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Lol so I didn’t know what the hell to do with this, so it turned into a Corqi thing featuring Regis, LMAO! I had to stop myself from making it too long. 

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Loqi + Regis = “Do you trust me?”

Word count: 1099

Loqi should have known better, in all honestly. And he did.He did know better, and he chose to ignore the signs in favor of his own stupidpride. For just an inkling, he thought he had gotten lucky, that the guards thatwere normally stationed around the corner from the main hall just so happenedto no be there tonight when they had religiously been there for several nightsin a row. He thought that maybe there had been some misinformation, and theyhad switched up their routine for one reason or another. That would have beeneasy, though, and he should have known better. 

He had tiptoed in stealth to the elevators without beingseen and swiped the necessary keycard to get to his ultimate destination: the Marshal’soffice. The ride was painstakingly slow, and it gave Loqi more than ample timeto think about what could happen during their meeting. Would they fight, asthey often did? Would they forgo the talking and skip right to the fun parts? Adozen different scenarios presented themselves, and yet not once did theGeneral consider that the missing guards were a rouse.

As the elevator dinged and the doors opened, Loqi was metnot by the man he was there to actually see. No, because again, that would betoo easy. Hell, even if he had been met with a number Citadel lurkers, it wouldhave been better than the face that greeted him outside the elevator. Thoughthe had never met the man up close, he knew his face – everyone did. It was old,wrinkled beyond his years, and sternly looking him up and down as he leaned onhis cane. Loqi backed away on instinct and immediately met resistance in thewall behind him. There was nowhere to go but out, unless he wanted to stay inthe elevator, but that wouldn’t serve any purpose. Essentially, he was trapped.

“Ah, Brigadier General Tummelt. What brings you here thisglorious night?” King Regis Lucis Caelum asked, beaming at him. Loqi narrowedhis eyes as the old man stepped aside, expecting Loqi to leave. And really,what choice did he have but to comply? Slowly, he stepped out, not once takinghis off of the enemy king. Oh, was he in trouble in time. He had been socareless, so foolishly trusting and –

“Do you trust me?”

Loqi openly gawked. He felt himself blink, he thought, butno amount of adjusting his vision would make him see or understand things anyclearer. Regis stood, grinning unwavering, and old eyes kind as they seemed tohold their own smile. The General briefly wondered if he had fallen asleepwaiting for the right time to drop in on the Marshal, but the little voice inthe back of his mind and the panic that bubbled in the pit of his stomachassured him that he was not, in fact, dreaming.

Ever so eloquently, Loqi responded.

“…What?”

“Do you trust me?” Regis repeated, and Loqi opened andclosed his mouth like a fish gasping for air. How in the world was he supposedto respond to that?! Of course he didn’t! He was the enemy! He would end himand his little kingdom in the name of the Niflhiem Empire! Baffled, Loqistarted to shake his head.

“I must warn you, General, that if you fail to answercorrectly, you can kiss your chances to sneaking into the Citadel to see Corgoodbye, as you’ll have a permanent residence in our luxurious dungeon.” Regiseyed him, judging, calculating, and still managing to smile like he didn’t justthreaten him. What the hell kind of man was the Lucian king if he could takeaway the words of a normally boisterous general?

It was then that Loqi heard the footsteps clamoring down thehallway, and he had just enough time to realize the position he was in. If theyturned the corner to see Loqi, General of the Niflheim army, with their king,they would surely think ill of the situation. Once again Loqi’s hand wasforced.

Gritting his teeth with a scoff, he nodded. This waspathetic.

“Very good,” Regis cheered, though for looking, it felt morelike berating. “Now, you’ll want to take the hallway behind you and take yournext right, then the third left.” Scowling, Loqi narrowed his eyes.

“Why are you doing this?”

Regis chuckled, and as he did the footfalls drew closer.

“Let’s just say, I am indebted to the Marshal. Now, go.”

There were still things he wanted to ask the king, and as heretreated down the hall, Loqi realized he might never actually get the answers.Not unless he wanted to admit to Cor that he had been caught. Nope. Never in amillion years. He’d rather die. Without so much as a wave or glance over hisshoulder, he veered right, as instructed, then took the third left. Herecognized this hallway, but he had only ever seen it in passing, and stoppedin front of the only set of doors in the corridor.

Should he knock? He didn’t want to simply barge into a roomthat he didn’t know the layout of, or even what its purpose was. Luckily, hedidn’t have to wait for an answer.

“What are you doing here?” Cor’s voice came from behind him,and Loqi tried to pretend he didn’t nearly jump out of his skin. Stupid sneakyMarshal.

“I…thought I’d try a new route,” he lied, but Cor seemed tobuy it all the same. “How did you find me? This isn’t our usual spot.”

“I had a hunch,” Cor also lied, but Loqi didn’t question it.There seemed to be a great many things he would have to let slide, for now. “Anyreason you picked the ballroom?”

Loqi paled. Of all the places, he had to meet Cor outsidethe ballroom, a room stereotypically known in fairy tales of romance and secretrendezvous. This was completely embarrassing, and he had no escape from it, ahabit that was getting tired very quickly this evening. He had to think fast.

“To dance, you idiot. Why else would anyone go to aballroom?”

…smooth, Loqi.

Cor chuckled, and Loqi was loathe to admit that he wasrather fond of the sound, among other things, such as the way Cor licked hislips and cupped his chin, drawing him closer. Loqi quickly decided, as Corswiftly brushed their lips together, that maybe it wasn’t a bad excuse. Poorlyexecuted, but maybe not bad.

“Then let’s dance.”

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Clarusshut the door with a snap and turned to look Regis square in the eyes. Theprince fluttered his lashes as he crossed the room in a rage, unmoving and jawset firm. His shield towered over him, but Regis stood his ground. He refusedto let Clarus make him feel small, not now, not when moments ago they had beeneven closer, and Regis could still feel the tingle of where their lips met 

“Whatthe hell was that?” he growled through grit teeth, a poor, unsightly means tokeep his temper in check. Above them, Regis could still hear the chatter ofpolitics, violins, and perhaps even the faint clink of glasses as people toastin celebration. It wasn’t everyday their prince turned eighteen, after all.

But Regiswas also seething. It had taken him months of pep talks and more courage thanhe thought he had in his body to make a move on the larger male, and in amatter of seconds, Clarus had single handedly shattered him. Confidencedestroyed, he was left with nothing but hurt, anger, but more than anything, hewas confused. All of the signs were there, were they not? There was always thelight touching, the playful banter and long talks alone…but maybe he had misinterpretedthings? It was possible, highly probable, even, and Regis huffed.

“Apologies.I wasn’t aware you needed me to dumb down the meaning of a kiss,” he bit back,and he took a great amount of satisfaction in the flustered way spluttered,searching for words that could be just as harsh. Good, let him flounder, Registhought.

It hithim, quite literally then, as Clarus grabbed the front of his dress blouse andpinned him to the glass doors to the balcony, that Clarus didn’t need words toget his point across. Regis wasn’t afraid of him – far from it if he were beingentirely truthful – but he wasn’t one to downplay Clarus’s strength. If thelarger man wanted to, he could hurt him, even kill him with his bare hands. Hewouldn’t, Regis was certain, but he kept that fact in the back of his mind asClarus hissed in his face.

“Youknow what I mean, Regis.” Any formality had been dropped, though Regis wasn’tsure if it was because they were that comfortable with one another that theycould be, or that he was really just that angry. He hoped it was the former,and he swallowed thickly. They were so close that he could feel Clarus’s breathon his lips again and it ignited the fire in the pit of his stomach the sameway he had at the rooftop party. The weight was comfortable despite thesituation, and Regis inwardly damned himself for thinking of kissing him again.

“Ishould think that is obvious as well. Clearly I’ve miscalculated yourintelligence.”

A growl,then a rough shake as Clarus gripped him harder before he yelled, face red andhands shaking.

“You don’tget it!”

Regisstopped. He stopped fighting him, stopped glaring, and noticed for the firsttime that Clarus’s eyes were glossy. There were no tears, though Regis wasn’tsure if he could actually handle Clarus crying, but there was most definitelyan emotion there that wasn’t anger, one that was softer, but much moredominant. Relaxing his own face, Regis watched as Clarus’s features twisted,fighting himself in an internet battle. Slowly, he reached a hand up betweenthem and cupped his cheek, and he almost faltered when Clarus leaned into thetouch.

“If weget caught…” he trailed off, and Regis felt his heart skip a beat, eyes wide inshock. The grip on his shirt loosened and hands settled at his sides, keepinghim close enough to still feel the now erratic stutter of breath on his cheek.Tentatively, he reached his other hand up and through the thick, brunette wavesthat he immediately decided were too soft for such a rugged man and he lovedthem.

“…So beit,” Regis whispered, and Clarus allowed him to draw him in for a real kiss.The first was chaste, sweet and experimental. The second, and every subsequentkiss, was heavy, exploring and left Regis panting as he arched and moaned intohis shield’s mouth. Tongues clashed and teeth claimed the other for themselves,and whatever party was happening above them was nothing compared to the onethey had created alone in the privacy of Regis’s bedroom.  

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Word count: 620

Ignis sucked in aquick breath when he felt the pressure of Aranea’s lips upon the lid of hisscarred eye. Each joint in his body froze and,though he loathed to admit it, his bottom lip quivered. Even if meeting hereyes were possible, he didn’t think he would have been able to, not while hewas still so vulnerable, so scared.

If Aranea had seen the red in hischeeks, she said nothing of it, and Ignis was thankful. Likely, he would haveblamed it on the natural chill of the Tenebraen air anyway, and certainly notthe embarrassment that he felt coursing through his veins. When her fingerstrailed along his cheek, a slow, sad drag, he finally, shakily exhaled.

“How?” Her voice was softer than herecalled, perhaps timid, even, and Ignis tensed again when her fingertipsdanced along damaged flesh. “How could this have happened? We were so – “

“It was out of your hands.” Ignis cuther off and immediately regretted how harsh he had sounded. He imagined she hadwinced from the recoil he felt, and sighed softly, eyes staring blanklydownwards. Dropping his cane, his hands fumbled to find purchase on her, and hefrowned as he realized that he had never gotten to know her body well enough toreach out instinctively, not like he had with his comrades. She didn’t let himstruggle, though, and she took his hands in hers, allowing him to lace theirfingers together.

“You couldn’t have known or stopped itfrom happening. I was, blindsided, you might say.” There was no mirth in thepun, and Aranea found no humor in it either. Rather, he felt her head fallagainst his chest and a soft huff of breath slip between the buttons on hisshirt. He wanted to see, wanted to be sure…he couldn’t assume, but it felt asthough…

“Are you crying?”

The question came out softly enoughthat even those who could have been in earshot of the conversation were likelyto not have heard it, but Aranea had, and Ignis response was the subtle squeezeof his hands and a light shudder as she tried to suppress her emotions. It wasselfish of him, but Ignis wished more than anything that he could see her inthat moment.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered andsqueezed her hands back before he let them go. The loss of contact was a briefone, however, and he wrapped his arms around her, allowing her to bury herselffurther into his chest, if she so desired. He, on the other hand, nearly leaptat the opportunity to press her nose into her hair and reacquaint himself withthe combination of amber and lime that was oddly alluring and a scent thatbelong solely to Aranea.

They stood quiet even long after hertears had soaked through his shirt and sent chill up his spine with eachbreeze. His hands had become rather fond of her hair, and he enjoyed the feelof silky strands sliding like liquid ask between his fingers. Aranea hadn’tseemed to mind; in fact, if Ignis had to guess, she found the gesture to becalming.

The longer they stood stagnant, theshorter their time together grew. Their paths would separate once more, and whoknew when he would be graced with her presence again. He closed his eyes,content, almost too much so. Perhaps, he thought, once this journey was over,he could take her out properly. Being in love in the middle of a war andintroducing new battle scars during each elongated period of time of not beingtogether was, after all, not the most ideal of first dates.

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“The entire Citadel will hear you.”

Regis tried to nod, tried to do anything but feel the continually building heat in the pit of his stomach, but all he could do was moan louder and clutch the banister of the balcony tighter and Clarus slammed into him again, and again. It was too warm - so much so that sweat rolled down the curve of his spine despite being in the wide open without the sun beating down on them, but still he couldn’t stop, wouldn’t stop when he was so close and it was so, so good. 

Clarus groaned in his ear and thrust harder, faster, until Regis was practically singing his name to all of Insomnia as he came. Then, silently he sank, spent and boneless, and still caught in an inferno of lust and raw passion that he hoped would always serve him well.

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58: Do you have any bizarre experiences?

Oh boy do I. I’ve got a handful, some of them just slightly “Wait what” and others that I still can’t really explain. When I was maybe 8 I was with my aunt walking her dog near a river. The dog ran off into the river, and it wasn’t very deep so tiny me decided to chase her down. My aunt is telling me to stop, and I slipped on a wet rock and fell into the deeper water and got dragged with the current. 8 year old me knew I was gonna die. Like this was it, I was gonna drown in a river behind my grandma’s house in Colorado. I’m a very good swimmer, but the current was too strong and I got dragged a good 200 feet, sometimes able to surface for air, and all of a sudden I feel someone grab my wrist and start dragging me to the shore. And they’re holding HARD, like they are definitely not gonna let me go until I’m safe. So I end up on shore, coughing and freaking and there’s no one there, except my aunt and the dog barreling towards me freaking out. And she’s only like 6 years older than me, so this 14 year old was convinced for a second her 8 year old niece was gonna drown. And I ask her, “Did you see who pulled me out?” and she said there was no one there - I just got tossed to the river bank by the current. I figured I just hallucinated the person grabbing me, you know? Scared drowning kid imagines a rescue. Until we got home and I had LIVID red bruising around my wrist that looked like someone had grabbed me. So either there was a good samaritan diving in the river, or I got rescued by a ghost or something.

Also, at work a few days ago I was the only one in the building and I could hear footsteps in the kitchen right above me and felt someone tug on the back of my shirt while I was in the basement grabbing stuff for restock.

75: How do you stay warm?

30: What’s irritating you right now?

Honestly, not much! It’s been a pretty chill few days. Maybe the fact that I really want to listen to my Mumford & Sons pandora station, but my mom has demanded classic rock? Like. I love classic rock, but I’m feeling hipster garbage music today.

34: Who/what was your last dream about?

I honestly don’t remember. I almost never remember my dreams. The last one I remember was like last year, and only because it was the most weird, surreal dream. I dreamt I was Bucky Barnes mediating a fist fight between Presidents Taft and McKinley over a bathbomb, and McKinley won, so he throws the bathbomb in the tub, gets in and immediately turns into a toddler. And Taft is just this old guy crying in the bathroom because he wanted to use the bathbomb, so I look at McKinley and say “Now what did I say about sharing?” And he lets Taft in the tub, who also turns into a toddler. And then I woke up literally saying “what the fuck” out loud.

58: Favorite weather?

Oh I got way too into it so that was fun lol

6. Do you like the beach?

If I could live on the beach I would. It’s honestly one of my favorite places, no matter what kind of beach. Rocky west coast shore? I am down. Sandy beach on the Atlantic or the Gulf? SIGN ME UP. Rainy? Sunny? Hell yeah. I fucking love the beach.

56. What do you usually do first thing in the morning?

Usually I stumble bleary eyed into the bathroom and then head into the kitchen to make coffee and feed the cats. This is after turning my alarm off 6 times.

59. Green or purple grapes?

I’ve never thought about it before. Both are yummy. But I guess green grapes? I like the bitterness of the skin, especially when you peel it off before eating the actual grape. I am perfectly aware that this is a strange grape eating tactic, but eh.