#i'll be getting to more prompts asap! this one just grabbed me by the fucking horns lmao

[thiefbird]

Ok how about Jack/Stephen (or Jack&Stephen) with the prompt "some part of me must have died the first time that you called me baby." AND maybe like play with the later line "some part of me must have died the final time that you called me baby." Like the first time Stephen refers to Jack so lovingly is the last time??Maybe like one of them is dying or something? Angst?? IDK HOW WRITING PROMPT REQUESTS GO!? OK THANK YOU BYE

Yeah - you got it! I write for Dragon Age too, and they have a thing every friday called Dragon Age Drunk Writing Circle where everyone sends each other asks with prompts and pairings; the idea is that you write them that night and post immediately, no editing! It's super fun and I miss doing it, but I'm not super feeling the DA writing bug ATM, and also work friday nights, so it's not feasible.

But I missed prompt writing, so I'm seeking it out on my own!

And ohhhh this is some delicious angst thank you - I will probably change out "baby" for a more period-accurate endearment but lets see what I can come up with...

[Two excerpts from the diaries of Dr Stephen E Maturin, Esq.: the first dated 29 June 1803 - just after the end of the Peace of Amiens - and the second 23 October, 1847 - the day of Admiral Jno. Aubrey's death. These fragments were first published by his (and Admiral Jno. Aubrey's) 5th great-granddaughter, Diana Niamh Lambert, in a collection exploring Dr Maturin's complex relationship with the Aubreys; there are provided here in both their original encoded Catalan and an English translation.]

[the writing on these pages is hasty and sprawling, but neater than anything dated after 1805]

I hardly know how to write - I am aflutter like a girl. My hand is miserable - it sprawls across the page with no respect for the cost of bound pages - but I must sort my thoughts. JA - he is not yet well, of course, the creature; he will not be for many weeks still, so weak and exhausted is he. But he recovers as well as I could hope, though he is occasionally still delirious for some time after waking. I had thought his endearments to me a symptom of his delirium - perhaps he thought me to be SW, the dear girl, or another of his acquaintance, and so he clung to my hand and called me beloved out of his confusion. And yet today, in his waking dream, he called out "Stephen, my soul and love," when he could not find me. I felt as if I should die to hear it - I had not considered even the idea of my affections returned. I know I am letting my heart run away with my head (a state more familiar these last months than since before the failed Uprising) but- If he should- Will I ask him, when he is well? His friendship means so very much to me that I fear risking it on such a chance - I am ever a coward in affairs of the heart, as shown by MO'C and DV both before now - and yet my breast feels so light at the possibility that I cannot imagine staying silent.

[the writing on these pages show evidence of severe arthritis and tremours, as well as what appears to be damage from tears]

He is gone. Jack Aubrey has breathed his last - SA and the children were with him at the end, as was I; even SP was able to make the trip, having relocated to Ireland with Jack's decline. SP and I sit with him now - there are no Church of England rites to be performed, and SA was kind enough to allow us our heathenish, Papist rituals to-night. I have feared this day for so long - an abstract fear near as long as we have known each other (for the atrocities of war are blindingly apparent to a surgeon), and a far more real horror since the death of my beloved Diana. The Dear knows I did not cope well with her loss; I was not a good father to BA for many years after - for she is so like her mother as to have hurt to look at - and I thank Mary every day for CO and PC and SA for caring for my little bird when I could not. Yet I find age has tempered the pain, though I grieve him more fully than I thought possible. He has not been entirely himself these last two or three years together, and I find myself thankful he regained clarity in his last weeks; we could all say our goodbyes in peace with the man we love. His spirits were not unnaturally high nor miserable - he remembered his grandchildren, even our dear little girl - B and G's darling daughter - and doted upon her most sweetly. [there are a few lines here, blurred with water-damage and scratched over too many times to be made out] Oh, Jack- SA and I will not be long behind you, I believe. She is stronger than I, though, and I fear she will soon be alone; my hands - never truly recovered from the French - tremble and ache so fierce I have neglected my writings for many years, my breath rattles in my lungs. I am dying, my love, my loves; I will see you soon, if the Lord has any mercy in his heart for me. I think, perhaps, I have been dying since last night, joy. SA was so kind to give us an hour alone. You called me your soul, your dearest soul, Jack - you called me your love - and I knew you should never do so again; a part of me died to hear you name me such and know it was the final time. Farewell, my captain; give Diana my truest love, and tell her I shall see you both again in less time than it seems.

[noritoshiikamo]

12 or 75 + nori 🥺 but only if you want to bb, take some rest, this block will pass soon <3 ily tee kith kith 💞

give me a character + a prompt and ill give you a drabble:

noritoshi kamo + 75. "You're overworking yourself... Please take a break." oopsss maybe i should rest too this is so self indulging i see whatchu doing sofi

"it's almost 7 am, did you even sleep?"

"i-i woke up early," you stammered, looking up from the laptop screen. sure you might capable of lying through your teeth but the exhausted and disheveled look on your face speaks of else. "you're insane," he stalked towards you, one hand on the back of your chair and another on the desk, peeing down on your screen. your report weren't even halfway done.

"the higher ups has been pestering me and i just want them to shut up," you stifled a yawn, your fingers moving on the keyboard faster than before. the guilt of ignoring your progress has taken a toll on you that kept you up in bed while noritoshi slept peacefully. his hands stopped you, pulling it away from the keyboard, pulling you off the sit with unsatisfied whine escaping your lips.

"nori, just a lil more!"

"you're overworking yourself, please take a break. come," he pushed you in the bathroom, pulling his own shirt off his body in one swift move before blocking the entrance. "you're showering and i'm tucking you to sleep."

"but the re-"

he rolled his eyes, locking the door behind him with annoyance, "no, get in, i'll finish it for you later." he grabbed the edge of the your shirt pulling it over your head and you continued, taking his hand in to the shower. you almost moaned at the feeling of the warm water against your sore muscle, clutching on his arm. you closed your eyes, resting yourself against him while he busied himself.

lathering shampoo and conditioner, you sat in comfortable silence. you weren't surprised when a soft snore escaped your lips. his chest rumbled in laughter. you pouted, wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. "it felt so good," he hummed in agreement, running his hand along your back. you stayed in it for few more minutes before he closed the shower.

he wrapped you up in the fluffy towels, his own around his waist and you continue to the sink where you hoisted yourself up on the ledge. his hand was gentle against your skin, patting your routine in the order he had already memorized. the way his hoarse thumbs brushed against your cheeks were so welcoming, you want to be babied like this for the rest of you life if you could.

"you need some moisturizer too, nori," you insisted as he rubbed yours in. it was a little favour, rubbing your moisturizer against his sharp cheekbones and cheeks, something that nori appreciated a lot.

"i'm trying to take care of you."

"i know," you chirped, flashing your biggest smile, "i am too."

he let you in one of his shirt, putting on a pair of shorts and socks before pulling all the curtain down. the room is now dark and at this point you couldn't hold back your yawns as you sat on the soft bed. you were no longer whining when he pushed you under the cover, instead clutching desperately on his arms. he caved in after a while, resting his chin your shoulder as he spooned you from the back.

"stay, fuck the report, if they want it asap they could've done it themselves."

as his own eyes drooped, noritoshi couldn't agree more.

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