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@ofglaiveandguard
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Nyx groaned in appreciation, enjoying the way Titus was using his strength against him. It felt very nice to be trapped between the wall and his Captain, especially because it seemed like the older male had been thinking about this for a while as well. It was good to know that he wasn't the only one who really wanted this.
"Fuck, you don't say. What gave it away?" He sassed back, unable to help himself. He was pretty sure the way he had practically jumped the other male had made it very clear how badly he wanted this. Nyx wanted to climb his Captain like a tree. Kissing was really just one item on his very long list of things he wanted to do with Titus.
"The way you responded makes me think I'm not the only one who has been wanting this. If I find out that we could have been making out all this time, I'm gonna be kinda annoyed," he admitted, leaning in to nip playfully at Drautos' cheek.
"Just means we should make up for lost time, yeah? I feel like I deserve it for being so patient."
"You're lucky I like that attitude of yours, Ulric." Titus replied, one hand moving up to take hold of the base of Nyx's skull, his fingers weaving through his hair. His grip tightened briefly in warning before loosening. He honestly wouldn't have had any interest in Nyx without the sass. He was easy on the eyes, but Titus liked that Nyx wasn't meek โ that he challenged him.
"And what would you do?" He asked, growling when Nyx nipped at his cheek. There were few people who would have the guts to do that which again, was exactly what he liked about him. "To vent your annoyance?"
He was curious. He had fully intended to initiate...well, everything, but since Nyx was so eager it might be interested to see what he would do.
"Patient it not a word I'd usually use to describe you. Reckless...insubordinate...a pain in the ass, yes. Patient, no."
"But I suppose you're right. We should make up for lost time."
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Nyx let out a humourless laugh. He had felt exhausted before, of course. Had felt the doubt threatening to sink its claws into his mind and heart, but had always refused to let it take hold of him. He could not give up, because if he did, then everything he had done up until this point... it would have been in vain. Of course, he'd never regret the lives he had saved, but if he couldn't bring them a brighter future, then what was the point of surviving?
And yet, the doubt was back. This deployment had been the worst one so far. "Hah, those are some motivating words, Captain," he replied blandly, voice lacking its usual spark; feeling tired down to his very bones. The thought of waking up the next day only to do it all over again was a painful one.
"Don't think I'll get much sleep, with everything going on. My mind is really trying to work against me right now," he admitted, allowing himself a bit of vulnerability. He trusted his Captain more than most, even if he knew that he was often the source of the older man's headaches.
"Maybe I'll stay up, watch the stars. Might remind me why the hell we're even doing this."
"Would you rather me be motivating? Or would you rather me be honest?" He asked with a tilt of his head. It was ironic, he supposed, talking about honesty when keeping a secret as big as his, but it wasn't like anyone had ever asked him if he was Glauca. He just didn't see the point in motivating his men with honeyed words. That would be an insult to their intelligence.
"Mn. You're not alone there. I doubt much of the camp will get more than a few hours of sleep."
There were all sorts of reasons that could keep a person awake out here. There was fear, pain, grief, adrenaline...The latter was something that even the most battle-hardened faced on a daily basis. Even he struggled to sleep on nights like this. It was difficult because even though the body might be exhausted, if the mind was running wild sleep would come hard.
"Perhaps I'll join you. Someone's got to keep you out of trouble."
@ofglaiveandguard cont. from here
Regis could not blame Cor for his rather blunt words, as he had expected as much. As one of his oldest friends, the Marshal had watched him deteriorate. It would be hard on anyone to watch, especially those who cared about him.
"I am not dead yet, old friend. I would appreciate it if you did not treat me as such," he replied, though his words were not harsh. The ring was draining him even now and the cruel reality was that he would indeed one day die from it, if something else did not take him out beforehand. Even so, his future was not a bright one.
"Would you have me sacrifice millions for the sake of my own life? You know the wall is the only thing protecting us. Even if I let it fall, it would not save me. Niflheim would not leave me alive and you know they would not waste the opportunity to seize Insomnia." Truly, there was no way out of their current situation and there never had been. He was giving his life to a cause far greater than him. The power stored in the ring from him and all of the Kings and Queens before him, would one day be transferred to Noctis and used to save their planet. If the words of Bahamut were to be believed, at least.
"I suppose I ought to give myself a few more breaks, but the council demands my attention. At this point I'm beginning to think they are making up issues just to waste my time."
"No, you're not. I would appreciate it if you remained that way."
Cor wasn't a man who concerned himself with what was and wasn't fair in life. There was no point. The world was cruel. Still, he thought Regis deserved better. He was a good King and an even better man. If he could take some of that burden he would, but unfortunately the burden could only be shouldered by a Lucis Caelum and neither one of them would ever consider Noctis wearing it before his time.
"Of course not." As much as Cor cared for Regis, he would never ask that of him. He couldn't. Regis mattered to him a great deal, but he was one life weighed up against thousands of innocents. It pained him to think that way, and in his youth, he might have said to hell with it all. They'd go down fighting. He had since learned the weight of responsibility for lives other than his own though.
"Though Niflheim would have to go through me to reach you and you know how hard I am to kill." Cor added, his lips twitching into something of a smirk. He had always hated the nickname 'Immortal' because it was a bitter reminder of his failure against Gilgamesh, but it served his purposes at times.
"The council behave like a group of demanding toddlers. It would do them good to do some work for themselves for a change."
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"I know how this all ends." - For Titus
Worried About You
"Do you?"
It wasn't the Captain of the Kingsglaive that stood before him, but it wasn't General Glauca, either though by now he was sure Noctis knew that they were one and the same. Against all odds, he had survived Ulric's assault back at the Citadel, but he hadn't survived it unscathed. His armour had been badly damaged, his wounds severe. He hadn't expected to survive but that hadn't bothered him. He'd accomplished his goal. He'd killed the King who had betrayed him and his homeland. If he'd died, that would just have been the price he'd had to pay.
He hadn't returned to Niflheim. He'd never been loyal to them. Not really. They had just been a means to an end. They'd given him the power and opportunity to accomplish his goal. He didn't plan on staying in Lucis either. He wasn't sure where he was going to go except away. With wounds like his, he probably didn't have much time left anyway.
But then the Prince found him.
"Kill me or walk away, Highness." He had no desire to fight the boy. As much as he'd resented his father, he had never been able to hate the Prince. It was the reason he hadn't shared any knowledge about the Prince's departure from the City. "Be quick about choosing."
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It had always pained Cor to see his King in such a state. He knew his leg often troubled him, and he knew that Regis would push through regardless because he took his duties as both King and father seriously. There wasn't much Cor could do about it, but he could be there. So he was.
By the time Regis had finished sitting through countless reports and meetings, Cor was ready waiting with his arm raised. It didn't surprise him that Regis took the arm. He'd have scolded him if he didn't, and Regis knew that.
"Of course, Your Majesty."
It wasn't the first time Cor had helped his King in such a way, and it wouldn't be the last. In his line of work you picked up a lot of knowledge about injuries and stretches. He was, perhaps not as good as a proper physio therapist, but he was more familiar.
"The pain is proof you are," He replied, a ghost of a smile peeking out from behind the stoic facade. "You're doing your duty, and you're doing a damn good job even if you do push yourself too hard."
Usually after helping him through his stretches, Cor would linger for a while in case he needed anything before returning to his own office. It was routine at that point, so Cor was left completely speechless when Regis, his King, pulled him in for a kiss.
Cor had been loyal to the throne since he was admitted into the Crownsguard under King Mors, but he had been particularly devoted to Regis. There was nothing he wouldn't do for him. But a part of him had always desired him too. A part of him he had always ignored because Regis was royalty.
"You don't have to apologise, my King." Cor said, his voice low and rough. He leaned down to press a kiss of his own to Regis's lips. "I'm yours in any way you want me. Always have been."
@fatumimpera continued from here.
Titus Drautos was a man who prided himself on his self control but whenever Nyx Ulric was involved, he felt that self control slip away. It was a combination of things, he supposed. The smirk, the flirting, the over-familiarity at times...then of course there was extra paper work he got landed with every time Nyx did something stupid. All of these things made him want to bend the younger man over his desk and fuck him senseless.
Leading Nyx to the empty room had been spur of the moment. Locking the door behind them even more so. The fact that Nyx launched at him so readily was a little surprising, though he supposed it shouldn't be. Nyx had always been a go-getter. Always the one to charge in first. He kissed back, of course. He admired the initiative.
"Bold, Ulric. Very bold," he murmured as he pulled back. He had no intention of stopping just yet, but he wasn't in a rush, either. Then Nyx pulled him back in and he lost what remained of his self control. He pushed Nyx until his back was pressed firmly against the wall, leaning in until their bodies were almost touching.
"Look at you. You've been wanting this for a while, I'd wager."
"Is this it? Is this all there is?" [Nyx to Titus]
Worried About You
The Captain stood at the entrance of the command tent, watching as his Glaives moved around camp. It had been a long deployment. They'd lost people โ good people โ and what had they accomplished? They had held the Empire back for now, but they hadn't regained any territory. They were no closer to reclaiming their homes. They were out here dying while the people of Insomnia got to sleep easy. Did they thank them? No. They treated them like vermin.
It made him angry.
He resented the King. Had done for a long time. He hated the Empire too, but the difference was that Niflheim didn't owe him anything. Regis was their King. Regis was the one who had failed them.
"Demoralizing, isn't it?" He grunted. He liked Ulric, even if the younger male was a pain in the ass. He was too damn noble though. Too loyal to Lucis. Titus liked to think he knew his men well. There were some he knew would follow him when the time came to act against Lucis. Nyx Ulric, to his disappointment, wasn't one of them.
He clapped him on the shoulder with a heavy hand.
"Get some rest, Ulric. We get to do it all again tomorrow."
"You look at me like I'm a dead man walking." [Regis to Cor]
Worried About You
"Aren't you?"
It was just the two of them right now, so he didn't bother with the formalities. There was no question that Cor respected Regis as both a man and a King. Aside from Clarus, his loyalty was unmatched. He had known Regis since he started serving the Crown at thirteen. They'd fought on the front lines together.
There was nothing he wouldn't do for Regis. He would take a killing blow for him without hesitation. There were some things he couldn't protect him from though. The Ring of the Lucii was one of them. He had seen Regis in his prime. It hurt seeing him slowly wasting away under the strain of the Ring. He understood that it was important, but humans were selfish creatures. He didn't want to lose his friend.
"You keep pushing yourself like this and you will be."
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Worried About You
For when you don't know how it's going to end. Trigger warnings for hinted/implied suicidality/loss of life/self injury
"Are you going to come back?"
"Make me a promise. That's all I ask."
"I know that you're scared, and that's fine, but... there's more than one way out."
"I need you to stay. Even if that's selfish."
"I've never been so scared in my life, and it's because of you."
"I don't know what I'd do without you."
"Can you let me see? I... please?"
"This isn't right. That you feel like this."
"I want to make this better and I don't know how."
"That hollow feeling inside you isn't meant to be there."
"I'm not saying therapy would fix this but it wouldn't hurt."
"Don't make me say goodbye. I'm not ready."
"There are better choices. Bigger choices."
"Your mind is lying to you. I wish you could believe me."
"It's not that I want to leave, I'm just... tired."
"You don't understand what it's like in my head."
"Everything is just... so fuckin' much. All the time."
"Everyone's worrying about nothing."
"I just don't know why I'm not trusted to make my own decisions."
"I hope to God you never feel the way I feel."
"I know how this all ends."
"It was always going to end this way, that's okay."
"I want to be at peace."
"Everyone acts like it's so fucking easy, but it's not."
"Would you just, uh... sit with me? For a bit?"
"I'm not saying goodbye, okay?"
"You look at me like I'm a dead man walking."
"My heart is racing and I don't know how to calm it."
"Is this it? Is this all there is?"
"I want you to know, what it feels like. But that feels cruel. Because I don't want anyone else to ever, ever feel like this. Yet I want you to know. Does that make me an asshole?"
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐
โ all the sudden i got a random burst of energy, and i think itโs my bodyโs last hurrah before it completely shut down. โ
โ iโm not superstitiousโฆ but i am a little stitious. โ
โ when someone points at your black clothes and asks whose funeral it is, having a look around the room and saying โhavenโt decided yetโ is typically a good response. โ
โ not trying to brag or anything, but i can wake up without an alarm clock now simply due to my crippling and overwhelming anxiety, soโฆ โ
โ i came out here to attack people and iโm honestly having such a good time right now. โ
โ fool me once, iโm gonna kill you. โ
โ i feel confident in my ability to continue not knowing what is going on.
โ died and came back as a cowboy, i call that reintarnation. โ
โ you canโt wake up if you never got to sleep. โ
โ you can de-escalate any situation by simply saying, 'are we about to kiss?โ โ
โ you seem familiar, have i threatened you before? โ
โ some of you may die, but thatโs a sacrifice iโm willing to make. โ
โ if i canโt cause tiny bits of chaos every day, i think my body will shut down. โ
โ theater kids are just choir kids who joined forces with the band and strings kids. โ
โ i am very small and i have no money, so you can imagine the kind of stress that iโm under. โ
โ maybe the true treasure was friendship all along. but i hope not, because i canโt spend friendship on new clothes. โ
โ okay stop asking me if iโm straight, gay, bi, whatever. i identify as a fucking threat. โ
โ iโm usually that person who has no idea whatโs going on. โ
โ what doesnโt kill me should run, because now iโm fucking pissed. โ
โ my life isnโt as glamorous as my wanted poster makes it look like. โ
โ iโm sick and tired of being called 'mortalโ like, you donโt know that. neither do i. i have never died even once. nothing has been proven yet. stop making assumptions. โ
โ if you canโt beat them, dress better than them. โ
โ 'person of interestโ is almost too flattering. โ
โ drink your school, stay in drugs, and get 8 hours of drugs. โ
โ physically, yes, i could fight a bird. but emotionally? imagine the toll. โ
โ youโll have a hard time believing this because it never happens but i made a mistake. โ
โ my expectations were low but holy fuck. โ
โ well, well, wellโฆ if it isnโt my old friend: the dawning realization that i fucked up bad. โ
โ dear friend, your gift this yearโฆ is me. thatโs right, another year of friendship. your membership has been renewed. โ
โ iโve come to a point in my life where i need a stronger word than fuck. โ
โ i have met some of the most insufferable people. but they also met me. โ
โ new year, same me. because iโm perfect. โ
โ just because iโm too short to reach the lowest self in the cabinet doesnโt mean you shouldnโt watch out for your kneecaps. โ
โ forgive me father, for i have sinny-sin-sinned. โ
โ so apparently the 'bad vibesโ iโve been feeling are actually severe psychological distress. โ
โ with great power comes great need to take a nap. wake me up later. โ
โ behold, the field in which i grow my fucks! lay thine eyes upon it, and thou shalt see that it is barren! โ
โ sometimes iโll start a sentence and i donโt even know where itโs going. i just hope i find it along the way. โ
โ i was born for politics. i have great hair and i love lying. โ
โ schrรถdingerโs cat is overrated. if you wanna see something thatโs โ both dead and alive you can talk to me any time of the day. โ
Send โ โ โ for an arranged marriage starter
โ books mean more to me than people anyway. โ ( for Cor? )
&. ๐๐ง ๐๐ฌ๐ฌ๐จ๐ซ๐ญ๐ฆ๐๐ง๐ญ ๐จ๐ ๐๐ข๐๐ฅ๐จ๐ ๐ฎ๐ ๐ฉ๐ซ๐จ๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ญ๐ฌ.
Cor couldn't help but let out a soft chuckle at that. It was in moments like this that the young advisor reminded him of Weskham โ he was a damn good cook too. He could relate in a sense though. Cor wasn't a massive reader himself โ he just didn't have the time โ unless it was a mission report or paperwork. He wasn't the biggest fan of people though.
"Oh, I think you'll find that there are some people out there who mean more to you than books." Cor spoke from experience. Regis, Clarus, Weskham and Cid...they were his brothers in all but blood. "And you'll mean just as much to them."
@ofglaiveandguard liked for a spooky starter
"Today is a holiday, little lion." He puts his hand on Cor's shoulder perhaps in kind gesture, but all the same he guides him away from his office. "You are allowed to go out. Go get candy. You're still young enough for that."
"I have a funeral to do. Several in fact. Seems people like the holidays for burials." Or at least, this holiday in particular. He had embalmed several corpses just to make sure they would get to this point. "I will be in the funeral home all day today. If you need me, you know where to find me. But you needn't work today."
Cor let out a soft huff at the nickname, his cheeks flushing the slightest bit, but he said nothing โ not even when the hand landed on his shoulder. He wasn't someone who sought out affection. He didn't want it โ he didn't need it โ but it was different with Mors.
He was the one person who had looked at him and saw more than just a scrawny street kid. He saw his potential and had taken a chance on him. Cor would never forget that. His loyalty was hard to earn, but when it was earned, it was unwavering.
"Halloween is for children. I'm not a child," another huff from the world's oldest thirteen year old. Truthfully, he can't remember ever celebrating Halloween. Perhaps when his parents had been alive...but that had been so long ago. "What if you need me? I'm your bodyguard. I can't protect you if I'm out there scrounging for candy."
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A 13 years old smol Cor โgrumpy since I was bornโ Leonis everyone.
Asdfgakl why am I obsessed with smol Cor heโs not even shown in the game dUh.
But who let this kid works tho?! King Mors r u doin some child slavery.
โ i could keep you safe. theyโre all afraid of me. โ (for bg3 Cor)
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It wasn't the first time Cor had picked the wrong person to rob, but it was the first time in a while that he'd actually gotten hurt. It had happened a lot when he'd first run away from the orphanage, but he'd grown stronger with each loss and gotten better at picking his targets. Nobles were usually pretty safe bets โ they had a whole lot of money, but they were so used to being pampered that they didn't know how to fight.
This guy was different though. Even when Cor had plunged the the knife into his leg, he hadn't let go. By the time he finally passed out from the blood loss, he'd already done a number on him. His head was killing him โ a concussion maybe? โ and his ribs were sore.
He was surprised he'd even been taken to the hospital. The noble, sure, but him? He was surprised he hadn't just been left im the streets or taken straight to a cell.
"I don't need to be kept safe. I've been doing just fine by myself, and you don't look all that scary to me," the boy mumbled, clutching his hat to his chest. It had belonged to his father, so he had reluctantly handed over the stolen knife to get it back. "Why am I here? Why haven't I been locked up? You're a noble, right? You dress like one at least."
