#ficwip drabble challenge

[museaway]

prompt: a well-meaning lie

Dean/Cas, 100 words

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would you still love me if—

Castiel turned his eyes from the made-for-TV romcom and focused his squint on Dean.

“What does she mean?”

“Oh, that’s a test. Does he love her enough to stay with her no matter what?”

“So she isn’t a shapeshifter.”

“No, she was speaking figuratively.”

“Ah.” Castiel went back to watching the movie. After a minute, his head canted slightly toward his shoulder. “I have another form.”

“I remember. Wings, cosmic powers, real loud voice.”

Those blue eyes met his again and narrowed in unspoken question. Inwardly, Dean sighed.

“Yes, Cas. Even if you were a worm.”

[ivillpunchyouinthethroat]

A Feast for Death

Fandom: Call of Duty

Ships: Ghost/Soap

Drabble Prompt: "You're late"

“You’re late,” Death says as he walks through the writhing shadows at the end of the alley.

“Not even a greeting, Ghost?” Soap teases. “Here I thought I was your favorite reaper.”

Ghost stares impassively through the pitch-black eyeholes of his skull mask.

“You have my harvest?”

Soap walks towards Ghost and doesn’t miss the way the shadows at his feet immediately reach for him.

“Always,” Soap says and then presses his lips to Ghost’s.

Shadows cling tightly to Soap and his toes curl with the heady rush that is Death absorbing all the souls he’d lovingly reaped for him.

@ficwip drabble challenge!

[ladyodaskonpeito]

A Chef's Kitchen

Fandom: Free!

Pairings: Matsuoka Rin x Nanase Haruka

Rating: M

Wordcount: 100

Prompt: Cooking Together

“Do you cook?” Conversation was something Haruka could do without in his post-coital bliss. He hummed, not seeing the need to divulge further information. Upon looking up to see Rin’s expectant gaze, though, he followed it up with a shrug. “Just a couple or two dishes I like.” “Such as?” Rin fidgeted with his belt buckle as he put it back on. “I could make us some breakfast now.” The only breakfast Haruka craved was the taste of Rin on his tongue again. “Let’s cook together,” he offered, following Rin into his kitchen. They could go for round two there.

[distracteddream]

Did a little something for @ficwip’s August drabble prompt.

Fandom: Loki (Marvel)

Ship: Lokius (Loki/Mobius)

Warnings: angst

Prompt: a well-meaning lie

He’ll be alright. They’ll be alright.

Those are the lies - hollow cold little things - Mobius tells himself to get through another day under the glow of a now tree-shaped loom. 

🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳

He’ll be alright. They will all be alright.

Those are the lies - the irony of lies to him now - Loki tells himself on his desolate throne in a prison of his own making as he watches time slip through his hands. 

🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳

They’ll be alright. They have no choice but to be alright.

Time will pass. They won’t notice. That’s the lie they’ll tell themselves.

Some day maybe they’ll believe it.

[benka79]

Written for the @ficwip drabbles prompt.

Fandom: SpyxFamily

Ship: twiyor

Title: I don't care

Prompt: Fool me once

"Fool me once–" Twilight's voice cracks as he sees Yor in front of him, face and arms with blood that it's not hers. 

Why does she have to be– my enemy?

"I'm sorry–" she mutters and the dagger falls down from her hands. There's tears in her beautiful eyes and Twilight only wants to hug her.

"I don't care." He approaches her and cups her bloody cheeks. Their eyes meet. "I really don't care."

Twilight kisses her and she wraps her arms around him. 

If Yor is fooling him a second time, he doesn't care at all. Because Twilight loves her deeply.

[bakerstreetbasilisk]

LOVE TO HATE YOU [DRABBLE]

Prompt: Love to hate you

Fandom: Sherlock (TV)

Ship: Mycroft Holmes/Greg Lestrade

Warning: Use of strong language

Mycroft’s iron will and years of practiced discretion that was part of his job had gone out the window the moment he set eyes on the promising young Detective Seargent Greg Lestrade. The man was Mycroft’s type; checked all the boxes, added some more to the list and checked them too. There had been one moment of weakness, a second of panicked silence on Mycroft’s part on their first meeting which Greg had picked up on immediately.

To this day, Greg remains a smug bastard about it. Mycroft hates him for it.

Hopefully, a ring will shut him up nicely.

[starweiser5993]

Fandom: Naruto

Ship: Hatake Kakashi/Nohara Rin

Prompt: letting something go

For @ficwip Drabble Challenge

Lying in the hospital bed, Rin realizes for the first time that her love for Kakashi is a curse, not a blessing.

He's outside the room, terrified of almost losing yet another teammate he couldn't protect; and worse, that he supposedly attacked this time.

Again, it wasn't his fault. It was Rin’s.

She owes him an apology, and then a departure. Being alone is better than being with a monster like her — not because of the tailed beast sealed in her, but because of her selfish decisions. Kakashi will be free of this, of her.

Love is also letting go.

PT-BR version

[hemlockdumpling]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Baldur's Gate (Video Games) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Gale/Halsin (Baldur's Gate) Characters: Gale (Baldur's Gate), Halsin (Baldur's Gate), Astarion (Baldur's Gate) Additional Tags: ficwip Discord's Drabble Challenge, Quiet, Coitus Interruptus, Neck Kissing, Camp, Horny Halsin (Baldur’s Gate), Established Gale/Halsin (Baldur’s Gate), Drabble, Prompt Fic, Embarrassment, Caught, Don’t repost to another site Summary:

After another hard day of adventuring, Halsin and Gale want some alone time.

Easier said than done when sharing a camp with an adventurer who never sleeps...

Written for @ficwip drabble challenge prompt “It’s just us, everyone else is asleep.”

[perfectpurls]

“it’s just us, everyone else is asleep”

“What about that one?” Nancy whispers, pointing up at the stars.

“Orion’s belt,” Ace replies, sighing as he lets her stay awake a little longer. She curls into his side as he retells the myth, tracing the lines of the constellation on her back.

She knows she needs to rest before they take on the demon in the morning. She needs to learn how to fall asleep even when the fear of nightmares overcome her, when images of his body – bloody and broken – fill her subconscious.

But in that moment, all she needs is Ace, warm and alive beside her.

[museaway]

prompt: in another life

MDZS modern AU, xiyao. References a canonical death.

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The sword plunges through his chest and he wakes gasping.

“What's wrong?” Xichen mumbles from the adjacent pillow.

Although Xichen's skin is hot where he touches it, Meng Yao shivers.

“Nightmare.”

“No more horror before bed.”

Xichen's arms engulf him. Against Meng Yao’s ear, his heart beats. Beats.

“I asked you to die with me," he whispers.

“It's only a dream, baby.”

But Meng Yao inhales the earthy damp of an ancient temple, and within another Xichen's eyes, fixed on him at the far end of the sword, sees regret. An unspoken yes.

Unseen, Meng Yao smiles into the dark.

[celestialscurse]

love and hate (are two sides of the same coin)

Rating: General Audiences Pairing: Tenshouin Eichi/Itsuki Shu Additional Tags: Drabble, Hate Love, Ambiguous Relationship Prompt: love to hate you Read on AO3

“Ah, I’ve missed you so much…” [Eichi] laments, his hand raising to caress Shu’s cheek.

~ ☆ ~ ☆ ~ ☆ ~

“Itsuki-kun, welcome back.”

Oh it’s that infuriatingly smooth voice.

“Ah, I’ve missed you so much…” The blonde laments, his hand raising to caress Shu’s cheek, “Don’t scowl at me like that. The time difference between Japan and France combined with our work as idols makes it hard for us to keep in touch. Surely I don’t have to tell you that.”

Shu blushes at Eichi’s touch against his face, familiar and yet foreign at the same time. “Refrain from greeting me so casually, Tenshouin. We aren’t that close.”

And predictably, Eichi’s eyes light up with glee upon hearing Shu’s response.

[written-in-sunshine]

Title: Valenti-No-No-Notorious

Author: Keith

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Setting: Unspecified

Pairing: None

Characters: Valentino

Genre: Crime/General

Rating: T

Chapters: 1/1

Word Count: 100

Type Of Work: Drabble, Part of the FicWip Drabble Fills

Status: Complete

Warnings: Gun Mention, Death Mention

Disclaimer: I don’t own anything.

Summary: If he couldn't have it, he'd take it. If he couldn't take it, he'd break it.

[distracteddream]

Another little Lokius something for @ficwip’s second August prompt. This might become part of something longer.

Prompt: When You Left

Fandom: Loki series

Pairing: Lokius (implied)

Warnings: None

Mobius didn’t let his emotions get twisted up with his responsibilities as an agent. He kept a steady head and fought the good fight, for all time. But now? When his feelings and his duties were so neatly aligned?

He was still reeling from the revelation of C-20’s death, but it only gave him greater focus. Find the Variant. Find Loki. Bring them both to the TVA’s justice.

That he might get some personal retribution and tell Loki he was a jerk for running off - for breaking Mobius’ tentative trust - was a benefit. He just had to find Loki first.

[benka79]

Written for the ficwip drabbles challenge:

Prompt: Falling leaves

Fandom: Tiger & Bunny

Ship: TaiBani

Warnings: N/A

Title: Kissing and leaves.

Barnaby loved the colors of autumn. Walking through the park with Kotetsu made it even better. They stopped on a bench, and Barnaby saw a leaf on Kotetsu's head. The old man kept talking, completely oblivious.

Barnaby slowly reached out to take it off. Kotetsu froze for a moment, and then he leaned in and gave Barnaby a quick peck on the lips. The old man pulled back flustered with his cheeks flushed."I'm sorry!" he said. "I thought you wanted to kiss me."

"Yes," Barnaby replied, shaking his head and chuckling. "Come here, old man," he said before kissing him again.

[ceethewriter]

Fandom: Law & Order SVU

Pairing: Barisi

Characters: Rafael Barba/Sonny Carisi

Prompt: The Taste of Salt

They took the corner fast, stumbling, and hid in the shadows of the alley, backs flat against the brick wall.

“What now?” Rafael said through heaving breaths. Dress shoes and a thick winter coat wasn't his choice of running gear.

“Shh,” Sonny hissed.

Sweat trickled down Rafael’s face and over his lips. He licked it away and the taste of salt lingered on his tongue.

Then it was over, the heavy boots of the chasers running past where they were hidden.

Unpeeling himself from the wall, Sonny took Rafael’s hand and pulled him along.

“C’mon, Babe, before they come back.”

[littleladymab]

i recently joined the @ficwip discord and they have twice-monthly 100 word drabble events so here is one i wrote today while waiting for my smog check appointment,

7yg krisnix for ✨fuuuuuun✨

Prompt: Love to Hate You

Kristoph’s fingers in his hair feel like knives, but he tilts his head willingly — exposing his throat for the brush of lips and the bite of teeth. An involuntary sound leaves his mouth at a sting of pain and he says, “You’ll leave a mark.” “Don’t want someone to get the wrong idea?” Kristoph teases because they both know there’s no one. So instead Phoenix takes a fistful of pale gold and imagines yanking it out as he kisses the smug look off of Kristoph’s face. All tongue and teeth and no warmth. They don’t have the heart for that.