#prompt 38

[promptsbytaurie]

prompt #38

"With all due respect, I don't give a shit."

[pillow-anime-talk]

Hi! If it's not too much trouble, may I ask for prompt 38 with William Moriarty in Viking!AU? For some reason, I can easily imagine this very British gentleman taking on a role of viking tribe leader (who knows why ^^")... Thank you for accepting my previous request with William - I absolutely loved it! 💖💖💖

# tags: scenario; strangers/lovers; kinda romance; mostly angst; drama too; viking!au; slave!reader; inspired by vinland saga; mention of sexual harassment and death; bruises and blood; suggestive

includes: gender neutral reader ft. william james moriarty {mtp}

author’s note: thank you for another request, my precious anonnie! hope you will like it too :)

38. “You love flowers, right?” “Yes… I love flowers very much.”

Viking expeditions and their popularity among Scandinavian countries had their greatest apogee between the ninth and eleventh centuries of our era. At that time, specific royal families began to gain fame, as well as some names of the most murderous ascomanni around the globe. The Vikings and their trusted companions were warriors known for their strength, cunning, and animal instincts. Of course, the highest-ranking men were also characterized by above-average intelligence and knowledge, but definitely their prevailing features were bestiality, the desire to have large property and as many women as possible.

The leader of the most famous Viking clan in the extreme east of England – William – however, felt no urge to plunder or kidnap women for his own pleasures. He preferred talking to the city’s merchants, scientists and also bartenders, who by far had the longest tongues (and real alcohol). His name was respected even among great rulers, and business with him, though expensive, was by far the most valued and worth every coin.

Traveling by ship around European, Scandinavian and American countries was a kind of adventure for William, but above all also hard work – learning languages, cultures or even traditions of different peoples. From every place conquered or visited by him, the young leader learned as many lessons as he could; he learned the techniques of poisoning enemies, riding bisons weighing several tons or the technique of gluing shoes by himself. He learned about the religion of many minorities, but also boasted considerable interest from women and girls slightly younger than him. As a Viking, he saw many beautiful landscapes, tasted many delicious dishes and specialties, listened to folk music and gained indescribable amounts of gold, gems and jewelry.

However, there was the other side of the coin; he not only saw beautiful things, but also witnessed the death of people close to him, the cries of women and small children begging for mercy, he saw ships and cities burning, he himself administered justice to enemies and gave orders that a normal person would never even think of. He was at once an angel with a wonderful smile, but also a devil craving power and respect. He was disgusted with nobility and at the same time had as much money as the king.

Yet he has never personally raised a hand against a child, nor has he ever harmed a woman; he often spoke to them, showed them a way of escape, promised help when other clans raided defenseless villages. He also thanked for meals and killed those who forced women to perform sexual acts. Although he was a criminal in the eyes of men, women were always grateful to him and willingly helped him heal fresh wounds.

No wonder then that during the next expedition in a row, when he ended up in one of the minor cities and on the day of the slave trade, he almost killed one of the sellers who lined up five young girls – each of them had a dozen or so bruises, gray skin, tired eyes and dried tears on cheeks. The youngest of you was fourteen, the oldest almost thirty... And there was you: stood among them, wanting to die and never be born again. Even though your face was sleepless and your hands dirty from working in mud, there was still a little hope in your eyes. Barely perceptible and almost imperceptible.

You looked calm, and at the same time in your heart there was a huge fear that you were about to find yourself in even worse situation and next to an even worse man than your current owner.

Fortunately, that day the sky was a bit brighter than usual and had the color of myosotis.

“You love flowers, right?” William looked at you and your torn dress with the red poppy embroidered on the right breast pocket, then extended his hand towards you, which held a pale blue flower. A slight, if uncertain and tired smile appeared on your dry lips.

“Yes… I love flowers very much.” You said almost in a whisper, and the man nodded towards his subordinates.

Somewhere between the words that the blond Viking is taking all five girls and the warmth of the sheepskin coat draped over your shoulders, you heard your savior’s name and the announcement that you’d soon be exploring the coastal areas of France.

You were saved.

[lire-casander]

#38 craving their company after a stressful day

craving their company after a stressful day original prompt list here

this chapter was written before the airing of 911ls s04 big finale!

Planning a wedding has proven to be more stressful than TK would have imagined. There are moments when he wishes he’d taken his father’s advice; as opposed to hiring a wedding planner as he’s been, he’s starting to see the need to have that kind of support.

Instead, they’d just allowed the venue's wedding planner — who kind of came with the pack when they rented the place for their big day — to work on some aspects of the ceremony, and they’d decided they’d take care of everything else.

And now here he is, hanging up his third call in a row to solve a problem that he’s sure any skilled wedding planner might have righted in five minutes. But a skilled wedding planner wouldn’t be dealing with a delay in the flowers' order at the same time as they'd be saving lives. For the third time, TK switches off the screen of his phone and sighs as the bell goes off. He pockets the device and runs to the bay.

He knows it’s his own fault for accepting all those extra shifts, but he doesn’t regret it. He’d asked Pearce for a switch when Carlos got injured, and now he’s simply keeping his side of the deal. But it surely is exhausting, when everything keeps falling apart around him and he can’t even reach his fiancé to decompress because Carlos is deep in a forty-eight-hour shift, the last one before their wedding in three days.

TK knows, deep inside, that what bothers him is not the delay in the flowers’ order or the fact that he’ll go to his own wedding on barely five hours of sleep. The flowers are only an accessory; the wedding can go on without them, albeit a bit less beautiful. And he can sleep on the plane to their honeymoon; it wouldn’t be the first time he’s gone on with such little sleep. It really isn’t that.

It’s the knowledge that he’ll only get to hug Carlos once before their wedding because of the clash of their schedules. It’s the feeling that he craves Carlos’ touch more than anything when life throws him a curve ball, even if it isn’t a life-or-death situation. And that is what scares him.

His whole life he’s been trapped by craving. He’s always sought the high that comes along with it, before or after or both. He’s always been marked by addiction; and at first, it scared him shitless, to think he could fall in love and end up hooked on somebody. His worst fears became true as he felt himself falling deeper and deeper for Carlos, but it didn’t feel like any other high he’d ever experienced — and he’s no longer afraid of admitting how many of those he’s had, because his past has brought him to his present, and his present is leading him to a future full of Carlos.

Loving Carlos has proved to be challenging and amazing, powerful and puzzling, fulfilling and perfect in all its imperfect glory. Craving Carlos’ touch doesn’t feel like an addiction; it feels like longing for home after a hard day at work.

So maybe TK’s craving Carlos’ company and his strong hands soothing the tense spots in his back. Sue him.

But he sure as hell is going to cling to Carlos like a baby koala to his mother the moment he sees his fiancé, tell him about the flower disaster, even if it is for a nanosecond. But it’ll be their nanosecond, forever and ever.

[fallow-horn]

Chrisker Week Day 4 - Possessive

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I had a whole bunch to say about this but I think it's just better if I sum it up as me loving some good toxic yaoi. And yes I WILL be flip flopping between making silly sweet art and angst art. These men are just built like that me thinks.

@chrisker-week

[gunebuggiesprompts]

Word of the Day dpxdc Prompt #38

September 19: Pontificate

Klarion loved to talk about himself in a high regard, especially when he was beating down those he thought lesser of (the Young Justice team).

That was until Phantom came along and beat his ass.

Wait, why was Klarion singing Phantom's praises now? Shouldn't he have a grudge against the person who embarrassed him in front of the others?

(They don't understand anything about ghost culture, or Infinite Realm culture in general for that matter.)

[oldfangirl81]

Fic idea future au

Christopher regrets letting Buck, Tommy and his Dad help move him into the college dorms.

He gets psychic damage every time a classmate calls any of them DILFs.

Denny and Harry just laugh at his pain. They heard it about their moms when they started college too.

[jon-withnoh]

“Your coffee, madam.”

Rebecca yawned. She watched her housekeeper move through room, her face pale and tired in the darkness. Danny set down the coffee tray with a clink of china, then drew back the heavy curtains. Rebecca sat up.

“Sit with me a moment,” she said fondly. “You’ve been up with the sun.”

Danny gave her a look, but sat on the edge of the mattress and poured a cup of coffee. She held it out, but Rebecca shook her head. She put her arm around Danny, guiding Danny’s head to rest on her shoulder. “Not yet, my love.”

— Prompt 6: coffee in bed

[cherrywoodblossom]

Random writing prompts List (☹︎☺︎♥︎)

“Everyone left me… even you. Was I not worth of your love or anybody’s…?”

“Don’t—please… dear Lord—“ “Shut up! Just allow me to express my feelings like a NORMAL BEING!!”

“I can still their voice…”

“If only I was able to feel the same thing.”

“Why do I even love you?”

“You have little worth to me like the little thing you are.”

“I—I…I… hate you… Please come back…”

“Love me. them more. *No more flower petals to pick*, “I’ll love you forever.”

“I thought you were different.”

“Nothing more than a worthless piece of trash.” *Staring at [name]’s corpse,* “I’m sorry… Don’t forgive me. I shouldn’t have taken a better care of you…”

“Hey…[name]… let’s talk/take a break—“ “Shut up! You don’t know how much this meant to you! You ruined it like everything you do! Leave you and never come back! At least, you won’t mess on that. Would you?”

“That was my life project—a-a-and you destroyed it…”

“I’m ‘fine’? That’s a stupid question.”

“Why must you fall in love with me?”

“I’m sorry.” “Are you?” “Wha—“ “ARE YOU TRULY SORRY AFTER EVERYTHING?!?” “I—[name]—“ “DON’T [NAME] ME, MOTHERFUCKER! ANSWER…me…! Are you…?”

“*Gasp*! You did this all for me? Thank you! Thank you!”

“I… uh… I saw this and it reminded me of you.”

“No more talking. Let’s listen to the sound of my love.”

“Why you stop talking? I like it when you ramble off. It’s adorable really.”

“Good night, my [lovey-dovey nickname],” *kiss forehead*.

“It’s taste horrible, but I love it because you did your best.”

“You’re not a idiot! You’re MY idiot! And I love my idiot so much!”

*[Name] doing something very stupid* “I love them so fucking much. They’re the key of my heart.”

“Nope! No sadness when uncle/auntie [name] is here!”

“I couldn’t sleep, so I baked you some bread.” “Marry me.”

“Sometimes, question myself why I love.” “You love me because of my cuteness?” “Not that. It’s just I love you.”

“Don’t question how much I love you! Because there’s no scientific way to show my undying love for you!”

“*Sighs*, stop overworking yourself. You’re not alone in this matter.”

“My gosh, that was the most stupidest thing I’ve seen/heard. Marry me.”

“My dearest friend, I love you. I really do. But as your friend and business partner, I cannot allow you with this—Fine… as your friend, I allow this.”

“Why? I did this for us!”

“My love, stop screaming. It’s not good for your precious, pretty voice.”

“Love?!? This is your love?!? You’re fucking insane to think this is love!”

“I’m sorry. But I have to give you a punishment.” “Not again! I’m sorry! I promise I’ll never do that again! Please give me another chance! Please!”

“You’re safe here.”

“You’re far too precious to go outside!”

“They were in the way. So that why I had to.”

“That’s it. No more chances. Get your little fucking ass back here. And say goodbye to your legs in the meantime.”

“I’m sorry. Please forgive me.”

“My little, sweet doll, the word is dangerous and mean for you. That's why I had to save you before it corrupted you.”

“What? ‘Go home’? Silly, this is home.”

“Sorry about the bodies.”

“You’re mine. No one else’s.”

“You’re like a drug to me. And I’m addicted for your love.”

“Remember? Till death do us part? Your vows? You’re mine until death. And even in death, you’re mine. Mine.”

[hidey-writes]

six sentence sunday

encouraged by @strangegeology mwaaaah!! thrilled that you are starting this off <33333

When it's done, Shen Wei kneels there for a moment, unmoving. It’s over. Maybe this will not be the end, but almost certainly it will be. Kunlun’s eyes start to flutter open and Shen Wei yanks himself into motion, eyes averted behind his mask. He clambers out of the bed and bows his departure in silence, his voice too thick in his throat to speak. The sound of the door sliding shut ricochets through him like a physical thing.

phewww im finally! done outlining the second draft of this fic oh my god its been five days but it feels like two WEEKS! i have no idea where to end this fic, despite now knowing more about what will happen in the middle. i feel so unable to draft i am having to trick myself into it so so much, but at least that is working somewhat!

tagging uhhhh @mister-eames @forerussake @bananacanwrites @frogiwi @crehador if you want?? literally no pressure, only if you'd like!

[true-blue-sonic]

Good Morning/Afternoon/Evening!!

Espilver + 39 for the Ask Game

39. …because time’s run out.

Eggman Nega's wicked grin tells Silver they're out of time a second before the man opens his mouth.

"I've already acquired more than enough Chao to feed to the Ifrit," Nega sneers, giving his moustache a smug twirl. It's how Silver's stomach feels, twisting itself right into knots at those words. It can't be; he and Espio got so many, from all over the island! They had to be ahead in the race here!

"You're lying," he growls back, teeth bared... and yet his adversary's smirk deepens.

"Am I, dear Silver? I've been on this island for just as long as you have. My robots have collected Chao by the hundreds, and I've got them all sealed away in a hidden room inside that mansion. When the Ifrit is unleashed, it will be invincible in seconds!"

Opening his mouth to spit out a retort Silver tenses a fist, erratic psychokinesis flaring to life around him-

But a gentle hand on his shoulder gives him pause.

"As if that will ever happen," Espio coldly speaks up, golden eyes burning away into Eggman Nega. "Do you truly think you'll even have the time to feed the Chao to the Ifrit before Silver and I defeat it? Someone like you could never manage such a feat, if you can unleash the Ifrit in the first place."

A more irked snarl gets sent their way at that. "Bah," Eggman Nega huffs at them. "You will remember those words when the world has been burned to ashes around you, boy. Hee hee hee… See you around!"

"No!" Silver gasps; but he's long learned to not rush right up to the Egg Mobile Nega rides lest he get blown right out of the sky, and there's nothing around he can throw at the madman. Manic cackles fill the gloomy forest, Espio snarling and tensing as Silver whirls around to stare at him. "We've come so far, but-!"

But it hasn't been enough.

And they hadn't been fast enough.

And of course Silver hasn't been capable enough, clever enough, quick enough, brave enough-!

Eggman Nega wheezes with laughter as if he knows the maelstrom of thoughts coursing through Silver from quills to toes, and then his Egg Mobile blasts off and leaves him and Espio standing.

"Rats," the chameleon hisses, tail lashing as he takes to a frantic pacing. "Ah- A secret room in this mansion. I do not think he was lying about that. If we split up, we have the best chance of finding it. Plus, if the Ifrit is released, one of us can stall it until the other returns to help defeat it..."

Silver doesn't listen. He can't; Eggman Nega is right. His attempts have been futile, and the world is doomed because of it, and Espio's belief that they can just find a room that Nega has hidden away is based on nothing-!

"Silver," Espio's voice breaks through his thoughts, gently. Jumping up from his thinking Silver stares as the other leans closer, a hand grasping at his and pulling it close. It makes electricity spark on the cyan marks there. "Do not listen to him, Silver. He is not worth it."

"He was right," the hedgehog whispers back, though his hand trembles at how Espio shakes his head.

"That man is a fraud and a liar. Do you truly think he was able to hide the Chao away just like that? I'm a detective, I can find them. And you are the bravest, boldest person I have met. If anyone can retrieve them in time and defeat the Ifrit should the need arise, it is the both of us."

A lump has long formed in Silver's throat, that he can't swallow away at all. "Do you really think...?"

"I don't think so, I know so," the response comes, as does Espio's other hand rising up. It strokes Silver's cheek, ever so gently, the hedgehog shuffling closer as if the touches are the only thing keeping him afloat; which they honestly are, in this moment. His head sinks into the crook of Espio's neck as if it's made to fit there just perfectly, and his shaky breath isn't as feeble as it could be with how he's held up. "Silver, we cannot give up. Let's go and find that secret room," the chameleon adds, his hand tightening around Silver's only more.

"Yeah... Yes. We must," Silver nods back, drawing a deep breath to ground himself and steady his resolve once more. For the future and the past alike, he cannot give up just yet.

But he can stand there for just a few seconds longer until Espio has pressed the lightest of kisses against his brow, the hedgehog mumbling something he cannot make out himself either into his shoulder. "We'll make it. I promise, we're not out of time just yet," the chameleon tells him, his hands giving Silver's a final squeeze before pulling away in full.

"Okay," the hedgehog nods, squaring his shoulders and tensing his quills; and then he's spun around on his heels and blasts off into the direction of the mansion, Espio's footsteps retreating behind him as the chameleon rushes to another entrance.

But the horror inside Silver has decreased at least somewhat with each residual tingle on his brow, a reminder of tender lips pressing against it and giving him the confidence he needs to make things right once and for all.

And if Espio says they'll make it, Silver can only believe him.

[f1prompts]

Gax as teammates

Max signs with Mercedes during the 2024 season. It's not announced yet but George knows of course.

Max goes to George after that.

"Ok. We need to get rid of the tension between us if we want this to work. Your room or mine?"

DNW : heavy dom/sub, violence, bathroom kink Want : Service top Max, bonus point for some feelings involved

If you’d like to fill this prompt, click here for our Fills FAQ 💖

[pteropods]

Meow !

[choicesflashfics]

Week 38 Prompts:

“I love your [insert feature/trait]. I think it’s one of the best things about you.”

“Pretending to be happy is pretty damn exhausting.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Bittersweet - @liaromancewriter (Open Heart; Ethan Ramsey x F!MC)

With Pride - @jerzwriter (Open Heart; Tobias Carrick x F!MC)

Black Silk - Chapter 8: Ride to Lythikos - @aussiegurl1234 (The Royal Romance; Drake x F!OC / Liam x F!OC)

Smoke and Mirrors - The Mirror Doesn’t Lie (Ch. 8) - @tessa-liam (The Royal Romance; Liam x F!MC)

…Sometimes Not (Part 4) - Watching, Waiting Patiently - @ao719 (The Royal Romance; Liam x F!OC)

Here Comes The Sun (Part 3) - @kristinamae093 (The Royal Romance; Liam x F!OC / Drake x F!MC)

[aqpippin]

8 + Jackie/Gigi for the sawft prompts please,Queen of Sawft 😌

I think the people want 8 x goodecox ?

8. “I- nothing… it’s just… you’re so pretty.” x goodecox

“I’m gonna have a nap.”

It was nonchalant, something that didn’t even really need acknowledging - it was more a mere fact that Gigi had thrown into the universe on a rainy Sunday afternoon.

“Don’t let me get in your way,” Jackie hums, not looking up from her laptop, “see you in an hour.” It was Gigi’s routine - afternoon naps on a cold, lazy Sunday. Grizzly weather had always lulled her into a state of weariness, while Jackie found herself to be her most productive during hours of soft rainfall.

“Come cuddle? You haven’t stopped since breakfast.” For the first time in hours, Jackie tore her eyes away from the bright light of her computer screen. She nods wordlessly, closing the laptop and pushing herself up from the couch amongst soft cushions and her favourite blanket. Gigi’s arm is outstretched, hand held out and ready for Jackie to intertwine their fingers and accompany her to their bedroom.

They move in a way that is indicative of their entire relationship - comfortable silence, easy flow, soft touches. Jackie sits with her back against the headboard, soft upholstery moulding around her. It’s not long after she decides she’s comfortable that Gigi’s head migrates to her lap. She’s laying across the width of the bed, facing away from Jackie and under her favourite fluffy blanket. Ginger hair is sprawled across Jackie’s lap, and although she’s no longer as comfortable, there’s nowhere else she’d rather be.

“You good?” Jackie asks, watching Gigi shuffle around until she’s found her sweet spot, “you’re so needy today.” There’s a small huff from Gigi, who reaches around and grabs Jackie’s hand and places it on her head. Jackie laughs, waiting for further instruction despite knowing exactly what Gigi’s playing at. It isn’t long before Gigi turns her head to look back at Jackie,

“Are you gonna play with my hair or.. what?” Jackie is looking down at Gigi, soft smile on her lips, “Jackie, what?”

“I - nothing. It’s just, you’re so pretty.” Jackie mumbles, leaning forward to press a kiss onto Gigi’s forehead.

“You’re a fucking sook,” Gigi grunts, turning back over, “love you.”

It’s when Jackie starts braiding her hair that Gigi knows she loves her too.

[umprompted]

#38

It’s a Lois Lane and Superman love story, a tale for the ages.

But honestly, you really wish you were the Superman of this love story. At least then you wouldn’t have to deal with the aftermath of the bullshit that your Superman tries to pull.

[volucerrubidus]

🩸 [[ grabby hands ]]

Gore Generator II Accepting II 38 - Laugh ‘til you choke

This wasn't the first time The Joker had gone for the bats, nor the people associated with them. It wasn't even Tim's first time encountering Joker gas.

It was the first time he'd encountered it in the safety of the cave, though-- and it was with Bane nearby, instead of Bruce.

In Tim's defense, the fake grapple gun had looked nigh indistinguishable from their own, and so they'd carried it back, thinking it to be their spare.

When they tested it, it became apparent that it was not.

A purple aerosolized serum clouded the air as soon as he fired, and Tim had only a moment to comprehend what was happening, before he called out, "Bane-- run!"

He didn't, unfortunately, have a second moment to reach for a filter before he had to inhale.

In. Out. The air smelled sweet.

Why had they been worried again? A mask? They didn't need a mask. Everything was fine. Everything was great, even.

In fact, Tim felt like laughing! What a silly mistake to make!

It started as giggles, but it grew quickly. Louder and harder to keep up with; so quick that he couldn't suck in any new air, and it was dully painful on sore muscles in his face, his gut, his throat. His knees hit the floor, then one hand, as his other hand flew up to his neck, and the raucous laughter turned to desperate wheezes. He couldn't breathe--

And he couldn't stop laughing.