#prompt 38

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Prompt #38

Hero (Write a tribute to someone you regard as a hero)

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To me, a hero is someone who keeps going, despite. 

Like Frodo. He’s a hero in a big way. He kept going despite the impossibility, the despair, the hardship, and the Ring slowly driving him insane. He kept going despite having an out. Someone would have taken it (if he’d pressed hard enough), and it could have been someone else’s problem. But he did not. And because he did not, everyone was saved.

Like Mina Harker. She kept going despite knowing nothing about the entity that had driven her then-fiance to ferality and condemned her best friend to eternal damnation. No, no. She sat down and chugged through paperwork like a demon and compiled all the information needed to direct the powers of an eccentric Dutchman, her now-feral husband and her best friend’s polycule, thereby possibly saving all of England.

And also like my offspring, who kept going despite the tears, the snot, the despair, and the fear of failure. But did she finish that rope course? Yes, she did. Crying all the way? Oh, absolutely. But also insisting she needed to finish the rope course, and did so despite her legs shaking, tears blurring the way (and making me look like a cruel parent who made her finish the rope course, I DID NOT. HONEST) and snot dripping on my head. And because she did, she’s now my little hero, who made my day. And earned us both ice-creams.

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prompt #38

"With all due respect, I don't give a shit."

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Hi! If it's not too much trouble, may I ask for prompt 38 with William Moriarty in Viking!AU? For some reason, I can easily imagine this very British gentleman taking on a role of viking tribe leader (who knows why ^^")... Thank you for accepting my previous request with William - I absolutely loved it! 💖💖💖

# tags: scenario; strangers/lovers; kinda romance; mostly angst; drama too; viking!au; slave!reader; inspired by vinland saga; mention of sexual harassment and death; bruises and blood; suggestive

includes: gender neutral reader ft. william james moriarty {mtp}

author’s note: thank you for another request, my precious anonnie! hope you will like it too :)

38. “You love flowers, right?” “Yes… I love flowers very much.”

Viking expeditions and their popularity among Scandinavian countries had their greatest apogee between the ninth and eleventh centuries of our era. At that time, specific royal families began to gain fame, as well as some names of the most murderous ascomanni around the globe. The Vikings and their trusted companions were warriors known for their strength, cunning, and animal instincts. Of course, the highest-ranking men were also characterized by above-average intelligence and knowledge, but definitely their prevailing features were bestiality, the desire to have large property and as many women as possible.

The leader of the most famous Viking clan in the extreme east of England – William – however, felt no urge to plunder or kidnap women for his own pleasures. He preferred talking to the city’s merchants, scientists and also bartenders, who by far had the longest tongues (and real alcohol). His name was respected even among great rulers, and business with him, though expensive, was by far the most valued and worth every coin.

Traveling by ship around European, Scandinavian and American countries was a kind of adventure for William, but above all also hard work – learning languages, cultures or even traditions of different peoples. From every place conquered or visited by him, the young leader learned as many lessons as he could; he learned the techniques of poisoning enemies, riding bisons weighing several tons or the technique of gluing shoes by himself. He learned about the religion of many minorities, but also boasted considerable interest from women and girls slightly younger than him. As a Viking, he saw many beautiful landscapes, tasted many delicious dishes and specialties, listened to folk music and gained indescribable amounts of gold, gems and jewelry.

However, there was the other side of the coin; he not only saw beautiful things, but also witnessed the death of people close to him, the cries of women and small children begging for mercy, he saw ships and cities burning, he himself administered justice to enemies and gave orders that a normal person would never even think of. He was at once an angel with a wonderful smile, but also a devil craving power and respect. He was disgusted with nobility and at the same time had as much money as the king.

Yet he has never personally raised a hand against a child, nor has he ever harmed a woman; he often spoke to them, showed them a way of escape, promised help when other clans raided defenseless villages. He also thanked for meals and killed those who forced women to perform sexual acts. Although he was a criminal in the eyes of men, women were always grateful to him and willingly helped him heal fresh wounds.

No wonder then that during the next expedition in a row, when he ended up in one of the minor cities and on the day of the slave trade, he almost killed one of the sellers who lined up five young girls – each of them had a dozen or so bruises, gray skin, tired eyes and dried tears on cheeks. The youngest of you was fourteen, the oldest almost thirty... And there was you: stood among them, wanting to die and never be born again. Even though your face was sleepless and your hands dirty from working in mud, there was still a little hope in your eyes. Barely perceptible and almost imperceptible.

You looked calm, and at the same time in your heart there was a huge fear that you were about to find yourself in even worse situation and next to an even worse man than your current owner.

Fortunately, that day the sky was a bit brighter than usual and had the color of myosotis.

“You love flowers, right?” William looked at you and your torn dress with the red poppy embroidered on the right breast pocket, then extended his hand towards you, which held a pale blue flower. A slight, if uncertain and tired smile appeared on your dry lips.

“Yes… I love flowers very much.” You said almost in a whisper, and the man nodded towards his subordinates.

Somewhere between the words that the blond Viking is taking all five girls and the warmth of the sheepskin coat draped over your shoulders, you heard your savior’s name and the announcement that you’d soon be exploring the coastal areas of France.

You were saved.

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#38 craving their company after a stressful day

craving their company after a stressful day original prompt list here

this chapter was written before the airing of 911ls s04 big finale!

Planning a wedding has proven to be more stressful than TK would have imagined. There are moments when he wishes he’d taken his father’s advice; as opposed to hiring a wedding planner as he’s been, he’s starting to see the need to have that kind of support.

Instead, they’d just allowed the venue's wedding planner — who kind of came with the pack when they rented the place for their big day — to work on some aspects of the ceremony, and they’d decided they’d take care of everything else.

And now here he is, hanging up his third call in a row to solve a problem that he’s sure any skilled wedding planner might have righted in five minutes. But a skilled wedding planner wouldn’t be dealing with a delay in the flowers' order at the same time as they'd be saving lives. For the third time, TK switches off the screen of his phone and sighs as the bell goes off. He pockets the device and runs to the bay.

He knows it’s his own fault for accepting all those extra shifts, but he doesn’t regret it. He’d asked Pearce for a switch when Carlos got injured, and now he’s simply keeping his side of the deal. But it surely is exhausting, when everything keeps falling apart around him and he can’t even reach his fiancé to decompress because Carlos is deep in a forty-eight-hour shift, the last one before their wedding in three days.

TK knows, deep inside, that what bothers him is not the delay in the flowers’ order or the fact that he’ll go to his own wedding on barely five hours of sleep. The flowers are only an accessory; the wedding can go on without them, albeit a bit less beautiful. And he can sleep on the plane to their honeymoon; it wouldn’t be the first time he’s gone on with such little sleep. It really isn’t that.

It’s the knowledge that he’ll only get to hug Carlos once before their wedding because of the clash of their schedules. It’s the feeling that he craves Carlos’ touch more than anything when life throws him a curve ball, even if it isn’t a life-or-death situation. And that is what scares him.

His whole life he’s been trapped by craving. He’s always sought the high that comes along with it, before or after or both. He’s always been marked by addiction; and at first, it scared him shitless, to think he could fall in love and end up hooked on somebody. His worst fears became true as he felt himself falling deeper and deeper for Carlos, but it didn’t feel like any other high he’d ever experienced — and he’s no longer afraid of admitting how many of those he’s had, because his past has brought him to his present, and his present is leading him to a future full of Carlos.

Loving Carlos has proved to be challenging and amazing, powerful and puzzling, fulfilling and perfect in all its imperfect glory. Craving Carlos’ touch doesn’t feel like an addiction; it feels like longing for home after a hard day at work.

So maybe TK’s craving Carlos’ company and his strong hands soothing the tense spots in his back. Sue him.

But he sure as hell is going to cling to Carlos like a baby koala to his mother the moment he sees his fiancé, tell him about the flower disaster, even if it is for a nanosecond. But it’ll be their nanosecond, forever and ever.

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Prompt 38

Dialogue prompts for Hero except they’re not really a hero

“Well, you could say that I’m the hero. But then you’d be lying.”

“You think I’m the good guy? Puh-lease.”

“I’ve got the city wrapped around my finger and they don’t even know it.”

“Oh, I can play dirty alright. Watch me.”

“Excuse me but I’m the hero.”

“I could burn down this whole city right now and they’d thank me for it.”

“You think I won’t pull the trigger? Try me.”

“You’re not making a very good villain, are you?”

“I’m so tired of playing the hero.”

“I’ll join you alright. No hesitation here.”

I started off trying to write a morally good hero but it all went downhill from there

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Prompt: Both Katniss and Peeta are rescued from the arena, and Peeta’s entire family makes it safely to D13. How does everyone get along? (Perhaps the older Mellark brothers have a “chat” with Gale? Or the Hawthornes, Mellarks and Everdeens meet up for the first time at dinner and a fight breaks out? Does anyone have anything to say about the beach kiss?? Prim? Rye? Gale? Will Katniss stick by Peeta or avoid meeting the expectations she set with that beach kiss and declaration of “I need you”?)

Thanks for the prompt, @567inpanem

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Prompt #38

Your brother wrinkled his brow as he leaned back in his chair. “Hm,” he pondered, “Mom used to say you were born with empty eyes.”

You snorted. Now that’s a wonderful way to cheer someone up.

“No, no, no!” he said, waving his hands as if to stop you from thinking that way, “You didn’t have any pupils. Your eyes were just brown, nothing else inside. Now, I did worry your head was really empty.”

There was a pause as he carefully watched your face, gauging your reaction to this unbelievable revelation.

“Wow.” It was all you could say. His words were having a hard time sinking in. No pupils? That’s impossible. You’ve had perfectly normal eyes your entire life.

“A child’s imagination!” he exclaimed, completely misunderstanding your response and again waving an arm out to stop your train of thought, “You never cried and you never made a face. I tried constantly to get you to laugh but you’d just stare at me like I wasn’t really there. It wasn’t until after Mom passed away that you started acting like a normal baby. You cried and laughed all the time after that.”

Your brother looked at his hands with an expression you couldn’t name. Brow creased, mouth pressed, he looked confused and sad at the same time. Maybe a little afraid.

He looked back up at you. “The day she died, you suddenly had pupils. Everyone acted like you’d had them the whole time, even Dad and [sibling].”