#prompt 18

[writersisland]

“You can't fix me. I’ll never stop craving the scent of your blood. One day I’ll lose control and tear you part. Do you really think I'd be able to stop once I get a taste of you?”

“I don’t care.”

“I’ll kill you one day.”

“I can think of worse things to happen.”

“I can’t.”

[healerstail]

"You said you couldn't reach us, reach me, despite how easily your heard our prayers. No matter how much you wished it your voice was never truly heard.

Thus I wield The Voiceless Moon. I hold fast to your tenants and open my heart to the star.

Hope, solace, shelter, and love. From you, through me, to us all."

[sunnysidestuff]

pictionary

Fictober 2025 - fanfiction (World Trigger )

Prompt #18 ("I think I see it.")

Triggers: None

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“It’s a wolf!” Yuma insists, though it looks more like a quadrupedal being from an alternate dimension. They were playing Pictionary to kill time and to bond as a team. Nobody had been able to figure it out, so Yuma had to tell them, though they were seemingly very surprised that they weren’t able to figure it out.

Osamu and Chika looked at each other. Was this what wolves looked like in the Neighborhood?

Hyuse holds his chin in his hands. 

“Hmmm. I think I see it.” Hyuse hums as Yuma jumps up and down, happy that someone actually got it. 

‘Yeah, I think that is what wolves look like in the Neighborhood.’

It wasn’t necessary to speak out about Osamu and Chika’s thoughts; they were evident through the silence.

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[alphieshplife]

Lilac - @moonchaser-microfic - wc: 591

Lilac represents first love and young love

While all his friends are excited for their first trip to Hogsmeade ever, James is nothing but nerves. See, for most of his peers, the first trip to Hogsmeade is an opportunity to hang out, spend money, and get away from the castle. For James, it’s the perfect opportunity to ask his three-year long crush on a date. Finally. 

He has no reason to be as nervous as he is–practically shaking. He’s been practicing for weeks with Sirius, but asking Remus is just…different. Of course, it is. But the worst he can say is no, right?

After spending three days avoiding the conversation, Sirius makes it a point to drag Peter out of the library one afternoon while they’re all supposed to be studying, insisting that the other two Marauders stay behind and continue their Potions essays. James glares at him as they walk away, but he can’t help but feel grateful. 

“What was that about?” Remus asks, and James’s stomach turns. Whether at being alone with Remus or finally having no excuse to avoid asking him on a date, he’s not sure. Either way, it’s not helping the jitteriness he feels. 

“No clue,” James lies. He can feel his face heating up, and for a moment he almost cries. He’s blushing. How embarrassing. 

Remus shrugs and turns back to his parchment, and for a moment, James does the same. It doesn’t take long for him to come to the conclusion, however, that if he doesn’t ask him now, he won’t do it at all. “Hey, Remus?”

The other boy looks up, and James nearly swoons at having Remus’s honey brown eyes on him. “You okay?” he asks, and James realizes he’s just been staring for about twenty seconds too long.

“Hogsmeade,” he blurts out. Oh Merlin. This isn’t going according to plan. There’s a jolt in his stomach, urging him to abort the mission. But he’s a Gryffindor, darn it, and he can do this. Remus tilts his head in confusion, and James thinks his heart skips a beat due to how adorable it is. “Us–well, you and me, that is–butterbeer together, maybe?”

“Erm…what?”

Right, of course. Nothing he’d said made any sense. James hangs his head and curses under his breath, then inhales deeply, before looking back at Remus, this time at the center of his forehead rather than his intoxicating eyes. 

“Would you want to get a butterbeer together in Hogsmeade?” he asks, just like he’d practiced with Sirius. “Just you and me.”

“Just you and me?” Remus asks, and James nods. “What about Sirius and Peter? Won’t they want to come?”

James’s heart sinks just a bit, but he forces himself to keep his spirits up. It wasn’t a no just…confusion. Maybe James hadn’t been clear enough. 

“A date,” he says, again spitting out words without thinking about them properly. “I–I’m asking you on a date. I don’t want Sirius and Peter to come, I want…I want to go on a date with you.”

Without his permission, his eyes wander back down to Remus’s, only to find the other boy looking back at him in wide-eyed shock. “You want to–to go on a date? With me?”

James shrugs, smiling shyly. “Yeah, I–well, I fancy you, so–”

“Yes,” Remus interrupts. James’s heart jumps. 

“Yes?” he asks, almost in disbelief. Actually, there’s no almost about it. He definitely doesn’t believe it. 

 But then, Remus says, “Yes,” again. He says yes and he’s smiling, and he’s blushing and–

And James Potter is officially dating Remus Lupin. Wonders truly never cease. 

[amalthea-felsblood]

"Winner, every hand, every time."

[hetakinkmeme]

I hope I'm doing this right. I would like to read about a deeply lonely and stubborn nation (England) falling in love and being rescued of their loneliness and bitterness. I am partial to UkFr because France would be a bright character to save England or even EngCan, but I wouldn't mind other pairs as long is not usuk or speng. All the love to the person who fills the prompt and hugs to the creators of this blog.

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[a-drabble-a-day]

Prompt #18

The Curse

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Harry laid flat on his back, unable to move, unable to speak. 

Only the tips of his fingers remained under his control, and nestled within their dubious grip was a bright red rubber ball.

Above him, a cascade of silvery blonde hair fell across the evil smirk on Malfoy’s face, his palms pressed heavily into Harry’s chest, as he held himself perfectly still.

“How do you like my curse, Potter?”

Harry’s eyes flared with indignation, but his futile attempts to struggle only made the red rubber ball slip ever so slightly out of his fingers. Panicked, he crushed it with disproportionate violence.

The smirk on Malfoy’s face widened, his voice full of glee,

“Remember, Potter. If you drop the ball, everything stops. And I’ll leave you here until the curse lifts itself. But,” he drawled, as he dug his fingers deeper into bare flesh, “If you’re very, very good, we can break the curse together. When you come.”

At those words, Draco began moving again, slowly but surely, lifting and lowering himself on Harry’s needy cock, moaning indulgently as he set a maddening pace. 

Harry groaned inwardly, unable even to voice his frustration, his breathing ragged with lust as he was brought closer and closer to the edge, then abruptly drawn back again each time. 

Again and again, he was toyed with and teased, Draco pleasuring himself above, as Harry laid helpless and motionless, all his need channelled into gripping the red rubber ball with all his might, because if it stopped now, he would go mad.

Finally, he felt Draco beginning to lose control, his pace becoming faster and harder, unholy noises falling from his lips. With abandon he fucked himself deeply and roughly on Harry’s cock, until Harry heard his own voice screaming with release and felt Draco collapsing on his chest as he was plunged into darkness.

The curse was lifted.

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[chocoblep]

#18: Plotting a Hunt

Prompt: Hackneyed

Kismet drummed his fingers on the table, watching as Anzhi pored over the parchment he had gripped in his hands. The blonde’s ears twitched as he read, and though there was a slight blush present on his cheeks and a smile on his face, his brows were furrowed in thought as his blue and gold eyes roamed the page. It took him a good few minutes to really absorb the contents of the page.

“This diagram is a little chaotic, but I think I see what you’re trying to do. So, to pull this off, you’re going to have to get cooperation from someone that’s not either of us to send him on a task,” Anzhi finally said, turning his eyes to Kismet.

“Yes,” Kismet replied, finger-drumming stopping and ears straightening as he caught Anzhi’s tone. Maybe there was hope for this plan.

“And then that task leads him to several places, where he will find clues, and eventually that leads him to the Limsan docks.”

“Correct.”

“And then you do the big reveal?”

“Yes! And I propose a trip to our island–”

“You propose?” Anzhi cut in with a sly smile.

Kismet just laughed, but his ears angled back a bit in embarrassment, his cheeks warming. “You know what I meant!”

“Kismet! You’re blushing!” Anzhi’s eyes twinkled mischievously, and he put the paper down to rest his elbow on the table and his chin on his upturned hand. “Does that mean you’re planning to?”

“Well, if I was, I’d be asking for your blessing, now, wouldn’t I?” Kismet countered, reaching up to toy with the braid hanging over his shoulder. Anzhi’s odd-colored eyes flicked to the nervous habit, and then back up to Kismet’s face.

“Well, is this you asking me for my blessing?” he asked, his smile widening.

Kismet’s fingers paused on his braid, and he briefly contemplated burying his face in his hands, but instead he swallowed hard and leaned forward, folding his hands atop the table to keep them from trembling. Why was he suddenly nervous? He knew the dynamic they had, he knew if he did ask, Anzhi would say yes, but being faced with the prospect of the actual answer had his heart hammering against his ribs.

Finally, he looked down to his hands, breathing out a heavy breath. “Yes. That was going to be the topic I broached next.”

The squeal that met his ears was loud enough that he pinned them back atop his head, looking up in surprise, but Anzhi wasn’t sitting across from him anymore. Instead, he was dancing around the table to throw his arms around Kismet’s shoulders with an excited giggle. “Do it! You have more than my blessing!”

“It’s not too… I don’t know, cheesy? Overused? A scavenger hunt leading to a big gift?”

“And a proposal!”

“And a proposal,” Kismet sighed, “though let’s be clear, it would likely be a handfasting like ours was, not an officially recognized marriage. If he says yes.”

Anzhi squeezed him a little tighter before letting go. “It’s still a promise, and I think it’s perfect. He loves cheesy things, and I don’t think anyone’s ever sent him on a hunt like this, so it’s not going to lose its meaning on him.”

Kismet blew out a breath. “There’s no ring, Anzhi. We’ll have to figure out something else.”

“I think I’ve got an idea,” Anzhi immediately answered, and Kismet couldn’t help but laugh.

“Have you been thinking about this!?” he asked, almost accusingly, and Anzhi gave a little shrug as he returned to his seat across from him.

“Only since you moved in,” was the nonchalant reply.