i sent you an ask a while ago about cor vs nyx time traveling chaos and you mentioned them BOTH going back which immediately made me think of the possibility of them going back as like, twin LCs
DONâT MAKE ME MAKE A NEW AU.
*screams off into the ether*
ALRIGHT FINE BUCKLE UP LADIES AND GENTS AND TUMBLR DENIZENS I HAVE A NEW TWIN AU AND IâM RAMBLING.
-Nyx and Cor donât MEAN to time-travel. Either of them. They just kinda âŚ. do?
-They both wake up in the same clearing, with the words of the Astral that dumped them here (Ramuh) in their ears, sit up and realize they arenât alone.
-Things are ⌠kinda stiff between them at first. They donât know whatâs going on, or where they are. All they remember is their respective lives before getting snatched by Ramuh.
-They at least know who the other is, and compare notes on what happened as they wander the definitely-not-ravaged-by-the-Long-Night wilds. Nyx is more than a little surprised to realize that his mirror double is Cor the Immortal, but thatâs not ⌠the WEIRDEST thing going on right now. So.
-No. The weirdest thing going on right now is that they are both like- SIX YEARS OLD. And that they now look identical. Both of them are blue-eyed (Corâs shade of blue, which irritates Nyx because why couldnât he keep his own eye color at least?), with wispy black hair that is 100% Nyxâs, and cheekbones that belong to neither of them.
-Cor is already quietly hitting his head against a tree before Nyx figures out what the clues all add up to.
-Nyx is not a happy camper when he realizes what has happened (read: when Cor explains it in between blistering language a Furia would blush at).
-Also Nyx still has the scars from his Death-By-Ring. Rippling, branching scars  running up his arm and along his cheek and temple on that side of his face. Theyâre white and âoldâ but still very, very noticeable.
-Cor and Nyx exchange stories as they wander the wilds, murdering wildlife that tries to eat them and hiding from the daemons at night (they both donât sleep well, because theyâre one, children, two, Nyx has night terrors of dying, and three, Cor is terrified that if he goes to sleep heâll wake up to find the sun gone.
-They finally reach civilization after about a month of bonding in the wilds over Shared Trauma and plans to change fate (Nyx is NOT HAPPY about the Prophecy KTHANKS HE DIDNâT DIE JUST FOR BAHAMUT TO KILL THE YOUNG KING AND PRINCESS) depending on where they are in the past.
-The civilization they find is Hammerhead, and the newspaper they snitch and huddle over tells them the year is 728. One year before Mors dies.
-Nyx manages to hiss the âWhat the-â in a non-child friendly phrase right as Cid finds them and startles them by asking where their parents are. Since a Startled Nyx is a Warptastic Nyx, there goes the bloodline secret in 0.02 seconds.
-Cor could Strangle⢠Nyx if he wasnât already 120% done with the time-travel thing and already planning to be a tiny prophecy smashing gremlin. Getting a speed ticket to Citadel via Cid, who will take them to Regis rather than Mors, is the safest option he could hope for honestly.
-So yea Cid collars the scruffy, underweight, dressed-in-rags-and-animal-skins twins and calls Regis to yell at him and thatâs how Regis learns he is a dad of two Smol Feral 6 year olds at age 22.
-Regis drives out to Hammerhead with Clarus and COR so that his father doesnât learn about this JUST yet and Time!Cor has a long moment of dysphoria staring at his Angry Teenage Self. While the Corâs hold a staring contest, Nyx is a mess because the king he saw die is THERE and thoroughly convinced heâs Nyxâs DAD and Nyx CANNOT DEAL kthanks. Regis asks for their names and Nyx blurts out the first ones he can think of that arenât Obviously Owned Already (Romulus and Remus and no Cor is NEVER going to forgive Nyx for that) and Regis is just- Regis is an Overwhelmed Die inside because KIDS. HE HAS KIDS. TWO TINY FERAL SIX YEAR OLDS WEARING ANIMAL FUR. ONE OF THEM IS TRYING TO BITE COR (admittedly Cor started it, COR STOP THAT). A few questions reveals theyâve been on their own in the wilds for âa whileâ using their magic and Regis is even MORE of a die.
-The question of where their mother is, where their other relatives are, is answered by Romulus (Cor) shutting down entirely and Remus (Nyx) hunching and shivering and whispering one word.
-That word is âNifsâ.
-Regis has to turn around and go pace in the parking lot with heat waves shimmering off his shoulders before he stops seeing red.
-Regis takes them home, Cid goes with because he and Regis may be on rocky terms but Cid does love Regis, and he loves kids, and he doesnât trust Mors to âtake this wellâ as far as he can throw the adamantoise.
-Mors does not take it well At All.
-Mors says some ⌠things that horrify Regis, because he would NEVER have thought his father capable of sinking so low. Makes demands about the children Regis has âcreated out of wedlockâ. One of those demands is that they cannot be heirs and they must never be revealed to the court, they must be taken away and hidden somewhere to preserve Regisâs image and the âpublic trustâ. Regis has no intentions to do this, obviously but Romulus, who has been spacing into the distance trying to astral project as a means of not crying his eyes out at the sight of a living Regis and Clarus, senses Morsâ hands reaching for Remus (his-his-his his only friend his only companion who understands his only safety for the last month his BROTHER HIS TWIN) and
-Cold hands cold magic demands-demands-demands. A leash in anotherâs hands, the burning apathy of a blacksmith beating a living weapon into shape, the taste of his own blood in his mouth as he trains-trains-trains and is found wanting.
-Cold hands cold magic reaching reaching touching touching burning burning engraving knowledge into his being his core his SOUL
-The knowledge forged in his spine-heart-soul-mind written in his blood on the ground and his scars in the mirror.
-Better to die than be a failure.
-By the time he comes back to himself, itâs to Remus holding him tight around the waist making shushing noises while Romulus presses them both into a corner, his back to Remus and the taste of blood (not his blood he knows what his blood tastes like this isnât it whoâs blood is this-) in his mouth as he clutches at a sword too big for his tiny body, a silver armiger bristling like spines. He has no memory of how he went from glaring at the wall while Regis and Mors argued to huddling here in the corner with his magic screaming around him in blades and spitting flakes of ice.
-There is no sign of Mors in the room.
-Regis is there. Regis and Clarus on the far side of the room, trying to talk to him, and something tells him theyâve been talking for a while.
-Itâs Cor, his younger self, his previous self, that he locks eyes with from across the room, and itâs Cor who looks murderous in his understanding as he briskly orders Regis and Clarus and Cid out of the room.
-The silence when they leave is heavy.
-Cor settles down on the farthest side of the room, his sword propped on his shoulder and his shoulders intentionally relaxed. Heâs treating Romulus like a frightened animal, an abused animal, and itâs working more than he wants it too.
-The adult part of Romulus curses his lack of control, how being in a younger body effects his actions so much more than he wants it to.
-The rest of him doesnât care.
-It takes an hour for Romulus to finally drop the Armiger, but he doesnât move from the corner, or acknowledge Remus trying to nudge his way free of the corner.
-It takes another 30 minutes for Cor to deem Romulus âpresentâ enough to ask, âIs he still alive?â The man who hurt you. The man who Mors reminded you of.
-Romulus just laughs until his little body starts to cry. Itâs answer enough.
-Cor becomes their only adult touchstone for a while. They stay in the massive royal suite (Regisâs suite, Romulus knows from years of experience and Remus from the occasional guard duty). Regis doesnât come in, but Romulus can sense him at the door a few times, and Corâs phone is constantly dinging with messages that are probably from Regis or Clarus.
-When Cor finally lets another adult into the suite again (bristling protectively the entire time), Romulus and Remus find out that their timeline? Yeah. It already got thrown out the window.
-Heâs wearing the Ring.
-Romulus stares, Remus doesnât know better to realize what is wrong with that picture. There is something hard in the set of Regisâs shoulders, something weary and protective and ⌠jaded. Jaded like Regis hadnât been until years after Mors death when Regis finally dug out the deepest, nastiest secrets of his fatherâs reign.
-âIs he dead?â Romulus asks numbly.
-Regis follows his gaze to the Ring, and his expression shifts to surprise, then a black sort of anger, then a careful, tired gentleness, âNo. But his health was failing. So I ⌠convinced him ⌠to step down. He wonât be coming near you again. Not unless you ask.â Regisâs voice cracks and there is a love and a pain in his magic as it tentatively wraps around the twins that makes Romulus realize Just What Regis thinks is the source of Romulusâs violent panic attack, âNo one will come near you or touch you unless you ask first.â
-And something in Romulus keens, just a little, at the reassurance of those words. His issues arenât what Regis thinks they are but ⌠itâs a relief. Even though his time-table is now even shorter with Regis having put on the Ring and become king a year early âŚ. itâs a relief. To know that Mors wonât come near him or Remus again.
-Romulus doesnât bother to stop his tears (this is his king, his sword-brother, his best friend, his FATHER of both lifetimes even if this is the first one in blood) as he tentatively steps forward all the way to where Regis is kneeling.
-He can feel Regis shake with suppressed tears as he carefully wraps his arms around Regisâs waist and whispers thank you.
-Heâs surprised when Remus joins him, because the glaive only knew Regis as king, but there is a loyalty, a grateful devotion in the man turned boy turned brother that is so deep and vibrant it rings in the air in his magic. A loyalty that could so easily turn into love just like the unconditional, all-powerful love settling on their shoulders like a blanket as Regis oh so tentatively rests a hand on their heads.
-Somewhere in the future that never will be again, the gears of prophecy groan and crack.