#drabblechallenge

[the-traveling-poet]

ᴅʀᴀʙʙʟᴇ ᴄʜᴀʟʟᴇɴɢᴇ 2024 // ᴅᴀʏ ᴇʟᴇᴠᴇɴ ~ ᴡʜɪꜱᴛʟᴇ

Imagine being able to teach Levi how to whistle his face would look so cute all scrunched up trying his hardest to get it right immediately T-T

Go join in on @thedrabblecollective ‘a drabble challenge!!

Content ~ SFW, Levi Ackerman x GN!Reader

~All Days + Borders Here!~

"...I don't know how."

"You don't know how?" You repeated, grinning despite your surprise.

"I just said that, Y/N." Levi sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Why does it matter?"

"It doesn't..." You trailed off, a mischievous smile tugging at your lips as you moved to sit in his lap. He allowed you to do so without complaint.

"Just means I get to teach you how! To whistle, you just gotta pucker up your lips and blow."

"Sounds promiscuous. And dumb." He grumbled around your hand lightly cupping his face to squeeze his cheeks.

"...But fine..."

[mynightshining]

Pulled From Oblivion

Response for @forgettable-fox 100 word drabble challenge.

Pulled From Oblivion  Prompt: Something New

Chapter One

Kagome entered their shared living space, mouth agape. When she left for work this morning it had been spotless. Now, every possible surface was covered with aida cloth, wooden hoops of various sizes, rainbows of embroidery floss, and boxes of needles. Her steps forward slipped atop paper patterns strewn across the tiled floor nearly toppling her.

Aghast, she hissed, “What is all this?”

A head crowned in silver tresses popped up from the couch. Gilded eyes blinked owlishly, irises enlarged tenfold by the magnifying glasses resting on the regal bridge of Sesshomaru’s nose.

“I am endeavoring to learn something new.”

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Read it on: FFN, AO3, Dokuga

[forgettable-fox]

Our 100 word drabble challenge was requested to be a daily drabble challenge!

Next prompts are:

1. Waterfall

2. Smooth Sailing

3. Kindle

Feel free to join at anytime!

Rules are simple:

- Any fandom

- Any rating

- 100 words only. No more. No less.

Goodluck!

[romionenarniablog-blog]

Ron + Hermione - 8* (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/UiNb/G6Gd3RQpfK one shots with Ron and Hermione :) *J.K Rowling owns characters

[ihearthemcallingxx]

148 !!

It felt a little wrong to answer these today but I have too many. So thank you for requesting it was very rushed but, I hope you enjoy.

148. “Why do you only kiss me when I’m sleeping?” *unrevised*

He’s certain when he walks in his living room and spots you underneath one of his fluffy blankets with the TV remote in your hands, that tonight was going to yet again another movie night. Since you’d been in town, it seemed any night he was available to stay home with you, you had popcorn and an array of movies ready to be watched and he didn’t mind it, quiet nights in with you were a nice and relaxing contrast to his typical hectic schedule, but it sort of becomes old when each night, he was left watching the last hour of a movie you promised you’d stay up for before carrying you off to bed.

“Oh no,” he tuts, trudging in past the entryway, “We aren’t doin’ this again.”

You bounce on the cushion when he plops down beside you, frowning in confusion, “What? I thought this was our thing now.” He shakes his head, quickly snatching the remote from you. “Hey! That’s not nice!”

“You know what else isn’t nice? Breaking your promise.”

“What are you on about?”

“I promise I’ll stay awake tonight.” He mimics, in an obnoxiously high pitched tone, “M’not falling for it tonight.”

“No Harry please!” you beg, fumbling to escape the thick blanket so you’re sat closer to him, “It was because I was jet lag. This time I swear I’ll stay awake.” You extend your pinky with a hopeful smile, wiggling it persuasively when he looks down at it, “I pinky promise.”

He puckers his lips in thought, weighing the definite chance of you breaking his promise and the highly unlikely chance that you do. “C’mon please,” you say and it’s those big wide eyes that he’d never been strong enough to say no to that makes him lock his pinky with yours.

“If you break your promise tonight, I’m kicking you out.”

You scoff, wrapping the blanket back over your shoulders, “You wouldn’t.”

“Fall asleep and find out.”

You roll your eyes, throwing a couple pieces of popcorn at him before settling back in your spot, “Yeah yeah, just pick a movie, then.” There weren’t many that were left to watch, he’d seen most of them and you weren’t far behind so it took a while for the two of you to come to an agreement, (“Y/N we are not watching Happy Feet again.” “But Harry, it’s so inspirational- okay okay fine, just sit back down….dickhead.”) but once you did, he shut the lights off and you both got comfortable under the covers.

And you were determined to stay awake.

And you were surprised when you made it through the first movie, and confident that tonight you wouldn’t break your promise.

But around 12AM, your eyes began to get heavy. So, you shuffled around a bit, even got up to pop more popcorn hoping it would help you wake up a bit. But when you sat back down, the sleepiness just continued to crash on you until finally you gave in, and drifted to sleep on the arm of the sofa.

Harry, being so invested in the movie, hadn’t noticed you until the credits began rolling and when he spotted you, he couldn’t help but chuckle.

“This girl, I swear,” he shakes his head, pushing the bowl from his lap, “This time I swear I’ll stay awake, my ass.” He shuts off the TV before standing up, stretching is achy bones before lifting you up into his arm, just as he had been doing for the entire week. “Don’ know what I’m gonna do with you, love.”

Your eyelashes rest delicately on your cheeks and Harry smiles at how peaceful you look, lips parted slightly as you snore softly. Harry wasn’t sure why he pretended like he hated when you fell asleep during the movie because it meant he got these moments, these quiet moments in the middle of the night when he could just look at you and not worry about scraping together an explanation as to why he was. He could peel back the covers and tuck you into bed, making sure you were warm and comfortable and treat you like he would if you were his.

He places you carefully into the guest bed and you squirm, but settle once he lifts the covers over your shoulder. “Goodnight,” he whispers, and he feels a little silly for talking to himself but he feels even sillier when he leans down and places a kiss on her forehead, his lips lingering for a moment before pulling away. And he blinks, surprised with himself.

He’s glad you’re asleep.

“Why do you only kiss me when I’m sleeping?” you grumble.

He spoke too soon.

Just as he’s exiting the room, he freezes when he hears your voice and for a moment, he isn’t sure what he should say. So, he doesn’t.

“Goodnight, love.”

[aesthetic-survivor-of-twd]

I saw your ask about how you see Sophie as an 'OC'. I have two drabbles I wrote back in November for the DrabbleChallenge by CJ (stopbreakingmyhearttelltale) with her and Louis as a couple :3 ('Just a Nice Moment'; and 'Sophie') It's on AO3 and on my Tumblr account :)

Ohhhh! I think I read one of them actually.

I’m going to add drabbles to my page as well, so i’m going to take note of what you mentioned for future reference!

[dramionesmutten]

#3 Drabble challenge request for @amaliabones

“I May Be an Idiot, But I’m Not Stupid” by Dramionesmutten

Hermione and Draco get under each others skin… somewhat literally

[ourpinksadworld]

Era de madrugada, me había despertado muy temprano en tal caso. Me levanté, vi por la ventana, sentía que algo no estaba en orden. Claro, yo jamás me levantaba en la madrugada ya que siempre me amanecía hablando con... ¿Con quién hablaba? Bueno, no importa. Salí de mi cuarto, fui a servirme el desayuno. El sol estaba por salir, y yo estaba por sacar mi sándwich del horno. ¿Cuál jugo era mi preferido? Bueno, tomaré leche hoy. Me fui a la sala, comencé a comer mientras veía a la nada. ¿Qué ocurría? Sí, sentía que algo faltaba, así que me puse a pensar... ¿Familia?, ¿Amigos? Un momento, ¿Por qué no recuerdo a nadie? Me asusté un poco y sentí lastima por mí, ¿Cómo no podía recordar a seres supuestamente importantes? Fui por mi teléfono, comencé a revisar, con cierta desesperación en mis ojos, los mensajes que había recibido ese año. Habían muchos, así que me calmé. Abrí la primera conversación, pero eran puros audios, ¿Tan flojo era para escribir? Bueno, iba escuchándolos mientras me dirigía a la cocina cuando de repente en uno escuché: "Te dejé una caja de jugo de piña en la cocina, donde siempre, mi amor. Sé que es tu favorito." Todo lo que tenía en las manos terminó en el piso con el audio. ¿Amor?, ¿Dónde siempre?. No recordaba tener un "amor". Levanté el celular, llamé a ese número sin pensar, ¿Acaso me olvidaba de algo? Nadie contestaría, eso ya debía saberlo, pero insiste como si mi vida dependiera de ello. Entré en pánico hasta que escuché, al fin, una voz por la otra línea. Era dulce, delicada y encantadora; me preguntó cómo estaba, qué estaba haciendo y me dijo que no debía seguir buscándola, que debía vivir por ambos. Al momento de colgar, desperté. ¿Pero qué sucedió? De mi hogar, ahora me encontraba en un hospital, adolorido y más confundido. Un señor entró y me dijo: "Despertaste, no lo puedo creer." Yo miré a los lados sin entender, y él volvió a hablar: "Sufriste un accidente. La chica no sobrevivió, lo siento." Ambos perdimos nuestras vidas ese día. A ella la enterraron y a mí me obligaron a ver cómo metían a mi vida en un hoyo. ¿Vivir por ambos?, si yo sólo vivía por ti.

[sheismental]

Well, that’s tragic - peter parker

#DrabbleChallenge

→ 7. ‘Well, that’s tragic.”

pairing: Peter Parker x Stark!reader

warning: spoilers of spider-man homecoming ! but if u haven’t watched it like what are u waiting for

requested by: @spidey-hood

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Peter walks into the Avengers compound, looking around amused as Tony speaks to him - Patting his back like the fatherly figure he was. Needless to say Peter was honored to be offered a position as one of the newest Avengers.

“Thank you Mr.Stark.” Peter smiles softly and awkwardly. “But i’m good.” 

“You’re good?.” Tony asks with a raised eyebrow. “Good- How are you good?.” He asks confused - glancing at Happy.

“Well, i mean-.” He looks at the suit Tony had made for him, standing there in all its glory. “I’d rather just stay on the ground for a little while. Friendly neighborhood Spider-man.” He finishes with a smile and Tony tsk’s. “Somebody’s got to look out for the little guy, right?.” 

“You are turning me down?.” Tony speaks stunned.

You walk in unannounced, hoping to basically see Peter jumping up and down from excitment - but when you hear Peter’s words you can’t help but frown.

“Well, that’s tragic.” You speak out, your father and Peter turning to you. “I was lookig forward to fighting along side you more often, Spidey.” You say, half-sarcastically and half whole heartedly. Peter exhales, looking at you, his small crush on you was growing fast.

“Well, kiddo - Seems like that will have to wait.” Tony says as he glances at Peter. “Can you believe he turned me down?.” He shakes his head. “Kids these days.” 

“You sure about this, Peter?.” You ask him softly, with your eyebrows furrowed. And he hesitates for a minute, glancing at the suit and then at you. 

“Yes, i am.” He mumbles and you half smile as you walk toward him and lay a hand on his bicep.

“You are a dumbass, Parker.” You tell him as you smile smugly and he lets out a small laugh. Tony watches you two before shaking his head.

“Oh no no no, this isn’t happening.” He says as he takes your arm off Peter’s bicep and you two look at him stranged. “You two, it isn’t happening.”

You chuckle. “Ok, dad, i’m not 11 anymore and besides Peter and I - Nothing going on.” You reassure and Tony hums as he eyes both of you suspiciously.

“There better be nothing going on, because remember i have a Hulk.” He states and looks at Happy. “Happy will be taking you home.”

Peter nods stiffly before Tony starts to walk away mumbling, ‘Can’t believe he turned me down.’

You look at Happy with pleading eyes. “Can i take Peter homeee?.”  

Peter looks at you lovingly and Happy frowns. “Your dad is going to kill me.”

“Aw c’mon you’ve survived an alien invasion, i’m sure you can handle my father.” You say and Happy throws the keys at you before looking at you warningly.

“You better not get in trouble.” He walks away and you turn to Peter. 

“Finally some alone time.” You wiggle your eyebrows and Peter shakes his head playfully.

“You are going to get us caught.” He says and a smirk tugs the corner of your lips. 

“That’s what makes it fun, Parker. Now c’mon i’m going to take you home.” You say as you both walk out of the compound and into the car. As soon as Peter sits on the leather seats you lean into him and place a kiss on his lips which leaves him stunned before kissing you back. 

“I’m terrified of your father.” He mumbles and you let out a laugh.

“I can see that.” You say returning to your seat. “Wait ‘til you meet my uncle Thor.” You tease and Peter eyes widen.

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[the-traveling-poet]

ᴅʀᴀʙʙʟᴇ ᴄʜᴀʟʟᴇɴɢᴇ 2024 // ᴅᴀʏ ᴛᴇɴ ~ ᴢᴇꜱᴛʏ

There were many ideas surrounding this prompt, but since I’m craving something sweet/some dessert today I went a food route lol. Also, I can cook really well, but I suck at baking; so this works xD

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Content ~ SFW, Levi x GN!Reader, post-war themes.

~All Days + Borders Here!~

"It's almost sour...But not quite...Maybe a tad zesty, dear."

Grunting in acknowledgment, you set you whisk down into the bowl of off colored paste.

"I know you aren't a fan of sweets, but you don't mind lemons...I was hoping this key lime pie might be to your liking, but I suck at baking." You sighed, turning to him with a pout.

Wiping off some cream from the corner of your mouth with his thumb, Levi gave a tiny smile.

"I never said zesty was a bad thing, love. Here, let me help you try again."

[ao3feed-dramione]

The Beach Bum

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2Mv0wCX

by Hystaracal

Dean Thomas decided to celebrate his birthday at the beach. Draco regretted going along... until he really didn't. Short thing written for Dramione FanFiction Forum's #DrabbleChallenge

Words: 902, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M, Gen

Characters: Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger, Blaise Zabini, Ginny Weasley, Harry Potter, Luna Lovegood

Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy

Additional Tags: Fluff, silliness, snarky Draco, beach, summery drabble

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2Mv0wCX

[romionenarniablog-blog]

Ron + Hermione (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/UiNb/07fDfcTRYJ one shots with Ron and Hermione :) *J.K Rowling owns characters

[ihearthemcallingxx]

what about 76

Okay, so I hope you didn’t request this hoping for Daddy Harry as in he’s not your actual father because if so, drop by @anyotherblogbesidesthisone instead. Okay but seriously sorry if this was not what you wanted but I still hope you enjoy :)

76. “Daddy!” *unrevised*

Y/N sat on the sofa of her living room, sipping a mug of hot tea, and basking in the well-deserved silence of her house. Her back was a bit achy, and her head was pounding, but she allowed her eyes to drift close and relax into the comfy cushions. It had been a long day without Harry here to help her manage their ever-hyper four-year-old. And from the moment Harry had thrown their daughter onto their bed, earlier that morning before he left for work, Y/N had been ripping and running to keep with her.

And Y/D/N was only one person technically, but her energy could fuel and entire class of Kindergarteners and Y/N felt this break was well deserved.

It was pretty late in the evening, nearing eight o’clock, and Y/N had just put down their daughter for bed, sitting with her to ensure that she stayed in bed, before slipping quietly downstairs to decompress from her hectic day. She missed Harry a lot, a lot more than shed expected and all she wanted now was a nice cuddle and good nights rest.

So, when she heard the front door open, a relieved smile spread across her face.

His feet carried him through the foyer and into the living room, where he was met with the back of her head peeping from the top of the sofa, “’Ello, darling.” He greets, sighing as he takes a seat beside her, resting his arm on the back of the cushion, “You alright?”

“I’m good,” she says, rubbing her eyes, “Just a bit tired.”

“M’sorry to hear that,” he coos, pressing a kiss to her forehead. She inhales deeply, “She already asleep?”

“I put her to bed about ten, maybe fifteen minutes ago, so,” she shrugs, “She might be. I’m not entirely sure.”

He nods, groaning exaggeratedly as he stands back to his feet, “Well, m’gonna go see. Be back in a second, yeah?” She manages a yes through her yawn, “And, don’ fall asleep just yet, please.”

“I can try.”

“Try hard,” he taps her leg as he walks out the living room, “For me?”

“Yeah yeah.”

He slowly ascends the stairs, yawning himself, “Damn contagious,” he mumbles.

“Watch your mouth!” Y/N scolds from downstairs and he shakes his head as he chuckles, continuing to trudge on his tired limbs up the steps.

When he reaches Y/D/N’s door, twists the knob before pushing it open, being sure to stay quiet in case she is in fact asleep. He steps inside her pink room, that was beautifully illuminated by a night-light, that projects stars on her ceiling, walking over to the side of her bed before squatting beside it.

Her head is faced away from him, but her chest is rising and falling at a slow pace so he assumes she’s asleep. A pang of disappoint shoots through his chest, but he fights back the urge to wake her and instead stands back to his feet so he can place a kiss on the top of her head. “Goodnight, sweetheart-“ Y/D/N jolts suddenly, and Harry pulls back surprised. She rolls over to him, eyes not quite filled with sleep, before jumping up out of her covers to stand on her mattress.

“Daddy!” she exclaims, wrapping her little arms as close to his neck as their length would allow. She squeals loud in his ear when she lifts her up with both his arms wrapped tight around her middle, peppering kisses all over her face. “Too many kisses!”

“Too many?! I don’t think there’s enough!”

She puts her hands over his lip, pushing away from his face, “No more Daddy.” She giggles.

“Alright, s’time for bed, innit?” he questions, leaning down to tuck her back in, before squatting back in his spot, “S’late.”

Much to Harry’s surprise, she goes down easy, not resisting when he tucks her floral duvet up around her covers. Typically, especially with Harry, she’s quite fussy when it’s time for bed, but she can see in the way she was tubbing her eyes that she was sleepy and very ready to get some rest, “Have a good day with Mumma, yes?”

She hums, “She let me cook with her.”

“Did she? Mumma doesn’t even let me do tha’”

She giggles, “Mumma told me it was because I’m a better cooker.”

“Tha’s probably true, m’love,” he smiles, “Gonna have to show me what you can do, tomorrow.”

She sits up and looks at him with wide eyes, “Can we do it now?”

“Not tonight, baby, gotta go to bed now, yeah?” he kisses her cheek, coaxing her back down, “But we’ve all day tomorrow, don’t we? You can cook for me all day long.”

She smiles and nods her head eagerly, “Okay.”

“Good. Now gimme a kiss,” he taps his cheek, scrunching his nose when she places a big wet kiss to it, “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

He once again kisses her forehead and raises to her feet, “Sweet dreams, baby.”

OKAY THAT ENDING WAS SO SUCKY BUT IM GONNA SAY THIS FOR THE MILLIONTH TIME I HAVE SO MANY REQUESTS AND I DON’T WANT ANYONE TO FEEL LIKE IM iGNORING THEM SO I’M POWERING THROUGH BUT I HOPE YOU ENJOYED!!

[damnpi]

dc; Unsustainable

in response to @sparklepriest​ ‘s letter @drabblechallenge​

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“Oathbreaker.” 

Lazarus muttered the word under his breath like a curse, spat with all the vile venom that his still-swollen tongue could muster. The phrase may have vanished in the canvas of his barren tent, but it rattled around in his brain for several long, lingering minutes.

No matter how many times he rehearsed those three syllables, he could never quite grow acclimated to it. Could he go through the rest of his life with it whispered behind his back and hot on the tongues of friends and foes alike?

He’d certainly been called terrible things before, some of the worst from members in the ‘Guard, but remarks that rang with far less honesty also stung far less, too. Truth was a toxin that caused both his heart and conviction to fall so far that they fled his body through the soles of his worn shoes. If he walked out, then the boy wouldn’t be faced with just a petty insult; it would be an objective observation and a brand that he’d wear for the remainder of his days.

Between his fingers, he twirled and looped an old metal coin that had far more sentimental value than it did material worth. Regardless of its lack of utility, after running it along the tops of his knuckles a few times, Lazarus finally let it fall, face down, into his palm before he clutched it tightly between his fingers and held it to his chest, as if it were the most precious item that he owned.

‘So, it’s down to this again,’ he thought, quietly considering the irony of the situation for a moment; an old habit that the Sunguard had forced him to shed was now going to help him determine if he would continue to serve within its ranks.

Before he could convince himself otherwise, he flipped the coin up onto his forefinger and then into the air with a single fluid movement and a flurry of thoughts. Heads, he kept his oath to the Sunguard. Tails, he kept his word to Eldriana.

But he couldn’t do both. One of his sworn promises would have to be broken.

If he neglected Eldriana for Ithranicus’ training any longer, he was certain that even their friendship would be eradicated right down to its roots. Already there was a look of distrust in her eyes; it spelled a deep regret for ever confiding her most deadly and damning secrets with him. Where she used to breathlessly gush her love for him in between gasps and cries, she instead silently resented him for not being there for her in her time of need, hurt and desperation.

He was no longer her lover; he had become nothing but a liability.

But to walk away from his punishment to tend to her would be walking away from the Sunguard itself and everything that he’d already bought with his blood, sweat and tears... And in that moment, he saw it staring him right in the face: a letter that bore his name had been tucked up into the tight canvas under one of the poles, and he immediately recognized the handwriting as Eldriana’s. The coin hit the floor with a rattle that demanded his attention and snapped him out of his trance, but Lazarus didn’t even cast a glance at what side it had landed on. Instead, he simply stooped down and picked it up enroute to the white parchment. A hand that shook with equal parts anticipation and fear ripped the paper free and broke the virgin seal before bringing the note up to his nose to soak up its contents. Each word struck a chord and played his heartstrings like an instrument, but none more than her last few paragraphs. As she wrote so eloquently and earnestly of victory and triumph, of knowing when to give in and when to stand strong, of bending but never breaking and of changing for the better, his heart melted and he bit back tears, even in his isolation.

Fel-green eyes glanced below the end of her letter, down to his feet where his tabard sat, crumpled and abandoned in the corner. The rogue had ripped it from his body earlier with such a violent force that he’d torn one of the hems and thrown it in frustration. Lifting the leather boot that had come to rest on one of its corners, he bent at the waist to scoop it up and clutch both the filthy, torn cloth and the parchment just under his chin. If she could find the strength and courage to pick herself up, then he could, too.  He’d give it just one more try.