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Reverse Prompt Challenge #17 - Crashing Waves

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of the deep blue | Arthur & Mal Cobb | 251 words | find on AO3

He meets her by the edge of a cliff side. She doesn't turn, only asking a question that makes his heart drop.

Fandom: Inception Relationship: Arthur and Mal (platonic) Rating: Teen Tags: pre-inception/canon events, mild talk of suicide (one sentence, vague), mildly bittersweet (because of canon events) Wrote for both: @inceptgen 2022 and @reverseprompts challenge #17 (using the image of the ocean that's in the image) A/N: wrote this in a day asdfasdf

He meets her by the edge of a cliff side. Harsh salty wind rushes through his suit, flapping fabric against his frame. A wave crashes below them on the rocky surface. Overhead sea birds caw, distant, muffled. 

“What are you doing here, Mal?” Arthur asks, standing feet beside her. 

She does not turn to face him. She digs her hands deep into wool tan coat pockets, barely tilting half her body to overlook the cliff’s edge. “If I fell, would the rocks or the ocean kill me first?” 

Arthur snaps a hand to her elbow and drags her closer to his side. He ignores the drop of his heart, falling deep down below him. “Don’t. Please.” 

“I won’t.” It’s tiny and soft and out across the expanse of blue, miles out from where the two stand. And entirely unbelievable to the both of them.  

He tightens his grip, enough now to get Mal’s attention. She looks up at him; wide brown eyes hauntingly blank as she lifts an eyebrow in an unspoken question. They stare at each other. Wind whips around them, dies down as a chill forms over the two of them. His grip loosens, then drops, as he turns towards their parked cars off by the roadside of a narrow scenic pullover. 

“Come on, let’s get you home,” he says, making a small gesture towards their vehicles, “I’m sure Cobb and the kids are worried about you.” 

Mal lets Arthur lead her towards his rental. “... I bet they are.” 

[katwriteswitcherthings]

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Fandom: The Witcher (The Witcher 3 specifically)

Relationship: Prince Adrien/Kiyan

Rating: M

Additional Tags: AU - Modern Witchers, Light Angst, Fluff, Slice of Life, Museums, Established Relationship, Getting Together, Assholes in Love, Murder Husbands, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Mentioned Past Torture, Soft Prince Adrien (The Witcher), Soft Kiyan (The Witcher), Vampire Prince Adrien

Summary:

Adrien loves to walk through art galleries and museums. Kiyan follows him loyally; his ever-present bodyguard. Adrien has a surprise for his most loyal companion.

A/N: Prompt #17 fill for @reverseprompts and The Witcher Flash Fic Challenge #61.

This tried so hard to become smut, but alas, I ran out of time. I found this post after I had already written this, so it doesn't quite work for Adrien to be wearing (I don't think those shoes would click on hardwood floors), but I want him to be wearing it so badly and I thought you should know.