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Oct. 16th, 2018
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Cor doesn’t notice anything until about four months have past. Even then it’’s not Cor who figures it out - it’s his doctor on his ordinary Guard check-up. (The doctor is so stressed with all the missions Cor took in that time.)
Some years later, his child warps out of his hand when Cor tried to give them an unwanted bath. Cor blinks. “….Regis. You are an only child, right. Are you sure.”
(Everyone thinks they’re Regis’. Cor’s very sure they’re not Regis’. He did have to make sure though.
Noctis is happy to get a older sibling - “Noctis. No they’re not -” “Sibling!” “…okay”)
Ardyn finds out and has a heart attack. The red hair Astrals he thought he couldn’t have kids -
Years later. Both (trolling) red heads look at each other and the entire Citadel goes “Ah.”
Chancellor Izunia… are you aware..?
(What the hell Cor, Ardyn?)
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Cor doesn’t notice anything until about four months have past. Even then it’’s not Cor who figures it out - it’s his doctor on his ordinary Guard check-up. (The doctor is so stressed with all the missions Cor took in that time.)
Some years later, his child warps out of his hand when Cor tried to give them an unwanted bath. Cor blinks. “….Regis. You are an only child, right. Are you sure.”
(Everyone thinks they’re Regis’. Cor’s very sure they’re not Regis’. He did have to make sure though.
Noctis is happy to get a older sibling - “Noctis. No they’re not -” “Sibling!” “…okay”)
Ardyn finds out and has a heart attack. The red hair Astrals he thought he couldn’t have kids -
Years later. Both (trolling) red heads look at each other and the entire Citadel goes “Ah.”
Chancellor Izunia… are you aware..?
(What the hell Cor, Ardyn?)
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“There are men who are wolves inside, and want to eat up other people to fill up their bellies. That is what was in your house with you, all your life. But here you are with your brothers, and you are not eaten up, and there is not a wolf inside you. You have fed each other, and you kept the wolf away. That is all we can do for each other in the world, to keep the wolf away. And if there has been food in your house for you, then I am glad, glad with all my heart. I hope there will always be.”
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@charlottedabookworm Cor and Ardyn?
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“There are men who are wolves inside, and want to eat up other people to fill up their bellies. That is what was in your house with you, all your life. But here you are with your brothers, and you are not eaten up, and there is not a wolf inside you. You have fed each other, and you kept the wolf away. That is all we can do for each other in the world, to keep the wolf away. And if there has been food in your house for you, then I am glad, glad with all my heart. I hope there will always be.”
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@charlottedabookworm Cor and Ardyn?
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@hamelin-born
Whelp. At this point, I think it’s safe to say that this this going to need an adjacent fic or something. This is not what I have in mind for the main story at all (I mean some elements sure, but not all of this), but between the two of us, this particular story line seems to be writing itself, soooooo…
“We have stories that are passed down, you know,” Regis says slowly, heart in his throat and ice in his veins as he forces the words out, “About how the Tidemother had forsaken Lucis, how she hated humanity and those of our line.” He looks up at Leviathan, catching her endless gold gaze, and if this was why those stories came to be, if this was the reason every child of their line was warned of the sea, then he could understand. “Is this why?”
And Leviathan looks at him, looks into his eyes, sees the fear, the anger, the regret for past hurts, and laughs. “No,” she says, “You were not even a thought when this happened. Somnus’s own son was not even a gleam in his father’s eye. Why would I hate a life that was not even a spark when the wrongs against me and mine were wrought? No, t’was Somnus who held the sword, t’was Somnus who bathed its blade in my Chosen’s blood. It was he, and he alone, who earned my wrath.”
And the knot in Regis’s chest unwinds at her assurance. Her words are honest, she bears no ill will towards them. Still. “Then why the tales?”
“Because, little King,” she says, “Because Somnus knew he had done wrong. He knew and he feared. And fear is a powerful thing. Because were he in my position, he would not have hesitated to strike at mine to hurt me, would no have thought twice. Because, little King,” she says as she leans in close, “he learned the hard way what it meant to earn my wrath. My rage.”
“He killed my Chosen. My Chosen who loved him. My Chosen who cared for him and protected him and trusted him. He killed my child and when I felt our bond snap, my waters raged with me. He he saw what my anger meant, what it could do,” she explains, nodding to the side.
Regis turns to follow her gesture and finds a sunken ship. It’s been split in two, the masts snapped, the hull completely shattered. It is not a small ship by any means. It’s old, older than recent history, of that he is certain, but it is large. Larger than even Niflheim’s airships.
“The Draconian promised him a crown and your Founder took his word as that of the Six,” she says, “He thought he could kill my Chosen and keep my grace. He thought he was safe because the sword-master gave his word. So he killed my Chosen. And I drowned every ship in my sea.”
She says it calmly, without any inflection. Regis is horrified in a distant way at what she’d done - it had happened so long ago after all, so long ago that it’s little more than a distant story. But he can see it in her eyes, the quiet grief. She knows what she did. She is well aware of what her actions meant and she carries them with her always, the same as the rest of them. Besides, he can understand her anger. If someone did the same to his son, if someone took his life and then came to him expecting praise and a blessing, well.
“So he whispered poison in his son’s ears, in his grandchildren’s ears,” she says, “’The sea is wrathful, child,’ he would say. ‘Always angry, always. So beware, child. Beware, beware, beware, lest its waters claim you too,’ he would say. He did not understand that my wrath was for him, and him alone.”
“Besides,” she says, a grin on her face, a strange thing to see with so very many teeth, “One of his own is mine now. One of his own has turned from the promise he shackled his blood to. One of his own has turned away from him.”
Her grin becomes something softer, something fond as she looks at Regis, though there is still a dangerous gleam in her eyes. “I think you will find, my own, that that is vengeance enough.”
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@hamelin-born
Whelp. At this point, I think it’s safe to say that this this going to need an adjacent fic or something. This is not what I have in mind for the main story at all (I mean some elements sure, but not all of this), but between the two of us, this particular story line seems to be writing itself, soooooo…
“We have stories that are passed down, you know,” Regis says slowly, heart in his throat and ice in his veins as he forces the words out, “About how the Tidemother had forsaken Lucis, how she hated humanity and those of our line.” He looks up at Leviathan, catching her endless gold gaze, and if this was why those stories came to be, if this was the reason every child of their line was warned of the sea, then he could understand. “Is this why?”
And Leviathan looks at him, looks into his eyes, sees the fear, the anger, the regret for past hurts, and laughs. “No,” she says, “You were not even a thought when this happened. Somnus’s own son was not even a gleam in his father’s eye. Why would I hate a life that was not even a spark when the wrongs against me and mine were wrought? No, t’was Somnus who held the sword, t’was Somnus who bathed its blade in my Chosen’s blood. It was he, and he alone, who earned my wrath.”
And the knot in Regis’s chest unwinds at her assurance. Her words are honest, she bears no ill will towards them. Still. “Then why the tales?”
“Because, little King,” she says, “Because Somnus knew he had done wrong. He knew and he feared. And fear is a powerful thing. Because were he in my position, he would not have hesitated to strike at mine to hurt me, would no have thought twice. Because, little King,” she says as she leans in close, “he learned the hard way what it meant to earn my wrath. My rage.”
“He killed my Chosen. My Chosen who loved him. My Chosen who cared for him and protected him and trusted him. He killed my child and when I felt our bond snap, my waters raged with me. He he saw what my anger meant, what it could do,” she explains, nodding to the side.
Regis turns to follow her gesture and finds a sunken ship. It’s been split in two, the masts snapped, the hull completely shattered. It is not a small ship by any means. It’s old, older than recent history, of that he is certain, but it is large. Larger than even Niflheim’s airships.
“The Draconian promised him a crown and your Founder took his word as that of the Six,” she says, “He thought he could kill my Chosen and keep my grace. He thought he was safe because the sword-master gave his word. So he killed my Chosen. And I drowned every ship in my sea.”
She says it calmly, without any inflection. Regis is horrified in a distant way at what she’d done - it had happened so long ago after all, so long ago that it’s little more than a distant story. But he can see it in her eyes, the quiet grief. She knows what she did. She is well aware of what her actions meant and she carries them with her always, the same as the rest of them. Besides, he can understand her anger. If someone did the same to his son, if someone took his life and then came to him expecting praise and a blessing, well.
“So he whispered poison in his son’s ears, in his grandchildren’s ears,” she says, “’The sea is wrathful, child,’ he would say. ‘Always angry, always. So beware, child. Beware, beware, beware, lest its waters claim you too,’ he would say. He did not understand that my wrath was for him, and him alone.”
“Besides,” she says, a grin on her face, a strange thing to see with so very many teeth, “One of his own is mine now. One of his own has turned from the promise he shackled his blood to. One of his own has turned away from him.”
Her grin becomes something softer, something fond as she looks at Regis, though there is still a dangerous gleam in her eyes. “I think you will find, my own, that that is vengeance enough.”
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charlottedabookworm:
Sorta wanna write a straight up Regisson AU where Nyx is actually born with his father’s eyes and literally no-one in Lucis notices.
Like, Nyx is obviously a royal bastard - he looks far too much like his father, especially when you put them side to side - but, for some reason, the Lucians just don’t notice.
Pretty much everyone else knows who Nyx is - including Niflheim, Nyx has been fighting off assassination and kidnapping attempts ofr years - but the Lucians don’t.
Queue entertaining shenanigans as the Galahdians try to see exactly how far they can push the Lucians obliviousness before someone figures it out.
(Hint: very, very, very far)
@charlottedabookworm
To be somewhat fair to the Lucians - people tend to see what they expect to see, and absolutely no one expects to see Regis in Nyx’s face. That said, absolutely no one is trying to hide it, and there are a number of increasingly outlandish bets regarding How They’re Going To Find Out. Libertus - who is currently acting as bookie - expects to make a small fortune somewhere down the line.
Cor probably puts two and two together somewhere down the line, places a bet of his own, and gleefully sits on the sidelines with the Galahdians, passing popcorn and heckling his brothers-in-arms.
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charlottedabookworm:
Sorta wanna write a straight up Regisson AU where Nyx is actually born with his father’s eyes and literally no-one in Lucis notices.
Like, Nyx is obviously a royal bastard - he looks far too much like his father, especially when you put them side to side - but, for some reason, the Lucians just don’t notice.
Pretty much everyone else knows who Nyx is - including Niflheim, Nyx has been fighting off assassination and kidnapping attempts ofr years - but the Lucians don’t.
Queue entertaining shenanigans as the Galahdians try to see exactly how far they can push the Lucians obliviousness before someone figures it out.
(Hint: very, very, very far)
@charlottedabookworm
To be somewhat fair to the Lucians - people tend to see what they expect to see, and absolutely no one expects to see Regis in Nyx’s face. That said, absolutely no one is trying to hide it, and there are a number of increasingly outlandish bets regarding How They’re Going To Find Out. Libertus - who is currently acting as bookie - expects to make a small fortune somewhere down the line.
Cor probably puts two and two together somewhere down the line, places a bet of his own, and gleefully sits on the sidelines with the Galahdians, passing popcorn and heckling his brothers-in-arms.
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charlottedabookworm:
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charlottedabookworm:
Sorta wanna write a straight up Regisson AU where Nyx is actually born with his father’s eyes and literally no-one in Lucis notices.
Like, Nyx is obviously a royal bastard - he looks far too much like his father, especially when you put them side to side - but, for some reason, the Lucians just don’t notice.
Pretty much everyone else knows who Nyx is - including Niflheim, Nyx has been fighting off assassination and kidnapping attempts ofr years - but the Lucians don’t.
Queue entertaining shenanigans as the Galahdians try to see exactly how far they can push the Lucians obliviousness before someone figures it out.
(Hint: very, very, very far)
@charlottedabookworm
To be somewhat fair to the Lucians - people tend to see what they expect to see, and absolutely no one expects to see Regis in Nyx’s face. That said, absolutely no one is trying to hide it, and there are a number of increasingly outlandish bets regarding How They’re Going To Find Out. Libertus - who is currently acting as bookie - expects to make a small fortune somewhere down the line.
Cor probably puts two and two together somewhere down the line, places a bet of his own, and gleefully sits on the sidelines with the Galahdians, passing popcorn and heckling his brothers-in-arms.
@hamelin-born
Yeah, I mean, I get that - they see Nyx and they expect a Galahdian refugee, not the bastard son of the King, but still. When you’ve got Nyx standing side-by-side with Noctis and Regis and you still don’t see it, well.
When he was a kid, the idea of Nyx being recognised as Regis’ bastard son terrified him. The first couple of months in Insomnia, same deal. Then it got a bit funny. But after a couple years of this? He is just, so done.
Everyone except the native Lucians have figured him out and suddenly Nyx is just, so glad that he wasn’t raised in Insomnia. He has never been happier to be Galahdian in his life. The betting pool has a small fortune in spare change and favours and food in it, the person who wins is going to be very very rich eventually. Lib already is honestly, he’s the go-to bookie for it all.
Cor figured it out a couple months in, before the really outlandish stuff started (Nyx didn’t start barbequing steaks using his magic in the middle of the Glaive’s training area until the end of the first year, by the second Nyx was using his armiger to catch fish while on missions and muttering about interfering ancestors in the halls of the Citadel), after he saw Nyx in a spar with the exact grin on his face that Regis had used to sport. He promptly bought into the betting pool with a bet several years in the future with Regis et al only figuring it out during a deadly situation where Nyx is using his armiger - because, look, Cor knows how much of an idiot his friends are.
#nyx doesn’t even try to hide who he is by this point#all of his reports are full of references to him using magic#and so are the other glaives#even /drautos/ has commented on it in Regis et al’s hearing before#but they don’t /notice/#ffs all of the immigrant district knows who Nyx is#at some point Prom will catch sight of Nyx and ask Noct why he didn’t tell him he had an older brother in the glaive#and Noct just goes ‘I don’t’ and walks away#several glaives - who had been watching the convo intently - facepalm#Prom is /so confused/ until Nyx speaks to him#and that is the moment he realises that he’s best friends with an idiot#regisson au#nyx is regis’ son#my fic
@charlottedabookworm
It’s the worst kept not-secret in Insomnia’s history, and the Lucians still aren’t getting it. Nyx et al are seriously wondering by now if there’s something in the water, because really? Seriously? Nyx has outright used his magic in front of the king, and all he’s gotten is a commendation on his ‘originality’ and ‘creativity’ when it comes to utilizing the King’s magic. Nyx just. Gives up, and uses his magic for increasingly weird and frivolous purposes.
Cor approves. And is laughing internally. Yep, that’s Reggie’s son; Cor probably also makes the effort to introduce Nyx to Cid and Wes - who just about kill themselves laughing, and swear to keep it quiet until Reggie and Clarus discover the truth for themselves. (Cid likes this punk. Wes just wants to feed him.)
Even Old Man Ramuh placed a bet with Libertus, who faithfully recorded said bet and refuses to share the particulars thereof. Libertus is the bookie, after all, he has some professional pride.
Honestly, I have the mental image of Ardyn showing up to investigate this supposed bastard son of the king - only to find said bastard walking around and being Very Obvious with regards to who his father is, and everyone except the Lucians are getting it. I see him bonding with Cor over Just. How. Stupid this all is - and placing his own bet, of course, this is one of the most hilarious things he’s seen in literally aeons. (Libertus blinked, and gave him hundred-to-one-odds on Regis et al getting Frogged and Nyx being revealed as a Royal Bastard via un-Frogging them.) And that’s how Cor and Ardyn’s relationship begins.
*snicker* Why do I see a frustrated Prompto setting up a powerpoint presentation in an attempt to hammer the Truth into Noctis’ head? (Galahdians: You go, little chocobo-man! They’re also vaguely curious as to whether this attempt will frustrated the patented Lucia Caelum Idiocy.)
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charlottedabookworm:
hamelin-born:
charlottedabookworm:
Sorta wanna write a straight up Regisson AU where Nyx is actually born with his father’s eyes and literally no-one in Lucis notices.
Like, Nyx is obviously a royal bastard - he looks far too much like his father, especially when you put them side to side - but, for some reason, the Lucians just don’t notice.
Pretty much everyone else knows who Nyx is - including Niflheim, Nyx has been fighting off assassination and kidnapping attempts ofr years - but the Lucians don’t.
Queue entertaining shenanigans as the Galahdians try to see exactly how far they can push the Lucians obliviousness before someone figures it out.
(Hint: very, very, very far)
@charlottedabookworm
To be somewhat fair to the Lucians - people tend to see what they expect to see, and absolutely no one expects to see Regis in Nyx’s face. That said, absolutely no one is trying to hide it, and there are a number of increasingly outlandish bets regarding How They’re Going To Find Out. Libertus - who is currently acting as bookie - expects to make a small fortune somewhere down the line.
Cor probably puts two and two together somewhere down the line, places a bet of his own, and gleefully sits on the sidelines with the Galahdians, passing popcorn and heckling his brothers-in-arms.
@hamelin-born
Yeah, I mean, I get that - they see Nyx and they expect a Galahdian refugee, not the bastard son of the King, but still. When you’ve got Nyx standing side-by-side with Noctis and Regis and you still don’t see it, well.
When he was a kid, the idea of Nyx being recognised as Regis’ bastard son terrified him. The first couple of months in Insomnia, same deal. Then it got a bit funny. But after a couple years of this? He is just, so done.
Everyone except the native Lucians have figured him out and suddenly Nyx is just, so glad that he wasn’t raised in Insomnia. He has never been happier to be Galahdian in his life. The betting pool has a small fortune in spare change and favours and food in it, the person who wins is going to be very very rich eventually. Lib already is honestly, he’s the go-to bookie for it all.
Cor figured it out a couple months in, before the really outlandish stuff started (Nyx didn’t start barbequing steaks using his magic in the middle of the Glaive’s training area until the end of the first year, by the second Nyx was using his armiger to catch fish while on missions and muttering about interfering ancestors in the halls of the Citadel), after he saw Nyx in a spar with the exact grin on his face that Regis had used to sport. He promptly bought into the betting pool with a bet several years in the future with Regis et al only figuring it out during a deadly situation where Nyx is using his armiger - because, look, Cor knows how much of an idiot his friends are.
#nyx doesn’t even try to hide who he is by this point#all of his reports are full of references to him using magic#and so are the other glaives#even /drautos/ has commented on it in Regis et al’s hearing before#but they don’t /notice/#ffs all of the immigrant district knows who Nyx is#at some point Prom will catch sight of Nyx and ask Noct why he didn’t tell him he had an older brother in the glaive#and Noct just goes ‘I don’t’ and walks away#several glaives - who had been watching the convo intently - facepalm#Prom is /so confused/ until Nyx speaks to him#and that is the moment he realises that he’s best friends with an idiot#regisson au#nyx is regis’ son#my fic
@charlottedabookworm
It’s the worst kept not-secret in Insomnia’s history, and the Lucians still aren’t getting it. Nyx et al are seriously wondering by now if there’s something in the water, because really? Seriously? Nyx has outright used his magic in front of the king, and all he’s gotten is a commendation on his ‘originality’ and ‘creativity’ when it comes to utilizing the King’s magic. Nyx just. Gives up, and uses his magic for increasingly weird and frivolous purposes.
Cor approves. And is laughing internally. Yep, that’s Reggie’s son; Cor probably also makes the effort to introduce Nyx to Cid and Wes - who just about kill themselves laughing, and swear to keep it quiet until Reggie and Clarus discover the truth for themselves. (Cid likes this punk. Wes just wants to feed him.)
Even Old Man Ramuh placed a bet with Libertus, who faithfully recorded said bet and refuses to share the particulars thereof. Libertus is the bookie, after all, he has some professional pride.
Honestly, I have the mental image of Ardyn showing up to investigate this supposed bastard son of the king - only to find said bastard walking around and being Very Obvious with regards to who his father is, and everyone except the Lucians are getting it. I see him bonding with Cor over Just. How. Stupid this all is - and placing his own bet, of course, this is one of the most hilarious things he’s seen in literally aeons. (Libertus blinked, and gave him hundred-to-one-odds on Regis et al getting Frogged and Nyx being revealed as a Royal Bastard via un-Frogging them.) And that’s how Cor and Ardyn’s relationship begins.
*snicker* Why do I see a frustrated Prompto setting up a powerpoint presentation in an attempt to hammer the Truth into Noctis’ head? (Galahdians: You go, little chocobo-man! They’re also vaguely curious as to whether this attempt will frustrated the patented Lucia Caelum Idiocy.)
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