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Fanfic100 Challenge Prompt List

Fanfic100 Challenge prompt list. I am not officially part of the forum but I still would like to participate. (Posted both on FF and AO3). Posting FF link here because FF.net doesn't have a place to post collections like this (like AO3 does).

The list is below the cut.

1. Beginnings 2. Middles 3. Ends 4. Insides 5. Outsides

6. Hours 7. Days 8. Weeks 9. Months 10. Years

11. Red 12. Orange 13. Yellow 14. Green 15. Blue

16. Purple 17. Brown 18. Black 19. White 20. Colourless

21. Friends 22. Enemies 23. Lovers 24. Family 25. Strangers

26. Teammates 27. Parents 28. Children 29. Birth 30. Death

31. Sunrise 32. Sunset 33 . Too Much 34. Not Enough 35. Sixth Sense

36. Smell 37. Sound 38. Touch 39. Taste 40. Sight

41. Shapes 42. Triangle 43. Square 44. Circle 45. Moon

46. Star 47. Heart 48. Diamond 49. Club 50. Spade

51. Water 52. Fire 53. Earth 54. Air 55.Spirit 

56. Breakfast 57. Lunch 58. Dinner 59. Food 60. Drink

61. Winter 62. Spring 63. Summer 64. Fall 65. Passing

66. Rain 67. Snow 68. Lightening 69. Thunder 70. Storm 

71. Broken 72. Fixed 73. Light 74. Dark 75. Shade

76. Who? 77. What? 78. Where? 79. When? 80. Why?

81. How? 82. If. 83. And 84. He 85. She

86. Choices 87. Life 88. School 89. Work 90. Home

91. Birthday 92. Christmas 93. Thanksgiving 94. Independence 95. New year

96. Writer’s Choice 97. Writer’s Choice 98. Writer’s Choice 99. Writer’s Choice 100. Writer’s Choice

[pink-wasteland]

Just leave already (kkm)

“If you don’t want to be here then just leave already!” Wolfram pushed Yuuri another step closer toward the shimmering fountain, the back of his legs bumping against the ledge.

“Wolfram! Be careful!”

“Be careful? That’s all you have to say to me? Why should I be careful when you clearly aren’t.” He shoved him again, face twisting in anger. “Just go already!”

“Come on Wolf, I don’t want to leave with things like this between us.”

Green eyes flashed dangerously and Yuuri could see sparks of fire popping like fireworks behind his head, “So you ARE planning on leaving! I knew it!” He pushed him once more, sending the double black tumbling over the edge, landing with a shallow splash. Wolfram swung his legs over the barrier between them, black boots sloshing in the water as he glared down at Yuuri, vicious intent in his eye.

“Wolfram! You know I just can’t abandon my family. I have a duty to them too, I’m more than just Shinma’s king!”

“Yuuri...”

Yururi wasn’t used to hearing this tone of voice out of his normally snarky prince and it sobered him, “I already know what you’re going to say, Wolfram.”

But apparently Yuuri has misread his fiancé’s sudden change in attack, because he could have never dreamed he’d hear such a thing from a pretty boy like Wolfram.

“You always have a home here with me, Yuuri.”

The honestly in those green eyes felt like a dagger too his heart and Yuuri wondered if this was the same man who had tossed him in the fountain just moments ago.

“I- I want you to know that we’re also your family, Conrad, Qwendal and I. Mother too, of course. No matter what; whatever you decide; you’ll always be one of us.”

“Wolfram....”

“I just need you to know that before you make a decision.” He rushed on, “I don’t want you to think this is only about your place as our king. That’s important, but you, me, Greta. I don’t want to lose that, Yuuri.”

He raised tan fingers to cup the prince’s pale cheek. “You really think I’d leave you and our daughter and never come back?” Yuuri smiled gently, “I know she’d be alright, but I don’t think you could handle being left behind. No matter how many times you call me a wimp.”

“You are a wimp.” Wolfram breathed, relief flooding him. He leaned down to grab Yuuri’s free hand, pressing it to his lips and then his chest, “But you’re also right. I can't bear to be without you anymore.”

Yuuri beamed back him, “My selfish prince, what am I going to do with you?”

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A/N: Just some bullshit I wrote for no reason. Happy pride.

[clairelutra]

ends

Of course it’s her, was all Chat could think as his months-long search for his fated partner came to an end with a dizzying crash. Of fucking course it was her.

He was starting to suspect divine intervention. Or witchcraft.

Because every single time he thought he was moving on from his hopeless crush, every time he thought he’d finally be able to stop swallowing that bitter pill when she smiled like that at anyone else, finally be able to stop stumbling over his words when she smiled like that at him, every single time...

It ended up being her.

Girl that had him blushing all night at his first masquerade ball? Marinette.

Person he ended up exchanging notes with during his computer class through all of his last year of collége? Marinette.

Super awesome superhero who was protecting Paris actual real live supervillains like it was a piece of cake while he ran himself ragged trying to catch a few common muggers? It was Marinette.

Falling in love with your best friend was hard.

It was hard and nobody understood.

Especially not said best friend, who was now dangling them both from some conveniently-placed overhang in her yo-yo line, her adorably ferocious glare melting away into shock.

“Adrien?!” Ladybug whisper-hissed, shocked and horrified.

Yep. That was him.

“What are you doing here?” she half screeched, like a pet owner who’d come home to find her house ruined.

Chat could relate.

Not getting over you, obviously, he did not say.

(Fuck his life.)

“Well,” he sighed, letting go of his momentary betrayal and helplessness on the breath, “I was trying to catch a mugger.”

“A mugger,” she repeated flatly.

“I think he got away,” Chat confessed, craning his neck to look at the street below them.

“Adrien...” Ladybug started, and then stopped. “...You know, everyone in Paris thinks you’re some kind of... destructo cat-burglar.”

Chat twitched.

“I know.”

“I thought you were some destructo cat-burglar.”

“Ouch.”

“Sorry.”

He gave her an arch look. “I don’t believe you.”

Ladybug breathed deep, a millimeter away from an exasperated sigh. Then, in a comically robotic voice: “You’re Chat Noir. I can’t believe it.”

He managed to hold onto the look for only a few seconds longer, and then burst into snickers. “Sailor Moon and a meme. Nice.”

“Only because I love you,” she said, easy as breathing, and it took everything in Chat not to catch his breath, to keep laughing like nothing of note had just happened.

Of course.

Of course it was her.

[pink-wasteland]

Lady Day (MLB)

“Come on, Princess. Indulge me. I did save your life after all.” Chat Noir winked, presenting his hand with a flourish.

Marinette rolled her eyes but nevertheless grabbed his hand. “If I must.”

He whirled her around the rooftop before pulling her close. “If someone had told me I’d be dancing with you tonight, I would have said I’m never that lucky.”

“Oh can it, cat. Don’t push it, dancing to some cheesy old love song with you is bad enough without your annoying idea of flirting.”

“Meowch, Princess.” His playful tone left a sour taste in her mouth. She meant for her words to scathe, but somehow he made it seem like this was nothing more than friendly banter between them.

“Be careful, you might actually convince me you don’t enjoy this.”

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beginnings

They meet as children.

Marinette is seven years old when she’s invited to Chloé’s birthday party for the first and last time, and Adrien is six, being dragged to what feels like the millionth time when all he really wants to do is stay home and play Mario Kart.

They meet while mutually trying to find a hiding place good enough that neither of them will be found again, and become friends so fast their mothers get whiplash.

Marinette is thirteen when she realizes that what she’s feeling isn’t just friendship anymore.

Adrien turns sixteen before he examines why the thought of Marinette growing away from him is so utterly terrifying.

They’re eighteen when they get their Miraculous.

Separately.

(Because where would we be without our love square, really?)

It’s only a few weeks after that that Marinette finds out Adrien, for the first time in history, has shown an interest in someone.

"C’moooon,” Alya was cajoling Adrien as Marinette walked into the room. “I know you like her. You just gotta tell her! Be brave! You can do it!”

“Ah, actually,” Adrien interrupted, sounding a bit like this wasn’t the first time he’d tried. “It’s... It’s not who you think it is.”

(It was only sort of half-occurring to Marinette that they were talking about crushes as she trudged up the stairs to her seat, mostly unseen.)

There was a beat, as she moved to set her bag on her desk, where Marinette could almost see Alya blink at him, and then:

“A-actually,” Adrien repeated, scrubbing the back of his head. “I'm... It’s, ah, actually Ladybug I was talking about earlier --- th-the girl I have a crush on, I mean.”

Marinette missed her desk.

Marinette missed the next step.

Marinette’s heart missed its next few scheduled beats.

What.

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hours

Adrien didn’t wish it often, but sometimes he wished that Plagg could powernap just a little bit faster.

They’d been trapped in this room for hours.

Ladybug, crouched against the wall with her forearms rested idly on her knees, watched him pace. “Chat?”

Adrien, feeling much too weak and, well, naked to be Chat, stopped anyway. “Yeah?”

Ladybug pursed her lips, studying him for a moment before saying, “You... do know this wasn’t your fault, right?”

He glanced pointedly at the small cataclysm-induced landslide blocking their way out that very much was his fault.

Ladybug’s brow wrinkled behind her mask. “No, I mean like... everyone makes mistakes."

He raised his own brows.

Not that it was that odd for Ladybug to spout stuff like this on occasion, but it usually weren’t directed at him. He was used to mostly just getting compliments in various degrees of off-handedness and backhandedness from her. Touchy-feely conversations had never really been their forte.

She, as per usual, followed his thought process to a tee, and wrinkled her nose at him. “Yeah, yeah... But...” She regarded him for another minute, and then said, “I mean, even superheroes make mistakes. I’ve made a ton of them. It’s not... well, it’s not the end of the world, you know?”

She was going for reassuring, and he was a little bit reassured, but he kind of wondered what he must look like to bring her to actually trying to talk about this.

“Well,” he still couldn’t help but point out. “It’s kinda more likely to be the end of the world if we screw up, you know?”

And the akuma is still out there, went unsaid.

“Yeah, but we’re also a lot better at fixing it too,” was her rejoinder, the light in her eyes catching him and holding him to the spot, the quirk of her lips hypnotically confident.

Adrien swallowed and looked away, cursing his pulse for faltering.

His partner stretched and sighed, arms above her head and her muscles flexing under the skintight suit, and then said, “Seriously. I... know I don’t say it much, but you’re doing really well. I’ve had months of practice by now, and you’re almost better at this than I am.”

“Lies,” he said, just this side of too raspy, her words warming him from the inside out.

She smiled fondly at her palms. “I’m... really glad to have you around, you know.”

Fffffffffffffff...

“I’m glad to be here,” he mumbled, cheeks tingling almost painfully hard. He scrubbed the back of his neck. “And I’m glad... I’m glad you’re not alone.”

Her bright, soft smile said, see? That’s what I’m talking about, and Adrien sighed.

That look was going to stick with him longer than they’d been stuck in here, he just knew it.

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outsides

“And here we are, my princess.”

Was the nickname worth the jab in the chest when it made her smile like that? It was absolutely worth the jab in the chest when it made her smile like that.

“Fla---... flatterer,” Ladybug-cum-Marinette yawned as she left his arms and touched down next to the back entrance to their school. “Careful with that mouth of yours. It’s gonna get you in trouble one day.”

“I’ll be careful,” said Chat, much more awake than his partner, who’d just spent the last twelve hours in a self-sustaining time loop. “Only for you, ma belle.”

She rolled her eyes, a fond smile playing around the corners of her mouth, but the sound of skidding footsteps cut off her retort, and they both looked up to find...

“Alya?”

The journalist blinked first at Marinette, who, now that he thought about it, looked rather suspiciously tired and sweaty, then at Chat, who was also tired and sweaty, though for much weaker reasons.

Alya’s mouth formed a perfect ‘O’.

Chat could see the cogs click into place. He wondered if it was too late to go back to fighting Timebreaker.

“A-A-Alya?” Marinette asked, interrupting the staring contest as the name falling on the tail end of another yawn. “What are you doing back here?”

“I could ask you the same thing,” said the far more alert of the two, and Chat wondered if he should intervene somehow, or if he’d just make it worse.

“Mnnh,” said Marinette, stretching distractingly out of the corner of his eye. “Chat was just... dropping me off.”

Alya’s eyes almost glowed.

Did he save Marinette from their friend’s reporter tendencies and risk giving her the scoop himself, or just leave well enough alone and trust their friend to not pick up the scandal they were almost laying out for her?

“That was nice of him,” said Alya, faux casual as she sidled past him to grab Marinette by the elbow, squinting suspiciously at him as she did so. “How do you know him?”

“Oh,” said Marinette, laughing. “We’re---”

Chat raised his eyebrows at her from behind his mask.

Marinette’s smile froze on her face. “Th-that is, we, um. We just met! Ahaha! He saw me walking here and offered to give me a ride! Nothing like... well. Um. I’ll stop talking now.”

Alya looked from her exhausted mess of a best friend to the exhausted mess of a suspected supervillain, and said, “I... see.”

...Well, it could be worse, mused Chat, slowly dropping his face into his waiting hand so he could press the heel of his palm to his forehead. It could have been raining, too.

Right on cue, thunder rumbled in the distance, a dramatic threat for what would most likely be a quick summer shower.

...Fuck his life.

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middles

For the first few months after they get their Miraculous, they work alone.

It’s not really intentional so much as that it takes them that long to figure out that they’re supposed to work together.

Looking back at it, Marinette almost wants to laugh.

And also cry.

Because for those glorious three and a half months between Ladybug’s appearance and Adrien figuring out that it was her, he was in love with her.

Or, well, interested in her the way he’d never been interested in Marinette --- the way Marinette desperately wished he was interested in her.

(She suspected the skintight suit was to blame; Adrien might have been the politest person Marinette knew, but she also knew that Adrien was a healthy teenage boy.

Maybe if she walked around in a catsuit...?)

But between Adrien’s ill-gotten case of lovebug and the mysterious appearance of the man who’d just brought down one of Paris’ oldest monuments, those three months were hell for Marinette.

And then, of course, she met Chat Noir.