#short prompts

[thepenultimateword]

Hello everyone! As October approaches, I've been hearing a lot about the very popular Whumptober. However, since I'm not much of a whump writer, I decided to go ahead and make my own Flufftober challenge!

For those who don't already know, this challenge involves following a prompt for each day in October. I am writing blog, so I'll be writing, but feel free to follow these prompts in the medium of your choice! Also, you can participate as much or as little as you like. Technically, the challenge is for the entire month, but if there's a day you're not vibing with the prompt or you just don't have time, don't stress. This is purely for fun.

If you're not one for pure fluff, flangst (fluff/angst) is also perfectly acceptable.

Let me know if you have any questions! I hope you enjoy!

P.S. I'd love to see what you all come up with! So if you so choose to share, tag me in your posts or use the tag #flufftober2024 (however others creators have also made their own flufftobrs, so things will get mixed up a bit)

Flufftober 2024 Prompts

Day 1: Rainstorm

Day 2: Fireplace

Day 3: Sweater Day

4: Apple Cider

Day 5: Hurt/Comfort

Day 6: Cuddles

Day 7: Protective

Day 8: Secret Relationship

Day 9: Sickfic

Day 10: Pumpkin Patch

Day 11: Hugs and Kisses

Day 12: Blankets

Day 13: Harvest Festival

Day 14 Coffee Shop

Day 15: Ghost

Day 16: Sweet Treat

Day 17: Breakfast

Day 18: Nostalgia

Day 19: Scary Movie

Day 20: Reunion

Day 21: Sleepy

Day 22: Whisper

Day 23: Finally Safe

Day 24: Confession

Day 25: Holding Hands

Day 26: Monster

Day 27: Cleaning up

Day 28: Embarrassed

Day 29: Leaf Fight

Day 30: Roadtrip

Day 31: Found Family

[scealaiscoite]

three word prompts ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🐚 ꒱

— "come to bed."

— "i love you."

— "one chance. please."

— "are you hurt?!"

— "i missed you."

— "things have changed."

— "what's going on?"

— "are you okay?"

— "please don't cry."

— "you're my home."

— "you're the best."

— "i'm not okay."

— "you look amazing!"

— "you're my person."

— "please, i'm begging."

[anawrites3]

"why the fuck is there an iguana in my bed?" + sladick

Slade woke up slowly, in a way he hadn’t in a while. The army changed you forever and it’s not like he minded it very much but- he had to admit waking up with no hurry was nice. A warm body was pressing against his side, messy hair tickling his chin where it was tucked against his collarbone and he allowed himself to just lay there and enjoy the moment.

Then, another weight climbed slowly onto his chest. Four pressure points pushed against his stomach through the sheets to stay there and for a moment Slade wondered when did they get a cat.

He opened his eye.

“Why the fuck is there an iguana in my bed?”

Dick didn’t even look at the animal as he draped himself further over Slade’s side.

“He doesn’t like the couch much.” He hummed, voice rough with sleep.

“Grayson.”

Dick laughed, his warm breath washing over Slade’s bare skin.

“Damian dropped him off earlier.” He explained, nosing against Slade’s jaw. “He has school today so obviously he couldn’t take him and Bruce wouldn’t really be happy with another new pet so soon so he asked me to babysit.”

Unbelievable. Though it wasn’t that much of a surprise – the brat probably had his own zoo at this point with how often he picked strays off the streets. Had to be genetic, he thought bitterly, with Wayne taking in all the orphans he saw.

“For how long?” Slade asked instead of saying anything else. They could argue but he didn’t feel like wasting the day on pointless arguments.

It was a good answer too, because Dick beamed up at him.

“Just a few days.” He promised and Slade damn well knew it was a lie.

The iguana blinked.

Slade dragged a pillow from under Dick’s head and pressed it against his face, ignoring his complains.

[dlthedescent]

DL: Descent Short Stories: Lullaby

This is one of several short prompts I had written within the Descent world but didn't put in the fics cuz they're short. I didn't think much about sharing them before because most are random stuff. But this is one of my strongest so here you go. Also, I dunno if this is required but tw for child death? Even though it's a Screamer? Regardless the theme here is a bit heavy.

For some reason, a district of Scanderoon stirred.

It was nosier than usual. The child whimpered, mixing crying with laughing. He couldn't understand why today, the others were making so much noise.

Was it food? Noise meant the big ones had found a prey. He was hungry but he would have to wait until much later, when the food had lost its freshness.

Then came the horrid screams.

And that stopped the child from wailing. He hunched up like a little scared animal and listened carefully. He was small - he couldn't fight even if he could.

There was noise. Something was happened. Something actually frightened the bigger ones. He heard a hiss - a show of dominance - followed by a painful yelp and a thud.

Run! Run from the outcast! the infected communicated to each other.

Outcast?

He thought it was the really, REALLY furious ones. But they came out at night-

Behind him, light suddenly beamed in as the beaded curtains were pulled back.

No. Something came to him!

"AHHHHHHHHHHHH!" the Screamer burst. Warning the danger to leave him alone. Warning the big ones to come help.

"Arrgh!" whatever was behind him hollered in a hoarse voice, covering its ears. But instead of backing away and fleeing like the other dangers had done approaching the child, this one kept going. "Stupid ears!"

The child turned and saw it. The outcast.

It was even bigger than the scary ones at night. Menacing-looking and something was all wrong about the outcast. It didn't smell like the others, it acted weird!

Those silver-blue eyes frightened him.

The Screamer screamed even louder, as loud as his tiny lungs could make.

At first, it seemed like the outcast was giving up. Leave him alone.

Then it suddenly lunged after the infected child.

In panic, the child stopped screaming and quickly ducked under a boarded doorway.

"Dammit!" Crack! Thud! The boards were bashed down but the child ran out of the house and down a covered walkway.

Run! Run like the others told him to! He had been told to run even before. Something was always going to catch him and kill him.

Because that something had once killed someone. It wasn't another Screamer like him but he faintly recalled something like that - a figure in red being eaten up.

And now it was his turn. Something big was coming to eat him up as well!

He had to find another hiding place. Somewhere dark.

Somewhere safe.

"Hm-hm hm hmm-hm-hm

Hm-hm-hm hm-hm hm-hmm."

It was soft.

But also familiar.

"Hm-hm hm-hm hm hm-hmm.

Hm hm hm-hm hm hm?"

The Screamer scrambled to a clumsy but slow halt. A sudden, long-forgotten feeling of sadness overcame the fear and in its daze, it was drawn to the humming from inside a building.

Someone used to sing that to the child long ago. Someone they couldn't remember other than the hazy flashes.

"Hm. Hm-hm-hm-hm, hm hm-hm hm-hm hm hm."

A shape came into view the closer he got to the humming. Human-shaped. Prey but dangerous too.

He needed the bigger infected to come take the prey down and once they've have their meal, he could scavenge for the scraps.

But he didn't scream this time.

The prey was adorned in red.

Someone had worn red before in those flashes.

That someone was crying for some reason in the little fragments inside the child's empty head. She was also holding him - both of them terrified.

But she kept on singing the same tone his prey sang. The stranger from his memory sang him a lullaby to make all the worries go away.

For the first time, in the longest time, his eyes watered. And suddenly, for a split second, he remembered.

Mummy!

He wailed. Bursting out but his throat was all so sore from the screaming. He just wanted to cry.

All these feelings felt alien to him and yet, he realized he had felt them before. He couldn't make sense of everything but there was one thing made clear.

He was scared. He was being chased. He was alone. But now she was back!

Mummy! He wished she could hear him! He ran up to the prey in red with open arms.

And all his pleads were answered. The human stretched out her arms to him.

He embraced her and felt her hands wrap around his bald, boil-covered head.

His mother, who wore a blood-soaked, locally-designed dress. He was a little boy with his mother, hiding from monsters outside their home.

Finally! Finally, he wasn't alone.

Why did he forget her? What happened to them?

It didn't matter anymore. He was reunited with his missing mother.

But he still hadn't had a bite to eat!

And his mother still smelled like prey.

Mummy! Please! I'm hungr-!

SNAP!

It was a loud pop that resounded throughout the infected's body. Suddenly, he couldn't breath. He couldn't move - his arms and legs dropped.

He couldn't sink his teeth on meat. Blackness flashed in his vision as he tried to look up. But he couldn't.

Mummy. I'm scared.

He remembered saying that to the human. And that human hugged him so tightly. After that, it was a blur.

His prey still continued to hum. She held him tightly, rocking back and forth.

The fear disappeared.

"It's ok. Mummy is here," he remembered his mother's weeping. Her lullaby.

"Mother takes care of her child. Mother takes care of their home. Mother works day and night. Mother prepares for the next day."

Yeah.

He was safe with Mummy now.

And she would be with him the next day.

Gradually, his undead heart finally stopped. A gloved hand reached over his dry eyes and closed them shut. The prey laid him down, arms crossed and finally, the poor infected boy was at peace. The 'outcast' joined, standing not too far from the prey.

"Good night, hon," the brunette in the red jacket - his reaper - whispered.

[lyralit]

hey lyra!! i hope you're having an amazing holiday season!

i don't know if you have time or anything but I'd like your help with something in my story... what would be third party reasons to make a couple break up?

thank you so much for everything you been resourcing in your blog!

jealousy from the part of anyone

information on B that A wasn't aware of but C spilled

C spent A's birthday with B

C sensing something off about A and B distancing themselves

B having a close friendship with C that A was not comfortable with

family issues / A never really connecting with B

A sees B with someone else; misunderstanding

B was having a rough time and couldn't help A with their own troubles

mental health

A hid something from B that didn't come into relevance until later

A is scarred by an ex-partner. they can't trust B.

[cittielinks]

academic rival au but make it joongdok.

Every since Yoo Joonghyuk transferred to Kim Dokja’s school everything went downhill! (For Kim Dokja’s at least).  Academic validation is the only one that made Kim Dokja feel appreciated. He wasn’t the prettiest one ( he is, he was just.. not seeing it) nor the athletic one nor the handsome one! So when Yoo Joonghyuk arrived in his class everything was just shitty. Always the second place.

Literature? 1st place, Yoo Joonghyuk. 2nd place, Kim Dokja. 

Mathematics and Sciences? 1st place, Yoo Joonghyuk. 2nd place, Kim Dokja. 

Overall scorer, 1st place, Yoo Joonghyuk. 2nd place, Kim Dokja.

 Clenching his fist hard. He murmured as he glared at the mentioned board. ‘Top 2, Kim Dokja.’

“You better watch out, Yoo Joonghyuk.” Kim Dokja vowed to be the best among the rest. So for months, he studied and studied. Until finally! Top 1, Kim Dokja. Top 2, Yoo Joonghyuk. Top 3, …..”

 “TAKE THAT YOU STUPID SUNFISH!”

Feeling like he just lost to something, Yoo Joonghyuk decided to finally see Kim Dokja as his worthy rival. Each and every contest they would join and over and over again, both would either be in 1st place or 2nd place holder. It got a bit harsher when both he and Kim Dokja decided to kill each other

It started with constant bickering then it became punches to flower pots and to sabotaging each other. Either informing the other some wrong pieces of information to just plainly trying to make the other trip on their own feet. Of course, the teachers tried to put a stop to it but it ended terribly. So they decided to let it be unless someone was hurt so badly they would put an end to it. It was around the last years of high school. When Yoo Joonghyuk decided to fuck it and date Kim Dokja in hopes of making Kim Dokja distracted.

Then Yoo Joonghyuk somehow got to see Kim Dokja outside their academic rivalry. He gets to see how Kim Dokja would bite his nails when stressed. Or how he blows his fringes every time he reads his notes. He gets to see Kim Dokja cursing over his web novels ( he didn't even know Kim Dokja reads web novels)

And for a moment he gets to see how pretty Kim Dokja is without the constant glares and curses. And without a second thought, he knew he was falling in love. So it wasn’t a surprise when he was the one who got distracted in the end.

But it's fine, he gets to marry his one and only rival anyway.

[post-nuclear-sweetheart]

Prompts Chapter Two

Named OC x Revali

Prompt: Forehead nuzzles

Summary: In their search to discover why the Champions are unable to control the Divine Beasts, a banquet is held, and Revali proposes an idea. This is the morning after.

[wangxianficrecs]

Follower Recs

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Ficrec: interesting tumblr drabble/prompt about what of jl heard jc say that wwx should have let wen cao kill lz and Jin zixuan. [The prompt is also on AO3, so I'm linking both!]

Careless Words

by Vrishchika

M, 1k, Jin Ling-centric

Summary: There was an idea I had seen on crossdressingdeath's tumblr where JC & WWX were having an argument and then JC tells WWX that LWJ should've died in Xuanwu cave. WWX snaps at him by saying that he had wanted JZX to die as well to which JL overhears that and results in a fallout between the uncle and nephew. I thought that idea was amazing and I needed to see it written.

Tumblr Post by @vrishchikawrites

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(Please REBLOG as a signal boost for this hard-working author if you like – or think others might like – this story.)

[thepenultimateword]

hi! i was wondering, could you do a prompt list with assassin x vigilante/supervillain/or superhero pairings? whichever pairing floats your boat, really

i understand if not, though, so no pressure! i love all your snippets and prompt lists, & appreciate all of your hard work on here !! 🤍🤍

How about ALL of them 😊

1. A hero with a no kill rule does not accept the agency’s recent hire of a heroic assassin, never missing an opportunity to remind the assassin how much they disapprove of their methods.

2. An assassin is hired to kill the city’s golden boy/girl Superhero. They have no problem with this until they are face-to-face and oh geez, they are fumbling. Superhero has a lot of experience with this sort of reaction and thinks they’re just a really big fan.

3. An assassin with a speciality in dispatching super powered beings is hired to protect a blossoming rookie whose power, once properly trained, is predicted to turn the tides of the hero-villain conflict. (Bonus if they’ve also been hired by a separate party or kill them, and they’re unsure which order to follow through with)

4. Assassin and vigilante have always been uncontracted parties. They don’t have benefits or big teams backing them up, but if they ever needed an extra hand, they always had each other. When assassin signs onto a local hero agency, vigilante is mad, especially when part of their contract prohibits them from teaming with any unregistered heroes.

5. An assasssin who will kill anyone for the right price meets a vigilante who only kills when necessary. What begins as a bond over their alike criticisms of the “No Kill Rule” gets complicated as they realize the gap in their ideologies.

6. Assassin is sent to kill Supervillain but ends up easily captured. Instead of killing assassin like they expect, Supervillain pays them double to be their companion, something they can’t achieve naturally because of their terrifying reputation. Since assassin was brash enough to try to kill them, they should have no problem, right?

7. Assassin is just a hungry little meow meow on the streets. Supervillain doesn’t mind taking them in and feeding them, giving them a roof over their head and a warm place to sleep, and if they provide assassin with work to get rid of a pesky hero for them, then they’re just that generous.

8. The agency sends assassin to take out a dangerous rogue hero, what they don’t tell them is that this hero, Vigilante, has the power to temporarily or permanently negate others’ super abilities, something assassin heavily relies on to complete jobs.

9. Assassin is on the bad side of too many people and now has to fight off their own hired killers. Superhero has never acted particularly fond or approving of Assassin but suddenly they are determined to protect them.

10. Supervillain takes Assassin hostage, blood-thirsty for vengeance over a loved one’s death. The problem is Assassin doesn’t remember killing anyone of that description.

11. People may think Assassin is Supervillain’s attack dog, but to Supervillain, they are their most trusted ally and maybe, possibly, if the increasing butterflies in their stomach can be trusted, something more.

12. Assassin goes undercover as a rookie Hero in order to get close to and kill Superhero. However, the more time they spend with their new mentor, the more they question their assignment and own will to kill them.

[whump-4-ever]

Short Prompt #1

Genre: Romance

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Person A is sitting next to Person B on a grassy hilltop; both have their heads tilted upwards, their gazes fixated on the evening sky as the Sun sets, painting the few scattered clouds a multitude of pinks, reds, and oranges, the colors stretching out and beyond as far as the eye can see.

-

“The stars are beautiful, aren’t they?” Person A comments, their voice soft.

-

Person B glances sideways at them, immediately realizing that Person A is no longer watching the sunset. “Uh… It’s too early,” Person B replies, their forehead wrinkling in confusion. “We can’t see the stars just yet.” They gave Person A a questioning grin.

-

Person A smirks and leans towards them until their noses are nearly touching. “I’m talking about the ones in your eyes,” They then give Person B a gentle yet passionate kiss, the sky’s fading light casting a warm, orangish-yellow glow upon their faces.

[anawrites3]

kid from future tries to set up dickstroke pls

Okay so I messed up a little and wrote their kid as from alternative dimension instead of timetravel aaannd also it turned out kind of long? Because it has a bit over 1.8K words sooo I'm posting it on ao3 as well

If that's what you prefer you can find the ao3 version right here

And now for the story! Thank you for your ask, anon, I hope you'll like it!

The boy pushed his hands into his pockets, resting his back easily against the wall. He looked good in the three-piece-suit they managed to get for him last minute – the navy blue looking nicely with his blue-gray eyes and dark messy hair that curled slightly by his nape – and Dick couldn’t stop glancing at him.

That’s why Dick noticed the moment he eyed the waiter offering guests champagne. He glanced in Dick’s direction and when noticed him looking, quickly turned away with a blush.

“I can get you some apple juice if you’re thirsty, junior.” Dick grinned, nudging him with an elbow.

“I was just looking.” The boy insisted with an unhappy twist of his lips. “Besides, I’m seventeen, not five! I could have a few sips.”

“Suuure.” He drawled. “But you won’t.”

Jaden rolled his eyes, crossing arms across his chest. “Pops would let me.” He grumbled.

“Well, you can ask him when you see him.” Dick teased with a smile, making the boy frown even more, even as his eyes gleamed with amusement.

A week ago a portal to an alternate dimension opened up in Dick’s kitchen to spat out Jaden, a seventeen years old boy, who was Dick’s son in another world. Even after those seven days spent together, Dick couldn’t quite get used to the sight of him or even to the thought that somewhere there he managed to lead a life where he got a family. A real, happy family.

There was something ugly like jealousy burning in his chest whenever he thought about it too hard but… he was happy for the other him, he really was. Jaden was a great kid and he was clearly a Grayson, never able to sit still for too long and always more than ready to climb trees, walls and chandeliers.

They weren’t able to send Jaden back to his world right away – they had to wait for the right time for the portal to open again and Bruce’s calculation said that day was another week from now. So until then, Jaden lived with Dick.

And… Dick knew that Jaden wasn’t really his but he was his son, son of some version of him and he wanted to spend as much time with him as possible. So right now, they were at Bruce's gala because Dick was forced to attend and Jaden wanted to go with him.

Suddenly the boy perked up and when Dick looked at him again, his lips were stretched in a smile and his blue-gray eyes gleamed as he stared at the crowd before them.

“Hey, da-aaaring.” He started, quickly trying to save up the slip with a wince.

Dick burst out laughing, not able to stop himself, “That’s even worse!” He cackled, making Jaden laugh as well.

He was okay with Jaden calling him dad – and if warmth spread over his chest every time it happened, it was no one’s business but his own – but they couldn’t really do that while in public. The press would eat him up – Dick Grayson in his early thirties, having a seventeen years old son?

Yeah, no, thanks.

When they finally calmed down, Jaden nudged him with his elbow, the same way Dick had done to him a moment earlier. “Alright, that was awful. Sorry.” He chuckled.

“I appreciate the effort.” Dick reached out to ruffle his hair with a grin and Jaden let him do it with an answering smile. “What was that?”

“I was going to say,” Jaden slipped his hands back into his pockets, voice a happy smug hum. “that that guy right there looks like he’d be a good dance partner for you.”

“Oh come on. You’re the best dance partner I could ask for.” Dick teased but he turned to look at the man Jaden was pointing to. “Which one do you-”

Deathstroke.

Slade Wilson was standing on the other side of the ballroom, dressed in a dark suit that hugged his muscled arms. His hair was pulled into a neat ponytail against his nape and he was busy talking to one of the ladies but Dick had no doubt the man was well aware of Dick’s presence not far away.

Dick was able to feel his heart in his throat. Slade being here meant trouble, more often than not it meant death or at least an attempt at it and Dick couldn’t let Jaden get dragged into this. Yes, Jade knew about him being Nightwing – both in this and his own world – but it wasn’t the same, Slade was… Dick couldn’t let him get close to Jaden.

But then Jaden nudged him again, saying, “The one over there, with white hair and eyepatch.”

Dick wheezed, “You can’t be-”

“I’m gonna go say hello.” He smiled and before Dick could blink, the boy was already weaving through the sea of guests and towards fucking Deathstroke the Terminator.

“Jaden, wait-!” He tried calling but Jaden just waved him off and in a next second he disappeared behind some man, his little body slipping through the crowd with no problem.

What was between Dick and Slade was… complicated, to say the least. Slade didn’t try to kill him anymore and they were somewhat of friends but... some time ago Slade had a contract in Bludhaven. Somewhere during the fight Dick got pinned to the ground on one of the Blud’s rooftops, Slade leaning over him with a sneer of his lips and. They kissed.

And maybe it would be fine, if it was just a kiss. But it grew heated very quickly and Dick would let Slade fuck him right then and there if Jason didn’t chime in his comms to say he got the alert for Dick’s vitals going crazy and he was on his way to his location.

Then, the next time Dick saw Slade was in New York, when Dick managed to ruin his contract. Not delay the inevitable but actually, completely ruin the contract.

The one Slade would get paid over a million dollars for.

Dick rushed forward, doing his best not to look too terrified nor bring any unnecessary attention to himself but people were in his way, blocking him and making him waste precious seconds and by the time he pushed his way through, Jaden was already a few steps away from Slade.

Slade noticed Jaden coming his way, of course, and said something to the lady who nodded with a smile and walked away. Dick tried to get to the boy before Jaden got to Slade but he couldn’t just run through the ballroom like crazy so he was forced to just look as Jaden stopped right before Slade and smiled up at him.

“Hey there, old man.” He basically beamed at the mercenary.

Slade cocked an eyebrow that but his lips curled into a smirk. “Hello.” He said pleasantly. “Can I help you?”

After ruining Slade’s contract in New York, Dick had three broken ribs, dislocated shoulder, so many cuts across his body that required stitches that Dick wasn’t able to count them all and bruises in shapes of hands wrapped around his throat that took weeks to fully heal.

“You can, actually!” Jaden laced his fingers behind his back, leaning a bit closer to Slade with that happy smile. “I was wondering if you’d let me have some of the champagne.”

Slade barked out a laugh at that, visibly not expecting something like this. His shoulders shook as he laughed, the corners of his eyes wrinkling just slightly and Jaden’s smile widened even more as he watched it happen.

He looked over his shoulder at Dick to show him a thumb-up with excited open-mouthed smile and shining eyes and Dick was going to ground him for so long-

“Of course.” Slade grinned. “Wayne always serves the best liquor, it would be a shame if you didn’t at least try it.”

He glanced in Dick’s direction for an exact second but it was enough for Dick to notice and then he grabbed two flute’s from the waiter passing them. Slade handed the champagne to Jaden, who took the first sip just as Dick stopped by their side.

“Slade.” Dick greeted, throat clenched as if there was an invisible hand wrapped around it.

“Grayson.” Slade raised his flute in mock cheers. He looked Dick over slowly, his gaze a physical weight on his body as if he tried to see right through the material. Jaden turned his head away, taking another sip of champagne with a hum. “You look good, little bird.”

Dick was grateful he wasn’t holding a glass himself because otherwise it would surely shatter in his grip.

“I know.” He forced the words through his lips, making the corners of Slade’s lips twitch up. “Jay-”

“You can’t say I’m in trouble.” Jaden said quickly, pointing his finger at Dick. “You said I can ask him, I did, he let me have some champagne. I just did what you told me to.”

Dick blinked. What-

“No. No, I said to ask your-” …father. They were joking about Jaden asking his other dad if he could get a drink and then he suddenly rushed over to Slade as if he didn’t know who Deathstroke the Terminator… was…

It was like all the air got punched out of Dick’s lungs.

Because Deathstroke the fucking Terminator was Jaden’s second father.

“You can’t be serious.” He breathed out. “He’s-”

“Yep!” Jaden grinned, popping the ‘p’. “Now, I think you two should dance. What do you say, old man?” He asked, glancing at Slade.

Slade shook his head with a laugh huffed out through his nose. There was no way he knew what the whole thing was about but he didn’t look like he particularly minded it right now. He reached to ruffle Jaden’s hair who beamed at him again, “I say I like you, kid. Jay, was it?”

“Jaden Wil- Jaden.” He coughed. “Just Jaden, really.”

Slade hummed, watching him carefully for a few seconds. “Sure.”

Blush covered Jaden’s cheeks and he scratched nervously under his nose but the smile on his lips didn’t flatten even for a second.

“Now go dance!” The boy waved them off. “Go have some fun!”

Dick found himself glancing at Slade. He didn’t look angry, mostly amused and when his gaze found Dick’s he simply offered him his hand with a curl of his lips that Dick would almost call fond.

“Shall we, then?” He asked, voice almost a purr.

Jaden was smiling at him, smug and proud of himself and Dick- Dick was going to kick his ass later.

He was probably going to regret it. There was no way Slade just forgot how Dick cost him half a million dollars and even if he wasn’t angry right now, he would still make sure that Dick pays for ruining his contract. If not now then later and no doubt taking pleasure in keeping him on his toes the whole time.

But now… now Slade looked almost gentle. Under the ballroom’s light, dressed in the three-piece-suit he almost seemed like a normal human and not a super-soldier mercenary.

Before he could think better of it, he took a deep breath and placed his hand in Slade’s.

“Alright.”

[starredeclipse]

Random writing prompts 14

The green room filled you with wonder, the yellow room filled you with joy, the red room filled you with anger and the black room you truly avoid.

The flowers appeared to sing, the clouds appeared to weep colors, yet deep inside you knew you were going crazy.

The sea rocked with the sirens call...

The storm rumbled the land with sound, spooking the residents that lived there.

The candle burned so brightly, it lit up the room in its dim glow, the shadows danced around you as you walked with it down the hall.

A room with many secrets lay within its walls, oh how the home does speak...

A picture that only showed the truth once the camera got held by a person of justice.

[vonthisse]

obikonan 🔞

obito was such a big tease. he would let konan take the control after she begged at least three times and once she did, he would pin her hands above her head and tell her that only him who's allowed to be the one in control. it made her all flustered and turned her head slightly to avoid his gaze.

" my flower trying to assert dominance while she can't even maintain eye-contact. i like your confidence but this, konan, is just a little reckless of you, don't you think? "

[writing-to-survive]

#14

Death is scary, sure, but have you met life?

[lilliesand-valleys]

[post-nuclear-sweetheart]

Prompts Chapter One

Eygon x Irina

Prompt: A breaking down because they couldn’t save B’s life. B’s ghost/presence watching helplessly, unable to comfort them

Summary: Irina becomes a firekeeper… but what of Eygon?