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Prompt #1090

It’s nice to be safe, but why does your guardian angel have to hold your hand all the time to keep you safe.

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1) 0010s Xin dynasty in China, Caesar Augustus in Rome

2) 1900s Edwardian era, Russo-Japanese War, release of the first feature film The Great Train Robbery

3) 300s Teotihuacan flourishing in present-day Mexico, writing of the Kama Sutra

4) 1910s World War 1, the Russian Revolution

5) 1440s Late Middle Ages/Early Renaissance in Europe, the hangul writing system is introduced in Korea

6) 1920s Prohibition in the US, rise of fascism in Europe, earliest sync-sound movies

7) 0070s Roman Epire, destruction of the Second Temple in Jerusalem, eruption of Mt. Vesuvius and destruction of Pompeii

8) 1930s The Great Depression, the Declaration of the Independence of India, art deco, color film

9) 1090s The First Crusade, the Liao, Xia, and Song dynasties in various parts of China

10) 1810s The Napoleonic Wars, the Regency era in England

11) 1940s World War 2, post-war rebuilding

12) 1000s BC The Iron Age, King David of the Israelites, development of the Phoenician alphabet

13) 1950s Baby Boom, Red Scare, the Korean War, rock'n'roll, zippers and television both become commonplace

14) 1340s The Black Death in Europe, decline of the Mongol Empire

15) 1590s Late Elizabethan Era in Europe, William Shakespeare, Imjin War between Japan and Korea

16) 1960s Moon landing, hippies, mod fashion, Chinese Cultural Revolution, Stonewall, Star Trek, the Civil Rights movement

17) 1770s The American Revolution, founding of the real Illuminati

18) 1860s American Civil War era, late Edo period in Japan

19) 1970s The Sexual Revolution, disco, the first video games, end of the Vietnam War

20) 2200s Whatever the future holds!

21) 1980s End of the Cold War and fall of the Berlin Wall, beginnings of the World Wide Web, the First Intifada in Gaza

22) 1660s Part of the Golden Age of Piracy, the English Restoration

23) 1990s Internet access becomes widespread, grunge, the Gulf War, the Troubles in Ireland, height of the AIDS crisis, Princess Dianna, first Pokemon games

24) 1230s University of Cambridge founded in England, beginnings of the Mali Empire in Africa, rein of Emperor Shijo in Japan

25) 2000s The “War On Terror”, rise of Big Tech, Y2K fashion, emo culture, cell phones become commonplace

26) 1880s Gilded Age, the first skyscrapers, electrification of cities, first household electrical appliances like fans and irons

27) 1640s Qing dynasty begins in China, the First English Civil War

28) 2010s Hipster culture, height of video streaming, YA lit boom

29) 500s Liang and Northern Wei dynasties in China, Heptarchy period in England, height of prosperity of the Mayan Empire

30) 2020s Present day!

31) 3130s Whatever the future holds!

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Celina Juarez x fem reader

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Word Count: 1090

Prompt:

“God. I missed that.”

“Missed what?”

“Your aura. I- it um- it sounds kinda dorky, but your aura lights up the room.”

Summary: What happens when John Nolan and Lucy Chen notice some similarities between their rookies? What if they decided to play match maker?

Master list/ Request list

Part 2.

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John walked into the bullpen, Celina in tow. Celina has been staying with John and Bailey on and off for a few weeks now.

“-I’m just saying, you should consider burning sage in your house.” Celina rambled as John tuned her out.

John just let out a small ‘maybe’, before sitting next to Lucy. As he sat, he let out a heavy sigh in irritation, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“What’s got you all grumpy?” Lucy teasingly asked, a playful smile itching to show.

“I think I need to set Celina up with someone.” John stated before glancing up at Lucy.

“And why exactly do you need to do that?” Nyla piped in while taking a seat on his left.

“Celina is an amazing girl, but Bailey and I haven’t been alone in weeks. Reminds me of when Henry was little.” John admitted while raising his hand to toy with the brim of his coffee cup.

“Just tell her that you need space.” Bradford suggested as he made his presence behind Lucy known.

“What are we talking about?” Angela asked as she took a seat on the edge of the table.

“Celina, John wants to set her up with someone.” Nyla replied while giving Angela a small smile.

Angela instantly perked up, “Isn’t there supposed to be a new officer transferring today? Set her up with the newbie.”

“Wait, is that her?” Lucy inquired while looking through the window of the pen to see Sergeant Grey and a woman.

The others followed Lucy’s sightline to a short woman chuckling at something Grey said.

“More importantly, is that Grey smiling?” John retorted, his eyes squinting in confusion as his head tilted.

Grey started walking to the bullpen door, the woman following closely behind.

When the woman walked in, Celina’s brain turned to mush. A bright pink, violet, and green aura followed the woman. Celina could feel her heart racing in her chest, something about this woman was different.

As Grey starts his debriefing, he pausing looking at you with a grin,

“This is officer Y/l/n, transferring from SDPD.” Grey introduced before continuing his speech.

The whole meeting, Celina’s face grew red. Her eyes kept stealing glances at Y/n. She was awestruck by this beautiful woman. Y/n was ethereal to Celina.

After a few minutes after the meeting ended, Celina still sat there. Her mind trying to rationalize how a woman could be that gorgeous and have such a sweet aura.

“Celina!” John called out, drawing her away from her daydream.

“Oh! I- uh, haha, hey!” Celina stuttered out, her eyes widen after seeing Bradford, Lopez, Chen, and Harper watching their interaction.

“You doin’ okay?” Concern coating John’s tone like honey.

“I- I um- Yeah, I’ll go get the war bag.” Celina said, her eyes focused on her shoes to hide her reddening cheeks from the nosy officers.

Celina quickly walked off, having felt embarrassed. The four other officers call John back over to them.

“Okay, you can definitely set Y/n and Celina up.” Lucy stated with a goofy grin on her lips.

“What?” John asked, confusion overtaking his features.

“Did you not see how Celina looked at her?” Nyla deadpanned, her hand falling to the table dumbfounded.

John shook his head, his eyebrows furrowing. His cluelessness even has Bradford dumbstruck.

“It’s obvious that Celina finds Y/n attractive. She was practically drooling when she saw her.” Bradford explained before shaking his head and walking off to his desk.

Angela laughed teasingly at John.

“Geez, aren’t you supposed to be an insightful cop?” Nyla harped with a playful smile.

“I was paying attention to Grey, not my rookie’s crush.” He defended with a small smile, his hands raised in surrender.

“The real question is how do we get them together?” Nyla inquired with a raised brow, she lifted her coffee to her lips taking a long sip.

“I could try to talk Y/n today. Get some intel and then we can text and try to plan things from there,” Angela suggested with a mischievous smile.

With that, they all started going their separate ways to start their jobs.

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“Okay! So maybe I think she’s pretty.” Celina confessed after being grilled by Aaron and Lucy all lunch.

“See! I knew it!” Lucy cheered while holding out her hand towards Aaron.

Aaron scoffed and grabbed his wallet from his pocket, dropping a crisp bill into Lucy’s awaiting hand.

“I’m sorry, did you place a bet on that?” Celina’s eyes widen and she bites back an annoyed scoff. But secretly loving that they could see just how much of an affect you had on her.

“Oh absolutely. After I saw you gawking at her in the bullpen, I bet Aaron 10 bucks that you like her.” Lucy explained while flexing the bill between her fingers.

“Uh- I- I wasn’t gawking!” Celina defended, her cheeks glowing red at the embarrassment of being caught.

“Oh I saw it, you were totally gawking.” Lucy stated with a cheeky grin.

“I- whatever.” Celina turned away from them, trying to hide her red cheeks.

“Hey is that her?” Aaron teased while glancing over Celina’s shoulder.

Celina whips her head around trying to see what he saw. Only to hear the two laughing at her oblivion.

“This is why I normally sit with Nolan.” Celina mumbles as she takes a sip of her coffee.

Lucy and Aaron laugh at her words, Aaron nudges Celina’s shoulder.

“C’mon, you know you love us.” Aaron teases with a grin.

Celina shakes her head as her brown eyes wander their surroundings. Eyes catching on Y/n eating lunch with Angela and Nyla. The women laugh and crack jokes, but Celina can only focus on how radiant Y/n looks. Celina finds herself admiring the soft look on the new officer’s face. The way her hair sits so perfectly, the soft slope of her nose, and her smiling lips. Imagining how sweet they would feel against hers, how delicate the woman’s touch would feel. God, Celina was swooning for the woman and she hadn’t even talked to her yet.

“Earth to Celina- Finally!” Lucy laughs as she finally catches the woman’s attention.

“We’re about to head out, we’ll see you later.” Lucy smiles as she and Aaron get up from the table to get back to work.

Celina nods and sits at the table waiting for Nolan to finish his lunch. But she notices that Angela and Nyla are leaving their table, leaving you at the table by yourself….

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There's no limit to your kindness

Summary

Aziraphale wakes up in the middle of the night to find that his demon is not there. What he didn't expect was to be playing wing doctor in the middle of the night. 

Notes

For Seaweedwrites in exchange for your donation to Alzheimer's search UK. Thank you! Prompt requested : Some sort of wing fic. I hope you'll enjoy it.

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On Ao3

Rating G -  1090 words

Aziraphale awoke with a start and automatically turned to his bedside table to turn off the old alarm clock. 

It wasn't until he pressed it that he realized it wasn't ringing.

He was wondering why he woke up like that when he suddenly heard a noise coming from downstairs. 

Now wide awake, he realized that Crowley wasn't by his side, and a slight feeling of concern washed over him. 

He got up quickly and made his way down the stairs to the ground floor of the bookstore. Halfway down the stairs, he heard the unmistakable sound of a curse followed by a groan from below. He quickened his pace and nearly fell down the last few steps before stopping dead in his tracks.

Crowley was sitting on the floor in the middle of the room, his black wings outstretched.

What struck the angel most was the grimace of pain that distorted the demon's face.

He shouted, "Crowley! What's wrong?" before rushing over.

Crowley shook his head, but did not respond. 

As Aziraphale moved closer, he saw that Crowley had curled one of his wings and was holding the tip in his trembling hand. 

Aziraphale knelt in front of him and placed his hand on his, loosening the fingers that were clenched around the wing.

He saw that one of the feathers was bent and understood the reason for the demon's pained expression.

Aziraphale murmured softly, "Oh, my poor dear..." and looked at the demon. Crowley's lower lip was caught between his teeth, his eyes clenched, his entire face tensed with pain. 

The angel asked softly, "Will you let me take care of this?"

Because of the pain, the demon didn't answer, just nodded jerkily.

Aziraphale sat down on the floor in front of him, then gently placed the wing on his own lap before saying softly, "One small miracle and everything will be fine. Why didn't you make it, my dear?"

Crowley hissed through clenched teeth, "'t was too painful. Couldn't think straight."

As he closed his eyes again, Aziraphale could see a single tear trickle down the demon's cheek and caught it with his thumb, gently stroking his cheek as he said, "I'm here now."

Not wanting his demon to suffer any longer, the angel gently moved his hand over the damaged feather, which returned to its normal position. 

Crowley immediately exhaled in relief and dropped his head forward.

Aziraphale let go of the wing and leaning towards the demon, asked worriedly, "Crowley, are you okay?"

The demon raised his head, and Aziraphale could see for himself that the demon was better. He was smiling at him, though his eyes were still shining with unshed tears of pain.

In a slightly shaky voice, he said, "Thank you, Angel."

Aziraphale took his face in his hands and said, "Idiot, why didn't you tell me in the first place?"

Crowley replied, "You were asleep, I didn't want to..."

"Idiot," the angel interrupted again.

"Hey, you don't insult someone who just suffered."

"You wouldn't have suffered so much if you had told me right away."

The demon dropped his head on the angel's shoulder and breathed, "Okay, Angel. I admit I was an idiot."

He felt the angel plant a kiss on his hair before asking, "How did that happen? Not while you were asleep for sure. Did you use your wings yesterday?"

Crowley sighed, he had no choice but to explain what had happened.

"Mommyyyy! Mommyyyy! My balloon flew away!"

Crowley, on his way to the bookshop, turned to see a little girl reaching for the sky. He looked up and saw a balloon already high in the air.

The mother knelt down in front of the crying little girl and said, "Sweetie, it's okay, I'll buy you another one.

"But it was the only balloon shaped like an angel! Ouaaaaah!"

The helpless mother didn't know what to do to comfort her child. Crowley walked to the nearest alley, made sure it was deserted, then spread his wings and took to the sky.

Moments later, he handed the balloon to the little girl, made a lame excuse about another balloon vendor not far away, and mother and child took off again, the angel-shaped balloon hovering above them.

"I guess it must have happened when I spread my wings in the narrow alley. At first I just felt a little discomfort, until now when the pain woke me up."

He realized that Aziraphale was looking at him adoringly and knew exactly what he was going to say. That was why he hadn't told the story in the first place.

The angel said in an admiring tone, "You are so good. There's so much kindness in you." He didn't even let the demon interfere, holding him close and whispering into his hair, "Oh no, you're not going to protest this time. You literally suffered because you couldn't stand to see that little girl crying over her lost balloon. No argument will hold against that. Forget it."

Crowley mumbled against Aziraphale's chest, "Because it was an angel."

Aziraphale pulled the demon back and asked, frowning, "Who? The little girl?"

Crowley grumbled with a pout, "No, her balloon, it was an angel."

Aziraphale's eyes widened, then he burst out laughing.

When he calmed down, he said with a twinkle in his eye, "You're still kind," then he stood and held out his hand to the demon, "Come on, let's go to bed."

Crowley stood, moving his wings a little before bringing the wounded tip closer to see it. 

He commented, "It's like nothing ever happened. Thank you, Angel."

"You're welcome, my dear. Here, to make sure it's healed."

The angel leaned forward and gently pressed his lips to the damaged feather.

Crowley retracted his wings and, with a small gleam of mischief in his eyes, put his finger to his cheek and said, "I'm a little sore here too."

Aziraphale looked closer and shook his head, "I don't see anything."

Crowley replied, "Kiss it to be sure."

Aziraphale rolled his eyes and, with a false look of reluctance, gently kissed the spot Crowley indicated.

"Is there another spot?" he asked, not doubting his playful demon's answer.

Crowley placed his finger on his right eyelid and Aziraphale indulged in this little game, again and again, until Crowley tapped his lips.

With a chuckle, Aziraphale hurried to dispense his special remedy, for when it came to Crowley, he was always willing to give a lot of himself. 

Because he knew he'd get just as much in return.

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His Favourite: Fragments

Written once again for @flashfictionfridayofficial using the prompt #FFF260 fear is a sickness as prompt. There could be spoilers if you haven’t seen the 13th episode.

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Fandom: Yatagarasu: The Raven Does Not Choose Its Master

Characters: Wakamiya/Nazukihiko/Crown Prince/Golden Raven/Kin’u, Yukiya, Hamayu/Sakura-hime/Sakura, mentions of Sumio, Lady Azusa, Lord Genya

Word count: 1090

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“IF you want to die, then you can do that all by yourself. I will not stand here idle for your assassins to kill you.”

Yukiya then poised to leave the courtyard, nudged his horse, and flew away.

“We will meet again. I know it,” Wakamiya said shortly before the boy’s departure feeling so sure of himself.

“In your dreams, maybe. I am not planning to come back here at all,” the boy faced his master as if forgetting something. “Of course, everything will be different if you decide to give up your claim to the throne. Let your brother Lord Natsuka rule for they want him. Then I promise I will be yours forever… to serve you.”

Wakamiya’s breath hitched for a second.

Yukiya never thought of it much: the longer he stayed with his young master, the easier it was to love him.

But when he thought of the downside of serving Wakamiya, he never longed to be a part of a farce they called the imperial court with so many schemers wanting to get ahead of each other by stomping everyone’s feet.

Yet, deep inside, the Crown Prince only had to say the word and Yukiya would fold at once.

“I know it because I am a kin’u. One day I will ask for you and you will come back to me.”

Yukiya gaped at Wakamiya as if he grew horns over his head. He stood there not moving but focused his eyes on the prince. The whole time Sumio was only waiting for his cue after His Highness stopped him earlier from interrupting the boy’s tirade.

“I am saying this because I worry about you. I do not want you to die.” Pain etched on Yukiya’s face.

A kumquat flew in the air. Yukiya caught the candied fruit with his right hand and looked grumpily at his now former young master. Wakamiya in turn fixed his gaze on the boy longer than he had intended to do until he vanished from his sight. A final goodbye at the moment.

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“Sit down, Your Highness! You make me more than scared than I should be,” Hamayu poured sake on her cup and downed it at once eyeing at her husband.

Wakamiya circled the open hearth in the middle of the vast room of the study, unmoored, confused, and agitated. He should not have given his permission in the first place. Guards were watching the Sunrise Palace preventing him to leave. Even Sumio threatened to break his leg if he tried to escape from his chamber. There was a coup happening in the Northern Territory and His Serene Lord Genya and his entire family were in the middle of it. The rebels took hostage of his grandson, Lord Kiei, and his wife and their two children ages 4 and 7. Yukiya was rumoured to be imprisoned somewhere outside of the city when he, despite Wakamiya’s protestations, returned to visit his family in Taruhi then decided to join his grandfather’s force to quell the uprising. When Sumio came back to report what happened, he was devastated. He knew that it would come to this. Years ago, he had a premonition. Yukiya graduated at the top of the class from Keisoin Academy and there were plans to celebrate it at the palace, a special ceremony only for him. But as days and hours went by the idea of postponing it was imminent. The young man’s hardships began now.

“Would you let me suffer here too, Hamayu?” The Crown Prince asked his spouse, his face and no doubt, his heart, was in anguish as well. The Golden Raven was supposed to be above it all, but fear was a sickness of the heart.

She stared at him with her huge blue eyes that reminded him of the young man he should have welcomed in a few days but would not be able to. Sighing, she touched his thin, yet strong, shoulders. The Sakura-hime had not seen her husband so down that it broke her heart seeing him like this. He claimed that he did not have feelings, or that his love for all Yatagarasu was equal, but it was clear that as the soul of the youngest son of the head family, he had. And it was clear who his favourite was.

“Go ahead, Nazukihiko, I will manage it from here,” Hamayu squeezed his hands and kissed his lips signalling her assent.

That afternoon a handsome young lady was seen leaving the Sunrise Palace with her dainty feet as if she were floating then vanished into thin air.

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When Wakamiya found Yukiya, he was unconscious. The face bloodied and swollen from the beatings, the young man’s long reddish-brown hair laid out on the dirty ground was sticky both from trickles of blood and dust that accumulated from days of torture and non-washing. The prison was long abandoned, but the smell of fear and deprivation lingered in the air.

No doubt the Yamauchi army’s higher-ups interfering with the negotiations between the rebels and the camp from Lord Genya helped. It was a dispute that should not happen in the first place. Fate had it that the families from Taruhi Village were spared. Thank the mountain god.

In a separate building of the governor’s mansion Yukiya recuperated. Lady Azusa, his mother, was overjoyed and thanked the prince for the young man’s salvation.

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“Am I not disturbing you?” A familiar voice, albeit fuller, addressed Wakamiya catching him by surprise. “The Sakura and Sumio let me enter without fanfare. I hope it is all right. How long has it been? Three years?” There was still bandage on his head, but his body, now fully grown, remained intact. The young man’s crooked smile always got the prince every time, the mischief and the cunning when Yukiya first entered the service under him.

Nostalgia be damned.

“Yukiya!” Wakamiya stood there as if frozen, but his happiness was palpable.

Yukiya stepped toward him. Without saying a word, he went down to his knees, half-closed his eyes, bowed his head, and began to speak.

“Please welcome me again as your servant. I promise to serve you and Yamauchi with loyalty, respect, and love for all eternity until the day I breathe my last. I am ready.”

At the end of Yukiya’s speech, Wakamiya’s right hand hovered on the young man’s head then exhaled.

“I accept.”

And the course of the history of Yamauchi had changed forever with the Prince and his favourite vassal.

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Also “you can hold my hand, if you want.” With Javy??

You and Javy and his friend Jake

Summary: 1 writing prompt for my mini celebration. This is based of the tiktok trend of “You and me and me and you and your friend Steve”.

Pairing: Romantic Javy "Coyote" Machado x Reader Bromance Javy "Coyote" Machado x Jake "Hangman" Seresin Platonic Jake "Hangman" x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, swearing, mentions of death, blood, gore and other stuff of the sorts.

Word Count: 1090

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When you and Javy started dating the two of you did everything together. Grocery shopping, laundry, going out to eat, watching movies, brushing your teeth, going to get mani pedis, having lazy nights in and eating way too much food for two people. One would venture to say it was the honeymoon phase. But you guys had been together for 2 years now and it was still like this. Just now it was you and Javy and his friend Jake. 

Jake had started doing everything with you guys about 6 months into your relationship. You never minded much. You didn’t have many friends of your own and the strapping blonde was filling that void nicely. He never invited himself along to your escapades and always checked to make sure you guys were sure you wanted him to tag along when you guys invited him. At this point it felt empty without Jake along most of the time. 

So when you had found a haunted house open in a town over in the middle of February you texted the group chat your trio had and let the boys know. They had both agreed instantly and that’s how you found yourself in line for the haunted house with the two pilots. They had been talking about the haunted house all week and how excited they were. They were joking and poking fun at you the whole time because they figured you would be terrified. You hadn’t told them that you had worked at a few haunted houses in your late teens, early twentys and that they didn’t phase you much anymore. 

The line was moving quickly and you guys were two groups away from going inside. That’s when you saw Javy getting antsy. He was going back and forth from one foot to the other, playing with the pocket of his jeans. You leaned into his chest a little and asked if he was okay. He puffed his chest out a little and looked down at you. “Of course I’m okay Sugar. I’m just worried you might get a little scared. You know you can hold my hand, if you want.” he told you, pulling his hand from his pocket holding it out to you. 

You gave him a huge smile and grabbed his hand. “I would love to hold your hand honey. My big pilot boyfriend protecting me sounds amazing.” you pushed up on your toes and gave him a quick peck on the lips. Then you were moving up in line and only had one more group before it was the three of you. Jake looked perfectly poised like always. Even in jeans and a t-shirt he looked authoritatively laid back somehow. He always looked professional and carefree in the weirdest way ever. 

Him and Javy were pushing each other and betting on which one of them would be screaming at the end. Then you guys were walking in. You were still holding Javy’s hand and he had walked in first, Jake was behind you. The three of you walked through a room of creepy bloody patients first screaming and crying begging for help out. Then there were nurses who were asking if they could give you guys an exam with a bunch of weird instruments on the tables next to them. As you guys were about to exit the room a nurse had jumped out at the three of you. Which made Javy scream a loud “Fuck off” and jump behind you with Jake. 

The next room had doctors that looked completely demented. They were trying to coax you into lying on their tables for surgery. A body was already on the table with the guts hanging out. Then suddenly the body popped up screaming with blood spewing out of its mouth. That had made Jake scream and grab ahold of your other hand that wasn’t wrapped around Javy’s. The final room was the Morgue which was eerily quiet. You knew the boys were taking deep breaths trying to calm themselves down thinking that this was the end. Their hands had started to let go of yours when four of the cold freezer doors slammed open and zombie-like figures came crawling out. The boys jumped about 3 feet, screamed, squeezed your hands and shoved you forward.

You were a giggly mess at that point. You led the boys out of the building. Neither letting go of your hands. When you finally got out and the lights from outside the building were shining on the boys' horrified faces you lost it. The loud laugh you let out had both of the boys letting go of your hands simultaneously. “You should see the looks on your fucking faces right now. I thought you guys weren’t scared. What happened to the two of you protecting me from all the big bad scaries in there?” you barely got out as you were bent over laughing. They just looked at you unamused. 

“I was definitely not scared. I don’t know what you’re even talking about.” Jake replied to you grumpily turning to Javy for help. Javy threw an arm around his blonde friend’s shoulder and turned to you.

“We have no idea what you’re talking about and we will deny everything if you dare speak of this to anybody.” he quipped at you with a serious look on his face. 

“Okay, okay, okay, I’m sure that those were somebody else's screams coming from behind me then. Two other people were gripping my hands and shoving me out of the building. It definitely wasn’t you two scaredy cats.” you assured them nodding your head. 

“Yea that definitely wasn’t us. Got no clue who it could’ve been. But since we're out can we leave now?” Jake asked you quickly. That made you shake your head. 

“Sure I just have to run to the bathroom real quick. Why don’t you guys head to the food truck we passed on the way in and I’ll meet you there?” You questioned them and they both agreed turning and heading in the direction of the food truck. You turned and headed in the direction of the booth selling pictures of the groups that had gone inside. You found the pictures of the three of you in the final room and purchased them. They showed the boys jumping, screaming, holding your hands and pushing you forward. You knew the pictures would come in handy one day. Then you were walking to the food truck to meet Javy and his friend Jake.

A/N: I loved writing this and I think I might write a tiny series about the trio if anyone would be interested in that? Likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated! I had so much fun writing this thank you @sylviebell for the request!

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Holding Hands With My Guardian Angel

Older Takaishi Takeru x Male Reader

Prompt - Prompt #1090 from @creativepromptsforwriting

It was nice to be safe.

With all that could happen it’s better to be safe than sorry. You’ve had your fair share of troubles, near death experiences, you’ve even been in the ER once or twice.

Your parents also told you to always be safe, it was better than not.

Better than dying or spending millions to make sure you don’t die. So, safe to say, you would rather be safe.

But, why did your guardian angel have to hold your hand?

Everyone had a guardian angel, someone that watches over them. Most of the time they're out of sight, just off in a corner. Only appearing when their humans needs them.

Then disappearing off into the sky, to wait when they were needed again. Not yours though.

Your angel, Takeru, always floated next to you, holding your nondominant hand with his nondominant hand.

Ever since you were born, to now, in college. Sometimes you loved it, when you were a child it was fun to have a friend right next to you. In middle school is when you started to hate it, you were the weird one.

The one with the angel that never left his side. Then in high school, during a time you almost died, you realized that you were lucky. You realized something else too.

That you actually liked Takeru, you had a crush on your guardian angel.

You’ve never heard of that before and it scared you. Plus, what was the chance of a angel like guys? Could angels be queer?

Anyway.

Why did Takeru always have to hold your hand?

You glanced away from your work, looking at Takeru. Takeru was looking at the wall, where pictures hang.

He was slowly swaying his hand, and yours, back and forth.

His wings were folded behind him, fluttering every once and a while. Takeru had said nothing when you started working, he knew that was a bad idea.

You know you should be studying but you kept thinking about something. This question first appeared in your mind in high school.

Why did Takeru always hold your hand?

A guardian angel doesn't need to be near their human to protect them.

They can fly pretty fast, they can’t get more than a mile from their human, and they know why their human is about to get hurt.

Takeru doesn’t need to hold your hand, so why does he? You’ve tried asking but Takeru always shuts you down, changing the subject.

You really wanted to know why Takeru always held your hand, part of it was curiosity, part was the hope that Takeru liked you back.

“Hey Takeru”, you said, getting Takeru’s attention. “Yes Y/n”, Takeru said back to you.

You gripped Takeru’s hand tighter, “Why do you always hold my hand?”

You asked, hoping this time was different. Takeru started sweating and you could see him squirm in his seat.

“Well”, Takeru stopped talking to look away. His wings folding closer to his body.

“I just do”, Takeru said, lying. “No, stop lying”, you sneered. You were getting a bit angry, why couldn’t Takeru just tell you? “I’m not”, Takeru said, turning back to face you.

His wings unfolded from around him but folded up behind him. You looked into Takeru’s eyes. They were full of fear and something else that you couldn’t place.

You could tell that Takeru was nervous about something, but why? “Yes you are, you always do this”, you said while standing up.

Dropping Takeru’s hand. “You never tell me why, you’ve been holding my hand since I was born, why”, you sneered.

You were glaring at Takeru at this point. Takeru looked away from you and put his hands in his lap.

“Well, you see”, Takeru took a deep breath. “Angels reincarnate", Takeru took another breath.

"When one dies it is reborn, then the reborn angel remembers something great that happened in their past life. When I was older, about a teenager, by your worlds laws, I remembered what happened in my past life”, Takeru’s voice wavered at this point.

“In my past life I didn’t save my human because I was lazy, I thought they would live and they didn’t. I remember the pain that I felt at that time”. You sat back down next to Takeru.

You noticed tears brimming Takeru’s eyes, his fingers were fidgeting with his pants.

“I made a promise to myself to never have that happen again. So that’s why I hold your hand”, Takeru looked up at you.

“To make sure that the past doesn’t repeat itself”.

You stared at Takeru as tears slowly went down his face. Wings slightly folding around him as a form of comfort. You never thought that would be the reason Takeru always held your hand.

You were surprised and a little sad. Sad because of what happened, and sad that Takeru didn’t like you back.

But you couldn’t focus on that. Takeru was crying right in front of you and you were only focused on yourself and your stupid feelings.

“And”, Takeru said. You looked at Takeru, silently asking him to continue.

“And it’s because I care about you, I like you”, Takeru said. You might be more shocked than you were when Takeru first confessed.

You stared at Takeru with wide eyes. Nothing was said and everything was said.

You smiled and leaned forward. You reached your hands out and held Takeru’s face in your hands.

You wiped away Takeru’s tears. Takeru’s wings stretched out and folded around you as best they could. “Well, I guess it’s a good thing I like you too”, you said, shocking Takeru.

“You do?” Takeru asked with a little head tilt. You smiled, Takeru was cute. “Yeah”, you leaned forward and pressed a kiss on Takeru’s nose.

“I like you”, you said.

Takeru smiled and looked at you. “And about the other thing”, you leaned back and let go of Takeru’s head. You reached into Takeru’s lap and held one of his hands.

Linking your fingers together. “You’re a great guardian angel”. Takeru blushed and looked away, but you felt him hold your hand tighter.

You could see Takeru wrap one of his wings around you, kinda like a hug. You turned away and started your work again.

Holding Takeru’s hand with as much love as he held yours.

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Whump Prompt #1090

A is a performer. However, they are sick/still recovering/injured, but as always, the show must go on.

Do they collapse on or offstage? Maybe they pass out beforehand, making the crew wonder if they should reconsider the show... but as I said, the show must go on. 

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Pool Day (Dream x GeorgeNotFound x Sapnap)

Word count: 1090

This is for Mushie’s lee!George week! This is Day 7 and the prompt is Free Day.

     Florida was never really cold, but it was finally not-cold enough for the boys to go in the pool. Every day this week they had spent hours splashing around in it.

     Usually they all got in the same way; George and Sapnap racing to jump in first and Dream using the stairs.

     Dream watched the two shove and splash each other as he let himself get used to the temperature. He smiled at his idiots as he approached them. Well, he smiled at Sapnap and the back of George's head.

     He grabbed ahold of George's waist under the water and the boy shrieked at the top of his lungs.

"Fuck! Did I hurt you?". Dream was quickly pulling George over to him and trying to hug him in apology, but he wouldn't stop squirming and giggling.

"No, you tickled him!", Sapnap crept closer with a smirk just as Dream finally captured George.

"Nuh uh!", he squeaked in protest...not very convincingly. "Let go!!", he cried as he tried to get out of Dream's hug.

     Sapnap squeezed at George's sides and he cried out dramatically.

"Uh oh...", Dream purred. George thrashed as the other two laughed at him.

"I didn't know our Georgie was so ticklish!!".

     So, their fifth pool day turned into George's tickle nightmare.

                                        ~•~

     George did think they would leave it alone for a while. Eventually Dream weirdly kissed the top of his wet hair and released him. They laughed and swam as normal.

     But then, Sapnap was at the edge of the pool looking at his phone over the side of it and he just looked so stupid and vulnerable to George. He crept up, winded back, and smacked him with the pool noodle as hard as he could. Overall, very risky move. It knocked Sapnap's hat into the water, and nearly his phone. It also kind of hurt. Sapnap whipped around with a fury. In an instant he was on him, grabbing his head and shoving him under the water.

"Be careful guys!!!".

     But, they weren't. Sapnap and George both tried as hard as they could to drown each other. Laughing and screaming as they dragged each other under the water.

     George had the upperhand for a second. He was standing with both hands on the top of Sapnap's head with him thrashing under the water. Then, evil hands grabbed his sensitive sides and he squealed.

"Idiot!!", Sapnap croaked as he coughed and tugged George into him. George shrieked as Sapnap held his back to his chest.

"Don't!! Dream, help!!!".

     With one arm wrapped around his chest, the other hand attacked George's side and tummy. Instantly, the boy was hysterical. Laughing and squirming wildly in his hold.

"You guys are idiots.", Dream said, way too fondly.

"Stop!!!", he screamed through his laughter. George pried at Sapnap's arm, but it wouldn't budge. Splashing increased as he flailed. "No please!!", he whined when Dream started approaching, fingers wiggling in the air.

George actually broke away from Sapnap's hold in fear and clumsily dunked himself into the water. There was a loud scramble as George made his way to the pool ladder and the others chased him. When he reached up and grabbed the railing, Dream grabbed his waist. George shrieked as he lost his grip for a second and then clung on again.

"C'mere George!!".

"We're gonna getcha!!!".

George was pulled back down into Dream and Sapnap's ticklish clutches with a yelp. Strange-sounding cackling and screams ensued as George struggled hard enough to dunk his head under the water. Dream released him in panic. George quickly dove under and used Sapnap as a springboard to shove off, swimming quickly away.

     Sapnap let out a gurgle-y war cry when he recovered and they were both on the chase again. George made it to the deep end and crawled on top of a large floatie. He armed himself with a pool noodle that floated by.

"Back! Back!", he hollered as he swung it in the air over Dream's head, giggling the whole time. Sapnap growled like a monster and smacked the bottom of the floatie so it would bob up and down. George screamed in play terror at the shaking of the floatie, then in actual terror as Dream grabbed a hold of his ankle. He reached up to tickle the bottom of his foot, but George flipped the entire thing in panic and plummeted back into the water.

     For hours, they played like children in the pool together. Filled to the brim with screams and laughter.

     Eventually, Dream panicked about the length of time they had gone without applying sunblock and made everyone get out to reapply. Sapnap and Dream both sprayed each other down, but George stood there the entire time just struggling to open his sunscreen lotion. He smiled at Dream sheepishly for a few seconds and the other took it to help. Sapnap smirked and grabbed a hold of George's wrist.

"Here, just use this one." He held firmly as he sprayed down George's body with the cold spray, George shrieking and jumping away the entire time.

     Dream watched them with a dumb smile.

"Sapnap it's cold!! Dream, help!!". Dream laughed and saved George from Sapnap. The boy giggled as he tried to squirm out of Dream's hold. "Stinknap is so mean.", he huffed dramatically.

     George tried to grab for the sunscreen, but Dream pulled it out of reach.

"Let me put it on for you.".

"No!".

"Awww let him!". Sapnap yanked him forward just as Dream grabbed his arms and George found himself wrestled down to a pool towel in a fit of giggles.

"Hey!!", he cried out as cold slippery hands grabbed onto his thigh and side. "Hey!!", he screamed.

     George cackled hysterically as the two tickled him to absolute bits on the pool towel under the guise of sun protection. He found himself slathered, and then some, with the sunblock.

"We have to protect your precious skin!", Dream teased. George could only squeal in protest. He was at their mercy until they deemed him protected enough.

     The day continued just like that. Dream and Sapnap finding ways to get more of that shrieking laughter out of him. Eventually, he would find his revenge on both with splashes and tickles of their own.

     It was such a dream come true; getting to be together. The day ended with them making their way from the pool to the hot tub instead. Finally, relaxing. The night turned quiet as they winded down together.

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A Second Chance (Too Bad You're a Corpse)

Character: ZombieCleo

Wc: 1090

Written for @flashfictionfridayofficial prompt 253, “Pushing Up Daisies”

Ao3: Here!

When Cleo died, it hadn’t been a tragedy.

It couldn’t have been, even if anyone had known her. Not if they knew what she’d eaten, all those years ago. 

Well, if she had even known what she’d eaten. It was putrid against her tongue. She could barely get it down. But it was all there was. All she had. 

That was the last time she remembered being able to swim. 

But no one knew her in the first place. Not back then, not now.

When she set off to the seas, they were glad to leave their old life behind. Nothing worth saving. All the best to forget and start anew. So, crewless, and sure of their navigation skills, they set off to the Grandline.

They didn’t even make it to Reverse Mountain.

It wasn’t enough, robbing her as she stocked up on some island she found.

She fought back. They didn’t like that.

Before she knew what was happening, she was on the ground, blood pouring from her stomach. The figures were blurry. Everything was too bright. Couldn’t feel anything but pain. She shut her eyes.

It wouldn’t hurt… to sleep…

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No one found out she died. How could they even know? Lost in a random island, thrown recklessly into a pit.

Was she in a pit? Cleo wouldn’t know. 

.

It was hard, finding her own body. She couldn’t remember the direction she’d gone in, the shape of the island. Everything looked the same from so high up.

But she remembered the paved path where she’d fallen.

Their spirit soared the skies, passing through island and island, and unending seas until they were met with those familiar roads.

She descended at once, desperate.

Of course her body wasn’t there, out in broad daylight where anyone could see it, where the putrid odour would seep into the roads and houses, worse by each day she was dead. However long she’d been dead. But now, certain she was on the right island, it was much easier to search.

It’d be forgotten on the surface or thrown into some pit. Definitely no proper resting place for them.

Or so, they assumed.

It took them over a day to find their body. 

Once outside the town and into the forest, she knew where to go.

Her instincts guided her through the branches like a compass. Every twist and turn like she wasn’t herself. Like an outside force pulled and weaved her through the trees.

There, in a grassless patch of ground, was a single daisy growing where she was sure her body was.

She didn’t think much of it and dove straight down.

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The ground did its best to keep her down, a heavy load she did her best to shove out of the way. She kicked and carved into the soil like a wild animal, thrashing. Her fingers, their entire body ached, but they had to keep going.

Nothing could keep her from the surface, not even Earth itself. The anchor that resided in her had done its best to keep her from the seas and yet, she’d persevered. Simple dirt wouldn’t stop her now. Not now that she’d got a second chance at life.

.

Finally, she resurfaced. 

It was darkening, by the time she made it out, a blue tint to everything. She coughed up dirt and slumped under her own weight, arms nearly ripping from their body. Maybe literally.

With what remained of their strength, they lifted themself off the hole. 

They exhaled and looked down. The daisy was thrown across the ground, crumpled by dirt. Unsure why, Cleo reached down for it. Its previous placement felt too deliberate. No way a single flower would grow exactly on their gravesite by itself, like a landmark.

They lifted it, hooked it on her ear, and patted down her hair. Matted, dirt clinging to her curls. She wasn’t sure what she’d been expecting.

Only then, she allowed herself to look down.

Her clothes had seen better days. To be expected, honestly. Littered with dirt, and insects had begun to chew on the fabric.

That’s not the only thing the bugs had started to eat, though.

And her skin. She couldn’t tell its colour under the light, but it didn’t look normal. Her flesh was torn open, exposing her insides. Maggots—

She dry heaved, but nothing was going to come out. She had no stomach for it. 

Eventually, she managed to push those thoughts aside and straighten up. She had to leave.

The town didn’t feel as lively as it once did. Of course it wouldn’t. It was dark, cold and empty.

And oh, she was dead.

No people around meant no one to silence.

.

Hopes soared looking at the ever-approaching port. Her get-away would go without a hitch.

It shattered when their vessel was missing. No ship or boat in sight. 

They were stuck. 

.

The sea was still calling to them, singing a melody the moonbeam danced to. Sitting on the port wouldn’t help anybody, but could you blame them? Eventually, they sighed, and were about to stand up when light fell on them.

Their skin was green.

A choked gasp behind her. They tensed up. Slowly, they turned their head.

An old woman stood there, face ghostly pale. Cleo transformed their grimace into a smirk.

“What? Never seen a corpse before?”

“You…” She stumbled back, her lamp swaying from side to side.

“Me?” They bared their teeth. They hadn’t wanted to bring attention to themself, but not like anyone would believe the old woman. Better get her out of their sight and get moving.

She swallowed, eyes twitching, set on hers. Cleo was getting impatient. Her eyes finally settled on the flower on their ear. “You’re her,” the woman finally said. … What?

“What?”

“You’re the girl those bandits… oh.” She shrivelled into herself. 

“Killed? Yes. Not sure you’ve seen me properly. Kind of rotting here.”

“How?” She shook her head. “My son and I… we buried you. You were gone. The doctor…”

“Oh.”

Cleo reached for the daisy and turned it over in their hand. Her eyes met the old woman’s.

“Thank you.”

The woman’s eyes were still grief-ridden, but softer now. “I have to go,” Cleo continued, “but I can’t find my boat. Someone must’ve stolen it.”

After a second, “I can– I can help you with that, before dawn. I have an inn. Please, feel free to stay there for now. We’ll help you.”

Cleo swallowed her pride. There was no other way out. “All right. Help me up?”

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Near Likes His Owies

Day 22 of 31 of Kinktober

Prompt: Pain

Word Count: 1090

Near needs Mello to hurt him in the only way he knows how.

TW: Mentions of self harm

Near couldn’t admit it to himself.  He always equated pain as bad.  Pain meant wrong.  Pain meant he did wrong.  Anything he did wrong would always be met with pain.  That is, until he had Mello.  Mello knew how to make pain right.  Mello knew how to make pain feel good.  And with a little bit of pain, Near felt like he could breathe a little better.  And that was because Mello knew just how to work that pain into positive.

Better yet, Mello could turn pain into pleasure.

“Alright, Near,” Mello pressed a kiss to Near’s forehead, “How do you want to play this?”

“I’m ok, Mello,” Near told him, “I think.”

“Near,” Mello held Near’s face in his hands.  And to no surprise, Near looked away.  Over Mello’s shoulder, off to the side, it didn’t matter.  There was no eye contact, “Near, look at me.”

“What?” Near’s eyes clicked with Mello’s.  And there was no getting away from it.

“I know how you’ve been lately, my precious little masochist,” Mello pulled him into his lap, “You’ve been off.  You need a little release, don’t you?”

“Mello,” Near stopped him, “Can I ask you something?”

“Of course,” Mello nodded, “What’s on your mind?”

“You don’t think…” Near’s stomach turned a bit.  Pain was bad.  Pain meant wrong, “You don’t think this is venturing into self-harm territory, do you?”

“What?” Mello’s heart shattered as he pulled Near a little closer, “No, no, no.  Near, we’ve had this talk.  This isn’t you backsliding.  What did I tell you last time?”

“That the line between self-harm and masochism, albeit thin, is knowing when to use the safe word,” Near remembered, “And actually using the safe word when things get to be too much.”

“Very good,” Mello praised, “Now, I’ll take care of you tonight.  But you need to promise me you’re alright.”

“I am,” Near nodded, “It’s just…You’re right.  I have been stressed lately.  I do need this.  But…”

“You’re worried you’re doing it for all the wrong reasons,” Mello assumed, nuzzling his face into Near’s neck, “I don’t think you are.  I think you’re doing just fine.  And I bet if I bit you right here and now, you’d like it…”

“Well,” Near blushed, “There’s only one way to find out, isn’t there?”

“There is,” Mello opened his mouth, his teeth gently grazing Near’s skin, “Are you sure you’re doing ok, Near?”

“Mmhmm.”

“Good,” Mello sunk his teeth into Near’s neck, sending a shockwave directly to his spine.

“Mmmm…” Near grabbed at the sheets on their bed, “Harder, Mello.”

And Mello obliged, his jaw tightening on Near’s neck just as he asked.  His bites traveled down Near’s neck and shoulder while Mello unbuttoned Near’s shirt.  He needed better access anyway.  More and more, each bite grew more and more intense.  Each one a little harder than the last.  And Near couldn’t help but squirm under them.  Near’s grip tightened even more while his shirt puddled in Mello’s lap.  And he squeezed his eyes shut, reveling in the sensation.

“Near,” Mello backed off for a second, “Are you doing ok?”

“Why’d you stop?” Near whimpered, falling to the bed, “Keep going.  Please.  Please, Mello, keep going.”

“Alright,” Mello knew what Near liked.  Mello raked his nails down Near’s exposed chest, watching as the welts popped up behind them.  He gently brushed over his nipples before clawing into the rest of him.  Near’s sensitivity was one of those things Mello fell in love with the second they found a bed together.  And he wanted nothing more than to bite on Near’s cute little nipples. 

So, he did.  And Near felt his eyes roll back in his head, “Mello, you have to be gentle.”

“I didn’t think you’d ever want me gentle, Near,” Mello smirked, biting a little harder on the right one than the left.

“Mello…” Near sighed out, “Please.  It’s going to make a mess.”

“Maybe I want to make you a mess,” Mello looked over those pretty little welts over Near’s soft skin, “Do you want me to make you a mess, baby?”

“Yes,” Near moaned, “I want you to make me your mess.”

“Mmm…” Mello cradled Near’s cheek in his palm before giving it a little slap, “My pretty little mess.  My beautiful disaster…How would you like that?  My hands?  My mouth?  Maybe a couple of fun little toys we could use.  I know how much you love toys, Near.”

“You pick,” Near was in no headspace to make a decision.  He just wanted to feel more.  Anything to make him feel alive again.

“I think…” Mello slinked down Near’s body, biting on the tops of his hips before pulling the waist of his pants down, “I should go get the cock ring…”

“Yes, please,” Near whimpered, already rock hard for Mello.

“Or,” Mello decided to string him along a little more, “I should get the acupuncture ring.”

“No,” Near shook his head, “Not that one.”

“Not that one?” Mello wondered, fully prepared to grab it.

“I love you, Mihael.”

And with those four words, Mello stopped, “Are you alright, Near?”

“I don’t want the acupuncture ring,” Near shot him down, “Please.  Just your mouth.”

“Alright,” Mello stretched up and gave Near one little kiss, “Are you ready?  Can we go back to playing now?”

“Mmhmm,” Near nodded.

“Alright,” Mello went back down to Near’s waist, fully prepared to free his throbbing cock out of his boxers.  Slowly, he started to slide it into his mouth.  Just the tip at first before fully deep throating him. As gently as he could, when Mello’s head bobbed back up, he ran his teeth up Near’s shaft.  And immediately, Near burst in Mello’s mouth.

“I’m sorry,” Near already jumped on the apologies, “I didn’t mean to.  I was going to hold on.  I promise.”

Mello swallowed hard and kept Near in his mouth, feeling him go flaccid.  But then, he popped Near out of his mouth, “It’s alright, Near.  I should’ve known scraping your dick would’ve hit you just right.”

“I didn’t think it would,” Near hid his glowing face in shame, “I should’ve been able to last longer.”

“Near, I love you,” Mello crawled up to the bed and pulled Near into his arms, “You don’t have to apologize for anything.  Alright?”

“I’m…” Near stopped himself before he could keep apologizing.

“Very good,” Mello held him tight, “How about you and I go run the bathtub?  Sound like a plan?”

“With…” Near hoped, “Hot water?”

“As hot as we can stand.”

“Ok…”

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Febuwhump Day 11: Human shield (alternate prompt)

Fandom: Prospect (2018)

Relationship: Cee and Ezra

WC: 1090

cw: gun violence, blood and injury

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Title: 25 Years of Christmas - 1999 Author: AlindaKB Word Count: 1090 (for now) Rating: Teen and up Prompt: Wooden Sleigh with Red Runners An old dark wooden sleigh is stationed in a snowy field. It has bright red painted ornate metal runners that curl up toward the front panels. Snow covers the seat of the sleigh and its backrest. The sky is overcast with clouds and fog, and fresh snow blankets a large group of spruce trees that stand around and behind the sleigh. The snow on the ground around the sleigh appears worn with light foot traffic. Warning: No warnings apply Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended. Author's Notes: This story is ongoing but mostly already finished (thank you NaNo) - tags on AO3 will update accordingly.

Summary:

Draco, who hates Christmas, spots Harry among some spruce trees when he's out to find the perfect Christmas Tree with his friends Pansy and Blaise. Over the years they find themselves drifting together and building a life together. And somewhere along the way, Draco finds out that he loves Christmas.

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Injury Prompt #1090

Buried up to the neck