Amfibbya prompts! I'll give you a variety depending on your mood, pick one! (And if I said fluff you can make it angsty and vice versa)
Romantic Fluff: Anne is struggling with an assignment, so she meets Marcy and Sasha at the library.
Romantic Angst: Sasha ends up in the pickle jar alongside Marcy.
Nonromantic Fluff: Sprig makes a social media account.
Nonromantic Angst: The Boonchuys' Thai temple meetup before the most recent one.
okay i actually debated on this for a while but went for some good ol' sasharcy angst <33
marcy always had a plan, it was a fact sasha had figured out pretty early on. everything marcy did had been meticulously planned and calculated so nothing could possibly go wrong. of course, when they were together there as always something bound to go wrong, or push them off the perfectly formed schedule, but marcy had probably planned for that too. she always seemed to know what was going to happen before anyone else did. sasha used to consider it marcy's superpower.
but then the king turned out to be a power crazy lunatic, and sasha knew that marcy hadn't planned for that. it hurt, in all honesty, watching her shoulders tense and tears pool in the corners of her eyes as the king spoke about his plan, how he'd lied from the start and used her blind trust to get what he wanted. (if they ever got out o this, sasha was certain marcy wouldn't be able to trust again, not to the extent she had before).
when sasha got smacked into a wall, only one voice had been able to cut through the haze that had settled over her mind. marcy's cry had echoed through her mind as the world spun above her. the golds and blues of the throne room's ceiling seemed to twist and melt together as sasha slowly blinked, unable to push herself up. wow, he must've hit me hard, she thought to herself, a small huff leaving her body.
she wasn't sure if she dreamed marcy's face above her, a worried expression cutting through the blur. "it's okay, sash, i have a plan. you're going to be okay." her touch was almost none existent, nothing more than a flutter of warmth on sasha's cheek, but she was certain she felt it. "you don't have to cry, we'll be okay. promise," she whispered, her smile wobbling as she looked across the throne room to where the box was. "i just have to go do something real quick, i'll be right back for you, kay?"
sasha didn't even know she was crying until marcy mentioned it. she opened her mouth to say something (whether it was to giggle or tell marcy to be safe she hadn't yet decided), but her friend was already gone, sprinting out of sight like she'd never been there at all.
it felt like hours before anything else happened. it might've only been seconds, but time seemed to stretch on forever as sasha lay there, trying her hardest to keep her eyes open so she could see marcy.
but it wasn't marcy that appeared over her. a large blue head swum into her vision. his mouth was moving, but sasha couldn't hear anything over the blood rushing through her ears. something had gone wrong. marcy's plan had gone wrong, she's not coming back for me.
she definitely started crying then, not even bothering to fight as the king's giant hand wrapped around her waist and hefted her up, hardly bothering to support her swaying head as he carried her out of the throne room. sasha didn't even care that she was probably quite quickly nearing the end of her life. marcy didn't come back for me. her plan failed. but marcy's plans had never failed before, sure there were anomalies she didn't expect, but nothing had ever failed...
"-your marcy thought she was being smart," the kings voice was muffled, but it was certainly him, no other voice made sasha feel both so scared and so angry at the same time. "but you were too far for her to reach, and now you're both to be of use to him," he laughed loudly, and a rough hand came down on sasha's head, ruffling her hair for a moment as something was placed over her face.
she tried to force her eyes to focus, but the room they were in was so dark and the only source of light was coming from behind her. a bright blue light was reflecting against the king's skin, but it was hardly enough for sasha to see anything.
by the time the feeling of being dunked into a vat of freezing cold water had registered, sasha found her hand already taken hold of something warm. it was a hand, she quickly realized, a wet hand, but a familiar one all the same. marcy.
as her grip on reality finally started to slip, sasha tightened her hold on marcy. maybe if she held on as tightly as she could, marcy's hand would squeeze back and she would know, that even in their current predicament, marcy had the beginnings of a plan. marcy always has a plan.
