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imagine Loki opening up to you about some of his darkest fears. he knows that you won't judge him, that you've proven you love him regardless. you reach for his hands and lift them up to your lips for a kiss, a silent promise to be there for him.
Claw feeties 2.0
Welcome to Spooky’s October Drabble Challenge day fifteen. Today’s prompt was darkest fears. Prompto was the obvious choice because that boy is a mess of hangups and Cor is all quiet strength. I didn’t expect to end up writing myself some PromCor, but it happened and I’m not taking it back. So - enjoy this angsty almost smutty drabble!
Side note: totally reached 500 posts AND broke 20 followers today! Woo!
Cor stood beside Prompto at the gates guarding Hammerhead. The darkness that loomed just outside the lights was oppressive and even the strongest men weren’t immune to the hopelessness it could inspire. Except Prompto - he never seemed to lose hope. In fact, he’d confided in the Marshall that his biggest fear was to completely lose it. He never let anyone give up no matter how hard the unending struggle and spoke often of how Noctis would return to save them. The gunslinger’s enduring hope had drawn many people to the company of his bed, seeking the comfort his smiles could bring them. Cor had enjoyed the warmth of Prompto’s bed many times and sought him out every time he was near Hammerhead.
“It’s ugly, isn’t it?” Prompto said casually, eyes focused somewhere in the distance. Cor hummed an agreement, watching the gunner more so than what lay beyond the gates. There was something different about him recently. He seemed to be having a harder time smiling and the Marshall was worried. When two other hunters arrived to relieve them of duty for the evening, Cor led Prompto to the quiet privacy of the blond’s room.
As soon as they were behind closed doors, Prompto pressed his lips to Cor’s. His kiss was desperate and he pawed at the Marshall’s clothing. Cor quickly shrugged off his coat, breaking the kiss long enough to remove his shirt and drop it to the floor. The gunslinger attached his lips to the Marshall’s neck, sucking and biting a trail to his collarbone as he maneuvered out of his own coat. They made their way to the cot that served as a bed, stripping off their pants as they went.
The older man crawled over the blond, worshipping the scars adorning his pale freckled chest. Working his way down the gunslinger’s body, he looked up expecting to see a look of pure bliss but instead saw tears glittering in blue eyes. His own eyes went wide and he sat up, “Prompto?”
“I’m sorry.” The blond muttered, wiping furiously at his eyes. Cor laid down beside the younger man and pulled him close, asking him what was wrong. The only answer he received was a stubborn head shake as Prompto curled up closer to the Marshall’s warmth.
“Tell me what’s wrong.” Cor said.
“It’s just...what if he never comes back? It’s been ten years, Cor. What if this is how we live now?”
“He’ll come back.” The older man replied firmly. There was a conviction in his voice that brooked no argument and after a moment of silence, Prompto nodded.
“You’re right.” He breathed, “Sorry.”
“Don’t apologize.” Cor said, lightly finger combing the gunner’s hair. “Is there anything I can do?”
“Just...stay.”
Thinkin’ about...claw feeties.
Muse’s Fears:
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dark. fire. open water. deep water. being alone. crowded spaces. confined spaces. open spaces. change. failure. war. loss of control. powerlessness. prison. blood. drowning. suffocation. public speaking. natural animals. the supernatural. heights. death (in terms death of others, not himself). intimacy. rejection. abandonment. loss. the unknown. the future. not being good enough. scary stories. speaking to new people. poverty. loud noises. lack of noise. being touched. forgetting. insects. disease. falling.
“Let me just spill my guts out, I guess.”
Welcome to the panic room
Where all your darkest fears
Are gonna come for you
-Au/Ra, Panic Room
I love this so much ❤ #Kayden
