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To be perfectly honest - your post about 15-year-old-Aeon meets 15-year-old-Cor slammed me with the mental image of Prince Regis and his Retinue meeting Prince Noctis and his Retinue.
Like. Perhaps Regis et al are camped out at a haven situated by some Solheim Ruins, and Regis is examining the inscriptions on some of said ruins with a great deal of scholarly interest. Something about time, something about seeing your future - he dismisses it as poetic license.
Except then he accidentally bleeds on the damn thing while calling a fireball to hand to examine some of the runes in depth. And - Lucis Caelum blood, Lucis Calum magic - the two combine and the runes shine an eye-searing white as reality splits asunder.
And, when it ends, Noctis et al (complete with the Regalia!) are staring at the completely unexpected sights of their parents/predecessors who are approximately their age.
(Yes, the runes/Solheim magiteck they were coupled to yanked Noctis et al back in time).
There is the requisite amount of ‘Who the hell are you?!’ complete with drawn weapons and demands of identity, and they’ve managed to come to an awkward understanding/agreement/arrangement - Regis, for one, is thrilled at meeting his future son. And also a little bit over the moon, because Aulea! He gets to have a kid with Aulea! He and Aulea make beautiful kids! Clarus is a bit more - circumspect, and a bit more suspicious - Gladio wouldn’t expect anything less, and the two tend to get along okay.
Except then Noctis goes pale. “Oh shit Iggy, Aeon was out hunting, did he get dragged back too? What the hell happened to our Leonis?!”
There is a complete silence as the words register.
Leonis.
All eyes turn briefly to 15-year-old Cor.
“Um. Not your Leonis, our Leonis?” Noctis clarifies unhelpfully. And there is the split second before everyone reacts there is a roar of an oncoming monster and people scramble to turn and face the oncoming threat and -
And said oncoming threat is actually a very unhappy behemoth in the middle of a fight with a figure who is instantly recognizable to Noctis et al and whose stance, bearing, and general attitude is very very familiar to Regis et al.
Aeon is Very Unhappy. He was blinded by a flash of white light, he is not in the same place he was previously (taking a snooze on a sun-warmed rock as he waited to see if his traps would catch anything edible, his favorite sword comfortably at his side), this has to be the chickadee’s fault.
Fortunately, there is a behemoth he can take his immediate anger out on.
“Chickadee. What did you do now?!”
Aeon manages to kill the behemoth and turns his attention toward his friends.
“Chickadee,” Aeon demands, his eyes narrowing as he steps into the firelight, “What did you do?”
Noctis balks. “What makes you think it was me?”
“When isn’t it you?” Gladio says. Noctis scowls. Aeon rolls his eyes.
“If I may,” Regis interrupts, “I believe this may have been my fault this time.”
Aeon raises an eyebrow, his unimpressed expression not changing as Regis explains what happened.
“Damn, Reggie,” Cid whistles, “You do have the worst luck.”
Now that things settled down, the ten of them settle down around the campfire. It’s awkward, really awkward.
Regis’ group keeps staring at Cor, Cor who had only recently presented. Who is looking at his son with an unreadable expression.
Later, in the morning, before they head out and while Ignis is cooking with Weskham, Cor demands that Aeon spar with him.
They spar, and it’s a way for Cor to get out his aggression and frustration. It’s also the first time Aeon wins against Cor because for once, Aeon is older and taller and more experienced.
corling au ▸ but now im also just; seeing cor and them watch how noctis and his friends interact with each other ▸ and it reminds them of them ▸ meanwhile cor himself is having an issue ▸ because he never wanted to be an omega; but now there is proof in front of him that he has a child ▸ and he doesn’t know if he bore the child or not and its killing him not knowing ▸ submission
Aeon, deciding that the tension is really, really irritating and that it’s better to just Cut Through This Bullshit Already. “Please say hi to my carrier for me when you meet them.” Thus neatly solving Cor’s identity crisis as to whether he’s Aeon’s sire or carrier.
Which he promptly reignites, because Aeon can be such a little shit at times. “Also, my father’s partners would give their fucking eyeteeth to have a picture of you at this age. Can I take a few?”
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