#prompt 823

[stealingyourbones]

Short DPXDC Prompts #823

Jazz first ran into Jason outside the library. Jazz was too busy on her phone and tripped straight into Jason. On instinct, Jason grabbed her in a hug and steadied her. Being wrapped in a hug suddenly isn’t something Jazz expected to happen today but damn the man had one comforting embrace.

#dpxdc #bones prompts

[daydreamingyuta]

NCT as Husbands Series: Mark Lee

summary: fluff, drabble, husband!mark wc: 823 nct as husbands masterlist a/n: ...if I don't get to fall in love with a guy who's just like mark!

I just know that Mark would be the best! husband!!

He’s so romantic and just such a gentleman!! Like even after being with you for so long he takes the time to listen to you and understand you. which is definitely his way of loving you!

You would have to remind him of how great of a husband he is. because showing him you appreciate him will make him melt. But also because he’s so infatuated with you and sometimes feels like he isn’t good enough for you 🥺 so of course you have to remind him of how amazing he is!

Also you're literally his muse! like he finds so much inspiration from you. The amount of love songs and sweet poems he's written for you 🥺🥺

Also doesn’t shut up about how much he’s in love with you. Like makes sure the whole world knows. like he literally cannot stop himself from talking about you but it's just because he loves you so much and can't help himself from bringing you into every conversation.

He's just such a sweet and genuine soul and you would be the luckiest girl in the world to have him as your husband!

It's two in the morning when you wake up from a deep sleep. You think that it's time to get up until you see the time and lay your head back on the pillow. It's not until your hand reaches out for Mark, that you notice he's not in bed with you. You two had both fallen asleep together, so you know that he must have woken up earlier and couldn't go back to sleep. This was a typical occurrence, and often all he needs to fall back asleep is to cuddle with you as you gently scratch your nails up and down his back to soothe him. So, you hop out of bed and throw on a sweater so you can go find him in hopes of coaxing him back to bed. You're about four steps from the living room, when you hear muffled sniffles. Your heart immediately drops knowing that Mark was crying. You make your way over to him on the couch and place your hand on his shoulder which gives him a little shock as he wasn't expecting you. "Mark, what's wrong?" You ask and then notice that he was holding the album that had all your wedding pictures in his hands. "Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up. I just couldn't sleep and our wedding anniversary is in a few weeks and I don't know, I just wanted to look at you in your wedding dress again." He wipes his tears away before he leans his head on your shoulder. You try to comfort him by rubbing your hand up and down the length of his arm. "Aw baby, it's ok you didn't wake me up but why is this making you cry?" "I don't know. It's just- before I met you I really never thought that I could have ever seen myself getting married. I used to be so confused and uncertain about the future but then I met you and... it was like everything all of sudden made sense. and then on our wedding day, when I saw you walking down the aisle in your dress, I just knew. I like just knew that I'm right where I'm supposed to be. and that all my steps, mistakes, and decisions led me to you and how thankful I am that everything led me to you y/n." "Markkk" You say, now starting to tear up along with him. He pulls you in a hug, not trying to hide his tears any longer. "I don't even know what to say but I love you so so so much." You two stay like that together for a while, just wanting to enjoy each other's presence during the sweet moment. However, once you feel your eyelids start to grow heavy, you know Mark must be getting tired as well. "Let's go back to bed, ok?" Mark yawns as he nods, showing just how sleepy he is. "Do you mind doing the back thing with your nails so I can go to sleep?" "Of course." You say, kissing him on his temple. You both head back to bed, Mark in front of you, but then something prompts you to look back. You see the photo album and the mess of tissues on the floor, but when you look closer, you see a slight smudge on the protective cover of a photo of you. You wipe it gently away and you immediately know the feel of it. It was chapstick, meaning Mark must have kissed your picture. Your heart completely melts at the thought as you set the photo album down and head to bed, knowing that you need to give him extra cuddles tonight for being so sweet and cute.

#mark lee #nct #nct 127 #fluff #k-pop #drabble #imagine #nct dream #nct scenarios #fanfiction #fanfic #mark lee x y/n #mark lee x reader #mark lee x you #established relationship

[jayke0]

Love Bites

Pairing: Jake lockley x g/n reader

Summary: kinktober day 1, love bites!! Yippie!

Rating: 18+

Warnings/content: dirty talk, Jake with boston accent?, body worship, teasing, light mocking, biting, lmk if there's anything else i should add :).

Credits: @automnepoet for proofreading and @flightlessangelwings for the prompt list, you're both awesome thanks guys.

Word count: 823 (yeah it's short).

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When Jake had promised you that he's going to cover you in bite marks when you get home, you didn't think he actually meant it, but as you lie infront of him, a hot mess of sweat and bruises, you realise you widly underestimated his words.

The two of you hadn't been out on a date in a while, so when Jake had offered to take you to your favourite restaurant, you happily obliged. He'd mumbled something in spanish to you, but it was muffled by the way he was trying to talk and kiss your neck at the same time. "Imma cover this pretty body in bites when we get back", you finally hear. Those words were all you could think about during your entire meal, and you'd be lying if you said you weren't incredibly relieved to get home and let him play out his promises.

You clumsily stumble backwards as Jake slams his lips into yours and walks you like a toy towards the bed, thankful that he's too observant to let you trip over the clothes you'd strewned across the floor earlier.

"Lay back, sugar, I wanna see that pretty body spread across my bed, alright?" Jake orders and starts pulling his clothes off, his tone dripping with lust and proving that he really can't wait to get his hands on you.

You bite your lip in excitement and start pulling each garment of clothing off, since he hadn't even given you a chance to take your jacket off before he was on you like a lion. Once only your underwear is left, a now less-dressed Jake crawls on top of you, big giddy grin spread across his flushed face.

"Gorgeous," he kisses your cheek, "my gorgeous angel." His nose bumps yours while his large hands trail up and down your sides making goosebumps prickle all over your skin.

"Ya wore that for me didn't ya? Ya know how damn much i love that outfit..." the words trail off as he slithers down your body and tilts your head to the side to get to your neck.

You feel him latch onto your skin and you nod with a soft gasp, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders and lacing your fingers together to cage him there. " Of course I did Jakey... you were treating me, so I wanted to treat you."

"Mm good angel, but ya know ya don't gotta do that, I'd give ya as many treats as ya want and wouldn't expect nothin' in return." Jake says sweetly, but his actions don't match his words as he grazes his teeth over your neck and bites just above your collar bone. It makes you jolt and buck your hips up towards him.

"Oh, always so easy, ain't ya sugar?"

A huff is all that leaves your lips before he bites you again on the opposite side that pulls another whine from your throat, the ache already building in your groin.

"Ya get worked up so easily, do ya know how much i love that?" Jake purrs, his mocking tone still being so endearing despite the fact he's teasing you

"C'mooonnn, buck those hips again."

You do as you're told and roll your hips upwards once more when he bites you further down, closer to your nipple this time.

"Good angel."

He's meticulous with how he bites and kisses every inch of you, tasting every part of your skin that he wants too without a care in the world for himself, all he cares about is you, and that you feel like you're worshipped.

"Wish I could do this to ya everyday, sugar." Jake's words are more breathy now, his chest pressing against your groin while he marks your tummy "I wanna worship ya like ya truly deserve...." He growls and works further down till he's right above where you need him. You try rocking your hips up towards his face in an effort to tempt him, your body twitching for him, but Jake is a stubborn fuck, so he instead bypasses you to bite your thighs.

An aggrieved whine is pushed from your chest. "Jake!" You tangle your fingers in his hair and give it a tug, "Please Jake, I want your mouth..." You turn your aggressive tone to a whimper in hopes you'd spark something inside him.

"But ya have it already, ain't all these enough for ya?" He grins evilly and rests his head on your thigh, inches away from your heat and pointing to each and every bite he's left on your body.

"No, stop fucking around, please baby..." You whine, like... an actual whine this time, one that you know always works on him.

His eyes seem to turn dark as he bites your inner thigh once last time. "Alright angel, since ya asked me so nicely." He purrs and wraps his arms around your legs to finally give you what you want.

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#moon knight #jake lockley #moon boys #moon knight system #jake lockley smut #jake lockley x reader #moon knight smut #moon knight fanfiction #kinktober

[3smo]

Hello there! I hope you are doing well and congratulations on 1k! Can I request Kim Dokja with gender neutral reader with prompt 8?

• "i've been thinking about you all day." (#8)

warning: dom reader. gender neutral. i was waiting for someone to request him 😌. needy reader, dokja's whipped. humping. breath play. slight spoilers. kinda friends w/ benefits. 'cocklet' is used once.

823 words.

1k event!

kim dokja wasn't used to tender touches. or that loving stare. or the words that come from your mouth. he wouldn't believe it himself. not even after you confessed to him.

he was stuck in a hole of madness and insecurities, he found himself pathetic. even more after he rejected your confession, and these dreams he's having. always waking up in a sweat, growing erection in his pants. he would look for you through his blurry vision, stumbling to you and striked a deal.

it surprised you, kim dokja; the 28 year old constellation who's still a virgin asked you for a sex deal? impossible.

unfortunately, or fortunately, dreams aren't reality and you had lots of stamina. by the end of a session, he would be left out of breath, knees wobbly and too scared to even walk out of your room, as anyone could tell what happened.

a rush of excitement coursed through his veins when he thought of the pleasure you would bring him.

he walks to your room a little quicker. before he could knock on your door, you swing it open, surprise to see him in front of your room. dokja gulps, heart thumping louder, he thinks you could even hear it. "sorry.. um-"

you pull him into your room, shutting the door close, before you bring him into a kiss.

"i've been think about you all day." you kiss down his neck, hands slipping under his shirt and roaming around his back. dokja whimpers loudly, hands resting on your shoulders.

dokja moans in surprise, unbuttoning his shirt as quick as he could - his shirt drapping off his shoulders, exposing his chest but you were in a rush that you didn't even care, lips quickly latching onto his nipple.

"yo-you have...?" you confirm it was a soft 'mhm'.

you push him against the wall, knees in between his thighs. you press your hips to his, his cocklet twitching to life in his pants.

"hah!" he wiggles around, holding onto your shirt for his dear life. he was left wide open for you. you could do anything you wanted to him and he'd let you!

he pushes his hips to yours, crying out loud at the pleasure. you eagerly do the same. your ministrations on his nipples caused him to grip onto your head, whining in your ear. he looked down at himself, forming hickeys littered all over his chest and neck.

he squirms on your thigh, clenching his legs around your own. he slides down the wall, you followed in pursuit, laying him down the floor gently.

dokja urges you to get on top of him, whining incoherent words and pulling at your clothes. you straddle his thigh, your own pressing against his crotch.

dokja smiles at you, he liked the effect he had over you...

"i made sure to - ugh, to close the star stream...!" you nod at him, holding his waist to control his desperate movements.

"good boy." dokja throws his head back, rolling his hips onto yours. he likes these words the most, the praise was so pleasurable to him. "you're always doing a good job."

he had the pleasure but it wasn't affecting him as it usually was...

"argh! can y-you please c-choke me!?" he grips the hands on his waist tightly, eyes blown wide with pleasure.

you own eyes widen, staring at him in shock. "a-are you sure?"

"AH- Ye, yes p-please!" he stammers out, taking your hands and put them over his face. one hand over his mouth and the other pinching his nose.

you carefully watch his fucked out expression for any sign of discomfort. when you didn't see any, you quickly clasped you hand shut around his mouth.

dokja knew to tap your arm three times when he needed air. you just hoped he wouldn't forget it.

"enjoy, dokja."

you continue to thrust your hip down on his, not minding him chasing his own pleasure as well. he blinks a couple of times, lack of oxygen finally caught up to him.

he gasps out through his muffled cries. he couldn't see properly, vision hazy. he kicks his legs out at the lack of air, and he claws at your wrists.

though, he refuses to tap your arm.

then dokja's eyes roll back, hips coming to a stuttering halt. it seemed holding his breath made everything more intense. you hear the sound of him spurting out come and it leaks through his pants, staining your own clothes.

you gape at him. there's was so much. more than he normally produced. "look at that..."

you remove you hands from his face, he gulps down air greedily, ignoring the way his face burns as you continue to stare at him. "i didn't think you'd like breathplay..."

dokja stares his pants with tears running down his face, quickly looking away in embarrassment.

[[ ki mdok ja lik es bein g chok ed ]]

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#Es's 1k event! #dom reader #dom!reader #sub character #sub omniscient reader #omniscient readers viewpoint smut #omniscient reader smut #kim dokja smut #kim dokja x reader #kim dokja x reader smut #ovr x reader #sub orv #orv smut #top male reader #top reader #seme male reader #gender neutral reader

[peachsayshi]

🦇{S E V E N  S I N S}🦇

{kinktober with peach 🍑}

╰⊰✿´ 🍒 {greed} - the sin of desiring to possess more than one needs

3: SOMNOPHILIA - (Sukuna x Female Reader)

TAGS:  {minors & ageless blogs do not interact}  - somno (consensual) but slightly dubious, smut, mention  of oral (female receiving using sukuna’s hand lol), fluff 

WC: 823

A/N: Okay, I know it’s January, and technically these were supposed to be out by last October lol but I really needed to step away and take a writing break. I’m planning on completing all these requests (but I just realized that I need to work on my own time + the lack of interactions were really killing my motivation to write). I am happily over that terrible writer’s block, and can’t wait to share more of these stories for you! This was a prompt requested by @onliafaze 

sukuna often wonders if you bewitched him, and contemplates the probability that you might have lied about your mortality when truly you were something magical in disguise. maybe it was laced as an addictive poison in your kiss, or maybe you put a hex on him while he slept vulnerably by your side. there was not a single soul in his world who compared to you. you were the embodiment of an ethereal beauty that made even this violent monster melt with a mere smile.

sukuna slips off his white robes, thoughts still racing as his eyes shifts to your tempting body resting on his bed. you must have fallen asleep waiting for him to arrive, a sign of such blissful comfort that no one shared with the cursed king.

finding his place next to you, sukuna rests on his side and reaches for your bare waist. he closes the gap of space between you both, taking in the difference of his size compared to yours. his thumb lightly rubs your soft skin where he is reminded of your delicacy, because with enough force he could crush you until your bones turn to dust between his fingers.

one kiss to your cheek and another to your neck, sukuna’s hand slides over the slope of your waist to meet your belly. he moves further down, breath hitching slightly as he finds the space between your legs that he’s come to worship. he groans against the back of your neck, feeling you shift slightly by arching your tail bone and pushing your rear close against his throbbing member. 

your thighs spread naturally, and the corner of his mouth twitches into a grin as he cups your pussy gently in his hand. he notices you roll over and edges himself away to give you the room you need to rest comfortably on your back. he kisses your temple when your brows knit together tightly, your shoulders trembling upon feeling a slick, wet tongue glide between your folds. 

a dark chuckle escapes your lover, quite amused by your natural reactions to his ministrations. your lips part when you exhale a quiet pant, and he responds by pecking you gently. slowly he shifts, situating his large frame over yours while his lips trail down the curve of your neck until his body easily cages you in. the hand between your leg moves to grip the back of your thigh, and your muscles tense up as you quietly moan. 

“disappointed, pet?” sukuna whispers as a chuckle follows his question. his deep voice triggers the goosebumps across your torso and his mouth finds your nipple as he tenderly sucks on the bud. 

the weight of his cock rests against you, the pre-cum leaking from the tip a sign of his intense desperation. he’s never taken you while you’ve been asleep before and the last thing he wanted was for you to open your eyes in fear. you’ve given him full permission to use your body as freely as he desired, but this made the act seem excessive in a way he couldn’t comprehend. 

he’s used to taking what he wants whenever he wants, but sukuna eventually gets bored of his own debauchery.  

not with you.

never with you. 

he yearned for more than just your body. he wanted to consume your devotion in every way possible. he wanted to be the center of your world, the way you’ve become his. he had an ache in the pit of stomach that left him frustrated regarding his own greed over you. 

did you know the kind of hold you had on him or were you simply oblivious to your own charm? 

he nips at your breast, the sensation prompting you to bring both your hands to the crown of his head. your fingers curl around his locks, the recognition of his presence causing you to massage the back of his head sweetly. he hears his name roll of your tongue, your tone undeniably precious that it makes him pulsate. 

your laugh pierces right through his chest, fists itself around his heart as you tenderly scratch his scalp. 

“you’re insatiable, my king,” you breathe, sighing once again as he draws his mouth to yours to finally greet you with a kiss. you can taste his impatience, and your hands drag down his cheeks to hold his strong jaw. 

with your leg slung over his hip, he ruts into you feverishly and fucks you like your body solely fuels him. the heat emanating off you embraces him in a blissful warmth. he inhales your breaths and swallows every whimper of your pleasure as if they were his own. he grasps onto you like your his only salvation amidst the turmoil of his own weighted emotion. 

when he finally cums, he stares longingly into your eyes while knowing wholeheartedly that he’s been afflicted with a tormenting burden of desire that will always have wanting more. 

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#sukuna x reader #sukuna x you #sukuna x ofc #sukuna fluff #sukuna smut #ryomen sukuna x reader #ryomen sukuna x you #ryomen sukuna x ofc #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jujutsu kaisen smut #seven sins by peach

[theicarusconstellation]

jegulus microfic day 11 from @jegulus-microfic

prompt: ghost // words: 823 // content warnings: none

James sees the younger Black brother in the house sometimes.

He never tells a soul, and he never makes eye contact, but he sees him.

It started by accident. James had popped into Grimmauld Place to pick up an old book from the family library that Sirius asked for, only to stop dead in his tracks at the sight of a slim figure slipping into the kitchen. Intrigued and, he will admit, mildly bewitched, he returned the next night to catch a glimpse of that same boy.

He realized it was Regulus on night three.

The boy looks like a dream, with misty gray eyes and dark velvet curls and skin so pale James can see right through him to the other side of the room. Though that might be due to the undead nature of his spirit.

Regulus Black is supposed to be dead. Not alive, not halfway dead, just dead. All the way dead. He died in 1979. It’s 1982 now. He is supposed to be dead.

No one else sees him either. Only James, and only when Grimmauld Place is dark and silent aside from the creaking of the old floorboards settling in the wind.

Tonight, though, James is going to confront the boy. He is going to find out once and for all if this spectre is a figment of his imagination or if, somewhere between life and death, Regulus Black started wandering.

It could very well be his imagination. His house is lonely now with Sirius and Remus on their own and Harry living with Mary and Lily fifty-percent of the time. It wouldn’t surprise him if one day, James’ subconscious decided to make a ghost.

A ghost of Regulus Black, though…that seems less plausible.

He had planned to walk into Grimmauld Place and demand that Regulus Black show himself. He had. It’s just…James has never been one for confrontation.

So, when he reaches the old house, with its dark walls and beheaded House Elves lining the corridors, James freezes. He stands in the front entryway, and he freezes.

Am I really here to chase a ghost?

The last thing he is expecting is for Regulus Black to come down the stairs right in front of him.

It seems like the other man wasn’t expecting it either, for he goes stiller than a statue, and it could be just James’ eyes playing tricks on him, but he thinks he sees Regulus pale.

“Black?”

“Potter.”

“You’re — but you’re dead.”

The young Black brother, the dead Black brother, laughs at him.

“Don’t pretend you’ve just noticed me. You’ve been unnecessarily puttering around this place for months.”

James swallows a very large lump in his throat and forces himself to look the man in the eyes. It’s the first time he’s ever done so; he’s only caught the reflection of those eyes in mirrors around the house. Staring into them head-on is like trying to withstand a torrential rainstorm, like standing firm in the face of hurricane-force winds.

“You’re dead,” he mumbles again, feeling rather stupid.

“Do I look dead?” Regulus asks. He leans languidly up against the stairway railing. One of his perfectly sculpted eyebrows is raised in critical analysis of the man in front of him.

“Well…you don’t look real,” James whispers without thinking. Regulus’ shoulders shake as he releases a soft, amused scoff.

“Why are you here, Potter? Why have you continuously been here, invading my private residence? Does Sirius know you come here every night to stare at his dead brother?”

Instead of answering, James takes a step closer, and when Regulus doesn’t back away, he moves closer still.

“If you’re still alive, why have you let everyone believe you were dead for the past three years?” James asks, fighting the urge to reach out and touch Regulus, to really feel whether or not he is a hallucination.

Regulus’ lips curl up in a knowing smile.

“Don’t demand information you haven’t earned yet,” he snaps, though there is a distinct lack of malice in his tone. “Come back tomorrow night, and maybe I’ll tell you. If you earn it.”

James’ breath catches in odd excitement he has no explanation for.

“Tomorrow night?” The words are coated in hope.

“Show up. Or don’t. I don’t care. Now get the fuck out of my house, James Potter, or I’ll sic Kreacher on you.” Regulus glares at him so intensely that James knows he’s not joking. James’ entire body itches with restlessness as he backs up and leaves Grimmauld, already wishing that time would speed up and bring him to twenty-four hours from now.

He should tell Sirius. He really, really should.

But.

Shouldn’t he have all the information first? Telling Sirius, “Hey, your dead brother is back,” with no explanation might come off as a sick prank. No, James won’t tell. Not yet, anyway. First, he’ll gather the facts.

Which means meeting Regulus as many times as it takes.

#hm i wonder what james will have to do to earn it #😏😏 #regulus black #marauders #jegulus #starchaser #james potter #ao3 writer #sunseeker #writing #jegulus fic #jegulus microfic #jeggy

[cryscendo]

For the drabble game! Kurt, au: sports!au (gymnastics), trope: exes, prompt: “sometimes, i sit in bed and wonder what would happen if things were different.” :)

thank you so much for the request, this was so much fun to write. i decided to make this kurtbastian bc i’ve never wrote that ship before and you gave me some freedom with the ship choice. sorry if this is ooc at all, i tried my best <3 i decided to go about this as gymnast!kurt and coach!sebastian. it makes more sense in context i promise

Word Count: 823

Fic can be read under the cut!

“Porcelain, take a break! You’re useless if all you're gonna do is fall on your ass every time you try to swing on the bars. Give yourself ten then be back on the high beam.”

Thank god, Kurt thought. He had been working with Coach Sylvester for awhile now, and though his routine has improved for it, his sanity is certainly taking a toll. She pushed him in ways that no other coach had prior.

Well, aside from one.

He attempted to dust the chalk off his hands, — though he admittedly was just making small puffs of dust clouds, — before reaching for his water bottle. He had been a practicing gymnast for close to fifteen years, and these days he’s starting to feel those years wear on him more and more.

“Damn, Hummel, you look like you’ve been going through it. That new coach of yours really rides your ass, huh?”

He recognized the voice immediately. He wished he could be surprised by the other’s presence, but given as they frequently occupy the same training facility, it wasn’t all too much of a shock. With a sigh, he turns and faces the owner of the voice.

“What do you want, Sebastian?” Kurt took a sip of his water as he took in the man before him. Sebastian looked largely the same that he always had. Then again, they are forced into relative proximity with enough frequency that he could never possibly forget how he looks. Sebastian looked at Kurt with that same smirk that always agitated him when they were together.

“Who says I want anything? I have a trainee I’m working with, but she seems to be running a bit late. I guess not everyone is as punctual as you are, Kurt.” Kurt scoffs in annoyance, looking anywhere but at the other man. At Kurt’s lack of response, Sebastian continued on. “You seem exhausted, how about you come have a seat in the bleachers with me for a bit?”

“I really don’t think that’s a good-”

“Just for a few minutes. C’mon, we can be nice.” Despite everything in Kurt telling him that spending any period of time with Sebastian was a bad idea, he decided to silence that part of him. There was not much that the man could do in ten minutes. And besides, Kurt could admit, if only to himself, that he missed Sebastian.

They sat in silence at the bleachers for only a moment before Sebastian spoke up again. “So Sue Sylvester is your coach now, huh? Makes you seem like quite the masochist.”

“My routine is better for it. I’m at the best I’ve ever been.” That much was true. There was hardly a gymnast in the state that could outpace him.

“You didn’t seem to appreciate being pushed back when I was the one doing it.”

“You were different,” Kurt insisted, finally looking Sebastian in the eyes as he spoke. “Sure, Coach Sylvester puts me through hell, but there’s no emotional attachment there.” Sebastian should know that it was always different with him. It was largely Kurt’s fault, he should’ve never gotten involved with his coach. But of course, hindsight is always twenty-twenty. “You were my coach when I needed my boyfriend and my boyfriend almost never. Can you see how that maybe fucked me up?” Kurt let out a sigh, shaking his head. “As dumb as it sounds, sometimes, I sit in bed and wonder what would’ve happened if things were different.”

Sebastian looked at him coolly and that in itself frustrated Kurt even more. Then, he let out a small huff of a laugh, but there was hardly any humor in it. “You have no idea what my intentions were. And you’re right, that does sound dumb. There’s nothing you get out of dwelling on the past.” The look on Kurt’s face turned into one of confusion. Sebastian elaborated further. “Kurt, you were great. But I knew you could be incredible. So my methods are unconventional, I’ll admit that. Made you tougher, though. Sounds like a pretty good deal, don’t you think? So in a way, I don’t feel too bad about pushing you.”

Kurt seemed at a loss of what to say for a moment. He was trying to conjure up what to say in reply to all that. But before he had the chance, his coach was calling out to him. “Porcelain, you got one minute!”

Kurt wasted no time in standing up. “Goodbye, Sebastian.”

“Kurt, wait.”

Kurt stopped midway down the bleachers and looked back at Sebastian, an eyebrow raised. Sebastian spoke up again. “Why don’t we get coffee again sometime soon?”

At this, Kurt gave a small smile. With a shrug, he continued back down the bleachers, but not before giving one final reply. “Maybe after I win my next gold medal. I mean you said it yourself, I’m already great. I figured you’d want to see me be incredible.”

#glee #kurt hummel #sebastian smythe #kurtbastian #prompt fill #my fic #my stuff #backslashdelta #i have abandoned the idea of these being under 500 words im just not built for that #i hope you like! i wanted to try something different but i may have dropped the ball a bit idk

[fateinthestars]

Star-Crossed Myth Fluffbruary Fanfic April Catch-up (8th Feb Prompt): Shimmering Rain

Title: Shimmering Rain

Fandom: Star-Crossed Myth

Genre: Fluff

Rating: T

Pairing: Huedhaut/MC (MC’s name left blank so you can fill it in with whatever you wish in your head)

Word Count: 823

Written for Prompt: February 8 : shower | blessed | layer for @fluffbruary

February 8th: Shimmering Rain (Huedhaut/MC)

As ___ headed out of the planetarium at the end of the working day, she frowned as it suddenly started absolutely tipping down with rain. It had not been forecast and as it had not only been sunny but very warm for the rest of the day, she had not bought a coat with her. Hiyori had already left, else she might have headed back in and asked whether she had an umbrella she could borrow. Resigning herself to the fact she was going to get soaked, ___ started off in the direction of her apartment, but she did not get far: a figure stepped out from the shadow of the planetarium building.

“I did not take you for a literal Goldfish.”

___ sighed heavily and turned to face Huedhaut, but any comeback she could have even attempted vanished as she realised he was holding her coat out for her. She blinked. “... Why…”

“Do you not think that can wait? Or were you intending on going swimming?”

“Hue, really,” ___ grumbled, but gratefully took her coat from him and put it on.  She took his hand when he offered it, looking at him with puzzlement. “How come you are here?”

Huedhaut looked at the floor with a sigh. “What a charming way to thank your boyfriend for bringing you your coat.”

“I’m sorry, I-” ___ cut off as Huedhaut looked back up, smiling widely. She sighed heavily and nudged his arm. “That wasn’t fair, Hue!”

“It is your own fault for having such an expressful face,” Huedhaut teased. However, he then regarded her with concern in his eyes. “Even though you now have your coat, we should probably still get out of the rain.”

“If you want me to get out of the rain, you’ll have to tell me how come you are not only here but knew I needed my coat.”

“Now who’s the one not playing fair,” Huedhaut muttered, though he was smirking. He then relaxed into a smile, the raindrops making his hair glint even more than usual. “I would not always call it this but sometimes my divine power is a blessing. I saw a future where you did not take your coat with you when it was needed because logic dictated you didn’t need it. Today seemed to fit that bill.”

“And what would you have done if you were wrong?”

“I would have left and you’d have been none the wiser.”

“Oh…” ___ muttered, clearly a little disappointed. She glanced down at her feet, but then sharply returned her gaze to her boyfriend’s face as he chuckled. “HUE!”

Huedhaut smirked. “I cannot believe even you thought that I was being truthful just then. Obviously if you already had your coat I would not have needed to summon it and I would have just greeted you normally. After all-” he cut off as there was a loud rumble of thunder and the rain started coming down harder. “Ah. This is why vague glimpses of the near future are not always that useful. There’s a better way to make sure you do not get soaked.” Raising his other hand he snapped his fingers.

 Arriving back at her apartment in a blink of an eye, ___ smiled softly at him. “You could have done that from the start.”

“Yes, but I know you prefer us to walk together,” he replied in a tone that made it clear he would have actually preferred that himself today at least.

___ took her coat off as well as her jacket as not only had that got quite wet before Huedhaut had called out to her but it was also rather hot in her apartment. There was no need for so many layers right now. She glanced out at the rain that if anything was even harder now, jumping slightly as there was another clap of thunder followed by a very bright flash of lightning. She suddenly found herself enveloped by strong reassuring arms. “... Hue…”

“I did not take you as one to be scared of something as trivial as a thunderstorm after all we have been through.”

“I’m not, it just took me by surprise,” ___ reassured. “You can let go.”

Huedhaut instead pulled her closer, before planting a kiss on her neck. “And what if I said I did not want to do that?”

“Then I would say could we at least face each other? I can hardly kiss you facing away from you.”

The other gripped her tighter at that, the slight reflection in the apartment window making it apparent to ___ that the other was blushing furiously. 

“The things you say sometimes…” He muttered quietly, before finally letting go.

As ___ turned round with the intention of doing what she had wanted, it was her turn to be thrown as the other beat her to it and pulled her sharply back to him, their lips meeting in an intense kiss.

#star crossed myth fanfic #scm fanfic #star crossed myth #scm #scm huedhaut #huedhaut x mc #fluffbruary 2024

[howtowhumpyourhiccup]

Hooked

Summary: Written for AI-less Whumptober 2023 Day 29. Set in a Modern-ish AU. After a storm, Eret spends his time finding the merman who saved him from drowning.

Warning: /

Rating: General

Characters: Eret

Pairing: Minor Eretcup

Words: 823

Fandom: How to Train Your Dragon

Prompt: “The easy way or the hard way?”

Whumpee: Eret

Author’s Notes: I originally had a different idea for this one, one that was way more intense and was actually Hiccstrid instead of Eretcup. But this is the fourth year in a row that my (AI-less) Whumptober time did not go as planned because of things entirely out of my control. This month is cursed. :)

So I had to keep that (relatively long) idea for a different day and come up with a shorter idea.

And thus this AU was born!

I honestly only got to write it because I FINALLY got the time to.

Enjoy!

@ailesswhumptober

XOXOX

Today, just like many days, Eret finds himself staring at the sea. Leaning on the edge of his fishing boat, he stares down into the water. He should be paying attention, he should be casting his nets for today's catch, but instead he's wasting his time staring into the abyss.

About a month ago to the day, Eret's boat got caught in a terrible storm. He knew it was coming, but he still went out anyway, figuring he would be back in time. So instead of the catch of the day, he landed himself in trouble. The waves were wild and merciless, throwing his boat around until it capsized and he found himself in the dark depths he’s now staring into.

It was impossible to tread water, he couldn’t even reach the surface. Legs kicking, arms swinging, lungs burning. He found himself in the exact kind of position no one swimming in a large body of water wants to be in. Desperately reaching for the surface and yet not gaining an inch towards air.

Needless to say, Eret thought he was going to die.

Until…

A shape.

It was almost impossible to see in water so dark, but he could vaguely see it moving. He could’ve sworn it was shaped like a man, yet swam as fluid as a fish.

The last thing Eret remembered were the hands that grabbed him and the eyes that they belonged to. They were distinctly human and yet the pupils said something different. They were too large and they were that way to soak up what little light there was.

The next thing Eret remembers is when two paramedics loaded him into an ambulance to be taken to the local hospital. Obviously he made it or he wouldn’t be here today. But it’s the story behind his survival that adds another layer of weirdness.

Eret was found on a beach. There was a lot of junk left on that beach after the storm, Eret didn’t stand out even a little bit, yet he was found with ease.

Because apparently, someone approached a passerby, led her straight to him and that’s how the paramedics were called.

And now, a month later, Eret still searches for him. The one who saved his life, the owner of the hands that pulled him from the depths and those strange eyes.

Minutes pass by as Eret stares down into the dark water, minutes of seeing nothing below. Whatever or whoever he saw that day, they haven’t been seen since.

He sighs and straightens. Eyes closing, he conjures up the mental image he has of his savior. He can’t help it, they’ve been on his mind for the past month now.

According to the descriptions given to him when he asked around , he was a guy. A tall guy, a lean guy. With a head of auburn hair and striking green eyes. All of that and that he wasn’t wearing too much. A jacket, Eret’s, and that’s it. It was as if he'd “stepped right out of the ocean” as he was told. But there is one part that always seemed to stand out to people; how striking those eyes are.

It’s strange. While Eret’s muddled memory doesn’t allow him to remember every second of his rescue, he doesn’t remember seeing any green.

He just remember his pupils, his hands, and that odd fish-like movement.

He’s been left with questions and a lot of them. He tried to find him on land, he wanted to thank him. While he has no idea what he would be doing swimming in the ocean in the middle of a storm, Eret is grateful.

But it didn’t matter who he asked, he couldn’t find a sign of him. Not on the mainland and not online, a place he doesn’t traverse much anyway.

Or maybe he hadn’t tried hard enough, because there was a part of him that kept telling him that he was just not looking in the right place.

So every day following his last search, Eret took to the sea with his boat- it’s a rental until he can afford a new secondhand one- to catch fish to sell and instead he spends his time staring down into the water. Not for fish, but for something more mystical.

A mermaid. Or merman, he supposes.

The thought almost sounds too crazy, but dragons are real, so why not merfolk? Those who come from a sailor lineage like him know they were real once.

Eret walks over to the wheel and grabs it, planning on moving on. For days on end, he’s been posted in the general area he almost drowned in, hoping to get a glimpse of the one who saved him.

He’s not ready to give up. Whether the easy way or the hard way, Eret will find him somehow.

In a weird way, though he’s the fisherman, he’s also the one who’s been hooked.

#ailesswhumptober2023 #ailesswhumptober #day 29 #“The easy way or the hard way?” #httyd fics #httyd movies #httyd 2 #how to train your dragon 2 #au #alternate universe #modern au #mermaid au #mercup #mermaid!hiccup #eret son of eret #eretcup #eret whump #my fanfics #hooked

[wearingaberetinparis]

The Platonic Roommate Chronicles - Part 17 to 20

I'm back after a break from Monday to Friday, so I figured I'd get some work done on my series of Jily Micro Fics for The Platonic Roommate Chronicles!

Read Part 17 to 20 HERE!

Part 17 - Prompt: Groan - 792 Words

Part 18 - Prompt: Flush - 656 Words

Part 19 - Prompt: Anniversary - 823 Words

Part 20 - Prompt: Arrangement / Soar - 1311 Words

@jilymicrofics @jilymicro-oops

“I think we should have sex.”

He promptly choked on his tea.

“Excuse me?”

“Sex,” she repeated, oh so casually. As if she hadn’t just turned his entire world upside down by voicing his deepest, darkest desires which he needed to remind himself – like a daily affirmation – would never see the light of day. “You and I should have sex.”

Or: Lily Evans and James Potter are very platonic roommates, who definitely aren't in lust or love.

#the platonic roommate chronicles #jple #jily #jilymicrofics #jily fic #jily fanfiction #james potter #lily evans #jily roommate au

[stealingyourbones]

Short DPXDC Prompts Masterlist #801-850

801. ring of RAGE 802. Damian Mind Control 803. Integrating Into Society 804. Fish In The Pond 805. Damian's Dog 806. Damian's Informant 807. Ancient Customs 808. Billy & Danny 809. Danny Possesses Tim's Shadow 810. Danny Clone of Connor 811. Ted Kord Recruits Fentons 812. Danny Pals With Bats 813. Jason Borrows Johnny's Motorcycle 814. Ivy Teaches Sam 815. Danny Falls Into Puddle Uno Reverse 816. Dani Is Elephant's Foot 817. Barry Pulls Dani Out Of Speedforce 818. Flashes Use GZ To Time Travel 819. Dream Merge AU DeadOnMain 820. LoA Stalks Danny 821. Sam Meets Ivy & Harley at College 822. ACME Levels of Fuck You 823. Cute Anger Management 824. Goonion (Ghost Union) 825. Steph & Danny School 826. Dora & Beast Boy Are Buddies 827. Dora Protects Beast Boy 828. Magic School Bus Field Trip 829. Wes Mistaken For Wally 830. Danny Looks Like Tim & Alien 831. Eldritch Younger Brother Tim 832. Danny Clone Misunderstandings 833. DC Is Danny's Original Writing 834. Boxy Supports OSHA 835. Kitty Joins Birds Of Prey 836. Cass Knows Danny Is In Wayne Manor 837. Danny Meets Superman On Moon 838. Sam Meets Swamp Thing 839. Lancer Works In Gotham 840. Tucker Becomes A Speedster 841. Damian Adopts A Yeti 842. Sam Gives Info To Clark Kent 843. Dash/Jason Bookshop AU 844. Jason Time Core Time Travel AU 845. Jazz Psych Teacher 846. Kwan Two Face 847. Jason/Johnny 13 Meet Cute 848. Duke & Dash School 849. Danny & Billy Roadtrip 850. Danny's Dick Clone

#dpxdc #bones prompts #bones masterlist

[getosubaru]

𝑜𝒻𝒻 𝓁𝒾𝓂𝒾𝓉𝓈

gojo satoru x gn!reader

best friends to lovers drabble series; based on these prompts

wc: 823

tw/notes: small text only for description; hint of angst re: geto; could be a no-curses au; pining so much pining; petnames (baby, sweetheart, angel, honey, asshole) mostly directed at gojo; not beta read we die like riko

prompt: the first kiss and the realization of “it’s always been you”

You’ve kissed Gojo before.

Spin the bottle, truth or dare, he’s certain the two of you have kissed dozens of times.

But it’s never been real.

You’ve never looked up at him with wide, pleading eyes that dart back to his lips like you can’t tell what to focus on.

Gojo never thought you ever would.

His closest friend (not his “best friend” since those words are cursed and not fitting of how you sink under all his walls) is off limits. Oh, sure, he’ll flirt until you’re stammering and smacking him on the head, but anything more than that is forbidden.

He can’t risk you, can’t risk this.

If Gojo ever lost the way his given name curls out of your mouth with a smile at the edges…

Or the way you pull him in, conscious always of how touch-starved he is. You push up right against infinity until the feeling of your skin on his drowns out everything else.

When the space behind his eyes aches under the weight of living, you’re there with blackout curtains, white noise machines, and a cool washcloth. Eventually, you learn to rest his head on your chest while you drag your fingers through his hair.

Funnily enough, Gojo almost looks forward to his splitting migraines since you drop everything to take care of him. No one else really does.

He’s human with you. Not Gojo but Satoru or Toru or hey, asshole. He might prefer that last one to be perfectly honest.

No, Gojo prefers the nicknames you use when everything is wrong. Baby, honey, angel roll off your tongue softer than cashmere like he’s something that needs to be treated gently.

He enjoys the way your eyes widen when he turns them on you. Sweetheart said cloyingly in a tease, but there’s truth underneath. You keep your honeyed affection for him alone.

And you’re there at the center of his universe. The tether that keeps him from spinning off-kilter, not letting him fall from the strength of your gravity.

There’s a painting that hangs above his bed. Gojo got it on holiday in Italy with you, an ancient artist sold their work from a blanket on the beach. You hadn’t understood why he was so taken with it, but you humored him when he insisted on lugging the huge canvas back to your hotel room.

The scene is all blue and grey under a haze of sepia. Against a backdrop of a turbulent sky and a riotous sea, a lighthouse stands alone on a rocky island. Its yellow beacon is turned to the viewer, nearly blinding for all that it’s just paint on a canvas. Ships in the distance with their own lights approach the lighthouse through the storm.

Gojo couldn’t and wouldn’t explain at the time. The words wouldn’t come nor did he want them to. Off limits. Don’t risk the one good thing he’s got left.

But you smile at him when the credits roll on a movie he hadn’t been paying attention to.

“We can watch it in your room,” you had said, marching off with a bag of snacks and the blanket from his couch. “Unless you managed to break that TV too?”

He knows you’ll sleep here tonight, not bothering to move to the guest room that’s already basically yours. Safe and warm next to him under the hazy painting that keeps most of his nightmares away.

“Toru?” you ask when he doesn’t put another movie on. He’s much more concerned with memorizing exactly how you look right now.

“It’s you,” he says into the quiet.

You raise an eyebrow. “Been here for a minute, dummy. All the hair bleach finally affect your brain?”

“I don’t–“ He cuts himself off with a huff. “Can you be serious for one second?”

“Big words coming from you.”

Fair, but he’s trying to do something here.

Gojo pinches your chin lightly, tilting your head up to the painting above his bed. It’s barely visible in the glow of the TV. “The lighthouse. It’s you. That’s why I wanted it so bad.”

Dangerous, bad idea, off limits.

Your face contorts in confusion before it softens into something he knows is only his.

“Funny, that’s how I’ve always seen you,” you say, looking back at his uncovered eyes with a smile.

The kiss is gentle, delicate, and more intimate than anything else he’s ever experienced. But Gojo knows the strength in that softness. Not weakness, far from it. If he is Atlas, then you are tender hands kneading out his shoulders and wiping his brow.

He cradles your face in one hand and lets the other rest just above your pulse to feel its wild, hummingbird pace.

Your lips taste like tranquil absolution. Not off limits, not dangerous, but perfect and safe. Your arms hold him steady even though he feels like he’s shaking.

“It’s always been you calling me home from the storm.”

tagging: @satorhime @spillthembeans22 @bunnaccino @sarchopathic @73sorcerer

a/n: this is part of a small collection i’m working on as kind of a “get in the headspace of different characters” thing! next up will probably be sukuna’s or toji’s, so let me know if you want to be tagged 🥰

#gojo satoru #satoru gojo #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x y/n #gojo x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #lo.writes #lo.bffs

[seaside-writings]

Prompt #823

"It's a Lunar Moth,"

"Your world has them too?"

#writing #writing prompt #writing prompts #prompt #prompts #story prompt #story prompts #dialogue #dialogue prompt #dialogue prompts #soft #soft prompt #soft prompts #fluff #fluff prompt #fluff prompts #fantasy #fantasy prompt #fantasy prompts #sci fi #sci fi prompt #sci fi prompts #lunar moth #lunar moths #american moon moth #american moon moths

[pluralprompts]

Prompt #823

Person A gave up/lost half their humanity and became half human, half supernatural creature. They didn't think much of it at first, but over time they've realized that when they're tapping in to their supernatural half, they act more... stereotypically supernatural? More inhuman? More like how the creature they're half of is said to act might be the best way to put it. They're not upset at this discovery, but it can cause some whiplash to go between human form and supernatural form when doing so means more than just changing appearances and powerset.

Bonus: their supernatural half is of a creature that ages differently than humans, which means every switch between forms also means a switch in developmental stage, despite Person A's age in years never changing.

#plural system #pluralgang #plurality #pluralprompt #prompt #prompt blog #supernatural #median system #small system #switching

[theladyofshalott1989]

Writing Prompt #3: Poppy Sweeting x F!OC (Apolonia "Pola" Reytan)

Thanks to @caramel-hufflepuff for providing the third prompt and for letting me borrow her Slytherin OC, Apolonia "Pola" Reytan:

Poppy x OC. Pola is a Slytherin with a hopeless “want to be her/wants to be with her” crush on Poppy.

Word Count: 823

Rating: Teen ✨✨✨

“You dropped this.”

Pola stopped in her tracks, her heart skipping a beat. She recognized that voice. 

For the past few hours, she’d been studying furiously in the library, attempting to make up for her lack of interest in Transfiguration, which had been showing lately in her marks. 

Professor Weasley had not been pleased with Pola’s recent essay on the process of transforming an inanimate object into a living creature. “Needs work,” she’d scribbled at the top of the yellowed parchment. Her essay had been covered in Weasley’s slanted script. Notably, most of what Pola had written had been crossed out. 

It was unfair. Uncalled for, in fact! It wasn’t Pola’s fault that Transfiguration wasn’t nearly as interesting as Herbology or Care of Magical Creatures. Her beloved mama and tata couldn’t hear of her getting poor marks, that wouldn’t do. So, she had reluctantly skipped out on a rousing game of Exploding Snap with Violet in order to study her Transfiguration textbook instead. 

But back to the present moment. 

Pola turned slowly, masking the expression on her face, hoping to conceal her shock and delight. If her suspicion was correct - and it must be - that unmistakably sweet voice belonged to none other than Poppy Sweeting. Poppy, the young woman who had secretly captured Pola’s heart since fifth year. ‘Secretly’ being the operative word. 

Poppy’s infectious grin nearly brought her to her knees. Pola somehow managed to find her voice. “Good evening, Poppy.” 

“Good evening!” Poppy chirped in reply, extending a quill towards Pola. “It appears you dropped this.” 

Pola leaned forward to inspect the quill and was immediately enveloped in the comforting aroma of cinnamon and clove. She blinked before saying, “Oh. Yes, that does appear to be mine.” 

Poppy chuckled, her smile warm and inviting. Pola gulped. “So, are you going to take it, or do I get to keep it?” she teased, her deep brown eyes sparkling. 

Pola's heart raced as she struggled to compose herself. "Erm, no, I-I'll take it," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. She snatched her quill from Poppy’s outstretched hand and stuffed it in her robe pocket. 

Merlin, this was embarrassing. Poppy had surely noticed she was nervous. There was no hiding it. Pola had the sudden, extremely uncharacteristic urge to flee from the room. Just as she was about to make her escape, Poppy intervened.

Poppy leaned in closer. Pola inhaled sharply. "Hey, are you alright?" Poppy asked, her voice soft.

“Perfectly fine,” Pola snapped defensively. Regret instantly washed over her as Poppy’s cheerful demeanor faltered.

Poppy's brows furrowed slightly. "Oh," she murmured, taking a small step back.

Pola's heart sank. She hastily tried to backtrack, her nerves only worsening, which meant the distinct lilt of her Polish accent was that much more pronounced. "I-I mean, sorry, I didn't mean it like that," she stammered. She counted herself fortunate that she wasn’t easily prone to blushing.  

“Oh, it’s alright,” Poppy said, waving her hands in the air as if to dismiss Pola’s apology. “No harm done.”

Pola managed a faint smile. “Thanks,” she murmured, absentmindedly tugging at one of her braids resting against her chest.

Poppy's cheerfulness returned in full force as she grinned. “Actually, now that you’re here, it’s a perfect opportunity for me to ask you for a favor.”

Pola arched a brow. “A favor?”

“Yes! I haven’t seen you around much lately… and I was wondering…” She paused before continuing in a rush, “I was wondering if you’d like to join me for a butterbeer sometime? Preferably soon?”

Pola's eyes widened, her mind racing as she processed Poppy's invitation. Was Poppy asking her out on a date? Was this really happening? It felt surreal, almost too good to be true. She fought the impulse to pinch herself, afraid she might wake up. 

“Pola?” Poppy’s voice brought her back to reality.

“Yes!” Pola blurted out. 

Poppy’s face lit up with a radiant smile. “I was hoping you’d say that.” And then, in an unexpectedly bold move, she offered her arm to Pola. “Are you free now?” she asked. 

Pola hesitated for the briefest of moments, her nerves fluttering like a Jobberknoll in her chest. But then, with a determined nod, she reached out and accepted Poppy’s arm. The touch ignited a spark within her, and she couldn't help but smile back at Poppy's infectious enthusiasm.

"Yes," Pola replied, her voice steadier now. "Yes, in fact, I am.” 

“Good,” Poppy replied, pulling Pola in. They were inches apart now, close enough for Pola to feel the warmth of Poppy's breath on her skin. In fact, they were so close that if she drummed up the courage, Pola could easily kiss her. For now, she resisted, but… she wasn’t sure how long that restraint would last. 

As they strolled out of the library arm in arm, Pola couldn’t shake the feeling that this could, finally, be the start of something beautiful. Fancy that.

#poppy sweeting x oc #poppy sweeting x female oc #f/f #hogwarts legacy one-shot #poppy sweeting #apolonia reytan #writing challenge #poppy sweeting x f!oc

[mingain]

“Hold Me While You Wait”

Pairing: Milo/Sweetheart (Redacted Audio) Characters: Milo Greer, Sweetheart Words: 823 CW: Life threatening injury, near death experience Additional Notes: AU where Milo and Sweetheart meet as children. Hurt/comfort.  Prompt

AO3 Link

Tags: @epsi-l0n

It was not uncommon for Milo Greer to run off alone as a child - frequenting a small pond in the woods near his home. He was caught each time, alone, though he always claimed there was someone with him.

Like clockwork, he would run off to find his friend but as soon as he was found, they disappeared. His parents dismissed them as a figment of his imagination, and over time, he began to believe them. 

As he grew older, his visits to the pond grew fewer and further between. The urge to return never diminished, but responsibilities got in the way. His last visit was when he was 14. Or at least, it was the last for a while.

Years and years later, he returned, bloody, beaten and bruised.

The pack had made a move against Quinn. The fight was ongoing, but he was no longer fit to help. His mother and Sam were overwhelmed and exhausted - he wasn’t going to add to that, even if it meant that this would be his last fight.

As he pulled himself into the small clearing in the woods which housed the pond, his mind raced with childhood memories.

The moonlight cast an ethereal glow on the crystal clear water while a chorus of crickets gave the silent scene in front of him the background noise it so desperately needed. Even while in a state so close to the end, this place calmed him.

Unfortunately, his calm was soon broken by the rustling of leaves, before someone gasped.

So he couldn’t even die in peace? Knowing his luck, this wasn’t a pack member that knew healing magic.

He was wrong on both twice over on that assumption.

“…Milo?”

He knew that voice.

Why did he know that voice?

They aren’t from the pack.

Is he sensing a stealth aura?

Why did he know that voice?

Better yet, how did they know his name?

There was silence for a long moment before they rushed to his side.

He didn’t look up. He didn’t have the strength.

As he suddenly felt a warmth fill his veins, he finally let himself sleep.

——————————

He woke in a cold sweat, eyes darting around.

His breathing sped up the longer it took him to figure out where he was. It was day now, but that was all he could figure out as he looked back and forth.

There was that stealth aura again… and was that humming?

He slowly got up, wincing at the aching encompassing his whole body as he did, and made his way out of the bedroom, following the sound of singing.

He was led over to the kitchen where someone was cooking.

“Hello?”

They turned around, seemingly relieved. “Milo, you’re awake! How are you feeling?”

“Where the hell am I? Who the hell are you?” In hindsight, it probably wasn’t in his best interest to immediately give the person who saved him an attitude, but he was Milo - no one would have expected anything different.

They looked down. “I had a feeling you wouldn’t recognise me… it’s been a while since you came to visit me at the pond.”

His eyes widened. They were real. They were a stealth. They must’ve cloaked whenever his parents came to find him.

They’re real.

“I hope you don’t mind that I healed you.” They were fidgeting with a ring. 

“I… why were you there?” He’d stopped coming long ago, they had no reason he could think of to be there.

“I started going there before you did. I liked having a quiet place where I could think and then when you found it, I liked being able to talk to you.” They looked back up at him. “I’m glad I needed space to think last night. No one else would’ve found you…”

He stared wordlessly for a second before crushing them into a hug.

“I remembered what you said your favourite food was. I’m not sure if it’s still the same, but I made it for you so you wouldn’t go hungry. Do… Do you have anyone you can call to tell them where you are? I’m sure your parents and your pack are worried-“

“Thank you, sweetheart” He loosened his grip slightly, not wanting to let them go but wanting to be able to see their face.

——————————

Milo called his mum, who inevitably made a fuss over him running off. The rest of the pack doted on him and Christian was… bearable for a while. It was annoying, but he could bear it. Especially now that he had the number of this childhood friend.

They stayed in contact and over time, growing closer and closer until what Milo can only think of as a natural conclusion. Only a few month after their reunion, the wolf and the stealth began their relationship off of the foundation of years of friendship.

He found them. He wasn’t going to let them go ever again.

#redacted asmr #redacted audio #redacted milo #redacted sweetheart