#prompt 1122

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Prompt #1122

"Well, I did kiss you back, didn't I?"

[roselynia]

Day 1 of Rose's Silly Creative Challenge:

Prompt #1122: “Well, I did kiss you back, didn’t I?” | @/creativepromptsforwriting | @creativepromptfills

Pairing: OC x Reader [Lukas Grey x Reader]

Word Count: 868

Age Rating: E for everyone. Mentions of a kiss.

[Y/N] is the stand-in for your name. [N/N] is the stand-in for your nickname.

A/N: If this is the only way I can encourage myself to write, so be it! I'll be doing a series with each of my OCs x a gn!Reader, since their original purpose was to be ROs in an IF game, anyway. Maybe I'll alternate between writing and sketching every day? We'll see!😅 ...Also, I want to apologize because my writing language is SUPER flowery, not the best, and adds a lot of unnecessary descriptors—but, it's what I enjoy writing, so...🫠

The library would have been comfortingly quiet, tonight, with the usual faint flicker of candlelight casting dancing shadows on its aged walls...If it hadn't been for that one, particular, person.

Rows of towering shelves loomed over you, brimming with endless secrets you had originally sought to uncover within their dusty tomes—Yet, the studying you'd intended to do was long forgotten. Somehow, as if fate had a personal vendetta against you, you found yourself alone in this spacious library with none other than the famous Lukas Grey.

Again.

He casually leaned against the table you were sitting at, arms crossed over his chest, the corner of his mouth curved into that familiar smirk. You noted that his silver hair caught the candlelight with an uncharacteristic softness, but those piercing gray eyes were locked onto you, teasing and unreadable as always…You had been avoiding him ever since it happened—since the moment you kissed him in a fit of reckless impulse; a moment you couldn't even explain to yourself, much less anyone else.

Lukas, of course, had noticed your avoidance. How could he not?

You weren't surprised to find him cornering you here today. You knew it would be a matter of time before he cornered you to talk about what happened. Honestly, you were a little surprised he didn't do this sooner.

"So, [Y/N]," he began, his voice low and smooth, dripping with smug amusement. "Is avoiding me your new favorite pastime, or were you hoping I wouldn't notice your absence?"

You stiffened slightly, gripping the edge of the book in your hands a little tighter than you meant to. "I’m not— I haven't been avoiding you, Lukas," you shot back, though the faint tremor in your voice betrayed you.

He chuckled at your response, a rich and infuriatingly confident sound. "Oh? Then what exactly do you call the last week of dodged glances and your carefully timed escapes, hmm?" He pushed off the table with deliberate ease, closing the space between you...At least enough to make your breath hitch in your throat. "Look, I get it. Some emotions can be...intense, practically overwhelming, but you don’t have to play coy with me, [N/N].”

You tilted your head slightly, your pulse quickening at his insinuation. You knew better than to lie to him, of course. You knew Lilin–especially Lukas–could feel matters of the heart as if they were their own emotions…but it was easier to play dumb than to confront your own feelings. "Coy with you?"

Lukas mimicked you, in a way, tilting his head to the same side as you. His smile widened into something sharper, more perfect, and effortlessly predatory. "You know exactly what I’m talking about," he said, voice dropping a little softer, a little darker. "Your feelings, that kiss; the one you initiated?"

You opened your mouth to deny it, to brush it off, to say something–anything, but Lukas leaned in before you could form a coherent thought. His face was close enough now that you could count every fleck of molten gold in his stormy gray eyes. "Well, for what it’s worth," he drawled, his hands bracing themselves on the table beside you, "I did kiss you back, didn’t I?"

The words hung in the air, his tone so maddeningly smug that you could feel your face heat instantly. Lukas leaned in closer, his breath brushing the shell of your ear as he added, even softer now, "And if I recall...you didn’t seem to mind."

You swallowed hard, words failing you as his sharp gaze locked onto yours. His lips curled into that infuriatingly perfect smirk, again. That damned smirk that made it impossible to tell if he was toying with you or if he was waiting for you to make a move; the same one that made you kiss him in the first place. 

You knew he could hear, no—feel your heart hammering in your chest. 

"I wonder," he mused, leaning back ever-so-slightly. "Was it curiosity that made you do it? Or…was it something more enticing?" His voice was low and warm again, with that same teasing lilt as before. You shook your head 'no', the action duly noted by him.

Lukas took a step back, giving you space but not an ounce of relief. "Anyways, I’ll leave you to your studies, [Y/N]," he spoke, his voice dripping with faux innocence. "Don’t think too hard…unless you're thinking about me."

He winked—actually winked at you—before strolling off with this air of effortless confidence, leaving you with an unmistakable sense of victory radiating from him. You scowled at his retreating form, the heat in your cheeks betraying the irritation clawing within your chest. 

Why, oh why, did he have to be so annoyingly smug about everything? But, even worse, why did you find yourself looking forward to moments like this? As infuriating as he was, there was no use in denying that there was something so unbearably captivating about him, and his presence, that left your heart racing long after he was gone.

…For as much as you wanted to fight it, you knew that one thing was for certain: Lukas Grey would always be impossible to ignore.

[stealingyourbones]

DPXDC Prompt Masterlist #1101-1150

1101. Language Barrier 1102. Final Form: Crab 1103. Danny Possesses Amazo 1104. Anti-Ecto Acts Arent Real 1105. Danny Goes To Gotham in No Mans Land 1106. Cultural Differences 1107. Resting Cop Face 1108. Superheroed Stuntmen 1109. Brucie Wayne Vs. GIW 1110. Danny is Raven's Cousin 1111. Danny meets Deadman 1112. Bruce is Liminal, Jason Isn't 1113. Where Should Danny Go? 1114. Portals = Ectoplasm Exposure 1115. Competent Amity Parkers 1116. Olympics AU 1117. Fentons make GA's Arrows 1118. Danny can Mechanically Make Portals 1119. RIP Hunter vs. Dan 1120. Spectre Hal vs. Danny 1121. Superman Blue 1122. Tim Does GK Work 1123. Danny Isnt A New God 1124. Green Arrow, Green Lantern, and Phantom 1125. Ectoplasm Under Wayne Manor 1126. Coffee Shop Owner in Gotham. vs. GIW 1127. Tim Knows Ghosts 1128. Danny is DB Cooper 1129. Tucker Meets Cyborg via. Portal 1130. Ectoplasm Designer Drug 1131. Jazz: Sidekick Therapist 1132. Not A Deer Danny 1133. Star: LexCorp Whistleblower 1134. Both Are Glowing Green Rocks 1135. Danny Visits Oa 1136. Steph Knows/Team Project 1137. Danny's A Meta 1138. Danny's Ice Powers are Meta 1139. Dash is a Snitch 1140. Superhealing Danny 1141. Wes Looks Like The Riddler 1142. Ghost Cannibalism 1143. Superman is Half Dead 1144. De-Aged Danny 1145. Laptop Switch 1146. Alice and the Mad Hatter 1147. Alfred is Dead 1148. Batpham but not romance or adoption 1149. Lazarus Pit is Ghost Moonshine 1150. Hanahaki AU but They Just Die

[alwayslurkinginthebackground]

Fate - A Pedrotober Drabble

Day Twenty-Two of Pedrotober: Gladiator II Pedrotober Hosted by @norththelemon and @alyssamariag. View the full prompt list HERE and view my entire Pedrotober drabble catalog HERE.

Pairing: Marcus Acacius x f!reader

Rating: E for any number of reasons here. Sex (oral, p in v, rough sex, choking if you don't blink and miss it) and major character death.

Word Count: 1122

a/n: Raise your hand if you feel personally victimized by the start of the Gladiator II press today. Written originally as a one-shot and expanded into a trilogy. Read the entire "Fate" Trilogy | Fate | Before | After

It takes only a second.

Nothing more than a singular glance from across the arena, your eyes locking with his as the crowd roars in thunderous applause. You only hear silence, the atrocities of the battle drowned out by the weight of the memories that race through your mind. The instant reminder of what it was like to be young and in love. To chase him through the Colosseum walls in the dead of night. To feel his lips light a path along your skin and to taste the sweet cinnamon on his tongue. To whisper your fears in the shadows and to hear his promises in return.

Of lust. Of life. Of love.

Promises that he couldn't keep. That were never meant for two souls on two paths that should never have crossed. Not when he was born into a life of the grandest potential and you were born to obscurity, doomed to stay there. He was destined to lead. Destined to fight. You were only meant to return to the earth from which you came without pomp or circumstance.

But fate works in mysterious ways, and against all odds, the lines of your existence, the ones that should have run parallel, intersect in a way that neither of you could ever explain. He was there when your life erupted in ruin, death lurking as you watched the fire consume the unmoving bodies that made up your entire universe. It had been his first real battle, only a vision of all that was yet to come but enough to leave a bitter taste in his mouth.

In the city, you would take the same streets while leading vastly different lives, he atop a chariot, unable to stop the conflict, and you in the mass that surrounded him, overwhelmed by the stench of death. The rags covering your body paled in comparison to the embellished gold and white garments hanging from his shoulders, but you were both helpless to stop the barbarity.

Yet in the darkness, you are drawn together like a moth to the flame. A chance encounter that leaves your hand in his, the moonlight illuminating the arena as he leads you through the shadows left behind, whispering in your ear as your head falls back against the hard stone. You can still see the look on his face as he picks the flowers that grow amongst the cracks, handing them to you with a final kiss on your forehead and the reassurance that he will return.

It takes years, but he does.

As blood pools on the arena floor, you wait. It's chaos around you, the surge of exiting spectators closing in as you do your best to conceal yourself in a corner. They brush past you, roughly pushing against your body until you feel his hand wrapped around yours, tugging you with the flow of the crowd until you're pulled past a door. Back into the darkness and into his arms.

It's impossible to see him, but you can feel him. Your fingers trace the unfamiliar lines now etched into his skin and the scar that runs along his cheek. When his lips find yours, you whimper, helpless to do anything else as he presses you back against the wood.

"Come with me," he whispers, more a plea than a demand, and you do. You follow him through the dim hallways until you're blinking in the bright sunlight. He keeps you close until he's locking the door to his chambers.

The afternoon breeze cools your skin as you stand in the middle of the room. "Is it truly you?" you question, unsure of yourself for the first time since you met his gaze in the arena. Certain that this is all a dream because you'd convinced yourself long ago that you were never destined to be in his arms then, the same way you aren't now.

"A version of me," he mutters, his forehead resting against the door for a moment as he breathes deeply. "Perhaps not one that deserves you any longer," he adds when he turns, moving toward you with obvious intent. His lips crash against yours regardless, his large hand at the back of your neck to steady you as he moves you toward the bed, the tension snapping when you fall against it.

His fingers brush past the fabric along your thighs, hitching it higher and exposing your flesh to his waiting tongue. You can feel him grind his hips into the bed as he licks a stripe through your center, working you until you writhe beneath his firm grasp. He lets you teeter on the edge until you're pleading with him to let you come, to bury himself inside you and let you feel for the first time in years, but he draws it out. Fingers inching past your entrance and then retreating as though eternity is stretched before you.

When he releases you from his grasp, you're on your knees, crawling back across the plush fabric as he reaches for the ties at his waist. "Leave it, Marcus," you beg him, suddenly overwhelmed by the seconds ticking by. You can feel it, death lingering in the corners, but you pull him into another kiss, trying to convey that this moment in time is fleeting. That you know already he will be taken from you the way he already has been, whether he believes it or not.

You ease him onto his back, shifting the fabric until you can close your hand around his length, guiding it to your center. Borrowed time ticks by, the setting sun casting golden light on your skin when you ease down, Marcus moaning beneath you once he's encased in your waiting heat. The darkness closes in as he takes you over the edge again and again, his hand wrapped tightly around your throat until you see stars that make the night sky pale in comparison.

And then, your time runs out.

You ease the armor onto his shoulders, gentle kisses pressed to each inch of skin that remains. You hold him in your arms as he breathes you in, promises of life uttered once more. You watch from your place amidst the shadows as he enters the arena, sword at his side, and for the briefest of moments, your eyes lock one final time.

The crowd cheers, but it is your scream that causes the guards to find you in the exact place you were never meant to be. Your knees hit the ground with the same intensity as his lifeless body, and when death finally closes in, you welcome it with open arms, because, in the end, there was never an existence for you without him.

Read the entire "Fate" Trilogy | Fate | Before | After

[edmundtudor]

Below the cut I have made a list of each English and British monarch, the age of their mothers at their births, and which number pregnancy they were the result of. Particularly before the early modern era, the perception of Queens and childbearing is quite skewed, which prompted me to make this list. I started with William I as the Anglo-Saxon kings didn’t have enough information for this list.

House of Normandy

William I (b. c.1028)

Son of Herleva (b. c.1003)

First pregnancy.

Approx age 25 at birth.

William II (b. c.1057/60)

Son of Matilda of Flanders (b. c.1031)

Third pregnancy at minimum, although exact birth order is unclear.

Approx age 26/29 at birth.

Henry I (b. c.1068)

Son of Matilda of Flanders (b. c.1031)

Fourth pregnancy at minimum, more likely eighth or ninth, although exact birth order is unclear.

Approx age 37 at birth.

Matilda (b. 7 Feb 1102)

Daughter of Matilda of Scotland (b. c.1080)

First pregnancy, possibly second.

Approx age 22 at birth.

Stephen (b. c.1092/6)

Son of Adela of Normandy (b. c.1067)

Fifth pregnancy, although exact birth order is uncertain.

Approx age 25/29 at birth.

Henry II (b. 5 Mar 1133)

Son of Empress Matilda (b. 7 Feb 1102)

First pregnancy.

Age 31 at birth.

Richard I (b. 8 Sep 1157)

Son of Eleanor of Aquitaine (b. c.1122)

Sixth pregnancy.

Approx age 35 at birth.

John (b. 24 Dec 1166)

Son of Eleanor of Aquitaine (b. c.1122)

Tenth pregnancy.

Approx age 44 at birth.

House of Plantagenet

Henry III (b. 1 Oct 1207)

Son of Isabella of Angoulême (b. c.1186/88)

First pregnancy.

Approx age 19/21 at birth.

Edward I (b. 17 Jun 1239)

Son of Eleanor of Provence (b. c.1223)

First pregnancy.

Age approx 16 at birth.

Edward II (b. 25 Apr 1284)

Son of Eleanor of Castile (b. c.1241)

Sixteenth pregnancy.

Approx age 43 at birth.

Edward III (b. 13 Nov 1312)

Son of Isabella of France (b. c.1295)

First pregnancy.

Approx age 17 at birth.

Richard II (b. 6 Jan 1367)

Son of Joan of Kent (b. 29 Sep 1326/7)

Seventh pregnancy.

Approx age 39/40 at birth.

House of Lancaster

Henry IV (b. c.Apr 1367)

Son of Blanche of Lancaster (b. 25 Mar 1342)

Sixth pregnancy.

Approx age 25 at birth.

Henry V (b. 16 Sep 1386)

Son of Mary de Bohun (b. c.1369/70)

First pregnancy.

Approx age 16/17 at birth.

Henry VI (b. 6 Dec 1421)

Son of Catherine of Valois (b. 27 Oct 1401)

First pregnancy.

Age 20 at birth.

House of York

Edward IV (b. 28 Apr 1442)

Son of Cecily Neville (b. 3 May 1415)

Third pregnancy.

Age 26 at birth.

Edward V (b. 2 Nov 1470)

Son of Elizabeth Woodville (b. c.1437)

Sixth pregnancy.

Approx age 33 at birth.

Richard III (b. 2 Oct 1452)

Son of Cecily Neville (b. 3 May 1415)

Eleventh pregnancy.

Age 37 at birth.

House of Tudor

Henry VII (b. 28 Jan 1457)

Son of Margaret Beaufort (b. 31 May 1443)

First pregnancy.

Age 13 at birth.

Henry VIII (b. 28 Jun 1491)

Son of Elizabeth of York (b. 11 Feb 1466)

Third pregnancy.

Age 25 at birth.

Edward VI (b. 12 Oct 1537)

Son of Jane Seymour (b. c.1509)

First pregnancy.

Approx age 28 at birth.

Jane (b. c.1537)

Daughter of Frances Brandon (b. 16 Jul 1517)

Third pregnancy.

Approx age 20 at birth.

Mary I (b. 18 Feb 1516)

Daughter of Catherine of Aragon (b. 16 Dec 1485)

Fifth pregnancy.

Age 30 at birth.

Elizabeth I (b. 7 Sep 1533)

Daughter of Anne Boleyn (b. c.1501/7)

First pregnancy.

Approx age 26/32 at birth.

House of Stuart

James I (b. 19 Jun 1566)

Son of Mary I of Scotland (b. 8 Dec 1542)

First pregnancy.

Age 23 at birth.

Charles I (b. 19 Nov 1600)

Son of Anne of Denmark (b. 12 Dec 1574)

Fifth pregnancy.

Age 25 at birth.

Charles II (b. 29 May 1630)

Son of Henrietta Maria of France (b. 25 Nov 1609)

Second pregnancy.

Age 20 at birth.

James II (14 Oct 1633)

Son of Henrietta Maria of France (b. 25 Nov 1609)

Fourth pregnancy.

Age 23 at birth.

William III (b. 4 Nov 1650)

Son of Mary, Princess Royal (b. 4 Nov 1631)

Second pregnancy.

Age 19 at birth.

Mary II (b. 30 Apr 1662)

Daughter of Anne Hyde (b. 12 Mar 1637)

Second pregnancy.

Age 25 at birth.

Anne (b. 6 Feb 1665)

Daughter of Anne Hyde (b. 12 Mar 1637)

Fourth pregnancy.

Age 27 at birth.

House of Hanover

George I (b. 28 May 1660)

Son of Sophia of the Palatinate (b. 14 Oct 1630)

First pregnancy.

Age 30 at birth.

George II (b. 9 Nov 1683)

Son of Sophia Dorothea of Celle (b. 15 Sep 1666)

First pregnancy.

Age 17 at birth.

George III (b. 4 Jun 1738)

Son of Augusta of Saxe-Gotha (b. 30 Nov 1719)

Second pregnancy.

Age 18 at birth.

George IV (b. 12 Aug 1762)

Son of Charlotte of Mecklenburg-Strelitz (b. 19 May 1744)

First pregnancy.

Age 18 at birth.

William IV (b. 21 Aug 1765)

Son of Charlotte of Mecklenburg-Strelitz (b. 19 May 1744)

Third pregnancy.

Age 21 at birth.

Victoria (b. 24 May 1819)

Daughter of Victoria of Saxe-Coburg-Saafield (b. 17 Aug 1786)

Third pregnancy.

Age 32 at birth.

Edward VII (b. 9 Nov 1841)

Daughter of Victoria of the United Kingdom (b. 24 May 1819)

Second pregnancy.

Age 22 at birth.

House of Windsor

George V (b. 3 Jun 1865)

Son of Alexandra of Denmark (b. 1 Dec 1844)

Second pregnancy.

Age 20 at birth.

Edward VIII (b. 23 Jun 1894)

Son of Mary of Teck (b. 26 May 1867)

First pregnancy.

Age 27 at birth.

George VI (b. 14 Dec 1895)

Son of Mary of Teck (b. 26 May 1867)

Second pregnancy.

Age 28 at birth.

Elizabeth II (b. 21 Apr 1926)

Daughter of Elizabeth Bowes-Lyon (b. 4 Aug 1900)

First pregnancy.

Age 25 at birth.

Charles III (b. 14 Nov 1948)

Son of Elizabeth II of the United Kingdom (b. 21 Apr 1926)

First pregnancy.

Age 22 at birth.

[pagesfromthevoid]

Cowboy Like Me | d.d. | 12

Din Djarin x princess!reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: Murder, mentions of kidnapping

Author’s Note: Getting into problem causing <3

Series Masterlist | Talk to Me!

The Plot

“Excuse me?”

She was poking her head out her bedroom door, glancing between the two stormtroopers who guarded her door. They glanced down at her through their visors then between each other. She stood with her hands neatly in front of her, as if holding her dress up.

“Yes, princess?” The one on the right asked.

“Could one of you come in here and help me fasten the hooks on my dress?” She came off innocent, looking up at them with a sheepish smile. She motioned to her back. “I can’t reach them myself and I don’t wish to bother Isowen so early.”

The guards glanced between one another again before the one on the left shrugged. The trooper on the right followed her into the bedroom, asking something about the hooks and why she wore them if she couldn’t reach them. She rolled her eyes as the door shut behind him, just in time for Din to shove his elbow into the guard’s head. Before the trooper could yell out, Din slashed his knife across his throat, letting the guard drop to a heap on the floor. She scrunched up her nose at the sight, looking up at Din with a small frown.

“Do you really think this will work?” She asked as Din started to peel the armor off the stormtrooper, replacing his own with each piece.

“If I’m going to ensure you’re safe until we get that tracker out of your arm,” Din pointed out, lifting the trooper’s chest piece over his head. “This is going to work just fine, or get me killed; we have to find out one way or another.” 

“That is actually the worst rationale I have ever heard,” she pointed out, lifting the helmet of the trooper off his head. She held it out to Din, who stepped into her closet to change out of his. When he stepped out, she gave him an appraising look, but then scrunched her nose up once more. “I prefer the beskar.”

“You have no idea,” he mumbled, lifting the body of the trooper over his shoulder and shutting him in her closet. “You really don’t think your maid will say anything about him?”

“Isowen is loyal to me,” she promised, looking up at him. “No one else.”

He walked out of the closet again, gathering the blaster off the floor and turning to look down at her. She stood in front of the mirror of her vanity, attempting to fix her hair, before she turned back to him. He nodded once, motioning for the door. As she stepped away, however, he grabbed her hand and pulled her back into his arms. She looked up at him –into the visor of an enemy –and gave a soft smile.

“I’m going to get you out of here,” he promised. His hand trailed over the holster that was covered by the pastel pinks of her skirt. “And the moment I do –I’m going to marry you.”

“You –,”

“All good in there?” The other trooper called through the door, knocking.

She sighed, glancing over her shoulder. Then she put the mask of innocence back on. “Yes, yes –We’re coming now.”

Din rested his hand on the small of her back, leading her to the bedroom door. When she opened it, he dropped his hand and took his stance as a stormtrooper.

“We’re to escort you downstairs,” the trooper explained, nodding down the hallway. “Credence is waiting on you.”

She swallowed hard, glancing at Din. He wasn’t looking directly at her, his visor pointed down the hall, but she knew his eyes were cast towards her. Then she nodded, holding her hands behind her back and standing tall, and made her way down to meet her fate.

*****

Din stood back against the wall, opposite of his “partner.” The trooper –whose TK moniker was RG-1122 –had asked him about her dress, and if he “got a good look.” Which prompted Din to “accidentally” jab him with the end of his blaster. Now, they stood on opposite sides of a dining room, where Calisto, Credence and her ate in silence. Din was across from his princess, eyes trained on her.

She was clearly uncomfortable, hand trembling each time she brought her food to her mouth. Din had to repress the urge to comfort her, to reach out to her. If he wanted to get her out of the palace, he needed to play the part better. But her confidence from before had disappeared, faded into the silence that filled the room. 

“Have you considered your wedding gown yet, my dear?” Credence asked, breaking that silence, to address her. 

She shook her head, one hand slipping off the table. Her eyes glanced at Din momentarily before looking to her mother and back to Credence. He was certain she was touching the dagger under her dress; he hoped it brought her comfort when he couldn’t. 

“I have not, no,” she replied, voice soft but not the same softness she reserved for him or Grogu. It was a softness that suggested she wanted her voice to be hidden.

“I do like a plunging neckline,” Credence suggested, and Din gripped his blaster tight as the old man’s head visibly tilted down as he stared at her cleavage. “You would look lovely in something like that green dress you wore before being taken.”

Din almost scoffed. Taken. As if Din had been the reason she left this nightmare of a place. But he bit his tongue, glancing at her mother, who wasn’t even listening to the conversation. Calisto was reading over a tablet, eyes narrowed. 

“I do not have that dress any longer.” Which Din knew was a lie, as she had worn it for him. She wouldn’t wear it for anyone but him now. 

“A pity.” Credence waved his hand absently. “You can have it recreated in white.”

She just nodded. Calisto stood suddenly, pushing her plate away from her. Din stood ready, eyeing the woman carefully. 

“Credence, your presence has been requested at the senate to give your official statement to withdraw your name.”

“I will not give my word until we are married,” Credence countered, standing up. 

Din turned his attention to her, as she gripped her fork tight. They talked about her like she wasn’t even there, and Din hated every second of it. He couldn’t imagine how awful it felt for her. 

Calisto rolled her eyes, picking up her tablet and handing it over. “You have no choice. Gideon is making his move, and it is me or you. And you are not in his favor.”

“And you are, Calisto?”

Calisto looked to her now, a rather sinister smile spreading over her lips. “Oh, I will be. When your lovely wife brings me the child.”

Both Din and her attention snapped to Calisto. Her eyes widened and she shot from her seat, chair clattering to the floor behind her. RG-1122 stepped forward, pointing his blaster at the back of her head. Din, however, pointed his blaster at him.

“You will not touch that child,” she growled, pointing at Calisto with an anger he had never seen before. “You will get him over my dead body.”

“That can be arranged,” Calisto hissed back, stepping around the table to approach her. “Do you really think you have a choice in this matter?” She yanked her daughter's arm out harshly, pushing the sleeve up. A dull, intermittent flashing could be seen just under the skin. “I control your every move.”

“You control nothing,” she sneered, yanking her arm back from Calisto’s grip. 

“You’re right, I don’t.” Calisto shoved her back, pointing at Credence. “He does, as your husband.”

Credence reached out to grab her, but Din took half a step forward. She shot him a warning look, telling him silently to leave it. She steadied herself, slipping just past Credence’s touch, and gathered her skirts. 

“I will not give up that child,” she promised, looking between the two right now. “The Mandalorian will cut you down where you stand if you try.”

“One Mandalorian against an army —I think you overestimate his abilities.”

“I think he would like his odds.”

Oh, and he really did. 

*****

“You need to return to Sorgan,” she ordered as he escorted her back to her room. Her voice was low, commanding. One that showed off the title she possessed. 

Din didn’t like it. Not right now, at least. 

The other trooper had been ordered to stay back with Calisto, leaving Din to return her. The only one to question them was Isowen, though all she asked was if he needed anything. She had given Isowen a thankful look, then asked her to keep an eye out for them.

“I’m not leaving you here alone,” he argued, pushing her door open. 

“You have to stand out here,” she reminded him, leaning against her door frame as she looked up at him. He huffed in annoyance before stepping out of the room. She closed the door softly, but tapped on it, to make sure he could hear. “Din, you have to protect Grogu.” He stood at attention outside the door, listening closely as she spoke. “Go back to Sorgan, retrieve him and bring him back here by the end of the week.”

“If you have a plan, you need to tell me.”

“If I tell you, you’re going to attempt to stop me.”

“This isn’t a game —,”

“And I am not playing one.”

He glanced down the hall, where Isowen stood off to the side. She was glancing around the corner, then back at him. The twi’lek nodded once, and Din turned on his heel and shoved the door open. She yelped in surprise as he slammed the door behind him, pushing her into the room further. 

“You tell me what you have planned and I’ll tell you if it’ll work.”

“Either it works or it doesn’t,” she repeated his words from that morning. “We have to find out one way or another.”

He narrowed his eyes under the helmet, eyeing her closely. “Tell me your plan.”

“I will attend the party,” she explained carefully, crossing her arms over her chest. “You will bring the child back here, so we can protect him together.”

“But I can’t leave you alone —,”

“I am capable of protecting myself, Din.” Her hand slipped between the split of her skirt and pulled her dagger out. “I have a reason to fight now.”

He stared at her for a long time, eyes switching from her dagger to her face several times. 

“You have to trust me.”

“I do. I just —,”

“Then go save our child,” she ordered softly. “And we’ll be married by the end of the week.”

———

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[alliceolivia]

Blind date (Steve) pt.2

It may have taken me about three months... but, @storysbymyway, you asked for a part two, and you will get a part two! As my teacher always says; better late than never 😅 Really hope you like it <3

Word count: 1122

Two Months Later

pov Natasha

Two months. That’s how long it’s been since I orchestrated the infamous “Steve Meets Y/n” setup. And honestly? It’s been fascinating to watch things unfold.

Steve, the man who would rather jump out of a plane than go on a date, has become someone I barely recognize—in a good way. He’s lighter, happier. He smiles more, which was unnerving at first, but I can’t complain. The man deserves to be happy, and it’s clear Y/n is the one who makes that happen.

This morning, as I stroll into the Avengers kitchen, I catch him making a cake. A cake. He’s whistling some old tune, looking ridiculously pleased with himself.

“Who are you, and what have you done with Steve Rogers?” I ask, leaning against the counter.

Steve turns to me, a spatula in hand, unbothered by my teasing. “Good morning to you too, Nat.”

I raise an eyebrow, taking a sip of my coffee. “Let me guess… you’re making it for Y/n?”

“It’s her birthday,” He shrugs, but there’s a telltale blush creeping up his neck. “We’re going on a date later.”

I can’t help but grin. “You’re smitten. Admit it.”

Steve shakes his head, butting frosting in a bag. “Can’t a guy make a cake for a girl without being interrogated?”

I laugh, and let it go (for now). But inside, I’m proud. My meddling worked better than I could’ve hoped.

pov Y/n

Walking into the Avengers Tower still feels surreal. The sleek hallways, the high-tech everything, and the occasional sighting of a superhero. None of it feels normal, even after two months of seeing Steve.

As I make my way to the kitchen, I can smell something delicious. Turning the corner, I spot Steve by the stove.

“Good morning,” I say, leaning against the doorway.

Steve turns, his face lighting up when he sees me. “Morning,” he says warmly and quickly makes his way over to hug me, whispering happy birthday into my ear. “Why don’t you wait in the living room? I just have to finish something here.” He has a sly smile on his face.

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When we have finished eating, we sit in comfortable silence and just enjoy the view. I watch Steve with pure affection in my eyes while he looks out at the swans in the pond. There’s something so peaceful about him.

After a while, I notice a subtle shift in him. Steve takes a deep breath, the kind that signals he’s preparing to say something important. The sound catches my attention, and I sit up a little straighter, my curiosity piqued.

“Y/n,” he begins, his voice soft but something about it makes me uneasy.

“Yeah?” I prompt gently, sensing his hesitation. His usually confident demeanor has been replaced with a slight nervousness, and I can't help but feel a hint of concern. He looks down at his hands for a moment, as if gathering his thoughts, then reaches out to take mine in his. His fingers are warm and reassuring, but there’s a slight tremble that I can’t ignore.

“I’ve been thinking a lot about us,” he says, his eyes lifting to meet mine. There’s an intensity in his gaze, and my heart begins to race. “These past few months have been some of the best in my life, and it’s all because of you. You make me happier than I ever thought possible.”

His words are sweet, but I can’t shake the unease creeping into my chest. Despite the beautiful things he’s saying to me, I can’t oversee the nervousness in his eyes and the way his thumb absentmindedly rubs the back of my hand. I try to keep my expression neutral, not wanting to reveal the storm of emotions swirling inside me. But, my mind immediately jumps to the worst possible outcome right away.

Oh, no, I think, panic starting to bubble. Why does my mind always jump to conclusions? The feeling of foreboding grips me tightly. Does he not want to see me anymore? The thought sends a pang through my heart, and I internally plead, Not now, not now. Let it last a little longer. Not on my birthday-

pov Steve

I can’t believe how much my life has changed since that day at the café. Y/n and I have been seeing each other regularly, and each date has been better than the last. She’s brought a lightness into my life that I didn’t realize I was missing. Natasha was right—though I’d never admit it to her face—Y/n is exactly what I needed.

Today is her birthday and we’re meeting at the park for a picnic. The early spring air is crisp, and the trees are just starting to bloom. I’ve been planning this evening for weeks. I look into her eyes and squeeze her hand gently.

“I guess what I’m trying to say is…”

“Do you not want to see me anymore?” Her voice cuts me off. She has a glum look on her face.

“No!” I quickly say. What on earth made her think that? “No, god, no! I…” I turn around and take a box out of my bag. “I- I want us to be official.” My heart is pounding as I open the box and show her the cake I made. On it I have written: Would you be my girlfriend?

“Would you be my girlfriend?” I finally say

For a moment, she looks surprised, but then her face breaks into a radiant smile as she looks between me and the cake.

“Steve, I’d love to be your girlfriend,” she says, her voice breathless and slightly higher than usual, with a hint of disbelief.

Relief and joy flood through me as I pull her into a hug. The world feels right—like everything has fallen into place.

pov Natasha

I smirk as I watch Steve and Y/n walk hand in hand into the Tower. They look so happy together, and I can’t help but feel a sense of pride. My meddling worked out perfectly.

As they pass by, I give Steve a knowing look. “So, Cap, how’s the dating life treating you?” I tease.

He chuckles, glancing at Y/n with a soft smile. “Better than I could have imagined,” he admits, squeezing her hand.

“Good,” I say, genuinely happy for them. “Just remember, I get to be the maid of honor at the wedding.”

Y/n laughs, and Steve rolls his eyes, but there’s a hint of a smile on his lips. “One step at a time, Nat,” he replies.

I watch them walk away, feeling content. It’s not often you get to see your friends find happiness, and knowing I played a part in it makes it even sweeter.

Mission accomplished.

[zyrafowe-sny]

broken bones and worldviews (1122 words) by Jagodzianka

inspired by the @whumpcember 2024 Day 1 prompt "broken bones"

Fandom: Nimona (2023)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Characters: Todd Sureblade

Additional Tags: Whumpcember, Whumpcember 2024, Broken Bones, Hospitals, Hospitalization, TV News, Rehabilitation, through involuntarily news-watching

Summary:

"You got in a serious motorhorse accident during last night's…events," she said. "Frankly, you're quite lucky to even be alive after a collision at that speed and that big of a fall — that's some good tech in that Institute armor. You've got an impressive list of broken bones — would you like to hear?"

"Mmph," Todd tried to say in the negative, but the doctor took his mumble as a "Yes."

or

A nurse turns on the news when Todd is stuck in a hospital bed.

[azucar-skull]

Get Used To It

(written for @tmnt-write-fight for @13runningsomething)

Fandom: 2012 TMNT

Prompt: 2012 leo dealing with a heart condition after he almost died in space (doesn't have to be angsty; mostly interested in seeing how he deals with it or how it's affected his training/abilities and daily routine)

Word Count: 1122

Posted on AO3 too!

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Leo always knew something was off about him growing up.

He ran out of breath quicker, couldn’t stand up in the same spot for too long, and absolutely hated the heat. He quickly disregarded those things as weaknesses, signs that he just simply wasn’t training hard enough. He became obsessed with the dojo, fighting and training and pushing himself to his limits. Enough that he passes out. But surely, that only meant he was getting stronger. That he was pushing his limits higher.

Right?

Well, that space incident sure proved him wrong. He guessed that his body was barely holding it together, that all it took was one good shove for everything to topple over. Now he was even more out of breath, couldn’t stand for as long, and the fucking heat. He tried to hide it from the others, he couldn’t let his team family see him as weak. Emphasis on tried. But his brothers had been more wary about how Leo was holding up after his heart fucking stopped for a bit.

Who knew there was a name for it? What did Donnie say again? Vase…bagel…something? He couldn’t quite hear anything after waking up from the makeshift tilt table test that Donnie forced him to do. That wasn’t fun at all.

“It’s like POTS but in the opposite direction.”, Donnie had explained to him. “Instead of your heart racing, it actually drops lower and lower until it stops completely. But you’re not dead, your brain just takes a minute to start the heart back up again and you’ll be fine.”

“So my heart likes to stop at random moments?”

“...Not exactly but sure.”

And things haven’t been the same since after that. New things were added to his everyday routine. New diet, new training plan, new precautionary measures. Just new, new, new. Trying to find a balance to it all. Not to mention the threat that if nothing works, he’ll need a pacemaker. Not sure how that would work or how he would even get one. But he was not about to fuck around and find out.

Each day started the same. Wake up, and immediately begin chugging water. It took a while to get used to. Not to mention the nausea that followed. Leo basically lost the appetite for any breakfast at this point. And after he’s finished chugging a bottle, he had to take a salt shot. The how took a few options. Liquid IVs were nice, you could just mix them in the water. But they are very hard to come by, always out of stock in most stores and incredibly expensive. Salt tablets were simple, just needed to chug water bottles before and after taking one. If you could stand chugging, Leo couldn’t. Especially in the mornings. Then, when all else fails, a teaspoon of salt down the hatch. Yuck. It basically all boiled down to this: Stock up on as many LIVs as possible and if he just so happened to have run out, then suck it up and chug it down.

And that was just the morning.

Then there was diet. Donnie stated that people with dysautonomias needed to have high sodium diets. But just think about all the foods that are high in sodium. And it’s basically a diet consisted of fatty junk foods. Leo was not a big fan of that. A warrior should have a proper meal regime with all the food groups and even then, it was nothing but gross to add extra salt to everything. It made him sick most of the time. He hadn’t been doing a good job keeping up with that but…no one needs to know.

But the training. Apparently his heart condition would go off due to certain triggers. The main one being overexertion. (The other 2 mains being caffeine and alcohol but it wasn’t like Leo was much of a coffee guy or alcoholic). If Leo overworked himself, he’d pass out. And if he passed out, his brothers would lecture him, and if that happens, then it turns into a fight about Leo’s pride and how he shouldn’t be told what to do because he’s the leader and…

Well, it’s best to avoid it.

Most days…Leo can’t help but want to give up on trying. He gets what people mean now when they say it’s a battle to fight against illnesses. It literally is a battle. Wake up. Fight. Eat. Fight. Train. Fight. Sleep. And repeat. It’s exhausting. And he can’t help but feel so…weak. Like he can’t support his own weight without assistance. This is not how a warrior should be. A warrior should be fully capable to handle any task. A warrior shouldn’t need help or aid to keep going. A warrior shouldn’t be so high maintenance—

THWAK! A comic book hits him on the forehead.

“Ow! Hey! What the shell, Mikey?!”, Leo gripes from his spot on the couch to his orange-clad brother on his beanbag.

“I could sense your internalized ableism from all the way over here, bro!”, Mikey taunts. “It was making me crazy! I couldn’t read my comic, it was so distracting.”

Leo sighs and crosses his arms. “It’s none of your business.”

“It is my business when it’s disrupting my comic time. …What are you even thinking about?”

Leo ponders, taking a deep breath through his nostrils. “...Did Donnie say anything about there being a cure to this heart condition thing?”

“You’d be asking the wrong turtle dude.”, Mikey mutters. “If there was one, I think Donnie would’ve already cured you by now.” The turtle sits up in his beanbag, reaching over to get his comic book back. “Why does that even matter to you?”

“Because I’m the leader! I’m supposed to be strong and capable and—”

“You don’t have to be all those things, bro.”, Mikey cuts in. “And you are strong and capable in your own way! Even then, we’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, you’re our brother before you’re ever our leader.”

“Yeah yeah I know…”, Leo mumbles. “Don’t help with…this. I’m used to people depending on me, not the other way around.”

“Well get used to it.”, Mikey scoffs, snapping his comic book back open and ending the conversation there.

What a funny thought. Get used to it. It couldn’t be that simple. Leo just wants things to be normal again. He wishes things were different. If he hadn’t gotten hurt, maybe he could be stronger than ever. Maybe he could’ve gotten everyone out of all these messes much easier. And maybe he wouldn’t have to sprinkle salt on every single fucking thing he eats.

But maybe…

Maybe he could get used to it.

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My very first attack!!! Yippee!!! I just closed my eyes and randomly selected a prompt at random and ending up getting this one! So ironic, given the fact I also have a heart condition. So I decided to give it to Leo! Enjoy the vasovagal syndrome, buddy! (There is no escape--)

[promptsforyourwhumpfic]

Whump Prompt #1122

Submitted by Anon - thanks!

Character A feels responsible for having caused a tragedy that has involved all of humanity. 

Character B in love with A, finds a way to fix it but it costs him his own life. B dies in A's arms, leaving him alone and in despair at having lost the only person who trusted and loved him.

[mthofferings2023]

areiton

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Injury Prompt #1122

Limb frozen inside a block of ice

[yamatossideboob]

ONE PIECE 1122 Spoilers!

(1122 is such a good number)

This week's balances:

I fucking love how much effort Oda clearly put into this redraw of a fan's piece waaaaaaaa

Hard to believe there were still doubters after Whitebeard SAID the One Piece was real 2 and a bit years ago. Though he *was* a fearsome pirate emperor and Vegapunk a beloved inventor 🤔

"Your days are numbered world government!!!" god I hope so, random prisoner

and I adore that Vegapunk made sure the folks at Impel Down heard everything. Vegapunk voice I love causing problems on purpose

My OP bestie was saying to me last night how if you told someone in 1997 that the crying pink boy mopping decks for Alvida would end up as a major foil to the main character and a contender to find the One Piece, they'd call you a fucking liar

"I have to stop your dream from being realised!!!" good fucking luck Koby, you are doomed to failure by the narrative

No but fr Koby vs Luffy is a real probability now. coughing baby hydrogen bomb.

ily Jairman Bahgee, clown of the people fr king of the pirates to ME

The Cross Guild shippers are getting to me bc when Croc told Buggy "sit" I first assumed he meant on his lap

Wouldn't it be great if Caribou had no valuable intel in fact and Blackbeard earthquaked him to death

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand the transponder is banjaxed. tough shit for the Elders though lmaooooooo

I love Emet so much lads, honestly this chapter made all those cliffhangers and teases worth it

"you look so much like him" so does this mean the Nika forme, or does Luffy actually look like Joyboy did full time?

"Sorry that I couldn't make you king" the 'Joyboy was bad' theorisers will chew on that line for months, cheers Oda

"D." UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

I choose to read this as hearing the D. dispelled any lingering doubts in Emet's mind. Pull the fuckin lever Giant Robo!!!!!!!

This whole segment is just. wow. Emet laughing like Luffy or maybe Joyboy would, knowing they can genuinely protect him with this manoeuvre, them thanking him for letting them hear the drums one last time... The fucking THUNDERCLAP OF CONKER HAKI SO BIG IT KNOCKS OUT MARINES FOR MILES AROUND WHILE EMET TELLS LUFFY NOT TO DIE JESUS CHRIST LADS THIS IS SO MUCH

THE HAKI ROPE FUCKING NEGATING THE ELDERS' YOKAI FORMES AND FUCKING EJECTING THEM BACK TO MARIEJOIS

and Mars waiting for them to get home patiently lmao

So this begs so much questioning. Just how does that teleportation circle work, and why is Imu of all people fatigued by this happening? My mind is still racing at this, and this is what I think: given how we never got a Devil Fruit name drop when the Elders shifted to Yokai Forme several chapters ago (which prompted much speculation in itself), and seeing Imu worn out now after the Elders were negated and sent packing... I think the Yokai shit is Imu's power, DF or not. The reason we got no Elder DF names is bc it' the one ability, which belongs to the secret god-king hiding back in Mariejois. The summoning circle is probably also Imu's power, because this looks to me like the transportation needs to be sustained - that massive Haki blast made Imu lose his focus, causing the Elders to get jettisoned back to hg. Seeing as how Mars was there before them, this teleportation power seems to have a range too - Mars was forced out of this range by Luffy & co, causing him to be zapped back first. This all seems incredibly overpowered to be the one DF/whatever else, but given how Imu is the secret final boss of One Piece, I can totally buy that he's fucking busted.

Also who the fuck is this other person worrying about Imu. I forget does he had any direct servants or w/e but this takes me aback.

Ahem. regardless, this proves that Imu and the Elders are not invincible. As to what ends up being the key to their defeat... Idk! We saw that Joyboy Haki doing numbers on them, maybe his was just different? or maybe it's sheer volume thats the key?? UGH how exciting!!!

Nami implies Edision is kaput but this is OP and i'll not believe he's dead until I see that righteous dude being disassembled for scrap, sorry lads

WAIT JOYBOY COME BACK YOU FORGOT AN ELDER (this does reinforce my teleportation circle notion, given how Saturn was the only one who arrived at Egghead without it)

Hm. Hey Joyboy? Just how the fuck do you tie HAKI INTO A GODDAMN KNOT???

lol no but this is reminiscent of HxH (also GOAT ftr) and how nen can be imbued into objects for different effects. Or else the rope is literally Haki made physical? Is this the brand of Haki that made the other Elders gtfo? Is this the level required to put those Yokai bastards down once and for all?

I've only just noticed right now that Emet has an X on his wrist.... A True Nakama....

rip to the 'Joyboy wasn't human' speculators, you fought valiantly but Joyboy was a tiny human man

Emet you're such a strong brave boy ilysm

fuck man when this gets animated I'm really gonna cry. Emet is such a sweetie T^T

Also Joyboy's lines here foreshadow a DEVASTATING flashback to come, god almighty lads steel yerselves now

mannnnnnnnn that was a top-notch chapter, the SJ summer break will be a doddle after this feast of hype and intrigue.

Summer's here and the time is right lads, OP is on break but enjoy yerselves if and when you can! WWLD! 💪✖️

[dhr-ao3]

Microfics for TTPF

Microfics for TTPF https://ift.tt/Hl4w306 by shewritesmaybe Daily Microfic Challenge (50-500 words) Each chapter is in its own little world, they are not related to each other. Relationship tags for story updated with each day that's added. Any content warnings will be listed on the appropriate chapters. 1. 5/1/2024 "I know he's crazy, but he's the one I want" Hermione Granger/Antonin Dolohov 2. 5/1/2024 “I’m pissed off you let me give you all that youth for free” Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy Words: 1122, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English Series: Part 4 of Short Fics based on Prompts Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M Relationships: Antonin Dolohov/Hermione Granger, Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/oD9bUw4 May 01, 2024 at 11:33PM

[joshay98]

Day 1122 - 1125 (3 years, 26 - 29 days)

Gosh, I love when this happens. I know it's a simple texture swap but it just adds so much.

Anyway, Days of Feast started!

Don't forget to visit the Office to grab older items.

And a new event in the tea shop!

Also all festive! ^^

So Sky has a crossover with Alice in Wonderland.

Genuinely adore the night theme and being all small. I kinda wish this would stay.

Tickets are easy to get. Like last time there are 15 scattered around the area for the duration of the event and you can get 5 daily through helping NPCs.

84 tickets. And the bunny ears hairstyle also costs 150 candles. Gonna be working a lot for these.

At least the area has a ton of normal wax to collect. Even sitting on the tea table gives some.

The tea table is also really fun! Hearing the spirits ramble about the most random topics is quite the experience. AND periodically they shift seats. Which you also get the prompt for. And if a Sky Kid misses the prompt they get shoved off the chair. X]

This could turn into a fun game. ^^

Great event so far. I really like it! Always have a soft spot for winter festivals.