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[corpatrem]

i didn't ask you to be my parent. (for Ben teehee, sorry daddy 😘)

STRAINED FAMILY DYNAMICS-THEMED PROMPTS.

A SLIGHT SURPRISE RAISE of his brow as Ben sits down across from her after they had finished dinner and he had finished up with the dishes. A glass of scotch is in his hand as he glances at her, trying to get a read on the look that she was giving him. He takes his time, sipping calmly at his drink, letting the liquor settle wonderfully through him as he exhales a tired breath.

“Is that what’s going on here?” He asks dryly, looking at her calmly. “I’m old enough to be your parent, but you know where the door is, if you’re not happy.”

[corpatrem]

🫣 Kiss the receiver for the very first time. (Ted 👀)

kissy kissy prompts

IT'S NOT SOMETHING HE EXPECTS. Hell, it's everything he wants, but Teddy isn't delusional; there is a fine line of expectation and desire that he knows that there is rightly so a boundary. Daenerys is out of his league in so many different ways and for so many different reasons, and Ted is pretty certain he's fucked it up one too many times to be taken seriously as a...prospect.

But what is it that the kids say these days? He doesn't feel old; he pretty sure he isn't, not really. But he feels clumsy and out of practice, and ' SHOOT YOUR SHOT ' seems less like a rallying cry to live life without any regrets and more like a recipe for incredibly disastrous & society-leaving embarrassing result.

He feels like a puppy dog in love whenever she enters the room, and it's no different now when he's walking her back up to her apartment. He can barely get any words out; honest to god he's usually a lot smoother than this, but in the next moment, there's a twinkling of laughter from Daenerys and suddenly, her soft lips are against his and Teddy instinctively kisses her back because holy shit!

If he's stunned, it's because his brain hasn't caught up to the rest of his body, and Teddy takes a moment to catch his breath. "That's --...you...meant to do that, right? Like that wasn't --...you didn't just fall and happen to kiss me, right?" And then, that dazzling, boyish smile as he looks almost giddy. " --- Because uh --... I definitely wouldn't mind if we did that again."

[mvnces]

@draconisa ; starter call .

There are, technically, several advantages to being awake as early as he is. Some type of health benefit, too, if all the shiny magazines on display in the grocery store checkout line is to be believed. But the only one that John genuinely cares about is the local coffee shop being freshly open for the day and mostly empty. Only two or three people other than himself are present with the only sounds being the baristas working and the soft folk music playing from the speakers.

He lingers closer to the pastry display case, half-heartedly contemplating the treats. He takes a small step to the side at the sudden presence to his right with the assumption that it is just another costumer trying to look. And his bulk is in the way. “Sorry.”

[starfallcn]

@draconisa

People were dancing all around Arthur, drinking, laughing, and fucking. A little while ago, a girl probably his sister Allyria’s age had come up to him, lifted up her skirt, showed him her garters, and called him Daddy.

Kids, these days, Arthur thought as he watched the dance floor carefully. He didn’t really understand them. He had said something about being at sixes and sevens to a blonde bartender and she had laughed her head off.

He walked through the gyrating mob to where Dany, his best friend’s sister and the person he guarded, was standing. “Are you ready to call it a night?” he shouted over the deafening music. “Or are we going to be here until dawn again?”

[valiantsword]

@draconisa sent: My muse fixes your muse’s tie/dress/jacket, their hands brushing  against their skin for just a moment.

arthur's blazer was still resting against the back of the chair in front of daenerys's vanity and his brown leather shoulder holster was exposed to the room. not such a big deal in the privacy of their own space but later, at the gala, others might get a little jumpy seeing the guns under his arms. not that he really cared. what he did happen to care about was making her life more difficult than it needed to be. otherwise, he'd walk in there with a whole host of guns strapped to his person just to make a god damn point.

fingers brush along his neckline, making him look down. she's fixing the stiff collar around his neck and the satin tie beneath. was he frowning? he was probably frowning. he tended to do a lot of frowning when he had to escort her into a tightly packed space.

" sorry. " the blonde forces himself to focus on the present instead of all the floor plans and exist strategies in his head. a large hand slides against her hip and he leans in to press a kiss to the tip of her nose. " got lost for a second. "

tilting his head to the side, arthur mentally starts tracing the angles of her face. light catches the highlighter against her cheek and the colors around her eyes. he's not sure if it's paranoia or otherwise but dany doesn't seem her usual self before a large gathering. " something on your mind, love? or is there something i need to know about tonight? "

[valiantsword]

@draconisa sent: a kiss to wake up your lover in the morning.

sleep had never been arthur's friend. too many things on his mind. anxiety, some might call it. the problem only got worse after his younger sister morgawse played her hand and tried to have him killed. he could've stayed to fight for the power he'd been told his whole life would be his but, in reality, he didn't care enough for it and arthur always wondered if that made him less of a businessman than uther wanted.

oddly enough, however, once he'd crossed paths with dany a lot of things started to change. bearing witness to pieces of her world helped him process pieces of his own which, apparently, was enough to help him actually fall asleep some nights and not sit on the couch like a man waiting for an army to breach.

tender lips find his, pulling him through the tease of dream that never fully found form. muscles tense in that breath it takes him to remember it's safe to be vulnerable. the register of dany's warmth beside him helps let his body relax.

" hey, " his head tilts towards her but his eyes remain closed a moment longer. one of his calloused hands slides up her arm to the back of her neck so that his thumb can trace small circles over the curve where it meets her shoulder. " you okay? "

[valiantsword]

@draconisa said, " one  thing  I  do  know,  don't  you  get  bit. "

everyone was gearing up for the raid. arthur was standing in his own small corner of the makeshift town, making sure he had enough to get him through his travels. snacks, a canteen full of water, strips of clean cloth for whatever wounds may arise, and a few other items to help him for the next few days. the immediate area was picked clean, judging by the past few attempts at scrounging for supplies. they'll have to move farther out in order to even attempt getting what they need.

mentally, arthur had been preparing for this since he stopped moving around and found a community to take him in. luckily, the small farm plots were starting to yield food but that didn't account for medicine, clothes, and other necessities.

an easy smile finds him, which is incredibly rare these days. he doesn't have the time to unpack that or how it is that dany manages to make it happen to easy.

setting down the machete he needs to strap to his back, an arm slides around her shoulders. " is that worry i hear? " the corner of his lips turn up. " don't worry, princess. zombies haven't gotten me yet. i'm more durable than i look. "

[copycaat]

@draconisa asked:

💋 throws this at you before I can second guess it - send for a kiss from kakashi (4/5)

There's a little boy holding his hands up towards her, around waist height. He takes her hands and tugs them until she bends closer, and plants a sloppy, wet kiss on her cheek. A few feet away, Kakashi winces, and sweeps closer to pick the kid up and settle him on his hip.

"Sorry," he says, trying to dry Naruto's soaking, cheeto-colored mouth with the edge of his sleeve. "Your secretary was entertaining him with uh, some shit about how Europeans greet each other or--"

"Shit!" Naruto cheerfully repeats, "Kakashi, you said shit! You need to put a dollar in the swear jar when we get home!"

"Right, absolutely I do," Kakashi agrees with the seven year old fervently, squeezing him a little bit like that might make him shut the hell up for a second. "Ma'am, this is my, uh, son, Naruto--" They don't look in any way related, and Kakashi, despite his exhausted and generally beleaguered old man air, doesn't really look old enough to have a kid this age.

"Kakashiiii-" that, and the kid calls him by his first name, gripping him by both cheeks to look him in the eye, his lower lip starting to wobble. "Say hello, it's polite."

"Um," he says, "Right." Stuck between making the kid apparently cry from his own rudeness, or pissing off Dany by invading her space, he settles on a secret third thing: reaching for her hand, quickly lifting it to plant a kiss on the back of it, and then dropping it again like a hot rock. He doesn't pull his surgical mask down. "Good morning, ma'am. Naruto, don't call that a cop-out, you're supposed to ask girls before you kiss them, remember?"

If you really want to conjure up a ghost / Cultivate a space for the things that hurt you most / Rake the sands until they surface / Bind their tiny eyes