#weskham

[sakuranightmarez]

At the Maagho:

*buys 300k Caviar ridiculous nipple looking dish*

Ignis: THAT'S IT! I daresay I can make this at camp!

Weskham: *reaches over and slaps Ignis, taking his recipe notebook*

If anybody gets away with telling Ignis off I feel like it would be Weskham. The man dealt with Cor, Regis and Cid. He can deal with Ignis.

[noirbriar]

FFXV AU: Save Point

Never shut a group of unrestrained adults with freedom in a single enclosed space for long periods of time. Personal space? Whut that?

Press F for all the underpaid men and women of the Lucian military.

PS: Also do practice responsible drinking.

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BAM!

The ruckus had caused Nyx to leap up and summon his kukri, nakedness be damned. While Cor pulls out his katana laying beside him, still half asleep in just his shirt and boxers. Both commanders alert and ready to tear apart the intruder. 

Regis Lucis Caelum cares little as he shoves 2 different bottles of Cleigne ale into his Marshal’s face. Nyx stops breathing when he finally realises who have barged into the makeshift storage turned bedroom as though he owns it. Which the Royal does technically. The Galahdian quietly sinks back under the covers, running his hand across his face. He curls in, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible in a tiny ball. There is a time and place for everything, but not in front of his damn employers, who are also his husband’s brothers. Nope. Nyx will pick his battles now. This one is all Cor’s shit.

Crowe had shooed him off to rest. Along with Cor, who had been all but thrown off the comms by Dustin. The two commanders have been working around the clock for hours on end that even their subordinates are worried for their wellbeing. Though that plan to have 8 hours of peaceful shut eye to recuperate seems moot point now.

“Ah there you guys are! Good morning, Nyx!” The King greets jubilantly without any regards, and way too brightly for at, Nyx pulls out his cell under his substitute pillow of Cor’s folded coat and squints at the time, 0352 hours. What. The fuck. 

Regis then turns to Cor, “Which ale is better?”

“What?” Cor blinks in a daze.

“Which one is better!” Regis repeats, shaking the bottles jubilantly.

“Reggie, are you seriously asking Cor this?” Weskham’s voice drawls out tiredly from Regis’s phone on speaker in his other hand.

“Who the hell gave you bastards alcohol?Nobody was suppose to have alcohol in this safe house!” Cor’s voice is level but Nyx can hear that someone is probably to get hurt later real bad for this.

“Don’t need to know! We have only these and they are mine! So A or B?” 

“Do me a solid, and tell him the Bells brand is dogpiss for fucking pansies-” Cid grunts from behind Regis.The old mechanic still as grumpy as ever.

“You shut up!” 

Suddenly the storage space bedroom seems too tight and claustrophobic with a growing quarrelsome crowd. The Galahdian can now confirm that the occupants in close quarters within this lighthouse for weeks has driven everyone bat shit insane.

If there is one strange quirk about Cor, is that he has a set internal clock. Wake him earlier than the time he told himself to be awake and chances are he might stab you AND THEN go back to sleep. However-

“Did you both old farts seriously barge in just to ask me a fucking imbecile question about a damn fucking beverage?” Cor blinks and growls lowly at the two individuals before him. Now three, as Clarus pokes his head into the room. Nyx curls in tighter, wanting to be as inconspicuous as possible.

Tired Cor then squints at the bottles in Regis’ hand in contemplation.Then he scowls at the trio in his face, right before he grabs both and downs the entire damn thing under a minute flat as if to drive a point. Until he spots another half empty bottle in Cid’s hands and proceeds snatch it out of the old man’s hand to drain it of its contents out of pure spite. The Marshal grimaces, shaking off the rush from the alcohol before pushing the bottles back to Regis, who fumbles holding the now empty bottles and his phone, with a growl. 

“Answer is fucking neither! Now bloody piss off. ”

The Marshal then plops back under his covers and bolsters his ball of a spouse.

Regis, Clarus and Cid all share a look.There is only silence from Weskham’s end.

“Well. Told ya its never too early for alcohol.”

“I said its never too late you senile old man-“

“For goodness sake, this is what you guys are doing after I leave for 30 minutes? If you have that many brain cells to spare, please use them on the battle plans-”

“That’s what I said too!”

“Oh please, and it was just 5 minutes, Clarus!“

The three old men then leaves, arguing about the logistics and timing of proper drinking timing among themselves.Their voices slowly fading down the hallway.

Nyx pops his head out of the covers and stares at the closed door.

“I’m surprised you aren’t running after them with Kotetsu.” Nyx mutters dryly over his shoulder to the other man behind him whose eyes are shut but he knows is not entirely asleep.

Cor gives a muffled snort into his still damp hair.

“Why give them the immediate satisfaction of my reaction? I’m going be polite and give them a full 10 minutes to soak it all in first. Now. Sleep.”

“Is this how they are normally? And you called my friends unhinged! Also, you and polite should not be in a sentence.”

Cor gives a dry laugh and buries himself into the crook of the Galahdan’s neck. Nyx tries his best to not get distracted by the lips brushing against the sensitive and raw skin of his wounds. If he could just wiggle his ass back a tad bit- 

Ah, busted. A hand darts down to his hip and unfortunately, foils his ploy as the fingers dig in, keeping him in his place. Oh well.

“They were worse on our road trip 30 years ago. Now I just keep old men on their toes. So I will politely ask you to shut the hell up, get some shut eye, before I get up and deal with the problematic idiots and find out who smuggled them the booze.” 

Cor proceeds to pushes Nyx’s face with his hand back down into the makeshift pillow, eyes still closed. The younger man makes an indignant noise and flails about like a bristling Coeurl until Lucian simply rolls over his lover with his entire weight into submission with a lazy smirk.

Nyx really did not expect all this insanity when he got hitched, but he’s 10 years too late for that now. 

——

Everyone in the Crownsguard and Kingsglaive: Ah. Peace. *sips caffeinated beverage* Maybe If we are lucky, our superiors won’t report in-

Cor: *slams open the door and yells at every single soul at 5am on the dot in the morning while looking immaculate and not dangerously low on caffeine and sleep*

Everyone: *startled hamster meme* A/N: Was supposed to hibernate but I had a long long week at work, my brain is fried and I’m just a shrivelled raisin and needed something to even out my non existent sanity.What better way than to pump out a silly ficlet?  ∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿

[gimmethatgg]

On the 30th of September, six years ago, A King's Take: Final Fantasy XV was released for the PS4 and Xbox One.

A King's Tale has the visual aesthetic of a 1980s beat 'em up with 16-bit pixel art and a chiptune-like soundtrack, but incorporates a modern combat system that includes magic attacks, companions and summons. It was originally marketed as an exclusive DLC game for customers who pre-ordered Final Fantasy XV from retailers such as Gamestop, GAME, and EB Games. On March 1, 2017, A King's Tale was made downloadable free of charge for all players on the PlayStation 4 and Xbox One.

A King's Tale follows the exploits of Regis Lucis Caelum CXIII, the king of Lucis and father of Noctis, as its main character. It is set thirty years before the base game's events, told to a young Noctis by Regis as a fairy tale. In combat, Regis may string together combination moves or "combos" by utilising strong and fast attacks as well as a shield bash, or summon his companions Weskham Armaugh, Clarus Amicitia, and Cid Sophiar to his aid.

[hiddeneosbymrsflowerpot]

Maagho is the place to be in Altissia.  Run by King Regis’s old friend, Weshkam Armaugh.  He’s devilishly handsome, a snappy dresser (check out those shoes!) and with the aid of Ansel I discovered that he wears a gold wedding ring.  There is no mention of him being married in the game lore, unless he secret wed his lady friend, Camelia Claustra?  I’d love to hear your thoughts. All images copyright Square Enix Co Ltd

[patsdrabbles]

The Old and New Friends Bowling Evening

Title: The Old and New Friends Bowling Evening Fandom: FFXV Pairing: Cor Leonis/Nyx Ulric Rating: Gen Word Count: 724 Summary: "This is gonna be fun." A/N: Part 6 of my Daily Fanfic Chocolates calendar :D I really enjoyed writing for this lovely ship and fandom again, I love them all so much, aaah <3333 Anyway, this is a whole bunch of silly fluff - please enjoy ❤

(links to AO3 and the DFC masterpost are in the reblogs!)

It was a few months after Nyx had gotten adjusted to being the new and often praised commander of the Kingsglaive, that he got his first invitation to the Old Friends Bowling Evening. Just that it had been renamed The Old and New Friends Bowling Evening now, following his introduction to the group. Cor had stared at the invitation when Nyx had showed it to him before the lightest of smiles had started tugging on the corner of his lips. "This is gonna be fun." * "And to think we had a traitor playing in our group this whole time!" Cid shook his head. "I bet he cheated," Regis commented, standing up to make his throw. Clarus rolled his eyes. If anyone was able to cheat unnoticed in a room full of men whose position in life demanded a high attentiveness, it was probably Regis himself – and even barely so only. On their couch, Weskham was drinking from his glass while casually observing the two men in front of him. He felt that the others soon would have a surprise coming and had to suppress a smile. When it was Cor's turn, Nyx actually got up, too, and slapped him on the butt - "for good luck" - before turning away cackling. A faint blush on Cor's cheeks indicated that it had been more than a friendly gesture, but the others (except for Weskham) didn't seem to notice. But then Nyx did it again the next round and... was Cor lazily ogling Nyx's back and behind during the commander's next turn while he was sitting on the couch with his drink? These and other subtleties were now starting to become more and more noticeable to the other: gentle brushes of their hands, smiles that weren’t exchanged all that secretly, as well as the one or other cheeky wink on Nyx's part.

When Cor - Cor of all people - winked at Nyx before it was the commander's turn again, Regis actually almost choked on his drink. It was the quite intense look that accompanied the wink that made Nyx turn around with more sway than the previous times, and Cor's eyes remained fixed on him despite his King's sounds of choking beside him. (Cor knew that Clarus, who was sitting next to Regis, would make sure that he wasn't actually choking and continued to enjoy the subtle show Nyx was putting on for him.)

"Gods, act any more married, will you?" Cid remarked, finally speaking out what they all were thinking.

Upon Nyx's return to the group, Cor got up and wrapped an arm around the smaller man's waist. He raised his eyebrow the tiniest bit, looking at Nyx in question, and the cheeky and barely contained smirk on Nyx's face was all the answer he needed.

"Actually," he began. Then he dipped Nyx back until his head was only an inch or two from the ground and gave him a passionate and almost obscene, open-mouthed kiss. The Old and New Friends Bowling Group stared on in silence but for Regis's choking noise and the sound of him putting down his glass again, Clarus patting his back and Weskham laughing at the sudden public display of affection.

"Actually," Cor set out to elaborate again, this time, however, more breathless than before. "We got engaged this morning and would like to invite you all to our wedding, whenever it is going to be." Nyx at his side was smirking, but he was also looking at Cor with so much affection and warmth that there was no doubt about the truth of Cor's words.

Nyx took Cor's hand in his as they awaited the reaction of their old and new friends.

"Of course we will be there," Clarus replied, a smile on his face now that Regis wasn't choking on his drink anymore. The other three nodded in confirmation.

"Thank you," Nyx replied and Cor squeezed his hand. They had passed this first hurdle. Which left them with only one more:

"And now go on, spill the questions you no doubt are barely able to hold back."

Nyx turned toward him, cackling loudly and full of fond amusement at Cor's deadpan way of addressing their friends' curious nature. Together, they faced following the storm of questions. All the while, he never let go of Cor's hand.

[hobo-chancellor]

Date night!

[ipromptography]

a very stylish dude for anon

[kingofreddragons]

Inktober Day 13