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Duty/Love

For @ffxvloqiweek, which has been a blessing so far askjdhfdgajaajfkh

Day and Prompt(s): Day 5, “Duty” Pairing: Cor/Loqi Rating: Mature? Explicit? Word count: 7,022 [[Well FUCK ME, I wanted to make a 2k fic but my hand slipped]] Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence and blood.

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I hope the read more line works. If not, I’ll remove this and keep only the AO3 link (due to length).

“It’s my duty.”

He would tell so to himself every time he forgot. Every time he got carried away. Every time that the lie was so good, he mistook it for reality.

Every time that he felt his heart race, when those rough-skinned fingertips explored his cheeks; every time his cheeks turned red when icy blue eyes stared adoringly at him; every time an army of butterflies invaded his body whenever hands held him by the waist, or the arms, or the face, and those words slipped past the pair of soft, hypnotizing lips; ‘I love you’.

Loqi sometimes forgot what it was.

‘It’s real’ he had murmured against his lover’s lips endless times. ‘It’s true’, he had kissed him. ‘It’s love’ he had breathed.

But it was different.

It was duty.

“Loqi” Cor greeted him in his usual quiet, secretly shy, but joyful way. The younger man had exited the room he shared with the Lucian and smiled at his sight. He liked how Cor said his name whenever he saw him; as if no matter if it was a week or three minutes, he would always say his name when he saw him, as if he had missed him, as if never having enough of the melody of his name. “I’m hungry. Are you not?”

“If you are, then so am I” the Nif said with a playful smile, going towards him. He was immediately and naturally received in the older man’s arms, which sneaked around his waist and lifted him off the ground for only a few seconds, while Loqi rounded Cor’s neck with his arms and kissed him casually, with a wide, happy smile. “What’s for dinner today, my dear?”

Cor hummed as if in his version of a purr, smiling widely. “What?” Loqi asked with a laugh. “You don’t usually call me any pet names” Cor said happily. “I like it.” “Well, don’t get used, you, fool” Loqi replied with a still playful smirk, and earning a chuckle from the older man. “You’re in your coat” Cor noted, arms still hugged to the smaller man. “You going somewhere?” “Why, you don’t want me to?” Loqi asked lowly and still playfully, raising an eyebrow. The Lucian laughed under his breath again. “Of course I don’t” Cor whispered as he pulled the younger man closer, leaning down for their noses to rub. “And if you do, I’d follow.”

Loqi smiled lovingly at the words and stared affectionately at either Cor’s eyes or his mouth. His hands moved to hold the Lucian’s face tenderly.

He’s so in love with me.

“You, cheesy old man” Loqi whispered, and both smiled playfully at each other. Returning to a more serious air, Loqi’s smile softened. “I love you, Cor.”

“I love you too” the older man whispered back and, finally, he closed the eyes. Loqi kept them open for a little bit more, but closed them when both leaned closer to press their lips together, softly, but firmly.

It’s my job.

Loqi had to remind so to himself after he let a minute of kissing go on. It was easy to forget when Cor’s mouth was on him; when his words pushed the lies aside; when his presence alone made him forget everything but Cor and Cor alone. Cor, and his beautiful eyes; his short hair, his beautiful body, his scars, and how incongruously soft and tender he was in his physical actions in contrast to how tall and tough he was.

Loqi’s hands softly moved down to rest on Cor’s shoulders while both still kissed. Their lips captured each other and let go, over and over. They shared and stole each other’s breath, tongues shyly poking, and mouths kissing as if not having enough, but remaining soft.

Soft. Leonis was a soft lover. He could get beastly and rough in bed, but in the same measures he could love tenderly. Loqi had discovered in a year of relationship that Cor was tender.

There was no way to kill the Immortal. Frontal attacks wouldn’t work; backstabbing won’t. You can’t kill him as an enemy, so they tried with a friend. It did not work, either. Cor had seen the betrayal and the disguise before the multiple Nif spies could make a move. No enemy or friend can kill him.

Loqi put his hands on the Marshal’s arms, softly. Slowly, while their mouths were still busy on each other, he let his hands snake down, caressing, following the path of the arms until he reached Cor’s hands, that rested at his waist, holding him. The Nif took them and gently put them away, only to bring them up. They broke from the kiss only for a moment, while Loqi adjusted Cor’s hands on his face.

He looked up at the Lucian and gave him a shy, innocent look. His cheeks turned red and he couldn’t help but look slightly away, keeping a hand on top of one of Cor’s, which cupped his face. Cor smiled as if moved and didn’t say a word. He leaned close to press a kiss to Loqi’s forehead. The cute and affectionate gesture made Loqi’s heart melt, and it brought butterflies to his stomach.

When they started kissing again, Loqi put his hands shyly on Cor’s chest, and started subtly and slowly moving them down. Exploring. Analyzing.

Your job is simple. If no enemy or friend can kill the Immortal, then you won’t be enemy or friend.

Cor was a tender gentleman. He liked to give Loqi forehead kisses, and always did it with the eyes closed and the heart so full, it was almost possible to touch the affection he radiated. He liked to kiss his knuckles, too. He liked to caress Loqi’s body softly, love it quietly. He always tried to make sure he was comfortable, warm, happy. Took him to dates and always made sure he was alright. Gave him what he wanted, even what he did not ask for.

Sometimes he brought him a flower. A little pebble. A chocolate. Little details that made him think of Loqi, things he thought would make him smile.

As a lover, Leonis was tender, a gentleman, and innocent like a child that only wanted to give. When he was in love, Leonis forgot about every bad thing in the world, about malice or hatred. He turned into an innocent ray of light that adored his lover to the point of almost becoming worship.

He liked to praise Loqi. A lot. For his beautiful face; for his eyes, his nose, for his eyebrows. For his beautiful body; for his silky skin. For his lips. For his passion; for his secret kindness. For his loving heart; for his words; for his way of moving, for his way of loving. For existing. For sharing his existence and his love with him.

Loqi’s hands rested on Cor’s torso, above the stomach. He liked the strong sensation underneath. The way it subtly moved with every breath Cor took in between kisses.

Cor’s hands held his face adoringly, and his thumbs softly caressed his face. One of his hands moved back to start gently stroking his hair with so much adoration, Loqi’s breath trembled; even with little gestures like that, Cor made him feel…like a deity.

It was nice. It made his cheeks burn, and it sent his heart racing.

He breathed shakily against the Marshal’s mouth, and Cor paused too for a bit, but didn’t break apart. He leaned even closer to rest his forehead on Loqi’s, and both stood quiet for a moment.

Even the silence was nice with him. It felt even more intimate than saying something.

You will infiltrate in Lucis. Meet the Marshal by accident.

Cor had been wary of him at first. Did not like to talk with him. But, eventually, in ways he could not catch, he had befriended him. Slowly, step by step, after literal years, Loqi had earned his trust.

Loqi leaned in again to unite their lips again, softly. He only kissed him once, and waited for a reaction. Cor stayed still for a moment, as if tasting the kiss, focusing in the sensation it left on his lips.

When Cor leaned close to kiss him back, and Loqi answered the gesture, and as both got distracted once again in the kissing, Loqi subtly removed one of his hands, and brought it into his own coat.

You will befriend him, but will go beyond that.

Loqi subtly moaned in between kisses when Cor’s fingertips caressed his nape, at the time the Marshal’s tongue gently poked his. The moan had been so natural, Loqi was not sure if he had faked it or not. He grew eager; his hands grew a little impatient. He wanted Cor; he really was starting to crave him in those moments. Wanted to bring him to the couch, or to the bed.

When they started sleeping together, Loqi had asked him to be rough. Loqi himself had shown himself active and passionate, to the point of almost being obscene. Every man he had been with always liked it like that; rough, aggressive, vulgar. Cor himself had been like that, too, at the beginning.

But the more they slept together, the softer Cor turned. The less he thought about obscenities, the less he tossed Loqi around, the less he dirty-talked to him. As if the more time went, the more the sincerity of Cor’s love for him grew. For the past months, Cor had not fucked him.

He had made love to him.

You will bring him to your bed; you will conquer his heart. You will make him fall in love with you. So deep, so profound, he has no way back from it.

And, lately, that was what Loqi was craving. No obscenities; no roughness. Just Cor’s hands slowly exploring his body; gently holding his hips; tenderly caressing his face, stroking his hair with love. His warm skin against his own, slow, taking its time. His mouth on his; his eyes on his. Loving him slowly, with care. With love.

A man is alert against enemies and friends, but goes fully blind when he’s in love.

Loqi brought his hand back out from his coat. He had forgotten he had it there.

With a hand still on Cor’s stomach, he let the moment linger, and his mouth continued kissing Cor’s, non-stop. Despite how long they had spent there, Cor did nothing to bring him anywhere nor did he make a first move.

He always waited for Loqi to do it. As if it was his way of asking for permission; never wanting to do anything that could upset him; always wanting Loqi to want it.

And he wanted it. He really did.

You must make sure that he falls in love with you so profoundly like he’s never loved before, that he would fully trust his life on your hands.

Loqi’s hand moved again, caressing with careful fingertips the zone of Cor’s torso, above his tummy, under his ribcage. His hand moved down and explored through the shirt, as if looking for something.

Cor didn’t break from the kiss. He stayed there, caressing the younger man’s face and hair, feeling his neck with his fingertips, and always kissing him, dearly, with his shy but sincere way of loving. Tender.

And once he’s in love with you, you will wait for the correct moment,

Loqi started bringing his other hand back to Cor.

And you will kill him.

And he put the tip of the knife subtly against Cor’s tummy.

Loqi half-opened the eyes mid-kiss, to watch the Lucian. Cor had not reacted to the knife; he had yet not noticed.

It was strange. So strange, Loqi waited for a long while as if not believing it himself. The Immortal had a fame of seeing everything, knowing everything, unveiling everything. Rumors had it you could shoot a gun while he sleeps, and he would still move away of the bullet’s trajectory in the last moment.

The fact that Cor was standing in his own apartment, kissing his lover, and with the tip of a knife right on top of a vital organ, and had yet noticed…it really was amazing.

He’s really so blinded…

Love really blinded, Loqi guessed, even the wariest of men. The Lucian could trust wholeheartedly anyone and still have the guard up. But romantic love…it really had won against him.

Cor had prepared in case of being betrayed by friends and family…but never by what he had thought to be the love of his life.

Love is trusting your life on someone else’s hands, giving them the power to kill you, and knowing they won’t.

What a shame, Loqi thought. That love could be one-sided.

Loqi, finally, tensed his hand and ordered it to move forwards…

But it suddenly didn’t move. His hand stayed frozen in the same spot, only the tip of the blade pressed against Cor’s shirt. He tried again, but his hand didn’t move.

You’re at risk of believing your own lie and back away when the moment comes. Do not.

Loqi’s heart was racing madly in his chest. He could almost feel it in his throat. The more Cor’s lips moved against his, the more frozen his hand became.

It was hypnotizing; Cor’s kisses. The way his mouth kissed him so sweetly and with so much love. It was truly mesmerizing.

Loqi had no idea someone could love this intensely. This…sincerely. Cor saw him as almost a deity; always praised him, always treated him like that, looked at him like he was an angel…

Remember Your duty.

Loqi had been with plenty men in the past for similar purposes, and while he usually had fun with them, none of them had ever…loved him like that. With so much honesty. With the whole heart; with the whole soul. None had ever looked at him like they would go through every hell, earth, and heaven just to make him smile, like Cor did…and it was…nice.

No. You don’t love him. It’s not love; it never was.

It was not supposed to be…

Loqi’s hand trembled.

Why are you hesitating…?

He had never failed before. He had never hesitated. Men were disgusting; all they wanted was sex and someone that praised them. Loqi always felt satisfaction when the moment of killing them came, his hand was always eager to move.

So why was it not obeying this time…?

He stopped the kiss and left his mouth hanging open. Cor still kissed him a little, but soon noticed the way Loqi trembled, the way he left the mouth open. At first he had thought it excitement, the moment when he left Loqi breathless. But this was different.

Loqi had started the relationship fully aware of what he was doing. That it was a lie. That every time he said to Cor ‘I love you’, it was a lie.

But he had started to forget. He had had many chances to do this in the past, and he had not done it because he had forgotten why he was even there in the first place.

He was forgetting this was not real. He had been lying so well, he had believed his own lie.

He had said ‘I love you’ so many times as a lie…perhaps it had started to turn into truth.

Cor was different.

No…

Cor slowly and eventually stopped kissing him. He waited some moments, try to see if everything was in order. Loqi’s body was tense, and he had stopped breathing.

When Cor opened the eyes, Loqi panicked.

He’s going to see it.

So he did it before Cor would.

Cor had started to formulate a question when he felt it; a sudden piercing pain in his tummy, on the left side. The not-formulated question transformed into a noise that was half-gasp and half a groan of both surprise and pain. Cor’s eyes flew open as he bent slightly forwards at the sudden sensation in his stomach; a burning, hot, sharp pain that had pierced into his body.

He looked down at Loqi as if looking for an answer, as if looking…for help.

But all that Loqi did was look up at him with a frown and cold eyes. Full of hatred.

Cor took too long understanding; indeed, Loqi didn’t think he actually finished processing it. They were still hugged as if nothing had happened; Loqi kept the knife buried to the halt in his stomach, and Cor, breathless, was staring down at him in shock.

After a moment of staring, Loqi’s frown deepened, and he grew angered.

How dare he look at me with so much innocence…!?

Not standing the way Cor still looked at him adoringly despite the shock and the pain, Loqi growled under his breath and held tightly the knife, and then proceeded to twist it while still buried in Cor’s body. He did it with anger; he did it violently. He twisted it fully to a side, then to the other, and repeated multiple times. Cor, still holding him, groaned with every movement, letting out a noise Loqi had not heard before from him.

Whimpers of pain.

It hurt. Hearing Cor in pain…it hurt.

And it maddened Loqi.

He was not supposed to have these feelings; he was not supposed to feel hurt and scared by hearing Cor in pain. And the fact that he was, the fact that it really hurt him to hurt Cor, it made him angry.

I’m not supposed to feel anything right now…!

So he stabbed him again. Brought the knife out quickly, and as quickly he made it return to a second spot in Cor’s tummy.

Cor was not even trying to defend himself. Be it the shock, be it anything else, Cor didn’t try to do anything. He only let himself be stabbed, and groaned loudly again.

It hurt even more. As if there was a connection between Cor’s body and Loqi’s heart, and stabbing him was only a way of hurting himself in the process.

It maddened him.

So he stabbed him a third time. Brought the knife out and violently made it return to a third spot. Cor should have anticipated it; with his fame in reflexes, he should have anticipated this, to already be out of the shock. But he didn’t; he had not expected it.

Love had truly blinded him.

Frowning deeply and glaring at the older man with anger, Loqi twisted the knife again before bringing it out roughly.

And then he just looked at Cor. As if waiting for his reaction.

Cor was looking at him. Directly to the eyes. Mouth open and eyes widened, face pale, and still not breathing. He stayed still for a long while, doing but stare at him. Loqi breathed heavily, eyes angered, frowning.

And then, Cor fells to his knees.

As he fell, his hands immediately looked for Loqi; they held to him, and Loqi, by reflex, held him back. He tried to keep Cor upwards, and helped him to not fall too roughly on the ground; he guided his way down on his knees in front of him, slowly, but still heavily, while Cor’s hands held tightly to him like the world would collapse and he was the only anchor to hold to.

Cor fell to his knees letting out a shaky breath, legs weak and orientation gone. Even down, he still stayed holding to Loqi tightly and strongly, body heavy and threatening to collapse.

And despite everything, Loqi held him in place.

It was a long while with Cor shaking violently in his spot and holding tightly to Loqi as if waiting for him to do something.

“…Loqi” he managed to breath out shakily, eyes wide in terror. And then, as if it took from him all his physical and inner strength, and more than he had, Cor let it out; “…why?”

“…it was my duty, Cor” Loqi replied, trying to sound dry, and hating himself for the way it came out in a murmur. “It’s nothing personal…”

It took a lot of strength that was not physical to let go of Cor. Loqi held him against him, helping him stay on his knees, but he knew he had to let go. His job was done; he had nothing more to do here.

Loqi would normally slit the throats of his victims.

But he didn’t have the heart to do it this time.

He thought it would be more bearable if he let Cor bleed to death. That way, it would have been the bleeding what killed him, and not him.

And that way, he could at least walk away, and not see Cor when he died…

Cor’s breath was ragged and difficult, and he still trembled violently. Loqi hated to see him in such a state, but tried to remind himself that all this had always been a lie, and that it had no reasons to affect him.

This man was his victim; his job. He had never been important to him; he did not have to feel bad about this.

Angered at the chaos of emotions within him that he was not supposed to be having, Loqi let go of Cor and pushed him slightly to make him fall to the floor. Cor fell sideways, his hands finally letting go of Loqi to press his wounds. He was shaking, and he breathed as if asphyxiating. It was a pathetic sight; Cor was agonizing and burning in pain at his feet.

Loqi always thought he would enjoy it.

It sickened him.

“Don’t try to contact anyone, Cor. It’s useless” Loqi warned him, as dryly as he could manage. “I cut your phone line, every communicating device you have, and I have your cellphone” he explained. “None the neighbors are home, and I will lock the door from outside anyway. It’s useless. You’re alone.”

Loqi thought about putting a foot on the older man’s head. In the end, he couldn’t bring himself to that. He only glared harder.

“Die”, he said almost as if it was an order.

Said that, Loqi forced himself to look away, and gave a first step towards the door.

“Loqi-!”

He stopped when Cor’s hand grabbed his ankle. Cor was still down on the floor, a hand pressing his wounds, and whole body trembling violently.

The way he grabbed his ankle, the strength of it would not have been enough. It had been the intention of it what made Loqi stop.

He stood still some moments, but refused to look down at him. He tried to convince himself that it was because he didn’t care.

His heart said it was because it hurt.

“…Loqi” Cor breathed out more calmly, but still with difficulties. “Just…I need to know-…” he paused and groaned in pain. “…did you never…love me?”

“Everyone asks the same” Loqi muttered. “And the answer is always no.”

“…Loqi” Cor called again from his spot, fingers curling around the cloth of Loqi’s pants, as if fearing he would walk away and trying to hook him in place. “…look…look at me.”

“I have no reasons to-”

“Please…”

As if it was an order from a superior, Loqi fell silent at that last word. He untensed a little, and hesitated. He tried to remind himself that he did not have any reasons to obey him.

Please. The way Cor always said please, it had always been so gentle. So sweet. Always for a cute purpose. Like when he asked Loqi for a kiss, please. For a hug, please.

To stay with him…please.

Loqi swallowed to try to get rid of the knot in his throat, and ended up looking down at Cor.

Cor was looking up at him, despite being thrown on the ground. Loqi’s eyes wandered down to his tummy, and his heart skipped a beat at the sight of the large pool of blood on the floor, and how horribly much Cor’s shirt and hand were soaked and heavy in red. Still, Cor looked at him, as if not even noticing or minding the wounds.

Suddenly frightened at the sight, as if it was the first time he saw blood, Loqi stared with sudden terror, but he looked away immediately by reflex when Cor murmured his name again.

“Loqi” the Nif turned to look at him, still frightened. Cor was looking at him still with shock, but, despite it all…relatively calm. Conscious. “Did you…never...love me?”

Loqi stared at him silently. He stayed mute. He knew the answer; it was simple. He should not have reasons to hesitate.

But he did. Something about Leonis...and the way he looked at him, it was making it impossible to say it.

Why is he making it so difficult…?

“…it was my duty” he repeated in a murmur, as if that would say it all.

Cor stayed quiet. He looked away for a moment and snorted in pain, trembling, but even then not letting go of Loqi’s ankle. He took a few moments to breathe and try to control himself and the pain, and then he looked up at Loqi again.

His eyes were drowning in tears. The sight made something in Loqi’s stomach wrench.

“…did you?” Cor insisted, and the question was enough to tell Loqi what he already knew; he had avoided the question. Cor was not asking him why he did it. Cor was asking for a different answer, whether it was duty or not.

Loqi did not reply. He stared at Cor with slightly wide eyes, frozen in his place. His mouth gaped, and he hesitated.

The same icy blue eyes that he had lied to so many times…they were looking at him, waiting desperately for an answer. As if he could stand the wounds, but not not having the answer to what he asked.

Instead of looking for help, or attacking back, or screaming, or anything else…was that question, really, the only thing that preoccupied him? Whether Loqi had ever loved him or not?

Was that what Cor cared about in his agony…?

Why is he so stupid…!?

Loqi’s eyes started itching. He swallowed again, but the knot in his throat only tightened.

“…of course not” he whispered. He looked away, shaking the head as if in regret, and then let out a shaky breath. “I never did.”

Cor still stared up at him, but this time it was with surprise. With sadness. With sudden hopelessness.

And his eyes suddenly looked at him…so brokenhearted, that Loqi forced himself to look away once more.

“It was just my duty, Cor” Loqi insisted. “Loving you was not personal, as so isn’t killing you. I’m paid for this. And I’m done.”

Loqi dared to look down at him again. But all that he found was the same brokenhearted eyes that looked up at him in shock.

Cor had been stabbed three times. He was bleeding at an alarming pace. He was dying. And, yet, never had he cried.

Until then.

After Loqi answered his question, Cor looked up at him brokenhearted and in shock. And he dropped a pair of quiet tears.

Loqi tried to convince himself that they were tears of physical pain. But he knew better.

Are three stabs not enough to make him cry, but saying I never loved him was…?

Loqi thought he would be angry at the idea…but all that he felt was his stomach shrinking, and his heart wrenching inside. It was horrible; everything inside him started wrenching and feeling as if on fire, he was sure he was literally burning inside.

After watching Cor drop a pair of tears of a broken heart, the Nif looked away roughly, and started hurrying his way to the door, making Cor’s fingers unhook from his clothes.

“Loqi-!” Cor let out hurriedly, in a hoarse hiss.

Loqi did not stop. He hurried to the door, putting the knife back in a pocket of his coat, and put a hand on the knob.

Before he could turn it, he heard a thud and a groan from the Marshal.

It paralyzed him.

After a moment, Loqi dared to look back.

Cor was trying to push himself up on a hand. He was shaking violently, and blood poured down his body like a thick cascade. Once more, Loqi stared at the blood and the alarming way it was flowing. He was distracted from the sight only by Cor’s inhuman effort as he tried to push himself up on his knees. He almost had it…but, then, after moving an inch forwards, he collapsed and hit the ground, whimpering in pain.

Loqi’s heart skipped a beat.

Why, you don’t want me to leave?

Despite the way he breathed as if hyperventilating, and the way he shook in a burning pain, Cor still tried with his free hand again, and he used it to pathetically drag himself on the floor a few inches forwards.

Of course I don’t. And if you do…

Loqi’s heart fell, and he put a hand to his chest at the sudden sensation that his heart had stopped.

I’d follow.

Cor stopped for a moment, head down, and wheezing out in effort and pain. Loqi stared at him, the hand holding tightly to the knob of the door, and the body paralyzed.

It was too much blood. Whatever Loqi had stabbed, it was going to kill Cor in a matter of a couple minutes.

And still, Cor moved the hand again; put it ahead, tried to keep it firm on the floor. And he used it to drag himself on the floor a few inches more, towards the door. Towards Loqi.

Loqi’s eyes suddenly drowned in tears. The man that had loved him so tenderly, the gentleman that always brought little gifts and details to him. Who always gave him his jackets when it was cold, who liked to kiss his knuckles. The man he had slow-danced with in the kitchen. Who proudly bragged about him with his friends. Who smiled at Loqi like he was the sun after a life of darkness, an angel among demons, the source of life itself. The man that hugged him and closed the eyes like it was both a first and last hug.

Who had trusted his life in his hands.

Literally dragging himself on the floor towards him, even after Loqi had shown to not be the correct person to trust.

Because he still loved him.

It was my duty, he told Cor. ‘Nothing personal’.

He had been given the orders. He met him because it was his job; talked to him because it was his job, enamored him, laughed at his jokes, looked at him because it was his job. Faked the relationship because he was told to.

“…Loqi…” Cor breathed out with effort, head still down and whole body still trembling violently. His hand tried to tightly hold his wounds, but the blood still escaped him. He whimpered, groaned, breathed raggedly and with effort as he tried to continue dragging himself on the floor. “…please…”

Nothing had ever been real; the love story he built, it was all fiction. He had never meant any kiss; any hug; any longing gaze, any secret shared, any hold of hands. Any ‘I love you’.

It was not love.

It had never been.

Loqi’s hand tightened on the knob.

“Loqi…” Cor called again, and once more tried to push himself up on a hand.

It’s not love. It’s duty.

And so, forcing himself to look away, Loqi turned the knob and opened the door.

“No!” Cor whimpered shakily as loudly as he could, with the voice breaking and full of pain that did not come from the wounds, but rather from within. Loqi heard the brokenhearted pain in that word. So short, so small, and still managing to send a shiver through his body, like a bolt. It was not just a word; it was a plea. “Loqi…”

Loqi opened the door more, not daring to look back. He gave a first step out, heard Cor hurriedly move behind him-

-and then another thud.

Loqi looked back. Cor had collapsed again.

He was using both hands to hold his wounds; both hands were so covered in red, it looked like he was wearing gloves. He was lying on his side, bleeding, shaking even harder than before. Every time he exhaled, he whimpered; every time he inhaled, he wheezed in pain. He was heaving.

This time he did not get up.

I must remember my duty…

Loqi stayed frozen at the door. He looked outside to the hallway, and back to Cor. As if waiting for him to try to push himself up again, as if not wanting to leave until he saw Cor move up again. Loqi looked at the hallway again, and his legs trembled, hesitating whether to give a second step out or not, and he looked back at Cor. Every second that passed was making Loqi’s breath heavier and quicker, and every second covered his eyes in more and more tears. He stayed there, trying to force himself out the apartment, until he was breathing as quickly as his heart beat, and until his eyes were so covered in tears he could not see anything.

His heart raced, faster, faster for each second that Cor spent on the floor and did not get up.

His duty asked him to leave.

But this is not duty.

Breathing heavily as if near a panic attack, and finally dropping a pair of tears, Loqi rushed back into the apartment.

He pulled Cor’s cellphone out from a pocket and immediately sent the emergency alert that connected straight with the Citadel HQs. He dropped the phone at the time he dropped himself down on his knees in front of Cor, hands hurrying to the older man’s face.

“Cor- Cor, no, wait- no” Loqi said hurriedly, stumbling upon his own words. “Cor, hang on, I-I didn’t-…it was not true- I was not- hang in there, Cor, you’ll be- you’ll be fine, okay? Answer to me. Cor, answer to me!”

As he spoke, Loqi turned Cor carefully but hurriedly, and he started adjusting him. On dead weight and as bigger than him as he was, Cor was a bit of a challenge to pick up, but Loqi tried until he pulled Cor into his arms, cradling him. Half-lying on the floor, and half-held in Loqi’s arms, Cor breathed as if asphyxiating, wheezing whenever he inhaled.

Loqi put a hand to his face, making it turn to look at him. Cor’s eyelids either fluttered or fell shut. He was cold. The man that was always warm to his touch, freezing. Pale like snow.

“Hang on, Cor…” Loqi whispered, tears streaming down his face, while he adjusted Cor in his arms. He held him in place with an arm, and used the other hand to press his wounds.

Cor was not pressing them anymore. His hands laid limp on his tummy, not applying any force.

Loqi’s hand immediately turned fully red as soon as he pressed the injuries. Cor responded with a quiet whimper, and the eyelids fluttering open for a second.

“It’s okay, Cor, you’ll be fine” Loqi cried, a hand on Cor’s wounds, and the other arm cradling him against his chest. “Just stay with me, okay?”

Cor didn’t reply. It took a moment as he blinked before he could keep the eyes open. They looked feverish and lost, and out of focus, but they looked up at Loqi, as if only now noticing him.

Loqi stared back, trembling, but keeping him firmly in arms.

“Hang on, Cor” Loqi cried, as tears continued rolling down his cheeks. “I’m sorry…”

Loqi wanted to cry harder, but he forced himself to stay as collected as possible.

“I’m so sorry…” Loqi whimpered and felt stupid at his own words. Unworthy; with no rights to say such a thing. He wanted to put a hand to Cor’s face, but he knew he did not have to let go of the wounds, so he didn’t. “Stay with me, Cor…I-I’m...I’m staying with you, but I need you to stay with me too…okay?”

Cor didn’t reply. He kept the feverish eyes on Loqi, and didn’t make any expression or gave any sign to be listening. Not other than a pair of teary eyes.

Even in agony, Cor looked at him like he was angel…

Loqi sobbed and looked at the cellphone on the floor, next to him. The alert signal was still on. He begged internally that the Lucian elite forces would not take much longer to arrive. He knew it meant his arrest, but he did not give a damn; he would gladly take anything, death sentence even, but, by the gods, he needed them to save Cor…

He breathed shakily. Sobbed once, and closed the eyes. His heart hurt, as if it had been pierced by a blade.

“…I lied” Loqi whispered. He was trembling, and those last words had taken more effort than he had thought. His jaw was tense and every tear he dropped burned like fire. He opened the mouth again to continue, taking in a gasp, and it took a moment. It hurt; saying what he said next hurt as if this truth had been buried so profoundly in his heart that taking it out was pulling it out from the deepest part of his soul. “…I love you.”

Cor was getting colder, and his breath, even though it was still fast and heavy, had grown quieter. The blood did not stop. His body was untensing. His eyes were losing even more focus.

Loqi said those words slowly, as if wanting Cor to know he meant them. As if knowing the effort it took to just listen. Cor’s unfocused eyes were still on him, teary, and looking at him as if he had never seen him before.

Loqi bit his lower lip to try to contain himself, but he ended up sobbing, crying a little harder.

“I love you, Cor” Loqi repeated among tears. “Please, don’t die on me…”

Again, Cor did not show any signs to have heard or understood. He only stared up at Loqi like he was the only thing that existed.

And then, almost without blinking, two tears shyly escaped his eyes and rolled down the sides of his head.

Loqi watched Cor’s lips move a little, as if he was trying to say something, but did not find the strength to.

“Save your breath” Loqi shushed him, forcing a smile despite the tears. “Just…calm down…but stay awake, okay? Stay with me, Cor. I’m staying with you, so you stay with me…”

Cor blinked, and kept the eyes on him, but again said and did nothing. He let out another pair of silent and shy tears.

Suddenly, his body tensed and he trembled as if he had been struck by a bolt; Loqi held him tighter and panicked a little as Cor spasmed a bit and took in a loud gasp, the head moving slightly back. He stopped breathing for a moment while he stayed tense. Loqi tried to shush him as the bolt of pain faded.

“It’s okay, I’ve got you- stay with me, Cor” Loqi repeated, pressing Cor closer to him. “Don’t die…please, stay with me…”

Cor stayed limp in his arms. His body was thrown on the floor, and his head was cradled in Loqi’s arm, against his chest. Loqi held him like he had loved him all the past year; tenderly. Cor wanted to help him with he wounds, but his hands had stopped functioning; for harder he tried, he could not get them to obey. They laid limp, one on the floor, the other on his tummy, next to Loqi’s hand. He wanted to reach to touch it, but his hand not even then would listen.

Cor started losing more focus; he tried to look up at Loqi, tried to look down at the place where he was almost touching his hand, but it became harder to see. Everything was blurry. He hated the sensation.

So he closed the eyes.

“…Cor?”

Even listening was difficult; Loqi’s voice was distant, echo-y. Like it was part of a dream and he was starting to wake up, but backwards.

He should have known that if he didn’t have the strength to keep the eyes open, he would not have strength enough to talk, but he still tried. He wanted to tell something to Loqi.

“Cor.”

He wanted to tell him that he had to stop worrying whether Cor lived or not. That it really didn’t matter if he died now. Because Loqi had come back. He had regretted what he did.

“Cor!”

He heard Loqi yell something else, but his ears did not quite catch it.

He wanted to tell him that true, what he did had been horrible but it was done. What mattered now was that Loqi had regretted it. That he was staying with Cor. That he had come back.

Whether he lived or died, the facts were that Loqi had come back, was holding him, and told him he loved him. Said it with both words and actions.

Whatever happened now, it was not important.

Loqi loved him.

Cor became numb to the pain. He could not hear Loqi’s voice that yelled and screamed, nor feel him shaking him in arms to bring him back awake. All that Cor felt was a warm bloom in his heart, and a sudden sensation of completeness.

Loqi loved him. Whether he had done it for duty or not, Loqi loved him. If he died, he would go with that last knowledge, and that was all that he needed.

Unable to hear, see, or feel what was happening, Cor let his head rest against Loqi’s chest, kept the eyes closed, and, as unconsciousness took over, he smiled.

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hanalwayssolo · 6 years

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21! :)

21) Tell me about another writer(s) who you admire? What is it about them that you admire?

Holy shit, anon. Okay. Let me try to do justice to this question. This is probably going to be long, but let me just use this to list down and thank and shamelessly admire out loud some of the wonderful creators that have been such a huge inspiration and in some way urged me to keep writing:

@dothewrite incorporates poetry and prose in a way that is so exceptionally visual, and they write the Haikyuu!! boys so, so well

@iinkpools is the first writer I came across in the ffxv community, and immediately fell in love with the way she writes her stories

@angelic-guardienne‘s headcanons and scenarios are always on point and have since been the source of my joy ever since I read this. Her masterlist is worth keeping and saving in your bookmarks

@nifwrites @mooshinspace @cupnoodle-queen, who are all incredibly talented writers, and it’s all because reading their wonderfully-written OC stories that fueled and inspired me to do the same. Nif’s My Darling Raincloud & Mish’s Chasing Suns are both a mighty treat to read (and I’m slightly panicking cos I can’t find and link Moosh’s Sunshowers and Moonlight Hero lmao)

@hypaalicious @louisvuittontrashbags @diabolik-trash-heap, the beautiful thot trifecta, if not for their insanely amazing and fap-worthy smut I wouldn’t be the trash that i am today lmao

@bleucommelhiver always does the Glaives and Nyx poetic justice in her writing, and never fails to give me a lot of feelings that I don’t really need. Like how her fic remember me as i was. fucked me up? Yeah. That was a trip down a very angsty lane.

@eternallydaydreaming2015 crafts back stories and characterization so freaking flawlessly, like filling the gaps I never knew existed. I will never forget how Cross To Bear ruined me.

@saphscribes, whose beautiful fic Keep What Remains have made me see Gladio in a different light. Also A+ prose, will forever recommend

@beauvoyr and her magical way with words. She nails second person/present tense POVs right in the head. Case in point: Lazy People Club’s For The Sleepy and Tired. Made me fall straight into Noctis hell.

@hextme @sonsoflucis - both of their writings are so incredibly poetic, like they command words to make armies of paragraphs out of them to purposely hurt you with feelings. it’s that good.

@lazarustrashpit because Scared of Love destroyed me. Also, despite destroying me with said fic, she’s a wonderful human being

@birdsandivory‘s The Softer Side series of headcanons is a goddamn gift worthy of all the superlatives

@animakupo @stopmopingstarthoping - whose stuff I’ve only recently discovered but hot daaaaaaamn the dialogue, the prose, everything is so on point

fanfiction writer asks

#replies #writing things #noctis’s voice: you guys..... are the best #also #there's a high probability that i missed some folks because my bookmarks/tags section is a disaster of epic proportions #in any case #so many good stuff to read so little time #✨✨✨✨✨✨

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sky-writes-daydreams · 7 years

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Happy Father’s Day, Cor.

So as promised. One for cor. :) He’s got to be such a good dad guys. Like legit.

“He’s going to get mad, Gladio….”

“No, he’s not. Just relax. You have a legit reason for being here hon.” You sighed a bit then and looked down in your arms. A small lunch bag was there covered by a black jacket. Your dad had been really stressed out lately. The war with the nifs was taking it’s toll on everyone. As the marshall and a close friend of the king tho…. He took it a bit harder than most. He just wanted to protect those he swore his life to. You completely understood where he was coming from on that. He had raised you with the same principles in mind. You were still just a bit softer than him. That’s probably why you were so worried right now.

Cor had told you last night that he was going to have a late night tonight and not to wait up for him. You often tried to his annoyance and that was also for tonight. Only when he left, He forgot his dinner and a rain coat. It was going to rain really bad tonight. You didn’t want him getting sick. He might be “The Immortal” But he could still catch cold. Thankfully your friend Gladio had no problem picking you up and giving you a ride back to the citadel. He parked the car in the garage below the area and smiled at you encouragingly.

“Second floor. Just ask for him hon…. Most of the crown guard knows about you.”

“Right…. Wait what?” He just laughed then and unlocked the door. You got out then and took a deep breathe. You weren’t scared of your dad. It was really hard to be scared of him when you’ve seen him cleaning the house when he thought he was alone. He was a honest to goodness sweet man. You were just nervous about bugging him at work. You had never come here like this before. You got into the elevator alone and hit the second floor button. It was oddly quiet so you started humming a bit. Only it stopped on the first floor. You knew the woman though.

“Oh. (Y/N).”

“Monica… Hey.” She smiled a bit then and stood next to you in the elevator.

“Bringing him dinner?” You looked over and she smiled.

“He was a bit upset when he realized it. He wasn’t looking forward to trying to go out.”

“He never does around that time. It’s a madhouse.” She nodded then and smiled.

“You got a ride home?”

“Gladio. He brought me.” She nodded then as the doors opened.

“Alright. Good to see you again (Y/N).”

“You too Monica.” She smiled gently then before going back to work. You walked out and located the main desk. There was a man there. He was looking over papers easily but looked up when you came close.

“Oh. Hey. Here for training?” He must have thought you were a new recruit or something.

“Um No sir. I have something for The Marshall.”

“Cor? Oh Hey you’re his girl huh?” You nodded then and he smiled.

“He got called by regis but…. Oh Hey. Cor!” He waved behind you and you pivoted on one foot. He was walking in next to Gladio’s father, Clarus. They were deep in conversation that stopped when he heard his name. It took him a second but He saw you.

“(Y/N)?” You smiled then and waved.

“Hi D- Sirs.” Cor walked over then With Clarus. Clarus was really nice outside of work but you wanted to try to keep it professional.

“What’s up? It’s not like you to be here….”

“Oh. You forgot your dinner.” You moved the jacket then and you saw it in his eyes. He was relieved.

“Oh… You didn’t have to.”

“It’s better than you going out. Plus You’re going to need your rain coat. There’s supposed to be a storm tonight.” He gave you a confused look then but took the jacket.

“Well Thanks (Y/N)…. You didn’t walk did you?”

“Oh no. I um…. I called Gladio. He said it would be ok.” You looked to Clarus and he nodded.

“He knows he’s allowed. I don’t mind…. You’re a devoted daughter Miss.”

“I try sir.” He nodded and Cor smiled at you. It was small but it was a smile.

“Thanks (Y/N)… You better get home now.”

“Yeah. Three chapters to read in one class again… Um… do you have any laundry?”

“Oh. Yes. I forgot to bring my basket down. You mind?”

“Nah. Just focus on work ok?” He nodded then.

“Alright. See you?” You nodded then and gave him a quick hug. He returned it gently before someone else needed them. You let them go and went back down alone. You could only hope he would see the note and realize what was going on. After all, Cor didn’t have a rain coat anymore. His last one got ruined in an attack.

After (Y/N) Dropped off dinner, It was back to business. We were trying to work on a few things and get things ready for anything. Any day now, an envoy was expected from the nifs detailing what they wanted from us. It was a tense time. Thankfully around eight, dinner time came. I could take a small break. I got the small box out and opened it. Still hot and steaming, She made my favorite. Mother and child egg bowls with baked chicken strips on the side. She really did spoil me when it came to dinner. Only inside the lid in a little baggie was a note. She had taped it there. I pulled it off gently and pulled out the paper. It was perfectly dry thanks to the baggie. I unfolded it and started reading her neat scrawl.

Hi Dad,

Don’t worry I’m not in trouble. I just wanted to surprise you. You’ve been working really hard lately to keep everyone safe so I knew you would have forgotten. Depending on what time you stop to eat, It’s either the day before or the day of, Father’s day.

Now what does one get The Immortal Cor for Father’s day? To be honest, I had no clue. It took me a while to come up with this idea. I sadly couldn’t make the coat itself but the patches I added on there, I did. Took me a while with a lot of needle pricks but it’s worth it. I want to be able to protect the people I care about like you do. So I started with your health. Besides making sure you eat and get sleep and everything…. I got you a new rain coat. You don’t need to catch a cold right now. It’s a lot stronger than the last one and it does go with the uniform. Well.. Sort of. You’ll see. I hope you like it dad… It’s just something small so you know that I still love you… and that I still need you in my life. So keep doing your best at the citadel. I’ll do my best from behind the scenes for a while longer.

Love (Y/N)

I smiled gently and picked up the coat. I had left it folded in a guest chair. A sleeve came free first and I stopped. It was the crown guards embalm but under it is what got him. Instead of his last night, It said “Best Dad”.

“You silly kid….” He finished unfolding it and soon laughed. On the back was a bigger patch. “Who needs guns when you’ve got a sword like mine?” Is what it said. She even had my older blade crossed with my current sword behind them. It must have taken her forever to make these. The stitching was tight but could be removed without harming the coat. She really knew what she was doing. Cor was stunned for once and ate in silence.

Once he was on dessert, he got a call from Regis. They wanted to see him to talk about something in person. He was used to it so he quickly packed up and grabbed the coat. It was faster to run outside for a bit instead of following the halls and the rain was finally here. He got it on right before hitting the rain and smiled. It was rather nice not getting soaked. It was even big enough to cover his sword on his side when zipped. He had just gotten inside and closed the door when He heard the chuckles. Cor turned and went to attention. It was Regis and Clarus. They were smiling. It was nice to see honestly. Powering the wall and wearing the ring did take a lot out of Regis.

“Where did you get the patch Leonis?”

“My Daughter. She made it for me.” Clarus was shocked but Regis just smiled.

“Good to see that she knows her father well.”

“I agree sir.” He walked forward and followed them into a conference room. It was a quick meeting about a security breach that could exist. Notes were taken and measures could be taken to keep it from being a big deal. It was very relaxed compared to normal meetings. Once everything was addressed, Cor was getting ready to go back to his office when Regis cleared his throat. He stopped and looked over.

“Yes Your highness?”

“Cor… You’ve been pulling a lot of hours lately.”

“Yes sir. There are things that need to be done after all.”

“Not tonight.” Cor stopped then and both of the older men smiled. They had plotted.

“You are to go home after collecting your effects.”

“But…”

“It can all wait till tomorrow. Go home and be with your daughter. And yes…. If it takes this.. This is an order.” He couldn’t believe these two. He just shook his head then.

“No order needed. I understand. See you tomorrow?” They nodded and that was it. He listened and soon was on the way home.

He walked into the flat, rain dripping off the jacket slightly and looked around. She wasn’t in the main rooms. Then he heard the grunts. She was always working on her hand to hand at home. So much so, she had installed a punching bag in her room. He slipped out of his boots then and walked over to the cracked door. She wasn’t using the punching bag. She was in the floor doing push ups with a text book propped up in front of her. Only one hand was touching the floor.

“Welcome home Dad.”

“Thanks kid… Can I join?” She nodded and He quickly joined her. he used both hands for now.

“Oh man, Sociology?”

“Psychology.” She turned the page then and he smiled.

“You’re how far?”

“One more chapter… Then five questions with three parts per chapter. Why?”

“Curious… I’m not usually home this early.”

“No you aren’t… Or this dry. You wore the jacket?”

“Still am.” She looked over and smiled then.

“Nice… Glad it fits.” He nodded then and barely nudged her.

“Thanks (Y/N)…”

“It was nothing…. Just… You needed it. And the patches were fun to make honestly.” She was smiling. He could see bandages on her fingers now. THey had to be from the needle pricks.

“Yeah. Regis and Clarus loved the one on the back.”

“Whoa they saw it!?” He nodded and she laughed then.

“Nice!!!”

“I’ll say. So…. Do you have psychology tomorrow?”

“Nah. I just wanted to get it done. Why?”

“Been awhile since we’ve done a movie night… I’ll let you choose.” She glanced over then.

“Did we get more popcorn?”

“Yes.” She smiled then and pushed herself up with one arm.

“Then let’s go! I’m thinking….Transporter.” He honestly grinned then getting up.

“You’re not going to want to try his driving out in town are you?”

“Why, Would you let me?”

“No!” She really laughed then and he couldn’t help it. A tight hug making her jump before they headed into the kitchen to get snacks and drinks ready for movie time. No matter what though, even she fell asleep on him around ten during the second movie, He didn’t take off the jacket. He liked the reminder of being her best dad.

#writing #ffxv #FFXV Fanfic #cor leonis #Sky writes #Sorry it's late.

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selenelavellan · 7 years

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All I Want To Do (is have some fun)

Concert AU

Deceit, Fear, Dirthamen belong to @feynites

Back to fluff!

Des squeezes his way through the apartment buildings stairwell, humming an old pop tune under his breath after a day of work. It's not glamorous, but it pays the bills and leaves him a little left over to treat himself with.

And he gets to giggle under his breath each time he asks someone through the phone line if their device is 'properly turned on'.

Selene is lounged across the couch beneath a light blanket, laptop open while she types away, a cold cup of tea perched on their new coffee table.

“Welcome home.” she calls without looking away from the screen. Several notebooks filled to the edges with scribbles and numbers are splayed open around her.

“I see you're still working. New textbook order?”

“Just a new edition for next year,” Selene hums “They don't want kids copying the homework from the previous years class, so I have to at least rearrange some questions before orders go out.”

Des nods, flipping through the mail pile.

Bill, past due notice, bill, coupons, and... “Is this the new lease?”

Selene finally looks up from her laptop. “Oh. Yeah. Our lease is up soon, so management dropped that off and asked if we'd be renewing again.”

“We're not, right?”

Selenes eyebrows scrunch together curiously. “Of course we're renewing. Where else would we go?”

“Oh, I dunno, off the top of my head we could, maybe, move in with our devastatingly handsome sig nifs and their place that's ten times bigger than ours? With working hot water?”

“That's...no, I don't think that's a good idea. Let's just renew, and we can maybe revisit this topic next year.”

Des plops down next to her on the couch, causing her laptop to nearly fall to the ground before she can catch it. “What's wrong with this year?”

“Its...” Selene bites down on her bottom lip, her gaze returning to the screen “It's still too early to move in together, don't you think?”

“It's been like a year and a half so, no, not really. I wasn't expecting us to renew last year, either.”

“And that's silly of you,” she reprimands. “There's nothing wrong with having separate apartments.”

“Except that we could be paying a lot less in rent and utilities, if it were split five ways instead of two.” Des argues.

“Oh please,” Selene says with a roll of her eyes “Have you met Fear? Anyplace in our price range, even split five ways, is not going to have a security system they'd be comfortable with.”

“They're fine with the security where we are now.”

“Des, our security system right now is a broken deadbolt, our kitchen knives, and the hope that the asbestos in the hallway will kill intruders before they make it inside. It's one of the reasons they never come over.”

“All the more reason we should move in together!”

“Des...” Selene groans as he shuts the top of her laptop.

“Listen, we spend over half our nights there anyways. We usually all eat together. We could keep an eye on the place while they're touring-”

“We already do that-”

“Exactly!”

She sighs, and Des waits while she seems to mull the matter over.

When she shakes her head and says no anyways, it starts to bug him.

“Selene, there is literally no reason not to do this.”

She turns him down again, and he pouts, trying to figure out how to convince her, before an idea strikes him.

“You know...” he drawls “With the bills split so many ways, I bet you'd finally have some money left over after you get paid for the textbooks.”

“That's all bill and grocery money, Des.”

“Yeah yeah yeah, just hear me out. What if it wasn't? What if, with three other people to share the burden of bills, you had enough left over to, oh, expand your wardrobe? Maybe so it's a bit bigger than 5 shirts and two pairs of pants and whatever you've managed to borrow from me?”

Selene huffs, but he can see the wheels turning in her head as she does the math.

“You could get a bike, like I've seen you eyeing. A motorcycle, even.” he presses.

“Motorcycles mean classes, maintenance, insurance, and a monthly payment that I can't do, so hard pass. Nice try though.”

“We could get a car-”

“That I can't even drive.” she scoffs.

“So we'll teach you. You should learn anyways.”

“I don't need to learn how to drive, Des.”

“You sound like your father,” he prods, before doing an unflattering imitation. “'Those damned demon machines, polluting the planet and producing more lazy generations who refuse to walk anywhere like a true elf should. Harrumph.' “

Selene snorts before breaking out into a small fit of giggles. “He's never said that before.”

“He would though,” Des points out. “You driving would piss him off to no end, which is exactly why you should.”

“That is a good reason,” she smirks “But I can get Deceit to teach me in his car without moving in together.”

Des lets out a loud groan, sitting up just so he can dramatically swoon back against her.

“Come oooooooon Selene. You haven't lived with anyone else but me ever since Carina and-” he pauses.

Sits up straight.

“You never moved in with Carina.”

“That's true,” Selene agrees, suddenly somber as she reopens her laptop.

“You dated her for five years.”

“Also true.”

He whips around so that he's face to face with Selene. “You've never lived with anyone but me.”

“Still true.” she hums.

“Oh no. Ooooh no, I am not waiting four more years for you to realize this is a stable relationship and we're not going to have to run away in the middle of the night. I need a regular dose of vitamin D in the morning before we're old and gray, Selene.”

“We can buy vitamin D pills if you-Oh, I just got that. Gross, by the way. And you don't know what could happen in the next few years. We wouldn't want to leave them holding the bill because the two of us had to leave again and broke the lease. What if something happened while they were out on tour, and we had to leave without saying goodbye?”

“I think they'd still be devastated if we left them with no warning regardless of our living situation.”

“But it'd be worse if they had to deal with getting rid of all our crap.” Selene argues. She sighs, tone going a little softer as she continues. “How are we going to keep hiding your clinic rehab meetings if we're living with them? Or what if the Carta finds us, and destroys whatever place we're sharing with them, and they get hurt, or worse? It's just...it's not a good idea, Des.”

Des lets out an overly put upon sigh before draping himself over Selene. “Fiiiiiine.”

She places a kiss to the top of his head and glances over to the coffee table, where he somehow moved her laptop while she wasn't looking. “Can I get back to work now?”

“Can we cuddle first?” he pouts through large, exaggerated eyes and lashes.

She hesitates before finally nodding and relaxing beneath him. “Yeah, alright. I'll finish it later.”

–

It's about a week later until Des is finally alone with Fear.

“So my and Selenes lease is up soon,” he tells them.

Fear doesn't respond, but they do pause in their preparation for dinner.

“She thinks we should renew.”

Fear puts down the knife, and makes their way over to Des before holding their hand out “Do you have the new agreement offer with you?”

Des grins, and pulls the folded up set of papers from his back pocket before handing them over.

Fears eyes slide across the agreement, their features becoming even more unhappy than they normally appear as they read through it.

“They really expect you to pay that much to live in that place?”

“It's robbery is what it is,” Des nods “I told Selene we should move in with you all, but she thinks it's a bad idea.”

Fear glances up from the lease with a raised eyebrow “Then why bring it up?”

“Because I know you're smart enough to see it's the best solution to our problem, babe.”

Fear gives a small 'hm' in response before tucking the lease into the back of their jeans. “Come help me shave the carrots.”

Des wiggles his eyebrows playfully at the potential innuendo, and strides into the kitchen to help anyways.

–

A couple more days pass, and the whole group is relaxing comfortably around Deceit, Fear, and Dirthamens apartment in various states of undress. Selene is typing away on another set of revisions, perched in Dirthamens lap on one of their chairs while Des braids through Deceits growing length of hair on the floor.

Fear looks up from their phone, breaking the relative silence. “Any of us good with yard work?”

Selene mutters “I can garden a bit, if that's what you mean.” without looking up from her computer screen.

Their head tilts slightly in consideration, and they quietly mutter 'I wonder if the yard could be re-purposed' before their attention returns to their phone.

Des glances over at them anyways, eyebrow raising curiously until Fear gives them a small 'I'm looking into it but don't tell anyone else yet' indication.

Grinning to himself, pleased with what may have been put into motion, Des returns to braiding Deceits hair, humming an old pop song beneath his breath.

#Concert AU #Selene lavellan #Des #Dirthalene #Deceit #Fear #Carina #There was a blurb in Feys about Fear looking for places they could all live together #and i just wanted to play with that a little bit

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restration3 · 4 years

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What Happens If You Eat Mold?

Table of Contents

Always Turn To The Professionals

Understanding What Mold Is

Is Mold Safe To Eat?

What Really Happens When You Eat Mold

Know The Symptoms

Mold! It’s been the talk of the town lately. Whether it is mold on mold or mold growing in some far corner of the home, everyone’s mind is on mold these days. And, this really is a good thing because mold is not only dangerous, but it can cause a lot of unwanted health problems. No doubt eating mold sounds pretty scary, but you might be surprised to learn that you’ve likely already eaten it at least once or twice in your life.

The only difference was that you didn’t know you were eating it. Does this mean that you don’t have to throw that moldy cheese out? What if you just do happen to consume a strawberry or two with mold on it without realizing it? These are viable questions and deserve real, honest answers.

Always Turn To The Professionals

The first thing that you need to know is that mold should always be considered dangerous. Now, there are types of mold that don’t pose a threat at all, but this is not the way that it should be approached. This is because dangerous mold is so dangerous and interacting wrong around it could cause unwanted negative health issues.

Whether you are dealing with mold in the fridge or mold behind the fridge, you’re always going to want to opt for a professional company like The Duct Kings. Our company will not only come out, test the mold, tell you if it is dangerous or not, but we will safely remove it in the event that it needs to be removed. With years on top of years in the mold removal business, we are one company that can be trusted and relied on for any moldy situation.

Understanding What Mold Is

Most people know what mold looks like, but they don’t truly understand it or what it is. Well, mold is considered microscopic fungi that can grow on plants or animal material. When it grows, it grows in a threadlike shape with branches and roots that grow even deeper into the food. You’ll oftentimes hear talk about mold spores as well.

These spores are the reproductive seed of the mold that can travel through the air and land on other substances or surfaces. From here it can then grow into mold. So, yes that moldy cheese can spread to you delectable strawberries or blueberries and taint them as well.

Is Mold Safe To Eat?

You might be surprised to learn how many people just cut off the moldy end of a piece of food and eat what’s leftover. You’re probably guilty of this to some degree. While this might not have affected you in an adverse manner, it certainly isn’t the best option. And, this is because mold grows in threadlike shapes, which allows the roots to spread throughout the entirety of the food item.

Your safest bet is just to eliminate the food item completely. However, the USDA itself does say that there are some items that can be saved by cutting at least 1-inch around and below the moldy spot. Softer foods with higher moisture content like yogurt or canned goods will probably need to be completely discarded since the mold can more easily penetrate into their surface. The same could be said for meat and poultry as well.

What Really Happens When You Eat Mold

Mold is no doubt a confusing and trick organism. So, if you have consumed some or fear that you have, there is no need to freak out just yet. You have to remember that mold has the potential to cause disease, which means that your body’s response will be entirely dependent on your immune system. If you have a weak immune system, you might not be able to fight the mold off. If you have a strong immune system, you might just simply need to wait for the situation out. Unfortunately, individuals with weaker immune systems will be at greater risk. The mold can eventually become systemic where it will invade the digestive tract, upper respiratory tract, and even the brain.

If you know that you have a weak immune system, are prone to allergies, or suffer from asthma-like conditions, you’ll immediately want to seek out medical attention. Heck, even if you have a healthy immune system and fear that you’ve eaten mold, it’d still be a good idea to get in touch with a medical professional of some sort because you can clearly see that the substance can invade the body and spread.

Know The Symptoms

If you think that you’ve eaten mold, you’ll want to keep an eye out for symptoms. Some of these symptoms can mimic that of food poisoning from mold and are:

nausea

vomiting

fever

diarrhea

headache

dizziness

If you experience any of these symptoms, you’ll want to immediately get in touch with a medical professional.

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Understanding What Mold Is

Is Mold Safe To Eat?

What Really Happens When You Eat Mold

Know The Symptoms

If you think that you’ve eaten mold, you’ll want to keep an eye out for symptoms. Some of these symptoms can mimic that of food poisoning from mold and are:

nausea

vomiting

fever

diarrhea

headache

dizziness

If you experience any of these symptoms, you’ll want to immediately get in touch with a medical professional.

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What Happens If You Eat Mold?

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Always Turn To The Professionals

Understanding What Mold Is

Is Mold Safe To Eat?

What Really Happens When You Eat Mold

Know The Symptoms

Always Turn To The Professionals

Understanding What Mold Is

Is Mold Safe To Eat?

What Really Happens When You Eat Mold

Know The Symptoms

If you think that you’ve eaten mold, you’ll want to keep an eye out for symptoms. Some of these symptoms can mimic that of food poisoning from mold and are:

nausea

vomiting

fever

diarrhea

headache

dizziness

If you experience any of these symptoms, you’ll want to immediately get in touch with a medical professional.

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What Happens If You Eat Mold?

Table of Contents

Always Turn To The Professionals

Understanding What Mold Is

Is Mold Safe To Eat?

What Really Happens When You Eat Mold

Know The Symptoms

Always Turn To The Professionals

Understanding What Mold Is

Is Mold Safe To Eat?

What Really Happens When You Eat Mold

Know The Symptoms

If you think that you’ve eaten mold, you’ll want to keep an eye out for symptoms. Some of these symptoms can mimic that of food poisoning from mold and are:

nausea

vomiting

fever

diarrhea

headache

dizziness

If you experience any of these symptoms, you’ll want to immediately get in touch with a medical professional.

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OMG! Papa Ravus and a little daughter -3-

This has almost a week in my inbox, and I’ve been thinking on it the whole time because I love Ravus so much geez.

Sorry for taking so long, and thanks for dropping this by. It’s had me having very pretty and fluffy and warmy mental images in my head all the time, askdjsdjfs.

Let’s see what happens!

Adding a Keep Reading line at some point (Beware, mobile users).Also an apology in advance for most-for-sure-to-happen typos.

Everyone beware,

Dad Ravus

Basically Tsundere dad (we’ll get there as she grows up).

When he knew it would be a girl, he lost his shit.

He had stayed cool and completely unimpressed about pregnancy, at least on the outside.

He’s the master of controlling his emotions, so he did fine on controlling himself during pregnancy.

But as soon as he heard it’s a baby girl?

Holy Shiva, you should have seen him.

His eyes opened morethan usual, he moved the mouth and said nothing, and he turned around only to start walking in circles, stopping once to look at the informer and ask “WHAT” then continue walking without waiting for an answer.

Ravus ended locking himself in a room looking so angered.

But if you knocked on the door a mess of sobbing would answer “LEAVE ME ALONE”.

Ravus is crying because he’s so happy how does he control all these feelings agh

Ravus won’t be able to talk about any of this without having to excuse himself and go breathe because he’ll end up crying again and he won’t allow anyone to see that.

Ravus constantly reminded himself he was a strong soldier made of ice that had to keep the head cool, and so he did.

Until she was born and he saw her.

Strong soldier made of ice my ass, Ravus is crying again.

The day of birth was a goddamn mess, really, Ravus ended up exhausted from so many emotions.

He’s so frustrated because he doesn’t understand why he’s crying but he also can’t stop and it’s very irritating and he only knows that his heart is so full it’s melting inside him and he thinks he’s going to die out of the sensations inside.

At first he refused to hold her.

“WHY WOULD ANYONE TOUCH HER, SHE’S TINY, SHE’S ALMOST MICROSCOPIC, WHY WOULD ANYONE TOUCH HER, IS THIS SIZE NORMAL, IS SHE OKAY, IS SHE GOING TO- *ugly sobbing* please tell me she’s not...please tell me...she’s...she’s healthy, right, I won’t...I can’t...she’s so small please tell me it’s normal, I...I... ;_____;”

They had to teach and encourage Ravus to hold her for like half an hour before he dared to go for it.

Anyone that sees him won’t recognize Ravus in the man sat at the chair with that baby in her huge blanket in his arms.

He’s crying so much, he’s never shown this much emotions since he was like 16.

He’s acting paranoid.

Ravus, unmovable, cold-minded, centered Ravus is paranoid.

“Is, is...she’s not opening the eyes, is that normal? Oh...okay...”

“She’s crying so much, please tell me it’s normal?”

“She stopped crying, omfg, is that okay, is it fine, what do I- oh...okay...”

“Am I holding her right? I don’t want to hurt...I don’t...it’s...okay...”

“Is it okay the lights are on, isn’t that going to- what do you mean I should relax, it’s a NEWBORN I JUST WANT TO MAKE SURE SHE’S FINE. I AM NOT SCREAMING, SIR, DON’T- DON’T GET THIS CLOSE, WHAT IF WE HARM HER WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU’RE THE- right, you’re the doctor, I’m sorry...”

Luna is present.

Luna is going to remind her brother of his paranoia on the hospital room for the rest of his life.

That only happened the day of birth, don’t worry.

After that, Ravus was able to stay cool most of the time as she grew up.

...on the outside, of course.

Ravus is basically Paranoid-But-Shy dad.

Meaning, he’s in constant over-concern and worry but he doesn’t yelp or freak out on the outside.

When she opened the eyes, Ravus was very happy at first, but then he noticed it;

She has his eyes. The heterochromatic eyes.

You’d think Ravus would be happy about it because this is her daughter and she resembles him, but Ravus feels awful with the realization, leaves the baby to aunt Luna, and excuses himself.

“I want her to be happy. But she turned to have my eyes. When she grows up, other kids will mess with her for being different. Will call her a freak. Luna, it’s my fault. I made her ugly. Gave her my curse, and all she’s done is but to exist. Luna, I shouldn’t have...maybe I should...I don’t know...”

Really, under the poker-face and careless actions, Ravus is much, much, much more sensitive on the inside than anyone knows or could imagine. He almost rubs on drama.

Ravus isn’t content with the fact that his daughter has the heterochromatic eyes too, but not like he can do anything about it, so he just grows with it and her.

Ravus is scared of changing diapers.

He has a very major trouble with himself...

It’s the magitek arm.

He can touch other people no troubles with it, has held hands and caressed faces no troubles, but this is a baby and he thinks she’s too tiny and she looks so fragile to him, he’s not scared, he’s terrified of touching her with it.

He usually asked Luna or a nanny of the palace to do it in his place.

He prefered it when people thought he was a whiny king that was too rude or lazy to do it himself. It was easier to carry with that lie than admit aloud he’s scared of hurting her.

He refused to do it for two years with Luna’ constnatly encouraging him, and now that she’s bigger than before, he does dare to change her every now and then.

Ravus was a nerves wreck when he first did it and for a few months.

He’d check everywhere that he touched with the magitek arm for any bruise or harm (even when he vaguely even touched her).

He ends up enjoying of diaper changing.

Ravus isn’t the most playful of dads.

Ravus’ fatherly love is much softer and much quieter than average.

He doesn’t play much, but he’s the most gentle of fathers in exchange.

You know, as in, there’s not many games, but there’s definitely a lot of care and cuddling and love.

He’s too shy and scared all the time and it’s not so natural in him to initiate a game or join it.

He does like rubbing his daughter’s nose and feet to make her laugh.

He sucks at playing, but he likes tickling her.

Only with two fingers, though. And only with his natural arm.

Too scared of hurting her.

You should see him tickling her, it’s adorable.

Ravus starts poking and tickling very carefully, and baby girl starts giggling and swinging the legs.

It makes him smile and do little sounds of shy speaking with her, and as she laughs louder, so his smile grows.

Ravus loves to hear and see her laugh.

There’s nothing he loves more than that, maybe only watch her sleep.

Ravus is still inexpert, and very concerned on wanting to do a good job and make her happy, which turns his care into maybe overprotective and very sincere, really.

There’s nothing Ravus loves more than carrying her.

Eventually lost his fear of carrying her and now there’s no way he’s ever putting her down in his life.

When he holds her, he’s fully sure that she’s entirely safe, because she’s with him and in his arms, and he’s not letting anything happen to her.

Hence, when he’s not carrying her, he’s not /fully/ sure of her safety.

“Your Majesty, she’s in her crib, in her room, in the palace. Nothing could happen to her.”

Yes, he knows, but that’s nly 99.99% of security, he’s only 100% safe with her in his arms.

Ravus has turned into a different person, and anyone can notice.

He doesn’t play with the baby and doesn’t show himself particularly happier than he was before she was born, it’s like he’s the same person.

But he’s definitely not frowning all the time now, and he’s definitely much softer with everyone.

Ravus is carying her against his chest or shoulder, very softly rocking her.

Sometimes he’s humming for her.

He looks so melancholic and even sad when he does, but really it’s just an inexpert single dad with the heart aching so much because he wishes with all his soul that she’s healthy and happy to the point it hurts.

Ravus spends a lot of time just watching her.

It’s new and very strange to him. He made this creature. This human is his blood. It’s such a weird concept.

Ravus has philosophied so much about the universe and life just watching her and overthinking on how much of a strange concept it is. A daughter.

That he reflects so much on those ideas only make him grow more and more and more amazed by her, not less, as time goes.

He likes to give her a finger that she holds with a hand while he’s staring at her.

Ravus just lies there at her side to stare for hours. She’s such a strange concept, and so beautiful.

King Noctis is visiting.

“Wow, your child sure looks exactly like you.”

“I already apologized to her and the gods for that, Caelum, no need to remind me.”

It had been a compliment, Noctis is confused on why Ravus looks so embarrassed about it.

The people of the Nox Fleuret palace are confused because apparently everyone thinks the king and the princess are beautiful, and really he’s so insecure of himself?

The Nif empire is to blame, they took his happiness and confidence in those dark years, please be careful with his heart :’(

I think that Ravus’ heart shielded behind a shell of stone after so much abuse from the empire, and that when baby girl was born, that shell broke and shattered, so now he’s fully exposed and vulnerable with the heart as fragile and I’m having the feels, ahaha, I’m sorry let’s go back to the flluff ;____;

Ravus is teaching his daughter to walk.

Inexpert, overprotective papa Ravus doesn’t want to let go of her hands.

“What if she falls?”

“That’s fine, brother. That’s what the foam mat is for, so she won’t hurt herself if she falls.”

“But what if she falls”

“Ravus, are you listening?”

“I don’t want her to fall down.”

“Ravus, she’ll never learn if you don’t try and let her go on her own.”

“I could carry her all of my life.”

“Ravus, that’s not the point.”

Ravus is carefully holding her hands and giving tiny steps to teach her.

He’s going down on his ankles and help her up if she does stumble and fall.

Ravus is constantly asking her if she’s okay.

The kid grows to turn her head in the direction of anyone that asks “Are you okay?” because she thinks that’s her name from how constantly Ravus is saying that to her.

Ravus likes to spend hours in the gardens with his daughter.

Ravus likes to stand in the garden at night, with the little kid in arms, stargazing and telling her tales of old, about the King of Light, the ten years of darkness, and about the cosmos.

Philosopher dad Ravus for the win.

This makes her grow terribly curious about everything.

The gardens of the Nox Fleuret palace turn in their special place.

Dad Ravus and Little Girl like to go there to both do nothing and just have fun, or to question the universe and be smartasses together.

When she grows a bit more, she likes to play and run around on her own because papa doesn’t do that stuff, and she doesn’t mind.

She’s constantly bringing flowers to him, and he accepts them all.

Ravus doesn’t have the heart to nag his daughter.

She’s so small and he still feels guilty for her looks and he’s inexpert and he thinks that it must be horrible enough to have a father with strange eyes and a metal arm to also deal with him nagging her.

He thinks he’ll scare her, and that’s not the point of nagging.

So is she does something that’s not right, he’s going to ask her to stop or correct it firmly but not freaking ut.

If she doesn’t obey, Ravus will go have a conversation with her in private.

Nobody knows what it is that Ravus tells her, but the girl always comes back with the head down and apologizes to whoever she may have bothered, and will fix what she did.

“Did you chide her, Ravus?”

“No.”

Everyone guesses he has a mature conversation with her explaining why what she did was wrong, but she’s just 2 y.o., what the hell is going on.

Dad Ravus is constantly having emotional struggles about her.

“She’s Tenebrae’s heir now, you know. All the weight of it on her. I wish she was just a happy girl, not a princess. I don’t want her carrying with so many duties. She’s a human. I’m a terrible person. I gave her this life, made her princess, it’s because I’m king that she has to handle with the kingdom after I die all on her own and that’s unfair, she should be free of doing as she wishes.”

Somebody please hug Ravus, he overthinks far too much and blames himself for stuff that doesn’t even make sense.

You know, Ravus, it’s not like it’s your fault to be royalty, it’s fine.

Ravus is constantly dressing up as team for and with baby girl.

Sometimes they’re Moogudad and Moogubaby.

Sometimes they’re Chocodad and Chocobaby.

Sometimes they’re Behedad and Behebaby.

Baby girl is mostly quiet and reserved like Papa, but she’s a bit more playful.

Sometimes Ravus doesn’t have the heart to deny her some game, so he’s awkwardly joining her.

Ravus plays but has no idea how that works and it’s hilarious to watch them do.

Let’s say they’re playing that he’s chasing her.

Baby girl is waddling and running and being super enthusiastic.

Ravus is following instructions.

“So I...follow her...”

He’s literally walking after her.

Like, you know, other dads are laughing and yelping and growling playfully and pretending to chase their kid and all that mess

Not Ravus. He’s doing literally only as instructions say he should be doing, so he’s literally just walking after her.

Baby girl loses her shit when he catches up with her.

“AAAHAHAHAHA! o(≧▽≦)o“

Ravus just stands in front of her like (・・)

Still,she bursts out in laughter and yelps out before running away again.

Ravus just stands there like (・・ ) ?

“what is the point”

Still, he’s gonna walk after her again.

“Uhm...found you?”

“AAAH! AHAHAHAHA! ヽ(>∀

“now what (・・)“

*she’s running away again*

“I have no idea what I’m doing”

Still, he’s going to walk after her again, because she seems to be having fun

You may not believe it, but Ravus is having fun, too ♡

Baby girl is so used to her non-playful dad she doesn’t even need him to make faces or pretend to be a monster or be funny. She adores him as he is.

Ravus likes very much to pick her in arms since she was little and waltz with her.

Most of times he doesn’t even need music or any special moment. He’s just picking her in arms randomly and starts a slow waltz.

She grows up enjoying of it like it’s a game, too.

Now that she walks and speaks a bit more, she likes to request it herself, sometimes.

Ravus has opened a bit more by this point, and he and baby girl like to pretend it’s an important ball dance with important people in some important party.

They imagine their attires and guests and Ravus pretends to be someone else.

When dancing, he likes to praise the princess, remind her how pretty she is and how good she is at dancing.

Most of times he’s carrying her in arms, so she’s not even dancing.

Baby girl has a BLAST of a day when they play Waltzing.

Sometimes Ravus does let her dance, and it’s super cute because he’s very tall so he has to bend almost half the body to keep their hands together without her having to stand on her tiptoes.

Ravus is teaching his daughter to dance.

They can spend hours on it, hours and hours.

They never get bored or tired of it.

Dancing and waltzing is possibly their favorite activity together.

Even though the little princess has maids to comb her hair, Ravus sometimes (many times) asks them to let him do it.

Ravus had troubles at first with it because he didn’t want to pull too hard from her hair, which ended up on him barely even touching it.

Eventually, he learns to do it properly.

He may not be the best hairstyle artist, and he sticks to simple things, but he does it just fine.

Little girl grows adoring having dad braid her hair, and many mornings she goes request he does it.

Little girl will sometimes undo her hair on purpose so Ravus can comb it again.

Ravus always does no complaints.

Back when she was a tiny kid (but not a baby), Ravus liked to have her sat on his lap or asleep in his arms during council reunions.

He hated the idea of not enjoying his parenthood only because he’s busy with king stuff, so he wants to be with her without unantending his job.

It was never problems, little girl has a lot of genes from dad, so she stays quiet.

Also, Ravus had a cosmos-related mobile toys on top of her crib.

No matter how long the day is, how heavy the work gets, Ravus will always go to see his daughter and kiss her forehead Goodnight.

Every single night since she was born.

Even when she’s already asleep, he’ll go bid her goodnight and kiss her forehead nonetheless.

Even when he’s worn out and needing of his bed, he’ll first go visit his daughter’s room.

She’s her most precious treasure and the woman of his heart, he has to go kiss her goodnight no matter the circumstances.

You know how there’s always one person that outstands from the rest, like you can love many people as strongly and equally but one is always the “one of your eyes”? And not that you love that person more than the rest, just differently.

That’s Ravus’ case with his daughter.

He loved and loves his mom with all the heart, he could die for his sister, but his daughter is the Lady of his Heart, reigns there and ain’t nobody taking the title from her.

Sometimes, when he goes say goodnight, it’s early enough and she’s still awake.

Sometimes Ravus will sit at a side of the bed and talk with her for longer than expected until she falls asleep.

Sometimes he’s asked to tell her stories for sleeping.

Sometimes it’s especially early, and Ravus gets to change her into her pajamas.

There’s many giggles and laughs between them.

Sometimes, Ravus is asked to read something instead of tell some story.

Dad Ravus will always sit at the bed with little girl in his lap so she can look at the pictures and learn to read with him.

Can you guess the main subject of the storybooks they have already?

Yep. Cosmos again.

It’s happened a few times that the castle freaks out at night because the king is missing and he hasn’t appeared at his room and it’s super late and it’s unusual in him and WHAT DO WE DO

Turns out the king fell asleep in his daughter’s bed, a storybook in a hand, and the girl nestled on his chest.

By the time she’s 5 the castle stops freaking out when he goes missing because he’s always going to be in his daughter’s room, most surely asleep with her cuddled at his side.

This girl has softened and fixed Ravus’ heart like nothing else could have done, really.

When they go for a walk, even if it’s just through the castle, litle girlwill always reach for Ravus’ hand.

It’s his fault; taught her since baby to always hold his hand when going places, mostly if it’s outside the palace.

He was always having her hold his natural hand.

But, a bit more grown now, little girl sometimes reaches for his magitek arm.

Ravus had started denying it and switched sides so she could hold the other one.

But little girl sometimes reaches for his magitek arm nonetheless.

He once tried to verbally tell her not to do that instead of just quietly switching sides without an explanation.

Little girl ended up giving him confused eyes like (・・ ) ?

“But why papa”

“My girl...aren’t you scared of my arm?”

“(・・ ) ? why should I be scared, papa?“

“Well, it’s...metallic. And it looks sharp and dangerous. Aren’t you scared it could hurt you?”

“(・・ ) ? But papa, the arm is yours and you don’t hurt me.”

Ravus is at the edge of crying and only barely manages to contain himself.

“I know, and I would never do it, but what if it’s an accident?”

“No, papa. I’m not scared and I want to hold your hand.”

“But...but...it’s so ugly, baby girl...”

“What? No, papa. It’s purple! I like purple. Can I have a purple dress?”

why is this child taking this issue so easily when Ravus has spent like 10 years panicking and crying over it.

“So you don’t hate my arm?”

“(・・ ) ? papa why would I hate your arm, that’s so silly, and it’s so pretty and cool. Can we have waffles tomorrow? papa why are you crying? No, papa no cry. Come here, papa, I’ll clean you. There there. Papa’s good. Papa has a nice arm. Papa’s good and nice. I’ll make waffles for papa. Papa likes waffles.”

Just so you know what’s going on here:

Little girl likes to pet papa on the head when papa’s sad.

Ravus thinks there’s nothing wrong on showing any emotion in front of his child so he has openly cried in front of her.

She always asks him to come down on his ankles or knees, so she can stand on tiptoes and start petting him on the head.

She’s sometimes saying nice things or “There there” as she does.

Little girl likes to be carried on papa Ravus’ shoulders.

She swears she can see all Eos from such a height.

Ravus adores to pick her on his shoulders because she’s always making sounds of how amazed she is and she looks like discovering the world for first time, so good luck getting Ravus to put her down.

There’s King Ravus of Tenebrae, conversating with the Royal Embassor, discussing important matters,

with a girl in a fairy-warrior-moogle outfit on his shoulders playing with his hair.

Speaking about playing with his hair, little girl has asked to learn to comb hair on her own.

Aun Luna offered herself to teach her. So that leaves us with only one experimental subject.

There is king Ravus of Tenebrae, sat in the gardens, with little girl and Lady Luna braiding his hair.

They’re also decorating it with flowers.

Ravus looks FABULOUS afterwards.

Ravus isn’t undoing their hair job because little girl is super proud of it.

There’s King Ravus of Tenebrae, attending an important meeting, with the hair combed in like 4 different braids made a majestic bun, with flowers everywhere on it and a sylleblossom tiara little girl made for him.

Ravus has never once felt embarrassed for the things he does for little girl.

Well, maybe except that one time King Noctis was visiting and little girl was painting papa Ravus’ face of many colors.

“You look like an idiot(¬‿¬ )“

“Oh? I had no idea she painted me to look like you. ヽ(ˇヘˇ)ノ”

“WHAT DID YOU- (╬ Ò﹏Ó)“

“凸(`n´＃)“

Hahaha, don’t worry, both kings are friends, really.

Ravus is teaching his daughter to fight.

At first Ravus had not wanted to because it was dangerous.

But then the argument of “teaching her to defend herself” made it through his brain and he so had to train her himself.

This girl is going to be the most dangerous thing in the world when she grows up holy shit you better not mess with her.

Nox Fleuret Father and Nox Fleuret Daughter, both handling their sabers with elegance and grace.

They look like art, really.

Makes you forget they can murder an entire army on their own.

The same thing that happened with Ravus’ arm happened about their eyes.

There was this once when Ravus walked on in little girl looking at herlsef in a mirror, pulling from an eyelid and looking intensely at her eye in it.

Ravus sat down nearby her and asked her to come close.

He held her and apologized.

“Why, papa?”

“Because...I know...listen, baby girl. I know it’s not...easy. To look different. I know you may feel out of place, that it’s not normal to have an eye of one color and another of a different once. That’s in me to blame; it’s because you are my daughter that you have my eyes. I didn’t mean to. But know, baby girl, it doesn’t make you any worse or better. And you’re very beautiful.”

(・・ ) ?

Ravus looks like he’s giving the news of a death or something, and baby girl doesn’t understand.

“I hope you can forgive me, my girl.”

“But why papa (・・ ) ?”

“Your eyes. I...gave you mine.”

“And that’s super awesome because you have this eye blue and I have this eeye blue and you have this eye purple and I have this eye purple and it’s funny because maybe the Astrals accidentally mixed them up, you know, like my socks in the drawer when I accidentally put the red with the white and the white with the red, and it’s just putting the red with the red but it looks so pretty to put the red with the white and maybe the astrals have a drawer of eyes and they accidentally put the blue with the purple and it’s funny because then this eye should be mine and this should be yours and-”

Ravus spends ten minutes listening to baby girl speak about drawers, astrals, coins, marbles and pebbles.

“...so what does that mean, baby girl?”

“I don’t know”(・・ ) ?

Some or other way she ends up explaining again in her innocent and confused way that she’s not upset with Ravus and praising his eyes.

“Your eyes so pretty, papa. Mine will be as big when I grow up? Can I put my hands on your eyes? They sparkle like that jewel in grandma’s box. And this is purple like my dress and this is blue like the sky, and this is pretty and this is pretty. (・・ ) ? Papa why are you crying again. There there. You’re so pretty papa. You’re pretty l ike your eyes.”

why is this child so sweet

Little girl likes to clean Ravus’ arm with a cloth even when it’s not dirty.

Little girl LOVES his magitek arm.

“Papa when I grow up can I have my own magitek arm? ヽ(・∀・)ﾉ“

“...no.”

(°Д°) BUT WHY ( ╯°Д°)╯”

“I’ll make sure you never get none of these, little one.”

“BUT WHYYYYYYYY”

There was this once when little girl gifted papa a pair of pebbles.

Ravus so had a craftsman turn them into twin necklaces, so he gifted one to little girl and keeps the other himself.

It’s a half moon, each one, so when they come together it’s full moon.

These two are dorks and love each other so much, it’s ridiculously fluffy.

Little girl is photo-shy, so there’s few portraits of her.

She does, however, turn less shy if papa’s in the photo, too, even if with distance in between.

That’s the only way to get portraits of the princess; have Ravus stand in the picture, then crop that side out, ahahaha.

Even as she grows up, Ravus still likes to pick her in arms just because.

She likes so, too.

It’s very usual to see king Ravus walking around or standing at the gardens, with little girl in his arm.

Ravus likes to randomly give her kisses, even though they’re only a few across the day.

Ravus likes to rub his nose against her temple.

Always makes her giggle.

Papa Ravus may be inexpert and a bit awkward and overprotective, but

He’s super loving, and gives his best as a father.

Little girl knows it, and shee loves him too.

( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡

Dad Ravus deserves lots of love. This all is super adorable and was fun to write. ♡ ｏ｡～('▽^人)

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