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becomingthevlillainsfamily · 2 months

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Corruption or Redemption

"It's us against the world, isn't it?" hero squinted her eyes at the crazy crowd hurling towards the tower she and the villain were standing on, she didn't wish to believe that the people who were ready to die for her a few days ago were now praying for her to die. Those crazy fanatics who used to worship the ground she walked on and used to chant 'Savior' whenever they saw her were rushing to kill her.

Before it had always been her towards thousands of villains maybe right now it could be her and him, for now at least, for the sake of getting out of the swamp created by her own carelessness and belief in those, for whom she had gone through life and death situations million times, just to repay the faith they showed in her but right now it seemed like all the efforts she had ever put were in vain, the situation right now was a failure of the best performance she had put for these people.

She hesistated to attack them, her hands barely moved an inch, that's when she heard a strange, soft laughter full of dissapointment. She turned towards the source, it was him again.

The villain hid his face under his hand and covered his stomach with another as if he had heard the best joke ever, "Hah" a crazy smirk followed up his dissapointed funny face.

"Do you think you are in some kind of hero and villain cliche' romance story, where you are the protagonist?" his eyebrows furrowed down and a pathetic frown formed on his face as he glanced up and down at hero. The villain started clapping, gently, slowly and then loudly his eyes containing dissatisfaction for the hero.

The villain walked towards the hero slowly and gently placed both of his hand's on his so called rival's shoulder and pulled her towards him, her back glued to his chest and his arm tightened around her waist not letting her move an inch.

The villain taking his time placed his head on her shoulder from back, trying to get a look of her face with a slow whisper which tickled her ear he handed her a gun, positioning it towards the civilian's, "If you kill even one of them" his grip tightened over her wrist holding the weapon, "It is going to be us". He pulled his head back from her shoulder, trying to hide the smirk which had formed on his lips as he wished and waited for the hero to walk down the path of corruption he had paved, for her.

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adamsloverboy · 1 year

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cw a smidge of blood and knife

“I've been lonely,” a sigh, “for so long.”

Villain jumped at the voice behind them, quickly turning around. But the darkness engulfed the other, the pupils of their eyes shining bright.

Fucking creep.

They stepped back as the stranger stalked towards them, eyes unwavering.

“What do you want?” The villain snarled, hands hovering over their belt.

“I just think it's time I put an end to my solitude, don't you think?”

The hero revealed themselves, coming into the light. Villain gripped the hilt of his dagger and stepped back, tense.

“So what do you want me to do about it?”

Hero smiled at that and eyed the other's belt, staring.

“That won't work.” They said.

Villain's jaw stiffened.

“Fuck off,” they started, “and you won't get hurt.”

“Aren't you bold!” Hero beamed strolling over to Villain, whom took a fighting stance and pounced.

Hero tucked and slid under them as Villain fell and rolled, quickly shifting to a crouchinf position. Hero turned and threw themselved at Villain, as the latter shielded themselves with their arms.

Villain pushed and stabbed the Hero's torso, quickly jumping backwards to avoid any counter attack.

Hero smirked, fucking hell, and walked over like they hadn't been stabbed.

Villain wasted no time and swung their leg under Hero's, striking them across the floor.

Hero rolled to the side and then grabbed Villain's neck, pushing them under and straddling them.

Hero retrieved the dagger from Villain's hands. Villain spat in their face and clawed at their hands, “Fuck!”

Hero winked,

“Stay calm, won't you?”

Then they cut their own arm.

And forced their blood into the villain's mouth, earning a horrified expression.

“What are you doi—”

Hero's face falls,

“Come home.”

Hi! English is not my first language and I'm a noobie. Critique and opinions are appreciated :-)

#heroes and villains #heros and villains #hero x villain #villain x hero #hero #villain #snippet #snippet prompt #whumpee and whumper #my writing

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hawkeykirsah · 2 years

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Another snippet request! I'd love to see how Obi-Wan meeting Cody's (exponentially larger) family went!

Well, this took a little longer than expected but it also turned out a bit longer. Thank you so much for the prompt, Adi! I hope you enjoy it!

They pulled into the car pool lot mid-afternoon. Cody stifled a groan when he saw a familiar sedan parked in Rex’ preferred parking spot, some of his brothers lingering around it and making their way over before Obi-Wan had turned off the engine.

Cody gave him an apologetic look, grimacing when he saw Fives downright bouncing toward them with a shit-eating grin on his face, “Looks like you’ll get to have the dubious pleasure of meeting some of my brothers right now already. Whatever they say or do, I apologize for them in advance.”

Obi-Wan laughed softly, jotting down the last entry in the van’s travel log, “Well, let’s not keep them waiting, babe.”

By the time they got their bags out of the back of the van his brothers were there, all three of them shooting obvious glances at Obi-Wan. “Obi-Wan,” Cody said, before any of them could say anything, “meet Rex, Fives, and Echo.”

“My pleasure,” Obi-Wan said, smiling easily and shaking everyone’s hands before softly touching the small of Cody’s back and saying in a low voice, “There’s Agen. I’ll be right back.” Cody simply nodded, aware of Obi-Wan moving off to finish the handover while his brothers crowded closer.

“So that’s Obi-Wan, huh?” Rex said, staring over Cody’s shoulder, eyebrow raised. “I mean, he’s not bad looking but—.”

“We heard you have a massive crush on him,” Fives put in helpfully. “Rexy said you couldn’t even focus on simple convos because you were busy drooling over this guy. Wolffe and Fox are both pissed that they have to work and can’t see the dude.”

Cody shot Rex an unimpressed look. “Fuck sake,” he muttered, shouldering his bag and heading for his car. His brothers followed.

Rex grinned, “Well? How’s that crush coming along?”

“We’re well past that,” Cody said drily, unlocking his truck and tossing the bag inside. That brought all three of his brothers up short.

“What do you mean, well past that?” Echo asked.

“Exactly what I said,” Cody replied, smirking. “I hope you guys weren’t planning to follow me home, I have plans.”

Rex’s eyebrows climbed higher, “Plans? Yeah, mom and dad are expecting you for dinner, you didn’t forget about that, did you? Family cookout and all?”

Cody froze. He had forgotten. Fuck.

He shot a look over at Obi-Wan, now at his bike, stowing away his things in the saddlebags. He looked up and caught Cody’s gaze, mouth quirking to grin before sauntering back toward them, helmet tucked under his arm. “Give me a sec,” Cody said and set off to meet him, ignoring his brothers’ snickering.

Cody had hoped for Obi-Wan to follow Cody to his place and then spend a nice evening there. Maybe get some take-out, watch a movie and, ideally, get Obi-Wan spread out in his bed. He felt all prickly along his shoulders as he explained the situation, very aware of Rex, Fives, and Echo lingering by his car, watching.

“Are you really sure? We can put off our evening in until tomorrow, if you prefer,” Obi-Wan said, a small furrow between his brows, after Cody suggested he come along. “I don’t want to impose.”

“You won’t be,” Cody replied. “I want to spend the evening with you and, honestly, I think if I don’t bring you along my siblings might murder me. Seems like Rex has been talking us up.”

Obi-Wan laughed softly. “Well,” he said, eyes glinting with humor, “I don’t want to be responsible for fratricide and I am rather fond of you, so I guess I’ll come along.”

“Fucker,” Cody grumbled goodnaturedly. “I’ll pick you up at five? Or do you want to freshen up at mine?”

“We’ll be late if we do that,” Obi-Wan pointed out, grinning slightly, which was probably true. “Five sounds good,” he continued, brushing a kiss to his lips—Cody ignored the wolf whistles from behind—, and then waved at the others before walking back to his bike, putting his helmet on on the way. Cody took another moment to watch him swing himself on the bike and drive off before going back to deal with his brothers.

They were, unsurprisingly, the last ones to pull up in front of the house. It wasn’t large, really, considering how many of them there were; perhaps even smaller than the house Obi-Wan had grown up in. Nowadays it had a lot of empty rooms with only his parents and the youngest set of twins living there, except when Gregor was home on leave.

The front door opened and Cody’s mother stepped onto the porch, pressing a kiss to his forehead and enveloping him in a hug the moment he reached the top of the steps. “I’m glad you’re home safe again,” she said, ignoring his protests that there was nothing to worry about, and turned her attention to Obi-Wan.

Obi-Wan, Cody noted, had his most charming smile on his face as he stretched out a hand in greeting, the salad he’d quickly thrown together while waiting for Cody to pick him up tucked under his other arm. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, ma’am. I’m Obi-Wan.”

She shot an amused glance at Cody, taking the proffered hand and pulling Obi-Wan into a light embrace before ushering them through the door. “Hello, Obi-Wan. Please, just Lori is fine. Come in, both of you. Everybody else is in the backyard already.”

“Of course, Lori. I hope this is okay?” Obi-Wan asked, holding out the covered salad bowl. “It’s just a simple Greek salad.”

Her eyebrows climbed a little higher and she turned to Cody, “You guys’ve been in town for just under two hours after being gone for two months and he took the time to go to the store and make something to bring along? Where’s yours?”

Cody pointed at Obi-Wan. “I brought him.”

Obi-Wan blushed, “And I live right over a greengrocer’s, it was no trouble, really.”

There were some whistles and whooping from his brothers—Cody had expected that much—but after the first moment of embarrassment Obi-Wan just…fit right in, answering the barrage of questions about his family and how he got into storm chasing and whatever else they could think of with natural ease.

“Hey Obi-Wan,” Fives said eventually, pushing back his empty plate, and a prickle of premonition sliding down Cody’s back at his tone. “We’ve heard you have a pretty wicked tattoo. Can we see it?”

“I have several, actually, but I can only show one without risking indecent exposure,” Obi-Wan replied, winking at Cody as he stood up, reaching for the back of his shirt and pulling it off without hesitation. And, Cody thought, eyes lingering on the line of his shoulders and fighting down the urge to press kisses along it—he could do that later—, he really shouldn’t have been surprised by that.

They ended up at the park, eventually, as was quite usual. Cody knew they wouldn’t stay in the yard long, they never did on evenings like this. it was simply too small. Once most of the food had been eaten they always tended to make their way across the street to the park with a bag full of equipment and a cooler with drinks, arguing what to play, which turned out to be volleyball this time, per Omega’s request. She was also very quick at securing Obi-Wan on her team and seeming rather smug about it, which Cody found slightly puzzling up until the moment when Obi-Wan served an ace, movements precise and sure.

“Did you used to play?” Cody called across the field after a few more well-placed kills because he was on the opposing team for this set and Obi-Wan’s motions were far too practiced for casual play.

“I might have,” Obi-Wan answered, grinning, causing a delighted whoop from Boba, Gregor, and Echo, whom Omega had also grabbed for her team.

“You can have him again later!” she yelled, bouncing up and down on her heels, and fuck, he planned to. “We’ll trade next set.”

They spilled back into the house after a few more games, night falling around them. Obi-Wan slung his arm across Cody’s shoulders as they walked back, trailing a few steps beyond the rest, eyes bright and breath going faster from the exertion. He took a deep swallow from the water bottle Fox had handed him and said, stifling a yawn, “This was a fun evening. Your family is very kind.”

Cody nodded. “Mostly, yeah.” He slowed to a stop, casting a glance at the house, and tugged Obi-Wan close for a kiss. “I don’t know about you, babe, but I’m ready to get out of here soon, though, fun or not. I even have a working shower at my place.”

“Oh?” Obi-Wan went, amusement tinging his voice, “Well, if you have a working shower we should probably make use of it.”

“We should,” Cody confirmed, enjoying the feel of firm muscle under Obi-Wan’s shirt. “Together.”

“Absolutely.”

With that they went inside, taking their goodbye not much later and left under the teasing of Cody’s siblings. Somebody—Wolffe, if Cody wasn’t mistaken—called “Don’t break the bed!” after them as the door closed but Cody really couldn’t care less. “Drive safely,” his mother said, pulling him into a quick hug on the porch and then saying goodbye to Obi-Wan.

His parents gave them a final wave before going back inside and Obi-Wan turned to him with a grin after fastening his seat belt, “I believe you promised me a shower with you.”

And Cody put the car in drive and replied, “I sure did.”

#codywan #chase your heart snippets #snippet prompt #storm chaser au #adiduck #my writing #hawk writes #meeting the family

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jasminesfury · 7 months

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messy chaotic ‘we’re terrible for each other but can’t keep our hands off each other’ prompts

oh hello i am in fact alive

“do you ever actually think before speaking? like is your brain capable of processing a thought??” “yeah, it’s just immune to idiotic ones”

“take that back” “prove me wrong” (or; a cliché ‘make me’)

being in some sort of intense slightly pointless staring match (after an argument, preferably) and just saying “oh fuck it who cares” and pulling their neck down to kiss them

“do you the sex would be boring if we didn’t argue before it every time?” “i mean, we could always argue during”

^or, alt: doing it once when you’re not arguing instead kinda tipsy but not drunk, and it’s all giggles and laughter and sweet nothings and the next morning being like “oh fuck i actually like them”

“why does everything with you have to be so difficult!?” “it’s fun getting you all riled up”

“oh, if i had known that’s all it would take for you to shut up i would’ve done this ages ag-“ “only finish that sentence if you have a death wish”

“you’re doing it wrong” “jesus, would you just relax” “no because i’m wasting my tim- oh, oh my god-” the other character smirking, “don’t look so smug” “i think i’ve earned the right, now just trust me, okay? believe it or not, i want to make you feel good”

“so you’ll finally stop being an asshole and just sign the document?” “keep doing this and i’ll sell you my house”

getting jealous and the other character pretending that it’s unreasonable, but secretly character A is the only one they feel a spark with. the only one they feel excited to be around

“we should probably stop this” “yeah” … “we’re not going to though, right?” “oh absolutely not”

“nope no nada, no using sex to get me to do things you want, it’s not going to work anymore”

“you really are a fucking asshole aren’t you?” “yes, i believe that’s what’s on my resume”

“i hate you” “i know” “and that won’t change” “i know” “and you’re still okay with this?” no “yes”

“imagine a universe where we didn’t hate each other, that would be so-“ “boring?” “yeah! like imagine not bickering over tiny things, that’s no fun”

“she says we bicker like an old married couple”

talking with a friend; “you shouldn’t go there” “i know” “and you shouldn’t sleep with them” “i know” “it’s a bad idea” “i know” “well. will you?” “..yeah”

“i know we’re terrible for each other but every time i look at them it’s just like my brain flies out the window and my hormones take over”

“we’re broken up, it’s just two friends going out for drinks, okay?” ending up in one’s bed, but alright

“did you sleep together?” “noooo, i just-“ “tripped on a stone and accidentally dailed his number which magically led to you two meeting at a pub and you just magically teleported to your bedroom without your clothes on? yeah, thought so”

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save-the-villainous-cat · 27 days

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Vampire hero x flirty villain but it’s HEAT SEASON *disappears*

“Shit, you’re a mess.” The villain crossed their arms in front of their chest and tilted their head, clearly amused.

“Yeah, listen…” The hero took in a deep breath. It was worse when they spent time with the villain, it always got worse too. Usually, they would hook up with a stranger but that simply didn’t satisfy them anymore.

The hero didn’t know what was wrong with them, they’d been “alive” for long enough now, they had dealt with this several times and had never had any problems. However, that had changed. And the hero hated change.

“You’re not sick, are you?” The villain took a step towards them. Slowly, they came closer and closer.

“No…no, I’m fine, I…hey, let’s just fight, okay?”

“You seem a little distracted.”

“I’m not.”

“Honey, you’re looking at everything I have to offer except for my pretty face.” The villain was in front of them now and the hero tried to keep their eyes on the villain’s. “I’ve done a little bit of research on vampires. Either you’re starving or…”

The hero grabbed their hand.

“Don’t say it.”

The villain’s smirk widened.

“Why not?”

“It’s embarrassing.”

“It doesn’t have to be,” the villain said. Their fingers traced the hero’s jawline. “You don’t have to be embarrassed, darling. It’s only natural, isn’t it?”

“Yes, but…” the hero began. They couldn’t control their thoughts, couldn’t control the daydreams about what they’d do with the villain.

They used to think this was a good thing, a pleasurable thing. But it had turned into a curse, had turned into a bottomless pit.

Deep down, the hero feared they had fallen for the villain. They feared they couldn’t be satisfied without them.

“Honey…” the villain said. They were everything the hero wanted in a partner. Intelligent, protective, flirty. They’d known each other for a while now. “You can’t fight in a state like this. I’ll end up on top of you and we’d reach the same outcome.”

The hero squeezed their eyes shut, trying to ignore their criminal libido. They hadn’t even thought about their actions. It was as if their body had carried them through the streets and to the villain’s apartment.

“I can’t ask that of you, it’s not right.” The hero grabbed the villain’s shoulder in search for something to stabilise them. They could feel their pulse banging in their ears.

“But I was the one suggesting it.” The villain caught the shell of the hero’s ear with their teeth softly. They bit down but released them just as quickly when the hero let out a quiet moan. “And you came to me…”

The hero was quiet. They touched the villain’s neck and caressed it, losing themselves to the feeling of someone actually caring about them.

“I can’t always control myself,” the hero whispered. “The biting or sometimes scratching, I can’t—”

“Hmmm,” the villain hummed and the hero was surprised to see a satisfied smile glued to their face. “I’m into that. So, don’t hold back, got it?”

“Are you sure you—?”

“If you’re really desperate we can do it on my desk, right here,” the villain suggested. They pressed the hero’s hips against the table and the hero could only attempt to whisper the villain’s name when they pressed their knee between the hero’s thighs. “What do you think?”

The hero didn’t know if they wanted to bite or devour the villain. Probably both.

“Y-yes, here is totally fine.”

“What a good vampire you are, hm?” the villain whispered against their ear. Their hand crawled up the hero’s thigh, slowly, agonisingly. “Three taps if it’s too much for you. You choose a safe word.”

The hero nodded.

“What do you want in return? Money? Information?”

“In return,” the villain said, their fingers playing with the hero’s underwear, “I want you to beg for it.”

Thus their affair began.

#idk don’t ask me #writing snippet #heroxvillain prompt #heroxvillain snippet #heroes and villains #hero #villain #hero x villain #heroxvillain #an answer for an ask #request #suggestive #vampire hero #hero vampire #vampire x human

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hughmanbean · 3 months

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Dick and Jason are dead. A causality of battle.

Well, not really. But the otherworldly hunter thought they were, and it really wasn't in their best interests to dispute that. It was too chaotic to get back to Bruce, so they decided to just wait it out.

There was a scuffle and the crate opened, the two of them taking the opportunity to jump out.

Jason scans the room. Dick stretches.

"What in the-"

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"You sure, Skulker?"

"Trust me, High Whelp, these two were knocked out cold!"

Danny opens the door. They look at him. He turns back to Skulker.

"You know, for the Best Hunter of the Infinite Realms, you sure aren't good at keeping your prey down."

#dp x dc #dp x dc prompt #dpxdc #dp x dc crossover #dcxdp #dc x dp #dead on main #skulker #high queen danny phantom #Literally just a snippet of what could be a fic idk

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thepenultimateword · 3 months

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Prompt #254

Hero wrapped the emergency blanket around Villain's wet and trembling shoulders. "You know, when I let you escape into the woods, I didn't know you were going to get lost. Or that you sucked so bad that wilderness survival."

Villain managed a half-amused exhale through their clenched teeth. "And you know so much?"

"Actually, yes. My camp is about a mile over that ridge. You think you can make it that far?"

Villain fought their stiff legs into the standing position, stumbling a bit on the way up. "What, you can carry traumatized civilians, but can't spare a bit of muscle for your nemesis?"

Instead of quipping back, Hero suddenly scooped them into their arms. "I certainly can if you need me to."

#heroes and villains #hero x villain #prompt #creative writing #writing prompt #heroes and villains community #writblr #short prompt #writing snippet #villain #wilderness survival

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withdrawingramen · 1 month

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i think shame & its manifestations in whump is not talked about enough. like i love when whumpee is physically unable to tell caretaker about all they went through, not only because it is insanely distressing to relive but also because it's humiliating. 'how can someone be so cruel?' is another question, but we're also talking 'how did i let that happen to myself?' from whumpee's perspective. often times post something traumatizing whumpees develop this deep-seated feeling of hopelessness & helplessness & misguided anger which is just in sweet words not cool

because think about it, the whumpee could not stop anything from happening to them. there's always this notion of having to stand up for yourself, but whumpee didn't even get the chance to. who should you be angry at? whumper? the system? yourself?

the fact that it happened is so terribly real and if paired with the conditioning of whumper & possible victim blaming, the shame eventually turns into this twisted form of denial, where whumpee is unable to confront the fact that they were hurt so bad and it just turns into oh my god i hate that it happened to me. i want to erase that it all happened. i wish i could live just one day forgetting it all and wake up thinking what was i so stressed about? i wish i could walk past whumper and think 'who were they again'? nobody should know about this because i cant deal with it myself and i don't know what i'll do if it all goes out

yk what im talking abt?

#whump #whump prompt #whump trope #whump tropes #whump prompts #whump scenario #whump scenes #whump writing #whump drabble #whump snippet #whumpee #whumper #whump blog #whump community #whumpblr

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writersloveroe · 10 months

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one bed trope dialogue prompts

♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎

•”wait- there’s seriously only one bed?”

•”no i insist, stay in bed with me,”

•”i didn’t mean to end up so close to you that night we were sharing the bed,”

•”it was so awkward- i woke up and we were cuddling like a couple,”

•”i hope you don’t snore,”

•”can you come a little closer? it’s cold in here,”

•”you know your head was resting on my shoulder as you slept right?”

•”you’re a cute sleeper,”

•”i know this is a bit weird, but can you hold me?”

•”stop hogging the covers!”

•”you kicked me seven times while sleeping,”

•”can you talk to me? i can’t sleep,”

•”there must’ve been some mistake there should be two beds,”

•”sharing a bed with you isn’t the worse thing that could happen, right?”

•”i’ll sleep on the couch- fine, i’ll sleep with you on the bed,”

•”you have cute bedhead,”

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sokkas-first-fangirl · 11 months

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If you’re still taking prompts, how about Eda taking bets with the other Owl House parents on which kids will be proposing first?

"Willow," Darius said, like it should have been obvious. "Of course it'll be Willow."

"You're betting against our son?" Camila demanded, eyebrows raised.

"Yes," Darius said.

Alador nodded. "Yeah, my money's on Willow," he said.

Camila threw her hands up. "Am I the only one who has any faith in him!?" Camila vs Hunter's sort-of-dad and sort-of-step-dad; it wasn't a battle of wills that Eda expected, but it was one she enjoyed watching.

"I agree," Perry said. "I'd say Willow."

Raine looked contemplative. They hummed, tapping a rhythm on the table, but didn't offer a side yet.

"Actually, I side with Camila," Lilith said slowly. She looked like she was thinking hard. Weighing the pros and cons would be Eda's bet. "Hunter is shyer than Willow, but he loves her dearly and he's brave. He can be very determined. I can see him proposing."

Darius and Alador exchanged dubious glances. Camila smiled smugly.

"Well, what about Luz and Amity?" Raine asked, tapping their chin.

"Luz," Camila and Eda said.

"Amity," Lilith said.

"Honestly, considering their track record, I expect them both to propose on the same day," Alador said with a shrug. "Or they'll try to anyway. Hopefully without Hooty's involvement this time."

"Is something wrong with Hootsifer?" Lilith demanded.

"You don't want me to answer that."

"Okay," Darius cut in quickly. "What about Gus and Matt?"

Perry snorted. "They'll need to actually date first," he said. "And my hair will be entirely grey by the time those boys sort themselves out. They're both painfully oblivious."

"Are they still calling it a rivalry?" Camila asked sympathetically.

"Unfortunately," Perry sighed.

Alador snorted into his apple blood. Eda gave him and Darius her most shit-eating grin.

"Yeah," Darius sighed. "We'll all be waiting a while on those two."

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creweemmaeec11 · 2 months

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"I'm hungry,"

"I- I'm in the middle of kidnapping you!"

"Yeah, yeah, go ahead, I won't stop you, I'm just asking if we can get something to eat on the way,"

#prompt #writing prompt #writing prompts #story prompt #fic prompts #prompts #hero x villain prompt #hero x villain prompts #snippet prompt #story prompts

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sas-soulwriter · 3 months

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Dark writing prompts

Some dark writing prompts for the cold winter days :) Number five is my favorite. I wrote a short story about it once. Which one is your favorite?

In a world where emotions are harvested as a powerful energy source, a secret society emerges, exploiting the pain and suffering of individuals to fuel their dark ambitions.

A mysterious antique mirror appears in an old, abandoned house. Anyone who gazes into it experiences glimpses of their worst fears coming to life. What happens when the mirror falls into the wrong hands?

In a dystopian future, a government experiment to control crime goes horribly wrong. Citizens start experiencing their darkest impulses as physical manifestations, leading to chaos and destruction.

A cursed town is shrouded in perpetual darkness, and every year, a single resident must willingly sacrifice themselves to lift the curse for a brief moment. This year, the chosen one has a secret that could change everything.

A talented artist discovers that their paintings have the power to alter reality. However, with each stroke of the brush, a piece of their soul is consumed, leaving them on the brink of madness.

A small community is plagued by a series of unexplainable events, each linked to a children's nursery rhyme. As the rhyme predicts the next tragedy, the townsfolk desperately try to break the curse before it claims them all.

A scientist creates a device that allows people to relive their happiest memories. However, as they delve deeper into the technology, they uncover a hidden layer of forgotten, traumatic experiences that could shatter lives.

In a post-apocalyptic world, survivors discover an underground bunker containing a mysterious machine that claims to offer a chance at resurrection. However, the price to bring someone back is the sacrifice of another life.

A cursed book is said to grant its reader unimaginable knowledge, but at the cost of their sanity. As a desperate scholar seeks its pages, they must confront the malevolent entity within that hungers for their mind.

A detective investigates a series of gruesome murders that seem to be connected by a chilling pattern. As they get closer to the truth, they realize the killer might be something otherworldly, feeding on the fear they instill in their victims.

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the-broken-pen · 5 months

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“Oh my god—“

“Not quite, love” The antagonist smirked. “If you ask nicely, however, I may be inclined to play along.”

“You’re—“

“A villain, yes.”

The protagonist tried to stop their hands from shaking as the antagonist looked them up and down.

“Why are you in my neighborhood bodega?” The protagonist said finally, and the villain quirked a brow.

“Even famous people need to eat,” the antagonist tucked their hands into their exquisitely tailored suit.

The bag of chips in the protagonists grip crinkled, and the villain inspected them.

“Not the healthiest choice.”

They gave an unamused laugh. “The cheapest.”

The antagonist’s eyes ran over their face, as if taking in their slightly gaunt cheeks.

“Heroism doesn’t pay well, it seems.”

The protagonist looked them up and down.

“Villainy does, it seems.”

At that, the antagonist chuckled, eyes glimmering like they had finally found something to peak their interest.

Behind them, the check out counter beeped and spit out a receipt, which the antagonist promptly crumpled and threw away.

“I’ll be watching,” they said with a nonchalance that did not match the threat of stalking, and disappeared out the sliding doors.

The protagonist stood in front of the machine, slightly awe struck and slightly afraid, until a clerk sidled up to them.

“Old friend?” The clerk asked.

The protagonist glanced over at them, then back towards the door.

“Not quite,” they answered.

They paid for their chips and left, hands pink with cold by the time they got to their apartment.

Attached to their door was an cream colored envelope full of money, and a note in elegant handwriting that simply said “Buy yourself more groceries. Your fridge is a tragedy.”

The protagonist never quite got rid of the antagonist after that.

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If snippets are open, Hawkey, I'm curious: what does Cody do for a living? I imagine juggling a 9-5 with a Master's student for a boyfriend is very different from spending however long in a van with him day in and day out--how do they balance that?

Thank you so much for the prompt! I'm not sure if I quite managed to get it right but I hope this is okay!

It always took a few days to get back into the groove after being out in the field. Not that Cody’s job as a forecaster was, strictly speaking, so different when he was at the agency proper. He still had to analyze data, run numerical weather predictions, and write weather reports. One difference was certainly that he sat at a desk with three computer monitors while frequently in contact with numerous other agencies to supply them with the newest data instead of in a van synching nowcasts with the visual data outside the window.

The other difference was that Obi-Wan wasn’t in the seat next to him. And that Obi-Wan wasn’t in his bed every night. Sometimes his classes simply ran too late or, less often, he lost track of time at the library so that he didn’t leave school until after Cody was already in bed. And, of course, he had to actually work on his thesis.

So they did the only viable thing—they made a schedule.

Every week.

Because, while Cody preferred working early occasionally he got stuck with a late shift and sometimes he had to work the weekend. Weather never took a break, after all.

“You know,” said Cody, not quite two months after they returned from their chase, slowly stroking a thumb over Obi-Wan’s hip bone, propping his head up on one hand, “this would be a lot easier if we lived together.” He was aware that thinking about moving together after only three months was quick for most people but, hell, they’d lived together for two months while on the road without any problems. Quite the contrary. “Just think about it, babe.”

“I am,” Obi-Wan replied. “A lot. And I want to. But, Cody, there are so many things to consider. I don’t even know if I’ll get a job around here after I graduate and I would like to stay in research. What if we find a place and a few months later I have to move out again because I end up across the country? Or, hell, in another country?” He sighed and Cody couldn’t help but shift a little and press a kiss to his chest.

“We have research meteorologists at the agency,” Cody reminded him, thinking of his own the itch to switch from operational to research every once in a while. “And you already work there, in a way. They know you and the work you can do.” He was aware that being an affiliated storm chaser and a permanent employee were two different things but they’d be foolish not to hire Obi-Wan. He told him as much.

Obi-Wan nodded, a slight smile teasing his lips. “You might be biased, though.”

“What makes you say that?” Cody returned, smirking openly before dragging the tip of his tongue along Obi-Wan’s collar bone.

Well,” Obi-Wan gasped, turning to face him and rolling his hips forward. “The fact that you keep taking me to bed might be seen as one.”

“If they didn’t want me to start taking you to bed they shouldn’t have sent us on a tour together,” Cody ground out, trailing a hand down Obi-Wan’s side and over his ass to his thigh, hitching his leg higher. “Also this has nothing to do with your capabilities in the field.” He rolled onto his back, pulling Obi-Wan atop of him and settled his hands on Obi-Wan’s hips, grinding up against him. “God, you’re so fucking perfect.”

Later, after they had both caught their breath again, Obi-Wan said quietly, “To get back to our earlier discussion, how about I talk to Depa this week about a regular job and we start looking for a place after I’ve defended my thesis depending on her answer.” He snorted a soft laugh, “For one thing my head will be considerably clearer then.”

“That sounds perfect, babe,” Cody replied drowsily, content and sated and already on the edge of sleep. There was no way Depa would turn Obi-Wan down, he was sure of it. Especially not if his degree turned out as good as Cody expected it to. “And she’ll say yes, I know it.”

A bit more than a month later they walked into their new home, together.

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jasminesfury · 1 year

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first kiss prompts <3

feel free to use! tag me if you do

“FINALLY WHAT TOOK YOU SO LONG”

“i’m so so sorry oh my god i should definitely not have done i’m so so sorry i-“ “name” “if you don’t even want to talk to me again i get i-“ “name” “i’m just so-” *pulls them by their shirt and kisses them again and the other character is like oh OH”

whispering “can i kiss you?” and the other character nodding vigorously

“that was..that was sudden” “yeah um..”

“i realise that i am clearly irresistible but..why did you choose to act on all the flirting now” “i…you look hot with that hair/your glasses on/ some other feature what can i say”

“wanna do it again?”

“should we like. talk about it” “aboutwhatnothingweirdhashappenedlatelywhathahaha- “ oh really? let me see if i can jog your memory”

“you’re..extremely red” “shut up” “like actually vermillion” “go to hell”

“are we about to kiss right now” as a joke, but then the other character actually leans in

“look since the events of last night i can safely say that i have discovered multiple new techniques to shut you up, and i am not afraid to use them”

hand placements jskwkhdjd

“this never happened” “consider it forgotten” proceeds to happen many times after

their friends being like “A and B sitting in a tre-“ “i swear to GOD-“

“i need to test out a theory” “..okay?” “i require your help” “how so” “you need to kiss me”

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