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Prompt: Thief
From the Land of Myth Discord Server: One Word Writing Prompt Game
Word prompt provided by BronteHeart
"That boy is a thief!"
The accusation echoed through the courtroom, unchallenged and unanswered. The cook who'd hurled it stood red-faced before the throne, with Merlin looking uncharacteristically meek beside her. He waited with his head bowed, his hands clasped firmly before him, not daring to lift his gaze from his feet.
Arthur didn't like it.
"What has the boy stolen?" his father asked, signaling his own servant to bring more wine. He was distracted today, and disinterested in such a petty case. Both boded well for Merlin, as long as the idiot didn't say anything to incriminate himself.
"Three rabbits," the cook said. "The very best in Camelot, raised by my own hand and intended for the king's table."
"And what proof do you have against Merlin?" Arthur cut in. It was a good moment—his father had turned to have his goblet filled, and he liked it when Arthur took charge of things.
"He was the only one who had access to their cages after I left last night," the cook said. Her manner was haughty, which would have set Arthur against her even if he hadn't known the accused. She was one of the most important workers in the castle, after all, and Merlin had only been there a few weeks. Uther would have taken her word over Merlin's and been done with it.
Arthur should have done the same. Instead, he folded his arms and said, "Merlin. Did you steal the rabbits?"
"No, sire."
At least he had the sense to use titles in front of the king. Arthur returned his attention to the cook. "Were his quarters searched?"
The woman hesitated. "Yes, but—"
"And were the rabbits found?"
"No, but—"
"Do you have any idea where Merlin might be keeping them?"
She swallows. "No. But I'm certain he—"
"I'm afraid that, without proof, I cannot issue a punishment." Arthur kept his head turned away from his father, trying not to read into the continued silence from the throne. "Should new evidence be found, I shall reconsider my ruling. Until then, I must dismiss this accusation."
The cook stared at him, but she had more sense than to argue. With a somewhat sullen curtsey, she mumbled an acceptance of his judgement and turned away.
"You are too lenient," Uther said, and Arthur suppressed a wince. "A night in the stocks would have wrung the confession out of him."
Arthur let his hands fall to his sides. "That was the last case for today. If you do not require my presence here any longer, I am due at the training fields."
His father dismissed him with a wave, and Arthur strode from the room. Merlin, who had stayed where he was in the middle of the room, hurried silently after him. Arthur led the way into the hall, nodding to the guards to close the great doors behind them.
"Thank you," Merlin said softly, once the guards had shut themselves in the throne room and left him and Arthur in the empty hall. "For believing me, I mean. I wasn't sure you would."
"I don't believe you," Arthur said, crossing his arms again.
Merlin blinked at him. "But... you—"
"I don't think you stole the rabbits," Arthur said. "But I'm sure you had something to do with it. So go on, out with it. Where are they?"
Arthur expected sheepishness, or possibly guilt. Maybe another attempt at a lie. Instead, Merlin raised his chin and said, "I released them into the forest."
Now it was Arthur's turn to blink. "You..." he said weakly, but was unable to think of anything else to say. "Why?"
Merlin looked away, a petulant expression crossing his face. "You wouldn't understand."
"Merlin."
"They were just... the cook kept saying how she was going to kill them, and they just kept looking at me, and their eyes were so big, and..." He trailed off, still not meeting Arthur's gaze.
Arthur took a calming breath. "So you released what was meant to be the king's supper because you thought they were too cute to eat?"
There was a pause, and then Merlin made a motion that was half nod and half shrug.
Arthur wanted to be angry. He wanted to feel the righteous wrath the cook had felt—which his father would have felt, had Merlin confessed before the throne. Instead, he felt a bubble of something light and unfamiliar rising up in his chest, something which may have turned to laughter if he didn't choke it out quickly enough.
So he twisted the sound that wanted to be a laugh into a cough and started down the hallway. "Fetch my armor," he said, clearing his throat for good measure.
Merlin took an unsteady breath. "You're not going to bring me back to your father?"
"You didn't steal the rabbits," Arthur said. "That's the crime I was asked to judge, and I've given my verdict. There's no use revisiting it now. But Merlin..." He turned to look over his shoulder, taking in Merlin's bright eyes and disbelieving smile.
"Yes?" he said eagerly.
Arthur sighed. He had a feeling he was going to regret the inexplicable fondness threatening to attach itself to his new manservant.
"Maybe avoid the rabbit cages from now on."
#merlin#bbc merlin#arthur pendragon#land of myth discord#one word writing prompt#writing prompt game#fanfic#ficlet#mini fic
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the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again
#yeehaw#1k#5k#10k#posts that got cursed. blasted. im making these tag updates after... 19 hours?#also i have been told it should say speech loss bc nonverbal specifically refers to the permanent state. did not know that!#unfortunately i fear it is so far past containment that even if i edited it now it would do very little. but noted for future reference#edit 2: nvm enough ppl have come to rb it from me directly that i changed the wording a bit. hopefully this makes sense#also. in case anyone is curious. though i doubt anyone who is commenting these things will check the original tags#1) my friend did not do this on purpose in any way. it was not intended to distract me or to hit on me. im a lesbian hes a gay man. cmon now#he felt very bad about it afterwards. i thought it was hilarious but it was very embarrassed and apologetic#2) “why didn't he use 🫵🏼?” didn't exist yet. “why didn't he use 🆗?” dunno! we'd been using a lot of hand emojis. 👌🏼 is an ok sign#like it makes sense. it was just a silly mixup. also No i did not invent 👉🏼👌🏼 as a gesture meaning sex. do you live under a rock#3) nonspeaking episodes are a recurring thing in my life and have been since i was born. this is not a quirky one-time thing#it is a pervasive issue that is very frustrating to both myself and the people i am trying to communicate with. in which trying to speak is#extremely distressing and causes very genuine anguish. this post is not me making light of it it's just a funny thing that happened once#it's no different than if i post about a funny thing that happened in conjunction w a physical disability. it's just me talking abt my life#i don't mind character tags tho. those can be entertaining. i don't know what any of you are talking about#Except the ppl who have said this is pego/ryu or wang/xian. those people i understand and respect#if you use it as a writing prompt that's fine but send it to me. i want to see it#aaaand i think that's it. everyday im tempted to turn off rbs on it. it hasn't even been a week
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Elevator.
#hankcon#hankcon bingo 2024#hank anderson#connor rk800#detroit become human#my art#actually the prompt has 1 more word in it but because of Tumblr lets#not. you get it tho.#for the purposes of this one androids have. g3nit4ls.#it’s so weird to write like that anyway uhhh pls don’t tag it as. you know.#nsft
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~ SENSUALITY & PASSION ~ ONE-WORD SMUT PROMPTS
Feel free to use and reblog!
alluring
touch
seduce
insatiable
devour
yearning
squeeze
hazy
arousing
yield
frantic
supple
lascivious
enchanting
need
besotted
desperation
silky
glow
friction
sultry
burning
urgency
titillating
risque
lewd
charm
tempting
ravish
tantalise
attraction
tease
saucy
curves
dazzling
suave
voluptuous
irresistible
sublime
captivating
enigmatic
blow
caress
tentative
gentle
attentive
tumble
release
salacious
carnal
mischievous
shenanigans
lecherous
frisky
amorous
depraved
affection
rub
seek
united
#smut prompts#romantic prompts#romance prompts#one word prompts#writing prompts#prompt list#otp prompts#prompts#otp#writing inspiration#writing ideas#writers on tumblr#writeblr#writing romance#fanfic prompts#60 prompts
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Text: I seek out cults, who all, by nature, invite me in. I am never thirsty these days, but this new one is strange. I can’t seem to leave the small town it’s based in, and everyone’s blood tastes wrong.
#creative writing#writing prompts#i’ve quite literally written this prompt almost word for word before but i love the concept so much you’re seeing it again!#Vampire protagonist who realized cults are free buffets stumbles across one that worships something a little too real#vampires#blood#cults
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aries and the turtle.
Pairing: OPLA!Vinsmoke Sanji x Fem!Reader Word Count: 1,169 words Warnings: None
asterism (noun): a group of stars; a constellation; a cluster of stars
The first thought that comes to Sanji’s mind when he sees you curled up on the kitchen floor, rummaging through the box of herbs and spices, is that you’re the single most beautiful creature he’s ever laid eyes on.
“Darling,” he says softly, leaning against the doorframe and smiling a bit when you startle, “you could’ve woken me up if you wanted a midnight snack.”
“O-Oh! Um.” Your voice colors the gentle calm of night into something warmer – and like always, he’s drawn to it like a moth to a flame, walking over and squatting down next to you as you scramble to put back a jar of paprika. “I’m sorry, Sanji, I – er, well, um …”
“What are you looking for? I’ll help you.”
Under the yellow glow of the lantern, you seem to shrink. You duck your head and mumble into the collar of your pretty nightshirt. “That chamomile and lavender tea you made a couple nights ago …” you begin hesitantly. “I wanted to make some.” Your voice quiets further. “I can’t sleep.”
Sanji frowns, angling his head to catch a glimpse of your face. You do look a little more haggard than normal, your eyelids heavy, your shoulders burdened. His heart aches. How long had you laid in your hammock, tossing and turning, until you couldn’t stand it anymore?
“I see,” he murmurs. “Let’s make that tea right away, then, shall we?”
Sanji quickly finds the flowers and some lemon rinds he had sun-dried last week. You insist on helping at least a little bit despite his protests for you to just relax, fetching two teacups and setting some water on the stove to boil as he measures the right amount of each ingredient to put into the infuser.
Once the water is ready, steam billowing up past your heads and to the ceiling, he pours it into the teapot and covers it to steep.
(You don’t say anything while the two of you wait, and although Sanji yearns to coax a smile and a sweet conversation from you, he contents himself with the silence as well, which is just as sweet. You sneak glances at him every once in a while, though. He knows because he does the same, and the attention sends a thrill through his chest.)
Time passes. He pours the tea – first for you, then for him.
“Tell me when.” The silence breaks once more as Sanji spoons some honey into your cup.
“That’s good.”
He stirs the tea up, hands it to you. You blow across the top of it and then take a sip as he watches attentively.
“How does the madam like it?” he asks.
You exhale and meet his eyes for a split second before quickly looking away. A small smile touches your lips. “It’s perfect,” you reply from behind the cup. “Thank you, Sanji.”
Warmth stains his cheeks a gentle pink.
“The sky is clear tonight,” he ventures hopefully as he adds two teaspoons of honey for himself. He picks up his cup and gestures at the open door. “Stars and tea pair well together, if you have an appetite for it.”
You bite your bottom lip. His gaze immediately darts down to it, and he swallows, throat suddenly dry.
“Sure,” you whisper.
And so Sanji gains another precious sliver of time with you. Elbows resting on the railing, hot tea and your presence protecting him from the cold, he stands out on the deck of the Going Merry and tilts his head back to look up at the sky.
He knows how much you love the stars. They are one of the few topics you can talk about without your usual shyness, and he thinks of you every time he sees them, pinpricks of pure light shining through the darkness, guiding weary sailors home. Sometimes he thinks you must have been one yourself, carried down from the heavens. Ethereal. Out of reach.
“This time of year,” you say, and Sanji turns his attention over to the stars reflected in your eyes, “you can see my constellation.”
“Yours?” he questions.
“Yes. Those three stars over there.” Your arm stretches out to point at something on the left, your finger tracing an arc in the sky. “In my home village, parents dedicate their newborns to a constellation three days after birth. Mine dedicated me to the turtle.”
A turtle. That fits you incredibly well, he thinks to himself fondly, considering your quiet tenacity. “How come?”
“Turtles represent good luck and a long life.”
“I see. Well, do you think you’ve had good luck so far in life?”
You hum thoughtfully, looking down into your tea.
“I think so,” you say after some time, hushed. “I’m here, aren’t I?”
A chuckle escapes him. “I would argue that you’re the one who’s brought good luck to us, sweetheart.”
You bite back a smile and whisper a small ‘oh’ as he gently bumps your shoulder with his own. Even now, you’re unused to compliments, but no matter; he’ll praise you at every turn until you finally realize you deserve every word of it.
There’s a brief period of silence before he asks, “What do you think my constellation would be?”
“Your constellation?” It doesn’t take long at all before you reply, pointing upward into a spread of stars that he could never even begin to puzzle out, “The ram. Some call it Aries.”
“What does it mean?”
This question seems to fluster you. You cough and stammer for a few seconds. He sips his tea, the beverage sweet and floral on his tongue as he waits.
“Rams … are artists at heart,” you finally say, glancing over at him. Your eyes, normally wary and somber, glitter. “They’re strong and passionate, but also gentle and kind.”
Oh.
Sanji can feel a blush creeping up his neck to his cheeks. God. Surely, you’ll be the death of him, saying something like that so honestly and with eyes that look like that. He’d move heaven and earth for you if you asked.
“I’ll dedicate my life to living up to those qualities,” he breathes once he can speak again. “Just as much as you’ll live up to yours.”
You take a sharp breath.
“You already do,” he hears you whisper.
And Sanji truly, truly cannot resist anymore.
Your name leaves his lips. He reaches out, hand departing from the dying heat of the teacup and seeking out yours.
You do not pull away when his fingertips brush your cool skin over the railing; instead, you let him turn your hand over until palm touches palm, until the spaces between his fingers are filled with your own and his heart beats to the rhythm of yours.
Sanji squeezes your hand, and every cell in his body begs to falter and fall at your feet.
You rest your head on his shoulder.
The tea cools. But the stars remain as brilliant as ever, and your hand stays warm in his, and everything – everything is beautiful.
#aesthetic words prompt list#opla#one piece#sanji x reader#vinsmoke sanji x reader#vinsmoke sanji#sanji#opla sanji#one piece live action#opla fanfiction#one piece fanfiction#reader insert#trying to write from sanji's pov is like. how can i show that this man is absolutely on his knees all the time for reader#just look at him. just.look.asdhgjkl#also i just think !! looking at the stars would be a great date idea w any of the straw hats while at sea#:<
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Unrequited/One-sided Radioapple but it isn't treated like an angsty end of the world thing.
Imagine they slowly get closer after all the banters, and eventually becoming close friends. Lucifer ends up catching feelings for him, and after a long while, decides to confess and ask Alastor if he felt the same.
Alastor admittedly does not feel the same.
He's getting uncomfortable, struggling to keep his composure because he's DONE this before. He KNOWS how this ends. He remembers Vox and all his insistent declarations of affection and desperate pleas for Alastor to reciprocate; the possessive entitlement. He remembers how all those sickly sweet words morphed into something venomous when he didn't give the lowlife what he wanted. He remembers the anger, the ridiculous notion that it was Alastor's fault why he was so mad, that Alastor led him on and that he obviously deserved something in payment for it all-
So yes, Alastor knows how this ends.
It doesn't mean he isn't disappointed though, because he actually LIKES Lucifer, far more than he ever did Vox. Perhaps not in the way the king might have wanted, but he did. He treasured their little talks, their drinking sessions, their shared love for their instruments, Lucifers singing, their little duets, the banter, the playful jabs, the sparring.
He'd even slowly grown accustomed to the other's touches, not feeling the same surge of disgust and discomfort whenever the shorter man would grab at his arm in excitement, forgetting his usual thoughtfulness of Alastor's touch aversion for the short moment of whatever distracted him. Alastor even enjoyed it at times, relaxing at the feel of soft feathers beneath his claws, or the sensation of gentle scratches against his ears.
Difficult as it was to admit, Alastor had grown to care for the angel, the same way he had for Rosie orv Mimzy.
But no matter how fond Alastor was of Lucifer, it didn't change the fact that he didn't feel the same way romantically, or even sexually. No way in the 7 rings of Hell was he going to lie to Lucifer about either, not going to even entertain the idea of pretending he reciprocated for Lucifer's sake. He respected his friend too much for that.
So a clear, direct rejection it is. It was a shame, but nothing could be done. He said his piece concisely, and waited, shoulders set, back straight, smile and eyes a careful blank canvas as he prepared for the inevitable.
Lucifer nodded, a normal soft smile still in place, "Thank you for your answer, it means a lot."
Which......what? Alastor expected an outburst, or at the very least sharp words.
What he did NOT expect was....acceptance? And not just that but, a happy one? Contentment?????
"You're....alright with that?", he had to ask, he had to. Lucifer was clearly just very good at masking his upset.
But the damn angel just smiled?? And it didn't even look fake, just as bright and soft as his normal smiles, albeit a little confused?? Lucifer smiled at him, his brows furrowing in a bit of confused disbelief, as though Alastor is being the weird one here.
"Uhh, yeah??? Why wouldn't I be??? Yeah I may have some feelings for you but its not like you're obligated to feel the same. Above anything else, we're friends first and foremost and i'm alright with that..."
Then he seemed to have reached his own little conclusion as his words trailed off, because suddenly Lucifer's eyes widened in realization of something, and his words picking up with a sense of panicked urgency.
Alastor would really like to know what Lucifer's supposed realization was about himself because he had absolutely no clue.
"I mean, we ARE still friends right?? I don't- I- I hope this doesn't like- change your opinion of me. You're not- oh gosh I'm not making you uncomfortable am I? I- I won't mention it! You can even forget this whole confession ever happened! We can just go on as before! I don't feel any different or would act any different! Honest! I mean, I don't regret confessing because you deserve to know and I'm not ashamed of my feelings, but I don't want you to be uncomfortable! It doesn't change the way i'll treat you! Or change any aspect of our relationship! I don't even think I like you more as a lover than as a friend! I really, really do love our friendship, it matters more to me than any thoughts of being in a romantic relationship with you! So please just forget it all-"
Alastor let the word vomit wash over him, every word leaving him more confused by the minute.
Because yes, there's the desperation he expected, but...it was more about, convincing Alastor to remain friends?? Reassuring Alastor that nothing has to change?? That their friendship is the most important thing here??
(If anyone asks, no Alastor's heart didn't swell. Only lesser beings would have had the urge to cry, and Alastor is anything but.)
Lucifer is unknowingly reassuring Alastor of every single one of his insecurities about the situation. Because Alastor DID want to remain friends, he cared too much about the man to let it go so easily. It was rare to find people who treasure friendships above romantic relationships.
"I don't tend to forget easily, nor will I forget this one in particular.", he spoke, finally finding his voice. At Lucifer's defeated, pained expression( is their friendship really that important to him?), he continued. "But....yes. I'd like that.. To remain...friends."
He didn't often say the word out loud, being comfortable enough with each other that it need not be reassured with the label. But with Lucifer brightening up like his namesake, relief and happiness palpable, Alastor felt no qualms at declaring their friendship out loud.
So life went on as usual. True to his word, Lucifer remained basically the same. The following weeks were a bit stilted for Alastor, as he put some rather painful distance between him and the angel; limiting their interactions, their usual touches.
Anytime now, Lucifer would break and show his true colors, Alastor would think, waiting for the boot to drop. Lucifer would end up angry, and dissatisfied, and that was that.
But it never happened. Lucifer never expressed discomfort when Alastor avoided him, seeming to be understanding of the others need for space. He was just as affectionate as before, though initially a bit held back, as though gauging Alastor's comfort.
Months would pass, and the king never faltered. Their friendship remained strong, if not growing ever closer than before. Alastor found himself even growing more comfortable with the man. Affectionate touches were becoming common, hugs and head pats and cuddles being a welcome thing, with the reassurance that the shorter king would never disrespect his boundaries.
Lucifer seemed genuinely happy about it, despite being clearly told that none of Alastor's actions hinted at anything romantic. In fact, he seemed ecstatic that Alastor was getting more affectionate towards him as a friend. The embarrassment the radio demon felt at having Lucifer basically tear up (no really, he was crying so hard, full on drama sobbing) with joy in front of him was intertwined with the sheer incredulous fondness he felt for the man at that moment.
They were sitting at a couch one night, more than a year passing since that confession. Lucifer was leaning back, resting against the cushions, while Alastor had his head on the smaller one's shoulder, nuzzling at the crook of his neck, legs tucked close to his body. Both had a book in hand, two nearly empty cups of tea on the table in front of them. Every so often, Lucifer would flex his fingers that rested on Alastor's head, running a digit against the other's ear, often prompting the demon to lean into the touch. White wings enveloped the two, blanketing them against the chill of the night.
As Alastor turned the page of his own book, relaxing into the touch of his dearest friend, he wondered how he ever got so lucky in hell.
#this may have gotten away from me lmao#this was supposed to be a rlly short prompt of 'Unrequited love but overbrimming friendship' but instead i typed out this word vomit-#i don't know if im labeling things right here??? this may not look platonic tk others but ig im sort of projecting here#bc i want friendships like this soo badd. i mean this is still platonic right??? this is normal friendship behavior like come onnn#I've been teased about being ace bc of this mindset but i always just go RIGHT this is how friendship works y'all blind😭😭😭#bloopnik writing#bloopnik rambles#radioapple#appleradio#platonic radioapple#platonic relationships#aroace alastor#alastor hazbin hotel#alastor hazbin#hazbin hotel alastor#hazbin alastor#alastor#duckiedeer#unrequited feelings#BUT NOT UNREQUITED LOVE HELL YEA#one sided radiostatic#lucifer morningstar#hazbin hotel#THEY LOVE EACH OTHER SO MUCH AND ITS BEAUTIFUL#queerplatonic#i think#fic#fanfic#radiosilence
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John Constantine was in prison.
No, not a normal, mortal prison. Those wouldn't be able to hold him like this one does.
No, he's imprisoned in the Infinity Realm.
The warden of the establishment is Walker, someone whose blood sings Witch Hunter.
If that wasn't bad enough, with every second, it gets worse. Angels decided to interfere in a realm not in possession of their God.
Who's idea was it to go against the Infintiy Realm? Are they nuts?
"John Constantine," One of the messangers steps forward. There is no weapon in sight, yet.
"Under the scrutiny of Heaven, we were sent to retrieve you for a trial." Their voice clipped, blond hair shimmering a soft green and John is sweating buckets.
"Your deals with various demon folk and such shall be judged unter gods court and—"
A loud bang echoes through the hall, Walker's men are surrounding the beings of heaven and particular brave soul steps forward.
The lad is young, can't be older than Bat's Robin. He walks with an air of authority, white hair floating against gravity's rules and towering before the flock of messangers.
"How dare—"
The boy, the godling– growls.
He blocks their view of Constantine, staring them down.
Some of the angels fall back, wings arched and ready for a fight, weapons still not in sight however.
"I am Phantom, King of God's of the Infinity Realm." The child with a title too much for such small shoulders bear, introduces himself.
It sends the flock into mild panic. Constantine is just a bit satisfied at the change.
"Returns to your god and tell him this, every Constantine bearing the title Laughing Magician is under my protection."
For such a small stature, his voice is booming, the command thinly veiled as a threat and icicles forming around him.
"Tell him that if he ever dares to breach my territory once more, I will not hesitate to call war upon heaven."
The main angel of the flock, the one that had read out Constantines sentence, hesitated only for a moment before urging the others to leave.
Posture stiff and movements jerky.
They didn't expect to be told off like this, John muses.
He only slightly dreads when phantoms attention drifts to him finally, a light knock on the metal bars and the whole wall was gone.
"Follow me, John Constantine."
And John does.
He'll sweet talk himself out of this on the way to his doom. Like always.
—
("Unpopular belief, but I actually quite like you." Danny had stated once in the garden, sitting on a table and drinking tea. John hadn't touched his cup nor desert at all, cannot trust those of the infinite after all.)
(A rip into the green before them had created a portal, a gateway.
"Leave, Laughing Magician. Hold onto that necklace, it will ward off anyone with the intent to harm and deals as a warning to those working for the immortal."
And as John steps forward, his eyes meet toxic green.
"We will see one another again, sooner or later. Farewell, Jester."
The portal spat him out in his apartment in New York, if it wasn't for the protection charm, Constantine would have believed it to be a mere dream. A warning.)
#dcxdp#dpxdc#dp x dc crossover#fic prompt#writing prompt#dc x dp prompt#let me share my world builidng here#implied that god in constantine is one of the kings#there are many king of gods#theyre usually the leaders of a realm and together create the council of Yggdrasil#god wants to have words with Constantine#u guys can decide whats up with heaven to have beef with connie#connie is dannys favorite to watcg#this mans life is a shit show#dannys eating sm popcorn#wdym GOD wants his man??? aint no way hes getting whats MINE#-danny#god may have created everyhting they know#might be older than time itself#but they are not older than the infinite#the realms of the unruly#the glue between everything that is to exist and has already been done#god cant fight what is not theirs#every realms of king of gods is just a masisve dick measure contest tbf
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Wade with a massive crush on The Wolverine before meeting his Logan:
Wade after spending two days with his Logan and falling head over heels in love with him:
#wade's eyes fell on logan and he knew that logan was the one for him#logan had a few words with a stranger and felt a pull#a pull so intense that logan decided to go with the stranger#they clicked instantly#deadpool and wolverine#wade wilson#james logan howlett#poolverine#deadclaws#peanutbub#old man yaoi#imagine your otp#otp prompts#writing promt#marvel memes#mcu avengers edits#ryan reynolds#hugh jackman#deadpool x wolverine#mischievous thunder
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.☽༊˚ three hundred one-word prompts
¹⁾ balcony
²⁾ sunlight
³⁾ voicemail
⁴⁾ hillside
⁵⁾ tent
⁶⁾ lavender
⁷⁾ candle
⁸⁾ hipbone
⁹⁾ bandaid
¹⁰⁾ wrinkle
¹¹⁾ scar
¹²⁾ curtains
¹³⁾ armory
¹⁴⁾ shell
¹⁵⁾ bouquet
¹⁶⁾ necklace
¹⁷⁾ shotgun
¹⁸⁾ apricot
¹⁹⁾ cheek
²⁰⁾ floorboards
²¹⁾ jacket
²²⁾ bruise
²³⁾ flight
²⁴⁾ streetlight
²⁵⁾ carafe
²⁶⁾ lipstick
²⁷⁾ scars
²⁸⁾ poolside
²⁹⁾ cockpit
³⁰⁾ petals
³¹⁾ mirror
³²⁾ lawyer
³³⁾ cloudy
³⁴⁾ butcher
³⁶⁾ bleach
³⁷⁾ sawdust
³⁸⁾ crib
³⁹⁾ ribbon
⁴⁰⁾ wallet
⁴¹⁾ pearls
⁴²⁾ steam
⁴³⁾ chain
⁴⁴⁾ deckhand
⁴⁵⁾ whiskey
⁴⁶⁾ frost
⁴⁷⁾ lace
⁴⁸⁾ camping
⁴⁹⁾ bakery
⁵⁰⁾ traitor
⁵¹⁾ cherries
⁵²⁾ lightning
⁵³⁾ hide
⁵⁴⁾ tattoo
⁵⁵⁾ bonfire
⁵⁶⁾ reverse
⁵⁷⁾ passenger
⁵⁸⁾ speedboat
⁵⁹⁾ bare
⁶⁰⁾ concrete
⁶¹⁾ lieutenant
⁶²⁾ chili
⁶³⁾ tiptoe
⁶⁴⁾ office
⁶⁵⁾ skull
⁶⁶⁾ bikini
⁶⁷⁾ cabinet
⁶⁸⁾ lumber
⁶⁹⁾ laboratory
⁷⁰⁾ paint
⁷¹⁾ arch
⁷²⁾ bitter
⁷³⁾ staircase
⁷⁴⁾ priority
⁷⁵⁾ cell
⁷⁶⁾ subordinate
⁷⁷⁾ tapes
⁷⁸⁾ mangoss
⁷⁹⁾ bralette
⁸⁰⁾ whiplash
⁸¹⁾ syringe
⁸²⁾ cinnamon
⁸³⁾ tequila
⁸⁴⁾ garden
⁸⁵⁾ cigarette
⁸⁶⁾ sofa
⁸⁷⁾ rain
⁸⁸⁾ teammate
⁸⁹⁾ oleander
⁹⁰⁾ boss
⁹¹⁾ pillar
⁹²⁾ amethyst
⁹³⁾ footpath
⁹⁴⁾ driver
⁹⁵⁾ massage
⁹⁶⁾ stitches
⁹⁷⁾ jeans
⁹⁸⁾ brand
⁹⁹⁾ blackout
¹⁰⁰⁾ sunglasses
¹⁰¹⁾ lunar
¹⁰²⁾ velvet
¹⁰³⁾ captain
¹⁰⁴⁾ afternoon
¹⁰⁵⁾ ivy
¹⁰⁶⁾ salty
¹⁰⁷⁾ portrait
¹⁰⁸⁾ strawberries
¹⁰⁹⁾ torn
¹¹⁰⁾ cocktails
¹¹¹⁾ roommate
¹¹²⁾ bridge
¹¹³⁾ table
¹¹⁴⁾ hotel
¹¹⁵⁾ jasmine
¹¹⁶⁾ armchair
¹¹⁷⁾ satin
¹¹⁸⁾ bedsheet
¹¹⁹⁾ hedgerow
¹²⁰⁾ thigh
¹²¹⁾ cliff
¹²²⁾ gravel
¹²³⁾ apartment
¹²⁴⁾ keycard
¹²⁵⁾ coffee
¹²⁶⁾ babysitter
¹²⁷⁾ fire
¹²⁸⁾ chalk
¹²⁹⁾ hurricane
¹³⁰⁾ crickets
¹³¹⁾ amber
¹³²⁾ sherriff
¹³³⁾ lamplight
¹³⁴⁾ flag
¹³⁵⁾ airport
¹³⁶⁾ gasoline
¹³⁷⁾ cherub
¹³⁸⁾ clementine
¹³⁹⁾ scalpel
¹⁴⁰⁾ motel
¹⁴¹⁾ parish
¹⁴²⁾ lighter
¹⁴³⁾ highrise
¹⁴⁴⁾ crowbar
¹⁴⁵⁾ sundress
¹⁴⁶⁾ newspaper
¹⁴⁷⁾ screws
¹⁴⁸⁾ uniform
¹⁴⁹⁾ gold
¹⁵⁰⁾ buckshots
¹⁵¹⁾ coast
¹⁵²⁾ handcuffs
¹⁵³⁾ gunpowder
¹⁵⁴⁾ badge
¹⁵⁵⁾ orchids
¹⁵⁶⁾ chef
¹⁵⁷⁾ levee
¹⁵⁸⁾ tea
¹⁵⁹⁾ helicopter
¹⁶⁰⁾ cemetery
¹⁶¹⁾ ice
¹⁶²⁾ heirloom
¹⁶³⁾ tarpaulin
¹⁶⁴⁾ rural
¹⁶⁵⁾ sergeant
¹⁶⁶⁾ tsunami
¹⁶⁷⁾ lemon
¹⁶⁸⁾ debt
¹⁶⁹⁾ skyscraper
¹⁷⁰⁾ caramel
¹⁷¹⁾ hottub
¹⁷²⁾ rum
¹⁷³⁾ pet
¹⁷⁴⁾ tradition
¹⁷⁵⁾ perfume
¹⁷⁶⁾ bracelet
¹⁷⁷⁾ secretary
¹⁷⁸⁾ degree
¹⁷⁹⁾ braids
¹⁸⁰⁾ prescription
¹⁸¹⁾ invitation
¹⁸²⁾ cocoa
¹⁸³⁾ ransom
¹⁸⁴⁾ boxers
¹⁸⁵⁾ theatre
¹⁸⁶⁾ mascara
¹⁸⁷⁾ sand
¹⁸⁸⁾ collar
¹⁸⁹⁾ shoulder
¹⁹⁰⁾ lipgloss
¹⁹¹⁾ membership
¹⁹²⁾ heatwave
¹⁹³⁾ disco
¹⁹⁴⁾ cabin
¹⁹⁵⁾ popcorn
¹⁹⁶⁾ altar
¹⁹⁷⁾ radio
¹⁹⁸⁾ bayou
¹⁹⁹⁾ bodyguard
²⁰⁰⁾ glitter
²⁰¹⁾ mustache
²⁰²⁾ protector
²⁰³⁾ contacts
²⁰⁴⁾ bullets
²⁰⁵⁾ groceries
²⁰⁶⁾ raspberry
²⁰⁷⁾ microphone
²⁰⁸⁾ coconut
²⁰⁹⁾ villain
²¹⁰⁾ earlobe
²¹¹⁾ purse
²¹²⁾ flood
²¹³⁾ shot
²¹⁴⁾ windbreaker
²¹⁵⁾ granite
²¹⁶⁾ highway
²¹⁷⁾ eggshells
²¹⁸⁾ hoarse
²¹⁹⁾ chocolates
²²⁰⁾ trembling
²²¹⁾ buttercream
²²²⁾ rings
²²³⁾ holster
²²⁴⁾ briefcase
²²⁵⁾ wrist
²²⁶⁾ piercings
²²⁷⁾ cowboy
²²⁸⁾ ashes
²²⁹⁾ ankle
²³⁰⁾ neroli
²³¹⁾ orchard
²³²⁾ tires
²³³⁾ salmon
²³⁴⁾ peaches
²³⁵⁾ rooftop
²³⁶⁾ toast
²³⁷⁾ gala
²³⁸⁾ sage
²³⁹⁾ graduation
²⁴⁰⁾ reporter
²⁴¹⁾ belt
²⁴²⁾ antidote
²⁴³⁾ ship
²⁴⁴⁾ officer
²⁴⁵⁾ wine
²⁴⁶⁾ corridor
²⁴⁷⁾ cold
²⁴⁸⁾ hangover
²⁴⁹⁾ fingertip
²⁵⁰⁾ vintage
²⁵¹⁾ cupcake
²⁵²⁾ saviour
²⁵³⁾ gentleman
²⁵⁴⁾ loan
²⁵⁵⁾ hostage
²⁵⁶⁾ evergreen
²⁵⁷⁾ denial
²⁵⁸⁾ housewife
²⁵⁹⁾ riverbank
²⁶⁰⁾ marshmallows
²⁶¹⁾ books
²⁶²⁾ hockey
²⁶³⁾ lizard
²⁶⁴⁾ silver
²⁶⁵⁾ dinner
²⁶⁶⁾ pear
²⁶⁷⁾ bound
²⁶⁸⁾ waiter
²⁶⁹⁾ tender
²⁷⁰⁾ fallen
²⁷¹⁾ banquet
²⁷²⁾ announcement
²⁷³⁾ roast
²⁷⁴⁾ sneer
²⁷⁵⁾ exes
²⁷⁶⁾ stovetop
²⁷⁷⁾ brass
²⁷⁸⁾ clay
²⁷⁹⁾ valet
²⁸⁰⁾ schoolbus
²⁸¹⁾ exhausted
²⁸²⁾ field
²⁸³⁾ hoodie
²⁸⁴⁾ sugar
²⁸⁵⁾ palmtree
²⁸⁶⁾ burnt
²⁸⁷⁾ diner
²⁸⁸⁾ snake
²⁸⁹⁾ fever
²⁹⁰⁾ domestic
²⁹¹⁾ plaid
²⁹²⁾ wreck
²⁹³⁾ courtyard
²⁹⁴⁾ dozen
²⁹⁵⁾ earphones
²⁹⁶⁾ blueberry
²⁹⁷⁾ anklet
²⁹⁸⁾ shower
²⁹⁹⁾ venom
³⁰⁰⁾ lover
#for those of you who also need to find one singular Perfect word to get you to start writing. ily we are cursed to be like this 😔#prompts#one word prompts#one word prompt list#prompt list#writing prompts#writing exercise#rp meme#otp prompts#soft prompts#imagine your otp#otp writing#aesthetic prompts#word prompts
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Prompt: Precarious
From the Land of Myth Discord Server: One Word Writing Prompt Game
Word prompt provided by The New York Times Word of the Day
“Gaius!” Merlin screamed.
Gaius’s heart lodged in his throat. The vial he’d been holding dropped from suddenly nerveless fingers, shattering at his feet. Merlin’s voice had been muffled by the closed door, but Gaius could hear him moving about his room. He’d sounded frantic, desperate.
Panicked.
And anything dangerous enough to panic a sorcerer of Merlin’s abilities would have no trouble with Gaius.
His pulse pounding in his ears, Gaius moved as quickly as his aching bones allowed him, fairly running up the steps to Merlin’s room and throwing open the door. He’d expected—well, he’d been trying not to picture what kind of horror was taking place within, but the scene which greeted him was nothing he could have imagined.
Merlin stood on his bed, reaching futilely for the top of his wardrobe, atop which perched a tiny white dragon. She had grown in the time since Merlin had brought her home (against Gaius’s wishes) and was now the size of a small cat. She looked cat-like now, sitting at the edge of the wardrobe with her tail wrapped around her feet, gazing down at her half-hysterical handler from wide, disinterested eyes.
“Gaius!” Merlin gasped, spinning to face him. “Please, you have to help!”
“What…?” It was all Gaius could manage, frowning at the scene and searching for the source of Merlin’s agitation. “What is the matter?”
Merlin twisted the edge of his tunic in his hands, wringing the fabric between long, scorched fingers. “I can’t get her down!” he said, despair sharpening his voice. “She’s still just a baby, Gaius. She’ll fall!”
Gaius frowned at the dragon. Her position looked anything but precarious. “How did she get up?”
“She climbed, I think. Or jumped. She’s getting good at that, but she’s still a little clumsy, and if she falls, she’ll hit the end of the bed or the table or—”
“Merlin,” Gaius said, willing his voice to stay calm. “She is a dragon. She can fly.”
At that moment, Aithusa apparently decided she’d had enough of whatever game she’d been playing. She stood and arched her spine, lifting her wings high as if proving Gaius’s point. With a flick of her tail, she leaped off the wardrobe and soared gracefully downward, where Merlin stood ready to catch her.
“Oh!” he cried, pulling the creature against his chest and easily dodging the playful, snapping bites she aimed at his chin. “Gaius, you did it!”
Gaius raised an eyebrow and frowned. “But I didn’t—”
“I knew you’d know what to do,” Merlin said, beaming. He stroked Aithusa’s snout until she let out a contented chirp and settled on the bed. “Thank you!”
The tension went out of him as he listened to Merlin alternate between admonishing the baby dragon for her reckless behavior and praising her for her beauty and skill. He let out a sigh and backed out of the room, closing the door behind him.
“I told you Gaius would save the day,” Merlin said quietly, still completely absorbed in his dragon. “You can always rely on Gaius.”
With warmth replacing the fear that had coursed through him only moments before, Gaius took up his broom to clean up the remains of yet another broken vial.
#merlin#bbc merlin#gaius#land of myth discord#one word writing prompt#word prompt game#fanfic#ficlet#mini fic#fluff#aithusa
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I was reading about how big and apocalyptic hailstones can be, as you do (we only get the tiny ones where I live), and I can't help thinking it seems like such a fantasyland concept. Lumps of ice big enough to kill you just fall from the sky sometimes? Usually a lot at once? Clearly you've pissed off something supernatural, and you'd better figure out what.
(Alternately, you might cast your own spell that makes the hailstones splash into water on contact, or flowers, or who knows what else. Repopulate The Frog Population With This One Simple Trick Mistake. Whoops, that was the wrong spell. No one will notice, right?)
#writing prompts#the story potential is vast#and not just for the incredibly deadly hazard that big hailstones are#the kind around here are quaint in comparison to some regions#hail#magic#weather#in fantasyland#I know that's supposed to be two words but I like it better as one so there#I say this as a professional writer and editor: neener neener spellcheck; you can't tell me what to do
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You know what? Fuck it
DC x DP prompt #3
I think at least lmao.
Anyway! Jason starts making videos on YouTube for one reason or another (is really stressed, no one listens to his rants Abt books who cares). His content is mostly bad books he read or really really really long rants Abt pride and prejudice. Like 3 hours on one tiny detail he noticed on his 214th read through.
He's kinda popular, mostly bc his terrible books videos. He talks Abt the ones that made him the most mad, which coincidentally are mostly romance and supernatural. Like he's one of the well known figures in the supernatural romance critique group (whcih is pretty small, but well). (Also he doesn't show his face on camera, bc secret identity and stuff, it's just his voice over a video of something mundane, like the sky or a room in which is a fly or something)
And now this can go two ways, that i can think of (w dead on main in mind at least)
1) one day Jason finds a book which is supernatural romance and is actually good. It has a kidna cliche system for the supernatural stuff, but with a refreshing twist. The characters have depts and flaws, yet are still very likable. The plot is actually interesting and overall the story's theme is death, not belonging anywhere and overall stuff that is very close to Jason's heart. The story doesn't shy away from violence and it is suprisingly accurate.
(I'm.gonna reblog this w pretty long idea of what this book could be Abt, bc i don't wanna annoy ppl lol)
Anyway Jason kinda falls in love w it, and it becomes famous for being the first novel Jason rated positively or something.
Meanwhile Danny, who was told by jazz writing is good way to get his feeling out, and just wanted to make a quick buck, is really fucking confused how tf did his book become so popular and who tf is this nerd who rates books for a living.
(basically big fan Jason and suspicious/awkward Danny lmao)
2) there is a famous series on Jason profile. It's the worst fucking series he ever read and it's just fucking awful. All the characters are fucking terrible, always going on and on about one thing, the romance sucks in a way that isnt even funny. Jason would love to believe some wrote this as a joke, if it wasn't for the absolute cringefest this was, and it wasn't a whole ass series!! Like who writes 12 books for a joke?
Danny ducking Fenton that's who. Dude was so ducking annoyed at his rogues, he threatened them w writing a terrible romance novels abt them. The ghosts, knowing his terrible grade in literature backed off for a moment, before someone crossed the line. And write Danny did. It was the worst thing he had ever written, the love interest was perfect caricature yet still faithfully go the original. And Danny, because fuck them he lost sommuch sleep over that one prank, decided to publish it. (The book was pretty thin so it didn't take that much time writing it). Unfortunately it became immensely popular in the infinite realm. So the ghosts started crossing lines on purpose. Before Danny figured it out, he had already published his fifth book and was writing another three. After some bargaining, getting a book written Abt them as a piece of shit love interest became a reward.
And while yeah, he had to say his writing was terrible and the books sucked, some small part of him was kinda proud y'know? Like a mother of her twelve ugly as fuck toddlers.
So when he saw some nerd on the internet not only shit talk his book, but also get money of it?
Danny decided to haunt him (just like his books did him, now that everyone knew Abt them thanks to this guy)
(enemies (sorta it's not that serious tho) to lovers ala terrible writer Danny who hates his books and kinda famous YouTuber hasn't who also hates Danny's books)
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Fuck this is way too long wtf. Anyway imma reblog this w 1) book idea. Might add whatever i think the twelve books could be Abt. Pls if u want to add anything to this pls do!!
#dc x dp#dp x dc#dp x dc crossover#crossover#dcxdp#dp x dc writing prompt#jason todd#danny fenton#writing prompt#dead on main#youtuber jason#jason the youtuber lmao#writer danny#they r so dumb wtf#also i imagine batfam doesnt know and they find out by either jason crying abt how good this book is and how he needs to meet the author#and how he needs to make a video abt it or 2) the same thing but hes pissed off bc he juzt spend his time to read that abomination and#just wants to kill danny lmao#im not sorry#ghost zone#also i imagine the first one to get a book abt them is kitty w johny 13 as a guest and its just romeo ajd juliet parody#in jasons words the bike has the most personality lmao#zucchinicurses
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constellations (for the ask game!)
Constellations
There are stars in her eyes and he never wants to be the reason for them to lose their light.
She feels her partners finger, gliding over her back, caressing the skin. Drawing constellations on her body like she was his universe.
It was a scene right out of a romcom. Lying next to each other on the grass and staring at the sky, they tried to come up with stories about the different constellations they could find.
He was able to identify all the constellations in the starry sky and she was not getting tired of listening to him talking about all of them.
It was a thoughtful gift. A framed picture of the constellations that had been above their head the moment they had met.
The constellation of power in this group was obvious and while it didn't need an explanation, maybe it did need a riot.
One Word Prompt Lists
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DPXDC Prompt #96
Everyone knew when your soulmate died as the bracelet like band around your wrist would stop glowing. But thankfully there was a way to summon the spirit of your soulmate to allow you some closure of some kind. Most people don’t as by the time their band stopped glowing they had married and assumed the parter they were with was their soulmate. Magic did exist to find out your soulmate but few people could actually afford the ingredients which were quite expensive.
Of course Damian would be upset when his band stopped glowing when he was 14. His grandfather had told him never to pursue his soulmate as it would be seen as a weakness within the league to exploit. Father however had the means to acquire what was needed to find out your soulmate and they had plans just like with Grayson, and maybe Todd if he felt like it, to perform the ritual to find them. Damian was looking forward to his too but to find out his soulmate died before he’d even get the chance?
Damian broods on this for months before deciding fuck it I’m doing the summoning ritual. For some reason the ritual summons a kid his age whom very much wasn’t dead. He wasn’t sure what was going on but he’d for sure find out.
#dp x dc prompt#dp x dc#dc x dp#danny fenton#danny phantom#writing prompt#damian wayne#dead serious#Danny and Damian are soulmates#danny fenton x damian wayne#soulmate au#poor danny#I was debating how to word this one to make it distinct from others I’ve done#Summoning the ghost of your soulmate au#The band stays unlit even if Danny turns back human in this one#Danny probably has some deep existential crisis after finding that tidbit out#This idea has so much potential for angst it’s not even funny#my asks are open
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Hiii @embroiderling here. For the way you said I love you, can I ask for 31? Or 27. Or 25 😂 all the options are so good 💖
Thank youuuu
Helloooo! So nice to see you after so long! haha 31: In awe, the first time you realised it also, reincarnation au :D
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“I love you.”
The stranger looks twice at Hob, a beautiful expression of bafflement making his eyes pop.
Hob blinks, the words coming back to him.
“Sorry,” Hob laughs, breathless. He feels a flush growing up his neck. “That just– came out of me. I don’t– here–” Hob scrambles to get his feet flat on the ground and heft himself up halfway, extending a hand to the man he’d crashed into… who looks achingly familiar.
The man, who Hob takes in properly now, hesitantly takes Hob’s hand, allowing himself to be pulled up from the ground, standing now on unsteady legs. They carefully walk out of the bike lane and onto the slightly congested sidewalk. Hob realizes he doesn’t have his scooter until his hand shoots out to catch the thin, gorgeous man, by the elbow as he wobbles a bit.
“Careful.” Hob offers a smile but it feels broken. “You okay?”
The man looks up from the point where they are touching, back to Hob, absolute shock and something like recognition glinting in his eyes.
Hob’s breath catches when he sees that the man is crying. Beautiful blue eyes shine and overflow down pale skin and strikingly sharp cheekbones.
“What’s wrong?” Hob’s grip tightens slightly on the man’s arm while the other hovers between them.
“I don’t know…” The man finally speaks with a voice that sounds like heaven. His fingers shake as he wipes away the tears on his face. “I just feel like…”
His low vibrato cracks as he looks back at Hob.
“Feels like I’ve been waiting an eternity to hear you say that.”
Hob’s jaw drops and his heart soars.
“What’s your name?”
“Dream.”
Hob huffs out a disbelieving laugh.
“It’s– It’s so crazy. I knew that.” Hob laughs properly now at the smile that tugs up the corner of Dream’s lips. “Do you know me? What’s my name?”
Dream’s brows pinch together as he seems to study Hob.
“... Hob.”
The smile that cracks through Dream’s composure is enough to send pin pricks up Hob’s spine, tickling the back of his neck, not to mention how incredibly strange and yet familiar this all seems. Like he’d looked at those crystal blue eyes a hundred times, in a hundred different lifetimes, a hundred different emotions reflected in them.
Then Dream laughs. A bark of laughter that he immediately covers with his hand and finally, for the first time since Hob spoke to him, looking away, the tips of his ears turning pink.
“What’s so funny?” Hob’s smiling so wide he feels his eyes squint.
“I don’t know!” Dream nearly screeches, his visage morphing through something like the five stages of grief before smiling again.
“But…” Dream manages to get himself under control, looking around at the people walking past them, the buildings towering over them, and back to Hob. “It’s a very strange name.”
It feels like an excuse, or some explanation that at least makes sense.
“I love your laugh,” Hob blurts out, feeling more present, all the sudden.
Dream sighs, his body relaxing, like he’s committed to whatever is happening… acquiescing to it.
“I know you do.”
Hob grins. This is insane.
“Can I take you to dinner?”
Dream’s breath seems to catch, his eyes flicking up and down.
“I feel like you owe me a lot more than dinner.”
Hob laughs again, emotion welling on inside his throat and making his own eyes begin to burn.
“I’m going to make it up to you. God. What is happening right now?”
Dream merely shakes his head, running a hand through his hair and looking around them.
“Are you free tonight? Eight o’clock?”
Hob nods, excitement– like a child, rushes through his veins.
“Let’s meet here,” Dream points to the ground. “... again, if you’re serious.”
Hob nods again. “I’ll be here.”
“Good,” Dream takes a long breath, his eyes seem to burn, instantly watching Hob. “I will see you again.”
An unconscious grin splits across Hob’s face.
“You will.”
#dreamling#hob x dream#my writing#so i was listening to 'Hello I love you' by The Doors and when i read this prompt#this *idea* just popped into my head#okay so in my head this could be a bigger story but instead of writing it heres what i got:#this is a reincarnation au right? maybe soulmate au too why not#or maybe not soulmates but their love is so strong they’ll always find each other fluff but anyway#its angsty but ‘i love you’ was going to be Hob’s final words to Dream before he died#i dont know how they die… maybe they died together in their past life#or even worse! Hob dies before Dream. which is why he's so teary and emotional upon seeing him#but they had been skirting around each other and NEVER admitted it. never told each other!#so Hob’s reincarnated self finds Dream#(crashes into him on his scooter)#and immediately blurts out what he’d been about to say to him before he was taken away#so yeah that's all i got#and this thing that was written in one sitting#thank you Yam!!
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