#writing propmt

[rosewriteswhump]

Whump propmts

rewatching the anime Another and the potential is has for whump has inspired me. Some spoilers for how people die. Enjoy!

CW: Death, Gore?, paranoia Let me know if I missed anything, i'm happy to tag it and want people to feel safe

Tripping down the stairs and umbrella falls from hand and opens. Goes right through whumpee's throat (great for immortal/ semi-immortal whumpees)

Elevator crash from top floor to lowest level

whumpee is surrounded by mysterious accidents, becomes terrified they will be next

"Send the dead back to death!"

A curse that once the school (college/uni preferably) year begins at least one person connected to a certain class dies per month. and it includes immediate family

someone is deemed 'head of counter measures' and has to keep the class safe

is whumpee aware of the curse? Or do they not follow rules people refuse to tell them

[verybearlyawake]

Writing prompt #40

"Love never dies. Even if you insist it does, It doesn't. If you try to kill it, I won't let you."

"Please don't."

"Why?"

"You're just hurting yourself and you're hurting them."

"How is this hurting anyone but you?"

[sweethoneyjazzeuphoria]

Interesting Familiar You Got There

Prompt from @writing-prompt-s on Tumblr: During the annual Familiar summoning course for first year students at the magic academy, some students end up with creatures like Beetles to bunnies to even a lion, you on the other hand wound up summoning an Arch-Dragon in his human form

~~~~

Well… shit.

You stared up at the massive man that had stepped out of your summoning portal. The whole room had gone silent, everyone just as stunned as you were at the arrival.

You knew what you were viscerally reaching for was powerful, but no way in hell did you expect a freaking man-dragon to come at your magical beckoning.

And he was HOT?!

He had no wings or horns or tails, but there was no way none of the magically-inclined folk in the room missed what he was. The raw power both physical and magical practically wafting off this creature was so incredibly immense it was like your brain couldn’t process it all. That, and the fact that he looked like a statue of an extremely cut greek god (loincloth and all) come to life with added patches of olive green scales spread on his body.

Your eyes traced the scales from the tiny ones on his temples at the corners of his eyes that disappeared into his dark brown hair to the slightly larger platelets on his shoulders and down the outside of his arms to the back of his clawed hands. There was a dusting of them around his ribs, seemingly curled around him from his back and more concentrated on his hips and the outside of his thighs, petering off by his knees. His feet were strangely human, enough that if you only saw them, you would have thought he was just a man.

A deep chuckle startled you out of your thoughts and you snapped your eyes up to see a perfectly lopsided smirk and intensely blue eyes glittering with amusement.

“Hello,” the dragon said in a booming bass that went straight through your chest and reverberated between your ribs.

“Hi,” you replied meekly, eyes wide and what you were sure was a brilliant flush burning up your cheeks.

It was like you were entranced. You just couldn’t stop staring at this glorious creature and the damned man-dragon did nothing but smirk at you in return.

Someone coughed somewhere and you practically jumped out of your skin, “I’ll-uh… I’ll release the familiar spell,” you stammered, scrambling back to your spellbook.

“No need,” the man-dragon said kindly, startling you back into gaping at him, “I chose to go along with the summoning. I wouldn’t have appeared if I didn’t want to, though I do appreciate the sentiment.”

“Why?” you asked, curiosity getting the better of you.

“Because you are powerful. A kind of powerful I haven’t seen in centuries,” he replied, a grin forming on his face that looked entirely too boyish despite the razor sharp teeth, “And I rather enjoy seeing what can get me into trouble.”

Your heart stopped for a second and you blinked, “Are you sure?”

“Positively,” he took your hand gently and you gasped as you felt his power rush through you, the familiar bond solidifying with his touch. He bent down and brought the backs of your fingers to meet his lips, his mischievous eyes never leaving yours, “I look forward to seeing what we can do together.”

Oh good gods.

What the hell have you gotten yourself into?

[rubberbandgirlme]

they fucked, no one can convince me otherwise, even if the devs come up with a statement;

leander bottoms????? or a service top??? gonna create a petition for 'the wet wick' to be renamed 'subway' 🙋‍♀️

[nixylubouv]

💫Writing Prompt #61

Villain doesn’t hold many grudges against Hero and understands it’s a job to them too and nothing personal. Because of this Villain and Hero are able to have some pretty honest and open conversations. One day, Hero very nonchalantly suggests going on a date. Nothing high stakes, no big deal. Just causal and only if Villain wants to. Villain is surprised at first, but agrees. Why not? However, on the planned time of the date, Villain gets overworked and accidentally crashes on the couch. They oversleep and miss the date. They wake up to Hero brushing a lock of hair out of their face. Hero. INSIDE of Villain’s highly impenetrable and secured lair. Kneeling by their couch. Villain stares up frozen in shock.

Hero’s voice is gentle and expression relaxed, but there’s a darker emotion behind their eyes.  “You missed our date, my darling. I got worried.” 

So. Maybe not so nonchalant after all, huh Hero?

[potato-is-fun-to-say]

Whump trope that I want to see

Everyone has heard of the starving whumpee and making so they are weak and pathetic and when they finally get food they're practically scarfing it down and appreciating it.

How about overfeeding the whump? IMAGINE the possibilities.

Overfeeding to the point where they throw up all of their food

They hate eating and they can't stand food after that

They get overfed randomly sometimes minutes apart, so they learned quickly to just throw up all of their food

So they lose weight because they can't keep all of the food in

And when they get rescued, they can't keep their food down

The caretaker desperately tries to get them to eat but secretly they just throw it up because they can't stand having a lot of food in their stomach

And the caretaker has to watch zero progress and watching whumpee slowly decline

Bonus if the whumpee used to love food, like that was something they were always teased about.

Bonus if they were overfed sweets and now they hate sweets

[l-michalska-writer]

Worried prompts

You can't come back to him.

Just talk to me, please.

Please, tell me what's wrong.

Whatever it is you've done, I don't care. The only thing that matters is that you're safe.

As long as we have each other it'll be alright.

Please, tell me you're not serious about coming back to him.

If you tell me what happened I can fix it. Whatever it is.

Please, tell me what happened.

It'll be alright.

As long as we have each other, we'll figure it out.

Just call me when you get there.

Are you safe?

You're safe, taht's all that matters.

Is there anything I can do for you?

Just let me know if you're safe.

Is it still hurting?

Who hurt you?

Do you want me to leave the light on?

Just pick up the phone...

She wasn't getting enough sleep. She was worried sick about you.

Please, don't let him see how bad it is.

She dealt with all of this for years.

Just tell me.

I'm here for you. I am.

I can help you. Just talk to me.

[forestryprompts]

Character A: I love you more than words can express.

Character B: You don't need words. Every time you look at me, I feel it in your eyes.

Character A: And when I hold you close, I hope you feel it in every beat of my heart.

[yanderemommabean]

Something something a character reaching up to cup your face and saying "Dearest...I didn't choose you because you were all I could get...I fell in love with you, because you are all I could ever want, and more" because you were having doubts about them choosing you out of love, or just because you were the next option in line

sorry. In a sappy romantic mood. Ill hush

-Mommabean

[crossroads-of-the-raven]

Whump prompt - Ninjago: Kai

Kai Jiang wasn't supposed to get sick.

He was the protector.

He was the caretaker.

It's been that way since he was five and his sister was three.

It's been that way since he was sixteen and gained three brothers.

It's been that way since he gained a baby brother a few months later.

Kai Jiang will be twenty in a few months.

He hasn't gotten trully sick since he was five, not long after his parents had disappeared.

Nya doesn't remember, she was too young.

Kai's memory of that time is patchy at best, but, he remembers enough to know he had to learn how to stop an illness before it worsens.

But that was fifteen years ago.

Two years ago, he got his parents back.

Six months ago, his sister got engaged.

Six months ago, the team earned their greatest victory.

And maybe Kai has let his guard down during the down time.

And maybe Aspheera's theft of his powers had slightly bigger consequences.

And maybe the Never Realm was a bit colder for him, than it was for the team.

And maybe there was a reason he never let himself get sick, a reason Nya didn't know, didn't remember.

Because Kai is the protector.

Kai is the caretaker.

That means he makes sacrifices.

Sacrifices of himself so that no one else has to.

And maybe he's never told anyone just how many sacrifices he's made.

But a sick Kai is unaware.

A sick Kai is tragically open and honest.

'Oh, I'm sick' is Kai last thought before the illness pulls him under.

~

The first thought from the other residents of the Monastery of Spinjitzu, is worry and concern when the Master of Fire doesn't show up for the rare brunch their Master had allowed.

When they discover his current state, they remain worry but are also relieved.

They actually find it funny when Jay discovers that Kai will answer any question they have as though he was under truth tea.

They don't find it funny for long.

[thejediandthemandalorian]

🚨 quinfox

Okay, this one is a lot longer than I meant for it to be 🙈 Hopefully the length of these makes up for how long it's taking me to get them done lol 💜

"Commander, you have a visitor." Hound sounded way too smug, even through the vocoder in his helmet, as he stood in front of the cell's forcefield. 

"Tell whoever it is to leave. I haven't had my caf yet, so I really don't want to see anybody." Fox lifted his head enough to scowl over his arms that were wrapped around his knees, hugging them to his chest. 

His head was pounding still and every once in a while he could still feel a small zap from the after effects of getting stunned. 

50,000 volts of electricity 3 times in the span of 1.67 milliseconds; that's how much it took to knock him unconscious. He should work on that, slowly build up a tolerance to make it harder to get knocked out next time. What good was he as the Commander of the Coruscant Guard if he passed out from a couple thousand volts of electricity. 

Spending the night in this holding cell hadn't been as bad as he thought it might be. Of course, he'd be reporting to the Supreme Chancellor at some point after his release for a reprimand and any punishment that may be served towards him for his 'crimes.'

It wouldn't be the first time he added marks to his record, but it didn't mean he was any happier about it than the other times. 

"You can go in now. Be cautious though, he's a cold-blooded killing machine when he hasn't had his morning cup of caf." Hound barked out a laugh and opened the force field for Fox's visitor. 

"It's alright, Sergeant. I think I can handle Commander grouchy pants before his caf." An all too familiar and cheerful voice made it's way towards his cell.

Fox immediately groaned and laid his head back down on his arms, the pounding in his head immediately increasing with this unexpected visitor. He totally should've seen it coming, though in his defense his head was still pounding making it harder to think. 

"You sure you don't want to talk to him on the outside of the cell, General Vos?" Fox was going to make Hound regret this as soon as he was out of here and back to work. 

"No, Sergeant, I think I'll be able to deal with the little delinquent just fine from the inside." Quinlan's tone was already too flirty for such an early hour. 

Fox desperately wished he had his armor to hide himself in, it was always easier to talk to the jetii through his helmet. The upper half of his armor had been stripped away and confiscated before he'd been tossed in this cramped cell, though it had to have been while he was still unconscious.

"Well, well, well. If it isn't the high and mighty Commander Fox, occupying a cell."

"Vos--"

"Oh how the tables have turned." Quinlan laughed and Fox looked up, shooting him a glare that he knew was just as effective as any blaster bolt. 

"Get out." Fox hissed, trying to keep from wincing at the pain in his head, knowing it would only show a weakness. 

Quinlan was somehow even more irritating inside a cell, and this time it wasn't even his own. On the other hand, there was something calming about him being here, perhaps it meant that he wouldn't be sent to Kamino for rectification. 

"Now is that any way to talk to the man who could very well press charges against you?" Vos took a step forward and Fox simply scowled more, trying to keep him back. 

"You know it wasn't my fault!" He snapped and gnashed his teeth. "If you hadn't dragged me down to the lower levels for another one of your 'ideas' I wouldn't be in this mess anyways."

Last night wasn't some of his best work, and he wanted to forget it ever happened but he knew this jetii well enough to know that--

"I think a cell suits you. The force field really brings out that streak in your hair…" Quinlan stepped forward again, the cell small enough that it had only taken him two steps to reach Fox. 

"You deserve that black eye." Fox's teeth were so tight he was sure they would snap any second from the pressure. 

Alpha 17 had always told him to stop clenching his teeth or one day he'd no longer be able to bite whoever he was fighting. He was sure if he asked Alpha 17 would(n't) admit that he had several scars from where Fox had bit him. 

"Maybe I should press charges since you're in such a bantha shit mood." Quinlan reached a hand towards him and Fox found himself jumping back, body hitting the durasteel behind him.

For all he knew Quinlan was about to return the favor and give him a shiner just as bad as his own; it didn't help that his helmet had been confiscated. Besides, he didn't need his head pounding more than it did. 

"Relax. I'm here to take you back to your barracks. You've been released." Quinlan reached out again and adjusted a strand of Fox's hair. 

At that same moment he felt another jolt go through his body, sadly an after effect of his assailants solution to the fight they'd started and not a response to the affection from the jetii. 

"Are you sure you're not taking me on another 'lower level patrol' where I've been assigned by the council to accompany you?" Quinlan rolled his eyes and held out a hand. 

Fox stared at it suspiciously for a moment, wondering if it was going to morph itself into a saberjowl and snap at him. 

The events of the night prior would be best if forgotten by everyone He'd been requested to escort a Jedi in the lower levels; it had actually turned out to be Quinlan's plan to get him on a date and away from work. The evening was…tolerable, and they had simply walked around the streets and chatted for a bit. 

Of course, however, he had still been on the look out for anything out of place or that might have needed authority to step in. That had been a mistake. 

A couple people had been hidden away in an alleyway, hidden by the shadows to the untrained eye. Fox had locked in on them immediately, which also drew Quinlan's attention. 

They had gone over to take a look, to make sure nothing illegal was transpiring, when both had been attacked from behind. Fox only remembered fighting and fighting hard, so hard he'd lost control. 

Quinlan had grabbed him from behind to support himself after a nasty punch from his assailant and Fox had turned and landed a punch square in his face. From there everything else became a blur.

The assailants had blasted him with a stun gun several times before fleeing. 

Next thing he knew he was waking up in a cell and being read his charges, Quinlan nowhere to be found. 

"I promise. We're getting you your armor, then you're going to be confined to your barracks until the Chancellor has time to review your case." Quinlan started to pull his hand back, but Fox quickly snatched it.

He used it for leverage to pull himself up off the bench, still a little out of sorts, but no worse for wear. Quinlan gave him the most irritating grin that had him ripping his hand away immediately. 

"Why aren't you pressing charges? I assaulted my superior officer." 

Quinlan walked towards the cell door and threw a rage inducing grin over his shoulder. Fox wanted to punch him again, harder…maybe with his lips.

"Quit asking so many questions." He paused for a moment, turning back towards Fox. "Maybe we should stop at the communal freshers before I start my watch."

"What!?" Fox's eyes widened in horror at the prospect of being Vos's charge. 

"You smell like delinquency and burning flesh. You need a sonic." 

[forestmvtt]

the start of Lance’s confession

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“Having fun down there?” Keith finally asked after I’d settled my head on his chest.

“Shut up,” I let out with a grumble, closing my eyes and rubbing my cold feet together.

I’d travelled all the way to his room without any socks or shoes on– don’t ask my why I just forgot, and in turn my feet froze. I actually did it a lot, probably every time I spent the night with Keith.

“You smell nice, did you shower?” He asked again, turning a little bit so that we were cuddling more so than me just laying on him.

“Yeah,” I let out quietly, wanting to sleep.

“When? I thought you left dinner when me, Shiro and Hunk did?” Keith’s tone showed genuine confusion, which I was tired so I grumbled again before covering his mouth with my hand.

“Shut up,” I spoke softly, “I’m tired.”

I could feel him roll his eyes and huff before licking my hand to get me to pull away. I didn’t though. Instead when he licked my hand my eyebrows raised and I sat up just enough to see his face.

He looked so pretty tonigh– pretty-? Keith-? Keith wasn’t pretty- Allura was pretty, Keith was more of a handsome beaten messy college kid. How could I think he was pretty? I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion at myself. Eventually he let out a few muffled groans bringing me back to his attention.

A smirk covered my face as I quickly changed the way my hand sat so I was covering both his mouth and his nose so he couldn’t breathe.

Keith’s eyes got wide, his left eye twitching a little bit at my motion. I chuckled as he did, “What? Scared?” I smirked again at my words knowing he wouldn’t be able to respond.

Air pushed past my fingers as he breathed out but I could see him struggle to bring air back in.

I wanted to see his face– something I wasn’t often allowed to do unless he was sleeping and if Keith was asleep so was I. His hair looked kind of messy, like he needed a shower too but would refuse until I prompted to stop sleeping in his bed. Which was an odd thing that it actually worked with him but maybe it wasn’t. A month ago we had decided to stop being so dumb around each other, finally agreeing that there was no point in hating each other when honestly we were both people who cared for the other. Which I still think is dumb that I didn’t figure it out sooner considering the many amount of times that he’s saved my life.

“Mmph-” He let out, struggling against my hand. His eyes were getting a little cloudy and hooded, it fit him nicely. Finally he used his brain, moving one of his hands up to mine, trying to pull it away from his face at his need for air.

I shook my head a little, pushing my hand further against his face. His eyebrows twitched a little, showing off some of his frustration but also that he was thinking about what to do. As we made eye contact again his tongue pushed past his lips again and I chuckled knowing that just licking my hand wasn’t going to make me pull away. But his tongue didn’t just lick my hand, he touched the tip of his tongue against the palm of my hand, bringing up my fingers and between them until they separated enough to let him get in just a gulp of air. I studied his eyes as best as I could since his were starting to close out of concentration. He continued to lick the sides of two of my fingers, slathering them in his saliva. I didn’t realize how entranced I was with what he was doing until I could see that he’d separated my fingers so his mouth and nose were out of the grasp of my hand. I bit the inside of my lip a little, upset that he’d won this weird fight.

Quickly I looked to him again, he was panting through his mouth and his pretty eyes were closed. I stared a little longer knowing that I could, it was somewhat capturing to be able to almost see his little pockets of hair escaping through his mouth as he caught his breath. I swallowed, my own breathing wavering at the sight.

His eyes opened after another minute making me flick my eyes away in embarrassment. Both of our faces were red– though I wasn’t sure why mine was.

“Idiot,” He breathed, reaching his hand up to pull my hand away from his face. I obliged this time, letting my hand fall to his chest.

I stared at the placement of my hand as it rose and fell with his chest, even his breathing was calming to me. Eventually I realized again how wet my hand was, turning a lip up at how uncomfortable it was to have his spit dripping from my fingers.

Before I could exactly say anything about his spit his hands snaked behind me and eventually made contact with my hips. The pajama pants I was wearing had slid down my waist, probably showing off my hips more so than I usually liked but I cocked my head at him, raising an unamused brow but still not protesting to whatever weird game he was starting. I wanted to win.

He moved his head, flicking his hair away from his eyes so that we could look at each other better. “Next time you try to choke me,” He paused almost looking through his lashes because of how hooded his eyes were, “Do it properly, yeah?”

My breathing hitched a little at his words and at the fact that his fingertips were starting to form circles on my exposed skin. This felt weird– no, not weird. Just different. I felt completely out of control from what was happening, like I just didn’t know what to expect from this.

“Scared?” He asked cocking his head with a smirk.

“No,” I bit back defensively.

Instead I lifted my eyebrow, quickly throwing the hand on his chest back to the wooden panel on the headboard.

Awkwardly I leaned over him, trying to understand the position we were in and trying to make it so I looked like I was winning. His eyes lit up a little at my movements, but he propped himself up further on his elbows so we were even closer.

“You gonna do something to me, pretty boy?” He asked teasingly.

I pulled away at his question, my eyebrows twisting together. Do something to him– like what like– my eyes shifted to his before I could even realize that’s what I was doing. A blurr covered my mind as my face went even redder.

“You enjoyed that didn’t you?” My tone wasn’t teasing or confident, but I don’t think I came off as disgusted either, I was more just– surprised.

“Yeah,” He said quietly, though his confident demeanor didn’t change.

I swallowed again, this time it felt like I was trying to swallow some indigestable urge to do something, I didn’t quite understand but it was like my whole being was itching for something that felt like I couldn’t have. It felt like a lump in my throat. Everything in my body felt hypersensitive, like one more touch of Keith’s and I’d be begging for more. I realized how crazy my thoughts were, how weird it was that there was just some weird urge pulling at my throat. My breathing got heavier the more I got lost in thought.

What was that urge- why couldn’t I fill it or at least figure out what it was. I grumbled, my breathing speeding up more at the anger towards myself. Another lump formed in my throat as I looked back to Keith. He seemed to have some sort of caring look towards me behind the border of confidence he had laid out.

Frustration filled my anticipated body before I realized something– I wanted him to touch me more.

There was some sort of burning that left my skin, some sort of heat that filled me when he touched me and I wanted everything and more to fix that– to feed into it.

[metaphorical-goblin]

Trucy, Phoenix, and Miles - Her Favorite Room

Trucy has a favorite room. 

It is, perhaps, a strange thing to have, but her fathers have never told her as such, so she doesn’t believe it to be anything other than what it is: a preference. 

This room is big and warm (most of the time). The walls are a light-brownish color, and the lamps always keep it softly lit. There are coffee mugs and teacups that sit on dressers and end tables, loose paperwork and half-finished books taking up the free spaces. A pretty bench sits in the wall, pressed up against a window, with books lining the shelves on the bottom and heavy curtains that Trucy can close whenever she wants. She likes those quiet moments just after the curtains settle, when the dust mites bob in the sunlight and she can streeetch out on the bench, basking in the warm afternoon heat as she cracks open the old tome she stole from her papa’s shelf. 

If this room could talk, it would have plenty to say about shelves. They stood tall alongside the walls, lined with books that Trucy could read at about her height, and books she never had an interest in much, much higher, detailing legal codes and mystery fiction and scary stories she read with her daddy on occasions. She especially liked the strip of dark wood in between the plush carpet and the shelf, where she could perfectly rest her feet without any overlap. 

Not all the shelves had books, which was a nice touch. Some of them had figures, plants, photos, knick-knacks and trinkets alike, all ready for someone to fiddle with or reminisce over. 

Trucy especially loves the photos. They always make her heart swell with glee, seeing the smiling faces of her family staring back at her. 

The bed on the opposite side of the wall is also a welcoming presence. It is almost too tall for her to reach, with plush blankets and long, soft pillows and comfortable creases from years and years of use. Sometimes she likes to sneak under the covers and curl up underneath the pile, holding herself in the cool darkness of the squishy mattress. 

The bed is not her most favorite part about this room, though.

Her most favorite part is its occupants. 

The door creaked as she crept inside, the soft morning light not yet breaking through the curtains. 

Phoenix sat up groggily, blinking the sleep away and taking in the eight-year-old figure standing in his doorway. 

Trucy asked a simple question, and Phoenix pushed Miles aside, making space between the two of them for their daughter to wriggle her way inside. 

With her head on a stolen pillow, her papa’s hand gently scratching her back and her daddy’s arm wrapped around all three of them, holding them safe and secure, Trucy gave a big sigh of relief.

Yeah. This really was her favorite room.

[mystic-myrtille]

94 for Lukanette.

This was so much fun! (putting this under cut bc this got longer than planned)

#94: A “how about we ruin this friendship?” kiss

Juleka poured some hot mint tea in the two cups on the kitchen counter.

„You look more pathetic than usual, bro,�� she commented. „Clearly something happened yesterday that is messing with your head and, as your sister, it is my duty to help you go through your crisis. So, spill.“

Luka fidgeted nervously with the guitar pick he had worn as a necklace for years now. Normally holding it in his hand helped him to think more clearly and relax, but now, it just made him even more anxious. Probably because the person who gave it to him was also the reason for his, as his sister called it, crisis.

„I... I... god, I'm an idiot.“ He laid his head on the counter and sighed.

„That's old news,“ Juleka smiled.

„Screw you, you're not being helpful.“

„How can I if I still don't know what your fucking problem is?“, Juleka sounded annoyed.

Luka sighed again. „Fair point.“

If Juleka had any snarky comment, she decided to keep it to herself and just gave him the cup , who lifted his head, examined the tea and then took a sip.

„Ok, so,“ he began, „yesterday at our album release celebration, after you and Rose went to the store to grab more snacks, Ivan took off to pick up Mylene from her activist group meeting, leaving me and Marinette alone on the upper deck.“

He could feel his heart beat getting faster.

„And... well, we shared a bean bag, cuddled up next to each other, and shared the last remaining cupcake.“

Juleka raised her eye brows, but remained silent.

„And then... well...“

He looked away, still fumbling with the pick.

And?“, Juleka leaned forward.

„ … She had some frosting at the corner of her mouth and I just wanted to wipe it away and...“

The fumbling got worse.

He swalloed. „Everything happened so fast. Or... not really, we just kept staring at each other for what felt like an eternity and then... then I...“

The pick hit the floor as he hid his face in his hands.

„I kissed her.“

The silence that followed after this confession was suffocating. Luka rubbed his face, blushing furiously as the memory of their faces being so close to each other came back, his fingers lingering on her lower lip, the intense staring, him leaning in as his hand cupped her cheek and he asked herself what kind of magical chapstick Marinette must use that made her lips so incredibly soft-

STOP.

He dared to take a peak at Juleka, who... looked a little underwhelmed. Bored, even. As if Luka had told her about how he had done the laundry or something equally mundane and unexciting.

„You guys kissed?“, she asked for clarification. Luka nodded slowly, then a hint of a smile appeared on her face.

„Are you kidding me right now?", Luka asked irritated. His sister just looked back to him, unphased.

"This isn't a joke, Marinette is my best friend. Has been for the last couple years, and now I kissed her, which probably endangdered our friendship and you're just... what are you even talking about? Did you make a bet with the others or what is going on?“

Juleka lifted her hands in defense. „Bro, honestly you should've done that sooner, then I would've gotten fifty euros instead. You're the one ruining my chances of getting rich, so stop whining. Also, what do you mean 'endangered your friendship?'“

Luka looked at her dumbfounded. „You can cosider yourself lucky that I don't have the energy to get into the money thing right now, but... Marinette is my best friend. And best friends don't just kiss like that? Since I knew her, she had never shown any sign that she liked me as anything else.“

„Luka-“

„She first dated Adrien forever, and after their break-up nothing between us had changed, either.“

„Luka-“

„And now I pushed myself onto her in a moment of... weakness, I guess? I don't know, but I kissed her without even asking first. That's so wrong on so many levels and now-“

„First of all, I need you to chill the fuck out,“ she said, „and second of all, how are you so sure the friendship is ruined or whatever? Did she reject you afterwards?“

Luka bit his lips. „I... I don't know? I mean, after we... well, you guys suddenly showed up and we couldn't talk about it with the whole group also being there, obviously. So we sat there for ten minutes while you guys were talking about god knows what and she completely avoided looking at me! And the when she left, she rejected my offer to accompany her home, which she had never done before! So clearly she's uncomfortable around me now and probably doesn't want anything to do with me any longer.“

He sighed.

„I mean, she knows how I feel. I told her back then, when I got akumatized the first time, while also making clear that I don't ask for her to return those feelings, so it never was a problem. I never wanted to pressure her into anything she didn't want and... now I did just that.“

Luka buried his face in his hands again. This was a nightmare.

He felt two hands on his shoulder, gently massaging him.

„Luka,“ Juleka's voice became soft again. „I think you're being too hard on yourself. If Marinette didn't want to kiss you, she would've slapped you. And her going home alone could also be because she was just as flustered as you and just was too awkward to talk about it with you. You know how she gets overwhelmed like that sometimes.“ She ruffled his hair. „So don't beat yourself up over it, 'kay?"

„What am I supposed to do?“, he asked, sounding absolutely devastated.

Juleka patted his back. „Talk to her, obviously. Figure out what you both want. I don't think Marinette would throw away your friendship just like that. Besides, you can't know if her feelings didn't change and she just didn't say anything until now.“

Juleka shrugged. „To be fair, we sort of suspected such a thing might happen sooner or later. I don't know, you guys always seemed very couple-y with each other, so I wasn't surprised when you told me about the kiss. I always thought it was just a matter of time.“

The "Hm" sound Luka made didn't sound convinced at all. He looked down to the floor where the pick laid.

"I don't know. How are you so sure of this?"

Juleka raised an eye brow. „Luka, we all have eyes. But if you don't want to believe me, stop being a coward...“ she picked up the necklace from the ground and put it in his hands, „and ask Marinette yourself.“

He pressed a quick kiss to his sister's forehead, while she gave him an encouraging pat on the shoulder. „Go get her, tiger.“

As he was about to sprint out of the kitchen, he suddenly came to a halt in front of the door, barely avoiding a collision with...

„Marinette?“

The unexpected visitor returned Luka's surprised gaze for a few seconds.

„Uh... hey, Luka. Hey, Juleka,“ she said and managed a smile.

„Speak of the devil,“ Juleka mumbled bemused and walked past Marinette. „I just remembered, I have some business to attend to. You two have fun.“

With that, she disappeared. Marinette looked after her, then turned around to stare at Luka again, and it felt like the night they were sitting together on the bean bag all over again.

„Hey,“ Marinette said again.

Luka smiled. „Hey.“

„Can, uh... can we talk?“

Luka felt his heart beating, loud and erratic, in his chest. Whether out of excitement of seeing her or out of anxiety for what she might say next, he wasn't sure. He simply gestured to one of the seats, inviting her to sit down, which she did. Luka sat down next to her.

For a moment, neither of the two said anything and never before had silence felt so unfomcortable and awkward than in this moment, despite the fact that it was between two best friends who were always comfortable around each other. And Luka absolutely hated that he felt that way. So when he could no longer stand the silence, he worked up the coursage to take the first step.

„I'm sorry for kissing you last night. I don't know why I did that, I just... I guess there was... um... I don't know, I feel awkward and... I'm so sorry. For ruining our friendship like that.“

He looked away. „I just pushed myself onto you and that wasn't right. I understand if you don't want to hang around me anymore, just... I want you to know that I never meant for that to happen and I'm terribly sorry.“

Marinette bit her lips. She stared at the half empty tea cup Juleka had left behind, and the fact that she didn't look at him made him even more nervous of what was to come.

„Luka,“ she began carefully, „First of all, you didn't push yourself onto me, I, uhm... I mean I leaned in as well and, uh...“

She took a deep breath. „The truth is, I...“

He closed his eyes to brace himself.

„I honestly wish you were a little less sorry.“

His eyes flew wide open.

„Huh?“

Marinette turned to look at him directly.

Marinette turned to look at him directly.

„I know we've been best friends since forever and I deeply cherish this friendship, I really do. You've been there for me everytime I needed a shoulder to cry on, we celebrated milestones together, we spent so much time together and I enjoyed every second of it. And over time... well... I guess I sort of... I though... God, I should've written this down before coming here.“

Luka gave her an encouraging smile. „Ah, no , you're doing fine. I'm just as much at a loss of words here, so please take your time. “

She smiled. „You're always so patient with me. I like that,“ she said and the way she smiled at him made his stomach turn in the most pleasant ways.

„So yeah, over time, something changed. About the way I see you. The way I... feel... about you.“

Luka didn't dare to breathe.

„I didn't really understand at first what it was that I felt. Until we kissed last night...“

She adverted her gaze, not being able to look him in the eyes any longer.

„What I'm trying to say is... I liked it. Kissing you, I mean. I really liked it.“

He was dreaming. He had to. Juleka must've put something in that tea so he would doze off and imagine this whole scenario right now. There was no way, no freaking way, that Marinette had just come here (or ran, judging by how sweaty she actually looked) to confess to him that she liked kissing him. The only thing making him doubt his theory was Marinettes hand slowly moving towards his own and touching it, which felt entirely too real to just be a dream.

„O-oh,“ he said. „That's... really?“

Wow, a girl just confessed and that's your answer to that? Way to go, Couffaine.

„I mean, good,“ he quickly added, „I was scared you wouldn't want to see me again afterwards. With how weird I was-“

„What?“ Marinette more or less jumped out of her chair, looking almost offended. „Why would I not? I would be stupid to ignore you after everything! Do you actually have any idea how importat, how precious, you are to me?“

„I meant what I said, Luka. Our friendship means the world to me. You mean the world to me. This kiss didn't ruin anything between us! If anything, it ruined me! I had to come here and talk to you about this and figure things out because I couldn't freaking distract myself. No matter what I did, baking or sewing, I kept thinking about how dreamy and perfect that stupid kiss was! And you have the audacity to doubt yourself like that? Are you for real?“

Luka stared at her confused.

„The... the kiss was that distracting to you?“

Marinette seemed to have suddenly realised what she had just admitted to, blushed furiously, and hid her face in his shoulder. He burst out laughing, and wrapped one arm around her.

„Gosh, Mari,“ he gasped, „you're adorable!“

„Shut up!“, she whined, but he could hear that she was laughing as well.

After they both calmed down, they stayed like this, half cuddling, while Luka stroked her back with one hand.

„So, that means we're good?“, he asked.

Marinette lifted her head and pressed her forehead against his. „Yeah, we're good.“

Luka smiled. „I'm glad.“

Marinette opened her eyes and he found himself once again drowning in her breathtakingly beautiful eyes.

„You know,“ Luka said after a while, „I actually don't really have anything against ruining our friendship. If that means I'll get to kiss you again.“

"Then what are you waiting for?", Marinette smiled. „Ruin it.“

He closed the distance with more confidence this time, holding her face close to his as she ran her fingers through his hair, making soft moaning sounds as he got bold enough to let his tongue slip into her mouth. He tilted his head to further deepen the kiss, letting one hand slinde from her cheek over her shoulder to her upper back.

Perfect didn't even begin to preoperly describe the way he felt.

After breaking the kiss to actually catch some air, Luka got up and lifted Marinette onto the counter, one hand resting on her thigh, the other cupping her cheek while he stood in between her legs as she tried to pull him closer, as if she wanted to keep him there forever.

If their first kiss was like a question, this one was the answer.

Send me a number and I'll write a short(ish) Lukanette fic!

[solarlotus]

Obikin Prompt: 'Bond shock'

I'll leave it up to you what side of Obikin you want to explore for this prompt!

Hi, this is a great one, thanks. I've gone with Obi Wan.

Obi Wan was reeling, the bond had been a heavy weight of darkness since he fell, twisted and sick, a malignant thing that tore at Obi Wan's light viciously. But when the bond went dead it was worse.

Obi Wan was haunted with nightmares of maiming his apprentice, his darling Anakin, the sole focus and light of his life these past 15 years. He felt as if he too had been cleaved in two, his soul split assunder as its other half perished in the lava field of Mustafar. He tried to tell himself it had been mercy, to have left Anakin to live as a lord of the Sith, to walk in the dark would have been worse.

But nothing brought him comfort. Nothing except the tendrils of light from Luke's bright force signature. So like his father in body and spirit. It was some kind of sweet torture to watch him from afar, a minature Anakin playing at being a pilot, hair fair and skin golden from the Tatooine suns, chasing droids outside the farm where Anakin's beloved mother rested, where his father had once stood.

The day the inquisitor told him he had already been nursing that open festering wound in his soul, ripped open by the brilliant and beautiful Leia Organa. If Luke was like his father, Leia was Anakin entirely, her force signature so like his Obi Wan could barely keep himself from reaching out and enveloping her in his own. She was spirited, passionate, brave, funny, intelligent; oh how he ached with it. She may have Padme's dark eyes and hair, but she was all Anakin.

Then she said the words he'd longed for, Anakin Skywalker is alive.

It happened all at once, he reached out and found him immediately, the remnants of his Anakin, so scarred and twisted it caused him physical pain.

'Anakin,' he gasped. In that moment he knew Anakin had felt him. The dark twisted thing that had been ripped away, his soul a ragged torn half hanging mutilated was now whole again, what was left of Anakin Skywalker now fused with him, the bond rushing back to life.

Anakin was in pain, so much pain. Obi Wan felt to all fours, panting, shields slamming into place, he must not know about Leia. But he had seen him, the being he loved most in the galaxy, scared and broken, limbless, his soul steeped in the anger of the Sith. It should have been worse than death, but Obi Wan felt properly alive for the first time in ten years. For the first time in ten years he was whole again.

[nixylubouv]

💫Writing Prompt #66

Villain likes to stay low key. They’re so powerful that they’ve become desensitized and bored by the world. They choose to join the villain’s league because there’s nothing better to do, really. Despite Villain not trying all that hard, Supervillain’s recently noticed Villain’s competency and assign Villain to work closely with them. This care is new to Villain, and they start to enjoy Supervillain’s company. 

However, Supervillain is the total opposite of Villain. Always in the limelight, super charming and engaging. Other villains, civilians, and even heros flock to them like moths. It’s so annoying. Villain is jealous of the people constantly taking Supervillain’s attention away. Why? Do they want that power to sway the room too? Unable to understand the complicated new emotions roiling inside them, Villain decides the only solution is to stage a coup and takes over Supervillain’s position. 

Only when Supervillain is dragged before them, glaring with hatred, does it finally click in Villain’s dense head. It was never Supervillain’s power that they wanted. It was Supervillain. 

Ah sh*t……was it too late to buy flowers and grovel for forgiveness?