#the lion the coeurl and the cub
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FFXV AU: Alone
Am I the only one that wanted to flip a table after the Cerberus cutscene?
Warning: one BE in a HE ahead.
(Also, you can’t tell me the brat that called out Regis 30 years ago won’t call him out again. Sometimes when pushed to a corner people tend to make poorer decisions. On the other hand, I really just want the OG chocobros have a chance to reconcile and have a better end, thats all there is.)
Part of The Lion, the Coeurl and the Cub AU
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“For what good is a Sword that delivers but fails in his purpose?”
The words of a ghost haunts him as Cor cracks another curative over Nyx’s unconscious form. His fever rising higher by the hour. To the point Cor is resorting to his rare use of magic, commanding a low blizzard spell from a magic flask to try and cool down the wounded Glaive’s temperature. The potions do not seem to be working, even their meagre handful of elixirs. However if there is anything the Cor Leonis excels at, is at being a stubborn man.
Cid’s basement is quiet. Its late, and they had moved Clarus earlier to another place to get his arm amputated properly. His son is keeping watch over Royals. Whereas Ignis and Gladio focus on the the Shield and the wounded. Monica, ever the reliable one, had jumped in and taken over command of the Crownsguard, and overseeing evacuation of civilians. Last he heard, Monica and Dustin had safely taken some civilians towards Lestallum, including Iris and Augustus Scientia. The remaining Kingsglaives though, thankfully, had some sort of system in place amongst themselves by Nyx, keeping watch or capturing the deserters to be dealt with later. Crowe herself leading the charge. Hell hath no fury like a woman filled with vengeance.
He should have told Nyx something was wrong. He should have been there. He was the elder one between them, a veteran, and he had already suspected early on there was something dark in the works. Especially with his given orders.
Should anything go wrong, evacuate the residents and aid Noctis in his duty as King of Light with the arms of his forebears. Nothing more. Nothing less.
The Marshal should not have left the Crown City to its pitiful defences.
But could you go against your orders? Huh, soldier? A voices whispers darkly in the back of his head. A question Cor had already knew the answer to unfortunately.
They made a vow to put their duty first. Family after. This was non-negotiable by any means and one they understood before they starting seeing each other intimately. Yet, Cor wonders now if he had been wrong, as the dim light of Cid’s stale smelling basement casts a hard shadow on his husband’s battered and broken form.
The Lucian does not remember when his hands started shaking as he pulls the blanket tighter around his husband. When he had first stepped into the middle of the battlefield for the first time facing the MTs that came in waves? Or when he had came face to face with Gilgamesh’s blade? Cor is not sure. Though he is certain that he was broken from long ago. His tears had disappeared upon his father’s sudden passing. Corwin Leonis could never cry again since. Not even at his mother’s quiet funeral did he shed a tear. All of his feelings buried away as he chases target after target with his blade endlessly, one after another. If these feelings are dampened, then things would be easier. Simpler…No?
Everything had all started with a dream and a stranger. The couple had long known about Cor’s ability to see premonitions, possibly due to his closeness to Prompto. Though they were never vivid, just feelings and flickers of visions with undecipherable meaning. This one however, had stood starkly apart from the rest with strange whispers echos in the hollow void.
A wanderer in a colourless world, the frail back of an old man sitting alone in a dark room faces him. Bright rays of the sun filters in between the blinds but does little to brighten the sparse room.
“Death is a lonely passage all will take. Soon you will see, when you die with your regrets, they make poor companions, and even poorer guides.” The old man finally speaks. Cor freezes in his step right behind the aged armchair that looks close to falling apart.
“I thought I had found my purpose as I stepped into the battlefield as a boy.They were my only family for years. Yet I failed them too.”
“To complete my duty, I gave up everything. Even my own life and a family. All to obey and serve. In the end, I outlived my purpose, and even the children. Though in time, what do I have left? Do I even deserve to ask?”
Cor cannot speak, but is forced to listen to the regrets of a dying man.
Suddenly, in the corner of his eye, Cor spots them. Three old Insignia pins that have lost their shine sits on a coffee table.Cor recognises them as personal Royal Crests of the two Lucian Kings and one Lucian Prince. As well as a familiar and faded photograph of old friends. In his lap sits a forgotten pair of katanas that was once the man’s pride. Katanas he is intimately and utterly familiar with.
“What use is even there being an Immortal, if not to mock me for my failure to achieve nothing in this life?”
Cor hisses between his teeth as a chill runs down his back, the Marshal then breaks away from invisible chains and strides over to grab the shoulder of the stranger who laughs brokenly as a mirror of his eyes meet him half way. Eyes of a broken soul.
“For what good is a Sword that delivers but fails in his purpose? Huh? Corwin Leonis.”
The old Marshal grabs Cor’s hand. A striking pain in his head as a noise fills his ears and he lets go. Cor sees flashes of memories. A departing prince and his retinue including his son. A fallen Insomnia that burns, ruined and wasted, swarmed with daemons. The lifeless bodies of his brothers amongst the rubble. A lone Kukri without her master, that lays quietly amongst the rubble…
He recognises the beaded charm on the kukri just as the startling realisation leads him back into a waking world.
His body now covered in cold perspiration, his chest tight and heaving uncomfortably while his ears ring with white noise. Until Nyx’s sudden snores snap him back into reality, and he holds his oblivious husband snoring on his chest a little closer in self reassurance.
The Immortal Shogun is not superstitious be any means. But this? This shook him deep as a sense of dread unsettles the man to the core.
After the lapse in security years ago, even though Clarus is the head of the Crownsguard, Cor has since kept a tighter rein over the his own jurisdiction. The Marshal slowly planting eyes amongst the Lucian Council and the guards, especially those with connections. However, there is one place he cannot reach despite his seniority in rank and the fact his husband and his kin are there. The Kingsglaive.
It is precisely because his husband is a high enough figure in the Kingsglaive, he cannot risk endangering him either. To give him a possibility to doubt his own division might be a death sentence for him out on the field. No, the Marshal must find other ways if he were to try and dabble in Drautos’ domain without looking like he is.
Some time ago, he had turned down the request of young hunters in his network wanting to join the Kingsglaives to aid Lucis in its cause. The young ones,golden haired and full of freckles and life, reminded him too much of his own boy. Although now, tensions have escalated too quickly, their army shrinking with Niflheim drawing nearer to their borders. The increasing secrecy between Regis and Clarus… Cor then began to reconsider the possibilities and his options seriously.
Though for all his ability to calculate and plan ahead ever so meticulously in the battlefield and politics, the Marshal did not account for any of this at the end. Terrorists? Yeah. Niflheim to attack? No surprise. Bloody Drautos and half of the Kingsglaives, traitors? Cor curses the fucker and those turncoats to Pitioss and back, just so he can rip them apart himself.
He works alone more often than not, a necessary habit born from his duty to the crown and as the King’s Sword. However, his job requires him to command men under him as well. As a commander of the Crownsguard, Cor Leonis is no stranger to losing fellow soldiers and comrades. Although this time, he actually feels the chilling fear of loss nipping at his heels from a dark cold place.
Cor had argued with Regis and Clarus for a long time even after the Prince and his retinue had left. The air charged and the magic thickens in the room rapidly. Until the King of Lucis had slammed his fist down and darkly told Cor there was no room for negotiation. As Marshal, he can only obey his given orders. The Lord Shield silent and unmoving. In that moment, Cor Leonis can barely recognise the men he have come to call brothers. He simply gave a stiff salute, and departs.
The day of the treaty, he had been stationed at the borders helping with evacuation and holding off waves of Niflehiem infantry until a frantic Crowe slams into the Immortal Shogun in the midst of the panicking crowd. The mage that was declared AWOL now sporting a gruesome injury on her face as she reveals Titus Drautos as traitor with half of the Glaives. Her initial mission had been a trap. Cor had been unable to receive any news from the City, so when they hurried back into Insomnia, he dreads to think of the worst.
They stood by this reckless child alone on the battlefield and accepted him as their own. Titles and upbringing aside, they were the ones that raised him after he left home, cared for him in all his stupidity and stubbornness. Even after the disagreements in their group, Cid and Wesk still watches out for their youngest out on the field every now and then. Regis and Clarus, ever so supportive by his side as he had climbed the ranks, having his own family. Yet in the final moments he remembers of them were the barriers raised and built between…Where had it all gone wrong, Cor wonders.
There was a loud crack and Cor’s entire being froze. The sudden emptiness and a sharp shatter in the back of his mind as the power disappear from his bones. He sees Crowe frantically turning to him, alarmed. The connection with Regis’ magic had vanished in that instant. The Marshal fears his dark premonitions have come to pass. His beloved brothers were gone.
Until miraculously, they run straight into the very people they sought.
Cor makes a quick glance and his heart shakes. There was Regis and Clarus. Albeit worse for wear, especially the Shield. The Oracle with them as well. All accompanied by Libertus and the Glaives, who were crying in joy at seeing Crowe alive. Guardsman Fortis, as well as the young hunters he had sent in as spies. Cor felt the cool wash of relief come over him. Which was as fleeting as a moment as the stone drops in his gut once more.
“Where’s Nyx?”
The entire squad becomes quiet, neither willing to answer the higher ranking officer demanding to know where he was. Until he sees Regis’ worried eyes betraying their silence, as he follows his gaze to the battling statue of the Mystic and Diamond Weapon in the distance at the heart of disaster.
The Marshal blanks out. No more plans or any appropriate follow up, absolutely nothing. His hand mindlessly reaching for the precious beads he have taken with him before leaving home, hidden in the breast pocket close to his heart. A conflicting set of feelings fills him as he watches the battle continue on in a sea of flames. They both have sworn into duty, and his was to see the Royals’ safety. Yet he cannot bring himself to move.
Regis obviously notices his youngest brother’s still form and immediately knows. The King lets out a cry of withheld frustration. Before he pulled Cor’s leather coat open and all but ripped the Marshal’s Royal Insignia pin from inside. The symbol of him as his retinue and Marshal of Lucis.
An unofficial dismissal.
“I am but a fool who has been blinded for far too long. I will not stand for anymore needless sacrifices! There is a dozen of us here! We are fine! Go to him quickly, my brother! There’s time, his magic with the Lucii is still strong! HURRY! ” Regis grips on his shoulder tightly, hoping. There, Cor sees his older brother once again behind those strained eyes with a myriad of feelings and words unsaid.
“I-“
“Brat! I bloody swear-” Clarus chokes out from beside Pelna, struggling to face Cor. The older man still has fight in him yet. “-Hurry up and go!”
“The most precious gift is the freedom to choose in Life. How will your duty weigh against your heart that remains true?” A familiar voice whispers in the back of his mind, chiming with clarity. Words of a mother to her son. He never quite understood what prompted her to suddenly bequeath him those words in its entirety. Now he knows.
Cor needs not think more, he clasps his hand over Regis’ own on his shoulder and nods towards Clarus. A quiet acknowledgement between them and a promise, before Cor sprints ahead into the heart of chaos. His katanas cutting apart all that stood in his way.
Dawn slowly breaks when he finally finds him at long last. The Lucian spots his fallen husband amongst the remnants of destruction. Cor runs over his battered body and rummages a Phoenix Down with some Elixirs and cracks them over the wounds. Nyx is still breathing but so, so very weak. His left arm shaking and skin crumbling like ashes in the wind. The magic burns stands out like a grim reminder, taunting. Cor hugs his partner close, muttering soft galah in attempt to comfort the younger man in pain. Or are they more for his own shaken self? Cor is uncertain.
Until he notices in not far away, was bloody accursed Drautos clad in Glauca’s ruined armor.
The high commander of Niflheim’s corpse unmoving and still, with kukri lodge in his chest, its charm flittering in the wind. Cor snarls and lays Nyx down slowly, storming over to retrieve his husband’s beloved kukri back. The older soldier drives the blade in again, hard and deep, before he kicks the traitor in his ceaseless rage and screams. The wretched traitor deserves nothing. For he had been the source of suffering for so many. So much senseless grief, loss and death for years and years.
And now, here they are.
Cor stops reminiscing and slumps over his husband tiredly, careful not to jostle the wounds, resting his eyes while pressing his forehead against Nyx’s. All while keeping his palm steady after cracking another magic flask, with the cooling spell cast over Nyx’s injured arm, in faint hope that it eases the magic burns. The Galahdian’s left side utterly torn and destroyed by the power of the Lucii. His breathing shallow and pained. There is little he can do but wait for Nyx to awaken on his own.
“I’m sorry, I’ll do better. I swear.” Cor whispers softly in a sigh as his clan beads clink softly in its place under his shirt along with his dog tags, right near his heart.
In another life, Cor thinks he might have resigned to being alone, content with a life by himself and his swords. Fulfilling a simple purpose of a Marshal of Lucis. Forever serving the line of Kings. Even years earlier as a younger man, he never thought of another life other than one as a soldier. Yet now, he can barely picture one without his husband or his son beside him. Or one without his fellow brothers in all but blood. He has been granted love and he is now not afraid to love in return. Not when they had given him a better meaning to live. A stronger purpose rather than empty servitude for eternity.
He refuses to return being alone once more.
“You know, usually on tv the main character gives a kiss to the lover before rolling in the credits?”
Cor opens his tired eyes to meet the bright azure orbs he knows. The voice, scratchy and rough but laced with familiar humour. There he is. Finally.
“I though I told you that you need to stop being a damn hero. Why are you always so impulsive?!” Cor breathes shakily once he finds his own voice.
“I can say the same to you! I told you to stop doing shit alone, especially something big!”Nyx argues back, unwilling to back down even in exhaustion. “This is not something as simple as a confidential mission, Cor!”
“Yes, but not if it will get you killed!”
“Sorry but you aren’t getting rid of this lovely ass for a damn long time, babe.”
“Fuck you, Ulric. Just, fuck. You.”
“I d- Cor. Cor? What’s wrong? Haqabi…Wha-Hey, you’re seriously scaring me here… ” Nyx begins to struggle and sit up in panic and Cor has no idea why as his chest tightens in heaves. Until he feels Nyx pulling up his good hand towards his face and rubs the corners of his blurry eyes.
Ah.
A cool wave of relief washes over with a quiet ache, and Cor gladly lets all of his emotions take him.
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“Better?” Nyx asks carefully as they lay down together after a long while. With the older man buried against his not-so-messed-up side.
“Hn.” Cor grunts inaudibly into his shoulder, not meeting his eyes. The toll and exhaustion finally catching up with the Immortal.
Nyx tries to rub his back reassuringly, murmuring softly sweet nothings in galah tiredly. The dim lamp creaks as the quiet brings a lull which calms to their weary souls. Both exhausted and shaken by everything that has transpired. No matter what happens, they would have each other, and their little family.
Yet there are certain things that would never change between the two.
“Also I think I missed that sorry earlier? Can you repeat it? I think I didn’t hear it quite properly.”
Cor shoves his husband away as the younger man cackles between his painful hisses. Before the Lucian drags his gremlin over for a kiss to shut him up.
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Extra:
“I Am. Not. Moving! Over my dead body! Not until Cor is out!”
“But! Sir, your arm-“
“NO!”
“If we make them leave, we’re fucked, if we don’t make them leave, the Marshal will fuck us over.” Ladon Gyuri bemoans to his fellows over the angry Shield behind them.The old warrior positively fuelling on anger and spite at this point despite his gaping wound. “We’re dead.”
The comment earns him a smack and several curses from them all, “Don’t jinx us, idiot!”
Far along the highway with a hijacked truck, the exhausted crew remains in hiding. The King and Shield of Lucis are adamant in waiting for their youngest brother. Much to their guards’ dismay at their stubbornness.
After what seems like an eternity struggling with their charges, Crowe and Yuri, who were keeping a lookout from their perch on top of the truck, lets out a yell. A figure wandering down the ruined road leading out of Insomnia. No, two. One carried by the other.
Regis steps out of hiding and finally breaks into a smile for once in this entire disaster when he sees them.
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And there we go!The last long fic for this AU! TwT will beta read when i feel less terrible
edit: found a plot hole lol, *tosses Cor his damn magic flasks*
Song for this ficlet: FF8 Compression of Time, FF9 Rose of May (Cor’s JP VA is a may baby, the coincidence!)
#ffxv#final fantasy xv#kingsglaive#cor leonis#nyx ulric#regis lucis caelum#clarus amicitia#crowe altius#pelna khara#libertus ostium#mentions of prompto and chocobros#cid and wesk too#oc glaives#cornyx#literally the one thing i could not reconcile with#the lion the coeurl and the cub#older cor leonis
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A bowl of various fruits had been left on a table for Ravus as part of an afternoon snack and the lion cub had spotted it being put down. Padding over to the chair next to the side table, a paw nudged the metal bowl towards the edge till it clattered to the carpet below scattering the food around. Hopping back down, the animal began slowly picking off a few blueberries and a strawberry or two. He was already chewing a grape when he spotted Ravus in the doorway. "Want some? It's good!" His paw batted a lone grape toward the human. "Especially these things! They're great!"
Unprompted ask | Temporarily not accepting | @sixba
⋞⁘♔⁘⋟ Having been so focused in his afternoon duties, Ravus startled at the sound of the metal bowl colliding with the floor. If he were to be honest, he had completely forgotten about it's presence until the lion cub found it and took interest.
"No, no," he said, rising to stand. Walking over, he bent down to collect the bowl, placing the remaining grapes into it. "You can't have those. You can have all the rest, but not the grapes. They might make you have a stomachache." He assumed so, at least. If grapes were on the list of foods for felines and canines to avoid, surely that would apply to beasts such as lions and coeurls, right?
"You can have as many of the blueberries and strawberries as you like, but not the grapes." Setting the bowl on top of his desk, he cast Simba a pointed look to accent his seriousness on the matter. "I don't want you getting sick."
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Road Trip
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Honestly, the scream didn't really phase the cub much at all. He was used to it by now. The only reason he was inside the shop in the first place was that he had followed yet another customer inside, not to mention he was bored of waiting in the car for Ardyn to return. The scent trail had led him to...whatever one could even call this place. "Can I have some?" he asked eyeing the pastry in the human's hand. Another scream was heard, this time coming from a gangly red-haired teenager holding a broom as if to attack. "Y-you'd better leave, coeurl. I-if you know what's good for you..."
Simba stared at the teen in front of him with a half-lidded expression. Was he being serious? Well, so could he.
Within seconds, the lion cub growled fiercely, claws extended stalking his victim who was now backing towards the counter for protection accompanied by a few frightened yelps. To add to the game, the cub moved back to Ardyn's side as if to 'protect him' only daring to move whenever the associate showed themselves via popping up behind the counter’s edge. "This is fun!" he grinned. "Can we come back here sometime?"
Though he would admit not aloud Ardyn did find his enjoyment in the shopkeeper’s torment. The pitiful whimpers of false bravado. That occasional glimpse of a head foretelling the man’s desire for it all to just disappear without further interference. The man’s pleading eyes for: HELP.
However, those whimpers grew stale and annoying rather quickly. “Oh we might or why not try another establishment on the tour of the countryside?” See what how other attendants would react. Truly there were larger, greater fears to be had such as the monster that prowled during the night... and himself.
Still Ardyn gave a pleasant enough smile as he jauntily took the items he required from the store. While he not a fan of the junk foods on offer he did possess a weakness in pastries. “The fee for my services!” He announced to the shopkeep before leaving. He expected the cub to follow him to his car. After all there was a few opened jerky bits and chips for his obedience awaiting on the passenger seat.
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Today finds him in a pit stop in what could generously be described as the middle of nowhere. What is this to interrupt his enjoyment of a cheap pastry? The yell and scream of the meager shopkeep. But why? Ah there is the cub.
“Warned you have been of showing yourself in public. Many are not as easily accommodating as I.”
Honestly, the scream didn't really phase the cub much at all. He was used to it by now. The only reason he was inside the shop in the first place was that he had followed yet another customer inside, not to mention he was bored of waiting in the car for Ardyn to return. The scent trail had led him to...whatever one could even call this place. "Can I have some?" he asked eyeing the pastry in the human's hand. Another scream was heard, this time coming from a gangly red-haired teenager holding a broom as if to attack. "Y-you'd better leave, coeurl. I-if you know what's good for you..."
Simba stared at the teen in front of him with a half-lidded expression. Was he being serious? Well, so could he.
Within seconds, the lion cub growled fiercely, claws extended stalking his victim who was now backing towards the counter for protection accompanied by a few frightened yelps. To add to the game, the cub moved back to Ardyn's side as if to 'protect him' only daring to move whenever the associate showed themselves via popping up behind the counter’s edge. "This is fun!" he grinned. "Can we come back here sometime?"
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Shria Noykin - Character Profile
BASIC STUFF ––––
Age: 21
Birthday: 24th Sun of the 3rd Umbral Moon
Race: Au Ra - Xaela
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Marital Status: Single
Server: Balmung
IC Job/Class: Beastmaster (Yoshi P pls)
PHYSICAL APPEARANCE ––––
Hair: Dark brown that fades into a mossy green.
Eyes: Bright yellow
Height: 4′9″
Build: Fairly scrawny seeing as she's not the fighting type. She does have a little bit of muscle on her and can hold her own if needed. Can't be a pushover if you're wrestling with animals three times your size.
Distinguishing Marks: Shria doesn’t have any marks that would really stand out from anyone else. She does have some newer scars running down the length of her left upper arm.
Common Accessories: She often wears a necklace that has a few keepsakes from her various pets strung on it (feathers, claws, etc.)
PERSONAL ––––
Profession: She doesn’t really have a solid job at the moment. She does help out as a stable hand somewhere local in return for them allowing her to house some of her pets there.
Hobbies: Painting, hiding new pets from her mother (shhh don’t tell her), spending time with her younger sister.
Languages: Eorzean, Xaela, Lionstongue (adoptive tribe’s language)
Residence: She travels between the north where her tribe is and the Mist where her mother’s FC house is.
Birthplace: Unknown
Religion: Grew up believing in the patron goddesses of the Lion tribe - Menphina and Azeyma.
Patron Deity: Menphina and/or Azeyma (though she sometimes does not feel worthy of claiming them as patron deities)
Fears: Losing her family, harm coming to her pets and/or family, being left behind again, giant frogs.
RELATIONSHIPS –––-
Spouse: None (Yera would probably scare off anyone who even tries)
Children: Do animal children count??
Parents: Li’yera Aurel (Adoptive. Birth parents are unknown.)
Siblings: So many. None of them are blood related but that means nothing to Shria. Yera has so many children.
Other Relatives: Again. So many. She was adopted into a massive family.
Pets: Too many (in Yera’s opinion). Currently she has 2 coeurls (+ their 4 cubs), a hawk, a yol, a biast, and a small runt of a raptor. Shria has lived up to the Noykin namesake.
TRAITS –––-
Extroverted / In Between / Introverted
Disorganized / In Between / Organized
Close Minded / In Between / Open Minded
Calm / In Between / Anxious
Disagreeable / In Between / Agreeable
Cautious / In Between / Reckless
Patient / In Between / Impatient
Outspoken / In Between / Reserved
Leader / In Between / Follower
Empathetic / In Between / Apathetic
Optimistic / In Between / Pessimistic
Traditional / In Between / Modern
Hard-working / In Between / Lazy
Cultured / In Between / Uncultured
Loyal / In Between / Disloyal
Faithful / In Between / Unfaithful
ADDITIONAL INFORMATION ––––
Smoking Habit: Nope
Drugs: Nope
Alcohol: A tiny bit, but rare.
RP & CONTACT INFORMATION ––––
You can find hooks, OOC info, contact info, etc. all on Shria’s Carrd!
>> https://shria-noykin.carrd.co/ <<
#ignore the fact that some of Shria's carrd stuff isn't done yet#She was the last Carrd I worked on of the 4 I did so I was t i r e d#ic things#Shria#ffxiv#ffxiv rp
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the art i use for aulea’s “faceclaim” has a lot of pics of her with lion cubs or full grown lions and all i can picture now is aulea having a domesticated coeurl as a pet slkdgjlsdjgs.
#✦ —— mum’s the word ; it means shut the fuck up. ( ooc )#does that make sense? no. do i care? absolutely not.
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@r3zuri replied to your post “Look, I’m still thinking about this mini coeurl au thing, and I just...”
omg XD They gotta name her Marbles, obviously. This was so adorable, ahhh!!!!
(also, stop being so hard on yourself, this is easily better than 90% of the stuff that gets posted on ao3 daily)
Thanks! And LOL, you know, Marbles never occurred to me as the name for her. I was thinking they’d name her something pretty like Jasmine (I’m watching Secondhand Lions okay XD), but I can totally see them just giving up and settling on Marbles instead.
(And, wow, thank youuu! I’m trying to be easier on myself, I swear XD)
@tauriofthestorm replied to your post
Amazing!! Oh man Regis is going to have a heart attack when he realizes. Cor is just like 'omfg how do you not know what that is!?!?'
Thanks! Yeah, Cor is predicting so much stress and chaos coming from this XDD
@marmolita replied to your post
so cute!
Thank you! :D
@promptos-barcode replied to your post
jfaop;asjgklasbfgafa OMG THIS IS THE MOST ADORABLE THING EVER. I can't stop squealing, I love this so much!! Also I love the last bit with Cor, it's so perfect, Regis is going to be like "why didn't you warn me?!" to him when the cub starts growing up xD
AHH, thank you! I was legit giggling at the last bit SO much XD Regis is gonna end up doing the biggest facepalm of the century.
@ichigomooncutter replied to your post
Omg this is the cutest thing. I had a big, dumb smile on my face the whole time I read this. 10/10 would cute again.
Just had a thought that the coeurl would be so big that it would carry Noct by the neck of his shirt like he was the kitten.
Thank you!! And yes, I had the same thought! I keep getting mental images of her carrying him lol whether he likes it or not. I feel like she’s going to be such a mama coeurl with him XD
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Birthing day....
It was here. The day his Uldanian family had said was the day of his birth, 19 years ago and this would be the first year he spent it alone. Not that spending it with the family had been much but at least he had gotten to take part in eating a huge cake his boy received for his own birthing day. Worrying his lip as he waited for the shop to open the short red Miqo’te tried not to think back on his old life. It was hard sometimes to know that he wasn’t welcome back there anymore but since his boy was now gone he figured there was no reason for him to be there. Soft feminine murmurings started to fill the practically empty lane known as Hawker’s Alley in Limsa. It was here that he had found the best cakes he had ever tasted and they were so beautiful too with all their intricate decorations and designs.
As soon as he saw the old couple the red lion’s tail started to sway back and forth like an excited dog. Today he was finally going to try for one of the more beautiful cakes, the ones that were made especially for celebrating ones birth. Watching eagerly as they unpacked the small cart the two women had brought with them, lining the stall with the pastries, cookies and cakes. They all looked so good and beautiful. When they were done the smaller of the two noticed him and gave a familiar smile. “Jaylene dear, our little cat has come back.” Both women came to the side that he slowly approached though not as quickly as he had originally thought he would. The red Miqo’te had worked hard the past few days whittling small trinkets from driftwood and scraps of wood from old broken down stalls. All together he had 4 small shapes inside the leather pouch and he had been so proud of them thinking they would bring a great price. Now though he was hesitant and not so sure of his work. Nervously he untied the pouch from his waist and placed it on the counter, his blue eyes looking unsure and worried.
“Oh my, you brought so many today, you must be really hungry or you want something special?” Said the one named Jaylene. Nodding slowly and looking up with questioning eyes he waited until she looked over the small wood carvings. There were two AuRa warriors riding Steppe ponies, a large lion with a full mane and then two coeurl cubs playing. Each carving had detail, it wasn’t done by a master crafter obviously but there had been great care given to each and it was very noticeable. “Well why don’t you show me what you have worked so hard for, what is you want hun?” Jaylene watched the small Miqo’te look up, the uncertainty reflected rather clear in those bright blue eyes. Raising a hand he slowly pointed to their top shelf at one of the more lavish cakes, it was small still but so many pretty decorations and colors were put into it. “Oh my, that one? You know that is a special cake for--” She stopped and put her hand to her mouth, a smile on her lips peeking out behind her fingers. “Is...is it your birthday sweety?”
Before the Miqo’te could even react the one who had originally offered him a cake just over a few months ago, pushed her mate aside gently. “Here sweetheart” reaching up she took the cake and placed it into a small box and laid it on the counter. Moving back to the trinkets she put them back into their pouch and placed it gently on top of the box. “There, consider that our gift to you. Now you go wash up at the docks and find somewhere nice to have your birthday cake...okay?” Standing with eyes wide and mouth open the young Miqo’te just stared until he got a shooing motion from both giggling women. Finally his warm smile came back to his lips and he nodded, bowing frantically a few times before taking both the cake and pouch and heading for the docks.
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Cats are predators so maybe having a pack would work. But what if you had a pack of jungle cats like lions, tigers, panthers etc. I can imagine you raising them from a young age and have them grow into fierce hunters. And maybe cuddle the tiny cats
See, that’s exactly what I’m saying. Any cat’s reaction to a daemon would basically be “I’m going to eat that,” while the daemon’s going to look at a domestic cat and dismiss it as completely nonthreatening. UNTIL IT’S TOO LATE. And I’m definitely down for raising a pack of jungle cats, but do you really think they need my help? I think they’ve got the hunting thing down already. ….I won’t say no to a tiger cub though.
Hey maybe after everything is over I’ll go steal a coeurl baby and see if I can raise a tame one. That would be AWESOME
#ask the cats#cats#gladiolus amicitia#gladiolus#ffxv#final fantasy xv#character journal#character blog#ignisapproved#promptodiary
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FFXV AU: Wanderer of Time
Another crystal shatters, Prompto Argentum falls from the blow back of energy. Orbs of flickering souls gather around him, almost in comfort as the blond chokes on his coughs and struggles to get up. His breaths broken and spirit in shatters. The endless fields of black sylleblossoms dances around him mournfully with faint illusions of strange figures. Silent and observing in unnatural stillness.
Prompto had ran out of time in this run. The Farseer curse had awoken and took over as he turned 20, Luna consumed and daemonified just as Noct was taken by Bahamut. Again.
Just how many more times must he watch his friends and family die?
Prompto curls into himself, his body shaking as he reins in the empty ache and tears. Why did he even do this? To try and play god? Then he was no different from Bahamut or the Astrals at this rate, playing with the lives of others. Here he is, foolishly and naively thinking he could easily turn the fates of his friends.
Four gentle lights of souls wander closer to him, the ghostly trails grazing across his skin with a cold touch. Prompto peeks over his arm and slowly reaches out to the souls, holding them close like a warm flame bringing solace on long and bitter night.
Noct. Iggy. Gladio. Luna.
“Your conviction is wavering.” Etro states as she stands before him amongst the blooms in a formless spectral of light. A soul hovers close to the God’s distorted illusion, her haunting voice flowing across her fields.
“No! Not giving up.I have come too far to simply just give up now.” Prompto argues back, the orbs flickering apart as he stands. If Prompto were to give in now, then everything will truly be lost. He had come to the realisation too late that the gamble with the lives and fate of everyone he loves had been too huge. If he were to fall now…their souls will die along with him, lost in the sea of time. Doomed by him forever.
He breathes and the dim crystal fragments slowly gather around him. Prompto grabs hold of one to his heart, ignoring the deepening cut it leaves on his palm as his blood flows. Etro’s phantom slowly dances around her chosen, the magic surrounding them thickens. While the shimmery illusion of strangers began to sing a forgotten song for an impossible dream. The Farseer then calls upon the souls to him, allowing a new crystal to cocoon around him with Etro. Ready to immerse into the flow of a new timeline.
He will keep going.
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Crossing the distant night,
Wandering the desert sea.
The voice of god is a mirage;
The forgotten people.
The white shadow flickers and stands;
For one moment, an illusion.
A hero's dream, burning blue,
The people, sleeping forever.
- FFVI, Wanderer of Time
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Aaaand thats it!A prequel of sorts to wrap up The Lion, the Coeurl and the Cub AU. Thank you guys for reading. Had lots of fun, its great to have you guys here :D
Song for this ficlet: FF6 Wanderer of Time, FFXV unreleased track Prompto’s theme
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FFXV AU: The Little Things
In which the young glaives all share 1 braincell with an overactive imagination during down time and ends up with a beautiful misunderstanding. Please note that they are also, unreliable narrators.
Borderline OOC crack because this group is wild like that and I needed something stupid, hence this ficlet.I’m going to go back into my hiding hole now.
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“I’ve figured it out.”
“What?”
“You are dating a criminal.”
Nyx spits out his beer, and glares at Libertus,“ What- Libs?!”
“Its either that or you became a sugar baby.” Libertus declares darkly.These are the things you never wish to tear out of your childhood friend. However, considering all the meagre bits that Libertus can squeeze out of Nyx, it was the only logical conclusion he could get.
Nyx Ulric stares at his old friend and comrade dumbly like he’s stupid.
Here in their quiet corner at Yamachang’s, the crew of four are decompressing after yet another deployment. The Galahdian owner himself too busy yelling at his neighbouring vendor for tripping his power cable, again.
“Huh.That sounds retarded but kinda makes sense. ” Crowe wonders aloud blinks with a brow raised at Nyx, who is blinking at Libertus’ outrageous declaration stupidly. Her interest peaked, before taking out her cell and typing in something. Pelna though, has blanked out completely.
“What are you doing?” Libertus turns to her and peers over her shoulder. “The hell!? Crowe!”
“Moogling how to get him a fake passport and ID out. Lestallum sounds safe. Or maybe we should get plastic sur-“
“No! We’re not doing that! We’re Glaives and thats illegal!” Libertus snaps and slaps down the young mage’s phone on the table,“I just want to tell you, I’ve connected the dots anyway-” The bigger Galahdian replies blandly.
“You’ve connected shit. What are you idiots up to?” Luche calls out as he joins the crew along with a couple of other Glaives in tow.
“We’re talking about our Hero’s mysterious lover.” Pelna starts. A few whistles and laughter rose at that.
“And we also think that he’s dating a criminal.”
Silence drops before chaos breaks out amongst the platoon.
“Just-hold on! How did we even get to this conclusion?!” Nyx yells at the group who starts up a heated debate.
“Okay, hear me out. So-“ Libertus pauses for a swig, “You only told us that he’s a dude, earns enough, their job makes them travel, a rather good fighter and quite a looker and YES. I . Know. Your standards. AND! We know he might have killed a man or two. So, you put A and B, you get a damn criminal-”
“You get shit! When did you see him kill someone huh!?” Nyx jabs a pointy skewer violently over, which Libertus simply shoves away.
“He’s not denying he CAN kill!” Someone shouts from the back, earning them a finger from Nyx.
“You got us all drinks when we went to the new club! The hostess came to you and went all ‘Hey handsome! Courtesy of your sweetheart’! And you took it with thanks! Like, you knew all along we had free drinks coming!”
“Weren’t you drunk on the floor by then? Also, I’m not going to be turning down free shots even if they are from someone else!”
“Didn’t the same hostess tell us not to take both trays, said the other one was for the VIP table next door and its spiked, and we all laughed?” Minos, one of Nyx’s fellow kinsmen, mutters wryly and receives sudden attention from the Glaives who fall silent once more.
“Oh so Nyx’s sugar daddy was the one who bought us drinks?” A new glaive, pipes up while munching on a cracker.
“Thats it?! Thats your takeaway from all this? Not the fact that Nyx’s sugar daddy bought us Glaives shots and poisoned the civvies next door?” Kaia, one of the Galahdian ladies, barks grimly.
“What?!” Now even Luche looks constipated, and Luche doesn’t give a shit about anything outside of work.
“Will you please stop calling him that?! We both share the expenses!” Nyx groans, mentally exhausted with this lot who are all ignoring him in favour of something juicier.
“I’m was going to take a piss and saw some of the VIPs next table. Then I saw some were on News at 9 the next day, said that their death is still pending investigation. I checked. Its some rich bloke and a private banker involved in some money laundering thing and stuff awhile ago. ” Minos finally lays out his findings to his audience.
“C-Could it be just a coincidence?” Pelna, ever the optimist.
“See! Criminal! You can’t tell me all this secrecy is normal!” Libertus exclaims helplessly.“Then that one place you went for a date-“
“I knew it! So you lot really were the ones that stalked me then?! Ifrit’s bloody dick, what the fuck is friendship even at this point?!” Nyx throws his hand up in frustration and glares at his platoon.
“We were worried, dumbass.” Crowe rolls her eyes and sips her soda. “Though I have to admit, you managed to shake us off every time. Can’t even even track your partner either, like he’s never there whenever we tried to stake him out. Impressive.”
“That’s not the point! The point is that we found out that area you went for your date down by South Gate is run by Lucian gang members. Legit, proper, fucking, gangsters who doesn’t give a shit about the law! You had told us that your boyfriend said it was a place run by a ‘family friend’!” Libertus yells, earning them another round of roars from their comrades.
“It was! And the food is actually good!” Nyx tries retort but the Glaives are not having it.
“You don’t just simply vanish from a Kingsglaive! Or get connections like that! Libs is right! I bet he is a gang leader!” one of the glaives yells.
“Am I the only one paying attention to the fact its a restaurant run by a gangster?” Pelna mutters dryly to Crowe beside him.
“The people there have mad tats tho. Gotta say I like the fancy design they got going-”
“Crowe. Please.”
“ALRIGHT! That’s it. Either I’m leaving or I get wasted, I should not be sober for this shit.” Luche grumbles like the wet blanket he is and turns to help himself to a crate of beer from the back of the stall along with a couple of fellow Galahdians.”I don’t care who you’re fucking, Ulric! As long as it doesn’t become a problem for us or affects you out there on the field!”
The rest of the group turns to Nyx.
“What can I say? I like to live dangerously on the edge.”Nyx deadpans back as a retort, knowing he cannot argue back at these group of morons anymore at this point.
“I don’t think I want to know more really. In case I do get arrested, so I can legitimately tell them I know nothing.” Pelna finally gathers what sanity he has left hanging at long last and shakes his head. A few Glaives grunt in agreement, considering their status as refugees working in a less than welcoming city, before heading up to get their order from Yamachang.
“Let’s be real, even if he is a criminal, Nyx is a big boy, he probably can stab him first before anything happens.” Crowe tries to convince them as they began to settle down and dig into their supper instead. “Also, I’m gonna have to see how we can get you a fake ID, lover boy. You caught yourself in a mess, so just be careful, yeah? Even if we can’t kill him, I can help you have a Plan B.”
“Wow. Comforting.” Nyx replies dryly.
“You make your own choices but do look after yourself, my brother, please. Though I will admit, you look happier since you started dating. Don’t get hurt, if not, we really are going to go rogue and find a place to bury the guy.” Libertus sighs heavily, swinging an arm around his old friend.
“Thanks. Love you assholes.” Nyx huffs while the gang starts becoming rowdy once more.
“Love you too, Hero.”
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Nyx finally arrives home at ass o clock, but not really all that wasted. Not after lugging Libertus’ whole ass back to his own apartment, which was enough to sober him up throughly. The young soldier heads up the stairs, careful not to make a noise. He stops by Prompto’s room and checks on the little one, tucking in carefully his chocobo duvet before heading back to the bedroom. He takes a shower and notices the fresh pair of his sleeping pants left by the side of the bath. Nyx smiles and puts it on, before tossing the towel over into the laundry basket. He would get to it tomorrow on his rest day.
Nyx switches off the audio system playing softly and wriggles in under the covers, squirming into his sleeping boyfriend’s hold. Cor gives an annoyed grunt and holds down the restless Galahdian trying to burrow a hole into his shoulder. Nyx finally stops once he is comfortable.
“Cor?”
“Mmngn.”
“Love you. Even if you are a criminal.”
“…I- What?”
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A quiet Crowe, a dissociating Pelna and a nervous Libertus dressed in plains clothes sits on the cushions in a fancy restaurant, feeling exceptionally out of place. The private room decorated in fine pinewood and foreign paintings on its doors. The bamboo in the garden fills the place with a peaceful sound. Yet neither of the Glaives are feeling the zen. Each staring at their hands silently until a stoic lady hands a menu to their host while a waitress serves up some refreshments. The intricate and colourful tattoos visible from the collar and sleeves of the lady’s elegant garbs when she leaves the room. The trio tries their best to refrain from staring at the supposedly high ranking member of the Lucian underground society.
“You may find grilled eel decent, Nyx seems to enjoy it. I personally would recommend bluefin tuna.” The Marshal remarks, glancing at the paper with the seasonal menu of the day quietly. Before he takes the bottle and pours out some for his fellow guests, but pauses to give the underage mage a sparkling juice instead.
“Y-yes sir. Um,” Libertus starts uncomfortably. Out of all the people, of course Nyx just had to go big and date the Immortal, their superior officer and the Lion of Lucis. He’s a Ulric, and they do nothing in halves. “May I ask why…?”
“We did skip a lot of the usual traditions in a marriage, in both Lucian and Galahdian. It matters little to me, but Nyx takes family very seriously, and you three are the closest to that for him. It won’t do for him to miss out on a proper family dinner in your customs. Especially now that you know about our relationship and Prompto.” Cor explains, his arms crossed over his chest once he hands them a delicate cup each.
“I-I see.” Libertus mummers softly, as he remembers that the chocobo chick they have adopted into their community is actually a Leonis. Though he is also somewhat surprised and glad to see a Lucian taking care to note of their Galahdian traditions. They pick up the offered refreshment with a bit more ease now.
“This way at least his own kinsmen will not think he has gone on to elope with a criminal either.”
The Glaives chokes on their sake just as Nyx arrives in casually with young bubbly Prompto bouncing by his side, oblivious to the prior tension in the room.
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A/N: Cor is just being a lil shit here, messing with his ‘in-laws’. While trying to observe both Lucian and Galahdian customs that he vaguely, somewhat, remembers. Does Cor really know the yakuza? Can the glaives outwit the Marshal? I leave what exactly happened in this fic up to your interpretation.
#ffxv#ffxv au#kingsglaive#final fantasy xv#nyx ulric#crowe altius#libertus ostium#pelna khara#luche lazarus#the galahdian glaives are back!#they are in their early twenties or younger here#unrealiable narrators#cor and prompto towards the end#cornyx#the lion the coeurl and the cub
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FFXV AU: To Be Better
TW: references to depression and some racism, just a heads up.
Everyone has their own ways to cope or varied paths of healing. Just to let you all know you are okay and doing alright.If you are not, and its a bad day thats okay.Step back awhile. Baby steps!
prompts: ( recovery / day off )
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CRASH!
Nyx jumps at the sound, startling him out of whatever stupor he was in. The Glaive had been blanking out since he had arrived home, flopped over, uncaring for the dirt and grime staining the bed. His platoon had fallen. They lost the stronghold. Another area taken by the enemy. More comrades, fellow brothers and sisters in arms…gone. Nyx barely remembered anything afterwards from the moment they were extracted from the battle site. The Glaive was not even sure how he made it home safely. Sure, he has been trying to cope and he has been better. But some days like this, he would just be…bad.
“…Prom..? Prom!”
The Galahdian suddenly remembers the child and rushes out of his room to where the sound came from. Half sliding, half warping into the kitchen where he finds his son cooking. Only that one of the bowls of soup now lay pathetically on the floor, shattered.
“Ah, Baba? Sorry…did I wake you?” That does not sound right. It was not the usual cherry tone of his cub Nyx had come to know.
“Hey kiddo, no, no, you-you okay?” Nyx asks softly, and winces hearing his own hoarse voice. The clock on the oven showing a glaring 11:39PM. Fuck, how long had he been out of it in his own damn head? The man steps over the shattered fragments to Prompto and pats the boy’s head and froze. Before he quickly pats his hand on his child’s forehead and neck-
“Shit! Cub, you’re burning up! Why didn’t you say anything?”
“You…you weren’t feeling good. Didn’t wanna disturb you.”
Ahhhh, fuck. Nyx, you’re an ass. Get your damn shit together.
Cor was away on another mission just as Nyx had came back from his. However the Galahdian had been in a somber mood since he entered the front door. Prompto knew immediately that something had went wrong beyond the Wall. The intuitive boy asks nothing, knowing that Nyx needs time to recover after a bad mission like this.
“Come on kiddo, you are burning hotter than the Meteor here. Wait a minute here. We’re going to the hospital.”
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Nyx is this close to throttling someone so bad. The only thing stopping him is that he actually needs a damn proper medical practitioner.
“Look, lady.The kid has his citizen card, I have my citizen card, he’s not feeling great and seriously needs a doctor now.” Nyx tries to reason again, despite being this close to pulling his hair out.
“And I said plenty of times, the child is a minor. Unless you are his parent you may register him for a consultation.” The pointy woman retorts dryly, without even bothering to look at their identification. As if she cannot be bothered with the two visitors.
Nyx was already feeling like shit and now he has to deal with this ridiculous and pointedly racist woman being rude. He had noticed her eying his uniform and Prompto the moment they had entered the reception lobby. How the hell is this person still a nurse? He just needs to do this simple thing for his kid and he feels helpless-
“Baba?” Prompto has waddled over from the seats, tugging on his coat weakly.Before starting a series of coughing fit.
“Hey cub, sorry, this is taking a while, they-“Nyx pauses but chooses to be truthful to his son as he pats his back,” they need your dad to register you for a doc.”
“But, you are my dad?”
“In the system kiddo.” Nyx whispers quietly. They know in the general system Prompto is under a non-existent Argentum foster family. Unlike Cor, Nyx has no power or authority on top of the fact he and his son are obviously of foreign descent. In worse case scenario, he might have to find Major Elshett or Major Ackers, but that will just trigger one Lord Amicitia, who will inform the King and-
Prompto narrows his eyes in a squint at Nyx as if he cannot process Nyx’s dilemma at all. The boy proceeds to scrunch his face eerily like Cor, annoyed, before pulling their ID cards from Nyx’s hand, stretches upwards on his toes and tries his best to not slap them on the counter.
“Ma’am, you may check my records. Please.” Prompto does this best to be polite but the sick child is clearly tired and at the edge, with irritation laced in his tiny voice. “My emergency contact is listed as Nyx Ulric.”
“This-“
“What’s the matter out here, Brenda?” An elderly nurse steps out from the back and asks after hearing the long commotion. As the nurses have their own discussion in their little bubble, Nyx turns his attention to the sickly child, holding the exhausted boy close while readjusting the cooling patch on his head.
“Prom, when was I placed as your emergency contact officially?”
“Dad did it once you moved in with us. Put your name in my citizen log. Said it was ‘just in case something stupid happens’.” Prom mumbles into the Galahdian’s neck sleepily, coughing even more. “That was scary. Don’t like being angry.”
Cor Leonis, you sneaky shit. Nyx makes a mental note to remind his other half that he needs to keep him in the loop about these things too damn it.
“Was I too mean?” Prompto asks softly.
“I think you did good. Assertiveness is a good look for you cub. You knew what to do and I’m so proud of you.”Nyx smiles gently.
“You too, baba. You know, I’m glad you are better now. You’re doing good too.” Prompto trails off sleepily.
Nyx stops rubbing his sticky blond locks, the boy’s careful words had held nothing but pureness. His heart suddenly feeling lighter as the young soldier watches over his child.
Etro’s grace, what good karma had he earned in his past life to deserve such goodness?
As they sat back down at the seats so Prompto may rest, Nyx realised that the boy is staring blankly into space. As if he’s watching something beyond the empty hospital lobby. Out of concern, he pats him gently.
“Prom? What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.”
“You know if you are uncomfortable you can tell us?”
“Mmhm. Yeah.”
“Mr Ulric?” The elderly nurse suddenly calls out to Nyx, interrupting their chat,”my apologies, please bring your child and come this way, I will page for a doctor to attend to you as soon as possible. Follow me please.”
“Thank you, ma’am.” Nyx lets out a sigh of relief.
Finally.
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It was morning when they returned home. With Prompto’s fever back to manageable levels and given a couple of prescriptions.
Both father and son cleaned themselves up the best they could, trying to get some semblance of normal before huddling quietly in Prompto’s single sized bed. Both surrounded by dozens of chocobo plushies, sharing a tub of strawberry yogurt and some instant porridge in a cup. Just spending time talking about little things that come to mind. They probably need to clean up the mess in the house but they are both exhausted to even move, it will do for now. They will deal with it together when they are ready.
Of course, they also made a promise not to tell Cor of last night’s disaster. They love the older Leonis, but Astrals know the man can and will be unbearable at times, fussing over them both until he deems fit. The world will never know but even if the Marshal does not articulate much, it is through his own little ways that he cares, albeit sometimes a little overbearing, a little extreme. An overprotective lion.
When Nyx wakes up again, its late as he lay there watching the sun set from his spot out of the window. Prompto in a deep restful sleep beside him, snoring softly. Nyx is off duty for the next couple of days and even if not, he would just call in sick. Most of the crew that returned would anyway with that disaster of a mission. But Nyx does not want to think of the past that cannot be changed anymore.
Last night cannot happen again, Nyx tells himself. He swears he will get better. He wants to be better. It will not be a smooth path but he will be alright.Its time he really start to moving forward. Even if he should stumble again, he knows there are people around him that has his back. Like this tiny boy before him who had brought the light into his dreary, bleak life.
So long as he had strength in him, he will keep fighting. For his family, his home and himself. He will keep fighting so they may live in a safer world by his side.
But for now? He will rest with his son and greet the new day a stronger man.
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“-And in our evening news tonight! Insomnia West General Hospital will be taken over by a new board of directors. This is in line with the recent scandal of Health Minister and Councilman Jace, with an audit and investigation been called amongst all of the staff for suspected-“
“Oh.” Nyx lowers his book and blinks from his spot on Cor’s lap at the tv. The men having a rare day off together and spending time in each other’s company.
“What’s wrong?” Cor asks, fiddling with his braids idly as he continues to squint at the foreign words in Nyx’s book. All in Old Galah.
“Nothing just…oh.”
“Hm.”
Nyx slowly sits up, and eyes the Lucian wearily.
“…Cor. This-You don’t happen to know something, do you?”
Cor flips the page for him lazily, only to stare at more foreign characters.
“I have no idea what you are talking about. I am just an ordinary Crownsguard.”
“…”
#ffxv#ffxv au#final fantasy xv#nyx ulric#prompto argentum#cor leonis#some random insomnians#nyx is healing but not okay#cornyx#the lion the coeurl and the cub
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FFXV AU: To Lead
*yeets*
Once again I apologise for plot holes and this super long ficlet. *plays long long man bgm*
prompts : ( loyalty / magic )
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“Ulric, its been decided. You are in charge of the Kingsglaive now.”
Stillness in the air. Cries of the wildlife in a distance. Silence.
Nyx bursts into a maniacal laughter aloud. It was long enough that Cor himself was starting to be concerned. The other Glaives and Guards are gobsmacked by the display. Regis simply blinks. While Clarus just looks tired, the lack of an arm did little to change his dour mien.
“Cor, my heart, what did you give me? This is some good shit, its making me high as fuck.” Nyx turns towards the Marshal, returning back to his native tongue in his relaxed state.The younger man leaning into his husband’s abdomen to bury his bursts of laughter. “I think I just heard the King telling me I’m gonna look after the group of idiots now.”
“You heard right. You just got promoted. Congratulations.” Cor replies in his stilted galah and pats his back.
“Damn! Faster than I had thought!” Oles Hali, one of Nyx’s glaives that had protected the King during the attack in Insomnia, curses and slaps over his gil to Crowe. The one eyed mage is absolutely gleeful, keeping her windfall while giving her newly promoted Captain a gracious salute. At least one of them is coping well with their injuries.
To be fair, Nyx was just minding his own business, resting outside the caravan. The mix of elixir, potions and medicines making him drowsy in the desert heat, as he desperately tries to ignore the incessant itch of his healing scars and his sticky skin making his borrowed hammerhead tee feel uncomfortable.
In their bargain with the Kings of Yore, the magic embedded in the Ring had tried to absorb his life. Yet miraculously, a warm light steadily fills in his mind’s eye and the Lucii had backed off in an instant like a spooked beast. There was nothing, until the voice of the Founder King booms in the ears of King and Glaive.
“Thy soul has been claimed by divinity. A power older than the stars. Kings bow to none, but in her presence, all must yield before her grace. There may be salvation yet. Not just for the line of Lucis, but for all of Eos. Now. Wield our might, Keeper, if you can.”
All that is left as proof of the exchange, was a wide messed up web of magic burns that reached up his neck. The lines darkening, but you can see a slight sparkle at an angle, as if a reminder that this phenomenon was unnatural in itself. But he is alive, so he will gladly take that without looking at the gift Spiracorn in the mouth.
The prince and his party had already left with Cor once the Ring have been safely put in Noctis’ keep, immediately setting out to seek the Royal Tombs. The Royal heirloom oddly docile and quiet after Nyx’s had borrowed its power. Although they choose to take no chances, popping the Ring into a tiny satchel and tucked away.
The Marshal is still pissed at his King and Shield what happened prior to the Fall and the fact Regis and Clarus have kept them and the children in the dark about this entire truth of the ‘prophecy’. He was not there for the yelling but Prompto has assured him that it was nothing short of ’terrifying’. However, personal reservations aside, the grumpy man still carries on with his duty. The Kingsglaives are taking turns with others to round up the remaining Glaives and possible traitors. A few other Crownsguards like Petra Fortis are patrolling around Hammerhead.
Despite Cid’s complaints they were freeloading, the old mechanic knows it is necessary. The King may have cut all of his magic to his men, but the cover of his supposed death may not last long.
Out of nowhere, King Regis, now dressed in normal commoner clothes with an old moogle cartoon shirt, settles into the chair next to him with his cane. Clarus slumps into the seat on his other side in a dancing cactuar patterned tee. Both Lucians boxing the Galahadian in place. Crowe and Oles keeping a slight distance, standing by quietly and alert.
Nyx is not entirely sure how. Ever since the fall and the loss of the Wall and Crystal, it is evident not only is the King a lot healthier, but his demeanour and mood had lightened considerably. As if the loss of the Crystal had returned the King to the man he remembers. Although it is obvious that the monarch is greatly worried over the prince and said Prophecy plus Astral what nots that Nyx still does not understand completely to this day.
Poor Noctis had been so distressed and hurt, but Regis himself was equally trapped between a rock and a hard place. The prince, doomed to die for his people and a king forced to sacrifice himself and those under his rule and care… What twisted fate is this? However it seems now that his ancestors have deemed otherwise. Multiple variations of the Prophecy have been delivered that even the Oracle herself is greatly confused. So which is of it IS true? Must the Lucis Caelums and whole of Eos meet such an end?
But now is not the time to deal with the divine. They have an enemy to fight first. They will claim the Royal arms and the astrals’ blessings to reclaim their homeland. This prophecy and Starscourge can damn well wait on its ass till they are all well and ready.
It was this unusual sight that greets Cor, who had returned from his trip with the younger party searching for the nearby royal tomb. After making sure his hunter contacts would be helping his son and friends, he can now focus on his duties. Yet there they were, his brothers and his husband making small talk about nothing. Until Regis decides to dive into the crux of the subject and his purpose here.
When the King’s decree had finally sink in for the Galahdian, is when Nyx starts to feel a growing anxiety setting in.
“Why???”Nyx blinks, keeping his breathing as evenly as possible.
“Well, your loyalty to the crown for one.” Clarus grunts out, the heat and his own injuries making the old Shield even more irritable than before. “The fact that you had commandeered the remaining glaives, thwarted the ploys of a bunch of traitors’, took down Drautos to protect us with the Ring at the risk of your life…Do I need to go on?”
“Does the fact that I took things into my own hands and had a bunch of men and women following me rather than your designated chain of command not concern you??” Nyx retorts without pause.
“Nyx. Really. We have known you for years. Together with Cor no less.”
“We all knew Drautos for many damn years too, Sir.”
“Bugger was a good actor I’ll give him that.”
“How about the fact I had my men running their own investigation and literally snuck into the treaty room and-“
“All in all, in the end, it had all worked out. This decision was not made without much deliberation, Ulric. Besides, who’s putting all that extra details in a report? Most certainly not any of us here.” Regis interrupts with a soft chortle.”Therefore, congratulations Nyx Ulric. Or I should say, Captain Ulric.”
Nyx sinks deeper into his seat in confusion.
Later that evening, several hours later, Nyx wanders over to the King’s table, still in a daze.
“ No procedure or anything? I’m promoted just like that? ”
“Hmm…You have magic still in part due to the Ring, but it is best to get the proper ritual done. Since we don’t know how gracious my ancestors can be. Also quite necessary for our men to wield magic once again. But a promotion ceremony… Well, do you want that?”
“No.”
“YES!” Libertus’ voice echoes from a distance with Crowe giving a thumbs up but Nyx gives them a dirty look.
“There you have it.” Regis smiles, resuming his pleasant supper of a greasy, sloppy sandwich from Takka’s.
Nyx blanks out for a minute before he quickly turns and stomps into the wilderness, where he lets out a long yell. Which startled some of the resting Crownsguards. Cor scowls at the innocent looking King before going after the younger man.
The Lucian had barely gotten his husband back and he just wants to keep him in one piece.
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“I can’t do it.” Nyx mutters almost inaudibly into the Lucian’s shoulder, straddling and slumped against his partner. In his frustration, the two had wandered to a nearby haven in bid to calm down from everything. Its been a long while since the Fall that they were able to find some time to be alone to process the chaos.
“You can. You already are doing it, Nyx. Have been. In case you haven’t notice.” Cor mummers back softly, pressing a kiss on the side of his temple.
“This is different.“
“Professionally speaking, you’re doing good considering the entire shitshow.” Cor pats his back “Only thing different is more paperwork. If nothing works, just yell at them. Never fails.”
“I’m also still pissed about the shit you pulled without telling me.”
“I thought we were done with that discussion?”
“This is where we are now in our marriage, digging up old feuds.”
“And I had apologised just as you did for your thick headed impulsiveness. You really want to pick a fight now?”
“…”
Nyx simply remained silent afterwards. He knows that Cor knows he is just being difficult without meaning to as he sorts things out in his own head.10 years of commitment and the man would a complete idiot to not recognise his own husband’s defensive behaviours. Just as Nyx knows how to deal with his husband’s own brand of bullheadedness. The couple staying in each other’s embrace, allowing themselves to be until the sky brightens and dawn greets them. Where Nyx finally gets up on his feet, pulling his spare uniform from the armiger.
Cor just watches him fix his uniform quietly. Before the Galahadian turns and pointedly looks his hair and back to his husband. Cor nods and quietly takes his dark locks and began to braid them. A part of their morning ritual from home. Its routine and familiar, grounding them to what they inherently know.
Nyx still think’s he is not ready, the shoes of a leader too big for him to fill still, but he is going to damn well try.
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After a quick settlement of their own disagreements with each other once and for all ( read : fighting it out till they drop ), both Cor and Nyx sat down with Regis and Clarus. Now is no longer time for anymore secrets, and to lay everything they know on the table and separate the problems. The first was the Empire. The second was the Starscourge and Prophecy. The third were the obviously conflicting lies given to the King and the Oracle by Bahamut and the Astrals. Once they decided on a plan of action, the commanders set to work.
Despite all his protests and misgivings about being the new Commander of the Kingsglaive, once Nyx settled into a proper headspace, the man got down right to it.
The new Captain then quickly summoned every glaive, the remnants of their division for a meeting further out in Leide’s wilderness. First things first, he settles the rumours of his new status. Should anyone be against him as leader, considering the previous one was a traitor, they may approach and challenge his worthiness. Though to nobody’s surprise, none came forward.
Nyx also made it visibly clear, he knows some are unwilling to stay. The King is willing to let them retire from service but by no means abandoning them. There were many other factors in play leading to the Fall and there were greater powers in play, his inability to keep the Wall up much longer, Insomnia would have fallen eventually. As well as the Prophecy which Regis has divulged after the Fall. However, now without the Wall, the King is stronger and steadily regaining his strength, his magic stable. The prince is still alive. The Oracle safe. Insomnia might be lost, their homes taken by Niflheim. But home is not a place but its people. They will mourn for those they have lost but for now they will regroup, they will fight back or die trying. Should any of them turn their backs and become traitors, Nyx will be the first to show no mercy.
Many still remained, but those who have chosen to leave are not resentful, simply worried for their family and kin. Nyx understands, and is not worried that safety might be compromised once they depart. Cor had assured that he had already made plans to secure other safe houses and decoys in place for the King and Shield, Prince and Oracle. Soon enough the new Kingsglaive come together, less than half the original strength but it will do. Quality over quantity. Loyalty above all.
The entire backend and management took a great part of the day and some. Soon enough, the remnants of Lucian forces gather at Keycatrich and stand before the King. Royal Sigils magically carved around the perimeter with blood of the King. They have little time and risk being discovered by the empire but it must be done. They were initially concerned that the sudden expansion of Regis’ magic might deteriorate his health once again. However Regis is more aware of his own body, his mind clear, he summons his long lost armiger and assures that without the Crystal’s close proximity or the Wall, he is able and well.
The King makes his speech to his men, addressing his failures and his determination to see Lucis through this difficult time. Nifleheim will be relentless, the Crystal taken, but Lucis is alive and strong through its people, the Oracle’s safety secured. They will fight the starscourge and for the freedom of Eos. There is hope.
The Crownsguard takes their oaths first, with the Shield and Marshal receiving the King’s armiger once more. The glow of crystal fragments fills the air with the heavy scent of ozone and magic. Soon after, he gestures the Kingsglaive forward.
“Kingsglaive, will you take your oaths to protect and defend?”
Nyx immediately notices the change in lines from the first time he had taken them. As do the others. Rather than to serve, Regis had changed their vows. The Captain steps forward and on bended knee, obliges. As do the rest of the Glaives.
The gentle glow fills the area and into the array, enveloping them in power of the King, the energy seeping into their skin and intertwining into their bones. Like a creeping vine crawling into their being once again-
“IMPERIALS APPROACHING!!”
Ah, of fucking course. Its not a party without guests gatecrashing after all.
Nyx swears just as the familiar power finally settles within him. The Captain rises and summons his kukris with a flash of crystalline light, ready for battle. Cor strides over by his side. The entire Lucian army gets ready while Crowe and Monica covers for the King and the Shield with their teams.
“Well then. Shall we?” Nyx smirks at Cor who pulls out Kotetsu. In a flash the captain of the Kingsglaive throws and sends his kukri flying. Blade digging into the face of the first MT before he warps, charging into the fray. The rest of the Lucian army follows, the swords strike true, their magic sing.
Lucis is fighting back.
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Extra:
Regis can feel his high blood pressure hitting its peak as his comms connecting to his commanders continue to deliver nothing but noisy static. While the Crownsguard and Kingsglaive watches on as their commanders decimated the last of the Imperials. With little more flare and a tad more explosives than necessary. Their initial plans gone down to Pitioss and been spat right back out.
Beside him, Clarus looks like he is itching to be anywhere else than here. And by here, means watching their two uncontrollable menaces wreak havoc on the battlefield and trudging back like nothing is wrong in Eos. A quick glance and he see Guardsman Fortis seemingly broken, the poor regular guardsman probably did not expect all this in his career.Major Elshett and Major Ackers are as usual, unsurprised. Glaive Ostium however, is oddly calm, though his eyes look dead and probably just as numb as his fellow comrades.
( It was awhile before a nagging thought in the back of his head reminded him that he essentially promoted these two himself. The one who called him a bitch to his face, and the other one who called out his entire line of ancestors as 'stuck up assholes’. )
“My commanders! We make battle plans, for a reason.” Regis starts with the flattest diplomatic voice he has.
Cor kicks a stray Magitek armor out of his way violently like its the most offending thing in his life as Nyx blinks blankly back at the Lucian King.
“Why have just one plan when we could make more, your Majesty?” The Captain of the Kingsglaive replies with a grin just as an enemy airship suddenly gets dropped down by an angry and territorial Bennu screaming behind them while the Adamantoise chomps on the unwelcome visitors and their floating vehicles with a disgruntled roar, “the Adamantoise agrees.”
Regis resists the urge to run his hand across his face and sighs heavily instead. Cor, like the little shit he is, smirks right back at his King with a glint in his eyes. Regis’ eye twitches.
The utter brat.
Bonus Extra:
“Any questions?” Nyx looks around in a debrief with the Kingsglaive that is now his responsibility. A hand shoots up. It was one of his own squadron, his own kin that had followed him from their homeland.
“Ena?”
Taryn Ena’s eyes dart left, then right, looking at her fellow Glaives who urge her on with their eyes. With a deep breath and a sigh, the chosen one who obviously drew the short end of the stick began the million gil question.
“Captain, is it true you and the Marshal are married?”
Nyx blinks.
What the fuck? They really are not making his job easy huh? Loyalty be damned. Is this karma biting his ass or Drautos cursing him from the Beyond?
The entire Kingsglaive and a couple of Crownsguard nearby froze. All awaiting keenly and watching Nyx like a group of Sabertusks wanting to jump on their target. Nyx sees and knows there is a betting pool of sorts but, really. Just how damn big is it that even damn Crownsguard are involved at this point?!
He can even see Libs and Crowe’s shoulders shaking from here even as trying desperately keep a straight face. At least Pelna had the decency to not disguise his amusement by this. He needs to find new friends.
“Exactly how big is the betting pool?”
“Enough.”
“Which divisions are involved?”
“Confidential.”
“Well since you lot are so curious, why don’t you ask the Marshal yourself then?”
The Glaives meekly take a glance at the Head of the Crownsguard on the other side of their camp. If there is one person these wild bunch will not try, it is the Marshal of Lucis. Despite the conflict between the Lucians and refugees, Crownsguard and Glaives, the man had commandeered respect with his abilities and equal treatment to all soldiers regardless of their background. Although this is also the same man who would tear down Councilmen for breakfast, break Colonels in the war room for lunch and reduce recruits into tears for tea.
The Glaives wisely turn back to the better target instead.
“We asked you first. Sir.” was the smart ass reply the Captain receives from Taryn.
Nyx inhales and resist making an exasperated growl before turning around with a roll of his eyes to look towards Cor, who is delegating his now distracted Crownsguards nearby. The Galahdian’s eyes narrowed with a tired sweeping gesture.
See? THIS is the group of idiots that I have been entrusted to deal with! You see?!
Cor simply returns his husband a dry stare, before raising a brow, and shrugs.
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A/N: Why did Cor not interfere? Take a guess. Also, Noct and Regis do reconcile later but eh. Who knows if I’ll write that angst fest. Probably never.
#ffxv#kingsglaive#final fantasy xv#ffxv au#nyx ulric#cor leonis#regis lucis caelum#clarus amicitia#libertus ostium#pelna khara#crowe altius#the glaives#cid is lurking#everyone is fed up with prophecy whatnots by this point#the chocobros and luna are mentioned#cornyx#the lion the coeurl and the cub
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FFXV AU: I See Fire
*checks clock* opps, a lil late but welp?
as usual OOC is all on me
prompts : ( fire / camping / sacrifice / found family )
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“You know, I keep forgetting this marriage included brother-in-laws.” Nyx comments aloud as he prods his cup noodles.
“They invited themselves.” Cor replies flatly back.
“I noticed.”
“Thats great to know and all but-“ Gladio pauses chewing on his noodles, “what does that have to do with you both being here?”
The younger crew and dogs watch the older men quietly as they settled around the campfire for dinner. The gentle glow of the haven keeping them safe under the ever watchful stars. Prompto the only one unbothered by the elders presence, as he coos over the chocobos the men had rented. The fire crackling merrily away.
They were surprised when they received a call from the Kingsglaive Captain who invited themselves along for their errand for the day.The extra manpower was entirely unexpected, with Noctis being concerned since both powerful commanders are not by Regis’ side.
“Yeah. What about my dad and Clarus?” Noctis points out the obvious, keeping his meat away from Umbra’s sneaky, grubby paws.
“For the next 24 hours Monica and Libertus will be watching them. If they can have the capacity to enable each other’s stupidity, then I am sure they will be fine.” The Marshal tells the prince gruffly, and does not bother to elaborate further.
“What?” Noctis narrows his eyes at them but it still gets him no where with no valid answers. Not even his questions to his dad’s texts asking his son if his Captain and Marshal are with him in multiple variations. The Lucian prince has no idea what was that about and does not want to know either really.
“In any case, thank you both for the help today.” Luna smiles kindly at the two men, patting a frog they have been hunting for awhile now. Umbra patters over to sniff at the amphibian and proceeds to give a doggy cough and stink eye.
“You’re very welcome, princess.”Nyx replies with a grin, offering some of his meat to Pryna who takes it happily. A satisfied Prompto finally plops on the ground between his dads and digs into his soggy noodles with an extra portion of meat from Cor and Nyx both.
Here under the stars, in the safety of a haven and around the camp in the light chatter of the younger ones, Nyx relaxes in the seat and lets his mind wander. There is peace for a moment until a strange realisation comes to him as the glaive watches the crackling and dancing flames.
It was a storm of fire that had razed the forests of Galahd and destroyed his home. In the raging fire, he had lost his mam and Selena as they fought against the machines that tore their land apart. Everything was lost, the embers ate greedily at all he had known since he was a child until they were no more. The cold ashes slowly dispersing into the endless darkness.
Yet it was in the dark where he had found a spark of warm light. The glow haunting but gentle as it guided him to a pair of father and son that welcome him into their home and hearts. Their family was little, but Nyx loves them with all his being. So much, it scares him sometimes how fiercely his heart burns for the two he have come to claim as his.
Drautos…or rather, Glauca, used to have a saying for his men going into battle. ‘For hearth and home’. Despite the fact that the damn bastard was a bloody traitor and a failure of a man, Nyx finds familiarity with it. His heart still holds onto his mam’s faithful words. Home is not a place, but its people you share your hearth with. Their fire shall be which guides your way in life. He will fight to protect, and keep the flames of their hearts alive. Even the little embers all around them. Gentle souls.
During the Fall, Nyx had willingly put himself up as sacrifice when he took on the power of the Lucii to protect his King and comrades. People that he have come to see as his own extended family. Regis, Clarus, Lunafreya, Libs, his kinsmen and fellow glaives, loyal and true.… In another time, Nyx is certain he would readily do it all again in a heartbeat.
However, for now, he is content as he watches the boys and the dogs tease the Chocobos much to his son’s dismay and the joy of the Oracle.
“A gil for your thoughts?” Cor asks softly in concern once he notices his partner being unusually quiet.
“No. Nothing. Just, random things.” Nyx replies calmly with a smile.
——
Later, Noctis as usual, had dozed off against Ignis, who gently whisks the sleepy prince into the tent. While Luna herself had turned in for the night with her dogs in her own. Which leaves Ignis and Gladio to huddle and have their own idle conversations. Something they tend to do together more often after Prompto had joined their group.
“We should get Chocobo butt there into the tent or he’s going to be feeling it tomorrow.” Gladio hands the warm cup of Ebony to Ignis. Who thanks his friend for the thoughtfulness, sinking deeper into his chair.
“Do you seriously want to be the one to tell the Marshal and the Captain that you are going to deny their son in cuddling a Chocobo to sleep on such a lovely night?” Ignis then quirks a brow at his companion curiously.The Shield considers for a bit and shakes his head.
“No.” .
“That’s what I thought.” The advisor smirks, “besides, I think its fine. Just look at them.”
There by the flicking embers, Prompto slumps against a slumbering chocobo, the Marshal’s leather jacket covering him warmly. Cor and Nyx sits by the edge of the haven nearby, watching the constellations, pointing out the stars in quiet voices. The family all gathered closely together.
The fire burns bright.
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A/N: deleted the extra because it was extra :|
#ffxv#final fantasy xv#nyx ulric#cor leonis#Noctis Lucis Caelum#gladiolus amicitia#prompto argentum#lunafreya nox fleuret#ignis scientia#bonus frog#pryna and umbra#the lion the coeurl and the cub
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The Lion, the Coeurl and the Cub AU Masterlist
Where some things are the same and yet different. With the last of her strength, a forgotten Goddess gives everyone a chance to fight for their fate.
Though at what price?
( Everyone lives AU, HE, CorNyx main pair, Hinted OT4/ OT3, crossover of ff8 / ff13 lore, a little of ffx )
*List to be updated occasionally
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Main Story (Drabble Dump)
PART 1 PART 2 PART 3 PART 4 PART 5 PART 6 PART 7 PART 8
FINAL
EPILOGUE
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Post-story Content ( fics in chronological order)
Fragments After Day Break / To Heal The Sun
Fragments After Day Break / Controlled Chaos
The Love That Was Lost
Starlight
In Galahd : Kitten Kisses
Wanderer of Time
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Pre-AU Content ( fics in chronological order where possible )
Coeurl-kin (Nyx’s family and Galahd centric)
Homecoming (Cor’s background centric)
Family CorNyx : Winter
The Place I’ll Return To Someday
Eyes On Me
The Little Things
Family CorNyx : Long Days
Family CorNyx : Telling Prompto
To Be Better ( Nyx and Prompto centric )
Family CorNyx : Faith
Traditions
Innocent Sin
Family CorNyx : Tea
Family CorNyx: Cards
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Canon-rewrite Content ( fics in chronological order where possible )
Comrades ( Kingsglaive focused )
Alone ( Cor focused )
To Lead
Save Point
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Chocobros/Luna Focused Content ( fics in chronological order )
Friends
Too Much Is Never Enough (Prompto and Noctis centered)
Gravity
Valse Di Fantastica
Guide (Things if Nyx joins the younger party for abit)
I See Fire
World Of Wonder
Loyalty And Devotion
A Fleeting Dream (Luna and Prompto focused)
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Other Characters Content ( fics in chronological order )
Find Your Way (Libs, Iris, Crowe things)
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Art
Family
Questionable Friendship
Lion & Coeurls
Libertus, Crowe and Iris
Prompto Leonis / Etro!Prompto
Coeurl and Coeurl-kin
#ffxv#ffxv au#the lion the coeurl and the cub#ffxv drabble#everyone lives au#prompto leonis#prompto argentum#etro!prompto#cor leonis#nyx ulric#Noctis Lucis Caelum#lunafreya nox fleuret#gladiolus amicitia#ignis scientia#ardyn lucis caelum#regis lucis caelum#clarus amicitia#ravus nox fleuret#dad!cor#dad!nyx#cor/nyx#cornyx#ff8 and ff13 lore
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FFXV AU: Comrades
Not me rewatching Kingsglaive and thinking how messed up this entire division is again on so many levels. Show us more of the loyal ones?? The Galahdians? And like, I need more lady glaives too? *shakes bars*
Here is my desperate attempt still at weaving comrades and Nifleheim in :’D
prompts: ( friendship / spies / wounds )
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Nyx is wandering around the night market with a depressed Libertus when he notices he was being followed.
To tail a Kingsglaive in his domain in Little Galahd, its a gutsy thing to do, if not stupid. Not very sneaky either, when compared to his son’s skills, they are like amateurs.
The crowd in Little Galahd is sombre and quiet since the announcement of the treaty with the Empire. The Glaives are still reeling in from the fact that the Captain had declared Crowe had gone AWOL as well. His own husband was seething considering he, as the King’s Sword, have been shut out by the King and Shield in the discussions. To the point King Regis had pulled rank over his own Marshal and reassigned his duties to focus on civilians rather than the Crown itself. Deployed far away from the heart of the Crown City with minimal means of contact at its borders with a skeleton crew of Crownsguards. Whatever his given assignment was, there was an argument and Cor was furious. This all just seems wrong. But…who were they to go against orders as soldiers?
Even Prompto himself had noticed the sombre and tense atmosphere. For some reason, the boy had repeatedly made known he was afraid to leave his family behind. However, with Noctis heading out to Altissia to be wed, as part of the Prince’s retinue, Prompto naturally has to follow. With both fathers reassuring him before his departure that they will be alright.
It is clear that half of the glaives have become detached and showing signs of insubordination, which is saying something coming from Nyx himself. He knows a good portion are abandoning their post as well, according to Libertus who is also on the fence about the sudden drastic turn of events. The general atomosphere becoming dark as morale amongst the glaives dwindles rapidly. With both Cor and Prompto gone from Insomnia, there is little reason to be home with the silence and gloom. He chooses to join his kin back in Little Galahd after their duty at the party.
“Yo Libs, Imma going to grab some beer, meet you ahead? I think we all need a drink.” Nyx stretches and makes a vague sign with his hand.
“Sure, we all need it really. Get the good stuff and not the Goblin piss yeah? I don’t want to be sober for all this shit.” Libertus pauses for a minute seeing the gesture, and huffs out grumpily.
“And how would you know how Goblin piss tastes like?” Nyx raises a brow at his fellow kinsmen.
Libertus cusses in galah and attempts to kick his old friend while Nyx dodges with a laugh. He heads around the block, making a couple of turns to the quieter part of the district. Sure enough, the stranger took the bait and followed the Galahdian, who loses sight of his target as soon as he rounds around the lone corner.
Until the young boy feels the cold steel of a Kukri pressing up the skin of his neck.
“Lesson one. Don’t think your target is stupid to not know you are following him. It may work on beasts but not on an enemy with experience.” Nyx tells the young fair headed teen coldly.”Why are you following me, Sasha?”
“Sir.” Sasha starts.”I can explain. But. Please. Not here. We have little time, please!”
This gets Nyx’s attention but the glaive does not put away his blade. Sasha Volkov, one of the three new baby glaives who have been taken under Pelna’s wing. They are not granted the King’s magic but surprisingly know their way around technology and artillery very efficiently. The only Niflheimian glaives allowed in. Recruitment had been so bad that higher ups have expanded to allow defectors to join as regular foot soldiers should their background checks come clean. Drautos have been pissed by that order and displeased by the baby glaives for some reason that Nyx is unable to understand. Everyone is a refugee after all. Unless the Captain really thinks there really is a cause for concern regarding them?
Nyx himself had an inkling he knows who had recommended the expansion of the recruitment range, but keeps quiet. To go against the captain of the Kingsglaive and alter the usual hiring processes and protocols across the board, Cor must be on to something. After all, there was little reason for the head of the Crownsguard to interfere with Kingsglaive matters. Even though Cor had occasionally voiced his displeasure at the way Drautos handles the Kingsglaive and his opinions in the War Room. If there is one thing Nyx has to give to Cor after more than a decade of knowing him, is his ability to manoeuvre around the complicated Lucian politics.
Sasha, Ana, Yuri have been training with him and his team for not very long. However their rag tag group had gel together well quickly with the Glaives. Had performed well even under pressure during deployment out on their first mission as support where they encountered the Diamond Weapon.
“You have 1 minute. Convince me.” Nyx demands as Sasha breathes heavily and quickly steps away from the senior glaive. Nyx lets him but keeps it pointed at the teen. Dear Etro, he feels terrible, the kid is younger than his son! But he has to be extremely cautious in such dire times.
Sasha pauses before he pulls his ratty shirt overhead, turning around to show the hideous scar stretching down his spine and countless of needle marks. Nyx hisses quietly. Although he feels it looks oddly familiar…
“Mister Uodalrich? Do you remember there was a camp near Ghorovas Rift? A reformation camp where dissident Nifleheimians were kept?” The Niflehimian boy asks softly. “I remember. Along with my cousins. You and Mister Leonhart. Even after you both left us in the safety of Meldacio with the hunters.”
Uodalrich and Leonhart. The fake names Nyx and Cor had used on a joint mission years ago. There were families they had fished out from that terrible camp while blasting the place sky high, so this kid-
“Etro’s blessings.” Nyx breaths out in Galah.”What the fuck?”
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What the fuck indeed.
“Cor did WHAT!?”
“Shit, calm down Nyx! Come on!” Oles Hali and Minos Denka, fellow Galahdians who had followed Nyx into Insomnia, pulls him back into his old dusty armchair. A lady quickly catches the fallen tablet before it meets its demise. If not for the several layers of sound barriers the mages had put up, they would probably have awaken the whole of Little Galahd by now. Their other electronics and comms are all safely tucked in a shoebox sealed with ice and magic as well.
“Yeah sure, calm down when I just hear that my husband had dropped spies into my division without telling me he suspects my own superior. With said spies that are younger than my son, sure! Now I have them telling me that my higher up and mentor is out to kill us and our boss! Great! Absolutely great!”
“Hus…band? Son?” Kaia Disa looks at Libertus curiously who tsks and quickly shakes his head at the woman.Now really is not the time to talk about it.
“To be fair…The Lord Marshal was against our wishes to join the Glaive but…what can I say, Sir?,” Sasha looks down, “ My cousins and I, our families have remained safe in Meldacio… we weren’t be here if not for the Lord Marshal and you back then. Would probably be buried under Shiva’s remains today. We want to do this. We’ll help Insomnia against the Empire no matter what.”
“We didn’t save you lot to throw it all for us! You are all what? 15!?”
“We are actually 18, but Yuri is 19, Sir.“ Sasha corrects the Galahdian and flinches a little when Nyx gives him a strangled look.
“Nyx, they are older than when we first started though. Heck, the Marshall himself was 13-” Libertus reasons but quickly shuts up once Nyx turns on his old friend.
“Thats not the entire point now is it?!”
“The Marshal knows something is wrong internally, but is uncertain where. Although we will be suspicious due to our race, its to be expected. We are also familiar with what Niflheim tech and how to look for any. That is why Lord Marshal relented and let us enter Insomnia to join the Kingsglaive and follow you as support.” The young Niflheimian teen explains.“Lord Leonis also wants me to convey a message to you personally too, Sir, said he knows you will er, throw a fit once you find out.”
“What did the asshole say then?”
“Erm… Sir, he says its only for you-” Sasha trails off wearily.
“Anything you want to be said can be said in front of my people.” Nyx jabs a thumb at the crowd of Glaives huddled in his little apartment. Sasha fidgets uneasily and sighs.
“Lord Marshal had guessed as much and said, ‘don’t say I didn’t give you a chance, Nyx.’”
Nyx growls at that as Sasha coughs and continues, “ ‘Don’t be a dumbass, Nyx. I know they will be safe under you. I cannot and am unable to do anything away from the City, I don’t even know what is happening inside. Should things go south, at least I know you have another source of back up. I know you are angry about alot of things. We can fight about this later when I see you again.’ …erm…”
“And?” Nyx prompts dryly.
“…Baheayak Habyti…?” The young teen relays what seems to be a very broken and butchered galah in confusion. Silence fills the room enough to hear a can of beer drop loudly, before a few soft ‘dawww’ emerges somewhere from the back of the room. Nyx throws his hands up in resignation before running his palms across his burning face in frustration. That damn infuriating man…
“More importantly, if what you are saying is true then we have a big problem. It means aside the fact half of the glaives have turned their backs on the Crown… Our captain also happens to be the fucking General of Niflheim.” Pyrena, a fellow mage and Oles’ twin sister ponders aloud grimly. “That means they plan to destroy the Kingsglaive from inside and the Crown come tomorrow. They want Insomnia to fall.”
“Where’s the Oracle now?”
“Ana and Yuri had followed after her and Glauca, she has a tracker on and they are armed. We have modified some comms devices to only have a fixed frequency that is encrypted. It won’t be tapped.”
“Atta boy!”
“Do we know roughly how may traitors among us?”
“I assume a little over half based on what I have been hearing lately.”
“I bet my left nut that Axis and his gang are in it.”
“Can we even convince the Crown to let us save the Oracle?”
“We cannot have all the Glaives leave the Capital right?”
“All of you, stop.”
Nyx was no Ketua. He has yet to earn that title for himself despite being the last of his Clan. However, the crowd of his Glaives clustered and squished in his dingy apartment stops immediately at his stern command in galah. The silence drags on uncomfortably as Nyx leans back his chair, eyes closed in deep thought.
Damn, this is really happening. Nyx growls lowly as he stands on his feet and looks at all of his fellow comrades, tribesmen and friends.They had all sort of drifted apart after the move to Insomnia. Personal problems and grief on top of everything else. Who knows, in another life they probably would stray and become strangers over time. The wound of loss and grief too large to heal and slowly fester as they break apart.
It had only been after Prompto and Noctis’ kidnapping, their tribe have sort of banded together once more. Its makes Nyx feel relieved, to know that his people are still alright and standing by his side. Sure, they have lost plenty of their family and comrades over the years to the War, but as long as they survive, they will heal and keep on going. They have to.
Now, they will have to pull together and stop a shit storm it seems. They are really doing this, huh?
“My fellow brothers and sisters. It is neither in our blood nor our ways to turn our backs to those who have given us shelter. Who gave us a warm fire to rest our weary souls and food to nourish our young. We may not see eye to eye with people who do not share our ways, but we will not kick them down. Not when we share the land. It is not in our ways either to turn our blade on those that have given us refuge. We will not continue to let oppression and hate destroy us even more. Now, my kin. Will you let our pride as Galahdians forge the way forward, and come hunt with me together to stop this madness that plagues us?”
The Galahdians roars loudly chanting a battlecry as Sasha jumps, startled, as Pelna slaps a hand down at the young glaive’s shoulder heartily in encouragement. Nyx looks at his Glaives as they come forward and start shaping a plan to help evacuate the refugees and of a counter attack.
They will not let the Empire have their way this time. They had lost Galahd, this time, they will not let Insomnia be lost too.
——
“Nyx! Why are you here?! Quickly take Lunafreya-“
“With all the respect I have, I give absolutely zero fucks, your Majesty. Write me up, I don’t care but I’m not telling my husband I let his brothers die under my watch!” Nyx snaps at the King while trying to stop Clarus from bleeding out. Kaia mutters a quick apology, using her sash to wrap up the King’s sliced hand, and summons a fire to cauterise the gaping wound where the Shield’s arm once was.
Lunafreya had slammed against her brother and makes a grab for the Ring of Lucii away from his madness. The Nox Fluerets proceeds to have a loud sibling dispute despite the chaos happening around them. Nyx cannot hear what is it about exactly over the screaming Daemon in the room before Glauca lunges at them.
Nyx quickly jumps in with a flying warp strike as his kukri meets Glauca’s blade head-on.
“‘sup, Captain? Fancy armor you got there huh?”
“Ulric-!?”
Nyx takes advantage of Galuca’s surprise to parry away before sending a thundaga at Glauca’s face. Which Glauca deflects quickly and charges on but was quickly intercepted by Libertus’ vicious body slam and a well aimed fire spell as the glaive cusses at the General in galah violently.
“Sir! This errr- isn’t in our Glaive training?!” Ana yells over the Ultro’s tentacles, jumping away from its attacks and tries to slice the creature with her circular saw. The other glaives dance around Glauca as their warps and spells strike relentlessly at their enemy. Until the daemon they had slammed into the Citadel with the airship catches the Imperial General by the leg and flings him aside like a toy somewhere far away. A rumbling roar, it then turns its attention towards the glaives.
“Just survive damnit!!” Nyx roars at the baby Niflheimian glaive as he rushes back to pull an injured Clarus along, with an exhausted Regis close behind with Lunafreya. The princess glances at her brother who have found himself shielding a stray Ultros tentacle from his sister. In moment, there was a strange sort of acknowledgement before she moves along and Ravus returns to face the gigantic daemon.
“Get them out Nyx!! Pelna, take Sasha and the rest and go cover them! The others are still outside clearing the area!” Libertus roars over the explosion of spells as he turns to block the daemon’s path.
“Roger that !” Pelna quickly warps over and takes over, carries the old Shield carefully on his back.
“I owe you one Libs! Stay alive my brother! You are my hero now!” Nyx grins at his childhood friend shielding them and blocking the Ultros.
“Fuck right off you sap! Go on ahead we’ll catch up at the rendezvous point!” Libertus grumbles as he shakes off the bitch slap from the Ultros and strengthens the barrier and holds, resisting under the weight of the protect spell and the pounding of the Daemon.
“There has to be an escape route out for only Royals, where?”Nyx snaps towards Regis, who struggles to keep up despite the help.
“The lift behind there, quickly!” Regis gestures to a hidden alcove. Their weapons raised with Sasha and the two other baby glaives keeping an eye out with their guns at ready.
The small crew escapes, leaving Libertus, Kaia and a handful of other loyal glaives against the Ultro. They take a breather as they take the lift down to the secret passage. All of them still high on adrenaline, reeling in from the sudden chaos.
“Nyx-“
“Cut your magic to all of us when I give a signal later, we need to catch those fucking rats out there unaware.” The Glaive tells Regis who is still struggling with Luna’s support. The King understands nods grimly at the given battle plan before letting the silence sit again as the elevator continues its descent.
“Do something stupid here on out and I swear I will let Cor rip you apart. And I won’t be sorry.” Nyx adds at long last. Regis gives a dry laugh at that.
——
“THEN WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO TELL COR, NYX?!!” Regis roars, clutching the Ring of Lucii tossed his way as the flames scream and the Kings of Yore decimates the enemies around them. Diamond Weapon screeches with the hordes of daemons unleashed. Libertus and the others trying to pull the struggling King and the Princess away to safety while dragging the fallen Shield along. Nyx takes no heed at Regis’ question but stares down at Glauca, no, Titus Drautos, approaching them steadily in his broken and foul armor.
Nyx smirks and without turning back, he raises his kukri. The magic from the Lucii crackles brightly with his blood trickling down his arm.
“Heh. Give babe a kiss from me.”
With that, he warps and his blade collides with Drautos’ sword.
——-
Song For this ficlet: FFXV Kingsglaive OST Nyx
A/N: Cor will not be having a good time *cackles and chokes*
#ffxv#ffxv au#final fantasy xv#kingsglaive#nyx ulric#pelna khara#libertus ostium#galahdian and niflheimian glaives#regis lucis caelum#clarus is hanging in there#titus drautos#lunafreya nox fleuret#mentions of cor and chocobros#ravus nox fleuret#i did not realise how long these got im so sorry#the lion the coeurl and the cub
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