#mystery prompt challenge

[make-me-imagine]

Rainy Day

Prompt: 'Rain covering your glasses as you walk' Requested by: @spuffyfan394 (this was your mystery challenge request - I wont be posting your color or number since that will give those options away lol)

Pairing: BJ Hunnicutt x Reader + others (platonic)

Warnings: None! Just a short, sweet and simple drabble.

Words: 677

General Taglist: @criminaly-supernatural, @caswinchester2000, @imaginesfire, @rexit-mo MASH Taglist: @thatadroitgeek, @whimsical-daydreams, @meganlpie, @hybrid-omegaverse, @multifandomfix

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You sighed as you looked out the flap of your tent. A chill ran over you as the cold wet wind whipped your face. Quickly jumping out and closing your tent, you turned and began jogging across the compound. You pulled your jacket tight around your body as you squinted your eyes.

Your vision became blurry as the rain covered your glasses. Slowing down to a walk, you lifted your hand to block the rain as you made your way blindly towards the mess tent.

Loosing your balance as you slid through a muddy spot, you let out an annoyed sigh.

"Having trouble?"

Looking up at the familiar voice, you saw a figure approaching. You didn't need to see him, to know BJ was standing in front of you.

You reached out blindly. "Ever tried to walk while looking through a glass of water?"

You heard him chuckle as he came to stand beside you, looping his arm through yours. "Allow me."

Finally making it to the mess tent, you took your glasses off as you got inside, shaking the water from them as you wiped your face. Noting the crowded mess tent, you figured everyone was too afraid to make the trip back to their tents in the storm.

Following BJ, you sat down beside him at a table with Hawkeye, Potter, Radar and Margaret. The table was crowded with others, causing you and BJ to be squished together, his hand was looped around your side, holding you close.

As you wiped off your glasses, Potter looked over at you. "So, decided to swim over huh?"

You smiled and glanced down at the food on everyone plates. "Oh, you know me sir, no wind nor rain can keep me from-" you paused as you watched Hawkeye pick up something unidentifiable up with his fork, "-whatever the hell that is."

Te others chuckled as Hawkeye gestured with his fork. "Meatloaf."

You rose your brow. "I think I'll pass."

"Oh, come on, you gotta eat something." BJ said as he moved to stand up, bringing you with him. You wandered over to the food and he gestured at the options. "I'm sure there something somewhat edible here you can eat."

"Yesterday's dinner, today's lunch, or tomorrows breakfast?" You asked as you looked at the food.

BJ shrugged his shoulder with a smile. "Like I said, options."

You chuckled as you both got a tray of food and wandered back to the table. As you began to eat, everyone looked around as the loud sound of rain slowed to a gentle patter.

A chorus of pleased mummers sounded through the tent, as multiple people rose to leave quickly, in case the rain picked up again.

"You know, when you're safe and warm inside, the rains not so bad. Almost comforting in a way." Margaret said, as she sipped her coffee.

"Yeah, about as comforting as the wind that brought me here without me having to move my legs." Hawkeye scoffed.

Margaret rolled her eyes, but you smiled. "I agree Margaret. I love the rain."

"Even if it's like looking through a glass of water." BJ asked softly.

You smiled, "Yes, even then. Though, the mud puddle that almost took me out, I can live without."

"Oh, the puddles around the compound are a menace." Margret commented. "I slid three feet in one during yesterday's storm."

"I took a trip down the whole road this morning, surfed like I was on an ocean wave." Potter added on as he motioned with his hand.

"Thanks for the warnings." Hawkeye said as he rose. "I'll heed them as I wade my way back to the swamp."

As he began to move towards the exit, the rain began to pour heavily, as the wind picked up, whistling through the crack in the door.

Turning around, Hawkeye came and sat back down. "On second thought, might wait a bit."

"Right." Your voices rang out in unison.

Pulling a deck of cards from his shirt pocket he looked around. "Anyone for a game of blackjack?"

xx End xx

I didn't have much of an idea for this, so I decided to write a simple comforting fic.

#MASH #BJ Hunnicutt #M*A*S*H #b.j. hunnicutt #bj hunnitcutt x reader #bj hunnitcutt/reader #mash x reader #mash imagine #bj hunnitcutt imagine #M*A*S*H imagine #mash reader insert #bj hunnicutt x you #bj hunnicutt/you #mash x you #mash/you #imagine #drabble #fluff #comfort #mystery prompt challenge #bj hunnicutt drabble #mash drabble

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

Whumpee wakes up with no memory of the last hour before the injury that knocked him out. Finds out that he had an altercation with someone that he hated and is now dead (no witnesses). He's suspected of murder, and even without a memory, he knows he's probably guilty (and it was probably self defense, but how can you prove that when the only other witness is dead?). He won't confess because he's got a little brother to take care of, so he's hoping if he keeps his mouth shut, they can't charge/convict him. His friends all believe in his innocence, making him feel worse because he knows he probably killed a man, but at the same time, that man was evil and definitely deserved it.

Ooh nice!

#admin answers #whump #writing #angst #amnesia #murder mystery #writer #writing tropes #writing challenge #writing inspo #writing inspiration #writing ideas #tropes #writing trope #writing prompts #writeblr #writing prompt #prompts #prompt #whump tropes #whump trope #trope

[write-it-motherfuckers]

Person A: “Take. It. Off.”

Person B: “No.”

Person A: “I’m serious, you have no idea what that thing can do, and you do not want to find out.”

#write-it-motherfuckers #writing prompt #writing prompts #writing #prompt #story prompt #story prompts #story #prompts #my prompt #original #random #imagine #story time motherfucker #dialogue #dialogue prompt #person a and person b #incorrect quotes #incorrect quote #I nearly left it at No. but then realised how suggestive it was. At least this provides a little more mystery and challenge I guess😅 #ominous #mystery #drama #dramatic #action #supernatural #magic #fantasy #cursed item #as always the tags are only ever a suggestion

[omgpurplefattie]

Prompt fill for:

@kingsandbastardz asked:

Adapting the 1k word prompt for: what is their opinion on street performers? 

It's kind of a dfs-centric idea but I guess from fdb or llh's pov and about street performing as art or spectacle. Amnesia arc llh suggested a-Fei perform in the street and fdb went out of the way to come up with an alternative that didn't involve a-Fei performing anything, though he was cranky and yelling when communicating about it. Which is interesting bc usually it's llh thinking about dfs' dignity. I am curious about your take about possible reasons/ differences in opinions.  Was llh joking or serious?  Did fdb not like it for some reason?  Or was it some other reason? Or a class thing! Potential misunderstandings this might stem from?  Some other completely unrelated reason?  Does dfs sleep poorly and bc of it fdb thinks he'll be too sleep deprived to perform well?  Or does he just think dfs is not capable?  Does llh know something about dfs everyone else doesn't know?  Or did llh have other plans he was seeing into motion by making fdb mad?  Why did a-fei have very little reaction? Or something completely crack headed like Huli Jing is really a fox spirit where only fdb can understand what he's saying - so he tells him ill fortune will befall them if a-fei starts singing or dancing any time within the autumn season. Etc etc idk

Here, have almost precisely 1K of A-Fei thinking about performing on the street to do Li Lianhua a favour. Performing, for him, would of course mean a qinggong demonstration. What else could he possibly perform?

#1k character prompt challenge #mysterious lotus casebook #di feisheng #li lianhua #fang duobing #liansanjiao #amnesiac a-fei arc #a-fei's limited PoV

[noodyl-blasstal]

For the prompts - 14 with the twins mayhaps? (I love your writing so much)

Thank you so much for this, you're so kind and I'm really glad you enjoy!

Prompt 14 is: You drive me insane. Obviously I would go to hell for you. (perfect for the twins)

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“I hate you.”

“I hate you too.” Taako twists another chunk of Lup’s curls up on top of her head.

“I hate you harder.”

“Good. It gives cha’boy strength.”

Lup snaps her teeth at him in the mirror.

Taako doesn’t flinch, just grins back as big and as smug as he can.

“Just stop taking my makeup?” She makes her eyes go wide enough that Taako almost relents.

He doesn’t though, he’s stronger than that, he’s a lifetime veteran of The Lup Look. She shouldn’t use it so often if she wants it to keep its potency. “How else was cha’boy supposed to get this shiny?” Taako wiggles his shimmery shimmery arm.

“By buying your own glitter, Goofus.”

“Uh huh, yeah, sure, no problem, cha’boy’ll start doing that as soon as you start buying your own skirts. Also washing up liquid.”

“I got some!”

“You got the off brand shit.” Taako doesn’t even try to hide his distain.

“It works just as wel…”

“No it fucking doesn’t! We’ve had this conversation, I refuse to believe that you think for a second that it does, you’re smarter than that.” Taako pins another chunk of hair firmly (but gently) in place.

“Aw! You think I’m smart?” Lup bats her eyelashes and gives him the sickliest smile she can manage in the mirror.

“I didn’t say that!” 

“You absolutely did, but fine, we’ll test the Garfield dish stuff sometime.” Lup shrugs nonchalantly, too nonchalantly.

Taako looks her straight in her mirror eyes. “You swapped it!” 

“I didn’t.” Mirror Lup avoids looking back at him.

“Prove it.”

“Prove I did!”

“Taako doesn’t need to prove it, he knows it.”

“Oh, so you decided I did something and that’s it forever? What if I assume you’re going to let me have full control of the TV for the rest of the month?”

“Breaking news, Dingus, you’re not Taako and therefore it doesn’t matter.”

“Cha’girl’s just decided that it works when she decides something’s true too.”

“That’s not how it works!”

“Then how does it work?”

Taako pins the last of her hair into place and adds the pins that make it look like there’s flames springing up from her crown.

“It works.”

“That’s not an answer, Ko.” Lup turns her head a few times, then adds, “...thanks, that looks great.”

“Yeah you do!”

“Flattery won’t get you anywhere.”

“It’s important to boost your confidence, Taako knows it’s tough being the less hot twin.” 

Lup kicks him. Taako isn’t entirely sure how because she’s sat down and he’s behind her and there’s a fucking chair in the way, but she manages it because she’s nothing if not resourceful.

“We have the same face!”

“Sure we do.” 

“You’re the worst.”

“I know you are, you said you are, but what am I?” Taako sticks his tongue out.

“Have I ever told you that I hate you?”

Taako taps his chin thoughtfully. “Hmm… have you, Lup Taaco, my most beloved sister, ever told me, your darling brother, that you hate me? Surely not! Surely you would never hurt cha’boy that way.”

Lup’s eyes narrow and Taako surreptitiously double checks where the nearest exit is. He can hurdle the costuming tables no problem. Sure, it’d take a while for Lucretia to forgive him if he fucked up her system, but life or death…

“Twintentional Destruction! It’s go time in 60 seconds!” Ren shouts through the door.

“We’re gonna crush ‘em.” Lup jumps out of the chair, there’s no ounce of doubt in her voice, it’s just fact.

“Natch.” Taako shrugs. “We’re unstoppable.”

“Do you wanna do the piggyback, or should I?”

“You can get on my back this time. You had that cool pose we practised.”

“Hell yeah! They’re not gonna know what hit ‘em.”

“What hit ‘em’ll be you. Clotheslining them from my back.”

“Fine, they might know…”

“But if we’re really quick…” Taako adds

“Then they might at least be slightly confused.”

“Do you know anything about these guys?” 

Taako had meant to, you know, do some kind of google or ask literally anyone for any information, but time happened and then the fight was today. He’d figure it out once he got out there.

Lup skrunkles up her nose in thought as they walk towards the staging area. “Nah. I think one of them was called Bluejean or something?”

“I saw some incredible feather cloak on the costume table, but ‘Creesh threatened to put a curse on me if I tried to steal it.”

“Did you try anyway?”

“Look, magic doesn’t exist right? But if it did…”

“If it did then Lucretia would definitely use it to damn your soul forever if you messed up the system.”

“Exactamundo. So you see how it’s not worth finding out if she can or not?”

“Yeah, fair. I’d miss you if she banished you to the depths of super hell.” Lup pats him fondly on the shoulder as they reach their marked entrance spot. Ren nods, holds up both hands to let them know there’s 10 seconds to go.

“I’d miss you too. Now let’s go murder some fresh meat.”

“Denim Man and Feather Boy are going down!”

Lup jumps onto his back and raises a triumphant fist. There’s no way they’re not taking victory tonight.

#Who could these mysterious challengers be? #Taako's gonna get the cloak one way or another #TAZ Balance #Taako #Lup #Sorry this took so long I've been up to my eyeballs in things but I had a lot of fun finally surfacing and getting to play with words! #Thank you so much for the prompt

[pan-flute-skeleton]

Storyteller Saturday: Pan Fried Style

Alright alright alright. Let's do it again. Mystery prompt, mystery follow up questions, what more could you ask for on this fine day. Keep your asks open. Choose as many or as few as you want. Good luck and have fun!

Question 1: ♦️

Question 2: ♠️

Question 3: ♥️

Question 4: ♣️

#original character #mtl oc #storyteller saturday #writing challenge #fun wine aunt #mystery #creative writing #writing prompt #fic prompt

[manchasama]

I am going to attempt a very small writing thing with my friend in sept. Just 200 words a day. All I wanna write about are the submas bros, but all my fics are so daunting to start.

The most fun I ever have writing has really always been responding to people's prompts. If anyone would like to leave me any submas themed prompts for sept, I would be very grateful. 😊

Can also be the bros interacting with other people. That might even help me work out their voices

#fun times ahead #submas #i tried searching for prompt challenges but none of them spark joy #at least by taking people prompts i can bring other peope joy #and hopefully reignite my writing motivation #last time i got INTO it was the mystery skulls animated fandom #still have things to finish there one day too

[enchantingepics]

Story Prompt 85

The eerie silence settled over the town square like a thick fog as the crowd stood frozen, eyes locked on the scene unfolding before them. They watched with bated breath, hearts pounding in their chests, afraid to even blink for fear of missing a crucial moment.

"YOU'RE A KILLER, A MURDERER! YOU'RE CRAZY!!" The words echoed through the still air, cutting through the tension like a knife. The man's voice trembled with anger, his façade of confidence crumbling in the face of the woman's calm demeanor.

"Darling, if you kill a killer, it's still murder," she responded coolly, her voice a stark contrast to his outburst. Her words hung in the air, leaving him at a loss for a rebuttal.

Caught in the spotlight of the onlookers, he glanced around nervously, searching for some sign of support or guidance. But the faces staring back at him were filled with apprehension, offering no solace or reassurance.

"Bet you a gold piece she escapes?" a hushed voice whispered from the outskirts of the crowd, breaking the tense silence. Another voice chimed in, setting the terms of the wager.

"50 bronze ones, or nothing."

A ripple of murmurs spread through the crowd as the bet was struck, adding an undercurrent of anticipation to the already charged atmosphere.

The woman's laughter cut through the tension like a bolt of lightning, sending shivers down the man's spine. It was a sound tinged with madness, a glimpse into the depths of her unpredictable nature.

As the echoes of her laughter faded away, a chill settled over the square, leaving the spectators on edge and uncertain of what was to come. The man's fear grew with each passing moment, a gnawing sensation in the pit of his stomach telling him that this was far from over.

And he knew, deep down, that he had reason to be afraid.

For in that moment, he realized that he was not the hunter, but the hunted.

#story prompts #writing prompts #creative writing #fiction #writers community #story ideas #plot ideas #am writing #murder mystery #murder plot #killer story #suspense #thriller #crime fiction #murderer #murderous intent #plot inspiration #character development #writing community #author life #writers life #storytelling #dark fiction #murder prompt #mystery plot #plot bunny #writing challenge #murderous plot #detective story #murderous mind

[queenfisher1]

(#FFF214 Broken Mirror) Breaking the Dutchess' Mirror

This is a short story continuing a previous one I had written as an assignment. It is based on another short story called "The Reaper's Image" by Stephen King. Here's the link to previous short story I made (Dutchess Aria's Delver Looking Glass): https://www.deviantart.com/queenfisher1/art/Dutchess-Aria-s-Delver-Looking-Glass-917424412

@flashfictionfridayofficial

They snuck back into the crowded room, luckily without any attention drawn to their sudden reappearance. Jessy felt reassured by the lack of attention, allowing her to act as if nothing had happened. She looked around and studied the mirrors hung on the wall. They were simplistic and square, reaching from the floor to the ceiling high above her head. The reflections were plain. Dull compared to the handcrafted Delver mirror.

The Delver mirror. A shame she didn't see what she was hoping to find in it. Its delicate reflections were mystifying, yet, a part of her felt discouraged when she looked in it. Up to now, she has felt this way about the mirror. She wasn't too happy about being followed into the room either. The break was soon to be over, and the conversations bouncing off the walls simmered down into whispering of gossip.

Jessy glanced at the few who followed her into the dutchess' room, praying they wouldn't speak a word of their trespass. Isaac and Glenn were aimlessly walking and weaving about at a slow pace, something almost every other classmate did in that room. Charlie, however, stood impatiently near the door they entered from, tapping his foot and burrowing his eyebrows. His stance was tense and insecure. He seemed like he was going to faint from an unknown source of stress. Did he see something in the mirror, she questioned. Charlie wasn't sweating, if not on the brink of breaking out. His eyes were narrow and still. Something was definitely off about him, but the cause of such a stressed pose was still questionable. Miss Hall stood up from a small cushioned bench and clapped her hands twice, silencing the crowd. 

"Alright class, we shall quickly do a roll call before continuing the tour," she blurted out of her wrinkled mouth, "I need you all to be quiet unless I call your name."

She began to go through a list of names, each one responded to with either the words 'here' or 'present'. Even though no one noticed her and the others left or were notified of it, something still felt very raw and uncomfortable. Almost like something was forgotten. Or maybe even someone. Something then finally occurred to her when a particular name was called out.

“Rachel?” Miss Hall called. Everything fell dead silent. Jessy looked around to see if she could spot her, but she was nowhere to be found. She glanced at Charlie, somehow seeming more tense as he looked about the room as well. The girl who followed her into the room first was no longer with them. “Rachel?! . . . Rachel Varney!”

Norman quickly pulled out a small hand-held radio and put it over his mouth. Why, of all people, did Rachel not return? What could have happened? Thoughts blurred about her head as she tried to find a viable reason why she was not in the room they were all supposed to be in. Suddenly, the mirror came into thought. Jessy’s expression went white.

She quickly got up and ran out the room, not caring if she was spotted. Before she knew it, someone grabbed her by the shoulder.

“Hold it young lady! You’re not allowed to wander beyond the group!”

“NO!! I NEED TO FIND HER!!” Jessy cried. It couldn’t have happened to her, she thought. Why did it have to be her of all people?! Why couldn’t it have been me instead?! Why did it work for her?! I’m the one who wanted to leave this world! Tears rolled down her cheeks and wet the delicate carpet underneath her feet.

“What do you mean?! You don’t mean to tell me that you were sneaking out with someone else!” the man scolded. This is my fault, she cried. I should’ve double checked before leaving the group. I should’ve looked back before entering that stupid room! THIS HURTS!! “Where’s your friend?!”

“She’s gone!” A knot caught in her throat and her voice began to crack. “She looked at it! She looked at it, and it’s my fault!”

“Answer my question young lady!”

“We went into the Dutchess’ room,” Jessy sobbed. She wanted to fall onto her knees, but the guard’s grip kept her up on her feet. “She looked into the mirror, and it’s all my fault. I want that mirror broken.” The pain grew into an agony that snapped into great disbelief. She was able to quickly free herself in the blink of an eye and rushed to the room. Nothing was stopping her now. The guard’s voice was muffled out into a blur. Adrenaline was overflowing in her veins. She swung the door open and grabbed the mirror from the desk. Looking into its mystic, reality defying reflection, she once again saw nothing. Rage exploded in her eyes and she threw it to the floor.

The mirror landed on the top part of its brim and it shattered, scattering small glass pieces across the brittle carpet. Jessy suddenly collapsed to her knees, and knelt onto her elbows, leaning over the frame of what was once the Delver mirror. Tears come pouring out of her eyes like a river. Her arms shook unsteadily, and her heartbeat quieted into a solemn melody. If anything through her lifetime, this hurt the worst. She didn’t care anymore about leaving this wretched world. She wanted to suffer instead. This guilt was a hundred times worse than the agony she felt for simply existing.

#writing prompts #writing prompt #my writing #mystery #paranormal #stephen king #flash fic friday #flash fic challenge

[dailyday-dreaming-blog]

Day 1: holding hands

Follow @anemoflower as the og creator of the prompt list.

Where I live we’ve gotten some snow so i thought I’d put them in more fashionable winter gear

#my artwork #sketch #digital art #traditional art #character art #totally spies alex #crossover ship #crossover fanart #martin mystery #30 day challenge #otp prompts #winter clothes #holding hands #they are in love #crackship #they should have been endgame #art improvement #totally spies fanart #drawing #fashion

[knock-off-krolmeister]

Drewtober Day 19 - Haunting of Castle Malloy, Screaming Banshee Inn Mixed Drinks, the Peat Bog.

Made with one part crème de menthe, one part cranberry juice, and eight parts sweet cream. Garnish with mint sprigs and cranberries.

#2022drewtoberfood #nancy drew prompts #nancy drew #clue crew #nancy drew games #her interactive #nancy drew clue crew #nancy drew her interactive #nancy drew mysteries #the clue crew #drawing challenge #drewtober #haunting of castle malloy #HAU #Nancy drew and the haunting of castle Malloy

[gaygryffindorgal]

Through Thick and Thin, day 04 of @cursebreakerfarrier ‘s Back to School Challenge

"If you say ‘dragon’ one more time, I will kill you.”

“If you say ‘Merula Snyde’ one more time I will kill you.”

aka Verna and Charlie, my og disaster duo. I can’t believe Dumbledore made them both prefects. RIP to Gryffindor I guess.

#hphm #verna malinda #charlie weasley #hogwarts mystery #*mine #i missed yesterday's prompt so here's an aesthetic for my fave idiots #back to school challenge 2022

[alettertothesea]

Film Noir

Tobio felt his calves’ muscles tensed more and more. Every fiber was about to snap. A sharp heat wormed up his legs, numbing his thighs which were just as hard and contracted. Yet he couldn’t stop running. He had never been closer to capturing his prey than today. It was escaping him, running as fast as he did. And although his lungs were desperate for oxygen to refill them or his throat was as dry as if thousands of bees had stung its walls, he had to catch up with it.

And he had to ignore even more the phantom of his laughter that was echoing against the brick walls of the back alleys in which he was getting lost. Tobio felt like he was chasing after a young child who was going deeper and deeper in a maze with no exit. The only clue to his position and the direction to take was this crystalline, almost evil song which buzzed in his ears and made him fall in a spiral of dizziness.

Tobio sprinted into another alley after a tight corner and stopped dead.

In front of him, hidden in the shadows, he was there, staring at him, studying him, as if he were a caged animal, wondering if he was going to be the next guinea pig for his experiments. Tobio partially saw the grin that lit up his lips, the scar that crossed his cheek looking like a smirk that stretched to his ear.

At the sight, his blood ran cold in his veins, while a shiver ran up his spine, making him clenched his teeth and fists.

A furtive movement caught his attention, his eyes instantly falling to the man’s left hand. For a split second, the moonlight reflected off the steel of the knife blade, the bright, silver light blinding him, causing him to close his eye when it burned his retina. And in the silence of the night, the atmosphere of the back alley becoming heavier and the air nonexistent, he heard it.

Drip-drop

Drip-drop

The sound of the crimson blood drops that still stained the bladed weapon dripped in a steady melody against the dull asphalte of the narrow space. In the peculiar calmness of the Big Apple, Tobio felt like a downpour had suddenly fallen on him, on them, on the city. And as fatal as the chase after his prey had been, he saw again the crime scene from earlier before his eyes.

A wolf, lips drawn back on menacing, sharp fangs, bent over its freshly killed victim, growled to dare anyone present in the room to come closer.

If it looked like the Big Bad Wolf killed poor Little Red Riding Hood in his memory, Tobio knew it was just a nicer reality his brain was trying to create. In fact, the wolf was a demon, straddling the poor and still warm body of a woman. The fangs ready to bite you was a smile so white it shone brighter than the full moon in the dark night. And the growls were demonic laughter. A euphoric rattle coming from the back of the throat and conveying all the ecstasy of the intoxication of a murder. Big amber doe eyes were plunged in his blue ones, as hands pushed the weapon deeper into the chest of the dead body beneath him, teasing him, daring him to arrest him.

“Here we go again, you and me.” The hoarse and low voice, which echoed enough in this confined and silent back alley, where only the beating of their hearts could be heard, snapped him out of his thoughts. “How long has it been? Aren’t you tired chasing after me? After all these years?”

Tobio slowly looked up at the silhouette whose outline he could barely see in the shadows and stared at the dense, black mass where his prey’s eyes should be.

“Come on, Inspector Kageyama, catch me if you can.”

The voice was just a whisper brought by a draft, tickling the thin, sensitive skin of his ear, before he heard footsteps in the darkness in front of him, the Demon of New York slipping through his fingers like smoke.

#kagehina #haikyuu #hinata shouyou #kageyama tobio #prompt challenge #mystery #horror #writer

[madelineorionswan]

The Summer Break Challenge.

Day 1: Day at the Beach!

A/N: Yes, I'm actually alive 🤣🤣sorry guys for my absence, exams were killing me and I had one hectic schedule. So I present to you guys two short stories for the amazing, the glorious, mah bestie @usernoneexistent summer prompts. I hope you guys like it!

Summary: After a long week of work, Madeline returns home to her family. It was great to just sit back and have a nice evening with them. But what if they decide to have a weekend at the beach?

Warnings: Tooth rotting family fluff😂

Madeline sighed as she stumbled to her and charlie’s house. Boy, the week had been HECTIC! There had been so much work at the ministry with the disappearance of a death eater from Azkaban and the new Auror recruits’ training sessions, Madeline was on the verge of pulling her hair out!

Thankfully, she knew she had a relaxing, long weekend ahead of her. Sure, she had three, rambunctious children, who seemed to always get themselves into trouble. 

But Madeline and Charlie were the parents so what were you expecting?

Feeling her muscles relax, Madeline kicked the door open, before kicking off her shoes. “I’m home,” she announced loudly as she booted her shoes and threw her bags onto the couch. 

And just as she had predicted, she heard the thunder of footsteps down the stairs as she took off her uniform coat. She turned to face the stairs just in time to see their boy, Drake speed down the stairs, closely followed by their twin girls, Sophia and Isabella, laughing loudly as Charlie called after them, running down the stairs too. 

Madeline sat on her knees and opened her arms, laughing as the three siblings ran up to hug her, but all of them fell to the ground, a laughing mess as Charlie stood above them, shaking his head and chuckling. 

“This is why I told you lot to slow down,” he told them, helping Madeline up. The kids got up and hugged their mum properly this time. 

“Did you guys miss me coz I missed you bunch a lot,” Madeline said, kissing the children's heads.  

“Well, I can assure you, love, they definitely missed you,” Charlie chuckled as he picked up Drake and sat him on his shoulder, “drove me insane all DAY!”

“Mum, dad’s lying! He said he loved having fun with us!” Izzy complained, making Charlie clap his hand on his face as Madeline burst out laughing. 

“Well kids, looks like your dad’s changed loyalties,” she chuckled, picking up the girls in both of her arms, “who’s excited for bath time?” 

The kids squealed with excitement, scrambling out of their parents’ arms and running up the stairs, leaving Madeline and Charlie chuckling and shaking their heads. 

“There’s no doubt they’re our kids,” Charlie joked, snaking his arms around Madeline’s waist. 

“Hmm. There’s no doubt about that,” Madeline laughed. 

The couple smiled lovingly, looking into each other's eyes. Charlie pulled Madeline closer to him and kissed her lovingly. Madeline sighed into the kiss, feeling her body relax into Charlie’s embrace. As they pulled apart, Madeline kissed Charlie again, briefly, before putting her arms on his shoulder, smiling softly. 

“I missed you,” Charlie whispered lovingly. 

“Me too,” Madeline replied, smiling.

Just when they were leaning in for another kiss, Madeline stopped and turned around when she heard giggles. Charlie frowned and followed Madeline's gaze. They noticed little shadows near the base of the stairs. Charlie carefully tiptoed towards the end of the stairs, closely followed by Madeline. There they found the kids arguing and giggling amongst themselves in hushed whispers, to not get caught by their parents. 

Madeline and Charlie shook their heads for what seemed the hundredth time in the last hour or so. Madeline cleared her throat, grabbing the three kids’ attention. This caught their attention as they stopped their banter and turned their heads to see their parents standing at the base of the stairs, hands crossed on their chests. 

They were clearly not amused. 

“And what are three doing down here?” Charlie asked, quirking his brow, trying to keep a serious expression. 

“And as far as I remember, you three were supposed to be in the bathroom upstairs?” Madeline added. 

The children shared a mischievous look amongst themselves, before quickly running upstairs leaving Madeline and Charlie behind to follow them up, a laughing mess. The kids really took after them, didn't they?

—

After one long, never-ending time in the bath and dinner, where the kids almost upset the table with how excited they were to learn about the new dragon hatchling at Charlie’s reserve and the “mean wizard” Madeline had fought. Finally, the kids started to feel and look drowsy. And so Charlie and Madeline carried the kids up the stairs and tucked them in bed. 

Once they were sure that the little ones were actually asleep, they headed to their bedroom. 

"Charlie, I've been thinking…" Madeline said as she saw Charlie walk out of the shower, a towel tied around his waist. 

"Hmm?" Charlie hummed, busy drying his damp, red hair, with another towel.

"How about we go on a vacation?" 

"A vacation?" 

"I mean, it's been a while. And let's face it all of us are kinda getting bored at being cooped up in our daily routines," Madeline said, pulling aside the covers as Charlie sat down beside her and pressed a kiss to her lips.

"Honestly, I agree a nice weekend away at the beach sounds like heaven to me," Charlie fell back against the bed cover with a relaxed sigh, a smile on his face. 

"So it's the beach then?" Madeline asked, letting out a chuckle and laying down beside him. 

"I mean, do you want to spend your entire weekend in those freezing Scottish highlands," Charlie retorted. 

"Ok fine, you win. We're going to the beach," Charlie let out a quiet cheer just as Madeline turned off the bedside lamp with a smile, knowing that the upcoming weekend was going to be exciting.

—

It was safe to say that the three orionswan-Weasley siblings had gone bonkers when Madeline and Charlie broke the news that they would be spending the weekend at the beach. 

"Will we see uncle Bill ?!?!!!?!" Drake asked, squealing. 

"Sorry, sweetie he and aunt Fleur are away to France, so it's just us," Madeline said from the living room, where she was packing up a suitcase.

Drake's face fell a little and he fiddled with his food. Charlie noticed Drake's slightly grumpy face. Lowering his voice he said, "Don't worry kiddo when mum's busy we're gonna go on an adventure to find sea shells alright?" 

The mention of sea shells immediately excited the 6-year-old boy and his face light. Charlie high-fives Drake and he immediately gobble up his toast before trying to climb off the chair. 

"What's gotten you into a rush bud?" Madeline asked playfully as she helped him get off his chair. 

Drake wasn't interested in answering as he tried to wiggle himself out of Madeline's grip. Madeline chuckled ad let him go and the moment she did, Drake ran up the stairs at lightning speed. 

"Now what exactly did you tell him?" Madeline asked, tilting her head towards Charlie. 

Charlie had a guilty smile on his face. He shrugged and walked over to her and slung an arm around her shoulder bringing her closer to him. 

"Just got him a tad bit too excited for the trip," Charlie grinned. 

Before Madeline could say anything she heard calling them from upstairs. They looked up and saw Drake run down the stairs, grinning widely. He had a black wooden box in his hand and a red bandana around his head. Box made a rattling sound, possibly from the dozens of seashells delicately preserved in them. 

As he came down the stairs, he carefully placed aside the box of seashells, before putting his hands on his hips and puffing out his chest.

"To the beach!", he declared, making the entire family burst out laughing. 

Charlie laughing picked up his son and hoisted the little boy on his shoulder, making him giggle. 

"You all heard the little man! We have some shells to collect, family!" He declared, mirroring Drake's determined look. 

"To the beach then, " Madeline chuckled, as she picked up the suitcase and headed outside to their car. 

It was gonna be one heck of a beach weekend. 

#summer break challenge 2022 #summer prompts #hogwarts mystery #harry potter #hphm mc #madeline orionswan #wizarding world #fanfiction #hp fanfic #hphm au #charlie weasley

[v-thinks-on]

Holmes and I returned to the bakery which had brought us to this little town in the first place. Mrs. Watson was already waiting for us when we arrived, and she had been joined by Miss Jane Marple, one of Holmes’s young relations, who must have been near thirty at the time, if Holmes and I were nearing fifty.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Holmes, Dr. Watson,” Miss Marple said, “I suppose you’ve travelled from London for a change of pace, though I’ve found the pace of the countryside is not really so different from anywhere else.”

“So, you’ve made a study of it?” Holmes asked, rubbing his hands together in enthusiasm.

Mrs. Watson and I had exchanged terse greetings and now she remained behind Miss Marple, as I stayed a step behind Holmes.

“You could say that,” Miss Marple answered Holmes. “St. Mary Mead seems to me as though it might be a microcosm of the whole world. There is no human drama I have witnessed anywhere else that I have not happened upon in the village.”

“You must be very busy,” I remarked.

“No, I would not say more so than any other spinster.”

To my surprise, Mrs. Watson gave a little fond chuckle. “Yet you somehow talk to everyone and know all their gossip.”

Miss Marple shook her head. “There is no such thing as secrets in a village like St. Mary Mead.”

With some direction from Holmes, we all meandered into the bakery so that Holmes could replace Mrs. Watson’s waylaid pies.

“And some ginger snaps, if you please,” Holmes said to the baker with a wry glance at me.

“Holmes, you needn’t,” I insisted with a laugh.

“They are not for you, my dear fellow, but for Miss Marple.” Holmes said, taking the parcel from the baker and holding it out to her. “It is a unique flavour, pungent, yet sweet.”

“Thank you, Mr. Holmes,” Miss Marple said, accepting a biscuit from the parcel and taking a small bite. “While we all lived together, some of my cousins became very adventurous chefs, which didn’t always turn out so well, but there was one particularly successful batch of ginger snaps—after the first attempt nearly burned down the house. And, of course, all of my neighbours now in St. Mary Mead each has their own recipe, but these are excellent.”

Holmes then held out the parcel to Mrs. Watson who turned him away, as I knew she would. “Ginger is all very well in curries, but it doesn’t belong in a biscuit,” she said with some vehemence. “A biscuit should be sweet, not sharp.”

Holmes at last handed off the parcel of ginger snaps to me as he returned to the baker. “Some florentines, for the lady, if you please.”

Holmes gave the final parcel to Mrs. Watson, and then we all left the sweet, warm shop, to return to the cold winter air, with our pastries in hand to ease the way. I nibbled on my own sweet, sharp ginger biscuit, and Holmes snuck up behind me to take one for himself, and I offered the rest to Miss Marple.

“This is very generous of you, Mr. Holmes,” Mrs. Watson said, eating a biscuit of her own, as we went down the country lane, back toward the inn.

“It is I who owe you my gratitude for your generosity,” Holmes replied, and I felt the same.

#v writes #Sherlock Holmes #ACD Holmes #ACD Johnlock #John Watson #Mary Morstan #Miss Marple #December Calendar Challenge of Awesomeness #prompt: Mary has very strong feelings about ginger #this solidly puts it in the Designation: H AU #a follow up to the first chapter of last year's The Mysterious Mr. Holmes

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