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That Cruellest Cut/I Swear It By The Styx fusion thing that is totally @hamelin-born‘s fault:
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#they hug and they cry #and they probably end up yanking Nyx off-duty #and they hide in Cor’s office and they /talk/ #and Styx tells her faeder and her brother that she’s twice-born #that that’s how she knew her faeder was alive - she had memories of another life where this one was a game #because the gods have tortured them all enough for it to be more than believable and Styx doesn’t want to lie #and then - she tells them that Ardyn lives
#meanwhile Cor and Styx’s reunion has made it’s rounds of the rumour mill
#and Regis and Clarus are hella curious #and probably come down to see and end up being introduced to Cor’s kids #oh shit #I wanna write that now#Cor: this is my son and my daughter. Nyx is a glaive. Styx is a heretic. Aren’t they adorable #Regis&Clarus: wot?
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YES YES YES YES YES.
I just. Love this? I like the idea of Styx all but storming the Citadel, I love how she gives no shits and takes no prisoners as she bullies her way to Cor, I love, love, love the description of how Cor just. Slams the door open when he hears her name - good god(s), I just. Have the mental image of him quietly working away at some paperwork, and hearing a ruckus (which he ignores; his secretary is a dragon, it’s what he pays her for) - and then. Then, that name. That name that has haunted his dreams for over twenty centuries, that name he would recognize even half-dead, the name he has carved close on his heart and mourned for lifetimes of mortal men - that name.
And then Cor is standing, and fuck that his desk is in the way, he half-scuttles half-climbs over it as he dashes for the door - and it’s his daughter. It’s his daughter, his beautiful daughter, his death-river, his little oathkeeper, and then she is in his arms and this is so much better then any dream, it is his daughter. And then, a scant handful of words later, it’s his son as well. His beautiful son, who went to the Kingsglaive, who has been here all this time and he never knew.
His children. His children. And he sees Ardyn in Styx’s face and it is pride and joy and black, bitter sorrow in one.
Cor probably calls up Drautos ASAP to all but demand that he loan Ulric to him for the forseeable future, and Nyx shows up not knowing what the hell is going on, only to see - only to see his Faeder, his Faeder, his Faeder and then ten seconds later he’s in Cor’s arms as well and the three of them sink to the floor in a tangled mess of tears and laughter and they’re together again. They’re together again, and it’s bliss and pain and an endless, aching relief.
And Styx tells them of being twice-born, and the existence of the game, and how things don’t exactly match up, but it’s close enough that she tracked Cor down just in case, and - brace yourselves. Because she knows that in the game Ardyn Lucis Caelum was the Accursed, damned to immortality, doomed to wander Eos until the prophecy claimed him, and. And. She and Nyx were Cursed by That Fucker, but Cor is their father’s Shield, literally bound to him metaphyiscally and magically to share his fate, and if Cor is alive centuries later, then it’s more proof that the game was accurate like this.
That Ardyn Lucis Caelum is alive.
They. They all have a good long cry after that.
Styx asks Cor to squeeze Lucian Intelligence until they get him a picture of Niflheim’s Imperial Chancellor Ardyn Izunia because that was Ardyn’s identity in the game, and she. She. She’s already set her own inquiries in motion, she thinks she’s accurate, but she doesn’t know.
I don’t think that Nyx and Styx go back to their crappy apartment(s) after that. None of them can bear to be that far apart from each other after so long apart, after the various Emotional Upheavels they’ve undergone. They all pile into Cor’s apartment for the evening, and Cor - for the first time in literally ages, Cor gets to watch as his children drift off to sleep, tangled together in a jumbled pile of arms and legs. He gets to stand guard, the way he did so long ago in their nursery.
Also -yes, to Clarus and Regis accidentally stumbling on the crying-and-rejoicing reunion, yes. They. Really have no idea what they stumbled across when they walked into Cor’s office, did they? Yes, write it write it please!
Also, Styx: Excuse me, I’m not a heretic. I’m the heretic.
Cor: Styx, what did you do?
Styx: Got excommunicated by the Cult of Bahamut for writing a scholarly paper logically analyzing why he was a god-like entity unworthy of veneration. It was banned in four countries and burned en masse in some of the rural backwaters.
Cor: …can I have a copy? I’m sorry that I missed it, I’ve mainly stayed away from religion ever since I lost you two.
Styx: I also run one of the best private intelligence networks in existence. I’ve put a lot of time and effort into it.
Clarus+Regis: I’m not sure what I expected Cor’s children to be like but this - yep, they’re his kids all right.
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