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drarrily-we-row-along · 10 months
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Moon and Stars
“He doesn’t feel the same.”
Pansy rolled her eyes, “While we were all admiring the night sky, Potter couldn’t stop admiring you.”
“He wasn’t-”
“I was, actually,” a voice interrupted and Draco turned in surprise. “Go on a date with me?” Harry invited.
Pure joy. “I thought you’d never ask.”
Written for the @microficmay prompt: moon and stars (read more of my microfic may drarry fics)
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could you make a part 2 to print 10 with obey me plss 🥰
Coming right up hun <3
Satan
'I made you some tea since it's a little late for coffee, have you gotten anyw-' Satan froze mid-word, eyes going wide as he takes in the sight of MC curled up on his bed, swallowed by his sweater, thumbs hooked in the sleeves.
MC looked up at him, eyes big and clear, like a kitten in the dark, eyelashes fluttering as they took in the effect they were having on him.
All curled up in fluffy socks, nestled in a nest of pillows like a cat in winter, Satan can't help but smile, cheeks growing pink.
'Well, you coming?'
MC set their book aside, opened their arms, and threw in the pout for good measure. Before their eyes, the avatar of Wrath melted, settling in the bed to pull them into his chest and curl up tight, nuzzling into the warm skin of their neck.
'You shouldn't be allowed to be so adorable.' He growled into their neck, gripping them tight to his chest.
'What're you gonna do about it, huh?' MC challenged teasingly, tilting their head back, lips posed invitingly in a pout.
Satan sighed, sinking into the temptation of kissing those pouting lips, humming in delight when the human gripped his shoulders to pull themselves closer.
'You need to stop stealing my clothes, or I won't be responsible for what happens next.'
Asmodeus
'Ooooh! Baby look at you!'
MC startled in place, almost dropping the perfume bottle they'd been looking at when Asmo quite literally tackled them into a hug from behind, dipping his hands under the oversized jumper they'd pinched from his wardrobe.
Normally, a theft from his wardrobe would put the avatar of lust on a warpath, but for his sweetheart, Asmo's set aside an entire drawer of things that MC's allowed, and even encouraged to steal.
'I knew this one would suit you.' He chirped, eagerly rubbing his cheek against the human's. 'You look so comfy.'
MC giggled, allowing the demon to lavish them in attention, just this once. They knew what they were doing, any time they steal Asmo's clothes, they know he won't be letting them out of his sight any time soon.
Asmo kissed their cheek, admiring them in the mirror before taking out his phone to take a picture.
'Asmo, don't you dare post that!'
'I won't, promise. You know this kind of cuteness is all for me, sweetheart.' The avatar of lust churred, turning the human to face him, still holding his phone as he pressed their foreheads together, pecking the corner of their lips. 'I love it when you steal my clothes. You should do it more often.'
'Absolutely not.'
Beelzebub/Belphegour
Beel shuffled through the door with armloads of food, gingerly kicking it shut behind him before stopping in his tracks at the sight that greeted him.
Belphie and MC were curled up on his bed, MC swallowed by one of Beel's hoodies and Belphie's blanket spread over their legs, with the youngest himself resting his head in their lap with both arms wrapped around their waist.
'Are...were you two cold?' Beel wondered. He should be used to the little cuddle piles his twin creates with MC every time he turns around, but that never stops him from melting a little every time he walks into them looking so dang comfortable.
MC giggled, running their fingers through Belphie's hair. 'Nah, just cozy. Come on.'
At their urging, he spreads the food out over the bed and sets up the laptop for a movie, sliding in on the human's opposite side so they could lean against him.
Belphie sleepily shifts himself to be able to see the screen, shuffling up until he's resting on MC's shoulder, stretching to kiss their cheek.
'You look cute in Beel's stuff, it's so huge on you.'
Beel glanced down at the human in his hoodie, dwarfed by the warm fabric, and voice his thoughts allowed. 'You should wear the team jersey next time, you'd look cute.'
MC flushed under the praise, hiding their face in Beel's arm. 'Shush.'
Beel quietly kissed the crown of their head, letting his lips linger and take in the warm smell of their hair.
Belphie nested back against the human's thighs, this time on his back so he could gaze up at those beautiful eyes. 'You look good in our clothes, ya know?'
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kybercrystals94 · 6 months
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You Promised
By KyberCrystals94
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Whumptober 2023|Day 10|Prompt 10: “You promised you’d never leave.”
Rating: T
Words: 1409
Summary: Prequel to “I Miss You”, Fives goes to collect Echo’s effects from Kamino.
Kamino is always dark, always stormy, but as Fives walks past the yawning panes of glass overlooking the turmoil of waves against the gloaming night, he feels a kindred connection to its anguish. This is his first time on Kamino without Echo.
It’s been weeks since his death, and Fives is about sick of the questions, the looks, the reassuring squeezes of hands on his shoulder. Because not a single word, expression or touch will bring Echo back. Empty condolences are useless. He doesn’t need to be coddled or sympathized with. Fives is as strong and capable as the best of them.
And yet, he’s never experienced life without Echo until now, and the resounding emptiness of his absence burns with the intensity of a blaster bolt right through the heart.
When Rex suggested that Fives be put on a troops transport assignment to Kamino, the ARC leapt at the chance. He’d been quietly looking for any excuse or reason to return to his home planet to collect Echo’s personal effects; however, outright asking would mean admitting…something. That he was weak? Devastated? Heart broken? Clones are supposed to withstand the stresses of warfare, to have unbreakable resolve in the face of death, no matter whose death it was. It is literally bred and cultivated into their DNA. Maybe the Kaminoans aren’t as smart as they think they are…and maybe clones can’t be programmed because they are actual human beings.
Fives shoves away the wandering thoughts, focusing on navigating the halls to their barracks. He thanks the force that most of the troopers assigned to this barracks are off-world, and he’ll have the space mostly to himself. Activating the lock, he wastes no time making his way to his and Echo’s bunk cell. He goes to the storage shelf and pulls down the box with Echo’s CT number. Clean, cold letters.
Fives sits down on what used to be Echo’s bed and opens the box. He isn’t surprised that it is nearly empty. Practical and by-the-book Echo didn’t find much use for sentimental trinkets or useless collections. Which means the things he did keep are — were — invaluable to him. Inside is his graduation medal, his cadet data pad with all the manuals he’d memorized still downloaded, and the deck of cards he had stolen after the rest of the squad had teased him relentlessly for being boring.
Fives remembers when Echo came into the barracks that night. It looked like the kid had murdered someone by the look on his face, awash with guilt and a sheen of nervous sweat.
Echo grabbed Fives’ arm and practically dragged him over to the bunk.
“Who’s boring now, huh?” he whispered, the tremor in his voice betraying the bravado of the words. Echo shoved the deck of cards into Fives’ hands. “I took these off a trooper outside the rec hall.”
“You mean you stole them,” Fives clarified.
Echo frowned. “He wasn’t even supposed to have them. I think he stole them.”
“So, what, that cancels out the fact that you stole them from him?” Fives asked, trying so hard not to smile. It made his whole face hurt suppressing that stupid grin. “What’s the regulation against that, huh?”
Echo looked like he was actually about to answer him when the rest of Domino Squad appeared.
“What are those!” Droidbait crowed, snatching them out of Fives’ hand.
Echo protested indignantly, “Those are mine!”
“Yeah, but you can’t play sabaac by yourself, di’kut,” came Hevy, lightly smacking Echo on the back of the head.
Echo ducked away and tried to get the cards back from Droidbait who immediately tossed them to Cutup. “Hey, give ‘em back!”
“Is there nothing in the manuals about sharing?” Cutup laughed and went to toss the deck back to Droidbait when Fives intercepted.
“I’ll take those,” Fives said, giving Cutup an extra shove for good measure. He handed the deck back to Echo with a wink. “Fine. I guess you’re not so boring after all.”
Fives opens the tin and begins to lay out the cards, chuckling over the matching folds. That was the day he’d decided he never wanted to be on Echo’s bad side. Cutup had barely survived the verbal lashing he’d gotten for damaging Echo’s prized possession just to cheat at a game he was kark at anyway.
The cards are soft and almost pliable, worthless by any sort of functional standard. Shuffling had become too difficult, and they’d resorted to sifting them manually, which in turn led to arguments about stacking the deck, which – depending on the dealer – was often true. After the Risha Moon Outpost, Echo had become even more protective of the deck, grudgingly allowing Fives to use them occasionally. Ironically, it was Echo that caused further damage by dropping a card in his cup of caf one morning.
Fives bit back the laughter that bubbled up, the compulsive need to make a sarcastic comment at his brother’s expense almost overwhelming. But desire was snuffed out the moment he saw Echo’s face as he held the dripping card gingerly between his thumb and index finger.
The man’s eyes had misted over, and if he weren’t a war-hardened ARC trooper, he might have burst into tears.
“Here,” Fives said, taking the card carefully. He laid it flat on the table and patted it dry with his sleeve. “Just a little stained. We could stain the rest of them, and we’d be none the wiser.”
Echo swallowed and blinked. Hard. Fives pretended he didn’t notice. “No. I think I’ll just put this deck away. I can get a new one next time we’re in town.”
Fives picks up the offending card. Even months later, it has the faint smell of caff. “Why’d you have to go be a hero?” Fives asks. “Turns out we didn’t even need that kriffing shuttle.”
Echo doesn’t answer. Echo will never answer him again.
Fives glares at the card, refuses to acknowledge the burning sensation behind his eyes. “You said you’d never leave,” Fives growls to the void where Echo’s presence used to be. “You promised.”
After Rishi Moon, the first time they’d lost brothers, the first time the war was more than just a distant promise of action, they had sat in this room, on this bunk, and Echo tried to comfort Fives from the depths of his own mourning.
“We’re next, aren’t we?” Fives had asked, voice still hitching on exhausted sobs. “What if you die, Echo? I don’t want to be alone.”
Echo is quiet for a moment, an arm wrapped around Fives’ shoulders. “You won’t get rid of me that easy, vod,” he whispers.
“Don’t you dare make promises you can’t keep,” Fives insisted.
“I’ll keep this one,” Echo said.
Like a fool, he’d sounded like he meant it. And in the same foolish vein, Fives had believed him.
Another memory approaches uninvited. Just before they’d become ARC troopers, before the Battle of Kamino, Echo had been driving Fives absolutely crazy, following him around reciting regulations and protocols.
“Force, Echo! Sometimes I wish we’d been assigned to different units,” Fives groused irritably.
Echo smiled, unperturbed. “Give it a day, and you’d miss me.”
Fives stares at the caff stained card. What he’d give to have the culprit back, to hear another recitation of another reg manual, to goad Echo into participating in another inappropriate prank.
Fives stands abruptly and snatches his own box off the shelf. Unlike Echo’s, it is crammed past capacity with whatever junk Fives found remotely interesting. He digs through it until he finds the ink pen Echo said he’d never use because they never use paper. Gripping the pen in his hand, ignoring the way it shakes, he presses the tip into the stained card’s backing and writes: I miss you.
“There,” Fives says out loud, anger disguising grief. “Are you happy? You were right. I would miss you. I do miss you. You didn’t have to go and prove it to me, you kriffing idiot.”
He throws the pen in his box, shoves it back in its slot. He turns to Echo’s bunk, his meager belongings strewn across a regulation blanket that Echo will never use again. He gathers them up, puts the cards and the medal in his pocket, and clips the data pad to his belt.
He tries to leave the memories behind, but they trail after him like echoes of lost voices against cold, empty walls.
END
Author’s Note: I didn’t intend to write a sequel (prequel) to I Miss You, but inspiration struck and refused to be ignored…so here we are, and here it is! **There’s a little hidden Easter Egg somewhere in this post (and on my post on Ao3), so I’m excited to see if anyone finds it!
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promptsbytaurie · 5 months
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prompt #10
"They steal your freedom and dole it back to you like a child receiving rations, and you still say you're lucky?"
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annkthatcher · 4 months
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Whumpcember Prompt 10: Freezing (Keir)
(Cannon story event)(please repub/repost/but do not steal)
CW: Possibly uncomfortable depictions of body morphing/zombification, self-harm, suicidal ideations.
It’s so cold. My clothes are shredded. I can’t get enough heat. My body is so stiff. It’s so heavy. I can’t see to get myself back. And I hurt. I hurt so fucking badly. Snowflakes fall against my searing flesh. It should be comforting, shouldn’t it? It should help with the pain. But the cold doesn’t stop. It’s like all the nerves in my skin are dead. Like they can only alight with agony and the blistering cold. Was Empyrean ever this cold?
I shiver. Why does it ache so terribly if I’m dying? Am I dying? I drag myself against the stone, teeth gnashing as the bitter cold gnaws down to my bones. There is nothing but the ruin to break the gust of frost crackling over my skin.
Little goddess. Don’t delay. Come swiftly to take off my head.
I would laugh. But my skin feels disgustingly chapped. Peeling like it would slough off of my bones. My teeth chatter. A strike of pain each time they hit against each other. Little transformations. Claws stretching. Teeth elongating. Bones cracking along my spine. More skin, exposed to the bone deep chill. My bare feet stretch, sticking to the cold ground. I hear the sizzle as the cold hits the warmth of my flesh. And yet I’m still fucking cold.
A gust pushes me off balance and I cry out. It sounds less of a scream. It sounds like the baleful cries of a dying animal. My mask tumbles from my face. I climb. Further, further. I need shelter.
Please, goddess. Help me.
I can just see the entryway of the sanctuary. And finally, its so warm. So warm.
My new, horrific body looms over the crumbling benches. I collapse in a heap. Snow falls over me through a crack in the ceiling.
Please. Please.
I curl as tightly as I can. In a small ball. Like a child. Shivering. Too weak to move. Scratching down my chest. It hurts. It hurts.
And then, her voice, sweet and ringing.
“Keir?”
@whumpcember
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eggienobeggy · 1 year
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Prompt 10: Somnophilia
I have 52 prompts for 52 kinks I will be writing for James Sunderland to expand the page a bit. Some will be short some may be long, some may even have James or the reader as the receiving end of the kink. All I know is that most of these James is the sub.
 James Sunderland x fem!reader, NSFW with consent given as it should be.
"You what?" James felt as if he was slapped in the face with a fish.
 "I said I'd always wanted to try Somnophilia, I want you to fuck me in my sleep...Is that too uncomfortable for you James?" She said carefully seeing the flushed look on his face.
"W-well I...It's just very surprising, that's all. If you want to try it I won't refuse."
 The delight in her eyes melted away the male's anxiousness towards the concept as she hugged him close and smothered him in affection.
 It was already a week since they had discussed the topic, and James was lounging in their shared apartment. Reading a book about a magical monster hunter he got quite a chuckle out of it and stood up to find his beloved, walking into their bedroom he found her spooning his pillow wearing nothing but one of his old shirts. The sight alone was beautiful, every curve on display for his eyes alone.
 His face began to flush as his eyes traveled down between her legs, moving closer and touching her thigh. Looking away his throat felt tight and only then did he spot the bottle of over-the-counter melatonin and a condom propped up against it. Nodding to himself he shrugged off his coat and set it down on a nearby chair and sat down, it felt wrong to use her while she was sleeping though her display showed her intent on receiving.
He couldn't deny the hardening bulge in his pants as he stripped himself of the rest of his clothes and stood up again, she had barely shifted in her sleep and so he cupped his hand under her stomach and instinctively she followed his direction to lay on her back, her hand still gripping the pillow while the shirt rode up and bunched up under her breasts. His breathing became heavy as he traces light kisses down her skin, watching her hum and writhe yet never wake up. His trail ends just above her aching cunt in which he delicately pushed her legs apart revealing his prize, he swallowed hard as he was entranced by the sight before he pulled back and covered his face.
 He couldn't possibly do this! She looked like an angel, wet and dripping, exposed and vulnerable for him alone, it would be horrible of him to do this to his beloved. Why was his cock throbbing at the thought of taking her as she was now? Tentatively he slipped his middle finger up her cunt collecting the essence and watching his beloved shudder, panting with near-watery eyes he lapped it up hungrily before delving in to lick her bare cunt, his head in a spin. The taste was so sweet it must have been a spell, a moan leaving him before he latched onto her clit to earn more of her lust. His eyes shut as his greedy fingers plunged into her to pleasure her further as he continued to suck and lick her throbbing bud.
 James couldn't feast for long as he needed to be inside her himself, reluctantly pulling back he could see how flushed and needy he made his angel and refused to deny her any longer. Pulling her legs around his waist he slowly enters he and groaned at the relief he felt, he had a cent of worry as to why his lover hadn't awoken but his cock spoke louder after a single thrust had caused her to moan in her sleep, he was unable to stop himself.
 Quick to gain speed he began to pound into her pussy while groaning freely, a harsh grip on her hips he mumbled into the air about how incredible her walls felt, how tight and perfect it hugged his cock, his mind melted into lust and desire he finally woke her. Her eyes fluttered open as he shot his load inside, the condom left unopened on the table. She mewled at the feeling of being filled as she watched James's drooling expression, she clenched and began to milk his cock as he gasped and looked down. A smile smeared across his face as he leaned down to bring them into a sloppy kiss, the two broke away panting as James began to thrust again, huffing into the crook of her neck,
 "You feel even better away, fuck you're so good~"
 "mmgh~ Someone forgot a condom, what exactly are you planning hm?" She hums kissing the shell of his ear and earning a slight whine, his thrusts becoming more erratic at the implication. A light laugh fills the air between the shared moans as she met his thrusts the best she could until her stomach knotted with her oncoming orgasm. She began to egg him on, praising him as he lifted her leg to reach deeper inside he nodded at her words, his cock twitching within her until they both came around the same time.
 His body was seemingly buzzing as he pulled out and lay alongside her, she lets out another laugh as she grazes her fingertips down his back watching him shudder in response. Her hand slides up to his hair as she gently scratched his scalp,
 After a moment she whispers into his ear, "Wanna try it yourself?"
 "Huh?"
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cadrenebula · 7 months
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Prompt #10: One More Light
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Kino halted his steps as he looked to where Alfa sat with a look the viera was all too familiar with. It was that look Alfa always had after the curse had taken hold. The killing wasn't what bothered Alfa so much as the loss of control to the point he couldn't tell friend from foe. The aftermath was always this look that Alfa wished he could disappear from this world. As if the people he cared about might be safer without him.
Slowly, Kino walked up to Alfa. Giving him time to register the viera's presence before he knelt down in front of his precious friend. Watching Alfa's haunted look for a moment before reaching out to gently take Alfa's hands in his own. Thumb rubbing over the back of Alfa's hand.
"Hush those demons." Kino said softly. "In a sky of a million stars, we care that you are here. Do not allow those demons to tell you otherwise. I stand beside you with eyes wide open of the dangers. But you know what? I trust you not to hurt me. Because even if those demons plague you, you are stronger than they. You're angry and you should be. It's not fair that you suffer. But I promised you I wouldn't walk away. And I intend to keep that promise." Moving one hand to Alfa's cheek tenderly. Giving the man a small smile. "I care if this world loses one more light. Especially if it is your light."
Kino had to resist the urge to cry out in surprise when Alfa yanked him close. Allowing his friend to hug him tightly as he rested his head against Alfa's shoulder. "It's okay to afraid but don't let it devour you."
"I'm so sorry, Kino. Thank you for always being here for me." Alfa answered with a hoarse voice as he held his best friend tightly, hiding his face against them. Glad for the safety and comfort the viera always seemed ready to offer after the mayhem of the curse was over for the time being.
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thedarknesssings · 7 months
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Prompt 10: Haunted
Prompt 10: Free Write - FFXIV Write 2023 Characters: Smoke; with mention of Howl @zoetic-tome , Fane @templemoth , and Ersi @pocket-panda.   Content Warning:  NSFW; masturbation, and reference to sexual assault.
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Smoke watched the stone door slide into place behind him. From the moment he left Purgatory, he could’ve sworn he wasn’t alone. Call it professional instinct. Not that he caught sight of whoever was on his trail. 
The mid-morning sun warmed his face when he made his way through the crowds of Ishgard. A quietness clung to the freshly whitened countryside beyond the Gate. The overnight blizzard that trapped him in a bunk a couple fulms away from Howl left the day crisp and bright. 
Howl.  Fane had been quick to pick up his anxiety, then again Smoke wasn’t good at subtle when his emotions were engaged.  Not in that way either. He liked Howl normally; he was an exceptionally good tracker. He wasn’t bad on the eyes either, bit wild and dangerous. Just the sort to attract someone like Smoke. 
He was absolutely not crushing on him.  In any way. Whatever flirtation Smoke might have once considered was now safely blanketed under a healthy fear of the man. Hells, the bruises were still fading from his skin. 
Now that he was secure in his own space, that haunted feeling lurking in the back of his mind should've eased.  His hand ran over the door, ensuring it was firmly closed. In the darkness of the old gelmorran tunnels these entrances were nearly invisible. 
Smoke blew out a breath and dropped his things on the desk, skirting around the small pond.  Above was the only opening in his ceiling, a crack in the woodlands that cast sunlight, air, and rain down into the cavern.  Sometimes small critters, not that he minded too much.
The leather hugging his form was promptly peeled off, pants and boots stuffed into the wardrobe set into the stone wall.  His coat and shirt followed, along with the fur cloak he wore when in Ishgard.  Place was too fucking cold without that layer.  The feel of warm bath water was a balm to his skin and muscles, easing him into relaxing for the first time in almost two days.  
Howl didn’t know this place.  No one in The Ring knew this place, and he had every desire to keep it that way.  Tomorrow he’d worry about how to keep some respectable distance between himself and Howl.  They’d still have to work together, and he wasn’t going to be at his prime if he had to watch out for where that man was putting his paws.  No way in all the hells was Smoke going to let Ersi out-shoot him.
A soft smile graced his lips, letting his thoughts turn to the pretty viera with the technical skills to make his spy gadget dreams come true.  Twelve, now there was a man he wanted to get his hands on.  Smoke slunk down in the water more, cushioning his head on the side of the tub.  His eyes slipped closed.  A hand drifted down the smooth plain of his stomach.  The heat of the bath and the lack of sleep last night dragged him down into the pleasant sensations.
The warm thoughts of the viera were shadowed.  Wild eyes watched him from the dark places in his mind.  The hand stroking him was no longer his own, but a larger one with claws that could easily bleed him.  The sting of a predator’s teeth sinking into his shoulder jerked him fully awake with a cry.  His body jerked again, a soft puff of breath escaping him as he realized the heat spilling across his hand wasn’t just the cooling bath water anymore.
“Fuck.”  Smoke sat up, washing away the evidence with a few more coarse words.  His shoulder ached, but he ignored it in favour of hauling himself out of the tub.  How long was this going to haunt him?  
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Mead Moons prompt: Herbs
Does foodie Derek try to figure out the secret blend of herbs and spices in the amazing meals that Stiles serves up at his 5-star food cart? Or does the gruff Alpha pretend to be a coffee guy, but Stiles finds out that he really prefers soothing herbal teas?
Does Emissary Stiles have to track down some rare medicinal plants with Derek in order to save his father’s life? Or does he come across a strain of weed that will actually get the stressed out sourwolf to chill out and have a good time?
Do they go for an early evening stroll in a field of lavender? Or is it a Medieval AU where Derek sells herbs and olives and Stiles sells bread at the local market and they end up making some beautiful focaccia together? 
Cook up a story or two!
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chocoblep · 7 months
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#10: Skipping Stones
They want to see the real you, he’d said. So stop wearing a mask and show them your true face.
Yeah, because that’s worked so well for me in the past.
Kismet sat on a large rock in front of the home he shared with Anzhi and Shev, his feet dangling over its side. The surf lapped at the rock and his toes, cool in comparison to La Noscea’s early autumn air… Which was, lest anyone wonder, still hot. He had a small pile of flat rocks he’d gathered from along the beach, and now, as he lost himself to his melancholy thoughts, he threw them into the gentle waves, watching some of them skip and some of them plunk right into the water as they hit it at the wrong angle.
He couldn’t be himself. People said they wanted that, but they didn’t. If he was himself, he was too dramatic, too emotional. He took everything the wrong way. If he was himself, he tried to seize something good for himself and lost the other things he loved. If he was himself, anxiety ate at him until there was little left but his haunts and his insecurities.
You’re not good enough for them.
One skip.
You’re always a second choice. 
Two skips.
You don’t even get a choice most of the time; they will do that for you. Ghost you. Get wrapped up in another person. Cast you out. Leave you to wonder what you did wrong, or if you did anything wrong at all. 
The stone, swallowed immediately by a wave.
You also don’t get a second chance. Mess up once, and you’re done. Fail to tell them what you want the first time, and you will not get the chance again. 
Two skips.
Never point out the things that hurt you, because you’re the only bad guy here. 
Three skips.
You’re not important enough to defend. Not important enough to keep. Not important enough to fight for, to try for.
He’d run out of stones to toss, and he leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees. Ah, but what was the solution here? If he put the mask on, people thought him insincere. Genuine compliments and suggestions, brushed aside like so many false words.
He’d needed the promise of forever. He’d reached for it, and lost the chance at happiness elsewhere, too. He’d bared himself to others, only to be told how he felt, how he should feel, and made into the villain in another’s story. Hells, he practically had a restraining order against him because far be it from him to be able to interact with anyone and not hurt them.
His other partner was just as disappointed in him, and it was only a matter of time, despite what he’d said, before he left Kismet behind, too. 
Maybe I should just… Let the big man beat me until there is nothing left. Provoke him into doing it. It’d be a mercy compared to this; slowly suffering into insignificance with the people I’ve come to love.
“Starlight! There you are!”
Jumping slightly, Kismet turned to see a tanned, blonde-haired Viera headed toward him across the sand, barefoot and smiling. Before he could stop himself, the mask rose to take its rightful place, and he gave Anzhi a bright smile in return. He needed to be okay right now, for the one person who would keep that promise.
Because the alternative was falling apart.
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kidge-planet · 7 months
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Number 10 for the Kidge Meme ask! 🌿🔥
Hi anon!!
So, the prompt 10: Who's more likely to comfort the other during tough times?
They obviously both do BUT, in their own way !
So let’s do Pidge to Keith first :
for exemple, Keith often feels off for multiple reasons ( He worries to much, he feels like he is a bad leader for the Blade or obviously, he feels bad whenever the date of his father’s death comes) Pidge would be having his back. She works a lot, but, when she sees that he is not ok, she would try to work less and to be with him more than usual, ( she knows that Keith doesn’t like it when she works too much. She also knows that the fact that she takes a break to just cuddle with him makes him happy)
She would just settle in the couch with him and cuddle, letting him nestle in her chest while she passes her hands on his back or through his hair.
She then would talk to him and be reassuring. Telling him that he is not doing anything wrong. The way she reassures him depends on why he feels bad.
Like when he feels bad about the Blade, she would remind him what a good leader he was for Voltron.
Keith would trust her and it'll help him to feel better.
He would also have a lot of nightmares during rough times, especially about his father. Pidge would wake up and and confort him with a thousand kisses and reassuring words with cuddles.
Now Keith to Pidge:
She would often feel bad because she feels like she can't reach her goals OR, as previously said in another headcanon, Pidge feels bad about about her appearance.
Keith isn't good with feelings but I does his best: If she feels like she wont achive her goals, he would remind her every times she did amazing things and that he was sure she would do it.
Then, when she feels bad about her appearance, GOSH, Keith would feel hurt and pissed because she is the prettiest to him. She CAN'T tell him such a lie.
He would grab her, look at her in the eyes and tell her that she is wrong. Finally, he would end up telling her every single things that he loves about her while letting kisses on her face. That'll make her giggle softly and she would at some point fall asleep in his arms, feeling better.
He would be more into physical affection, in general... But, after years of being with her, he became better with words.
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Here we go with prompt number ten! Can't wait to see what you've got 💜
prompt #10:
❄️ Apologies ❄️
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Faerûnian Writing Challenge: Day 10
Prompt: A tearful, hard kiss before battle.
This one is so freaking soppy and self-indulgent but what the heck.
"Look at me."
Astarion does, albeit reluctantly. He swears he can almost feel his dead heart racing.
Down the steps. Across the chasm. Cazador is waiting. Ready.
And so is unfathomable power.
But in front of him, there is Yizekah. She smiles. Her helltouched irises are faintly luminescent in the green-lit dungeon. Her skin, normally a lovely ruddy copper, is washed out to a sickly blue. When she reaches up and holds his cheek in her palm, however, the warmth is as perfect as ever.
The others have stepped back, he recognizes faintly. Good. This isn't for them. He closes his eyes, breathes in her scent, listens to the beat, beat, beat of the heart that, somehow, is his as well.
"Whatever we find in there," she says, softly, too soft even for the room's echo to catch, "It does not change this." She kisses him on the crest of his cheekbones. "Whatever you choose, I will love you."
His closed eyes are burning, but he cocks a half-smile, anyway. "But...?"
She sighs, slightly, but he can hear the smile in her voice as she replies. "But you are enough, just as you are, Starry. We are enough." He feels her breath tickle his lips as she leans in. "This power is not worth your soul."
Part of him protests, gives the same excuse he's been giving all evening--this is for you, I just want us to be safe, don't you know what it's like to be under someone's thumb, to be beholden to the will of a madman--
But she does know. She knows what it is to not trust her own body. She had paid the price for seeking power, herself, with her mind, her body, her soul, and fought the gods themselves to reclaim them.
"I don't want to be afraid anymore," he whispers. Tears push through the seal of his eyelids, but she catches them, wipes them away before anyone else can see.
"I know," she replies. "Just promise me you will think about it, will you?"
He owes her that much. He nods, once, and opens his eyes. Her face is blurry, but he's spent enough time staring at it over the past few weeks to know she wears a gentle smile. His smile. The one that she saves just for him.
"You are so precious to me," she says.
That does it. She has always been so careful with him, asking before she kisses him, backing off when she senses the slightest discomfort, constantly checking on him, giving that little tilt of the head that means Are you okay?
He is not so careful now. He kisses her, deep and hard, clutching her wonderful, warm body to his own. She stiffens in surprise for a moment--it almost sends a bolt of terror through him--but then she is kissing back, melting into his hold, every curve of her body molding to his form. She throws her arms around his neck and pulls him in deeper. For the first time in more than a century, something stirs in him. More than arousal, more than desire--something deeper, something that wants to be hers as much as she is his--
A conspicuous cough startles the both of them, and Yizekah pulls back, looking sheepish. "Sorry," she says to Karlach, who stands in the corner with her arms folded. Gale looks like he is wishing he were anywhere else in Toril.
"We'll have time later, yeah?" Karlach says. "C'mon, I want to smash some undead brains in."
Yizekah releases Astarion, settling back onto her heels. "Sounds good to me. You ready, Starry Sky?"
"Alright," he grins, fangs and all. "Let's go kill this bastard."
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Sicktember #10
Prompt: “The only place we’re going is to the pharmacy.”
Fandom/OCs: CottageVersity OCs (JB and Thalia)
Words: 1910
Sicknario inspo: People who don’t do physical contact from this post and being sick in a vehicle from this post.
Author’s comments/background: Ah my darling Tenbushes. This was the fic I was most looking forward to writing this year. Some of you may have noticed that within the 6, there are three pairs (other than the obvious couples) that are closer friends than with the others. Theo and Padma, Audra and Thad, and JB and Thalia are the “bestie” pairings and I hope to explore these more in the future. This fic is the explanation of how the JB/Thalia pairing came to be, since their temperaments are basically opposite in many ways. But that fact in itself is part of the explanation I suppose. Anyway, these two are super cute and very fond of each other so have a little fic about that, which was an absolute treat to write. 
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Thalia was sick, and JB was pretty sure he was the only one who knew. He felt sorry for her… the timing was terrible, so it was only natural that she was hiding it–blaming her coughing and sniffling on allergies, covering her pale face and hollow eyes with makeup and carrying or wearing a sweater everywhere to keep away the chills. 
Thalia had just graduated university, along with two of her first cousins, Miriam and Jeremiah. The three of them had been born in three consecutive months in the same year, attended the same elementary and middle school, and were inseparable as kids. They remained very close through the years, though they had gone to different high schools and universities.
 Ever since middle school, the three cousins had been planning and saving for a celebratory trip after their college graduations. They wanted a grand tour of the Midwest to visit their favorite tourist and vacation spots, with Kalahari and Cedar Point in Ohio and a weekend in Chicago as the high points. The kids had done well in University, all graduating with honors, so their families had been happy to help make their dreams come true, though in fact the graduates had saved up the majority of the money on their own. The last week of June was booked for their travels, and they had begged Thad and JB to be their chaperones. The elder cousins had agreed, and in fact were honored to have been asked. The pair in turn goaded Audra into joining them to even out the numbers, and with much eye-rolling, she agreed. 
Everything went off without a hitch, and in short it was a wonderful week. In fact, it was everything the cousins had hoped for, as they said more than once. Except now, JB thought to himself, Thalia would have this negative memory of an unfortunate illness on top of the positive ones.
He was thankful for her sake that it was the last night of the trip. She was flagging more and more each day, and really needed at least a day in bed, out of the sun and away from the booze. But the schedule the threesome had been devising for years did not allow for such indulgence, and of course stubborn Thalia would never admit to such weakness, so she had been plugging along as if nothing was wrong. Whatever bug she'd caught would have likely been a simple summer cold if she hadn't been pushing her body to the limit with the rest of them for days. JB was certain from her eyes that she had a fever now, and the careful way she'd been moving recently indicated that it was an achy one. He hadn't said anything, though, knowing that would be the last thing she would want.
It was no wonder she'd willingly taken the back seat of the minivan (a loan from Jeremiah's family) for this last long leg of driving to their final hotel. In the back, she could huddle up in misery without attracting attention. JB knew he would want the same, were he in her shoes. Tonight Audra was at the wheel with Thad in the passenger seat, since he got carsick if he was too far back. Jeremiah and Miriam had claimed the middle chairs to finish a movie they'd been watching together on Miriam's laptop. That left JB and Thalia all the way in the back for the five hour stint.
Thalia had attempted to sleep at first, and he'd left her alone, trying to find a way to position his long legs that wasn't uncomfortable in the cramped quarters as he read his Kindle. Thalia was restless, though, and didn't sleep long. At first she had bunched herself against the window with her legs tucked up, but after less than an hour she woke and shifted to more of a reclining position with her head tilted back and legs stretched out. After that, she turned fully sideways with her legs up on the seat. Then, she turned again to lean forward all the way and rest her head on her hands, which were supported by her knees. The whole time she was hunched tightly into herself, her arms wrapped in a constant hug, and he could feel her shivering even in her sweater. Without a word, he slipped off his own jacket and held it out to her. She hesitated, but took it with a grateful look after a moment, covering herself as she tried to get comfortable yet again.
His heart broke for her as he watched her rotate through variations of these positions again, now with his jacket over her arms and torso, though it didn't seem to be doing her much good. Finally he could bear it no more. He nudged her foot with his to get her attention. 
“Hey, you should lean on me for a bit. You might be more comfortable.”
He expected her to refuse, or at least pause and consider it, but she immediately slumped over so her head was in his lap without a word of protest, as if she’d been waiting for such permission to be given. He froze briefly, taken aback. He and Thalia didn’t DO physical contact– with others and especially with each other, not really. Her willingness could only speak to how miserable she must have been. Recovering, he quickly covered her with his jacket again as she tucked her legs up onto the seat. His hand found its way to her back rubbing up and down as he tried to to warm her and help her relax. 
“Are you doing okay?” JB asked softly. “I can tell you haven’t been feeling well for a while now.”
“I’m okay,” she mumbled. “Mostly just tired. Ready to be home.”
“I’m sorry your trip has to end this way.”
She made a strange motion, which he belatedly realized was a shrug. “It was fun while it lasted.”
He was sure her throat hurt, at least it sounded like it did, so he was going to leave her be, but she seemed to be in the mood to talk. She continued in a low voice, too low for anyone else in the van to hear: 
“I can’t believe I’m done with school. It’s a weird feeling. And I’m already doing my "grownup" job, I have been for a few months. So it’s all kinda anti-climactic.”
“You should be proud of yourself. You did well in school and you're off to a great start in your career.”
“All at the ripe young age of twenty-two.” He wasn’t sure why her tone was sarcastic, almost derogatory. She paused, then continued: “You and Thad were twenty-two when I met you for the first time.”
JB nodded. He remembered. He’d been thinking about that time in his life quite a bit this week, being around these kids. Graduation from university was a weird, memorable time. Figuring out careers, housing, life partners. He had gone on to graduate school and was already with a long-term partner, so he had it easier than most. Still, he’d never forget meeting Thad’s family for the first time the summer after they both graduated with their BBA. The anxiety, the formality. Thalia was only a pre-teen then, still all elbows and knees as a scrawny twelve year old. A tomboy, always running around with the boys in the neighborhood, always wanting to be away from her parents even then. He would never forget the flash of fear in her eyes when she was introduced to him for the first time. He was used to that, of course. As large as he was, he intimidated most people when they first met him. This was his boyfriend’s little sister, though, and he hated the idea that he scared her. 
The fear didn’t last long, thankfully. Thalia warmed to him quickly, at least for a middle-schooler. JB was her opposite even back then, reserved where she was exuberant, serious where she was silly. Yet he sensed that she felt relaxed around him. Perhaps around him, she didn’t feel the need to be “on” all the time. That’s what he hoped was the case, anyway. 
“I wonder if I’ll ever meet my person. Like you and Thad have,” Thalia said, barely audible. 
So that’s what was bothering her. It was understandable, really. Miriam and Jeremiah had their “people”. Miriam was engaged, Jeremiah soon to be so. It was only natural that Thalia was feeling left out and probably lonely. 
“Of course you’ll find your person. You are so driven that I have no doubt you’ll achieve whatever you set your mind to, including love.”
“I didn't think love worked that way.”
“Who says it doesn’t? I fully believe if you want something badly enough and are prepared to receive it, the universe or karma or whatever will provide.”
“I thought you were an atheist.”
“I don’t have to believe in any holy being to believe in the power of magnetism. And you have that in spades, hon. If you want love, you’ll find love. Of that I have no doubt.”
“Thanks, JB. I needed to hear that." A pause, then: "I’m glad you’re my brother. I like you better than my actual brothers most of the time.”
He couldn’t help but chuckle. She was sleepy and feverish (he was starting to sweat just from her touching him), and he knew he’d probably never hear her speak this way again, but it was sweet to hear regardless, because he knew she was speaking from her heart, without the usual screen of sarcasm. 
“Well I’m honored to be your brother. You’re the best sister I could have ever hoped to have.”
A thought occurred to him, and before she could fall asleep, he nudged her to sit up and handed her an unopened bottle of water from beside him. She rolled her eyes but drank a good amount before leaning against him again with a huge yawn, this time with her side pressed against his and her head on his shoulder. He wrapped an arm around her and hugged her against himself since he still felt her shivering. 
He really thought she fell asleep after that, but once again she startled him by speaking up a few minutes later:
“The hotel we’re going to has a really great bookstore across the street. That’s why I picked it. Do you think we’ll have time to go browse before we check in?”
“The only place we’re going is to the pharmacy. You need something for that fever. If you’re feeling better tomorrow, then maybe we can talk. Besides, it’ll probably be closed by the time we get there.”
“Not if we go BEFORE we check in, like I said.”
“We’ll see. But pharmacy first.”
Thalia sighed, then nodded. “It’s a deal. As long as you don’t tell them what we’re stopping for.”
“If anyone asks, I’ll tell them I need a laxative. That’ll head off any awkward questions.”
“...do you need a laxative?” 
“None of your business. No awkward questions, remember?”
She laughed. “Thanks, JB. You really are the best.”
“You too, kid.”
Minutes later she was dead weight against him, fast asleep, trusting him. He kept his arm around her until they stopped again, knowing that that was what both of them needed.
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waltjesseprompts · 1 year
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Au where Jesse got killed in Ozymandias and Walt stays with him until he realises what he's done
Prompt 10
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friday march 24, 1989
Multiple Shrike Heights residents have reported suspicious sightings in Shrike Town Center throughout the last week. Authorities were alerted of a mysterious and erratic figure lurking around the library late Monday evening, and again in the early hours of Tuesday morning. No damage or evidence of misconduct was found at the scene, though authorities remained vigilant throughout the week to ensure the safety of all residents. On Wednesday evening, the same description was given when authorities were alerted of the figure lurking around Willow Bridge, and again in Town Square on Thursday night and Friday morning. While authorities are still not able to find evidence that suggests the figure is responsible for anything sinister, they wish to issue a warning to all Shrike Heights residents. It is suggested that all residents stay inside after dark when able to, and for everybody to keep their doors and windows locked securely. Authorities also encourage residents to call the local police station to report any additional sightings or any other strange and suspicious behavior sighted. 
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