#bby cor

[garbria]

Nyx bothering teen Cor and thoroughly enjoying being the taller one for once.

This was inspired by my fic Wish Upon a Star, but it fits any time travel/de-aged au.

@wombywoo is such an incredible artist, I can't say enough good things about her. Thank you so much for this!

[awlwren-writes]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapter 1/3 Fandom: Final Fantasy XV Rating: Teen & Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationship: None Characters: Cor Leonis, Mors Lucis Caelum, Clarus Amicitia’s Father Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Daemons, Child Soldiers, Worldbuilding, Young Cor Leonis, Canon-Typical Violence Summary:

Daemon AU. Three snapshots of Cor’s life as a child soldier of Lucis with his daemon Fides by his side. Cor somehow slipped into the army with an daemon that had not yet settled, and the road to adulthood can be rocky.Chapter One: Chosen Cor knew he and Fi were supposed to be the youngest pair he’d be able to find in half a day’s walk in any direction, even counting the cooks. Despite that, he was constantly surprised at how childish the people around him were. It was ridiculous.

[starjunco]

Day 16: Bad Luck (Ao3)

Chapter Text

Cor stood at attention in front of Clarus’ desk as the young Crownsguard captain looked over the report. Clarus finished reading, closed the file, and looked skeptically at the bruised and bloodied teenager.

“This is the first time you’ve ever had trouble with an exam. What happened?”

“Bad luck, kid -- you better have that looked at!”

“Fuck, that looks like it hurts! Go run back to daycare! You’ll have better luck there.”

“The baby-Shield can’t hold your hand here, brat!”

“Opposition is no excuse for failure! There is no such thing as a ‘fair duel’ on the battlefield! You must overcome! No excuses!”

“Luck doesn’t exist! You make your own through hard work and skill -- or you die! Nameless! With no memoria and no herald to sing your praises before the Reaper!”

Cor stood a little straighter and stared defiantly at the wall behind Clarus’ desk. “I failed, sir. But tomorrow, I swear I’ll have the highest score!”

[garbria]

Situation starters: Bloody in an alley with young Cor? Pretty please!

Cor leaned his forehead against the brick, closed his eyes, and took a shaky breath. He forced himself to concentrate on the feel of the rough texture scratching against his face instead of the fire in his stomach, but he was only partially successful. A few stray tears leaked out of the corners of his eyes, despite his best efforts, as the pain spiked everytime he shifted.

Godsdammit.

He was supposed to be better than this. He needed to be better than this. He was the newest member of the prince’s retinue, and he couldn’t fuck up like this. 

They had stopped at Lestallum to restock, and Wesk had wanted to wander the market to get some rare ingredients. Regis was looking for some new lures. Clarus was looking for new books, and even Cid was on the lookout for spare parts for the Regalia. Cor had just followed behind them, bored. He didn’t care for stuff, he was just there to drive the car and fight monsters. 

But then he noticed someone following them. No matter which direction they went, the same person was just a few feet behind him. He had glanced at Clarus to see if he saw them, but he was engrossed in an argument with Regis over something stupid. So Cor had dropped back, intending to confront their stalker.

The man ducked into a backalley, and Cor followed. The man attacked Cor as soon as Cor entered the alleyway, as expected. Cor deflected the blade, and struck out with his fist, mindful of Wesk’s admonition that it was easier to get information out of them if they were still alive. But the man had a partner that Cor hadn’t seen, a ragged figure Cor had dismissed automatically. The partner grabbed Cor from behind, lifting him by the neck. Cor had bitten the man, and the man let go with a scream. But the distraction had been enough for the first man to stab Cor in the gut. Cor was able to twist at the last second, so it missed his heart, but he still lost his breath as the knife slid into him.

The man behind him grabbed him again, and Cor pulled out his katana, no longer worried about keeping them alive. He pushed the man who stabbed him away, slicing him with the katana, then turning to stab the man who was behind him. They both dropped, no longer threats. But the knife was still in his stomach, waves of pain radiating from it made worse by his movement.

So here he was, holding himself upright by sheer will and the assistance of a wall, trying to figure out his next move. He should go find the others. He should deal with the knife in his gut. He should do anything but just stand here, which is what he was doing. He could feel the warmth of the blood as it leaked out of the wound, but the rest of him felt so cold. He was just lucid enough to know that was a bad sign. 

No, he could do this. He just needed to remove the knife and pull out one of their potions. Regis had given him access to the armiger for this sort of thing. He could use the practice anyway. He gripped the handle of the knife and pulled before he could think too deeply about it. The next thing he knew, he was on his knees in the alley, staring at the trash scattered around. The warmth down his side had turned into a flood, and he knew he should be worried about that, but his attention was stolen by papers on the ground. Was that a menu for that restaurant Wesk wanted to try?

Time seemed to fade, along with his vision, but suddenly there were hands on his shoulders and a familiar face shouting his name. He heard glass breaking, and Cor shivered as the magic took hold.

“Cor! Cor! Are you alright? What happened?”

Cor shook Regis off and stood up as the pain faded, thanks to the potion. “These people were following us, but I took care of it.”

“I can see that,” Wesk said, eyebrows raised as he surveyed the scene. “Cid, why don’t you take Cor back to the hotel while we handle this?”

Cor made a face, but knew better than to argue when Cid gave him that look. They headed back to the hotel as Cor dreaded the coming lecture.