#nyxcor

“Lion Heart” by Andromanic on INPRNT

send me a ship and one of these and i’ll write a mini fic

12. things you said when you thought i was asleep

Nyx was a terribly light sleeper. He didn’t have a problem falling asleep so much as he had difficulty staying that way, and Cor often awoke in the middle of the night to Nyx reading in bed, or curling tighter around him, or pulling the covers back over himself because, “You stole the damn covers again, you bed hog.”

This time Cor woke up for no particular reason, which in and of itself was something because Cor normally slept like the dead. Something nagged at the back of his mind, a demand in a woman’s voice he’d never heard before, telling him he needed to be awake right this minute.

Cor wasn’t one to take orders, that’s why they made him the one who gave them. Something about the familiarity of the voice that yelled at him told him it was finally time to listen to someone other than his king. 

One eye cracked open, and he became very aware of the sensation of being watched. He let his eye close, not even remotely concerned. Nothing Nyx did in the dead of night surprised him anymore.

“I love you.”

Except that.

Before he could react, Nyx flopped over and was snoring within seconds. Cor opened his eyes, staring up at the ceiling, seeing those words floating tauntingly in the dark. I love you. 

They’d only been living together for several months, only been... whatever their relationship was for little more than a year. His heart thundered so heavily in his chest he expected Nyx to wake up again and tell him to shut up. The silence was deafening, but what made it worse was the fact that he kept hearing Nyx’s words echoing in his ears. I love you.

He swallowed, mouth suddenly dry. His thoughts were racing in his head, his stomach churned, a pain settled at the base of his skull. His heart was throbbing uncomfortably in his chest, his throat swelling at the idea of the words. I love you.

He shifted, knowing the movement would wake his lover, and draped himself over the Glaive, his entire body covering Nyx’s. The younger grumbled, face turning just enough to look up at Cor, one blue eye giving him a questioning look. Even after his shower, he smelled distinctly of spice and sandalwood, of the warmth before a thunderstorm. I love you.

“Alright?” A loaded question. One word, one question, one concern. 

Cor’s hands roamed over the expanse of skin available to him. Rough, calloused fingers dragged along soft, warm skin, catching on old, faded scars, lavishing every ridge and bump with the attention they deserved. Nyx made a noise in his chest that could be equated to a pur if one had heard a coeurl make the noise before, and Cor held onto him a little bit tighter. I love you.

A kiss because I have literally been watching you all night and I can’t take anymore (in which Cor and Nyx think they’re being smooth and subtle, but really aren’t)

(Prompt taken from this list)

There is something fun, Nyx thinks, about guard duty during a royal ball.

It’s boring, and nothing significant ever happens, sure, some gossip fuel here and there, but nothing quite shocking enough to get him truly invested.

But there’s something about watching these people, opulent, decadent, wearing their most obnoxious outfits while stuffing their faces and drinking themselves stupid.

It’s a different Something, though, that makes those events fun for him. Something that has all of his attention, despite the fact that he should, technically, be watching over the entire room.

The Something he can’t keep his eyes off is walking through the ballroom (pacing, really), a tumbler filled with a respectable serving of very expensive scotch (no ice) in his hand, outfit as subdued as everyone else’s is gaudy, as sober as he, himself, is (definitely) not.

Nyx knows the Marshall tall and proud, so this wallflower demeanour of his is a show in and of itself. His desire, his need to not be noticed makes him all the more noticeable, in Nyx’s eyes (but then again, maybe his eyes keep looking for him on purpose).

Nyx wishes he could leave his assigned spot by the oversized balcony doors, wishes he could find Cor, walk with him, cackle gleefully as Cor rips everyone present to shreds. These events put him in a mood, Nyx has noticed, and his remarks are always sharper, more acidic than usual, much to Nyx’s delight.

He loses track of him for just as second, and barely has the time to be disappointed before the Marshal appears right in front of him. Because of course he would.

Nyx is not startled. He doesn’t jump just a little bit, no sir.

‘Hello, Ulric.’

‘Marshal,’ Nyx nods, trying to stifle the grin that tries its hardest to spread across his lips, ‘is there anything I can assist you with this evening?’

‘It… has been ordered that you escort me to that hallway over there. For… reasons that need remain confidential. Or something.’

He’s definitely not sober, though no one could possibly tell by looks alone, which is always a trip. Nyx snorts as he still tries to keep a straight face (which is can prove difficult when Cor is involved) (in more ways than just one)(winky wink).

‘Has it, now?’ he asks, cocking an eyebrow at Cor’s impassive expression. ‘Well, guess an order’s an order. After you, Marshal.’

Cor nods, turns to wave towards one of the glaives roaming the room so he can take Nyx’s spot before leaving, Nyx in tow trying his damnedest to follow his pace.

They exit the room quickly and unseen from everyone else, and take a few steps into the hallway before Cor explains the gist of their top-secret surprise mission.

Which consists, it turns out, of pinning Nyx to the wall, holding him into place with his entire body, towering him with all of his height, their face so close Nyx can almost taste him. He gleams in delight as Cor looms over him, eyes wild and hungry, and Nyx’s imagination goes berserk thinking of all the (wonderful, horrible) things Cor could do to him, right then and there.

Cor puts an abrupt end to the anticipation when he comes crashing down on him, hungry lips against Nyx’s that he’s more than happy to kiss back, slow and languid and just the right kind of sloppy. Needy hands soon find their way into his hair, tugging at it just so, and Nyx is in heaven.

They do come up for air, eventually.

‘What was that for?’ Nyx asks, flush, breathless and frankly a bit unhappy at the loss of contact once Cor pulls away. Cor still grabs his hands, just because they’re alone, just because he can.

‘Just felt like kissing you, is all. Been looking at you all night.

‘No you haven’t! I have been staring at you all night.’

‘Then I’m just better at it than you are,’ he snarks, somehow, a self-satisfied smile on his lips. ‘Shall we go?’ he asks, entirely too normal and gentlemanlike.

That’s when Nyx realizes it.

He might just be in love with the idiot in front of him.

Based on this post

(◡‿◡✿)

(ʘ‿ʘ✿) “what you say ‘bout me”

(ʘ‿ʘ)ノ✿ “hold my flower”

✿＼(｡-_-｡) “Kick his ass, baby.  I got yo flower.”

@notavodkashot When you mentioned these two and their inability to properly sit on a couch together, this was all I could imagine.

Pairing: Cor Leonis/Nyx Ulric Rating: E for Explicit Word Count: 10,290

Summary: "Marshal, if I may?" "What is it, Ignis?" "How did Lady Lunafreya escape the city?" "...Did you ever meet Nyx Ulric, kid?"

Excerpt:

That’s enough!” Titus shouted, slamming his hand on the table and causing the recruit to jump visibly. Cor bit back a snicker as Titus glared the recruit down. “No matter where either of you are from, you’re a gods damned Lucian now, and that means you work together. You understand me!?” The young Glaive nodded, clearly unhappy. “Now you’re gonna go raid that base, and you’re gonna report back as soon as you return. Got it?”

“Yes, Captain,” the Glaive said, giving a salute before he turned and left the office.

You’ve Got Mail

Rated: E - explicit sexual content

Word Count: 10642

Relationships: Prompto Argentum/Nyx Ulric/Cor Leonis

A/N: hi so @pocket-prompto and I decided to do a fic exchange because we are basically the same person and decided the world needed more Nyx/Cor, so here is my fic for him. Please enjoy this because I had a ton of fun writing it and as you may have noticed got entirely carried away.

Summary: Everyone’s a bit stressed out. Work is long, exhausting, and unrewarding. The only good thing about the end of the day is coming home to Prompto, at least until he gets stuck with the night shift and has to keep arresting that idiot Lazarus.

Only Good Things - Cor Leonis/Nyx Ulric

Rated E for explicit sexual content

A/N: this is for my amazing friend @pocket-prompto who started me on the spiral that is NyxCor. I’ve been dying to write some and he’s been egging me on bc he’s an enabler and he knows I have no self-control, so I wrote him a Valentine’s Day gift. It’s still Valentine’s Day in Hawaii, even though we’re both on the West Coast, so it still counts.

Excerpt:

“Happy Valentine’s Day!”

Nyx grimaced at the gaggle of girls taking up most of the bar space, listening as they clinked their glasses together and laughed, downing their shots. They, like many other patrons at Freedom’s, were here to take part in the half-price drinks and the chance to catch a late night hook up, and every year it made Nyx want to vomit.

The only good thing about Valentine’s Day was the huge tips wasted patrons left behind on their way to get fucked in the nearest empty hotel room.

At least they weren’t doing it in his bathroom anymore.