#draucortyx

[rayearthdudette]

75 on the kiss prompts list, Cor/Nyx/Titus?

Kisses Meant To Distract The Other Person From Whatever They Were Intently Doing 

Ooo nice choice nonny!

"Cor. Cor."

No answer.

There's a stifled snort from the couch and Titus points menacingly at his lover, "Don't you start."

Nyx hums, eyes twinkling with amusement, "Whatever you say, Ti babe."

With a grumble Titus crosses his arms and debates his choices. He needs Cor to sign off on this paperwork, but his other lover is currently halfway through cleaning and maintaining his, frankly, ridiculously large sword collection.

And when he does that, he goes into a meditative state that no one, not even the king, can break through. At least, not without serious effort.

"Why'd he start doing that now of all times?"

"Council meeting from hell."

Titus winces, "Ah.... Well shit.."

"Can you not just fake his signa-"

"Nyx no."

The galahdian man groans and flops back onto the couch, "Then I guess you're shit outta luck. Kiss the rest of your workday goodbye."

Titus opens his mouth to growl, then freezes. Kiss. Kiss? He turns and considers his lover intently oiling the leather of a hilt.

Well. Wouldn't hurt to try.

"Cor," Titus sidles around the desk, voice low, "Cor love," he leans down and presses a line of soft kisses over his cheek,"Sweetheart, I need you," he makes his voice breathy and noses at the corner of Cor's jaw. Who twitches and blinks rapidly, visibly pulling out of his intense concentration and looks around a bit dazed.

"I-what? What just-? Ti, what?"

"Sorry love, I need these signed real quick or Monica will have my head." Nyx makes a strangled noise of disbelief and Titus steals a few more kisses from his still disoriented lover.

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(Couldn't resist another scenario)

A pair of lips press against his ear, a gentle pull at Nyx's concentration. And also a dirty, underhanded play by one of his lovers.

Then the second pair drags over his jaw and down his neck, making a shiver slide down his spine.

"Neither of you are getting to sleep in our bed tonight if you keep this up," he grumbles, trying to focus back on his textbook.

A huff of laughter, "But Nyyyyx, I thought you'd want to be distracted from boring homework."

"Shiva's tits Cor, I have literally one more chapter to read then we can go get that greasy health hazard you call food from that stand in the business district."

"But you're taking forever, babe," Titus picks his lover up like he weighs nothing, plopping the disgruntled galahdian into his lap.

"Holy fuck fine, if you two are going to keep whining, I'll finish this later."

[rayearthdudette]

Making this post as a kick in the ass for myself, y'all feel free to ignore or black list under the #personal tag.

If you're seeing this numbnut, write three sentences in your We're Not Stupid (Much) verse.

Or edit three paragraphs.

You can do this.

You've got the outline of at least four chapters and two follow up oneshots already done. Write. Them.

[rayearthdudette]

Woot for Titus's child-bearing hips! NGL, when I read that at first I thought that you were embarking on another Titus/Nyx a/b/o AU, featuring /Titus/ as the omega and Cor and/or Nyx as the alpha(s).

..... oh... oh! *gently pats face* It petered out a bit towards the end, but I had fun with this :D

~*~*~

“Titus is grumpy.”

Cor hums, not looking away from the steak he’s preparing, “He’s always grumpy.”

A snicker, “Thought that was you, babe,” Nyx sneaks some snap peas from a bowl, dodging the half hearted swipe.

“But seriously, he’s sequestered himself into his nest and is hissing at me. What happened in the ten damn minutes it took for me to walk to the corner store and grab him those candies he’s craving.”

Cor pauses then, “Ah. That... might be my fault.”

“...What did you do?” Nyx sighs.

Cor shoulders hunch defensively, “Nothing! At least I thought it was nothing.” He growls at the look Nyx is giving him, shoulders rising higher, “I just. Made a comment. Maybe. About his hips filling out.”

Nyx stares, then pinches his nose with a groan, “Cor-”

“Well they are! And he looks delightful!”

“Did you tell him that last bit?!”

“He didn’t give me a chance to! Then refused to listen to anything else I tried to say! I figured I should let him be after he started to throw knives.”

“...Ok, that explains the marks on the bedroom door, but maybe lead with the compliments next time, babe?” Nyx catches the grumbling alpha by the chin to smack a kiss to his cheek. “Lemme see if I can’t defuse this bomb for you.”

~*~*~

Entering their bedroom garners an angry, growling hiss from the lump under the pile of blankets and pillows, of which Nyx pays no mind. He seats himself fearlessly on the edge of the bed.

“Hey, love. Would you talk with me?”

He gets another hiss.

“Fair enough. May I at least let you know that Cor didn’t say what he did with malicious intent?”

“Not malicious, no, I know that, but... I don’t know. I guess he hit on something I was getting self conscience about and then got mad. Then mad at myself that I was so mad, because these hormones are the worst.”

Nyx rumbles a purr, scooting further onto the bed.

The lump shifts with muttered grouching, but no knives make an appearance.

“You know we think you’re handsome, beautiful, gorgeous et cetera, no matter what, right?”

More grousing as Nyx snuggles close.

“And we aren’t going to think less of you for ‘filling out’ as the pregnancy progresses. That just means you and the kit are healthy, love. Also, more to cuddle with and to grab during sex.”

With that Titus bursts out laughing, caught off guard.

[rayearthdudette]

Had this one sitting in my phone notes since before even Not Stupid... I think it might have been the spark that ignited it actually.... XD

It happens during a mission briefing so godsdamn early even Titus isn’t fully presentable.

And that’s the key to the best moment of his life.

Well in a manner of speaking.

Gaining ones soulmark is never a painless process, after all.

He’s standing before the King’s desk, fiddling with his jacket buttons because Regis is an asshole and called him in at one in the fucking morning. Along with Ulric, Elshett and Leonis. They’re all in various stages of hastily dressed and blinking away sleep as they wait for Regis to even show his dumb face.

Titus is too focused on mentally bitching out his King and fixing his stupid jacket to notice Ulric and Leonis sigh simultaneously and reach out to him.

He certainly notices when their hands collide with his, and each other’s, with their intent to help.

A shock of pure agony lances through his body.

It feels like burning, like lightening, like the crackle of ice shards burying beneath every inch of skin and freezing the breath in his lungs, numbing the scream in his throat and then.

Darkness.

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He wakes up aching, like he spent three days straight fighting imperial troops. Or behemoths. That might be more accurate.

It still takes a moment to push through his grogginess to realize that he’s not in a hospital bed. Too comfortable. And the walls aren’t a mind numbing dull white. No. They’re the ivory of a Match Suite. That gives him pause, because the only reason he’d be here is if he had found his match and he’d damn well remember if-

He takes a sharp breath and despite the pain shoots up into a sitting position.

In the bed on either side of him, lie Leonis and Ulric.

He doesn’t know if he should laugh, or cry, or fall to his knees and thank the Astrals, because he’s been given the extremely rare honor of having two matches. Two! Both of whom he admired immensely and had secretly hoped to be his, despite his First Exchanges with them proving otherwise.

But here are the both of them, as if the Astrals heard his quiet, unspoken desire and decided to show mercy.

He leans over gingerly, ignoring his body’s protests to first run a gentle caress over Ul-Nyx, Nyx’s cheek, then Cor’s, feeling honest to Six sparks tingling up his fingers to his arm. They begin to stir awake at the touch, and Titus feels an answering stir in his chest from their bond.

With bated breath, he waits for the other two to rouse enough to come to the same conclusion he did.

Nyx looks gobsmacked, and like he might cry, looking up at Titus with eyes full of wonder.

Cor, on the other hand, goes very, very still, face blank and the only sign of emotion is his breath hitching.

Titus takes a gulp of air, “So... This.. was unexpected.”

[rayearthdudette]

Mmmmm the boys after a good night *wink wink*

A colored version shall be available, but later.. Am dead from just inking it

[rayearthdudette]

Just wanna say that I really enjoy all your work! Although I must admit to a sneaking fondness/admiration for your Nyx/Cor/Titus OT3 stuff; I don't really get many chances to read that pairing. And thank you so much for giving Titus two mothers! Thanks to you, several people I blog with have gleefully adopted that head canon!

Aw thank you! I enjoy your work too :3

I'm tickled pink that others love the idea of Titus having two moms that are Original Badasses™ because I live for this hc ok

Just-

Just this swashbuckling Altissian woman who may or may not be smuggling goods to fuck over Emperor Aldercapt's day out of spite, sweeping a small town daughter of a farmer off her feet and then they have Adventures.

And somewhere in the middle they get married a la Pirates of the Caribbean- 'BARBOSA! MARRY US!' I'M A LITTLE BUSY AT THE MOMENT!

And then they decide that they want a child.

And then there is their Titus. Their bby boy. Who grew so fast and big and strong.

Just yes. Yes please.

Also yesssssss come join me in the Titus/Nyx/Cor pit *rubs hands together while cackling* they have so little content for such potential lol

[rayearthdudette]

So, any more thoughts on the Nyx/Cor/Titus soulmates AU? Or just any of your Nyx/Cor/Titus 'verses?

Hgffgg my apologies for taking a bit to answer this, my brain has been mush for the past few weeks.

But here I am!

And not expecting for myself to write so much, wow.

Um for soulmate dynamics, at least in my AU, its not the whole 'two halves of a soul coming together' thing that most are like, but rather that soul is compatible with that one and they make each other better for it. As much as I love the trope, it can sometimes fall into squick category for me because its portrayed a lot as 'you NEED your other half to be a complete person and you have no choice on who it is!' And I won't lie, that makes me uncomfortable. Not hating on it. It's just not my thing to have it that way. I like a gentler view on it.

Maybe we work well together and the universe has given us a sign and a chance through our marks to try.

Maybe we don't and we can part with the understanding that sometimes the universe was wrong and there will be another for each of us.

This is pretty much the basis of my whole approach on this AU along with giving people soulmarks that have three stages.

The first is always a given, or at least it should be, and that's stabilizing the bond/mark after the matches/mates wake after their first touch exchange. (I think I've mentioned that marks coming in are never painless so its not unusual for people to pass out and be put into Match Suites, something that society developed to plop the matches into as an out of way place XD and to monitor their health.) If they don't there could be health risks. After all its two souls suddenly being brought into contact, so no matter how compatible they are it's still a MASSIVE change.

The second is strengthening the bond. This is the 'dating' phase of soulmates. Can they live with each other? Do they make each other truly happy? Are they content? This is the time to find that out. Not to say they can't keep building on their bond after this universe's equivalence to marriage, relationships take work after all, but the bulk of it is in this time period. Which varies between couples.

And finally, if they find themselves satisfied with the universe, or well Astrals', choice, the couple seals their bond. Making the marks permanent. This is usually done privately, then told to friends and family later so they may have a ceremony for an official declaration to their community and then throw a party (typical wedding really) to celebrate.

Of course coming back to the bois who have been pining and hoping that they'd actually be soulmates, if not with one then the other.

It's why they're so delighted to wake up and realize that they have each other.

(So delighted, in fact, they stabilized, strengthened and sealed their bond in like a day which is pretty damn scandalous in universe XD it's expected and socially proper to take at MINIMUM a year to seal a bond)

And well I guess I could tell you what their marks are.

All of them have a large fully bloomed lotus over their heart to signify how they've all overcome great adversity (Cor and the Tempering Grounds, Nyx and the Fall of Galahd, Titus and his decision to let go of his rage and hatred [yes he's definitely the good guy in this one lol]).

On each of their backs and curling down their shoulders is a beast that represents their mates/matches.

Cor as a phoenix, Titus is a wyvern, and of course I chose to make Nyx a coeurl.

As they go through the years and their bonds become deeper they gain each other's preferred weapon on their forearms and flowers... LOTS of flowers. Forget-me-nots, honeysuckle, sunflowers, just a massive amount of flowers bruh XD

[rayearthdudette]

For the ship ask. Two ships, an easy one and a hard one: Drautos/Nyx/Cor and Regis/Nyx/Cor/Drautos. Good luck!

Lol .(^°^)/ I see you there.

Draucortyx

NOTP | meh | it’s ok | i can live with it | BROTP | cute| i love this ship | adorable | OTP | ride or die for the sweet'n'salty bastards | i'd kill for them if they asked nicely |

Regis/Cor/Nyx/Titus

NOTP | meh | it’s ok | i can live with it | BROTP | cute | i love this ship | adorable | OTP | i can see it | could be bribed into writing it |