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Prompt List

Here it is friends, the official prompt list for Draucor Week!

If a prompt you desperately wanted isn't here don't worry, there will be an 8th 'Free' Day on the 20th of May. Now go forth and create :D

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Coitus Interruptus AKA Titus Needs To Learn To Lock Doors

Title: Coitus Interruptus AKA Titus Needs To Learn To Lock Doors

Rating: M (There be sexy times)

Pairing: Cor/Titus

Summary: Office sex is all well and good until one of your Glaives walks in on you.

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The undignified squeak had not gone unnoticed by either man.

It took a tremendous amount of willpower and every bit of control Titus still possessed, for him to pause mid-thrust and look over his shoulder, just in time to see Khara vanish from the doorway. For a brief second neither said a word as they processed what had just happened. Cor was the first to eventually break the silence, his shoulders shaking with barely suppressed laughter, the hands that had been gripping Titus’ shoulders falling away to cover his face.

Slightly reassured that he was not going to find himself suddenly castrated as a result of their sudden bout of exhibitionism, Titus collapsed forward, dropping his head onto the other man’s chest and laughed.

“You absolute bastard,” Cor gasped out between laughs, smacking his shoulder, “You said you’d locked the damn door!”

“I thought I had!” Titus protested through his own laughter “Then again, it’s pretty hard to focus when you have a hand on your cock.” As if to prove a point, Cor thrust back on him, cutting off his laughter and replacing it with a choked-off moan. “The door’s still open.” He pointed out, taking hold of Cor’s hips in order to keep him still, though it did little more than lessen the force of the thrusts.

Huffing Cor leant upwards, biting Titus’ ear before growling “You have thirty seconds to lock it and get your ass back over here.” Titus rolled his eyes, pulling out and away from Cor with a quick swipe at his thighs before swiftly moving across the room to pull the door closed. His hand had only just touched the lock when he heard the now familiar sound of pens and paperwork being unceremoniously flung from the desk. With a heavy sigh, he slid the lock into place and turned to look at Cor. The Marshal, for a man who exuded propriety in public, had reclined himself out across the desk and was looking far too pleased with himself; and as expected the numerous files that had been occupying the space now laid in a complete mess on the floor. In response to the raised eyebrow aimed in his direction, Cor simply shrugged “You try being bent over a desk for fifteen minutes.”

“You,” Titus began as he strode back towards his partner “Are the absolute worst.”

“And yet you love me,” Cor replied with a sultry grin, throwing his arms around Titus’ neck and pulling him down into a kiss.

“One of these days I’m going to throw you out into the hall, completely naked and lock the door behind you.” They both know the threat is an empty one. Titus was a jealous man at the best of times and had previously, on more than one occasion, scared off multiple Crownsguard and Kingsglaive recruits with a simple stare after having noticed them watching Cor a little too closely for his liking. There was no way he would willingly allow anyone to see Cor in anything other than his full uniform, at least not on purpose. Cor made a mental note to check in on Khara later and make sure that Titus hadn’t done anything to permanently scare the man off, it wouldn’t do to have one of their better Glaives scared off because Titus was jealous.

The Marshal was violently torn from his thoughts when Titus thrust back into him.

“Fuck,” Cor sighed, his head fell back onto the heavy mahogany beneath him. Snaking his arms around Titus’ neck and wrapping his legs around the other man’s waist, he closed his eyes.

“That’s what we’re doing, yes.” Had Titus not been fucking him with enough force to take his breath away, Cor would have slapped him on principle alone.

Both men were so engrossed in one another that they failed to register the familiar sound of someone warping until someone cried out in disgust from somewhere behind them. Titus stilled instantly, his grip on Cor’s hips tightening to the point that the Marshal hissed in pain and pushed him away with enough force that the other man fell backwards over his own feet. Muttering curses that would make even the worst of soldiers blushed, Titus clambered to his feet and scoured the room for the source of the noise.

There, outside the window, clinging onto a Kukri that was firmly embedded into the window frame, was one Nyx Ulric.

Titus was vaguely aware of Cor swearing and the sounds of him throwing himself off the desk, scrambling across the room in search for his underwear that had been flung Bahamut knows where when they had frantically undressed one another nearly an hour prior.

“Ulric!” He roared, sprinting towards the window, not at all caring that he was still indeed completely naked. There was a small part of him that found the panicked screech Ulric let out as he warped away, highly amusing, however, in that moment he wanted nothing more than to wrap his hands around the man’s neck and throttle him. Throwing the window open he just managed to catch sight of Ulric running off with two other Glaives before they were out of sight. He sighed heavily and dropped his head into his hands.

This was going to require far too much damage control for his liking.

“How in the name of Bahamut do we get ourselves into this situation?” He groaned quietly, rubbing his hand over his face.

“Titus,” Cor muttered as he yanked his trousers up “As much as I love you, we are never having sex outside of the apartment ever again.” And despite how much he wanted to protest, Titus couldn’t help but agree. Seconds later Cor appeared at his side, fully dressed and holding Titus’ own underwear and trousers in his hands. “Get dressed,” He said with a small smile, a blush still decorating his cheeks.

“I’m so sorry,” Titus said with a shake of his head, accepting the offered clothing.

“It’s alright,” Cor chuckled, pressing a kiss to his jaw “We’ll sort it out.” Pulling away he strode to the door, adjusting his trousers as he went and straightening out his shirt. “I’ll see you later. We’ll cook dinner, well, I’ll cook dinner, you can watch, and we’ll plan Ulric’s inevitable death.”

Titus shook his head and waved him off with a smile of his own “Go. I promise not to kill anyone without your permission.”

“And I promise I won’t go to Regis and demand the Glaives be stripped of their warping capabilities,” Cor teased, as he slipped out of the office. “Love you.”

“Love you too.” Titus said fondly as he started to redress himself and gather up his discarded paperwork.

“You were right,” Nyx whined as he dropped into the seat beside Pelna. “You were so right, and I really, really wish you weren’t.” Swiping one of the numerous beers that littered the table, he sunk in on himself “The Captain is hung and by this time tomorrow I’m going to be dead.”

Across the table from him Luche snorted as he claimed the seat beside Libertus. “You were the dumbass who decided it was a good idea to warp onto the Captain’s window ledge when we knew he was fucking the Marshal.” Libertus blinked slowly, looking between the two men before turning his attention to Crowe who simply shrugged, reclined in her chair and threw her legs up onto the table.

“Don’t look at me, I actually like being alive and didn’t fancy trying to contort myself onto a window ledge beside Nyx.”

“I told you!” Pelna slurred, pointing his empty beer bottle at Nyx “I bloody told you!”

“It was Luche’s idea!” Was Nyx’s pathetic protest.

“Hey!” Luche interrupted “Don’t go blaming me you idiot. I was going to stand outside the door, not look through his gods damned window! I can happily go through my entire life without ever needing to see the Captain’s cock. Or the Marshal’s for that matter.”

“It wasn’t a cock! It was a fucking Naga and Leonis wasn’t much smaller!”

Sighing Crowe accepted the bottle offered to her by Luche “You know what? Those two sleeping together is the stuff of dreams.”

“And porn magazines.” Libertus supplied.

“And porn magazines.” She repeated sagely.

Pelna just whined, emptying his bottle before making grabby hands at Luche’s bottle.

Beside him Nyx cried out in despair.

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Weather The Storm

And I wrote a thing for @draucorweek~

Title: Weather The Storm (AKA fluff before I go all out on the angst) Rating: T Summary: Titus is injured in battle and Cor’s there by his bedside with the promise or threat, depending on how you feel about daytime TV, to care for him.

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Being injured in the line of duty was to be expected when one was a member of the Kingsglaive. There wasn’t a single Glaive who hadn’t found themselves at the tender mercies of the Citadel’s often grumpy medical staff.

Unfortunately for Titus Drautos, he, and several others, often found themselves waking in the all too bright and sterile environment of the medical wing. Indeed it had become so common that a handful of beds were permanently set aside for them. Titus had once considered that perhaps one of the nurses had written their names on the things, though a quick check by himself and Ulric one evening had confirmed that no, they hadn’t gone that far quite yet.

So upon fighting his way through the familiar fog of a medically induced sleep, he was not overly surprised to find himself yet again in the medical wing. There was, however, something different this time. Something large and undeniably human.

Cor’s presence at his bedside wasn’t unusual in itself, the Marshal often took it upon himself to make sure that he was there when Titus awoke. No, what made this particular encounter strange was the fact that Cor was fast asleep, his head resting on Titus’ right thigh and their fingers interwoven.

“He hasn’t left your side.” Had he not still been under the influence of whatever painkillers were coursing through his body, Titus was quite sure that he would have accidentally thrown Cor onto the floor with his movements. As it was, his flinch had little to no impact on the exhausted man. Rolling his head to the left, Titus was greeted by the sight of both the King and his Shield, the former having been the one to speak. Leaving the King in his seat, Clarus moved out of sight for a brief moment before returning with a cup of water and straw. “Three weeks he’s been sat in that chair,” Regis continued with a small smile.

“We’ve had to drag him out of here by his ear,” Clarus added, setting the cup aside prior to retreating to his King’s side, leaning up against the wall behind him. “I’m pretty sure someone has footage of it by now.”

Sighing Titus rolled his head back to Cor, freeing his hand from Cor’s and bringing it up to run his fingers through the other man’s hair. Albeit significantly uncoordinated. It was a testament to his exhaustion that Cor didn’t even stir.

“Ulric informed me that you threw yourself in front of several Yojimbos to protect him while he was down.” Regis continued, and from the corner of his eye, Titus saw him stand with the aid of Clarus as he moved to stand beside the bed. “Normally I wouldn’t call you stupid for doing something like that considering your track record, but doing so when you’ve got twelve bullets in you? Well, that’s another thing entirely.” Well, that certainly explained why he felt like he’d been run over by a truck or ten. “Do me a favour Titus,” Regis said, placing a hand on his shoulder “Next time you get shot, get yourself to a medic. The last thing we need is you getting yourself killed. Cor always has that kicked puppy face when you’re hurt and there’s only so long I can deal with that before I want to treat him like one.”

Titus chuckled briefly, though he instantly regretted it as the movement pulled at his stitches.

“Try not to hurt yourself before he wakes up.” Clarus huffed as he gently encouraged Regis to leave the room with a hand on his back.

Glancing back over his shoulder Regis smiled at him “I promise to give you a proper telling off once you’re not held together with duct tape.” He teased, ducking out of the room before Titus could say anything, not that he felt particularly inclined to do so. He was quite content to sit, well lay, in silence and pretend that his throat hadn’t turned to sandpaper while he had been unconscious. He lazily raised the hand not hidden in Cor’s hair to wave the King and his Shield off, ignoring the chuckles the pair gave as Clarus let the door swing shut behind him. Amusingly enough, it was the quiet click of the lock falling into place that had Cor jolting upright, accidentally taking Titus’ arm with him.

He yelped as the movement pulled on his injuries and stretched muscles that really shouldn’t have moved that quickly. In any other situation, Cor’s wide-eyed look would have been amusing, but the pain and partial brain-fog were enough to push the amusement aside.

“Shit” Cor hissed, practically clambering over Titus to kneel over him on the bed. His hands framing Titus’ face as his eyes searched for any obvious injuries. A few seconds into his check, Cor’s movements slowed before his gaze snapped up to meet Titus’ eyes. “You’re awake,” He breathed, almost as an afterthought. “Titus,” Leaning in he pressed his forehead against the other man’s. “Thank the Six.” Sighing heavily, Titus drug his hands up until they sat on Cor’s thighs. “You absolute moron,” Cor whispered against his lips “Never do that to me again.” He pleaded, tightening his grip on Titus’ face ever so slightly.

“What-” Titus flinched at how rough his voice sounded, clearing his throat he started again only this time Cor cut him off before he could speak.

“You were shot Titus,” Cor said, leaning back on his heels whilst taking care not to place any unnecessary weight upon Titus’ legs. “You were shot, stabbed and Six knows what else. Nyx was sitting on you while he literally held your intestines inside of your body.” That he had not been expecting and from the way Cor was looking at him his face showed his surprise. “Exactly.”

“M’sorry.” He slurred, leaning into Cor’s hands, a welcome warmth against the otherwise temperate climate of the room. He had always prefered warmer temperatures to cooler ones, something that drove Cor absolutely insane and often started ‘The Great Climate Control Wars’, which really just involved the two of them fighting over the thermostat until one of them ended up conceding to the other.

“You better bloody well be,” Cor teased, leaning in to kiss him chastely. “And if you’re not, you will be because guess who’s going to be in charge of caring for your sorry backside until you’re back on your feet.” Now there was something he wouldn’t complain about any time soon. Any time spent with Cor was time well spent and something they were rarely able to indulge in. Not that anyone had anything against their relationship, it was more to do with their conflicting schedules and deployments. “Stop thinking,” Cor ordered with a nip at his bottom lip. “There’ll be enough time for thinking about how stupid you are when you’re stuck in bed watching daytime talk shows.”

Throwing his head back into the pillow Titus groaned, momentarily squeezing Cor’s thighs. “S’mean.” He huffed.

“Oh, you think that’s mean?” Raising an eyebrow Cor chuckled “You have absolutely no idea. You made me cry Titus,” His heart sunk and the grip on Cor’s thighs returned to a loving gesture “In front of Regis. I’m never going to live that one down.” Even through the haze of the pain medication Titus could acknowledge that it was an obvious lie. Regis would never hold something such as that over their heads. He would, however, use it as proof that Cor isn’t as emotionally stunted as he often liked to pretend that he was.

Reaching a hand up, Titus grabbed hold of Cor’s t-shirt and tugged on it, encouraging the other man to lean in a little closer. “Love you,” He murmured against Cor’s lips before leaning in for a kiss.

“I love you too you foolish old man,” Cor replied, brushing their noses together. “Love you too.”

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Fire and Alcohol: What Could Go Wrong?

Author - MeinNameIstJette (Posted with permission)

Rating: Not Rated

Prompt Day 3: "We're going to die, we're going to die and it's all your fault."/Burning/ Date night.

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Presenting Draucor Week! A fan week dedicated to The Marshal and His Captain. The event will take place on the 13th of May until the 19th.

You can submit prompts via Curiouscat: https://curiouscat.me/draucorweek or Tumblr: https://draucorweek.tumblr.com/

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Important Information For Posting

Draucor Week starts tomorrow so here's some important information:

➡️ The week will run from the 13th-19th of May, if you don't think you'll have your entry finished I will continue retweeting things after the end date!

➡️ Please @ this blog so I can find your entry easily.

➡️ If you're sharing something that is NSFW please tag it correctly.

➡️ I have made a collection on AO3 (Archive of Our Own) for entries to be submitted to, it is called 'Draucor Week 2019'

➡️ With the creator's permission I will be sharing the entries on both Twitter and Tumblr, if you don't give permission on the post I will contact you directly.

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➡️ Most of all, have fun and be nice to one another! This is a week for us to admire our favourite ship!

- Vex

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Unworthy

Author: WhatEvenAreNames

Rating: General

Summary: Cor deserves better than someone as broken as himself, this much he knows, and it is this thought that has him sending a text to Regis. ( Draucor Week Prompt: Changing The Outcome)

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If you haven't already, be sure to give These Traitorous Whispers by stellecanta a read! It's well worth it!