is now the order of the day.

⦁ Gladio really loves you very much and he wants to be there for you.

⦁ When he comes home and finds you crying in your shared bed, it breaks his heart. He asks you for forgiveness and holds you tightly in his arms. "I am so sorry. Please, forgive me. Please, Y/N..."

⦁ He knew what an idiot he had been and deeply regrets it.

⦁ Gladio is very gentle and affectionate in dealing with you. He treats you as if you were made of glass.

⦁ And if anyone is rude or rough with you, oh, God have mercy on them! He becomes overprotective.

⦁ He shows a lot of understanding when your hormones go crazy.

⦁ Lying in his lap, he strokes your hair and is so happy about the course his life has taken.

Ignis:

⦁ When you tell Ignis the happy news, he is overjoyed! You made him the proudest man in the world. His beautiful wife brings new life into the world! Who would not be happy and proud?

⦁ You both knew from the beginning that you wanted children. You didn't want to wait long to have them and now you are going to be very young parents.

⦁ Ignis takes care of you as if you were the greatest treasure on earth. Well, he did that before, but now his protective instinct has also become stronger.

⦁ Ignis cooks you meals that are healthy, but also very tasty! So no boring dishes, just really fancy things!

⦁ Ignis knows that you are going through a special time and that you need every support, and you will get it from him. He does most of the housework because he doesn’t want you to overwork yourself.

⦁ He will prepare baths for you, with fragrant oils, and petals of flowers. And while you take a bath, he admires you, caressing your belly, while he keeps looking at you gently. Full of love.

⦁ He often makes trips with you. Your favorite destination is Galdin Quay. There you spend passionate nights together.

⦁ Sometimes, you sit on the beach at night and look at the stars in the sky. You talk about your future. These evenings will remain in your memory for a long time, because they are very special.

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blossom-adventures · 6 months

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Kingsglaive Legends 2023! Organised by @calling4glaives

Day 2: AU & Life After (Feat. Luche & Nyx, Pelna, Crowe, Libertus and Drautos)

I’m classing this as an AU even though it will appear in my fic, because I am intending most of the Glaive to survive… so it’s kind of AU but most of the main plot of the game and film still happens

Little context: at the start of The Long Night, Cor and Titus buy a penthouse apartment in Lestallum and they get bunk beds to accommodate their close friends and “family” so that they all have a safe place to live and don’t have to worry about accommodation themselves… also there’s a little teaser to Violet and Nyx’s relationship ☺️🥰

A year into The Long Night

Luche climbed the stairs to the apartment he shared with the rest of the Glaive, he’d just got back to Lestallum after a supply run.

He unlocked the door and pushed it open, being hit by the strong smells of curry being prepared in the kitchen, Libertus was working with Crowe to prepare the evening meal for everyone, there were a lot of people living in this apartment, so Libertus was hard at work, throwing various spices into the large 2 handled pan, while Crowe was carving up the Dualhorn steaks into bite sized cubes.

“Hey, Luche!” Nyx stepped out the bathroom, he had clearly just had a shower, “how’d your supply run go?”

“Ok, not great, we didn’t get much, but I did manage to bring back some more resources for the Power Station, so it wasn’t a complete loss” Nyx clapped him on the shoulder while Luche looked around, it seemed to him that they were the only ones in the large apartment at the moment. “Where is everyone?”

“Pelna was called to help Monica with some communication problems, Drautos and Cor had a meeting with Holly, Violet was helping Iris at her shop and the Kings friends are still out on a mission, most of them will be back soon” Nyx pointed over his shoulder to the bathroom, “we’ve still got some hot water and you’ve got time for a shower if you want, dinner is probably going to be another hour or so”

By the time Luche had showered and changed most of the others who lived in the apartment had arrived; Titus was now helping Libertus and Crowe prepare dinner, Cor was discussing something with Pelna and Iris was bouncing her nephew on her knee while Nyx and Violet sat together on the opposite sofa, Violet saw Luche leave the bathroom and gave him a smile.

Luche had been so unsure about the apartment at first, the idea of so many people sharing a space was bound to cause issues, but he’d been wrong, so far there had been no problems, the people who could cook took it in turns to cook the evening meals, and if they needed help, others would step up, but there was never any arguments or shouting. Everyone offered to help Violet and Nyx with their son if he was crying, or they offered to babysit him, like Iris was doing now, just to give them an hour or 2 to themselves. The house work was everyone’s responsibility, you cleaned up after yourself, it was only fair, and everyone was responsible for their own belongings.

Luche sat down next to Iris and reached over to her nephew, who was laughing and clapping every time she bounced her knee, Luche tickled him under his chin and he squealed happily before he took hold of Luche’s finger and looked at him, he had the same rich amber eyes as his mother and aunt but he had his fathers hair colour; an unkempt tuft of slate grey hair covered the top of his head.

“You always grab my finger when I do that” Luche spoke to the baby boy, who cooed in response

“He likes you Luche” Iris said “isn’t that right!” She said and she gave her nephew a tickle, now that his attention was back on her she began pulling faces, making him laugh even more than before.

Luche leant back on the sofa and looked at the group, Titus, Lib and Crowe were working together in the kitchen and Cor and Pelna were joining them on the sofas now that their discussion was done, they had become a family over the year they’d been living together and although times were much harder now, Luche wouldn’t change it for anything

#blossom rambles #kingsglaive legends 2023 #day 2: AU #day 2: life after #ffxv #ffxv kingsglaive #luche lazarus #nyx ulric #libertus ostium #crowe altius #pelna khara #titus drautos #cor leonis #iris amicitia #oc x nyx ulric

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cainballad · 1 year

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I’m in a CorNyx mood lately lol

#cor leonis #nyx ulric #ffxv #final fantasy xv #I want them to interact LOL #kingsglaive #cornyx #they can interact in my imagination lol #Cor x nyx

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the-puppets-mistress · 1 year

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Looking for a new friend or more to bounce ideas for fics off of and maybe even do a bit roleplaying with. My main fandoms include FFXV/Kingsglaive, CoD, and Resident evil.

My main pairs are

CorNyx

DrauNyx

RegNyx

CorDrauReg

CorDrauNyx

CorDrauRegNyx

Or any combo of those four and also

GhostSoap -CoD

GazPrice -CoD

WeskerChris -Resident Evil

I do also ship other pairs as well but these are my mains!

I'll write/rp fluff to smut. Canon to abo. Drabbles to world building and almost every inbetween, we all have our hard Nos when it comes to fics and writing/rp.

You can dm me here or on my discord MistressOfLions#4890, I do prefer discord though for the ease of the chat search feature.

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betustamorla · 3 months

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The Sun and the Lion

Aelia was sitting by the window watching the snow fall, a book forgotten in her lap. Nyx and Crow were playing cards in a corner near the door of the room. The clock struck the twelfth hour of the night, Cor finished polishing his swords after sharpening them and sheathed them again. There was a strong fire burning in the fireplace, which for Cor and he knew for the Glaives as well was unnecessary as they already were accustomed to the cold from the times fighting in such weather and even colder, but the Princess wasn’t, hence the fire.

“Do you really think they are going to try something?” Crow asked, throwing her cards on the table after winning for the fifth time in a row.

“If they are, they are taking their damn long time,” Nyx said stretching and yawning, losing was entertaining just for so long.

“Maybe I was overthinking it,” Aelia said from the window. “But their ‘change of heart’ was too obvious, showing they actually didn’t plan to cooperate from the beginning. They don’t want to be part of the new Empire, yet they don’t want our help either when their people already do.”

“They know you want them out of their position as bad as the new Empress,” Cor said. “They were hoping to win time in case Verstael manages to make a strong enough comeback.”

“Which he won’t,” Nyx added and started to shuffle the cards again. Then he froze and turned sharply towards the window as he reached for his kukri.

“Princess! Move!” Nyx shouted and it was a good thing Cor had been just besides Aelia, because he reacted as soon the Glaive had reached for his kukri and shoved the Princess down.

The window shattered and shards flew all over the room, the lights were cut out, and only the fireplace shed illumination into what was happening. Several bodies had entered the room through the windows, bodies that had no business being so far east. Magiteck soldiers.

Cor had expected something to happen, but the puppets of Verstael had been the last he expected, much less that Glauca was there as well. The armour of the general was reflecting the dancing flames, both from the fireplace and from the Glaives who hadn’t wasted their time. Fire was always a good cover to blind your enemies, Cor didn’t waste time and unsheathed his first katana. Just in time to block the advancing general, the hit made his teeth clench and his bones complain. Whatever powered up that thing was no joke, even if it wasn’t the first time fighting him, Cor still wished he had more than two Glaives at hand as reinforcement.

Glauca pushed down his great sword and Cor used his momentum to throw him to one side, he staggered but not enough. Glauca’s backhanded him and it smashed against his shoulder, it threw him against the wall leaving him momentarily stunned. But he moved it time to avoid being run through, the sword of Glauca stuck slightly into the wall and it was good that Nyx had finished with the Magiteck soldiers for the moment, because he sent a wave of ice magic to secure the great sword into the wall, at least for the time being.

Cor’s job wasn’t to take down Glauca, it was to make sure the Princess was safe, so he turned to search for her in the room. She was behind Crow, a rifle on hand and shooting whoever wasn’t already being taken care of by her bodyguards. But in that moment Glauca did what they weren’t expecting, he forgo his sword and just as Cor had found the Princess so did he. Then he jumped against the Glaive guarding her and barrelled her against the floor, knocking her unconscious as she hadn’t been fast enough to react and pull a shield to protect herself.

Aelia gasped at the massive General now standing in front of her, Cor cursed and jumped over the bed just as Nyx’s kukri flew against the wall behind the Princess and he warped. Glauca already had grasped the Princess by the neck but after a well-placed kick to his own neck by Nyx he was forced to release her. Cor lost no time and slashed with all his strength at the arm of the General, he felt metal screeching against each other then give way and he knew he had succeeded to at least scratch the skin under the armour.

Incensed, Glauca stepped back and a stand still fell between the four standing individuals in the room. The Princess was stooped besides Crow trying to shake her awake, Aelia was holding her neck out of pain or shock for being seized from there he didn’t know. Either way this didn’t paint well, they were down one man and someone had to take the Princess away to their safe-house were more Glaives and Crownsguards where awaiting to be called when they were needed, but most likely they were already on the move.

Time moved again and Glauca jumped back for his sword, Nyx warped there faster and shocked him with some lightning before trying to stab him were Cor had nicked the armour. Cor meanwhile moved to the Princess and pulled her to her feet as she crushed a Potion over Crow, who almost immediately came awake, and he just hoped it wouldn’t tax Aelia too much the use of it. Meanwhile Nyx succeeded in stabbing the General and a guttural scream of pain resounded in the closed walls, then Nyx was thrusted violently outside from one of the still-standing windows.

Cor was sure he would survive just fine the fall from the third story fall, but it wouldn’t be so soon he would re-join the fight as he had taken a glimpse from outside and there were more Magiteck troops outside, besides some heavy looking vehicles. But the Hero had purchased enough time for his fellow Glaive to stand again.

“Ah! Hell, this is going to shit very quickly!” Crow muttered while summoning a quite impressive burst of lightning, much powerful than Nyx’s last one. They didn’t waste time after Glauca was staggered and Crow pulled the Princess out and down the corridor of the Castle, Cor took the rear knowing it would be seconds before he had to turn around and make time for the Princess and her escort.

Just so, the wall between him and the Princess broke apart and Glauca jumped from between the flying debris. Cor made a fast slash targeting the wounded arm of the General, which he was forced to defend and thus making sure he didn’t reach for the Princess again. Because now he was sure he wasn’t trying to kill the Princess but take her alive, if not he would have already harmed her much more than taking her by the neck. That gave them a slight advantage.

Cor remembered that battle against Glauca being one of the most hard-hitting of his life, even with a wounded arm, he still had managed to best him by brute strength the armour provided and shoved him through the ground of the castle to the floor behind. He didn’t remember how many ribs he had broken, but it were enough for him to pass out immediately and wake who knows how long after and making his way out of the castle trying to catch up with the Princess and Crow to make sure they had managed to avoid Glauca. After ten minutes or so to fight through Magiteck soldiers he made it outside where he watched thin unnatural tornados of fire some distance away. He knew immediately that they hadn’t escaped Glauca and Crow was giving her all to protect the Princess.

Cor ran as fast as his broken ribs allowed him, making his way through the ruins of the east of Riflhum wasn’t easy, but the marvels of elemental magic guided him well enough for him to find the place where the battle had happened. Since everything had turned dark and quiet not long before he found the place, he had feared the worst until he heard Aelia scream. It was half fear, half anger, and he rushed to see her struggling and kicking to get away from the armoured general. They were fifteen meters away, and the humming sound of a shuttle was getting near, Cor looked up and sure enough it was closing it very quickly. He wouldn’t make it, it didn’t matter how fast he ran.

Glauca pulled the Princess onto his shoulder, he was making ready to jump to the opening hatch of the shuttle.

“Princess!” He screamed. She heard him and looked at him.

“Cor!” She reached towards him, as if that could make a difference. Then a light shone in her hand. She was summoning a weapon. For what? She wouldn’t be able to stab and make Glauca release her. But no. She was throwing the dagger at him, she was trying to warp and he clasped the flying weapon easily by its guard. He knew it was a low chance she would manage it, she hadn’t been able to train at it for her incapacity of magic use and it required focus and practice.

But before he started to think how they would pursue the shuttle before it went too far west, she disappeared from Glauca’s shoulder as he jumped towards the ship. And Cor didn’t have time to brace himself properly for the impact of her body against him. Some wind was knocked out of him from catching her in his arms and his broken ribs definitely didn’t appreciate it, but she had made it.

“I did it!” She said relieved then fainted immediately after.

Cor’s relief at having her far from the ship was soon replaced by severity of the situation when Glauca jumped down again from the shuttle.

If he hadn’t been able to defeat him when his ribs weren’t shattered, what chances did he have now with an unconscious Princess to look after?

He put her down gently and took what would probably be his last stance, it seems they finally could take away his Immortal nickname Cor thought in some amusement. Now he only needed to buy enough time for reinforcements to arrive, as he was sure he wasn’t the only one that had seen the light show put up by Crow.

Glauca charged at him and just then another light from a warping Glaive appeared and Nyx was there again. Cor blew out a mix of laughter and a sigh.

“The Hero of the Kingsglaives indeed.” He muttered.

They didn’t have to fight long before he decided to retreat as he had been informed Lucis reinforcements were close by. He had been relieved, not for the first time he was ready to make his last run and again not for the first time had he been saved by his comrades. If he was the Immortal it had more to do with the help from his alleys than anything else, well, and a good deal of luck.

Afterwards they had gone to the safe-house, Crow hadn’t been seriously injured so no lives had been lost, unless of course, the Magiteck were counted. And just at midday of the next day the Princess had woken up. Cor hadn’t know the details of her magic limitations back then, only that it taxed her greatly to use it.

“Up already?” Cor asked dubiously as she was looking sickly pale. Monica was helping her to a chair.

“Some elders of Disera asked to meet me.” She said rubbing her temples.

So headaches and exhaustion was part of the weakness after using just a small amount of magic, Cor noted to himself.

“I trust they aren’t related to the Governors of the Castle of Hart.”

“No, they’re not. They are representatives from Halima, Feral and Caloris. They were meant to be at the talks yesterday and that the supposed unanimous voice of actions were only the Governors from Riflhum was a lie. They were made to believe the talks were today, so they wouldn’t get in the way.” Aelia sighed exasperated. “What a damned mess.” She muttered after a pause.

“You could just make them wait or leave them for the Empress to deal with them.” Cor pointed out.

“Yes, I could. But then the only chance of regaining the independence of Disera would be lost forever. As much as an improvement Aranea Highwind is from Aldercap, she would be stupid to let Disera go if she can help it. They are the highest grain production region that the Empire acquired in the past.” Aelia said and took thankfully a cup of tea from Monica.

“Won’t you try to eat something now?” Monica asked a little worried.

“No, I don’t want to take the chance to throw it up later.” The Princess grimaced.

“Still, it’s won’t hurt them to stay part of the New Empire.” Cor continued their talk as if it hadn’t paused.

“I know you know better the mettle of their new Empress and that she would treat Disera fairly. But the talks and agreements were almost settled and you saw how the people where hopeful about it.”

Yes, Cor remembered she had asked to sneak around the city for a little while before the talk. He had let her, as she had disguised easily as a citizen of Riflhum and he had heard the sincerity in people’s words and hopes.

“We can’t let the innocent suffer from the mistakes of a few.” She said looking out the window into the clear midday light.

It had been then that he had stopped to think of her as a child, he knew she was just one more of the ones that left the carelessness and childish mind-set of the world behind. Even if she still had many things to learn, she wasn’t searching for her own pleasures and entertainment, she was searching to help people. In some ways, even he had more freedom when he had been her age, he had travelled around with his friends, his brothers and joking from time to time when they weren’t fighting. Cor knew she had passed from trying to fill her mother’s place for Noctis to dive completely into the disgusting and annoying world of politics to help her father. The most fun she seemed to have had been at the times in their trips when she sneaked out in disguise and just walked around, eating and buying trinkets for her father and brother. But nowadays she couldn’t even do that, the scar on her face too easy to recognize and hard to hide…

Cor clenched the Bahamut medallion. If only she had hurdled towards him rather than to a damned exploding ship like she did when Glauca was about to take her away… He sighed, it didn’t help him get his bad mood under control if he thought of that. So he didn’t and put again the charm into the inner-pocket of his jacket.

“Why did you throw the dagger at me?” Cor asked now that they were safely on the ship back to Lucis.

They were at the deck watching the setting sun, Nyx and Crow were again playing cards with other Glaives on their back, their bickering mixing with the sound of the waves against the hull.

Aelia lifted her head from the book she had been reading. “Oh.” She frowned. “I’m not sure.”

Cor stared blankly at her and she laughed.

“I think it’s because I wasn’t thinking clearly and suddenly remembered what Nyx told me about warping effectively. You have to make your mind jump before your body, so your body can follow were your mind goes, so the easiest way to do that is to want to reach the place you throw your weapon at as soon as possible. So knowing you would be at the end of the trip helped me focus way better that a random place of dirt.”

“I’m honored to be preferred over random dirt.” He couldn’t help but smile faintly at her explanation. She trusted him to protect her in any situation, didn’t she? It was a little naïve of her, he was just human after all.

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#ffxv fanfic #ff15 #final fantasy xv #final fantasy 15 #cor leonis #ofc #cor leonis x ofc #kingsglaive #nyx ulric #crow altius

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breezeinmonochromenight · 3 years

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Thoughts on CorNyx?

Absolutely adore them. Probably my next favorite ship after Gladnis. Literally the only* thing I hate is that it’s a rare pair and they don’t get screen time together.

I love the dynamic of Cor being the mature one and Nyx being the young buck but they’re still both old enough to have been around the block and aren’t going to put up with a whole lot of shit from the other. Also really like the Kingsglaive vs. Crownsguard angle that can be played up, as well as Nyx being the outsider (in general) as opposed to Cor — who might not be royalty, but exists within that kind of inner circle of royalty/nobility. Also also always fun if Cor gets a culture shock/sees Nyx’s shitty apartment/etc.

Also bonus points if Regis and Clarus meddle in some way, shape, or form. Especially if it’s Regis’ (good-natured) meddling while Clarus is just concerned about all parties involved.

#*also hate nyx got done so dirty in Kingsglaive lol #there is also that #cornyx #cor leonis x nyx ulric #cor x nyx #cor leonis #nyx ulric #stand by xv #ffxv

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murderous-coffeebean · 4 years

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Shelter from the Storm

A sketch to accompany my CorNyx fic of the same name (AO3 / tumblr).

After Niflheim attacked Galahd, only one Galahdian stays behind in the worsening storm, unshakably sure that his people will return eventually. He makes a deal with a god... and waits. People come into his life as the years go by, but only one of them becomes a constant.

Nyx & Cor © Square Enix art © Murderous-Coffeebean

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patsdrabbles · 4 years

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Shelter from the Storm

Title: Shelter from the Storm Fandom: FFXV Pairing: Cor Leonis/Nyx Ulric Rating: Teen and Up Word Count: 5934 Summary: After Niflheim attacked Galahd, only one Galahdian stays behind in the worsening storm, unshakably sure that his people will return eventually. He makes a deal with a god… and waits. People come into his life as the years go by, but only one of them becomes a constant. A Nyx stays in Galahd AU. A/N: Inspired by the title of Bob Dylan’s song “Shelter from the Storm” and line “But nothing really matters much, it’s doom alone that counts”. (For reference, Nyx is around 18 and Cor is around 23 the time they first meet.) Please enjoy ❤

AO3 & a sketch I made for this fic

“Nyx, there’s no time to stay any longer, there’s nothing left to stay behind for!”

Those were the last words from Libertus that Nyx remembers hearing before he stopped in his tracks and let his friend continue without him. Libertus had yelled, but his father had just dragged him along.

When he closes his eyes these days, years later, Nyx can still hear Crowe’s angry and desperate voice.

“Nyx!”

The storm had picked up as more dropships landed and houses were ground to the ground.

He had stayed behind, just a child in the middle of the devastation the Nifs had left behind. The ground was burning and when the fires were eventually extinguished by the rain and storm that never once stopped here in Galahd, the daemons had started to appear from the dust and ashes.

He had started to yell in desperation and anger himself then.

He shouted at Ramuh so long until the Astral had at last deemed to appear.

He hadn’t really been willing to listen to Nyx and had disappeared again mere moments later, but if Nyx was known for something, it was his persistence. He didn’t like giving up easily. Even less so if the matter was something he cared about deeply.

And Galahd was, at the moment, everything he had left.

Eventually, Ramuh began to listen to the kid in torn clothes covered in ash and blood that kept yelling at him. A kid who had lost everything and had decided to stay despite it all. Even though he could have followed his friends and people to safety.

They made a deal.

At least one person will have to decide to come back and stay here, genuinely wanting to, and make it through the next day.

Nyx thought that this shouldn’t be too hard to achieve. Someone of their people at least had to decide to come back and try to salvage what was left, even if nothing really was left. But it had never been possessions that had made up Galahd after all. It had always been the storm and its people.

If not, the only other chance for you and my land is if a single person is willing to return twenty times. If they do, that too will be enough for me to lift the worst of the storm and see to Galahd’s liberation myself.

It was a good deal, a fair deal, Nyx reasoned. He was certain of his people’s loyalty to their home and even if that hadn’t been enough to convince him to agree, it wasn’t like he had much else to lose anymore.

There is a hut, facing the rage of the storm even though it shouldn’t be able to, even though it should not have been there in the first place after the Nifs’s thorough devastation.

There is a hut in Galahd and none of the people who have seen it and were taken in by a kind yet weary-eyed young stranger are later able to pinpoint where it was located on a map. They wouldn’t even be able to if the storm weren’t as strong as it is these days.

There is a hut in Galahd and it appears to all those who need shelter, because they were willing to come in the first place.

Nyx isn’t allowed to tell anyone why he wants them to stay. Quite frankly, during the first couple of visits, his firm belief in his land and people has him absolutely sure one of them is bound to stay eventually.

He actively tries to convince them to stay, a few years in, but after a night of nightmares that every single one of them seems to experience, they all leave again.

All seven of them never returned.

The hut has become something of a myth by the time the third of them returned to Lucis soon after.

There is a tall man outside the hut. He is breathing heavily and is dripping wet, barely able to lift one foot in front of the other anymore. The storm is raging outside, but Nyx has noticed that he always hears when something or someone passes his home. Always has, over the past ten or so years since he built his hut from scratch with what he had been able to salvage over the course of weeks.

The man can’t be Galahdian, Nyx reasons. The storm seems to threaten to pull him under.

The others who had come had done so in the hope of finding something, anything, that’d make them willing to stay but hadn’t found it.

This one? Nyx doesn’t know what brings him here, but he has a duty, so he gets up from the rumpled blanket on the floor and goes to open the door to the stranger.

“Come in,” he says, trying for an inviting voice even though he has to shout to be heard over the storm. “I’ll give you shelter from the storm.”

The man practically falls through the door and collapses.

When the man is conscious again, Nyx urges him to strip off his soaking wet clothes and take one of Nyx’s self-made blankets to cover and warm himself.

By the time Nyx presses the second mug of hot tea into the stranger’s hand, the other man finally really meets his eyes.

“Huh.”

He doesn’t say anything for a long time, so Nyx decides he won’t ask, even though he’s itching to know what brought him here. He watches the man quietly stare into his mug of tea for quite some time. Nyx catches him staring at him a few times as well.

At some point during the night, the man speaks up at last. Nyx and him had both moved on to a glass of something strong and bitter that Nyx had been given by the last visitor before she had left.

The man doesn’t say much, but it’s enough for Nyx to understand.

He learns that the man lost his sister.

She was important to him but apparently important to many others as well and thus he was supposed to hold a speech about her or something.

So he ran away, before someone – it sounds like the man’s friends – would have been able to stop him.

Nyx puts a hand on his shoulder and the man starts to crumble beneath his touch.

When he stops crying, neither of them says a word, but Nyx pours them another drink.

He hasn’t cried about Selena and his mother in a long time now, but now he suddenly can see their faces more clearly again when he blinks and he feels the old wound inside him reopen.

The man leaves in the morning, another drink and not many words later.

The man returns around the same time the following year.

Nyx doesn’t have a calendar and his feeling of time is shit and Galahd always looks the same, rainy and dressed in an impenetrable storm, but he has a feeling that a year has passed since the man last visited. No one else has come here ever since. Still, he didn’t give up hope.

“I am hallucinating, am I not?” Cor – he has learned the man’s name is Cor – mumbles into his drink. He brought it himself, a whole bottle for him and Nyx to share.

Nyx pulls out one of his knives and teasingly presses the blunt edge to Cor’s tight.

“Nope, don’t think you are.”

He stashes the knife away again, always close to his body because that’s just what the place he lives in demands if he wants to live another day, and smirks.

“I’m very real.” He sees Cor’s raised eyebrow. “And very alive.”

He isn’t willing to cut into his finger to prove that he bleeds blood the same as he suspects Cor does unless it’s really necessary, but –

Cor’s shoulders drop.

“It’s alright, I believe you.”

“Huh.”

“Yeah.” Cor shakes his head. “You’re too much –“ Cor gestures vaguely before settling on a shrug. “– for my mind to have made you up.”

“Too much of a what?” Nyx smirks and leans in. He can feel the hot air of Cor’s exhausted huff on his face. Huh.

Cor chooses to ignore his question and they spend most of the night drinking in silence.

Nyx doesn’t wake up in time to see him leave, but when he does, there are two additional blankets wrapped securely around him.

“I never asked why you are staying here, when really any other place would be a… nicer place to stay at.”

Nyx shrugs and doesn’t explain. He can’t tell half of it and the other half he could, he isn’t sure Cor would understand.

“Alright.”

It’s the fourth year since he first met Cor.

“You know, I’ve been thinking you should perhaps start attending this commemoration event for your sister after all. Maybe it’d help.”

Cor leaves in the middle of the night already this time and Nyx isn’t sure he’ll see him again.

He arrives later in the year than usual the next time.

“I stayed, this time.”

“Did it help any?”

A sharp nod even though his eyes won’t meet Nyx’s. Then a bottle is handed to him.

Cor falls asleep leaning against his shoulder soon after. It doesn’t seem like he has nightmares, despite it all.

The next time, Cor arrives looking grim. He was doing better the last times he visited, but this time, his eyes look especially weary and his mouth is a thin line.

He breaks down moments after Nyx wraps the blanket that has pretty much become Cor’s by now around his shoulders.

He swears and shouts and tells Nyx about a prophecy he despises before he allows Nyx to pull him into a tight embrace on the floor.

Nyx holds on tight and doesn’t let go. He notices he wakes up in the morning that neither did Cor.

The seventh year, Cor doesn’t open the bottle he brought that has become kind of traditional early on.

He sits down at the table Nyx has been ornamenting with traditional Galahdian designs over the past two years and looks at him in silence for a long time. Nyx can’t stand the intensity of it and looks away before too long.

Cor sighs.

“You didn’t ask for it, but I guess I’ll tell you the whole story tonight.”

And so, Nyx learns about Aulea Lucis Caelum, née Leonis, a queen and mother to a young prince with terrible destiny. He learns about all of that and slowly, by that, about the place Cor has in his own small world. He has never heard Cor talk so much before, so he doesn’t interrupt to ask questions.

He learns implicitly that night that Cor trusts him more than anyone else or, at least, tells him more and shows him more of himself than even his closest friends.

He tells himself that it’s nothing. That he’s just like the diary Selena used to keep for things she wanted to put somewhere safe and didn’t want anyone else to know. She explained it to him once and he thinks that maybe he is Cor’s safe place for confessions.

He prepares himself mentally before Cor arrives the next time.

Cor can apparently tell that he wants to talk and so he lets him.

He talks about Selena and his mum and the day the Nifs destroyed everything they had.

He is a wreck of ugly sobs in the end and can feel hot tears running down his face and the wound is open again, as open and painful as it was back then.

He holds onto Cor as he tries to find himself again in the storm of his feelings.

Maybe the wound will heal properly this time.

Cor hugs him before he leaves the next morning.

“I think I am starting to understand,” he says quietly and Nyx wonders if maybe, to a surprising degree, he actually already does.

The ninth year, he realizes that there is a chance, so he prepares himself to ask, no matter whether it’ll turn out to be a hopeless case.

Cor and him are having yet another mug of tea and the night is drawing to a close when he finally dares to speak up, though.

“So, please excuse me for asking so bluntly, but you’re pretty high up in the Lucian hierarchy, right?”

Cor only arches an eyebrow at him, in a way that Nyx has learned means that he is willing to listen.

“I need a favor. Could you please see if you can find two people for me and tell them I’m still here?” Tell them to come back, he doesn’t say, but he can see in Cor’s expression that he understands.

When Cor stands up to leave a while later, Nyx hesitates a moment at the door before he pulls Cor into a tight hug.

He feels hands wrap tightly around him in return and it’s… nice. He hasn’t felt this kind of safe in a long time.

When Cor comes back the next year, it’s with an expression that has Nyx slightly on edge when he opens the door to him. He looks like someone who has to deliver the news that someone’s dog died and Nyx waits impatiently for Cor to shrug out of his clammy clothes and shrug over the clothes and blanket Nyx prepared for him as usual.

Only when they both have tea with a shot of whatever Cor brought this time, he tells Nyx.

“They told me that I must have seen a ghost.”

Nyx lets himself slump forward, resting his head on the table, hidden behind his arms.

“These darn, stubborn idiots.” His voice is muffled against the table but the anguish in it is audible. When he sits back again, he lets out a sad, bitter laugh. “I’d have reacted the same if either of them had pulled a stupid stunt like that and had stayed behind in all the destruction. Of course they think I’m dead.”

He sighs, then shakes his head.

“I just hope I’ll see them again someday.”

It’s quiet, but he doesn’t mind Cor hearing. It’s not like he hasn’t already figured that Nyx misses his friends.

He closes his eyes and doesn’t open them immediately when he feels a hand on his shoulder, lighter than he would have anticipated.

“Nyx.”

It’s the first time he’s heard Cor use his name. He cracks open an eyelid to look at him, a light, pained smile on his lips.

“Yeah?”

“I haven’t told you all yet.” Cor takes a breath and looks away when Nyx’s gaze bores too intensively into his own. “I found them fairly easily because they chose an, ah… profession similar to mine. They’re serving as part of the King’s Kingsglaive now, fighting against the Nifs. They’ve both made names for themselves as some of the best they’ve got.”

Nyx sighs fondly and nods, his eyelid sliding close again.

“Of course they did.”

“I could… tell you about Insomnia’s Little Galahd, if… you want.” If it’s not too painful, is what Nyx hears.

He nods.

He can hear Cor taking some steps away again and the other chair being lifted up and put down next to his.

“You need a couch,” Cor grouses in a joking tone before settling down next to him.

Nyx doesn’t notice when he falls asleep, but when he wakes up again, Cor and him are both on the floor, leaning against the wall, covered by blankets, and Cor has an arm around him.

There’s something in the pit of his stomach that wants Nyx to pay more attention to it, but he doesn’t dare to.

His thoughts begin to drift.

He is already grateful for Cor’s annual visits and it’s not even due to the deal he has with Ramuh. He is simply glad to have someone who is so easy to talk to come by every once in a while. He missed that.

He knows very well that Cor is someone who could easily (or, well, not so easily, but more likely than regular people) wind up dead any day and he. He likes Cor for whom he is.

He closes his eyes in annoyance.

Yes, it would be nice if Cor’s returning to Galahd would change anything, but even so.

He just wants him to come back every year and not stop.

Even when Ramuh’s and his deal will eventually be fulfilled. Even thereafter.

And that realization makes Nyx kind of want to slap himself.

He thinks he might have a name for this thing he is starting to feel.

“Fuck.”

(Of course, that’s the moment Cor decides to wake up with a confused, sleepy “Huh?”. Nyx looks at the sleep-clouded blue eyes and knows with a startling certainty that he is starting to fall for Cor. He hides his silent scream behind his blanket.)

The eleventh time Cor visits, he reeks of death that even the everlasting rain couldn’t wash off him.

He tells Nyx about the family of coeurls he met when he passed through Leide. A mother and her two young.

Nyx feels compelled to yell at him, but Cor holds up his hand, knowing more about Galahd these years, and doesn’t stop his explanation.

The blood no longer visible on Cor’s clothes belongs to two behemoths that had attacked the coeurls, seeing how the mother animal was injured and slow.

Cor tells him he’d have brought some of the behemoths’ remains to last Nyx for a while but that the rain was too heavy and he had to give up most of it except for a little. He hands what is left wrapped in a piece of cloth to Nyx.

“Sorry I couldn’t bring you more. It’s gotta be shit to hunt in the rain out here. …I feel kinda stupid I never thought about that before.”

Nyx nods, feeling the increasingly familiar warmth inside him resurface, and yet, he can’t help but also feel like laughing a little.

Of course the heavy rain was enough to stop any Lucian – even Cor, whom he knew to be a pretty resilient guy.

The storm has never stopped Nyx before, though. He needs to hunt to survive, yes. But he is also Galahdian. The storm is his home.

He makes them food and realizes he hasn’t had much to eat around to offer to Cor before. They had mostly drunk tea or something alcoholic, or both. He guesses he’ll have to change that in the future.

He drops the wooden cooking spoon he is holding when Cor leans over his shoulder to see how the cooking is coming along. Cor has the decency to snicker and Nyx really, really would like to have his blanket to scream into right now.

He hugs Cor goodbye automatically this time and shivers when Cor’s lips brush against his ear as he tells him goodbye until the next year. He feels the ghost of that and the touch of Cor’s hand on his shoulder after that for weeks.

The twelfth time Cor visits, Nyx is almost sure he’ll manage to tell Cor… at least something. He hasn’t been sleeping well recently, the storms are slightly stronger than usual these weeks, and often when he lies awake late at night, he starts seeing Cor in front of his inner eye and that really doesn’t help with falling asleep again either.

But Cor is surprisingly distant this time around, at least for the first few hours. Eventually, Nyx sighs and puts his hands on Cor’s shoulders, attempting a makeshift massage.

“What’s got you in such a mood?”

He doesn’t expect an answer so soon, but then again, Cor is an awfully honest person and has, with only a few exceptions, when he needed more time to mull a question over, almost always answered him directly.

“Regis found a way to perhaps stop the prophecy from coming to happen as it’s intended to.”

Nyx’s hands still.

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

Nyx realizes with a start that Cor is leaning back into his touch, as if silently asking him to continue his massage. So Nyx does.

“Is it safe?”

Cor laughs.

“Nothing about this whole family is safe – but then, when has it ever been?”

He makes a sound that has Nyx shiver right down to his boots and places his hand on Nyx’s right hand.

“Right here. Could you please do that again?”

And Nyx might be a masochist, because he caves and keeps working the knots in Cor’s shoulders loose and tries not to cramp his hands down when Cor keeps making all sorts of quiet noises.

By the time of Cor’s thirteenth visit, Nyx is angry. He hasn’t been sleeping well in months, the storm having remained worse than it was before last year, and he keeps waking up with Cor being the first thing on his mind. So yes, he is angry.

Cor looks at him in confusion but follows behind without asking when Nyx all but drags him inside.

He doesn’t even get the chance to change his clothes before Nyx begins, sounding oddly frustrated.

“Fuck you! Just – why – argh.”

What.

Nyx turns away from him and pulls on his hair in frustration, grumbling below his breath, before turning back sharply and accusingly pointing a finger at Cor’s chest.

“You’re the reason I’m always sleep-deprived these weeks! And I’m done not saying anything, because I only see you once every year and it fucking sucks.”

Oh.

Cor can’t stop the laugh from falling from his lips.

“I almost thought you weren’t interested after all, after last time.”

Nyx keeps pointing, his finger waving lightly in the air as he gapes at him.

“You…? Oh, fuck you, Cor, you put me through this intentionally?”

“It’s called flirting, if I’m correct. Not that I seem to be very good at it, but that was the intention.”

Nyx swears up and down more curses than Cor thinks even he has ever heard, but he delightfully shuts up when Cor steps closer and kisses him.

Only when their kisses are becoming handsier, Nyx pulls away all of a sudden.

“Oh, fuck, you’re still wearing your wet clothes. You’ll get sick if you keep them on much longer.”

Cor considers this, agrees and looks at Nyx with his eyes a shade darker than before and a tiny smirk on his lips.

“Mind helping me get out of ‘em?”

He hasn’t seen Nyx blush before, furious red creeping up his cheeks, and he vows to himself that this won’t be the last time.

Nyx just splutters in betrayal but starts freeing him from his wet clothes just the same.

The fourteenth and fifteenth year are similar in the respect that they find themselves making out like teenagers all through the night until Cor has to leave again and Nyx has hickeys to prove to the darkness outside that he isn’t alone anymore. He leaves Cor with some of his own, especially when Cor present him with the Galahdian talisman for good luck and safety that he got for him in Little Galahd.

Cor has told him that he hasn’t had much of a relationship before either, unless you count a handful of stolen kisses in free minutes he barely ever had in the years before he met Nyx, and Nyx feels relieved none of them is at a disadvantage here.

Even when Cor huffs out a labored “’not playing fair, huh?” when Nyx grinds down against him on top of their pile of blankets, hands all over Cor’s body and not in the least feeling apologetic.

He starts to apologize when Cor starts kissing down his throat, though, and Cor eventually laughs, a full-body laugh, against his skin. Nyx shivers but can’t suppress the laugh at the back at his throat for long.

“Alright, you name the place and time if you wanna take this elsewhere,” Cor says, more quietly, and Nyx names his date.

The next time Cor arrives, he arrives earlier in the day. It’s always dark in Galahd these days, of course, but Nyx only had lunch a few hours ago, and he appreciates it when Cor can stay a few hours longer than usual.

Cor takes his time undressing and drying himself off, this time. Then, he stands there wrapped in only his usual blanket and gives Nyx a look that has a shiver run down his spine.

“Today still stands or would you prefer –”

“Yes!” Nyx blurts out. “I mean – ah, fuck.”

Cor is still laughing when Nyx is coming closer, unsuccessfully trying to get off his boots and repeating “Yes, of course I still want this, fuck, why doesn’t this come off?” over and over again.

Once they’re face to face, Cor drops to his knees as gracefully as he can and looks up at Nyx.

“Let me help you?”

Nyx’s helpless, furious blush and nod is all the agreement he needs to start pulling on the damn shoe.

When this endeavor ends with both of them tumbling to the floor in a tangled mess of limbs, blanket and boots, Cor just snorts when Nyx buries his laughing face in his chest.

They’ll be fine.

The seventeenth year, Cor comes to the hut looking as close to triumphant as Nyx has ever seen him.

“Regis and the Queen of Tenebrae did… well, they did some magic shit, I guess, and the Astrals themselves apologized to them. The – the scourge isn’t gone, obviously, but they said they’d remove the threat to the prince’s life and –”

“Take a deep breath,” Nyx instructs, when Cor begins stumbling over his words.

Their gazes lock and Cor takes the advised deep breath and another.

“Noctis is safe. He won’t die for their fucked up games, after all. I –”

Cor takes another deep breath, then smiles at him wider than Nyx has ever seen him smile before.

“There’s a chance things will end up fine after all. I just wish I could tell Aulea. She always told me things would be alright in the end.”

He shakes his head and Nyx sees tears of relief and happiness starting to form in Cor’s eyes.

“Tea?” He asks and Cor nods and follows him inside.

It’s been eighteen years. Nobody else is visiting these years, has since Cor first started coming, and Nyx is casually leaning on the window ledge waiting for Cor to arrive. He grins when he sees the familiar silhouette approach in the rain, puts the kettle on the stove and opens the door with a smile.

“Hey there.” He leans in and pulls Cor into an embrace and down into a kiss, both of which Cor returns immediately.

“Good day?” Cor asks with a smirk dancing over his lips.

“It’s always a good day when you’re stopping by.”

“Can you attest that to me somehow?”

Nyx snorts and it’s one of Cor’s snorts, he realizes with a start. How about that?

“I think I love you.”

It was meant to be a silent thought, but Nyx finds it feels right once his mind stops racing.

Cor is looking at him and he seems so much closer all of a sudden, his eyes widened.

“I –”

“You don’t have to say it back if this is too fast for you,” Nyx rushes to say, but Cor only shakes his head.

“No, I actually – I actually think I love you as well.”

Nyx’s heart stutters and he can’t look away from Cor as he takes in his words.

Now, how about that?

“Tea?” Cor asks when he has apparently been silent for too long, just gazing at Cor with so many damn feelings.

He nods before the words and the whine of the kettle in the kitchen register. Ten seconds later, when Cor has turned off the stove and is turning to pick up some mugs, Nyx catches his wrist and stops him.

“Got the order wrong, sorry. You first, and then some tea and cuddles?”

Cor snorts and then smiles at him.

“Sure, hon.”

Nyx splutters and blushes before he hides in Cor’s chest and it’s Cor’s favorite look.

The nineteenth year, Cor is later than usual. Nyx knows him and his fighting skills well enough to trust him to be okay, so he tries not to worry.

He opens the door quickly when he sees him approach.

“You are late this –”

He interrupts himself, noticing the tight set of Cor’s shoulders, and steps aside after a moment of shock to let the man inside.

There are dried blood stains on Cor’s clothes and it seems like the blood isn’t only his own.

“What happened?”

Cor is quiet for a long moment and Nyx steps closer to put his arms around him. Eventually, he feels Cor’s shaky exhale against his face and the warmth of Cor’s forehead against his own.

“Insomnia fell.”

He has already taken care of seeing his nephew – the prince, the only heir to the Lucian throne – off safely on his journey to collect his arms. There isn’t much more he can do to help Noctis and it’s driving him crazy, Nyx can tell.

Cor is angry at himself, angry at Regis.

“I could have been there.”

“You would be dead now if you had been.”

“Regis once said that I attract danger wherever I go. And yet that idiot-“

“Is that true?” Nyx interrupts him.

“What? The danger?” Cor falls silent, mulls it over for a second. “I suppose so, even though I’d never tell Reggie- Fuck.”

Nyx can see the tears in the corners of Cor’s eyes. As he caresses Cor’s back as calmly as he can manage, a plan starts to form in his mind.

“If I told you to attract as many dropships and MT force here, to Galahd, as you can, would you do it?”

Cor looks at him like he lost his mind for a moment, and maybe he has, but if Nyx knows something, then it’s that Ramuh hates the Nifs for what they’ve done just as much as every Galahdian and Lucian does. When he doesn’t say anything further, Cor seems to consider his question.

“I would certainly try, if I knew no harm would come to you.”

Nyx laughs and it comes from deep in his belly.

“Oh, don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine. It’s the Nifs that won’t be.”

He doesn’t look away when Cor gives him an – understandably, he supposes – worried gaze. But Nyx is Galahdian and it’s not him who will encounter the Nifs. He’ll stay in the back, safe in the storm and out of harm’s way, and watch them fall. He is Galahdian – he doesn’t have to fear the storm.

“Promise me you won’t turn around and won’t come back until it’s over. Can you do that for me?”

“I don’t understand why you’d want that,” Cor admits. “I’d rather be by your side through this. But you have my word.”

“Thank you.”

Nyx pushes himself up and pulls Cor into a deep kiss that once again ends up with them both in a tangled mess on the ground between his and Cor’s blankets. He feels the strong urge to crawl into Cor’s skin, not ever let him go, but he needs to for the plan to work.

He just hopes that Cor will return, after it is over, and maybe, maybe stay even when the storm abates.

Cor leaves the next morning, wearing a talisman Nyx hastily made for him, nervous despite his faith in his plan and wanting Cor to be safe, the first and only thing he ever wanted in so many years, really.

Cor leaves and doesn’t turn around, and the storm picks up after him.

It takes several weeks until the first signs of MTs and other Nif military arrive, but the storm is ready.

He can hear some of them over their radios, volume turned up loud enough for them to be able to communicate over the noise of the storm.

“The prince is said to be hiding here somewhere. All trails led to this… place.”

It’s said with disgust and the storm seems to retaliate by becoming even worse.

Two weeks later, it’s only the storm that is howling still. A huge part – at least it looks like it has to be a huge part to Nyx – of the Nif army is destroyed, deformed wrecks on the ashes of the ground they wreaked havoc on over two decades ago. A bitter feeling of irony and satisfaction forms in Nyx’s mouth at the sight and he turns around to return to his hut.

Cor returns a month later, as if he was trying to make sure it was really over before he did, and as he walks, the rain around him seems to let up.

He doesn’t get around to asking Nyx about the rain or the victory, though. Because the moment the hut appears in front of him, Nyx comes running through the door and the rain and pulls him into a kiss that is both a promise and a confession.

Nyx drags him inside and out of his clothes and instead of a blanket wraps himself around him. He pulls him on top of their blankets and whispers against every part of his skin as his hands won’t stop running over Cor’s wet skin.

Cor can make out “I love you’s” and “Please don’t leave again” and realizes Nyx wouldn’t hear him were he to reply to him right now.

So he settles on pulling Nyx closer and kissing him – his hair, his face, his lips – until Nyx is willing to let Cor peel him out of his wet clothes as well.

“I love you too. And I’ll stay, if you’ll have me.”

It’s quiet, but it’s enough to make Nyx’s eyes look up sharply and there’s so much relief in them.

“…even though I attract danger.” Cor smirks, the corner of his lip lightly pulled up, and Nyx lets out a teary laugh.

“I really don’t care, as you should know by now.”

So maybe there are still dangers out there that Cor might attract, that might hurt him on some days. Hell, even Nyx has to admit he is guilty of attracting more danger than any other person he has ever known, Cor aside.

But he thinks they’ll be just fine as a lighter rain covers Galahd’s ground outside and Cor wraps his arms around him in a way that makes him feel safe and at home.

Cor is standing right by his side when the first group of his people arrives and asks if there is anything they can help with to make the place habitable again, and he smiles when Nyx nods enthusiastically and shows them how to get started.

The storms aren’t as harsh as they used to be for almost three decades anymore these days. They’re much more like they always used to be in Galahd, the same after the war as they used to be before it.

Before long, two figures approach over a hilltop and stop in their tracks for only a moment before breaking into a run. Cor gives him a gentle push against his back and then Nyx is running as well.

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celesticidal · 5 years

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For that drabble prompt list - #4 cornyx? (since you've singlehandedly converted me into a cornyx shipper!)

Thank you so much for your patience! I had a lot of fun with this prompt, and I am heckin delighted to be the one to drag you into this beautiful mess. Have some soft soft cornyx, conveniently dropped on free day of @corleonisweek! like a little tree reachesrating: twords: ~1500read it on ao3

“You’re in pain.” Six months into this — this thing they’ve become, six months of lingering looks in the Citadel’s halls that Cor chooses to recognize, six months of stumbling over the surge of gratitude that comes when their schedules align and they can steal a few hours for themselves to be spent in little corner cafes and the grungy comfort of Nyx’s cramped, crumbling apartment. Six months in, and Cor is finally allowing himself to read Nyx’s body without instinctively attempting to smother the urge on principle.

Nyx pauses on his way back from the kitchenette, beer bottle dangling carelessly from his fingertips, a rueful edge to the smile he turns on Cor. It still manages to light up his face in ways Cor can hardly fathom. “Training day — the captain wanted a piece of me.”

“Looks like he got one,” Cor says.

“Just a little one.” Nyx leans into a stretch, and Cor’s attention follows the long curve of his spine, keen to suss out any sign of potential injury. From his vantage, it seems that Nyx is favoring his right side, the motion of his shoulder unnaturally stiff. A moment later, Cor realizes that he’s irritated by the idea of it — on Nyx’s behalf, of course.

(There are many such things he’s coming to learn about himself, that surprise him as often as they don’t. As foolish as it is to feel protective of a soldier — well. Here he is, displeased with his own animal brain for the increasingly unpleasant thoughts he’s broadcasting in Titus Drautos’ direction.)

“Bruises?” He keeps his voice neutral, at least. It’s not that he’s concerned. He’s just. Displeased.

The look Nyx gives him shifts in tone, just enough of a warning for Cor to brace himself for some irreverent gesture — a joke, maybe. Instead, Nyx sets the bottle aside and then tugs his shirt up and over his head, laying it over the back of a chair before he turns to offer Cor his back. He grins as he glances over his shoulder. “Dunno — you tell me.”

Cor snorts, amused and terribly, terribly fond; hard to blame Nyx for the not-quite traps Cor walks into, wide-eyed. And anyway, it costs him nothing to go along with it, and it’s not as if he doesn’t appreciate the sight of Nyx’s body, half-bared and presented for his inspection. He takes his time, rising from his seat and crossing the nominal distance between them, letting his attention linger on the shadows nestled at the small of Nyx’s back, the thin, simple lines of the tattoos roughly bisecting the broadest part of his shoulders.

Nyx shivers at the first brush of fingers against his skin, eyes downcast and half-hidden by the long sweep of his eyelashes — almost demure, save for the fact that Cor knows better by now. A bead of water escapes the fall of damp hair clinging to the back of Nyx’s neck, and Cor halts its descent with the tip of his finger.

It feels very quiet in here, a silence broken only by the whir of the old air conditioner unit and the sound of their breaths, close but not mingling. Not yet.

Cor’s touch strays upwards and sideways, until his palm rests over the sharp wing of a shoulder blade. “Here?”

Nyx’s answering hum is answer enough, despite the way he leans into Cor’s hand, affectionate as any housecat and seemingly just as content with the attention. And a thought strikes Cor then — a strange desire. One that, upon reflection, doesn’t seem quite out of place. “Do you —”

He hesitates, feeling the words collide with one other and stick in the back of his throat.

“Hm?”

A steadying breath, as Cor attempts to crush down his own sudden uncertainty. “I just thought. I might —” and Cor nearly barks a laugh at his own absurdity. “I could give you a massage.”

It’s incredible, really, the way his own mind can betray him at the oddest moments. By now, Cor is no stranger to Nyx’s body; he’s taken great care in learning its secrets, the scent and taste and texture of his skin — and yet it’s this of all things that feels almost unbearably intimate. “…if you’d like, that is.” Cor murmurs, almost apologetic.

Judging by the way Nyx smiles, Cor thinks he would, and finds himself relieved by the prospect.

“Really?”

Cor shrugs. “I thought it might help.”

“Yeah. Yeah — of course, yeah.” Nyx turns to face Cor, catching his hands as he attempts to withdraw, grinning openly as he draws one of them up to lay a kiss against the inside of Cor’s wrist. “Like I’m gonna say no to anything that involves your hands on me. Just didn’t think you were the type.”

“I’m … not, really,” Cor says because it’s true, and lets himself be distracted for a moment by the precise tilt of Nyx’s lips, the way the corners of his eyes crinkle when Cor’s hand turns to mold itself along the prickly line of Nyx’s jaw. “I don’t claim to know what I’m doing.” In any of this, he doesn’t say. Better to be honest than inadequate. It’s been a long time since he’s had need for the thought at all.

It doesn’t matter, though. And really, Cor had suspected as much, but the little thrill of satisfaction that comes from being right strikes him all the same, up until the moment Nyx leans in to kiss him and in doing so threatens to derail the entire plan. (He’s very good at that — effortlessly persuasive, a fact that’s contributed to a shocking number of instances where Cor’s well-intended meal preparations have been thrown out the proverbial window in favor of hurried showers and colt-legged jaunts to nearby noodle joints, leaving Cor to nurse lingering aches of a different kind entirely.)

But not this time. Cor supposes it’s rare enough that he’s the one initiating contact, intriguing enough that Nyx doesn’t fuss when he’s gently directed into place, straddling the shabby wooden chair in front of his desk, his head tucked into the crook of his arm as Cor takes his time pushing his hair aside to rest his hands on the broad, sturdy slope of his shoulders. In moments like this, it’s almost easy to understand what drives Nyx’s habit of thoughtless little gestures of affection at every given opportunity.

Cor breathes a snort of amusement as he bends down to brush lips against the curve of Nyx’s neck, pleased by the little shiver that follows. “You’ll tell me,” he murmurs, “if I’m making it worse.”

“I’ll tell you what you’re making worse,” Nyx grumbles into his forearm, but Cor can hear the laughter in his voice and assumes that means it’s all right.

“You’ll do more than tell me that much, I’m sure,” Cor says. He’s not sure the groan that rumbles up through Nyx’s chest after is a product of his hands kneading into tight muscle or a a response to his observation; either way, he chooses to take it for encouragement. “Isn’t that right?”

“Sounds like you’ve got me figured out,” Nyx says, flattening himself briefly against the back of the chair before arching up into Cor’s hands — more active a participant than Cor thinks this is supposed to go, but he doesn’t mind the feedback. “What can I say? I’m a simple man.”

“No,” Cor says quickly. Nyx Ulric is many things, but simple does not number among them. Not by a long shot.

“You just like things complicated, Cor,” Nyx says.

It’s satisfying, Cor concludes, to feel the knots of muscle ease beneath the circling of his thumbs — even more so, to hear the purring groan of relief that accompanies their banishment. “If you were simple, you wouldn’t spend so much time surprising me.”

Nyx laughs again, softer this time. “Maybe you’re just easily surprised.”

“I’m certain the Nifs would disagree.”

“Yes, well.” Nyx turns his head briefly, glancing up at Cor from behind the curve of his shoulder before burying his face in his arm again. “That’s war. Love is an entirely different beast, y'know.”

It sounds so simple when Nyx says it, yes, but Cor is surprised all over again by how easily, how unselfconsciously the words come to Nyx — how something soft and warm curls in his own chest in response. No fear of rejection, of coming off too vulnerable, and Cor wonders: is it trust in himself, or trust in Cor? Is it both? Does it even matter?

Love, is it?

Eventually, Cor smiles, reaching up to ruffle Nyx’s hair before he returns his attention to hunting down new knots. How like Nyx, to force him to confront feelings he’d otherwise be content to just skirt around with nothing more than a tossed-off remark. “I suppose you’re right,” he says — and if he’s surprised this time, it’s only by his own certainty.

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noirbriar · 2 years

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FFXV Drabble/ ficlet dump (AU)

Going on a small nostalgic trip back to an old fandom!Going to put some points down in case I ever feel like writing something more for this. FFXV Hardcore Lore folks pls don’t hurt me.This is an AU I repeat an AU fan indulgent drabble.Mostly to satisfy my need for Prompto,Cor being a dad, Nyx content, more Kingsglaives and Galahd things,happy Chocobros, a HE for everyone even Ardyn as we be petty shit against the astrals. Except Drautos. That guy and Verstael can remain in a ditch with Bahamut. (pairing spoilers in tags) Anyways carry on! -Everything mostly canon except for Prompto being adopted by Cor Leonis’ household but carries the name Argentum because Cor wants his boy to live properly without worrying enemies finding his weakness.Especially with how he is always deployed out. -Cor is not religious even to the Astrals.He grew up in the wild borders of Insomnia and learnt to rely himself above all.He doesn’t even give a damn to Gilgamesh when he was a kid. But he will be damned if he says he doesn’t feel...tense as strange power of magic fills the room when his baby cub babbles into thin air at times. -Prompto grows up with Noctis,Ignis and Gladiolus similar to brotherhood. (Iggy always worries that Prompto’s parents aren’t around but Prompto always reassures he sees them often and have mandatory breakfast with them whenever possible.) -Sunshine boy actually knows he’s from Niflheim very early on, and grows up with the immigrant community very well. He knows and was raised to accept himself (”Remember, no matter what,this thing,”Cor points to that code on this wrist,” doesn’t define you Prompto, but whats in you.You are a Lucian and be proud of how special you are, and above all else you are our son.”) He even have braids in his hair by Galahd grandmothers. Niflheim defectors always make sure that the boy who volunteers in their corner of Insomnia (worse than the Little Galahd, and thats saying something) has homemade sweets. Also, Kingsglaive members recognise Prom when he first came to the Citadel as the Prince’s friend and watches over the little happy chocobo chick who grew up around their neighbourhood

-Prompto never liked being near Drautos and never knew why and always made it a point to tell Cor (”He feels just wrong, I don’t know dad.He just feels like...Death.”)

-During the announcement of the ceasefire, Prompto tries to bring cheer to the troubled Galahdians, he can’t shake off the feeling of terribleness in his bones either. He also lets the glaives who help to train him for the Crownsguard exam vent but some like Tredd and Luche don’t seem themselves but he thinks its the tension amongst everyone due to the War. -He sees dark vines around Crowe and fear. He grabs her hand,tells his favourite aunt (”I’m your only aunt you lil chocobo!”) to be careful heading out. He sends her off with a soft galahdian prayer.

-There is nothing but a mess of dark vines in this Citadel.A Garden of Death.And it grows. -Before leaving Altissia, he holds the bead in his braid and tries to look forward to spending time with his best friends instead. His fathers said everything will be alright. -He believes them. -Insomnia falls. -They return to Insomnia at the overlooking cliff and Cor contacts them, tells them nothing but to gather at Hammerhead. -Noctis is about to snap from the wait but as he nearly charges out of the underground bunk, Cor appears with Nyx bleeding out while Libertus and a roughed up Crowe with a missing eye follows behind covering a weakened Regis and Clarus in even worse shape being supported by Pelna and Lunafreya.The old Shield has lost his arm.Cid is loud to hide his worry while he fusses the pack in.

-Noctis runs over to his dad and in worry and relief,and is confused at seeing Luna with them. While Ignis and Gladio focus on Clarus. Prompto is crying as he reunites with Cor and Nyx.He greats them with a touch of their foreheads together. His fathers are safe, his family is safe,his home, them, safe. (”S-silly cub, I’m the Hero, I’m fine,see?Not dead.” That earns Nyx a smack on his mangled arm from his Husband as Prompto makes a dying squeak at that) -When everyone finally settles down.The fact that Cor is married (”ELOPED!” Regis and Clarus corrects) to Nyx (”Technically, we just co-parented thats all and-””Nyx.””I’ll shut up,my heart.”) and Prompto is their adopted son (”A-argentum?!””Its a cover.””That explains the lock on your file and why his majesty did not even bother reading it...interesting””This is why you always seem happy the train with Marshal huh?””What the-I-i’m your best friend Prom!””I don’t want you to think im here out of obligation Noct?I just want to be friends??”) -Crowe by some luck or divine luck manage to get away with a loss of her eye and manages to return to Insomnia after killing Luche, Pelna escorts Luna, Nyx and Clarus throws off Drautos/Glauca enough to escape.However to face down Niff army Regis is in near stasis.Nyx tries to convince the King to bargain with his damn ancestors to awaken the old wall.He will act as vessel instead for Regis and brings down Glauca as well.(This earns him a near stab from Cor who is giving him the silent treatment later for probably only 52 minutes.) -Crowe and Cor manages to find them in the center of madness and leaves the ruined city.Nyx tells them later, the old kings for some reason mangle his arm instead of his life (Cor is this close to committing murder and become a widower) saying something like a divine being already claimed his soul. -With the battered (old) crew unable to move anywhere for now, the Chocobros and Luna leave to gather arms and make the covenants with the astrals. Camping with each other and Luna is fun apart from the occasional wildlife and dropship ruining dinner. And being so close makes them feel safe and warm if anything else. And If passing by Costlemark made Prompto shake and eerily possessed? Probably just haunted. They avoid trying to read into it while Luna senses her magic reacting strangely to Prompto on occasion. -The astrals seem to fear Prompto,almost. Prompto thinks its because he is Niff blood and they are trying to kill the gods so shrug.jpg Ramuh is probably the only one not giving him problems probably because most Galahd folks are under his protection. -Ardyn is a pest and he is very intrigued by Prompto as his daemons within hate this tiny boy.

-In Altissia, Leviathan goes mad as usual especially when Prompto interrupt’s Ardyn’s madness of trying to kill Luna. Later, Noct finds out when he awakes is news that Prompto has been taken by the Empire.

-They receive feed from of Prompto’s torture but Prompto manages to escape and wanders the facility. He contacts his friends and family but not before daemon Ardyn appears at the back and the video gets cut.

-Cor and Nyx go nuts and tears everything apart while Regis,Claus,the remaining Insomnia army and kingsglaive join with Ravus, Arenea and Tenebrae in pushing into the Empire’s territory. -They find Prompto but they also find a dead Empire covered in vines and floating lights of souls. A dead Aldercapt is the least of their worries because Prompto is there,gaunt,wounded and pale but still alive.The Crystal in a menacing light behind while his hand remains on Ardyn’s face, vines of death dancing across his skin,eating away his scourge, the dead spirits hovers and fades as the fallen king gasps, the first air of freedom in a long while before he collapses. -”Prom?” Noctis tries to reach out to his friend “No Noctis...That may not be our Prompto fully.”Luna softly voices out. ”Indeed.”Gentiana appears.”In this land where the dead thrives, he was born, here, he was chosen with her remaining strength.” “What...was he chosen for?” “To stop the end of Man.” “By whom?” “...In Galahd…We have a deity that we evoke other than the astrals.She was mostly forgotten when the astrals came.An old power even before Solhiem.One whose name we sing in prayers when a life ends.” Nyx sighs as he holds onto Cor, whose eyes ever left his son,his hand clutching his katana turning bone white. “Etro.” -Turns out Etro is less than pleased that the astrals who she had welcomed onto her star have driven her out.The loss of faith made her lonely and powerless.Galahad is probably the last place her name is spoken even though rarely.The once patron god of Eos, reduced to nothingness. While she watch them murder her children on her star. -Cor has never told anyone other than Nyx of the dreams of a dark Garden and a quiet being guiding him into a factory, deeper into a lab where cries of the dead scream into his ears, though in the screams he hears, a quiet soft cry that he can never forget. -Their meeting was more than fate but regardless, Cor and Nyx protects their son.A Lion and Coeurl and their cub.Theirs. -”Everything lives.everything dies.even gods.” The vessal of Etro whispers. “And even you. Bahamut.” The crystal that was once her heart that now houses a mad draconian s c r e a m s _-_-_ PART 2 HERE

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rosemary-morgan · 1 year

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HC’s - You had a bad day at work and the boys cheer you up

Hi everyone (✿◡‿◡)

This is for all of you who are constantly confronted with people/customers in your job who can ruin your day. We always wish for a little cheering up in such situations, right?

So, how about the guys from Final Fantasy? 🖤

I hope you’ll enjoy my HC’s 🖤 A big thank you to my dear friend @fangirl-ramblings 🖤 she has been beta reading for me 🌹

Characters: Prompto, Ignis, Nyx Ulric, Cor Leonis

Prompto

The first thing Prompto always does when you come home is to greet you with joy and to kiss you.

He does this today as well, and his kind and caring nature makes you burst into tears all at once. Oh, you really needed that after that hard day at work.

You immediately snuggle into your boyfriend's comforting arms and he embraces you. "Y/N? My love, what's wrong?" Prompto is all worried about you and wonders what has you so upset. You don't say anything because your tears won't allow it. Your words are stuck in your throat.

"Did something happen at work?" You nod and Prompto sighs sadly, because he knows you don't have an easy job. Often you come home very sad and exhausted. Loving as he is, he gently strokes through your hair. He stays here with you until you slowly calm down.

He looks down at you with a warm gaze, brushes the tears from your face and gives you a gentle kiss on your forehead. Your cheeks are all flushed, but he thinks that's totally sweet. "Thank you, Prompto. I'm so glad to have you," you whisper as you lean into his hand, which is currently stroking your cheek.

"Come on, Y/N. Let's go for a walk and enjoy the sunset. What do you think?" Prompto knows how good you feel after a walk. And nature especially helps you to calm down. "And after that, we could get some hot dogs? Some fries too? Huh? How does that sound, hon?" His gentle laugh and the soft expression in his eyes is all that makes your heart beat faster.

It was quickly decided and the two of you head out into nature, walking hand in hand towards the sunset. It is quiet around you. No one to annoy you, no one to be mean and vicious towards you for no reason. Prompto was your angel who knew exactly how to make your heart laugh again.

Ignis

As you enter the apartment, sighing and dejected, you think about your terrible day at work, which has robbed you of every nerve. But the very next moment you forget everything when you see the many flowers and candles that have been placed in your apartment. Your eyes become wide and you immediately know who has gone to so much effort.

With a gentle smile on your lips, all frustration suddenly falls away from you. The roses are shining in bright red, the candlelight is shimmering so wonderfully. And now, you also notice the fragrance coming from the kitchen.

"Good evening, my love." Ignis comes to meet you. With a tender smile on his face, and his eyes were filled with love. Love that was meant for you alone. "Iggy. Wow..."

Gently, he reaches for your left hand as his left hand places itself on your right hip and he gently sways you. As if he wanted to dance. It was meant more as a loving gesture, but you move along in a slow rhythm as you gaze longingly into his eyes.

"This is so beautiful, Iggy. The flowers, the candles... everything. "I wanted to do something special for you." Ignis cooks for you every night, pampers you where he can, but lately you've been so stressed and down that he wanted to spoil you with a special evening.

You kiss him, whispering how grateful you are for his attention. Sometimes you wonder if Ignis is just a beautiful dream. But every time he kisses you, caresses you and touches you, you know he is not a dream.

Cuddling against his chest, you close your eyes and take in his scent. He smells like home, like your personal oasis of well-being. "I love you, Iggy." "Love you too, my love, With all my heart."

This night you enjoy your togetherness. Your home was filled with sweet words and tender kisses...

Nyx Ulric

Sighing comfortably, you snuggle up against the chest of the king's servant. There is no better feeling for you than to lie in Nyx Ulric's arms. You feel safe and secure.

You've both decided to spend the night on the couch watching movies. After the busy day you both had at work, you don't want to do anything. And it feels damn good to just lay around and enjoy the togetherness.

Your snacks are on the table in front of the couch; now laid out in a totally messed up way, it looks like raccoons have been at work, but that doesn't bother you at all. A little mess never hurt anyone.

"I could get used to this," you mumble as you look at the TV, snuggling up against Nyx's chest. Against his bare, warm chest. Nyx strokes your hair as he quietly agrees. It was more of a low hum, for he was a bit tired himself already.

"Thanks, hon. Movie night was a good idea of yours." Nyx just knew what helped you switch off and leave the daily grind behind. Nyx answered you with a tender kiss. You looked deep into his eyes as your lips slowly parted. Quickly, the movie was forgotten as Nyx gently strokes through your hair again and again, keeping his arm around your shoulder to have you close to him.

"I want you to be okay, Y/N," he whispers before kissing you softly again. You're on cloud nine, Nyx was a very special man to you after all. You love everything about this man. His character, his looks, the way he treats you. You couldn't be happier.

You have a simple life, but the most important thing for you was to find each other at the end of the day, to enjoy your young love and to live it to the fullest.

His kiss deepens, accompanied by a comforting sigh. "What about the movie, Nyx?" You grin against his lips as you say this, knowing Nyx had something else in mind. "Fuck it. You're way more important right now!" Chuckling softly, you pull yourself onto his lap and this time it was you who gave him a passionate kiss...

Cor Leonis

You are pissed off! Pissed off and frustrated! What do people actually allow themselves? Why are customers so eager to ruin your day? You throw the store key into your handbag after locking the door and hope that you won't have to see anyone else today! After this horrible day, you need a week off to calm your nerves!

Sighing, you run a hand through your hair as you make your way home. You really felt like crying at the moment, because it seems like people have lost all respect.

Cor certainly wasn't home yet and that frustrated you even more. There would be nothing better right now than to enjoy the evening with him. Unfortunately, his work often doesn't allow that. But you knew what was in store for you when you married him. Nevertheless, you made a conscious decision to marry Cor Leonis and you still don't regret it.

When you think of Cor, you instantly smile. You don't care about the customers, because in the end they are not a permanent part of your life. But Cor is part of your life and no matter how shitty a day could be, the thought of being in Cor's arms always made your heart smile.

Just as you thought of him, Cor was standing not three meters in front of you. You were so deep in thought that you didn't even notice him at first. He was leaning against his black car, a bouquet of red roses in his hand. "Hey, sweetheart." You love it when he calls you that. Immediately your mood rises and you smile. "Cor!" You rush to him, Cor's gentle smile makes your heart beat faster.

His tender kiss makes you melt away, your knees instantly go all weak. It's a long and tender kiss. "How are you, Y/N? Are you okay?" he asks as he strokes your cheek tenderly. "Now that you're here, I'm doing wonderful." The roses he brought you are beautiful and you can't wait to have them bloom in your home.

You didn't know Cor had another surprise for you. He doesn't drive the usual route to get home, but instead drives in the opposite direction. When you see the car stop in front of a very classy restaurant, you look at Cor with wide eyes. "But... I look terrible. My hair and my clothes..." But Cor just smirks back at you, leans out to you and kisses you deeply. You instantly fall silent, returning the kiss of the man you so desire.

"You are beautiful and desirable, Y/N." He leans forward a little so that you're pressed into the seat, and you bite your lips in anticipation, knowing how this evening will end. "And if we weren't in a public place, I'd take you right here and now in my car..." "Is that so?"

You both laugh as a last, intense kiss takes place between you before you end the evening together with a romantic dinner...

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