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[daddiesdrarryy]

Harry: I’m sorry I tried to kill you

Draco: It’s fine, Potter, but next time you should try harder

[minecraftcorrectmode]

Ellegaard, to Magnus: Sometimes you annoy me so much that I want to start planning our wedding, just so I can very publicly divorce you.

[incorrectsanderscharactersquotes]

Janus: I haven't seen you in quite some time now.

Virgil: Well, I was busy avoiding you. But my luck obviously ran out.

[paranoid-spotlight-everest]

Sokka: You like me?!

Azula: I know, it’s hard to believe, I can’t really believe it myself.”

[winterxisxcomingx]

Violet, still holding Penny's hands: This sounds a lot like a marriage proposal

Penny, nervous: Maybe it is...

[bunnyluvx]

You were asking about prompts for Richter and I have a two!! Richter x dhampire reader where they are introduced through alucard. Richter x Annette's sister.

in his arms. ♡

featuring: richter belmont x gn! dhampir! reader. (w/ alucard and annette!)

summary: you reunite with alucard, richter and annette after drolta has taken sekhmet's corpse, and someone is very happy to see you again.

warnings: minors and ageless blog dni regardless of content. season 2 spoilers.

tags: hurt/comfort | one-shot | fluff | physical affection | second pov | no y/n use | fatherly! alucard | sister figure! maria | a lot of other characters are mentioned

a/n: i hope i did you justice, moss! this fic is intended to be romantic, but can be interpreted as platonic too, so take it how you will! thank you to all of the wonderful people who've been giving me requests, i really appreciate you all and will get to them when i can! requests are still open and i do commissions! more info is on my profile. thank you all for the love, and enjoy! <3

date started: 7:05PM, february 6th, 2025.

date finished: 10:23PM, february 7th, 2025.

dc: @cafekitsune | ss: a1i.scenes insta | ib: @creativepromptsforwriting ♡ | wc: 2k | ao3

Sky which once warmly held the sun relinquishes her hold on her lover to make way for the night. They slowly slide out of one another's embrace, creating brilliant hues where they exchange their farewells. The clouds, ever the passers-by, assure the sky that the sun will come again, and remind her that tonight, she will get to hold another love, the moon. Below, Paris stone stands tall, proudly protecting its people and their creations. It believes that it will be able to endure what is to come, but the wind's silence leaves room to second-guess.

On their mission to retrieve Sekhmet's mummified body, Alucard, Richter and Annette entered France's capital with hopes of finding it before the Vampire Messiah's servants. Not even a minute after locating the goddess' remains, Emissary Drolta Tzuentes arrived with a hoard of night creatures, and in the midst of battle, Sekhmet's corpse was taken. Alucard tried to go after her to no avail, for he was quickly kicked into the river beneath them.

Frustration boils within the dhampir's blood as he emerges from the water, coming to a stand and taking a few steps away from the river's edge before pushing back wet white locks with one hand. A scowl scrunches onto a usually calm expression as he strides to regroup with Richter and Annette. The young revolutionaries hurriedly make their way to Alucard, and once meeting with him again, Richter is more than ready to start planning their next moves. "So, what do we do now?" The boy asks.

After hundreds of years of dealing with Belmonts' bad decisions, Alucard's patience has grown thin, so he's quick to snap at Richter, turning to face him with fangs bared and brows furrowed, "This would not have happened, Richter Belmont, if you hadn't told them where we were going."

The brunette's lip pokes out into a guilty pout after receiving this scolding, and Annette is quick to come to his defense, "It wouldn't take a sorcerer to predict we were going to Paris, Alucard. And we thought that Drolta was dead. We thought you'd killed her."

The dhampir's expression has calmed from its hostility rather quickly, and his eyes close while he lets out a sigh. Boots clacking upon the opposing side of the pavement interrupts Alucard's attempt to voice a new plan. All attention diverts toward the sound, in preparation for a fight, but the trio's shoulders relax once they see the source.

You. Alucard had introduced you to the group shortly after his arrival, knowing that you would be willing to help in any capacity that you were required. Seeing as you are a dhampir too, he believed that there was no harm in having more supernatural strength on their side.

Before the trio left for Paris, you agreed to watch Maria while they were gone. Only a few days had passed when you felt something pulling you out of Machecoul. It was an unexplainable feeling, all you knew was that you had to go. You informed Juste of what you were sensing, and he permitted you to pursue this calling, in trust of a reason behind your motivation. So, you began your journey, and apparently arrived just in time.

The three stare at you in wonder as you approach, like they couldn't believe their eyes. Alucard is first to speak up with asking, "What are you doing here?"

When your feet finally come to a stop, you lean over and lay your hands on your knees wearily. Your chest rises and falls with each heavy breath you take, eyes flickering from the floor to everyone else multiple times. You don't know how long you'd been running for, but you're glad that you got there when you did. "I felt like you needed my help," You explain, "So, I came."

"You're supposed to be with Maria." Alucard reminds you, agitation resurfacing in his tone.

"Juste said he could handle it." You insist.

"You left Juste, who admitted that he didn't know how to deal with teenage girls, with a teenage girl?" Alucard emphasizes, fangs poking out of the frown on his face.

"Fighting is pointless right now. We have more important things to worry about," Annette redirects.

Finally, you stand up straight and tilt your head up to the sky to take a breath. You look back at the group, resting your hands on your hips. "Annette is right. I'm here, that can't be changed, so let's move on."

For the first time in almost over a week, your eyes meet Richter's. He looks completely bewildered, lips curled up into a grin and bright blue eyes sparkling with joy. You didn't know each other for very long at all, so most of what you know about Richter has come from Maria. The girl most commonly describes Richter as an ungrateful wanker, often recounting memories of when he acted impulsively by jumping into fights that he couldn't have finished alone. Many of these stories ended with Maria saving him, and while she did enjoy embarrassing Richter, you knew that she admired him deep-down; She wouldn't say it aloud, but she didn't have to.

Based on the time that you were able to personally spend with Richter, you could tell that he had a lot of responsibility on his shoulders. Carrying the Belmont name was no easy task, but being an older brother holds just as much weight. There was a lot of tension between Richter and Maria after her mother was turned, and it was evident to you that Richter blamed himself for that. Tera made the decision on her own accord to sacrifice herself to Erzsebet, he knows that, but Belmonts have always been protectors. He has fought a generous amount of vampires throughout his lifetime, and Erzsebet was the one enemy that he couldn't defeat. He believes it to be his failure, and it was a great price to pay.

Something else that you learned about Richter is that when things are looking dark, he tries to make light of it. Humor is his way out of despair, so when he was brooding by himself and you came to sit with him, he would crack a joke. You came to admire this about him rather quickly, and it became something for the two of you to bond over. You would go back and forth to try to make him feel better about their current circumstances, and when he walked away, he was able to do so with a smile. Both of you felt a little lighter after that.

You took turns listening to each other talk about your lives, and what got you to where you were. Richter spoke of his mother, and a few memories that he shared with her, and you spoke of your experiences living in this world as a dhampir. Richter gave you his undevoted attention when you talked about what things were like for you growing up and now. When he got the chance to listen to you, with everything that you shared with him, he became all the more awestruck. He had never met a dhampir before you or Alucard, so he was interested in learning about how different your histories' were. Unlike many in your past, Richter appreciated the diversity between you and was eager to learn more.

You don't consider Richter to be someone you're particularly close with yet, but you do believe that there is potential for something beautiful to grow between you. The expression on his face tells you that he feels similarly, God does he. While traveling alongside Alucard and Annette, Alucard often told stories of you and the many adventures that you had together. Learning about you through him only made Richter want to know more, to speak with you personally and listen to any tale you wished to tell. Admittedly, he was a little disappointed when you agreed to stay in Machecoul with Maria, but he knew it was for the better. You're magnetizing to him in a way that he can't explain, and here you are, standing in front of him.

Unable to resist the pull any longer, Richter leaps forward to wrap his arms around you. Your eyes widen at the sudden embrace and you remain still, unprepared for the contact but not willing to reject it. Strong, light arms encase you closely around your neck to his body, and he swears that you slot perfectly against him. Today marks the first day in history where a Belmont has prayed, because Richter is pleading to whatever will listen that he doesn't have to let you go. Would you have felt this way in his arms if he had held you sooner?

Alucard and Annette find themselves just as shocked as you are. They have noticed the softness that swims within his eyes when Richter hears or speaks of you, but they wouldn't have expected for him to spring to you like this. Fond smiles and knowing gazes quickly overtake their features while they watch you stand still as stone, dumbfounded. Your arms slowly raise to hover over Richter's back before they slowly rest there. The only words you can manage to say come out in a soft mutter, as your eyes slide to look at the boy hugging you so tightly, "Hey, Richter.."

A deep inhale sounds from Richter's nostrils as he breathes you in. Words could not describe the feedback that his senses received, but it's so uniquely you. In his mind, it is solidified that you are truly here, and he couldn't want you anywhere else. He wonders if you are always this warm, or if it is just the armor you adorn yourself in. He nestles his face into the crook of your neck and closes his eyes, a relieved sigh breathing onto your skin as he mumbles, "I'm so happy to see you."

Of all people, you would not have expected for Richter Belmont to display such a sentiment. It is far from unwelcome, though, as you find yourself able to relax in his arms. The tension in your shoulders slowly unwinds with the rest of the muscles in your body coming in-tide. Your eyes close as you nuzzle into his shoulder, savoring the connection that you have with Richter while you have it. He feels just as warm as you are, comfortably so, and you realize that you're asking yourself when the last time you felt so safe was. As you inhale, the aroma of familiar forests and a light hint of sweat greets your senses. You find it calming, giving you all the more reason to melt in his embrace. "Yeah..I'm happy to see you too," You agree tenderly.

You are permitted a few seconds longer to cherish this moment. You wish that it could last forever, but you know that there are other pressing matters at hand. You both seemed to forget that, for you collectively jump when Annette pipes up with, "Are you two done cuddling now, so that we can focus?"

Wide-eyed with rosy cheeks, you and Richter regrettably pry yourselves away from each other to face Alucard and Annette. You both nervously glance in opposite directions towards the floor, your hands fold in front of your body while Richter rubs the back of his neck awkwardly with the opposite on his hip. Annette shakes her head lightheartedly at the two of you while Alucard just smiles, starting to walk away as he gives you all instructions, "You three look for nests of vampires. When Erzsebet's army attacks, we don't want another front opening up into the city."

You all nod, which licenses Alucard to promptly make his getaway. There is a newly found trio now with you, Annette and Richter, and you all dash into the city to begin your search. In your rush, Annette turns her eyes to you and admits, "It is good to have you back."

You look back at her, and a smile blesses your lips. "Thanks. It's good to see you guys too."

"How is everyone back in Machecoul?" Richter asks, brows furrowed with worry.

You shrug and cast your eyes ahead. "Ah, they're coping. I'll tell you more later. For now, let's get to work."

@BUNNYLUVX ,, all rights reserved. do not copy/plagiarize any of my works or submit it into ai. any and all support is appreciated! <3

[greenwitchfromthewoods]

Angry Confessions ❤️‍😠

this is the day. my inbox is open for you. send me number and character. want to add a few words from yourself? great!

Joel Miller, Frankie Morales, Marcus Moreno, Marcus Acacius, Harry Castillo, Clint Flood, Javier Peña, Javi Gutierrez...

I really appreciate that you are here with me, that you read my scribbles... it means a lot to me.

these prompts were created by the wonderful i talented @creativepromptsforwriting (here) ❤️‍ you are always a source of inspiration for those who write, you do an amazing job, sweetie!

"I love you! I have always loved you. It's not fair to deny my love for you now." Marcus Acacius

"You make me so angry I want to scream, and I love you so much it almost tears me apart." Max Phillips

"I cannot change my feelings for you, believe me I fucking tried." Marcus Moreno

"How can you not understand how much I love you?" Harry Castillo

"I am so angry right now, I could almost forget my love for you."

"I can't do this anymore. I love you. But it's not enough." Clint Flood

"Don't mock me by acting so surprised. You had to know about my feelings for you." Javi Gutierrez. Joel Miller

"You make me so angry sometimes. And you make me love you all the time." Frankie Morales

"I need to know that you're safe. Because I care about you. I love you." Javier Peña

"You knew how I feel about you. You have to have known."

"Can you not see that I love you? That I've always loved you?"

"I love you! Is that what you wanted to hear? Are you happy now?" Joel Miller

"It's not a secret that I love you. Don't act like it is."

"My love for you will truly become my downfall, I just know it." Harry Castillo

"I fucking love you, okay?! I don't want to, but I do." Javier Peña

thank you!

[jerzwriter]

This is a follow-up to Under the Stars and day two of my 30-day writing challenge from @creativepromptsforwriting. Today's prompt: Write a scene without any dialogue.

Book: Open Heart (Pre-Seres) Characters: Tobias Carrick, Ethan Ramsey, F!OC Words: 730 Rating: Teen Summary: Tobias is alone in his apartment as reality settles in - his best friend is now with the woman he loves - the woman they both love. Now he needs to decide - what is he going to do?

A/N: Here I am inadvertently fleshing out my "Hopkins Era" HC. Worse things could happen. lol Participating in @choicesmonthlychallenge March Challenge [Earth/Planets/Orbitng - Passage of Time]

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Tobias sat in the quiet apartment long after Ethan’s bedroom door clicked shut, the soft sounds seeping in from the city streets outside his only source of solace. He rubbed a hand over his face, exhaling a long breath before leaning back against the couch cushions, gazing ahead at nothing at all.

Ethan wasn't aware, but Tobaias had seen them.

He hadn’t meant to. Hadn’t been looking. But there they were, clear as day when his car slowed at the red light across from the Broadway Diner. The glow of the neon sign catching Chenza’s hair is what caught his eye, and then he saw Ethan leaning in close, with the kind of look on his face that Tobias knew all too well – it left little to his imagination.

He almost pulled over. Almost went inside and sat at the counter to order his usual, black coffee and two eggs over-easy with a side of crispy bacon. There he could watch them from a distance, maybe eavesdrop on their conversation, just waiting for the right moment to appear and watch them roll their eyes when they knew they were caught. But the light turned green, and he kept on driving.

Because he knew. Even then, he knew.

Now, here he sat, the TV screen was still on, though the Lakers game was long over, and his beer remained untouched. There was an unusual weight in his chest - not heavy, but unmistakable – refusing to be ignored.

He wasn’t mad. After all, the three of them had been orbiting each other like planets for years now. The gravitational pull twisting beneath the surface from the day they first met. He’d felt it, and he knew Ethan did, too. They’d even joked about it once or twice, usually on late nights like this under the influence of too much alcohol.

A night at a roadside bar last spring snapped into his mind. He had admitted more than he wished, but he spoke the truth - he’d never pursue her. Not because he wouldn’t be successful, damn, he knew he would be, but because he didn’t have it in him. Not for something real. Not for someone like Vincenza who deserved it all.

Ethan hadn't come off much better. His dear, stoic, self-sabotaging friend, Ethan. He wasn’t acting on that pull either. He had preemptively resolved that it would be better to have Chenza as a friend forever than a lover for a fortnight - that's how long it would take for him to screw it up. At least that’s what he confessed over their flat beers.

But Tobias wasn’t stupid. He’d watched the shift over time. The way Ethan brightened whenever Chenza stepped into a room. The way his eyes lingered on her just a little longer than they should, and he thought no one noticed. But Tobias did. He noticed everything.

Now, as he leaned back against the couch, staring at the ceiling fan spinning slowly above, only one thought filled his head... it could have been him.

Perhaps if it had been another time, a few years down the line, even. He was confident he could be the man Vincenza deserved by then. He would be able to show up for someone who really mattered if he just had a little more time... but that chance was gone now. Wasn't it?

He let out a deep sigh. It didn’t matter. It didn’t matter anymore, because he saw them tonight. He saw the way Ethan looked at her like he’d just been handed the entire goddamn universe and that made something inside him settle, even if thought it hurt.

They deserved it. Both of them. The two people in the world who meant the most to him. He had watched them circle each other always too careful, too serious, too convinced they’d break each other if they just reached out and touched – but somehow they found the strength to transcend that - and it had to be respected.

He closed his eyes briefly, then pushed up from the couch, flicking off the TV as he moved. The quiet of the apartment enveloped him as reality set in. It wasn’t about him anymore. In fact, it never had been.

So tomorrow, when Ethan emerged from his room with that stupid, nervous look on his face, Tobias would smile. He’d bust his chops – of course - but he’d make it easy on him because that’s what you do when you’re friends - even when the sharp edge of it catches in your throat - you put them first.

He’d mean it, too. Because this new, shiny thing, it was about them – Ethan and Chenza – his two best friends, and he’d be damned if he let himself make it about anything else.

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[streets-in-paradise]

Eternal Courtship - Achilles x (fem)Captive!Reader

Troy (2004) Oneshot

Requested by Anon

" hi dearr! Please a story of achilles, in which he falls in love with a woman in the middle of the war and shows his most sensitive side (in the achilles way)"

Abso-fucking-lutely!

I love this so much and hope I did your request justice. Like i told you in the answer of your ask, I got the idea of making her a captive because it's an easy way for them to meet in the middle of the war, but their dynamic is the opposite of the one he has with Briseis in the movie's canon.

Warnings: warrior x war captive romance with grumpy x sunshine vibes. It's implied that the war lasts a bit longer than in the movie, with a time gap happening between the arrival of the greeks/argument of Achilles and Agamemnon and the pacted combat of Paris and Menelaus. This fic is meant to take place in the course of that time gap.

Summary: The wrath of Achilles is a matter of grief for the greeks, but it comes like a ray of hope in your days as their captive. His absense on the battlefield is good news for your people at the other side of the wall, and a calming sign for you. Despite his countrymen are too focused on his pride as the major cause, you believe a warlord willing to risk so much for a simple slave girl is someone capable of performing noble acts.

Intrigued by the glimpses of that kindness he refuses to acknowledge, you approach him without fear and your guesses get confirmed. In your determination to prove that he has a heart, you fail to realize of your slow conquest of it, untill the proof you are looking for comes in the form of his passionate love.

Note: Inspired by a prompt by @creativepromptsforwriting

Prompt 9 - " Why do you always manage to persuade me with your charm? "

Tags: @thorsslxve

The greek army was marching, but the myrmidons had stayed. Their leader refused to take them to combat in protest for the humillation he suffered through the mistreatement of his stolen slave. Briseis, your companion in captivity, was dragged away to the tent of Agamemnon, and the things you have heard about that man were so vile that you feared for her fate more than yours. Her first master had given you to his cousin, a lad younger than you, and you would have never imagined he himself would bother that much for her. Still, he went as far as abstaining from fighting when she got taken away from him.

What happened on the tent of the mycenaean king was commented all over the camp. It was said that the angry myrmidon was about to kill the guards, fellow greeks on his side of the war, for that trojan girl he had just meet. In the language of men, Briseis wasn't different from a pile of gold. They spoke of insults on the honor of the invincible warrior being deprived of his reward as the cause of such mercieless reaction coming from his pride. Ríght after leaving the tent with evident frustration, Patroclus claimed his cousin was heartless for abandoning their countrymen over a distribution dispute. If captives were the issue, he was willing to give you back to him. After all, he didnt want a slave in the first place. You were the compensation he received for not being allowed to fight, a distraction Achilles wanted him to have so he won't insist on the matter.

Since he remained on his tent for the rest of the day, you were sent there as an unwanted present returned to its source. It was the first time you were going to be completely alone with Achilles, and you had a peculiar opinion on him.

To you, his recent actions couldn't be framed as a mere temper tantrum. For as much desperate as the greeks could be to get back his intervention on the war, all their defeats without him would be blamed on him. It was a huge risk for his reputation, that he took after nearly assasinating some fellow soldiers trying to protect a slave.

What the camp perceived as brutal selfishness were acts of great kindness in your perspective. The man you despised barely a few hours ago had won your respectfull admiration. Curiosity overcame any fears as you peeked inside his self reclusion shelter. Common sense would have suggested to approach with caution. Instead, you were standing there with a polite smile and a bowl of food.

He barely looked at you, too lost in hoarding anger.

" I'm not hungry. "

The dry treatment didn't stop you.

" A bit lonely, perhaps? " You sweetly inquirred. " Patroclus is worried for you, so he has decided to give you his present hoping to cheer you up over loosing Briseis. "

The explanation got him more interested in starting a conversation.

" Is that what he believes i'm all about? The reason of my rage? A toy the big bad king took from me and i can simply replace? " He mocked the presented assumption. " I promised that girl that I would keep her safe. I gave her my word, but Agamemnon spat on it. "

The response was fascinating, even better than what you imagined.

" I value your commitement to that promise, no other would have defended her as fiercely as you did. "

Achilles received the compliment with skepticism.

" You should have seen how repulsed she was by that. "

The warrior was pretending to be careless because he wanted to know your opinion. Used as he was to stumble with the hate of Briseis, your more docile attitude was hard to understand because you didn't seem scared enough to be pretending submission.

" I'm impressed, and quite confused. " You admitted as you took your first steps inside. " The destroyer of the temple didn't hesitate in spilling the blood of sacred servants, yet barely a few hours later he turned against his own kind to protect the last one standing. "

You paced arround the place seeking for a spot to leave your load, then passively invited him to check it by choosing one on his reach.

" Your countrymen think you are being recklessly selfish, but i believe otherwise. A man who risks so much for a war prisoner he just meet proves that he is more than the destruction he caused. "

The trusting bright in your eyes got him out of his absortion.

" I will have to break your childish illusions, girl : all i care about is glory. Agamemnon is denying me the recognition i deserve, breaking my pacts for me, and I can't allow it."

To that seriously delivered statement, all you did was releasing some light chuckles and proceed to deliver some sweet mockery.

" Sure, sir … Whatever you say. "

Never before a stranger had reacted to him in such a relaxed way. Hate would have been easier to deal with than your sweetness.

He had no weapons to fight it, only his sarcasm.

" Mind to explain what you find so amusing?"

You didn't mind to share your theory, impatient to see how he would react to it.

" Turns out you have a heart after all, and you are upset because i discovered it. "

Achilles gave you the cold look he would show for an enemy in a singular combat.

" I'm a ruthless killer, I would slaughter your entire family and feel nothing about it. "

The warning was completely effectiveless.

" You couldn't even handle my best friend to your king knowing he would be capable of raping her. " You reminded him. " And you gave me to your cousin already aware that he would respect me. "

Facts had spoken better than his words and he realized that your nice positivity wasn't foolishness.

" That doesn't change what i am, only tells you that I wouldn't hurt helpless women."

" And you think that's not important? In this war, particularly?" You recalled inmediately. " I heard other greeks cheering themselves up saying they would all sleep with the wife of a trojan to avenge Menelaus. If the spartan king lost control of his wife, then marriage as an institution is threatened. They need to kill Helen and rape as many trojan women as they can so the horror will keep their women at bay. "

Intrigued by the practical wisedown of your words, he tapped with his hands a spot for you to sit beside him. As you followed the command, you remembered the food served near him.

" Eat, I made it specially for you. "

Achilles looked at what appeared to be an exotic version of a lamb stew.

" Are you trying to win me over with trojan food? It's humanly impossible for you to be this kind after what I have done to you." He concluded his suspicious inspection. " What's the trick? Is it poisoned? Did you spat inside as you were making it? "

You were still looking at him so sweetly and he became even more disconcerted.

If he needed proof, you were more than willing of eating the food for him given all you had previously was the terrible dishes served for slaves.

" It lacks some of the proper spicing, but I worked hard on it, so i'm not going to let it go to waste. "

Your shocked master couldnt take his eyes off you, observing you eating as if you were back in your home.

" Is it good? "

" Could have been worse, at least I was given to a good man. " You commented on your situation instead of the dish. " One that would be willing to threaten his own countrymen and inmovilize his army if something wrong happens to me. "

The praise made him smirk.

" Lovely … Where do you find such niceness?"

You drank some of his own wine before replying.

" King Priam's philosophy is deeply based on the power of kindness. "

He stiffled a chuckle, fearing you may find his amusement insulting.

" He should reconsider the strategy, wars aren't won with kindness."

" No, but small gestures can make big differences. " You corrected him. " Look arround you : if Agamemnon wouldn't have proceeded with cruelty, he wouldn't have lost your support. It can also be said that the kind promise you did to Briseis has the potentiality to shift the course of the war. "

The myrmidon was speechless, understanding some logical reasoning behind the naive optimism.

" I'm still an enemy of Troy. "

To the dark reminder, you had yet another sweet comeback.

" We can still respect each other. "

Achilles didn't waited much to correct you.

" I believe respect is earned, not owed. "

For the first time in the talk he had trully managed to annoy you.

" Then you can accept that your infamous wrath has earned you my respects and eat your food. "

You got him under his same reasoning and he conceeded you the victory.

" Is there more of that for me to try? "

Achilles developed a clear verdict out of that first encounter. He did enjoy the food, but he liked you way more. Even when your mindsets and attitudes were completely opposite, the way you have choosen to work on that difference made him feel oddly good arround you. No accusations from a stance of moral superiority came from you. Instead, you were proving your higher morals with your everyday acts of mundane kindness. Sometimes he got the feeling that you weren't even really Interested in being the better person, since respect and reciprocity were more important to you than being ríght.

To be yelled at was way easier than adapting to your attentive behavior. Softness like yours was confusing, specially knowing it wasn't performative. You weren't a scared girl trying to appeal a master, those actions simply reflected who you were.

The mystery of how you kept clinging to you kindness in such an adverse context occupied his mind out of boredoom. His thought process constantly battled with the evidence of his everyday getting to know you, trying desperately to ignore he was at the edge of an infatuation.

Making him company wasn't a problem to you, since it was way more of a pleasant activity than doing slave chores on the camp. On good days, you would even manage to get him out of his tent for a walk on the beach at the hours that the ausence of all the other armies made the place more quiet.

Visiting Briseis was complicated even when Agamemnon wasn't near, but you managed to get news proving the protest had some effect. Her new master didn't lay hands on her and she confessed you she believed the man had no idea of what to do with her because he only took her to punish his political rival.

It would be a matter of time before you would reunite again and, once that would happen, you were planning to beg the myrmidon leader for your liberation. Your friend thought that keeping your hopes in that man so up was a mistake, but you were convinced that he could be willing to do the ríght thing. He was hard to deal with, but never cruel to any of you.

In your particular experience, you had no complains of his treatment. If you wouldn't be dressed in misserable clothes everytime you had to wash your only decent dress, you would be feeling as if you were getting to know a suitor that your parents had you promised to. It was a thought you often toyed with, a sort of secret fantasy making the shackles feel lighter.

With the only exception of his self naturalization of nudity, Achilles had behaved like a true gentleman and you were happy to reciprocate the good treatment. However, if he would protectively hold your hand during your incursions outside his tent, you would forget for an instant of the war going on and feel as if you were all alone in a process of eternal courtship.

For as much as he kept denying to have a caring heart, you were seeing it from a mile away. You understood he needed to keep the facade despite that was all it was. Appearances, his rougeness of warrior hidding his sweeter emotions. At the time most greeks were calling him heartless, blind to their suffering, he stopped making himself blind to the pain of the only ones in the camp they won't care about.

He turned his back against them, but showed you his heart.

Every night since you left the tent of Patroclus, the new routine with Achilles was having dinner together and sharing the límits of his tent to sleep. In the beggining, he allowed you to have your space and pick a corner to be away from him. That changed one rainy night, when the sound of thunder from outside made you seek shelter on him.

Achilles noticed inmediately how you approached in silence to snuggle against him like a scared child.

" Did your parents never told you that's just Zeus bringing his cheers to mortals? "

You looked up to face him, as if you were trying to justify yourself but couldn't come up with anything.

" They did, but that didn't change much … Thunder still frightens me. "

Darkness didn't hide from him the peculiar beauty of your pleading face and he simply couldn't resist it. Patience lead him to a good end and you were approaching him willingly. He felt you clinging to his firm body, using him for comfort in a sleepless night and begging with your eyes that he would let you in.

It was perfect, perhaps too perfect.

" Mind if we stay like this tonight?" In your cluelessness about his feelings, you finally asked. " The weather gets on my nerves. "

He dreamed of being so close to you, but would have cutted one of his hands before admitting such vulnerability.

" Why do you always manage to persuade me with your charm ? "

He got to hear more of your light chuckling thinking that, if he wouldn't be cautious about scaring you, he would have kissed you.

You started to relax arround him and that allowed you to explain yourself better.

" My uncle died in the sea, a bad storm wrecked the ship and very few survived to tell the story. Briseis' father was with him, loosing someone when we were so little brought us close and that's how we became friends … What I never told her is that I blamed myself for years because my father was meant to go in that travel too, but he had other business to attend in the city. "

The usually cheerfull tone of your voice turned sadly serious as you tried not to cry remembering that.

" Why did I got to have mine and she lost hers? Her uncle told us it was the will of the gods, … but it's all happening again. She is stucked with Agamemnon while i'm safe with you. "

He understood the reason of your guilt, but wasn't going to let you keep thinking on that.

" Lucky girl. " He purred in a raspy voice. " Do you like being with me? "

The crashing sounds outside made you grip him tighter and he rounded your waist with one arm. The poor garments you were wearing made it odd to the touch and he wished he would be feeling your skin instead. Following his sleeping habit, he was naked at least from the waist up, and he did noticed you developing a subtle curiosity for his body.

" You are nice. " Was your vague reply. " Patroclus was very dissapointed when we meet. "

It wasn't exactly what he was looking for, but he kept trying.

" Trust me, it wasn't your fault. You were a wonderfull gift, but my little cousin is the opposite of the mycenaean king. He wants to do all the work and doesn't care for the pay. I didn't let him fight that time, so being presented with a reward for doing nothing got him upset. "

You got his point, but cassually threw in another idea.

" Maybe i was too old for his taste. "

The moment stimulated him to share some of his own load in reciprocity for your previous confession.

" My father died in the battlefield and i'm doomed to share his fate, but I don't want that for him. "

You awkwardly moved your head so it would rest on his chest and he started playing with your hair. No word from you flowed within the action, fearing any interruption would have make him aware of his fallen mask.

" Had you ever felt so sure about what you want for your life, completely convinced of how you want it to be like, then one day everything changes and shakes every certainty you had? "

It was most likely he didn't think his words carefully, because that was literally your story.

" Well, while my friend became a priestess, I knew I wanted to be a wife. I told her I was not going to let our different paths separate us, so i have been asisting as a bystander in every religious ceremony she has been in. As a noblewoman, i was allowed to, so I did. "

He had a close idea of were the tale was going, but didn't dare to sarcastically interrupt it.

" Polydamas was heartbroken when he found out Briseis had choosen priesthood, so i reached to comfort him. I must have been very good in that, because he started seeking my company. Since them we had been flirting for a while and i told myself that was my call. He is a fine trojan warrior and a seer, a man of excellent reputation and a personal friend of Prince Hector … So, i believed my life was taking its course I was following his game untill courtship would lead to marriage. That was the life I had planned, untill one day your men invaded my friend's temple. "

You stopped for an instant, before the callout would get too obvious.

" Tell me about yours. What kind of perspective changer event is ruining your plans? "

Achilles felt relieved of not sensing the enthusiasm of an enamored girl in your description of that trojan noble you were mentioning. If he would have found out you were in love with someone else waiting for you at the other side of the wall, he would have felt a heartbreak for the first time on his life and he had no idea of how he would have reacted to that. He couldn't care less about the trojan possibly wanting you for a wife, as long as he felt you weren't convinced of wanting him.

" I found some light for my obscure existence. " He vaguely admitted you. " I stopped fighting and realized there is so much I gave away for it, so much i will never have, and maybe what I got from a lifetime of warrior isn't worthy … I wasted my life following the orders of that fool of a king. "

Your fingers were tracing the patterns of his muscles as if you seeked to relax him out of those troubled thoughts.

" I believe it's never too late to start over, if that's what you want. " You adviced. " Take me as example: i came to terms with the fact that I will never be the wife of some honorable warrior. I will never make my family proud, to them I will be a memory too painfull or to shamefull to keep alive ... And if by chance I return to them, i will become a load for my father's home, because no trojan will want to marry me knowing I have been the slave of a greek. "

Hearing you express disenchantment was very unusual, and it was killing him. He couldn't stand your sadness, feeling sure that he would have done anything to end it.

" You would have been the best wife a warrior could aspire to get. "

That kind praise meant a lot to you, so you moved up just a bit in order to give him a chaste kiss on the cheek.

Achilles smirked, ready to tease you despite he felt the gesture was very proper of you.

" You call that a kiss? Had Polydamas never give you a real one ? "

His provocation surprised you, but you weren't alarmed about it.

" Most trojan noblemen flirt keeping some decorum. " You attempted to explain. " Despite what the Insidious imagery of the war suggests, Paris is an exception to the courtship conduct of a trojan man. "

The myrmidon glanced at your lips, then deep into your eyes.

" If you let me, I can show you a glimpse of what you have been missing. " He seductively offered. " I will gift you a nice memory you can use to fight the fears. Instead of thinking of your dead uncle, or the guilt you felt, you will think of me everytime you will hear the sky cracking."

Your most inmediate response was a nervous smile.

" Would you do that for me? "

His mouth was dangerously close to yours and you parted your lips to let him in without a thought. The taste was wonderfull and with every instant of your pleased reception, his passion increased. You were at his mercy, almost completely lost to the new sensations and he knew he could have done with you whatever he wanted, but he didn't.

The trail of kisses had reached your neck when Achilles rolled on top of you. He was trying to stretch the fabric of your clothes, fighting for access to more skin without having to undress you ríght away. At that moment he got to hate your replacement wearing given in captivity as much as you did. There were no decent women clothes in the camp, so you got what his men could find for a slave. He despised it, that thing didn't make your beauty justice like your dress did. You deserved better, you weren't just a slave. Not anymore, and he haven't feel like that with you in a good while.

He was in love with you, and he haven't dare to say the words. In your quest to find his heart, you had taken ownership of it without realizing how deep you were reaching. The emotional intimacy and your adictive sweetness had won him over.

For him, that was as new as the physical contact was for you. He was paying close attention to your every reaction, surprised that you let him get as far when he sneaked his hands underneath your clothes. His caresses followed the sides of your curves and your closed eyes got open wide out of surprise, but you were still smiling under him.

It was the loveliest vision and he got enraptured by it.

" You are so beautifull … " He whispered softly. " Such lovely girl. "

You easily melted to his praise.

" Really? "

The sound of your voice calmed some of his overtaking passion. He remembered of how trusting you were of his softer side, how firmly you believed he was a good man despite of his war crimes.

For as much strenght as it would take from him, he needed to control himself for you. It was too early to claim you completely.

" You are the light shinning before my darkness. "

Achilles gave you a peck on the forehead and retired his hands from your body to caress both of your cheeks. With one more deep kiss, he prepared to cradle you in his arms for the rest of the night.

It was the most thoughtfull proof of love he could have given to you, but he didn't stop there.

Days later some traders from Lemnos had arrived to ressuply the greek army of various articles, but they were loaded of other items they meant to sell somewhere else on the way back home. From them Achilles got you a beautifull dress worthy of a lady, that he made you wear on the first dinner he shared with his men since his wrath was unleashed. You considered that telling stories and singing songs was little price to pay for such magnificent gift, but the experience showed you something else.

He kept you by his side the whole time, as an honorable warrior would while showing off his beloved wife.

[cressidagrey]

Hi hi! Just wanted to share this because reading it made me think of Lando from White Horse. 🤭

https://www.tumblr.com/creativepromptsforwriting/780633030141313024/prompt-1175?source=share

(though now that I think about it, it could fit Oscar too. Especially when Mark walked up to him and easily cracked the poor kid 😂)

Prompt #1175

"We're in trouble."

"Oh no. No, no, no! You're in trouble."

😂😂😂

[theelderdemon]

A Moment in a Lab

Prompt #18 as requested from @vorchagirl or @silurisanguine (I'm sorry I can't remember who exactly!) The prompt is from this list: https://www.tumblr.com/creativepromptsforwriting/653992223316344832?source=share

It didn’t take long for Rosalyn to return to the Diamond and get to Viago’s lab. He had gotten things started and he wore the usual frown as he concentrated and made notes on any observations or theories he already had.

“Welcome back,” Viago said, his voice distracted, his gaze flicking over to her briefly. He put his notepad down and turned towards her. “Lucanis is alright?

“He had a look around. I imagine he will do more snooping once I’m gone.” Rosalyn said.

Viago nodded. He sighed. It would be better to say what he had on his mind than not. The longer he waited the worse it could be. “I am going to say this and I know it may upset you. I am not telling you to stop or that I disapprove. But be careful, Rosalyn. Crow politics…are dangerous. And I just don't want to see you get caught up in the middle of it or get hurt."

“I know, Viago.” Rosalyn said quietly as she sat down on a bench across from him, pulling her safety goggles over her eyes. “I know. But maybe there is a way?” The hope in her eyes tore at Viago and he hesitated. He certainly didn’t know how but if there was anything he knew, nothing was impossible.

“Maybe there’s a way,” Viago conceded, after a moment. Rosalyn reached for the knife and he slapped her hand away before handing her some gloves. “No touchy, idiot! At least not without gloves. Have I taught you nothing?!” His voice was exasperated but he saw the twitch in the corner of Rosalyn’s mouth as she fought back a smile.

“Just trying to keep you on your toes,” Rosalyn said. 

They worked mostly in silence, neither saying much, notes being scratched out as theories were disproved. Eventually they lit the lamps and continued working. Teia came in bringing in a tray of food that was largely ignored - a fact that did not surprise her. When the two of them got going there was no distracting them. 

Viago and Rosalyn mixed, boiled, waited, strained, They tested drops against different activators and agents but everything seemed to come up empty. 

“Viago, what if it’s more than one poison and the blood magic just sealed it to me to ensure it did the job?” 

“That would be incredibly foolish…” Viago muttered.

“Or smart.” Rosalyn said as she tiredly sat down on her stool and began to write.

Her notes and thoughts were jumbled at best at this point but every. Her eyes were burning and she raised her goggles to the top of her head and removed her gloves as she sat in the safe zone away from the chemicals and wrote observations. Her eyes felt heavy, sore and grainy and she found herself fighting to stay awake. She rested her head against her hand and kept writing, yawning as she wrote. The silence was deafening and inviting.

Viago kept testing but without knowing more…in pure frustration, Viago grabbed a dropper and mixed several of the poison agents. Through some tests they had made some headway before the results fizzled so Viago grabbed each of them and mixed them together in a small dish. A putrid stench he recognized filled the air. He dropped his tools in excitement and looked over at the table where Rosalyn sat.

He turned and found that she was asleep, her head being held precariously in one hand. He had figured it out and that is what mattered. He couldn’t have done it without her and now he could easily figure out the antidote for the necrotic poison. He removed his gloves and shook her awake.

“Hey, go to bed.” His voice was quiet but the command was clear.

“Did we get it?” Rosalyn said, her nose wrinkling at the smell coming from the other side of the room at the workbench. 

“I believe so. I’ll test it shortly. And then we will bottle this and the antidote.”

Rosalyn stood and Viago gestured to her a small bed in a room across the hall. He sometimes slept here when he worked long into the night so while somewhat bare it was a comfortable little closet of a room. He grabbed a blanket and gently lay it over Rosalyn who was already asleep again. Viago quietly slipped out, opened a window and continued to work well into the morning, keeping an eye on her all night long. It felt good to have her back in the lab.

Read the rest of my fic here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/62560906/chapters/160127431

[green-crow]

Needed a bit of a distraction and tried to write a short thing from a random prompt. Not my best work but wanted to share it anyway! Prompt pulled from @creativepromptsforwriting

Prompt #796

“Being on the run from both criminal organisations and law enforcement at the same time, was not what they expected to happen today.”

Crow knew she was fucked. Very much fucked, actually. Running away from Drago’s men after a tiny misunderstanding that may or may not have been a scam? Easy, she could manage that with no issue. Those guys were not the brightest; good at throwing a lasso and wrangling some wild horses, not so much at resisting her charms and keeping their gold and precious information to themselves. Her regular move would have been to lay low for a while, maybe stay in some random town for a few days, work at the local tavern and try her luck at the cards while her persecutors forget all about her and find another person to hunt down. The problem was that the sheriffs of the nearby towns were also looking for her. Unfortunately for her, robbing a bank while drunk and then escaping from jail was not really a favoured activity by law enforcement officers. So not only did she have a reward on her head once again, but she also couldn’t spend all that gold she just got or brag about it with fellow crooks. Great.

With a sigh, the bandit urged her horse along the vague dirt trail ahead, only dessert and the occasional rock visible on the horizon. Honestly, she had no idea where she was going or how long she’d have to wait things out, but she knew she couldn’t keep running for much longer. Boreas was tired; she could tell even if her horse had yet to complain, and their water supply was dwindling. To make matters worse, she had sent Pebbles flying up ahead to scout for any kind of water source nearby, to no avail. The small corvid was probably the weakest of the trio, so she had tucked him away in her pouch so he could at least rest from the punishing sun hitting his black plumage. And what a sun it was. Even Crow’s hat did little to protect her from the unforgiving heat; at this rate, she knew she’d dehydrate sooner rather than later. “At least if we die, our ghosts will be as rich as they come”, the bandit muttered with a wry smile as she cracked her neck, stiff from riding for so long. Boreas let out a huff, probably of resignation, but pressed on.

Things were not any better by the time the moon was up. 

She wasn’t sure how, but a handful of Drago’s men had managed to track her down. Now, not only was she thirsty and tired, but she was also hurt; one of their bullets had grazed her shoulder. Thankfully, she managed to avoid them and ran away, but narrowly. Crow’s frown only deepened as she pondered on it. To think that she, a skilled bandit had been tracked down and surprised… Her shoulder wasn’t the only thing hurt after that encounter. 

To make matters worse, Boreas was about to collapse, and her wound needed some tending to if she wanted to avoid infections. She had had enough of those. Her wound could wait; Crow was used to walking around with a limp or a messed up arm after a big fight, and it had been her fault for being so reckless anyway, but her horse? The Clydesdale had been walking and galloping, not to mention even fighting off some bandits. She shook her head. They had to stop and fast. So, as soon as she caught a glimpse of a small rock formation that could act as shelter for the night, she guided her horse in that direction and got ready for a night of barely resting in case any of her “friends” decided to pay her a visit. 

A poorly heated can of baked beans later, Boreas and Pebbles were sleeping the night away as Crow rekindled the fire again. Nights could be dangerously cold out there, even in summer, and she didn’t feel like adding a cold to her ailments. She grabbed a stick and stoked the fire, her left shoulder complaining with a jolt of pain. The wound was deeper than she had anticipated, and she was starting to think maybe some stitches were needed. With a sigh, she grabbed her old flask of whiskey and took a sip. “One for pleasure, one for business”, she closed her eyes and poured some on her wound, immediately regretting the action as the open cut seemed to burn at the smallest of contacts with the liquid. The bandit bit her lower lip and closed her free hand into a fist, trying to quiet down any sounds coming from her mouth. “Bloody-! It ain’t enough to suffer wasting perfectly fine whiskey like this, it also gotta hurt? Give me a break” she grunted as she tried to clean her wound. At least if she could go to a tavern, get drunk and maybe find a pretty girl or handsome guy to spend the night with, the wound would hurt far less. But here she was sober, tired, and cold, that cut was all she could focus on. Well, that and those weird faint noises coming her way. 

The bandit let go of her flask to instead grab her gun out of sheer instinct, and slowly made her way to one of the bigger boulders to use as cover. They were sounds of hooves, no doubt, but there was something else. A… wagon? Drago’s men wouldn’t be looking for her with that; too much of a hassle for just a lone bandit like her, and neither would the sheriffs. Curious, she peeked into the darkness, guided merely by those unexpected sounds. Crow couldn’t help but feel even more intrigued as she made out six figures on the trail, each on a different horse and with two pulling from a wagon. She couldn’t make out the finer details, yet she could tell they were some common folk, not bandits. Folks who, to her delight, didn’t seem too alert, instead chatting the night away. Guessing by the sound and movement, the wagon appeared to be loaded, or at least not empty, which meant supplies and supplies meant water, food, and possibly all she needed to patch herself up, not to mention extra stuff in case he had to stay hidden for a bit longer than expected. 

With a greedy grin, Crow’s gears started turning, and suddenly, things didn’t look so bleak anymore. She whistled, a short command that made her horse open an eye and glance her way, not too happy about getting his sleep interrupted. “Bor-bor, I think we’ve hit the jackpot”, the bandit announced cheerfully as she grabbed some dirt and spread it over her clothes and face. For a good scam, she needed to look the part, after all. Damsel in distress would do. The horse neighed, not too interested, but got up anyway. Pebbles was startled by the sudden movement and flew to Crow’s shoulder for comfort. The bandit happily indulged the little corvid by scratching his head. “Let’s put on a show and scam some innocents, shall we boys?”

[ray935sworld]

🐢 Okay so, since you've successfully got me into reading Pedrenzo fics, I stumbled across a prompt post here on tumblr and wanted to share my thoughts because I am just building their fic characters in my head:

https://www.tumblr.com/creativepromptsforwriting/775565516211404800/dialogue-responses?source=share

To me, if Dani asks "Did you just say...", Jorge replies with 6. Not because he doesn't want to tell Dani again how much he loves him. But because it means so much and it's so precious and he is super afraid of Dani not liking him back and willing him away and then everything would fall apart for Jorge. But he is also too afraid to say exactly that because it means talking feelings and being vulnerable and he isn't used to that and doesn't want to make a fool of himself.

And the other way round, Dani says I love you first, Jorge asks if he heard correctly, then Dani replies with either 3 or 9, which in a Pedrenzo context kind of comes to the same conclusion of Dani knowing how sensitive Jorge can be when it comes to loving and being loved. And Dani is secure in his feelings and he is pretty damn sure that Jorge must feel the same way somewhere inside of him and if necessary, he will hold him tight and force him to listen to how much Dani loves him until he believes in it as well.

I would LOVE to hear your thoughts on that Pedrenzo constellation!! Sending the love and forehead kisses treatment your way as always ❤️

Okay first off I am VERY proud to now at least having dragged two (2) people down the pedrenzo rabbit hole. They are perfect. They are the best and everyone should love them. I need to write more about them again. I have so many unfished one shots with them. ANYWAY-

Oh and I am giggling and kicking my feet that you care about my opinion on this. Feeling very honored rn, hoping not to disappoint

Okay so Jorge uses prompt 6 (Im not going to say it again) is very on point in my opionion, if we are talking about the earliest days (like 2010 maybe even sooner if you want some more drama and a possible situationship turns relationship). Like he had to say it because it was too much in his head and he was nervous and he would have burst if he hadnt said it. Kind of like nr 8 (I couldnt hold it in any longer) but he would never say it. So now he said it and its away and the pressure is gone and now he fears that Dani doesnt feel the same. Perfect. Chefs kiss. He's playing tough. Like you said he feels vulnerable and he doesnt like it so he refuses to repeat it. So perfect decision.

I also think nr 4 (Only if you say it back) would be perfect in that situation but only if their relationship is a little more ahead. Like Jorge would have to be already a little more secure in their dating/ relationship, like he would feel the spark. Like he knows there is a chance that Dani will say it back but he isnt sure. But with nr 6 it's still early and he is more unsure, maybe even doubts that he will say it back. You know what I mean?

(In general I assume it's saying I love you for the first time btw cause if we are talking about an established relationship with Jorge being sure of them he would tease and play around and pretend they are still teenagers if Dani hits him with "Did you just say you love me". Like he would be like "Did I say whaaaaaaat? No. No no. Why would I say that? are you crazy? You wish, Perosa!" with the biggest smile on his face and nudging him in the side. OR he would be completly dead panned like "You're my husband of course I said I love you"... Okay now you got me thinking about an amnese AU where Dani loses his memories and they don't know it yet so when Jorge comes in all stressed and worried and tells him that he was worried and that he loves him and he can't lose him and Dani stares at him like O_O "Did you just say you love me" I think Jorge would absolutely lose it)

Okay with the roules reversed, Dani would definenitly responde like that. My favorite is nr 3 actually. Like it really brings the reassurance you mentioned and is very soft. Nr 9 is great too but I feel like it has a little teasing vibe but maybe that's just me. For me it sounds like Dani would expect an I love you back wish would be more for a sitaution where Jorge is more reassured in himself and there dating.

I'd also like to point out for Dani using nr 5 (someone had to say it) for I think obvious reason. Imagine a season filled with tension maybe with them being rivals with benefits that clealry turns more into somth like dating (like they stay together after having sex, cuddle or do a movie evening instead, get food together which feels more like a date, casually kisses). But obviously Jorge wouldn't be the one adressing the chnage cause he is scared that it will ruin everything and that he is misinterpreting things and for Dani it's just casual (while Dani invites him to his house, cooks dinners, rents his favorite movie all while wearing nice cloths. And Jorge thinks it's casual - idiot.)

Or for the drama nr 10 (it's probably not what you wanted to hear). Hear me out (could also be Jorge saying it. For Jorge saying it after he fucked up on track/ accidentally crashed Dani. Maybe?). Jorge wins the 2010 title. He is high after winning and happy and he is being stupid, so he teases Dani who rolls his eyes and is all like "I already congratualted you, what else do you wanna hear?" And Jorge just smirks like "What else do you have to tell me?" assuming he gets insulted (look me in the eyes and tell me 2010 Jorge wouldnt get a kick out of being cursed at after winning the championship, that little shit) and the Dani hits him with the "I love you." Blink. Blink. "Did you just say you love me?" "It's probably not what you wanted to hear-" And only then Dani realizes what he said. AND OOOOOOH Dani is getting EMBARESSED. He is trying to run and hide and disappear. Jorge then just kisses him and they have a teenage make out session.

Thanks for the treatment and sending all the love and forehead kisses right back at you. I'm always so happy to see your icon in the ask box ❤️

[incorrectsanderscharactersquotes]

Patton: Have you ever broken a bone?

Remus: One of my own or someone elses?

[ohwell-itsme-but-danganronpa]

https://www.tumblr.com/creativepromptsforwriting/697009891221667840/to-start-off-small-ill-only-be-accepting-5?source=share

Imagine if you will, Miu Iruma in post-game recovery, having seen the episode with the fourth trial, deciding to gather her trampled courage, pad it out with anger and wrap it up in acting on the impulse right away so she doesn't lose any and decide to go kick a man laying down, because in friendships you get mutuality and Ouma and her are going to keep the score even 10 reincarnations down the line. He looks like death, but she still shakes when she sees him, tells herself she's just eager to twist the knife and locks the sneer in, "How does it feel to be all alone?"

[liaromancewriter]

Passing Time

Premise: It’s a long drive to Naveen’s cabin, giving Cassie to reflect on recent events. Set during 1.16.

Book: Open Heart Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Cassie Valentine) Rating/Category: Teen. Fluff. Words: 1,130

A/N: Submission to @choicesjunechallenge prompt "fantasy". I'm using @choicesflashfics week 39, prompt 2 (in bold). Also using #3 Grumpy Affectionate dialogue prompts from @creativepromptsforwriting. Tagging for reblog to @creativepromptfills

Cassie Valentine watched the scenery gradually change once they left the Boston area. Low-rise office and apartment buildings competed with strip malls and box stores built near interstate exits to attract suburban shoppers.

Eventually, the vista gave way to evergreen trees and those beginning to bloom again after a harsh New England winter planted along either side of the highway.

The view was monotonous, but thankfully, she thought the drive wasn’t excessively long and checked her wristwatch. The stop at Harvard Medical School’s research building to collect the phage therapy had taken longer than expected, and the sun already hung low in the sky.

Her phone remained silent, and she took that as a sign that Dr. Banerji was still holding on. Landry would have texted or called if his status had changed. At least, Cassie hoped so.

Two months ago, she’d have said she knew Landry Olsen very well. But now she wondered if she saw the person she wanted to see, not who he really was.

They had bonded on the first day of residency over their mutual admiration for Dr. Ethan Ramsey. But the man was also the source of their fallout. Landry’s jealousy of her bond with their medical hero had caused him to sabotage her career.

She rationalized that Landry could’ve tried to get to know Dr. Ramsey. Even before she knew about Naveen’s condition, she had tried to get Ethan to notice her. But her former friend had been content to pine from the sidelines, never once introducing himself properly to the other doctor.

She’d had to ask for Ethan’s autograph on Landry’s behalf, for crying out loud!

“Are you okay? Is it Naveen?”

Cassie turned her head at the alarm in Ethan’s voice beside her. His brows furrowed in concern as he glanced at the phone in her hand.

“Yes…I mean…no,” she stammered. “Sorry! I was lost in thought.”

“Must have been something bad,” he drawled, accelerating to overtake the car before them. “You looked ready to go into battle.”

“Nothing quite so dramatic. Although,” Cassie mused. “I suppose fighting for my medical license would fall in that category.”

“An apt analogy,” he said quietly.

Cassie twisted in her seat to face Ethan. “Have you ever been subject to an ethics trial?”

She wondered if she had gone too far, but he answered anyway.

“No, but I’ve skirted close to the line. All good doctors do,” he added. “Our work isn’t black or white; the answers aren’t always obvious. So, we have to take chances even if, and especially when, the outcome is uncertain. Naveen taught me that.”

His voice hitched on the last, and she found his vulnerability incredibly appealing. The companionable silence stretched as the car ate up the miles.

Cassie glanced at Ethan out of the corner of her eye, surreptitiously studying the scruffy jaw, the corded muscles of his neck and how his Adam’s apple moved when he swallowed.

She felt her cheeks turn red as she recalled standing in his bedroom, her naked butt plastered against the floor-to-ceiling glass walls. Her hands locked behind his head, pulling him close while his tongue repeatedly brought her to the edge of completion.

His hands gripped the steering wheel, and she remembered how tightly he’d clasped her hands in his last night just before their hips connected. Her mind wandered into a fantasy that was just as good as reality.

He was clothed now, but she’d run her hands across the taut muscles of his chest and strong shoulders last night. Her nails had raked down his naked back before her palms cupped his ass, her hips rising to meet his hard thrusts, her moans matching his grunts.

Oh god. She’d had sex with the Ethan Ramsey!

“Now what?”

She must have made a sound, for he briefly took his eyes off the road to stare at her, an eyebrow quirked in question.

“We had sex, Ethan,” Cassie blurted, losing her composure at the sight of impatient blue eyes, so much like how she remembered them from the first time they met.

He smirked. “Yes, we did. Multiple times if I recall correctly.”

Amused, Ethan winked at her before switching lanes and exiting the interstate. The car slowed to a stop at a red light at the top of the off-ramp, and he grinned at her.

“Are you blushing? Didn't have you pegged for a prude, Cassie.” His fingers traced her hot cheeks, and he stared intently at her lips. “Especially not after you mooned all of Boston last night.”

“Oh, just shut up, I’m not blushing!” she protested, wondering if there was any way she could check her reflection in the overhead visor mirror without Ethan noticing.

He chuckled, the deep rumble reminiscent of round two last night when she’d begged him to let her climax after he’d teased her over and over with his hands and tongue. Just like then, the sound sent a spike of lust and arousal through her body.

“For the record,” he drawled, leaning in, his lips hovering above hers. “You’re cute when you’re embarrassed.”

Cassie waited for the kiss with bated breath, but the light turned green, and the driver behind them honked.

Ethan lifted his hand in a wave and took his foot off the brake, turning left to join the country road toward Naveen’s place. Cassie remembered the turn-off from the drive earlier today and knew they had maybe fifteen-twenty minutes left.

Time to get serious, she lectured herself. Naveen and Landry were highly observant, and she needed to keep her emotions for Ethan under wraps.

A short while later, they were on a dirt road and could see the top of Naveen’s cabin ahead. Ethan parked the car beside a wood shed, switched off the engine and just sat there, staring unseeingly at the cabin walls outside.

“There’s still hope, Ethan,” she said gently, remembering his self-incriminating words earlier about letting his mentor down. “For you and Naveen, too. Your relationship isn’t broken.”

“I don’t know what we are, but I miss what we were,” he said. His earlier lightheartedness was replaced by profound sadness.

“And what is that?” she asked.

“Naveen believes in you, and I do too,” she insisted when Ethan didn’t respond.

Ethan twisted his lips wryly. He covered her hand resting on the console between them and squeezed it in silent gratitude.

Cassie longed to wrap her arms around him and pull him close in comfort. But someone might be watching from inside, and their alone time was at an end.

“We should go in, Dr. Ramsey,” Cassie said, pushing the car door open.

Ethan shook himself out of his reverie and turned to give her a small smile. “Yes, our patient awaits, Dr. Valentine.”

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