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"And I have a broken penis. Don't pretend to know my pain."

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you wouldn’t last an hour in the asylum where they raised me

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Richard Blades

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here, have some bi-ace solidarity

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by t*tomorrow

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they were literally looking at web like this

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THIS PROMPT SESSION IS CLOSED

I will no longer take any requests from this session.

Thank you for all you sent in requests! They were a lot of fun to write! I'll get another session ready for May!

Once again, Thank you!

April Prompt Session (CLOSED)

Hello, my Lovelies!

So sorry for not making a prompt session sooner, but I wanted to get back to it and do another session! These are a lot of fun to write and make my day, so here we go!

This Prompt Session Theme is:

Words of Affirmation

Here are my rules:

1.) You may choose ONE character from my list Here. It’ll have the list of characters that I write for or have written for in the past.

*(If you have a character not listed that you wish for me to write, PLEASE MESSAGE ME AND CLEAR IT WITH ME FIRST TO SEE IF I CAN OR WILL DO IT!)*

2.) There is only One Prompt list for this session, you can request the number you wish for me to write. Please provide BOTH the numbers you would like AND the character to pair it with.

Example: May I have Aziel from ACOTAR with #5?

*I write out the requests as a first come first serve. I will try my best to fulfill every request that comes my way, but please bear in mind I work full-time as a teacher. Because of that, I’ll be busy most of the day so please be patient and I’ll write in my spare time as much as I can :) *

3.) If I get two requests that are exactly the same, (same character and same number) I will only write it once! Please don't be afraid to ask if someone has already requested the character and number, I don't mind answering that for you :)

4.) You can request in my ASK box neither as yourself or anonymously. Although I would LOVE to give you a shout if you request as yourself, anon is perfectly fine!

5.) I will stop taking requests for this prompt session on Sunday, April 21st at 3:00 PST

6) Have fun and enjoy :)

Prompt List created by @creativepromptsforwriting

"You are so special to me."

"We are so lucky to have you."

"Did I tell you I love you today already?"

"You always know how to make me laugh."

"I just want you to know how proud I am of you."

"Wow! You look amazing!"

"I appreciate you so much."

"You are being so good to me."

"I'm so impressed with you."

"Thank you for everything you do for me."

"You make me so happy."

"I'm so lucky to have you."

"You are doing such a good job at this."

"No one makes me as happy as you do."

"I trust you with all of my heart."

"You are literally the best."

"I really enjoy spending time with you."

"Thank you for always listening to me."

"I really value your opinion."

"You have so much talent."

"I'm so happy to have you by my side."

"You're the kindest person I know."

"That was so thoughtful of you, I appreciate it."

Once again, I will no longer take requests for this session on Sunday, April 21st at 3:00 PST

Thank you and happy requesting!

Tagging -@a-lumos-in-the-nox @botanicalbarnes @heliosphere8 @virtueassassin @ethereal-athalia @heartofwritiing @valeridarkness @pemberlyy @saradika

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Hello! Can you do Druig with 2 and 20?

Maybe include a way to make Ikaris an asshole in it? 🤭

A/N - Hooray for Druig! I love this, thanks for requesting this, friend!

Joy

Summary - You hate hearing negativity against your husband. It was your job to bring him joy again.

Warnings - Angst and mostly fluff :)

“I swear, the guys doesn’t know when it stop talking,”

“Well I choose to ignore those words,”

“And I don’t, not when it comes to my husband,” 

Druig poked his head up from his book, seeing you pace back and forth in front of him while he was occupying your shared bed on The Domo.  You were fuming, your mind was racing at just an alarming rate from what you were told minutes before on the ramp going into The Domo.  One minute you were returning from a patrol with Kingo around the city, wanting to kick up your feet and relax with Druig for the rest of the night. But you overheard what Ikaris was saying to Sersi and Ajak, about the small ambush of Deviants that were seen to the South.  

Druig was helping relocate the humans that were stuck in the ambush, he was better at corralling the humans and making sure they were safe and away from the chaos.  Ajak and Sersi were telling Ikaris of the hard work Druig was going and all the lives he saved, no human was killed.  But of course, Ikaris being Ikaris, he never saw the positive with your husband and best friend.

“A Simple Mind Control trick is nothing sort of a magic trick.  Anyone of us could have done that,”

One black eye and a scolding later from Ajak, Ikaris was ushered away to his room with Sersi looking after him.

“Something tells me he deserved it,” Druig almost teased as he thumbed another page through his book while you were still walking back and broth and attempting to calm down. You hated hearing that from Ikaris, he had no right to say such things from one of the kindest and selfless beings on the ship.  Although he was a strong Eternal, Ikaris would be lost as well, too driven and too invested in the goals in front of him compared to all that was happening around him.  He had blinders on, plain and simple.  Sometimes when he said something that was rude and almost uneasy with you, you wished to put him in your place.  But you also had respect for Ajak as your leader, never wishing to ruffle feathers or make waves.

All of those hesitance went out the window at the mention of your husband and his worth in the group.

“Of course, he deserved it!  He spoke about you like you were dirt below his own boots!” You huffed, Druig slammed his book closed and watching you as you were glaring at him with heat still under your skin and your fingers baling into fists, “He doesn’t know the true worth that you have and what you bring to the family, to the humans,”

Druig said nothing, which made you a bit cornered since Druig have good confidence in himself and what he could do.  You wanted the confidence that he had, though he would pour that back into you and make you feel your self worth when you were not yourself.  Yet there were times, very briefly but they were evident, that Druig felt low.  He was amazing at hiding it from the others, even from his best friend Makkari who could read him like a book.  Most of time it came from Ikaris, from his judgment in Druig’s performance and to how he was said undertones statements that seemed more hurtful than they were.

“Druig,” You said his name, being that he was still quiet.  It made you walk over to the side of the bed, taking the book out of his hands to lace your fingers together and stare at him gently in the eyes, “Don’t ever let Ikaris get you down with his words and what he says: You have so much talent.  Not only with your abilities, but how you can help the humans who need it, truly need it,”

Druig searched your eyes, squeezing your hands from the sweet words you were tell him as you smiled widely.  You loved pouring out your love for him, something Druig was not used to himself.  He would do it with you all the time and admit it was just as natural as breathing was.  He adored making you blush, bring you joy, and especially building your confidence and self worth.  

Now it was his turn to take in all of those praises and words.

“We are so lucky to have you,” You explained to him calmly, though you were feeling a bit emotional when you were talking to Druig, “I am lucky, honored, to have you in my life as my husband.  If Ikaris can’t see that about you, then he doesn’t deserve the breathe the same air as you.  Okay?”

Druig smiled from ear to ear, the glow that was now on his face and almost hovering about him made y9our heart soar as he leaned over to kiss you boldly on the couch.  You cupped his face in your hands, feeling the warmth of his cheeks along your palms.  You would tell him every time when anyone, even Ikaris would knock him down and bring him to his knees.

If that would ever happen again, you would take his hands and bring him back on his feet, to his strength again.

The End

April Prompt Sessions

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Uehara Konen - Waves

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source: theopeninvite

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"we need weirder queers" you guys couldnt even handle asexual people in 2016 (and probably still cant handle them)

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Helloo I Just read your new Oliver Wood fic and loved it♥️ so I thought maybe you could do 3. with Oliver Wood...? Pretty please

A/N - I love this for Oliver! Thanks for requesting this, friend!

Strong and Brave

Summary - After receiving a letter from your daughter, you and Oliver reminisce about your time at Hogwarts as 1st years

Warnings - Just fluff!

“How is she doing there?”

“From what she wrote, she’s having a good time, Oli,”

Oliver hummed as he was polishing his broomstick, which was perched over his knees and thighs as you were in the armchair by the open window, reading your daughters first letter from Hogwarts.  Seeing her familiar writing made your heart soar, reading how she was describing her first day at the Wizarding school and being sorted into Gyrffindor House.  All you could remember was seeing her being sent off on the Hogwarts Express a week prior, her smiling face beaming amongst the steam of the railroad and her hand waving in anticipation.

To hear from her made those restless nights drift away finally.

“She loves being in Gryffindor, already making a few friends in her House.  She even has a bed right by the window with a view of The Black Lake, she loves that,”  You said aloud as you were reading another paragraph, seeing Oliver out of the corner of your eye smile, “So far she likes her classes, but Potions is gonna be tough for her,”

“She’s lucky she’s never had to deal with Snape,” Oliver grumbled as he moved his rag to another part of the broom, “You said she’s making friends?”

“Yes, two of them already.  They eat together at meals and are study buddies: Elena and Harper.  I’m glad she has friends,” You hummed, looking up from the letter over to your husband, “I wanna write to her tonight and send it tomorrow for her,”

Oliver placed his broom, which was now shining and pristine, down on the ground as you got up from the armchair to sit next to him on the couch.  Feeling him wrap an arm around your shoulders to tuck you in, you both were looking over the handwriting of your daughter, trying to picture it all in your head.  Seeing her in crimson robes, walking along the Hogwarts hallways with her friends, it must have been thrilling for her. 

You and Oliver were dreaming of the day she would be off to Hogwarts and make her own memories.  With her inquisitive mind and curious intuition, along with her tender and empathetic heart, Poppy was going to have an amazing time within the Scotland Highlands.  You did miss her around the house, helping you tend to the garden with the herbs, or learning how to fly on her training broom with Oliver watching her closely.  Even seeing her tucked in her favorite nook with her book in her lap, Poppy was part of this home.  

You remembered bringing her home from St. Mungos as a baby, making more space for her in those four walls.  Her energy was needed in that little house, her laughter was etched along the walls and her bright eyes almost illuminated like the sun rays to bring lightness in the night.  Poppy was the best blessing you and Oliver would ever need, especially after barely surviving the Second Wizard War at Hogwarts.  

“She’s a strong one, like her mum,” Oliver explained as he looked from the letter to you, making you blush as you placed the letter on the coffee table in front of you swiftly.

“And she’s quite brave, like her Da,” You added, Oliver rolling his eyes as you poked his side, “Don’t tell me you weren’t brave as a 1st year there.”

“I wasn’t brave! I was petrified goin’ over in those boats and seein’ the castle!” Oliver exclaimed, though you were giggling as he gestured with his hands, “I didn’t know what it was goin’ to be like,”

“None of us did as kids,” You reasoned with him, nudging him in the shoulder, “I remember seeing you looking like a lost puppy when Macgonagall called your name in the Great Hall.  A cute lost puppy actually,”

Oliver blushed as he kissed the top of your head as you kept talking, “Who would have thought I would be dating that lost puppy some time later, then marrying him years and years later.  I consider myself one lucky lady,”

That alone made Oliver peer down at you with the biggest smile on his face, “Did I tell ya I love ya today already?”

“At least twice,” You replied in a giggle, Oliver giving you a sweet kiss while you curled into him. Thinking of all the memories you two shared together, both as friends and then as a couple.  You love every moment with had with Oliver, both the good and the bad.  Your foundation in return was solid and strong, the cracks that would come along were fixed with talks and moments of comfort.  There would be no one else in your life that would fill your heart to the brim, only Oliver.  And now the child you created with him helped in filling your heart even more.  

“I love ya,” He hummed against your lips.

“I love you too, Oli,” You replied, giving him one more peck on the lips before moving out of his hold and grasping the letter quickly, “Now, we need to write back to her!”

“Now?” Oliver asked in amusement as you got up from the couch quickly.

“Of course now!  Time is wasting and we have plenty to tell her!” You explained, Oliver chuckled as he got up from the couch too to follow you back to your small office next to the bedroom.  It was the start of several letters that you would write to your daughter throughout her first year:  telling her about her father winning a  major game in October, gushing in excitement to see her for the Christmas Holiday Break.

Even breaking the news that she’ll be a big sister come next September.

The End.

April Prompt Session

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Helloooo!!

May I request Benedict Bridgerton with #8?

Thank you in advance :)

A/N - Thanks for requesting this, friend!

Nonchalance

Summary - Benedict hates making decisions, whereas his wife doesn't mind

Warning - just some fluff

“Ah, there you are darling!”

Benedict popped his head up at the sound of your voice, you closing the door behind you to give the pair of you privacy in his personal studio.  He had a sketch book in hand, sitting at his desk that was clustered with paperwork and some ball invitations, a common custom for a newlywed couple during the Season.  Though that was not on your mind, and clearly not on Benedict’s since he liked rather stressed and anything with his charcoal in hand and a knitted look to his brow. 

You eyed him in concern, “What’s the matter?”

“Nothing highly important, my dear,” He replied in a huff, though he smiled at you as you glided over to the desk and perched slightly on the top with your arms folded, “I’m simply too stressed to draw anything.”

“Is it the invitations?” You asked him, looking over at the pile briefly to see the plenty of enveloped labeled “Bridgerton” on the top.  There had to haven been at least 15 invitations there in all shapes and sizes.  You and Benedict were looking forward to some time before as Newlyweds, initially you both going to go a holiday together away from the city for at least a few weeks before finally settling into your new life together.  But of course, society and the new season around the corner seemed to think otherwise, already sending you plenty of letters and invitations to both friends and aquaintances of your families. Although you both loved going to these balls, mainly because you two met at a ball one season ago, it was much better to be together and have that alone time.

“You know, we can always say no to these,” You admitted to him, seeing him crack a slight smile, “I bet you anything that some of these balls are going to be happening at the same time anyways.  I think some of these families are going to understand us not attending,”

You loved your new husband to death, but sometimes he was a bit of a people pleaser when it came to society and his reputation.  His family was well known throughout the town, and the last thing Benedict and his family wanted to do was to have negativity against their name.  Even when you met him and knew of his name, you heard plenty of stories and fake gossip.  But those rumors and tall tales were swept away as you fell in love with Benedict and how he slipped into your heart.  

“You make it sound very easy, darling.  But we can’t just—“ You stopped him from talking anymore as you huffed and grabbed the large pile of invitations in your fingers.  You placed them in your lap, Benedict watching with wide eyes as you were now flicking through every single envelope while looking at the label to see the family who sent it.

“Yes….not them…..their parties are mediocre…..hate that family,” You were sorting them rapidly, putting the good invitations on the left and tossing the rejected ones to the right.  Benedict’s mind was spinning, his head moving back and forth as you were still going over each other and looking rather calm and cool about it.

“Their reputation is terrible…..the party last year was a disaster….they’re lovely….I love their mother….and done!” You said in a smile, placing the last envelope on the approval pile before look over at your husband again with a shrug, “That was easy!”

Benedict was still in shock, getting up from his chair and gesturing back at forth between the two piles, 

“How….how did you..”

“Darling,” You replied, sitting up to be toe to toe with Benedict as he was grinning down at you, “I happen to know all of these families thanks to my mother and father.  After going to plenty of these balls, I tend to pick up on the good ones and the bad ones,”

“Yet you choose so nonchalantly and with ease,” Benedict comment as you laughed.

“I’ve done it before, plenty of times when I came out in society.  In fact, the very ball where you and I met was a result in me doing this very practice,” You explained, Benedict tilting his head at you as you admitted that to him. It was true, you choosing the ball to attending as a guest so long ago and making your mother go ballistic.  She thought of it as brash, too bold, and because of your own stuborness you would not be seen or eligible for marriage. 

She almost lost it from the news of Benedict asking to court you.

“I’m glad you decided to go that night, as was I since I was smitten with you and that midnight blue dress you wore,” He explained, lacing your fingers together and leaning down to kiss the top of your head with gentlest and affection, “Since then, you’ve been so good to me,”

“As you to me,” You hummed in agreement, “I do believe that we compliment each other rather well compared to our friends,”

“I don’t tend to think of other couples and other marriages, I happy to like my own marriage,” he joked, though you could see the love in his eyes and hear it in his voice.  Benedict was over the moon when you two danced for the first time, even after when you two snuck away and talked about art and going to art school.  He was surprised with your interest in art, though you were no artist yourself but you wished to learn the history.  You in return would listen to him for hours in end talking about his own love for art and how he preferred painting over sketching. 

It was obvious that you two liked one another, and the rest of history.  

“Don’t think I don’t, because I do,” You agreed, kissing him lightly and giving him a slight tug with your joined hands, “Now, let’s get to bed.  No need to think of these invitations.”

Benedict followed you willingly, leaving the stack of envelopes behind as well as his sketch that he was drawing, that sketch happened to be your profile. 

The End.

April Prompt Session

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Hi! 💕

April prompt #1 with Azriel, please? That would be awesome. Either way, keep up your good work!

A/N - SO CUTE FOR AZRIEL! I loved writing this, and thanks for requesting this! I hope you like it!

Special

Summary - Azriel reassured you of how special you are to him

Warnings - Mostly fluff :)

“Here, rest your wings here,”

“I don’t need to—“

“I don’t wanna hear it.  They need a massage and you know it.  Come, lay on your belly here,”

Watching your mate grumble a bit was a bit comical, but he plopped down on the massive king-sized bed you two shared, the soft sheet under him instantly cooled him down and he sighed in relief as his wings were now plaint on both sides of him along the top of the comforter.  With the fire roaring in the fireplace in front of the bed and the window slightly open to let in the spring evening breeze, You knelt behind your mate to see his muscular and toned backside and his wings hanging off his sides with fatigue and stress laced in the membrane and bone structure.  

Grabbing some of the lotion from the nightstand that you would use for times like these, you rubbed some between your fingers and then sat along the back of his thick thighs, pushing your fingers along his lower back and hips since his past hung low to give you access and space to his tan skin.  Within a millisecond, Azriel moaned and hummed in approval, almost acting like a cat getting a head scratch.  He would act like a cat when he would be pampered by you, it’s been his way since you two met some years ago.  You both stumbled on each other really, fate or simply by chance.  Either way, you were grateful to have Azriel in your life, and you knew he felt the same way about you.

Being mates with Azriel was no easy task, not with his line of work and what he did for the High Lord and Lady of Night Court.  He would spy for them and seek out information, placing his neck on the line daily for the sake of his Court and for Velaris most of all.  But he was a good Spymaster, never breaking a sweat when it came to close calls or near-death experiences.  To him, it was just another day at the office, but it did take some time for you to get used to it. 

If you could, you would have him stay home and be safe where you knew danger would not come after him.  But that was more of a fever dream, you would have to wait for him to come home every time he was summoned to spy on another court or accompany his High Lord and Lady.  Azriel knew what that meant to you, he was used to being alone and not needing to have another being worry about him.  As his mate, Azriel had to make sure not only you were safe, but that he would come back to you in one piece simply to put you at ease.  

Your nights together were sacred.  He loved having time with you to decompress from his stressful day, just as you enjoyed being with Azriel after being at your store for hours on end.  You loved your job, running the store for centuries, and being able to finically take care of yourself.  But there was something about being with Azriel and spending time with him over dinner or with a glass of wine in hand. Azriel would tell you all about his mission, well, as much as he could tell you that wasn’t classified, and you were indulging him with all the gossip with your customers and patrons.  He thought of them as hilarious, and to hear him laugh made your heart soar since it was a beautiful and rare sound.  

You moved your palms along a particular spot, hearing him let out a gutted moan as you grinned and worked the knot out of his shoulder.  

“I don’t think you’ve been stretching when I told you to,” you lightly scolded him, hearing Azriel laugh as his eyes were still closed and his head against his pillow.

“I forgot today,” he reasoned with you as your fingers were now moving along his wings, being gentle along with the membrane and the thin flesh.  You feel Azriel hum in approval, a sigh of relief was on his lips as you were working along his wings and near his spine.  It was a sacred thing, to have someone touch an Illryian’s wings.  It was only meant for a significant other to do, Azriel was far too protective of his wings since it was part of himself.  Growing up the way he did, how he was treated and used in a sense, he swore not to have another touch his wings.

But you came along, and he would go to his knees for you because of how much you loved him.

“There, all better,” You hummed, about to get up from your spot along his backside when he moved so quickly, you almost flew off from the instant rush.  He was now on his back, sitting up with you in his lap and with his arms around you tightly, and a massive grin on his face.  Azriel even looked more relaxed and calm, the coolness of his hazel eyes and the tossed hair that shined from the fire.  

“Someone’s peppy now,” You teased, seeing him grin from ear to ear as his fingers were drumming along your lower back.  Even close enough to see the specs in his hazel eyes and the few freckles along his jawline and cheeks, you were still entranced with him with his rare beauty and unique look.  From the moment you two laid eyes with one another, you were a goner for him.  From how he cocked his head at you and how his smile beamed.  There would be no other like him, and you were okay with that.

You were beyond lucky he wanted you as much as you wanted him.

“How could I not be peppy with a mate like you?” He asked aloud, you both smiling at one another as he moved his hand up to trace away some of your hair from your eyes with his fingers, “I know I tell you all the time, but I’m damn lucky to have you in my life.  I get to come home to you and feel…”

You rose a brow at him, “Happy?”

He shook his head as he cupped your face with his palm “Safe.  You made me feel safe.  I haven’t felt safe in a long time, and now I do thanks to you,”  

You were starting to shake your head, you were never a huge fan of receiving words of affirmation since you were not used to it yourself, but Azriel leaned in and kissed you sweetly.  You hummed, the softness of his lips against yours and how you breathed in the pine aroma that was along his skin, it was a sense of peace for you.  For someone as strong or as dangerous as Azriel to kiss you so softly like you were a feather and hold you like you were made of glass, it both scared you and made you love him more.  

He pulled away, scanning your eyes and seeing him grinning and being so blissfully happy. 

“You are so special to me,” He reassured you, his voice so calm and yet so true as he kept you close in his arms, “I don’t think anyone else come as close as you do, and no one else will.”

You moved to trace his jawline with your fingers as you smiled and beamed, “I feel the same way about you too, Az.  I feel lucky to call you mine,”

“ ‘Lucky’ is not the word I would use,” Azriel hummed, leaning back into you again as he was breathing you in and kissing you soundly to distract you and make your head swim.  You felt like you were under a spell with him, which always happened with Azriel as he pulled away briefly to speak again, “I would use….honored….blessed….other words.  And I would rather use other ways to show you how I love you instead of my words,”

And with his stripping off your clothes and bringing in insane love and pleasure, you knew how special you felt.

The End.

April Prompt Session

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Number 17 with Jack Russell from Werewolf By Night, please ✨💕🐺

A/N - This is great for Jack! Thanks for requesting this!

Strong

Summary - You and Jack enjoy the morning sun

Warnings - Mostly Fluff

“Here, for you to warm up,”

“Oh, thank you,”

You hummed as you sat down next to him on the front porch steps, seeing Jack tuck the blanket around him a bit more as he was holding the steaming cup of coffee you gave him in his fingers.  He shivered slightly, you seeing the dark circles under his eyes and the coolness to his cheeks as you gestured to his coffee.

“I hope you like it strong, it’s the only blend I have left,” You explained, blowing off the heat from your own cup as Jack smiled, “It gets some through a long shift at the hospital, so you’ll be good as new before you know it.

“I appreciate it.  I do like coffee, even after a nasty night,” Jack explained, taking a small sip and then almost coughing it back up.  You had to laugh at his reaction, seeing his eyes go big from the explosive taste and his spine go straight.

“I told you,” you said with a grin, Jack laughed as you both were sitting side by side, watching the sun about to come up over the mountains that were a bit too far away.  With the view in front of you and the morning air still a bit chilly, you once again looked over at Jack and saw him look at the morning sun rays that were peeking over the mountaintops and giving the sky some shine.  To think that ours before he came knocking at your door, battered and bruised with blood on his clothes and the look of exhaustion on his face.

Being best friends with a werewolf was not what you expected in life. 

You and Jack have been friends for years, stumbling into a friendship together in college while you both were sleep-deprived and trying to pass your classes without having a nervous breakdown.  He was studying ancient history while you were in microbiology, finding a friendship together over stale coffee and hushed whispers in the library.  In the end, you both kept your friendship strong over the years as you worked on your nursing career and Jack became a Monster Hunter.  It was a huge shock when he broke the news to you over coffee at your small apartment, but then again it was a bigger shock when he confessed within the same sentence that he was a werewolf.  

You were thinking it was all a fairy tale or a poorly thought out nightmare, hearing your best friend was a mythical creature you heard about as a kid.  And to hear it from Jack, one of the kindest souls you’ve ever met and someone whom you admired and leaned on in troubled times.  He was genuine when he told you, so you knew he was telling the truth and not simply making up a lie.  Jack then was worried that since you knew his secret, to which you promised not to tell another soul since it would be too outrageous for other people to believe, your life would now be in danger because of his line of work.  Yet Jack swore to you that you wouldn’t be caught in his dangerous work life, that nothing or no one would hurt you.  

You believed him, which seemed crazy, but you believed him.

Now, almost a decade later, you were his safe haven when things went south.  You both had separate lives, Jack traveling the world and hunting monsters while you were navigating your work and personal life like any other 30-something-year-old.  You were dealing with ex-boyfriends and car payments while Jack had to handle vampires and zombies almost daily. You made enough money to get a small home right outside of town, nestled near the countryside and near the main highway that would lead to the mountains.  It was perfect for you, a small little one-bedroom, one-bathroom place that had the best view of the mountains early in the morning.  Jack would come and hide out at your house when he needed to, or when he was too exhausted or wounded to go back to his own apartment in the city.  He’s visited so frequently that you brought a pull-out couch and had an entire drawer for his extra clothes for him to change into after a shower. 

Every time he would stay over, you were thankful he was alive.  Seeing him on the pull-out couch, tucked into the blankets, and passed out with his head on the pillow, made you take in a sigh of relief.  You always thought he was in over his head with his profession, someone so sweet and kind-hearted so something beyond dangerous and deadly.  Even the close calls that he would have when he would come stumbling into your home covered in blood or losing consciousness, you would still bring him to safety.  He was your friend, a solid friend at that and you could never turn him away.  Dressing his wounds, pushing him into the shower to wash it all away, and watching him tumble onto the pull-out couch with sleep in his eyes, you were glad he chose you to be his safe person.  

“You know, I enjoy spending time with you,” Jack explained to you as you took another sip from your coffee cup, “It's been a while since we've been out together and I've missed it. But I do appreciate you helping me, Even when I’m covered In dirt and smell like shit, I’m glad I come to you,”

“I’m glad you do come to me, I know then that you’re alive and in one piece,” You joked with him as Jack shoved your shoulder his own, “But honestly, you’re getting older and should not be crazy in your monster hunting anymore.”

“Hey!  I’m not that old!  You’re older than me!” Jack retorted as your rolled your eyes.

“I am, but you have way more gray hair than me,” You teased as you ruffled his salt-and-pepper hair. You both laughed as more sun rays were coming over the top of the mountain peaks.  As your laughter died down, you tucked your head on his shoulder as the sun's rays touched both of your faces to give you warmth.  A new day something through, almost like a new chapter page was turned in a book.  You patted his shoulder lightly.

“In all seriousness, be careful old man.  You’re the only family I’ve got now,” You stated, your voice calm and soothing as Jack pressed his head against yours.

“As you’re my only family too, and I’ll be careful just for you,” He replied humbly, you both sipping your coffees as the day officially began.

The End.

April Prompt Session

[redheadspark]

19 with Oliver Wood please👉👈

A/N - This is CUTE for Oliver! Thanks for requesting this, anon!

Know So

Summary - Sometimes Oliver needs some words of encouragement when it comes to being the Quidditch Captain

Warnings - Just some fluff :)

As soon as you plopped down next to Oliver, you knew he was thinking too deep in his head.

The Three Broomsticks was not as crowded that night since it was during the week and most of the students were out shopping at either Zonkos or Honeydukes.  It was one of the very rare nights that Hogwarts students were allowed to come to Hogsmeade for a few hours before curfew, and the ones who were allowed to come had excellent marks in their classes.  Mostly it was 6th and 7th years, those who worked hard and had their noses in their books then causing trouble. It was also meant for Prefects and Quidditch Captains, which was why both you and Oliver were there with the older students. 

Being a co-captain with Oliver Wood was no easy task, but he was the one who handpicked you.  You both were in the same year and started Quidditch on the Gryffindor team at the same time as 2nd year.  You saw his competitiveness and thirst to win, not to mention his natural talent on the broom and as the keeper.  You were just as good, but Oliver was always a pinch better, which was why he was chosen to be the Captain when Oliver was a 5th year.  There was no need to be jealous of that achievement since you knew Oliver earned it with the hours at practice and the plenty of scrapes and broken bones.  But was surprised you was that he wanted you to be his co-captain the next year when you two were 6th years.  There has never been a co-captain in Hogwarts quidditch history, and he had to get special permission from both Professor Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall.  Both of them agreed, which to the dismay of Slytherin house.

In the end, you were grateful that Oliver chose you to work alongside him, you thinking that he needed more strategy.  But he confessed how you were more leveled headed when it came to making plays and handling stress, and he wanted someone to counter him when he got stressed.  You were a great player nonetheless, a great Chaser and reserve Beater when one of the twins was out.  Oliver loved watching you play and talking to you about things to improve on, so this past recent practice you could tell he had something on his mind.  He was not entirely focused, not like how he would usually be.  So when the rest of the team left for the showers, you pulled him aside and suggested the pair of you unwind at the Three Broomsticks.

He accepted, showing off the handsome smile on his face as you clasped him on the shoulder. 

“Here,” You said, handed him his Buttebeer while you sat next to him with yours in your hand, “Wanna tell me what’s going on?  You look like you’re in deep thought,”

He gave you a questioning look, “What makes ya think I’m in deep thought?” He countered back as you raised a brow at him.

“I’ve known you since our first year, Oliver.  You can tell me,” You reasoned, seeing him paused as he held his Butterbeer glass in hand, “You always seemed to overthink about a lot of things, especially when it comes to Quidditch.  Wanna tell me why you’re overthinking?”

Oliver sighed, tapping the glass with his fingers as you took a long sip from your own glass and waited for his answer.  Seeing how he still seemed a bit stiff and uneasy, almost sitting a bit too stiff like a breeze would  knock him over.

“Sometimes I feel like I’m not doin’ a good enough job as the captain,” He said in a grumble, you looking at him in shock as he was watching the bubble in his drink rise up a bit, “I mean, I know I push the team a lot and I make the practices go longer, but maybe I go too far when it comes to—“

“Oliver, you are not a bad captain,” You interrupted him as he looked over at you and you smiled at hime, “I know for a fact you’re a great captain!  The other do too, and although they grumble a bit at times, they still think you’re great,”

That perked Oliver up a bit from hearing that from you, though he eyed you with a hint of suspicion, “You think so? I really value yer opinion and I wanna know from ya,”

“Since when do I lie to you?” You asked with a playful shove of your shoulder against his, seeing his smile not leave his face as you went on, “Let’s be honest: the others may give you slack from time to time, but I know they would follow your calls in every game.  They know you’re a great leader and captain because you care about them.  Remember that one time you told the twins to back off from decking the Slytherin Beaters when they were targeting me that one game?”

You remember that game very well, how nasty it was, and how brutal the Southern team was being against the Gryffindor team.  The two beaters on the Slytherin team made it a plan to target you and try to take you out since you were raking up the points.  One bludger was close enough to make you fall off your broom, barely missing your head as the twins were about to retaliate.  You were fine, spooked but fine nonetheless as Olive barked orders at them to back down.  Luckily, Harry snagged the snitch just in time to win the game and to give the Slytherin team scowl looks of defeat.  

“They were gifts for doin’ that to you,” Oliver grumbled, you knowing he was talking about the Slytherin beaters.

“But still, you made sure the twins weren’t going to make fools of themselves.  And I recall that one time you helped me out when I wasn’t feeling confident enough, back when you asked me to be your co-captain,” You explained, seeing Oliver scan your eyes for a moment bringing up that other memory.  You were hesitant in taking on the role, though Oliver seemed so confident about the choice he made.  You two were sitting in the stands side by side, the sun going down over the Scotland mountains as you were questioning if he made the right choice in choosing you.

“You’re gonna be great helpin’ the team, and helpin’ me,” Oliver explained to you as you were fiddling with your practice robes, “You’re great at the game and I can’t think of any other person in working alongside me,”

You eyed him with suspicion, seeing his glorious smile as the setting sun was setting on his face, and made his chocolate eyes twinkle a bit more.  You saw it in how he was watching you, how close he was to you in fact that he was telling the truth.

“You think so?” You asked tentatively.  Oliver nodded, his smile never leaving his face.

“I know so,” he replied.

“You’re an amazing captain because you’re an amazing person,” You reassured him, seeing his smile once again as you two were sitting in the booth.  It was evident that his mood was lifted, he was no longer in his funk and he held up his glass to you.

“Thanks,” He replied, you raising your glass to touch his.

“Anytime,” You hummed, the pair of you taking a long drink from your glasses.  You had no idea that Oliver was insanely moved by what you said, making his intense crush on you deepen by the second.

The End

April Prompt Session