Mark your calendars and get ready for Cor Leonis Week. It’s seven days of appreciation for everyone’s favorite Crownsguard Marshal and everyone is invited to participate. Gifsets, fanmixes, fanfiction, art, any and all types of creative expression are welcome! We can’t wait to see you there!
Ignis had been pinning after you for the longest time, but you hadn’t known it even though you felt the exact same way. The prince’s adviser was a master of facade, and as much as he wanted to reciprocate your feelings for him, there were more pressing matters at hand. And unfortunately, your efforts felt futile as time carried on during your travels with him.
On the brink of calling it quits, Gladio had taken notice of your deflated nature and took up the responsibility of nurturing your broken heart. One could easily mistake it for infatuation, but truth be told, it was his brotherly instincts.
It was after an especially risky hunt that Ignis finally realized the mistake he had made, having been too concentrated on making sure Noctis didn’t come into harm’s way.
You were inches away from being impaled by a Yojimbo; difficult in singles yet deadly in packs. Had it not been for the broadsword that swung down to beat away the enemy’s blade, you’d surely resemble the kibobs Ignis cooked for special occasions.
Gladio quickly drew his sword back and sliced the daemon in half, it’s essence dissolving into the ground. You would have fallen back from the shock of the near-death experience had the Shield not pulled you into his arms.
“You okay? It didn’t hurt you, right?”
“No…. I-I’m fine. Thank you…”
Gladio gave a sigh of relief before kissing the top of your head.
“Thank the Six.”
Ignis, who stood not that far away, had witnessed the whole thing. Gladio glanced up, still holding you in a comforting embrace, and saw the look of confusion and betrayal that his friend displayed.
The facade broken.
…What if Cor had been more like Prompto after he faced Gilgamesh. Like, imagine a happier bubbly Cor rather than the hardened level headed one he became. Like, he’d settle down eventually probably after saving Prompto from being an experiment and seeing the horrors that the empire was willing to perform on infants I mean what?, but just imagine.
Regis and Clarus, rather than being surprised by the maturity Cor displays after he recovers to being surprised by Cor ACTING HIS AGE.
Cor that still manages to do his job, but regularly runs off to arcades or gets into trouble.
Pranks from him would be scarily well planned. Like. All his training and experience turned against his friends. (Like Regis’s cloak is replaced with one that’s a dark blue instead of black, but only a few people can manage to tell the shades apart. A perfectly timed water balloon falling from the ceiling of a hall while Clarus was only passing through and ends up late to a meeting with Cor.)
Nervous tics. Maybe he chews on his thumb when he’s in social situations. Like, he’s trying to be social but he just never learned how or cared to before. But he would like more friends.
Young Cor actually SMILING.
Dares. He comes up with the worse dares.
“Regis, I dare you to jump from your balcony onto the library roof while you’re only allowed one warp.”
“That’s absurd why would I do that?”
“Knew you couldn’t do it.”
“…Hold my coat Clarus.”
“Regis NO.”
Surprise, he loves sleep as a teenager just like everyone else. And often naps in odd places. (Clarus found him on the top of the citadel with an arm hanging off the edge once. Nearly killed the shield with a heart attack.)
Cor staying up too late and texting his friends at odd hours, from even odder places that only someone with his skills could have gotten to. (A 15 year old with crownsguard training, who thought THAT was a good idea?) Like, imagine the conversations.
“Clarus, look, aren’t those thunderbombs cool looking above the water?”
“How in the infernian’s wrath did you get out of the city Cor?”
Clarus trying to do damage control by tiring him out in training, but the kid, despite his childish antics, has lost absolutely no skill in combat and still gives him a run for his money. Often back fires.
Fist fights. He gets into fist fights with other soldiers regularly over the Immortal nickname.
Pfft, hell, Clarus just ends up being responsible for him in general, and Cor unofficially gets an older brother.
Actually lets people know when he’s scared of something. They never let him live it down that he’s afraid of GRASSHOPPERS. But they also make sure that he’s never burned too badly if caught in a fire attack when they find out he’s afraid of fire.
Keeps candy in his pockets and will throw pieces at unsuspecting people who look like they need a smile. Most often ends up being Regis and Clarus. (Regis mostly gets pelted in the back of the head.)
Hello! Okay, so, I’m Serena and I decided to join the party a little late! Hopefully there’s still some cake left for me~ d; I do a lot of writing on my primary blog but as I’ve finally beaten the damn game, I’ve got a lot of inspiration and love for it flowing through me and decided to go ahead and make a side blog so as not to overflow my main as well as to better connect with this part of the community!
Requests are open, please check my rules before sending anything in though! I will be writing both headcanons and imagines, so feel free to send in requests for either (or both, I don’t mind, just separate ‘em) if you’re interested! ^^ I’m most comfortable writing for characters that were more prominent throughout the game/Kingsglaive as you’re able to get a better feel for them as a character but I’ll try my hand at anyone.
Imagine Final Fantasy 