Stories

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[leonidas-writes]

"oh, please explain how this is my fault." with althaia & elizabeth 😋

The vigilante she'd been fighting was dead silent behind her. She wasn't sure if she was conscious yet, her only clue was that she'd shifted about ten minutes ago. Then...

"Know what, Demeter?"

"Enlighten me."

"This is your fucking fault." She felt her expression twist in affront.

"What?! "

"You heard me."

"Oh, please explain how this is my fault." Posideon huffed.

"All I wanted was to stop a robbery, and then you fucking show up. Get so caught up in me you won't listen when I tell you there's someone behind you, like I've ever resorted to tricks like that to win!" Another huff.

"If I'd known that fucking Dazzle was gonna be there, I'd have just stayed home." There was quiet for a minute before she heard her spit.

"Did you just-"

"Shut up, it's liquid." A moment later, she heard plastic break, felt Posideon move behind her. Then the zip ties around her own wrists gave way, and she shook her hands out, turning to look at the vigilante.

"...Thanks. Temporary truce?"

"Sure. Let's go kill a guy for kidnapping us."

"No killing."

"Mm, we'll see."

[leonidas-writes]

"tell me you love me ... please." with jess/hannah. 😋

Jess knew her faults. She was quick to anger, loudmouthed and stubborn. She was hard to love, she knew it. Jessica Park was not a woman who was meant to be loved.

But oh, she adored Hannah. Hannah was brilliant, kind, funny, hot. Jess would've cut her arm off if it'd make her happy.

(She knew, of course, that most people didn't think things like that. She knew that her parents were both utterly insane, that their level of devotion wasn't normal. She still felt justified whenever one of them said something similar to the thing she thought about Hannah. Similar to the feeling that she'd tear the world apart with her teeth to make Hannah look at her.)

(She was a damn violent thing, she knew.)

Kissing Hannah, arms wrapped around her, as her girlfriend(?) was perched in her lap, all she could think was... She wanted to hear her say it.

She pulled back, breathing hard, one hand moving to her cheek.

"Hannah..." Hannah gave a curious noise as she kissed the corner of her mouth, as she kissed down her neck and Jess' hand fisted in her hair. "Tell me you love me... Please."

Hannah paused, hands resting on her chest, pulling back to study her.

"...Have I not said it before?" Jess looked away a bit, looking back at the low, hurt sound Hannah made. "Jessie... Jess, I'm so sorry. I love you." She kissed her quickly.

"I love you." She kissed her jaw.

"I love you." She said it between kisses peppered down her neck, between sounds of want. When Jess tugged her hair, she looked up, met her eyes.

"I love you too, Hannah." Her beautiful, wonderful girlfriend smiled warmly.

"I know, Jess."

[leonidas-writes]

"Well, which way, smartass?" "Uh. We might be lost." with josh/jack 😋

Josh crossed his arms, foot tapping impatiently as he watched Jackson.

"You know that doesn't help me focus at all, right?"

"You know it's been twenty fucking minutes since we were supposed to get there, right?"

"Do you think your dyslexic ass will be any better at reading the map?" Josh huffed, looking away.

"Yeah yeah." A few moments of quiet passed.

"...Well? Which way, smart ass?"

"Uh. We might be lost."

"You-! Fucking gimme the map!" A moment of wrestling later, Josh had the map, and twenty minutes later, they had made it to their destination, both very cross with the other.

[ohisms]

✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄, 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄, 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 .    (  a collection of  dialogue prompts centered around saying "please".   feel free to modify phrasing as desired.  )

please just be honest with me.

oh, please explain how this is my fault.

please don't look at me like that.

please, let's not do this here.

for once, could you please stop pretending?

please just kiss me, i can't stand it.

please don't walk away from this.

all you have to do is say please.

please, i dare you to try and stop me.

please don't tell anyone i said that.

i said please, so technically you have to say yes.

please tell me you brought snacks.

please don't take this the wrong way.

please, i've waited so long to hear you say it.

i said i'm fine, please just drop it.

please don't lie just to make me feel better.

please don't judge me for what i'm about to do.

please just let me help you.

if you love me, say it. please.

just stay here with me all day. pleaase?

please don't ruin this for me.

please just leave me out of it.

tell me you love me ... please.

can you please slow down?

please tell me there's still a chance.

can you please just get some sleep?

please, i don't want to lose you again.

i'm not asking– i'm begging you. please.

please don't make fun of me.

i want you to leave. please leave right now.

please, it's nothing.

i don't like to beg, but... please.

pleaase? i promise it'll be fun.

tell me it's a lie. please.

come on, please? just this once?

please don't jump to assumptions.

please, [ name ], just stay here.

you promised ... please.

please. i need you to trust me.

please don't go.

i know i don't deserve it, but please forgive me.

please, let me fix this.

did i hear a 'please' in there somewhere?

please. one more minute, that's all i'm asking.

oh please, as if you've never done it.

don't ask me to choose. please.

please don't tell them where i am.

saying 'please' over and over won't change my mind.

please? ... pretty please?

please don't make me beg.

please tell me i'm wrong.

can you please give me a hand with this?

[leonidas-writes]

"I'm your bodyguard. It's in the job description to protect you at all times." "Well, could you at least 'protect' me from over there?" with jack/anna 😋

Anna didn't get why her mom had given her a dedicated bodyguard again. She'd been fine for three years. Just because the Seymours were being dicks didn't mean she needed full time protection!

"Annastasia, you need to stay where I can see you."

She groaned, dropping her head onto the bar.

"Do you have any idea how hard it's gonna be to pick someone up with you standing right there?"

"Yes, I do, and I apologize, but-"

"What, are you gonna have to watch us fuck if I do manage it?" He took a deep breath, meeting her gaze.

"I'm your bodyguard. It's in the description to protect you at all times."

"Well, could you at least 'protect' me from over there?"

"No. Because your mother would skin me alive if I let something happen to you just because you weren't happy. I don't work for you, I work for your parents."

"So I'm sorry, but you can either suck it up, or I can have the assign my cousin to you. And I guarantee that she will stab the first man that looks at you wrong, and your night will be ruined."

His posture straightened and he, damn his height, looked down on her.

"Do we have an understanding, miss Park?"

"...Yes, Mr. Alonso."

[leonidas-writes]

"Come on, this isn't funny." "I'm not joking. It's locked." with elizabeth/althaia 😋

Play 11 Minutes In Heaven, Meredith said. It'll be fun, she said. Now she's looking at Elizabeth Fucking Seymour, who's glaring at the door like it personally offended her.

"Come on, Liz. Open the door."

"I can't." Trust her to take the opportunity to try and make up for ghosting her.

"Elizabeth."

"Althaia."

"Come on, this isn't funny."

"I'm not joking. It's locked." And oh. She wasn't. The set of her shoulders was wrong, there was no mischievous glint in her eye.

"...They actually fucking locked us in here?"

"Yeah, I guess!" Liz huffed, leaning against the door. "Fuck sake. Why can't anyone leave well enough alone?"

Her eye twitched. Elizabeth Seymour, asking why people couldn't leave well enough alone?

"You're one to fucking talk." Liz threw her hands up.

"And here we fucking go again! I apologized for being a bitch, I gave you your space, what do you want?!"

"I dunno! An explanation for you vanishing would be nice!"

"I realized there wasn't space! You picked him! Can you just drop it already and move on?!"

"What do you mean I picked him?! There wasn't a choice between you two! You vanished, Elizabeth!"

"Which of us fucking vanished first?! Do you have any idea how much time you spend with him?!"

"Yes!"

"Oh, cool! So you're aware you only spent two hours hanging out with me one week! So you're aware you rescheduled a picnic three times and I had to remake the food! So you're aware everything fucking revolved around him! So you're aware you chose him!"

There was a moment that the only sound was Elizabeth's heavy breathing, before she turned away from her. There were tears in her eyes and Althaia watched her hide them.

"Liz..."

"Forget it, Althaia. Just. Please, forget I said anything. I am glad you're happy." Althaia stared at her until the door opened, and could only watch as she slipped past Meredith.

"...What happened?" She bit her lip.

"...We made choices."

[stormyskies-writes]

Forced Proximity Dialogue Prompts

Haven't done one of these in a while.

"Come on, this isn't funny." "I'm not joking. It's locked."

"Is that the only tent we have?"

"There's only one bed." "Well, darlin', I'm not sleeping on the floor, so I guess we'll have to share."

"I'm your bodyguard. It's in the job description to protect you at all times." "Well, could you at least 'protect' me from over there?"

"You have got to be kidding me. I have to share a room with you."

"What do you mean there's only one sleeping bag? You had one job."

"Quit following me!" "I was hired to follow you, princess, better get used to it."

"What the hell is that noise?" "Uh, yeah, slight problem. We're out of gas."

"Where are you going? We're in the middle of nowhere!" "Yeah! And whose fault is that?"

"Look around, love. In case you hadn't noticed we're snowed in. So unless you plan to freeze to death, we'll have to find a way to keep each other warm."

"I may be stuck with you, but I don't have to like it."

"Is now a bad time to tell you I'm claustrophobic?"

"Your heart's racing. Now, I know being pressed up against me is exhilerating and all, but I'm trying to concentrate on picking this lock."

"What are you? Afraid?"

"Uh. Slight problem. We're trapped."

"Well, which way, smartass?" "Uh. We might be lost."

[leonidas-writes]

desire & fear for. Jack i say 💖

Desire: Jackson's greatest desire is to feel loved, by someone outside of his family, for more than his body. He plays up being a slut, but. He's very insecure about actually being loved. He would of course never admit this, the insecurities or the desire. He doesn't like talking about his feelings, he'd rather make sex jokes.

Fear: Ties into his desire. He's afraid that no one will ever love him. That he's been too much, that he'll scare everyone off, that one day even his family is going to stop laughing at his stories. That he's pushing them all away. But he can't express that, so he's more, and he says I'm yours over and over, and it is a plea and a beg and he needs to be told yes, you're mine.

[cityandking]

oc asks: not-so-nice edition

alone: How does your OC deal with loneliness? Have they ever been completely alone before? How do they act when there's no one around to see them?

betrayal: Has your OC ever been betrayed by someone they thought they could trust? Has your OC ever betrayed someone who trusted them?

bound: Has your OC ever been imprisoned or captured? What happened? How did they get out? Did the experience leave any scars?

break: What would cause your OC to break down completely? What do they look like when that happens? Has anyone ever seen them at their lowest?

desire: What's one thing your OC wants more than anything in the world? Are they open with that desire? Why or why not? What would they do to fulfill it?

failure: What's your OC's greatest failure? Have they been able to move past it? Does anyone else know about it?

fear: What is your OC's greatest fear? What do they do when confronted with it? Are they open with their fear, or do they hide it away?

future: What's the worst possible future for your OC? Are they taking steps to avoid that outcome? Are they even aware it's a possibility?

ghost: Who or what haunts your OC? What happened? How do they live with their ghosts?

guilt: What is your OC guilty about? How do they handle their guilt? Do they try to avoid guilt, or do they accept it?

hate: What does your OC hate? Why? How do they act towards the object of their hatred?

heartbreak: Have they ever had a relationship that ended badly? Experienced some other kind of heartbreak? What happened?

hide: What does your OC hide? Why do they hide it?

hunt: Who or what is your OC hunted by? A person, a feeling, a past mistake? Is your OC able to let their guard down, or are they constantly alert?

mask: Does your OC wear a mask, literally or figuratively? What goes on beneath it? Is there anyone in their life who gets to see who they are under the mask?

midnight: What keeps your OC up at night? Do they have nightmares? Fears? Anxieties? What do they do in the small hours of the morning when they should be sleeping?

mistake: What's the worst mistake your OC ever made? What led to them making it? Have they been able to fix it? How have they moved on?

monster: Is your OC monstrous in any way? Is there something that makes them monstrous? Are they aware of their own monstrosity? Do they accept it or reject it?

nightmare: What does your OC have nightmares about? How do they deal with their nightmares? Do they tell people, or keep it to themself?

pain: What's the worst pain your OC has ever felt? Do they have a high pain tolerance?

secret: What's one secret your OC never wants anyone to know about them?

skin: How comfortable is your OC in their skin? Do they grapple with anything that lives inside them—a beast, a curse, a failure, a monster? How do they face the smallest, weakest, most horrible version of themself? Are they able to acknowledge it at all?

torture: Has your OC ever been tortured? Would your OC ever torture someone else?

wound: How does your OC handle being wounded? Are their wounds mostly physical? Mental? Emotional? What's the worst wound your OC has ever experienced?

[toastyglow]

writing prompt askbox activities

(my inbox is closed, don’t send these to me, I just like coming up with them)

1. make up the title of a parable or fairy tale from a fictional world (kastor and the three red horses, how the bilburd got its engines, the bastard’s socks), send it to me, and I will write the parable/fairy tale

2. send me three emojis, and I will come up with a premise based on them

3. make up and describe a location, and I’ll make up/describe two to five characters you might meet there.

4. send me a Want and a Need (this character wants: a burrito/a scholarship/revenge for their mother’s death - this character needs: a hug/self-actualization through dance/to give away their mother’s only heirloom) and I’ll write a short scene basing each main character on one ask

5. send me a relationship trope from a made-up world (bull-tamer/bull-speaker, false gods to lovers, and there was only one brain) and I’ll write a snippet using what I imagine that trope to be

6. send me a Hard Opinion about a fandom/property that doesn’t exist and I will reply in kind

7. send me the first line of a short story or poem, and I will write the rest of it

8. make up a crime from a fictional world (star perjury, grand theft buffalo, money sundering) and I will write about a character committing that crime or being put on trial for it.

9. send me a weird high concept (die hard meets my little pony, the fast and the furious meets romeo and juliet, lord of the rings meets house m.d.) and I will attempt to make a compelling premise out of it

10. vague and dubiously workable bonus prompt: in the voice of a character you have made up, send me a letter.  I will attempt to respond with my own letter in a way that changes the meaning of the letter you sent.

[creativepromptsforwriting]

Touches Ask Game

Prompts for writing human connection, intimacy, belonging.

Hand-holding

The purest form of human connection.

tiny hands in big hands

calloused hands in soft hands

cold hands in warm hands

hands with the perfect ratio to each other for hand-holding

platonic hand-holding

running their thumb over the other’s hand

dancing with their hands holding onto each other

squeezing hand for comfort and encouragement

holding hands across the table

happily doing everything with just one hand, if it means they don’t have to let go

not wanting to lose each other in a big crowd

possessive hand-holding

linking hands together during sex

grabbing hand to show them something

loosely holding onto each other’s hands, laying in one’s lap

only linking the pinkies together, not ready to let go completely

holding hands while skating

excitedly grabbing each other’s hands during a concert, jumping up and down together

playing with each other’s fingers

pressing the other’s hand against their cheek

holding hands while one is balancing on a small wall

grabbing the other’s hand to pull them back from something

holding hands under the table

only realizing it when they have to let go

standing in front of each other, holding both their hands

holding their hands above their head, fingers linked together

passionate hand-holding

grabbing the other’s hand so they don’t fall

holding hands while running through the rain

brushing against each other, linking fingers together for a second

grabbing their hand to grab their attention

not really paying attention, both doing something else, but still holding hands

bandaging the other’s hand and not quite letting go

holding hands while driving

grabbing the other’s hand to pull them back to them

unconsciously searching out each other’s hand while sleeping

not realizing they’re holding hands till someone points it out

swinging hands back and forth, skipping like children

holding hands in a museum to pull them to the next exhibition

letting go when there is an obstacle in their way and immediately grabbing each other’s hand again when they pass it

loosely holding onto each other’s hand

dragging the other with them, holding their hand

raising the other’s hand to their lips to kiss it softly

holding hands while jumping down from somewhere together

comparing hand sizes, then linking fingers together

Hugs

A warm embrace.

friendly hugs

hug around the waist

hugging while twirling around

comforting hugs

side hugs

hugging and gently holding the other’s head

pulling someone into a hug

hugging while walking

eye-to-eye hugs

hiding their face in the other’s neck

clinging to each other

hugging while lying down together

group hugs

hugging with head on shoulder

tender embrace

‘not wanting to let go’ hugs

hugging from behind

bear hugs

hugging with hands in each other’s pockets

cuddling

hugs and kisses

hugging and jumping up and down together

familiar hugs

hugging with height-difference

gentle hugs

hugging with patting on back

piggy back hugs

quick hugs

hugging while slow dancing

one-sided hugs

hugging while straddling the partner

long-lasting hugs

‘picking them up’ hugs

hugging while grabbing butt

cuddle pile

Kisses

Showing affections.

goodnight kisses

hand kisses

smiling while kissing

lips barely touching

morning kisses

slow kisses

passionate kisses

kisses on the cheek

first kisses

goodbye kisses

welcome home kisses

kisses on the corner of their mouth

frustrated kisses

kissing each other breathless

soothing kisses

nose kisses

kisses as a promise

short pecks

forehead kisses

kisses on head

“we’ll face this together” kisses

kisses in the rain

life-or-death kisses

kisses for a cover

hard kisses

giggling while kissing

desperate kisses

neck kisses

hushed conversation in-between kisses

eyelid kisses

gentle stroking of cheeks

small kisses

kissing it better

jaw kisses

wake-up kisses

kissing away tears

public kisses

relieved kisses

kisses for comfort

tummy kisses

kisses to shut them up

slowly kissing down the body

“we’ll see each other again” kisses

kissing each finger

sleepy kisses

angry kisses

feather-light kisses

kisses with trembling lips

secret kisses

kisses with their last dying breath

Touching

Feeling another human’s touch.

touching foreheads

running fingers through hair

hiding face in neck

caressing the other’s hand

feeling their pulse

patting the other’s head

holding hands

shielding the other one with their body

listening to the other’s heartbeat

spooning at night

laying their hand on the other’s neck

pushing a strand of hair behind their ear

nudging the other one

putting an arm around the other’s waist

hugging each other

massaging them

holding the other’s chin up

squishing the other’s cheek

high fiving

bandaging/stitching up an injury

kissing the other’s brow

falling asleep on the other’s shoulder

carrying the other one in their arms

whispering in their ear, lips touching the skin

stroking the other’s arm soothingly

kissing the top of their head

pulling the other one towards them

feeling for each other in the dark

tickling the other one

grabbing onto their arm

doing a pinky swear

caressing the other’s back

tasting their smile

washing the other’s body

kissing their bruises and scars

lifting the other one up

putting their head on the other’s chest

stroking their leg

leaning into the other’s side

patting them on the back

sitting close and knees touching

braiding the other’s hair

giving them a piggy-back ride

sitting on the other’s lap

feeling their temperature

linking arms with each other

touching their elbow to get their attention

dancing with each other

holding onto the other’s shoulders for support

putting a hand over the other’s mouth to shut them up

Hand-holding|Hugs|Kisses|Touching

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[leonidas-writes]

askbchfl Your writing is very good and I was reading through & I. Saw the 200 prompts post PFFT. Whenever you get to them, I know motivation is hard. 💖 90. & 111. Your choice whoever it is!

90. Will couldn't help being insecure. He hadn't grown up with compliments from every side like Jackson had. Everyone wanted Jack, but... No one seemed to want him. Watching Anna, his love, study him with a gentle blush, it made him worry. He leaned toward her, deflecting with humor.

"You know if you look at the sun too long you'll go blind, yeah?" She looked at him, smiling a bit but... Confused, too.

"What? Will, he's not the sun." He faltered a bit.

"I know, I was just making a joke."

"But he's not the sun. He's very dreamy, but he's not the sun. You are." He felt his cheeks flame, and ducked his head, his girlfriends soft laugh making him smile.

"And here I thought I was supposed to be the smooth one." She kissed his cheek.

"Too bad. Title stolen." He grinned at her, his worries mostly forgotten.

111. John wasn't the most quiet person, but he was far from the most talkative. He tended more to leaving notes for his loves than telling them things in person, because he knew he'd stumble over his words if he tried to say them himself. But Josh was dyslexic. It'd be rude to leave him a note instead of just saying it to him. So he'd practice, and braced himself, and now he was in front of Josh, who was looking at him curiously, openly.

"...I love you, Josh. With every fiber of my being. You're gentle and caring when I need you to be, defensive of me to a fault, so willing to do whatever it takes to keep me safe. I adore you, even if you make it hard to think. You've bewitched me, body and soul. My sweet love..." He trailed off as Josh stepped closer.

"You could've stopped at 'I love you', but thank you for saying all that." Josh kissed him, gentle and warm, and John melted against him. When they pulled apart, John poked his nose.

"You just don't like when I get all frilly with my words."

"Untrue. I'd have just been content with 'I love you', and the rest was an added bonus." John chuckled, kissing him again.

[leonidas-writes]

10. psithurism, 15. balter, 20. sweven and 24. meriggiare with anyone!! 🥰💖

psithurism - the sound of wind rustling leaves

The lake was always beautifully clear, the little waterfall at the back providing wonderful white noise. Her head was pillowed on Will's chest, and his heartbeat was steady and slow beneath her as he slept. There was a breeze, keeping the summer heat away, and moving the trees, the leaves, making the perfect mixture of cacophony and symphony. Her eyes slid closed, and she joined Will in slumber.

balter - to dance gracelessly, but with enjoyment

It was celebration that they'd drunk in, and now they were well and truly sloshed. Josh was holding her, silent and far away, chin on her shoulder, and she'd marvel later at how distant he stayed despite her constantly shaking with laughter. Will was laughing too, upside down on the couch and having had the genius idea of sticking a straw in his drink so he could still drink without sitting up. John and Jackson were absent, but Anna didn't care too much right then. Jackson had gotten pushy and John had gone to putty and so they'd left the room to have their fun. Anna perked up a bit, throwing her arms up.

"We should dance!" Will grinned, pushing himself up. He stood and grabbed her hands and Josh made a noise of dissent as she pulled away, but he watched them quietly. And their dancing was sloppy and so clearly drunken but they didn't care. They laughed and held each other and when they fell, Anna landing on top of him, they simply howled with laughter. It was worth the headache in the morning.

sweven - a dream

There was a king in front of her, his black crown crooked upon his head, and he was smiling, hand held out to her. And they were in her palace, and she took his hand, and they started dancing. He passed her off after a moment to a knight in white armor, her knight, she knew. And they danced, and then she was spun into the arms of the king's knight, and she leaned into him a bit. But even as she danced with her king and their knights, she knew something was wrong. When she saw the man standing at the side of the room, the scene changed, violently and apruptly. They were at a bar, and he was serving her, and she knew him, she knew him, she knew him. And he spoke but there was no sound, but she could picture his voice so clearly. And he turned and started walking away from her and desperate, searing panic bubbled up in her throat as she reached for him. He fell.

She snapped awake, breathing heavy, tears in her eyes and not sure why.

meriggiare - to rest at noon, more likely in a shady spot outdoors

Josh had brought her to the meadow, had curled up with her under one of the trees. And she was still shaky, still in pain, but he was here and the painkillers would kick in soon and she would be fine, she had him so she'd be fine. She closed her eyes, trying to enjoy the cool of the shade and the warmth of his body. She'd be fine.

[leonidas-writes]

okay, 8. w/ Will, 16. w/ anyone but i thought it'd be really cute if this one was with one of the kids included, 22. with all of our idiots annnnnd 30. w/ god of the stars jackson!! or your choice, i'll love them all no matter what!! 🥰💖

Apricity - the warmth of the sun in the winter

Will was a ray of sunshine on a rainy day, always bright and warm when someone needed him to be. A gentle hug and a quiet joke, or screaming songs at the top of his lungs, whatever they needed. And if what they needed was held, he was wonderful at it. Warm arms and a frame large enough to engulf most people. It was one of the things his lovers enjoyed so much about him.

Verklempt - completely and utterly overcome with emotion

"She's so tiny." Josh was sitting next to her and studying Fia, holding one of her hands as she ate. Anna was holding her, staring down at her, and nodded a bit.

"She'll get bigger." Jackson was standing at Josh's side, arm wrapped around him, smiling. Will was against her other side, just staring at her, while John sat at the edge of the bed, writing eagerly. And she couldn't help it, looking at all her boys, holding their daughter, tears started falling. And Josh wiped at them, frowning a bit, but she just grinned, leaning into his hand.

"Isn't she perfect?" Will kissed her cheek as Josh grinned, and Jackson leaned over him to kiss the top of her head. John just nodded, smiling.

Basorexia - the overwhelming desire to kiss

Will was confessing. To him. Josh just stared at him. And he spoke such sweet things, about him. When he was done talking, he didn't look at him, just continued staring at their hands. And oh, was this what desire felt like? He moved his hand under Will's chin and pushed it up, pressing their mouths together. And Will seemed surprised, for a second. And then he was kissing back, gripping his shirt, and Josh decided that yes, this was exactly what desire felt like. It was heat in his veins and Will's shirt in his hands and his lips against his and not drawing back until they had to breathe. And Will was trying to talk, but he couldn't help himself. Just a few more kisses. Then he'll be done... Probably.

Astral - of or relating to the stars­

Anna stared, quietly, at the god before her. Dressed in a vest and loose pants, he looked so much like the murals. But they never depicted his star-bright eyes, or his brilliant grin, or the way he practically shone against the black of night. And he held his hand out to her, and she took it. They danced, and she wondered, idly, if this was what the stars did all night. Dance together. If they taught him, the way they taught him stories. When his chin rested atop her head, when her cheek was to his collarbone, she marveled at how warm he was. Were the stars warm too?

[leonidas-writes]

okay, so: 2. aspectabund and 9. messaline with Anna, maybe a boy?? 9. w/ a boy(s) talking about Anna is GOOD SHIT but your choice!! 13. w/ all of our idiots and 17. cruore w/ Josh 😊💖

Aspectabund - letting emotion show easily through the face or eyes

Anna knew she could lie well, could hide anything she didn't want known. But, with Will and his friends it was... Harder. For some things, at least. Joy and delight she was used to letting show, or at least, used to faking. But she knew the tilt of her head as she smiled fondly at Josh's idiocy by heart now, knew the exact way her mouth curled at Jackson's horrible jokes, even as she protested them. She was also becoming increasingly aware of how much she failed to hide the more comfortable she got with them. A too-forced laugh, and John's hand was in hers. Letting herself slump against him too much, and Will's arm was around her, thumb rubbing up and down on her shoulder as she found her fight against sleep suddenly much harder. She didn't know when it got so easy to let them see. She wasn't sure if it was a bad thing.

Messaline - soft lightweight silk with a satin weave

Anna curled into a ball, blankets pulled tight around herself, tears in her eyes. Today had gone to shit. Her father was furious and so she'd shown up to Will's limping, and she hated the pity, the worry, she just wanted to hang out and not think of any of that. And then she broke down crying in front of them all. At least Josh had steered her into another room, talked her through the tears. But she burned the sauce she'd been helping make and so they'd changed the entire dinner plan because they'd only had enough for one batch of sauce. As she shifted though, there was something stunningly soft against her face. And then she remembered the pillow case that John had gotten her. Messaline, he called it. She called it soft. She buried her face in it, enjoying the texture, the silent reminder that they cared, that they wanted her safe and happy. She managed to fall asleep not too long after.

cafune - the act of running your fingers through the hair of someone you love

Josh's head was in her lap as she played with his hair. Will's fingers were in hers, braiding it carefully and neatly, humming to himself. John was curled up with Jackson, sleeping soundly, and Jackson was smiling fondly as he played with John's hair. The house was warm and there were cooling cookies and she'd probably be asleep before they were done. Josh certainly would be. She'd have to ask Will to wake her up.

cruore - it literally means “flowing blood”

Josh had never had an issue with blood. Not his own, not others. But answering Anna's panicked texts and climbing through her window, he felt sick as he saw the slick red on her hands. He shot to her, checking the wound, the disgustingly red wound, figuring out what he needed to do before he ran and got the first aid kit and sewed her up and bandaged her and he'd never been relieved to not see blood before, to not see red spilling from someone. He was used to indifference, not this.

[shannaraisles]

Writing Challenge Prompt List

scrosciare - the action of rain pouring down or of waves hitting rocks and cliffs

aspectabund - letting emotion show easily through the face or eyes

pyrrhic - won at too great a cost

rubatosis - the unsettling awareness of your own heartbeat

trepverter - a witty response or comeback you think of only after it’s too late to use

hiraeth - a homesickness for a home to which you cannot return, a home which maybe never was; the nostalgia, the yearning, the grief for the lost places of your past

resfeber - thrill felt before an adventure

apricity - the warmth of the sun in the winter

messaline - soft lightweight silk with a satin weave

psithurism - the sound of wind rustling leaves

lapidoso - full of stones, said of roads or of the bottom of a river

liberosis - the desire to care less about things

cafune - the act of running your fingers through the hair of someone you love

ignipotent - presiding over fire

balter - to dance gracelessly, but with enjoyment

verklempt - completely and utterly overcome with emotion -

cruore - it literally means “flowing blood”

marcid - incredibly exhausted

temerate - to break a bond or promise

sweven - a dream

petrichor - the pleasant smell that accompanies the first rain after a long period of dry weather

basorexia - the overwhelming desire to kiss

whelve - to bury something deep, to hide

meriggiare - to rest at noon, more likely in a shady spot outdoors

ansare - to hardly breathe, to be out of breath

arcuate - arched; bow-shaped

morituro - of someone who is next or destined to die

noceur - one who stays up late

selcouth - unfamiliar, rare, strange, and yet wonderful

astral - of or relating to the stars­

[leonidas-writes]

A thing inspired by the discord! Aloy, if raised by HEPHAESTUS.

Rost was hunting, not expecting anything other than machines and animals to cross his path. A young girl was a shock, especially when she raised a well crafted metal spear toward him.

"Stay back, human!" He paused, tilting his head.

"Human?" Her brows furrowed.

"Yes. You're a human."

"Are you not?" She looked at him like he was crazy, equal parts offended and confused.

"No! I'm a machine, dummy. Can't you tell?" Ah, she was playing pretend. He smiled a bit.

"Ah, yes. Now I see it. My apologies, little machine. Do you have a name?" She nodded a bit.

"Aloy. HEPHAESTUS says 'alloy', but I like it better as Aloy." He hummed in agreement.

"Yes, I agree. Aloy sounds much better. Do you have a bedtime, Aloy?" She shook her head. "Okay. Is there a time... HEPHAESTUS wants you home by?"

"Before I fall asleep." He frowned a bit.

"I see. Well, if you're going to be out here a bit, would you like to watch me hunt?" And suddenly the fire was back in her eyes, and the tip of the spear pointed at his throat.

"You won't hurt any machines."

"I promise." That seemed to throw her off. "I will not hurt any machines today. Not unless they try and hurt me first." She studied his face, and then her stance dropped.

"They won't! What are you hunting if not machines?"

"Foxes. Boars, if I see any. Geese." She moved to his side as he started walking.

"Are you gonna eat them?" He nodded. "Can I try some of what you make? Since I'll be making sure none of the other machines hurt you." He chuckled, nodding.

"Of course. Now, you must be quiet when I tell you to be, alright?" She nodded, and he turned his attention to the woods, answering questions when asked.

***

Aloy was wrapped up in a blanket, watching as he cooked. She was a curious child, asking about everything. When he added an herb she'd ask what it was, and what it did, and why he used it over something else. And he would explain, the best he could. She was quieted by a warm bowl in her hands.

"It's rough, but smooth at the same time. And it's not super hot, despite having hot stuff in it!" She grinned at him, taking the offered spoon. "Why doesn't it heat up?"

"Because wood does not heat the same way that metal does." She had explained to him that her world was metal, like that of the Old Ones. That the person who raised her made machines, that she could command them. It was much to take in, and explained why she called herself a machine. "Eat, please." She took a bite of the stew, and her eyes widened.

"This is so good!" She started eating with gusto, and he chuckled, starting to eat his own stew. At least he'd shown her humanity had some good qualities.

***

She was gone when he woke, and there was a pile of materials near the entrance to his clearing. Atop them were Carja runes, carved precisely into the metal, that read 'THANK YOU - HEPHAESTUS.' He snorted softly as he read them and looked over the parts. It seemed he wouldn't need to go hunting for anything other than game for a while.