#I've now decided that as long as it's under 500 words it's fine

[silentauthor96]

For @merlinmicrofic June prompts: Pride; "Be careful."; Underwater | Title: Before (and after) a Fall | No pairing (technically) | 500 words | Rating: gen

"Be careful, sire. I've heard pride cometh before a fall"

"Don't be ridiculous, Merlin. I'v been riding since I could reach a saddle. I'm not going to fell crossing a creek."

"Of course not, sire. Only it has been raining quite a bit the past few weeks, and this particular creek currently resembles something more distinctly like a river."

The dull thunder of nearby rushing water seemed to punctuate Merlin's point, but Arthur paid neither any mind.

"We'll be fine, Merlin. Just try and keep up."

Arthur urges his horse forward, towards the creek he'd crossed many times in the past. Only the shallow water he'd been expecting did in fact more closely resemble a river at this point.

Never one to let facts or fear stand in the way of his declared path, Arthur continued pushing Llamrei forward, making to cross the river as if it were still the size and strength of the creek he'd been expecting.

Llamrei, on the other hand, decided at the last moment to take a more cautious approach, coming to an abrupt stop just before he reached the wayer's edge. Arthur,'s momentum did not halt as easily.

Regrettably, Merlin did not get to see his prince tumble from his high horse into the water, but he was at least able to witness Arthur struggle to drag himself back out of the water. Apparently the creek had developed a fairly powerful current.

And despite Arthur's repeated boasts of his talent in swimming, Merlin couldn't help but worry the longer he stayed underwater.

After what could have only been seconds (but was beginning to feel like long minutes) Merlin decided Arthur must surely have learned his lesson, and decided to intervene.

"Arthur! Don't worry, I'm coming to help you."

For once, Merlin was proud to be able to claim a rescue as his own.The horses were more than strong enough to traverse the water, assuming one took a cautious approach. No magic would be necessary and the credit would be all his!

Arthur's head popped back up from the water. "Merlin! Stay where you are!" The strain in his voice betrayed how hard his body was working to keep the prince, and all of his heavy, waterlogged clothing, afloat. "The current here is stronger than it looks. Don’t worry, I'll be fine."

Merlin rolled his eyes at Arthur's apparent unwillingness to accept help in even the most dire of circumstances. Truly, the man's pride would be the death of them both eventually. Luckily, he had years of experience in ignoring his prince. His go-to strategy: simply pretend he hadn't heard.

"Here I come, sire!"

"Merlin! No! Be careful!"

"Now where have I heard that before," Merlin muttered under his breath, as he gently guided his horse across the into the water and towards the not-quite-drowning-but-certainly-struggling prince. 

Once they reached Arthur, Merlin reached down and offered out his hand. "Could I offer you some assistance, oh great and talented horseman?"

"Oh shut up, Merlin."

[findingzukkarp]

calling out for a zukka rp!

I've been ravenous for a good zukka rp for a while now and have decided to finally reach out into the void in hopes of finding one! Hopefully, the below information will lead wayward people like me into an amazing story!

Basic Information about me:

I am 26 years old

I live in the United States on EST

I only rp on discord.

My writing style is adv lit/novella. (word count is typically 500+ words)

DISCLAIMERS:

Writing style is very important to me. It is genuinely make or break for me. I am also a long time fanfic writer so I believe my writing is very thorough. I am not semi-lit whatsoever. My writing will be lengthy and thorough most often so I please ask that you do not interact with this post if you do not think you will be compatible with my writing style. (Samples will be included in this post!)

I am not too keen on most topics, themes, or tropes that fall under the umbrella term “Dead Dove”. Nothing involving minors and adults together in sexual or romantic relationships. Not too keen on heavy violence, gore, or any type of ageplay.

Who I'm Looking For:

Someone who is 21+ (will settle for 18+)

Someone who writes third person

Someone who is able to write as close as possible to their character’s cannon personality (with some liberties, of course!)

Someone who is comfortable writing NSFW content (smut:plot usually ranges 40:60 but I’m willing to adjust)

Someone who writes adv-lit/novella (very important)

Extra RP Details:

I am primarily interested in writing as Sokka! I can write as Zuko but Sokka is my main muse!

As irrational and immature as it is, I am only interested in Sokka as the primary top. Sorry to all my bottom Sokka lovers- I just find bottom Zuko too beautiful.

I’m pretty open to a wide range of ideas yet I do love to lean a bit more slice-of-life and modern in role plays. I love angsty, plot heavy ideas as well– however, I do wish for a good bit of planning and deliberation beforehand!

Extra Fun Details About Me:

I am a lover of omegaverse (including mpreg) but I am completely fine not including it into my RPs!

Humor in writing is hardwired into my brain so expect bad jokes and terrible puns (Sokka is my muse, after all)

I have a love for slow-burn but I've found that slow-burn in RPs is notoriously frustrating sometimes but I'm always down to try!

You've reached the closing:

Now that you’ve somehow gotten through all of that, please take note of all the information I’ve painstakingly laid out! I will not be negotiating things I have blatantly laid out but I am open to questions or concerns!

Now, without further ado, please give this post a like ❤️ or send me a dm 💬 if you’re interested in starting an rp with me!

Writing samples will be listed from here on so please enjoy!

Samples:

Being Fire Lord came with a slew of advantages and disadvantages alike. He got his meals whenever he pleased, a sprawling bedroom with a chaise lounge, and his own naturally heated mineral spring attached to his quarters. There would never be anything more satisfying than handing scraggly old Fire Councilman their own smoldering asses and then slinking back to his room to slip into warm, healing waters.  There are far too many disadvantages to properly list. It would take a mile long scroll and a bottomless ink pot to scribe them all. 

As Zuko paces the stone floor next to the balcony doors, he laments for what his mind recalls as a false, simpler time. A time where he roamed the Earth Kingdom, free of responsibility, his title, and his name. 

-*-*-

Zuko was fictional. He had to be. Or at least that’s what he thought when his roommate first unlocked their door and paused in the doorway when they’d met for the first time. There was no way in hell that it was even remotely fair to Zuko to look the way he did– even with a gnarly burn wound blooming across the left of his face– wisps of dark hair curling where it met the collar of his shirt. He was the embodiment of every tortured, panty dropper, heartthrob he’d ever read about in his ex-girlfriend’s books (although Suki claimed to never know where they came from) and at that moment, Sokka felt as if his body had plummeted through the earth’s core and was shooting out the ass-end of the planet and somewhere into the stratosphere because holy shit he’s never seen a guy more attractive in his life.  Needless to say, the absolute lack of words Sokka was able to produce probably impacted their first meeting more than he could even think of seeing as when he woke up in the morning, Zuko wasn’t there. When he went to sleep at night, Zuko wasn’t there. On the fifth day, he was beginning to think he’d totally screwed up and was going to have to suffer having accidentally offended his first-ever roommate by gawking at him as if he were a pubescent boy seeing a tit for the first time. 

[pacific-rimbaud]

for the first sentence fic thingy!: "It was right then, in a moment so casual it would otherwise be considered uneventful, that Pansy realised she was in love with Neville"

It was right then, in a moment so casual it would otherwise be considered uneventful, that Pansy realized she was in love with Neville.

He’d fallen asleep on the longest sofa, Textbook of Pollen Analysis, 6th Edition open on his chest and Hermione’s malign and hideous cat curled in a ball over his crotch.

Which was fine. Who gave a shit? Nobody cared about Longbottom and when and where he slept or ate or showered or repotted sticky, fetid plants or the active interest he appeared to be taking in Luna Lovegood.

Pansy stepped through the low tunnel connecting the 8th years’ dormitory to the corridor outside, threw her satchel into a chair beside the hearth and her robes immediately after, and yanked her tie loose.

Every last thirteen year-old in the castle could go and pox themselves. If Arithmancy tutoring was her self-selected penance for her spiritual crimes, she’d changed her mind. Far better to burn in a boiling lake than be condescended to by a pubescent who already had all the answers.    

The cat regarded her with one baleful honey-colored eye as she clanked a cup too hard on the kitchenette counter, then aggressively excavated a teaspoon of English Breakfast leaves from the tin.

She set the kettle to boil. Why? She had magic. Because it was there, and she felt like it, and her mother and all of her endless judgmental commentary could fucking precede her in the plummeting hand basket.

Pansy poured water over her tea, then lay both hands over her face, rounded her lips into an O and breathed out slowly.

“Is there enough for two cups?”

Pansy opened her eyes to find Longbottom looming over her shoulder.

Apparently before he lay down, he’d shucked his tie and rolled up his sleeves. After that, sleep had scrambled his hair and crinkled his clothes.

Just as he began scrubbing a hand through the back of his disorganized hair, the cloud cover shifted, and sunlight poured through the western windows.

He was gilt: dark hair and sun-gold skin burnished with a drowsy, benevolent yellow.

And then he smiled, eyes soft and listless, one corner of his mouth drawn in a parenthetical curl.

Pansy stared—could feel herself physically performing the act of staring, and was entirely unable to stop it.

“What the fuck?”

She clapped her teacup down on the counter, sloshing a burning mouthful over the back of her hand.

Neville jumped, hopping back on one foot, eyes two circular windows into the inner life of a bewildered man.

“Are you alright?” he asked.

Pansy squeezed her eyes shut, and then opened them.

He was still there, still Neville, and she was still being wracked by a warm wave of—desire, yes, fuck, but—in that moment, Pansy wanted nothing more in the entire world than to suddenly ascend, and then return: as a book, open on this boy’s—man’s, fuck!—chest, or a cat, curled up in his crotch.

“Are you alright?” he asked again, only he wasn’t leaning back anymore, he was leaning in, and his hand, very gently, cupped her elbow.

“I’m fine.” She said it in quite a small way, like a weak, vulnerable, discreditable little mouse.

“You’ve burned yourself,” he said.

And then her thin white hand with its angry island of red was resting in his broad tan palm, and Neville had brought out his wand.

[thedc-verse]

Spreading The Love (Harrison “Harry” Wells x Reader x HR Wells)

Summary HR, Reader and Harry wake up in the same bed.

Warning: F-Bomb, implied sex, swearing, talk about sex

Note: Found some old request that I thought I had posted. Sorry it's taking me 500 years. Shits happened. Also I'm considering writting for Supergirl and Batwoman. I know I've been mostly flash and DC Lot but I'm finally expanding... Slowly.... I'm sorry... I wish I was more active. I genuinely do. 💔.

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You're not sure how it happened but you, Harry, and HR had woken up in the same bed. Your bed. You would have never known the two men were laying next to you in your queen-sized bed had it not been for the loud crack of thunder that awoke you that morning. The rumble was explosive, setting off car alarms all down the streets of Central City. The thunder waking you with a jolt, you sat straight up momentarily confused by your abrupt consciousness. When you fully grasped at what happened you heard a small yet clear groan from the floor, you had managed to knock Harry out of bed. Not a moment later HR stirred. "Harry?" You asked confusedly. "Why are you in my house?" He sat up still on the floor, he looked past you at a sleepy HR. "HR?" He asked now even more confused. You raised a brow and followed his line of sight. Your eyes widened at the shirtless HR. "What the f-" Lightning truck the ground outside your window. With the momentary burst of light, you noticed the rest of HR was just as bare.

Quickly turning away from him you look at Harry, also naked and exposed you averted your gaze. Quickly you clutched your sheets to your chest but it was no use. Your chest had been exposed far too long to leave anything to the imagination. The three of you sat for a moment, no one spoke or looked at each other. You panicked, trying to recall any of last night, but it was as if last night hadn't occurred. As if you all had the same idea at once, which you most likely did, you all stood up ignoring each other and start searching for your clothes. The awkwardness was unbearable.

“How did this happen?” Harry grunted as he grabbed his pants and slipped his right leg in them. You tried to turn on the lamp but nothing came on. The electricity must have gone out. You couldn't see well and you didn't want to walk across the room to get new clothes while naked.

Moonlight shining threw your bedroom window was the only source of light. You finally found your shirt on the floor. It was almost completely under the bed. “Psst.” HR whispered. "Hey," He whispered a little louder to get Harry’s attention from the other side of the bed. He had put on his shirt and scarf and now held up a pair of pants in his right hand. “Harry.” He whispered again. “What!” Harry snapped breaking the trend of whispering. “Those are my pants.” He pointed to Harry who had the jeans halfway up his legs. “What?” Harry paused his movements. “These are yours.” HR raised his hand that held the pants. "Harry well that makes sense. I knew these were too tight." Harry glanced down at his legs contemplating if he should take off the skinny jeans. “. . . Fuck it.” He shrugged pulling the jeans up to his waist. His double watched slightly surprised, after all, Harry did hate skinny jeans. Once Harry zipped up the pants HR shrugged putting on the more breathable pants.

”What happened to your face?” Harry asked finally looking at him. “What happened to yours?” HR retorted seeing the black around his eye. You pulled your shirt over your head before reaching further under your bed and blindly slapping your hand around until you felt a familiar plastic handle. You smiled to yourself pulling out your camping lantern and turning it on, your loft glowed insignificantly brighter. You frowned slightly remembering it was brighter during the last blackout.  

“What the hell happened?” Harry whisper-yelled at HR. “Me? What makes you think I know?” Hr placed a hand over his chest defensively. “Because whenever something goes wrong it's usually your fault!” Harry argued, to this HR rolled his eyes, shifting so his back faced Harry. 'They act more like brothers then doppelgangers.' You thought with a sigh as you grabbed your pants. The two men bickered as you put on your pants. You were getting a headache from all this chaos. You rubbed your temples as you walked downstairs. “This is ridiculous, Harry. I did nothing wrong.” You heard HR protesting voice fade as you made your way down the steps.

'No, what’s ridiculous is waking up in bed with two men, or was it one? Same man different bodies. . . I need an aspirin.' Walking into the kitchen section and opening the fridge you grab a water bottle. As you opened the medicine cabinet you made a mental note to reorganize it. "What a mess." You grumbled finally finding the aspirin. You heard quick footsteps come down the stairs as you swallowed the capsule. You glanced at the clock on your stove curiously. The clock was blacked out. "Great..."

“So I’m guessing you don’t remember last night either?” HR asked entering the kitchen. “Not really... All I know is that the three of us must have had sex . . .” You squinted at them not liking how that sounded. Nor sure if that was the best way to word it. "I mean doppelgangers are technically the same person... so was it actually a three-way?" Harry averted his gaze to stare at the floor, hand rubbing the back of his neck. "Well yes and no..." He trailed off. You handed placed both the aspirin bottle and your water on the countertop for them to use. HR wasted no time grabbing the medication and taking two tablets. He tried to hand the bottle to Harry but he pushed it away annoyed. “Gross. I’m not drinking after you.” He spat. You patted his shoulder tiredly. “No telling what you did last night. Just drink it.” You said heading to the couch. HR offered then now disturbed Harry the drink again. Harry glared at HR while he ripped the bottle from his hand harshly. He rolled his eyes as he drank from the bottle. After he finished his drink he opened the front door and left. HR grabbed his hat and followed after him.

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You were running late. You overslept big time. 'I knew I shouldn't have tried to squeeze in a nap. I rest everything but the alarm clock. Smooth.' You scolded yourself. As you stepped onto the elevator your phone pinged.

New Message from Cisco: WHERE ARE YOU!!!!

"Oh great." You muttered hitting your floor on the elevator. You glanced at the clock as you typed a response back. 'Holy shit. 8:40. I'm two hours and forty minutes late. That's almost three hours! Three! That's way too many. Can I get fired? But I love this job! My friends wouldn't fire me, right? Barry is kind of too nice and a push over...No, of course, they wouldn't fire you. Just calm down. You're only freaking out because of what maybe-no-definitely happened last night...' You stepped off the elevator and headed to the Cortex.

As walked in you were greeted by Cisco. “Hey, Y/N," He said smiling cheerily as he slings an arm around your shoulder. "Let’s threesome this afternoon.” You stopped walking. “I’m sorry, what?” Barry, Caitlin, Harry, and HR turned around curiously. In doing so you could now fully see Harry's deep black eye and HR's bandaged up nose. “Let’s do something this afternoon?” Cisco repeated confusedly, his voice going high pitched as he let go of you. “Oh, No thanks I can barely stand.” You said walking to your desk. You placed your work files and laptop on the desk. “Why can you barely stand?” He asked rather loudly. You paused again, internally swearing, you glanced at the doubles before turning around to face the others fully.

HR suffocated on his coffee gasping for air at Cisco's words. Harry squinted questioningly at HR not sure why he had suddenly inhaled if favorite beverage. You saw the connection click in his eyes as they both turned to you. “How come I what?” You raised a brow, playing dumb. This time Barry spoke up. “You said you can barely stand. Why?” You glanced from Barry to Cisco to Barry. The speedster made a face as if asking, 'Are you gonna tell us?’ as he shrugged and crossed his arms over his chest. “No, I said I can barely stand... today. As in if I’m this tired now, how would I have any energy to do anything tonight. I'll tell you how." You pointed at them. "I won't. I’ll be dead asleep.” You laughed awkwardly. "Anyways we need to make up for the lost time. Barry, hurry up." You attempted to change the topic smoothly, but when Cisco opened his mouth to question you, you grabbed Barry's hand and dragged him out of the room.

You just wanted the day to be over and you would like as little questioning as possible. Even if you wanted to answer, which you didn't, you couldn't remember anything anyway. For all, you know the three of you decided the room was too hot, took off your clothes, and then passed out drunk. Maybe nothing happened and this would make for a funny story later. You think back to this morning. After the doppelgangers left without a word you sat on the couch for an hour trying to make any sense of the situation. Part of you wished you'd just stayed asleep, you'd have never known anything happened and life would be fine.

Once you had entered the speed lab Barry couldn't help but ask, “What was that about?” You glared at him as you took your position behind the monitor. “Just run.” He raised a brow curiously but did as he was told. While Barry was running you tried to focus on his speed but your mind kept drifting off. A few laps into the test you started to remember bits of last night. It flashed through your head so fast and on loop until the fragments made a story of what had actually happened the night before.

HR had shown up at the bar where yourself, Caitlin, and Cisco were drinking. He must have a bunch of coffee because he was talking way to fast to understand what he was saying. You honestly couldn't remember a word he said. You vaguely remember ordering a drink before Harry showed up. His hair was ruffled as if he'd been running, his cheeks were red and he was out of breath. His chest puffed in and out clearly taking deep breaths as he scanned the bar rapidly. He looked determined. His eyes met yours and then suddenly the three of you were at your loft. 'HR was kissing me or was it, Harry? . . . It was HR. He was wearing a scarf.' The three of you managed to get up the stairs without falling, 'I was laying on my bed and... HR and Harry got into a fight? What were they saying? Leave? Just tell her?' Tell me what?' HR pushed Harry onto the bed, his back hitting the mattress. They wrestled, Harry got on top for a brief second before HR flipped them over... 'Kind of looks like they were... oh god! Wait-! Where did Harry’s shirt go? Where are my pants? Harry’s pulling me to him...HR’s taking off his shirt behind Harry.

“/N. Y/N!” Barry yelled as he walked out of the track. “Are sure you're ok?" He asked. “I’m fine.” You huffed. You might not remember what happened after that but your body did. It was reacting in ways not safe for work. You crossed your legs instinctively.  

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It was now the end of the day and you had to work up the courage to get the work you left in the Cortex, which is where both HR and Harry would most likely be. When you walked in you were alone, the cortex being completely empty was rare so a quick beeline for your desk was suitable. No one around to question why you're in a hurry and you didn't want to waste this opportunity. HR popped out of nowhere, you flinched in surprise at his bright smiling appearance. Which at this point shouldn't be a surprise, showing up out of nowhere was his thing. “I remember.” His smile grew. “What?" Both you and Harry blurted. Jumping again at the sound of another voice entering the conversation. Your face flushed embarrassed your not a jumpy person but clearly, you were more on edge than you thought.

“You told me you didn’t remember,” Harry growled as he approached you both. “Well when you asked me if I remembered, I thought about it and it started coming back to me. I don’t see what the big deal is you almost died when you got your memory back. Muttering “I’d never do that.” and then you glared at me.” He shrugged. Your head snapped to Harry. “You remember? How much?”

“You say that like you want to know.” Harry scoffed turning to leave. “I remember how you got your black eye and how HR broke his nose.” You smirked crossing your arms over your chest. "How did either of you explain that to the others?" Harry turned to face you. His mouth opened but HR cut in. “And what happened next was quite a sight-” “Don’t!” Harry's voice cracked as held up a hand to his doubles mouth. “Oh, so you remember that too?” HR smirked, 'Since when did he smirk?'

“I’d rather not,” Harry grumbled as he stared at the floor. “So where does this leave us?” You asked. “What do you mean?” They asked in unison. “Aren’t we gonna piece the night back together, figure out what lead to this?” Harry glimpsed at the entrance. “It was a one night stand.” Harry deadpanned. "A one time mistake." He stated firmly before brushing past you.

You watched him leave.