#spite prompt

[asirensrage]

Can I get "let me in" from the obsession prompts with one of the murder husbands? 😍

Ooo that's a good one. Prompt: "Let me in! Trust me, sweetheart, it'll be easier if you do. Don't run from me. You won't like what happens when I catch you."

Hmmm which murder husband? For you maybe your fave:

Rating: M Warnings: violence, threats, obsession

Notes: I've never written for him before so...enjoy? Sorry if it's ooc lol

This wasn’t how things were supposed to go. 

She wasn’t supposed to get caught, not here and not by him. Honestly, she expected to be killed. Instead, he had dug into her head, taking her to his compartments and telling her to wait for his return. She managed to slip out a duct and escape. Somehow he knew. 

She wasn’t able to get to the hanger, to send out a distress signal. She had to hide in the closest room as his voice rang in her head, demanding her submission and return. She barred the door as best she could, trying to be silent. But the man does not relent. 

The door shudders under the impact and she hears the buzz of his saber on the other side. She doesn’t know why he has yet to use it. 

“Let me in,” he orders. 

She cowers against it, hands fumbling and trying to keep the lock closed. Every time it moves, she forces it shut again. Her arms shake with the effort.

“Let me in!” The door rattles again. His voice echoes in her mind. “Trust me, sweetheart, it'll be easier if you do. Don't run from me. You won't like what happens when I catch you.” 

She shakes her head, refusing to answer him. The silence feels as though it stretches across a lifetime, anticipation sparking through it. It breaks when the beam of the lightsaber is shoved through the side of the door in front of her. She shrieks, ducking and scrambling away from it. 

Everything blocking it goes flying sideways, crashing against the wall. The lock clicks and the door slides open. He stands there, silhouetted by the guide lights in the hall. She tries to make herself smaller, to blend into the dark but he finds her instantly. 

“Come,” he offers his hand towards her. When she doesn’t move, he snarls. “I will not offer it again! Come!” 

She stumbles to her feet, fear driving her forward to take his hand. His grip tightens on hers as he pulls her into him, saber flashing off. She feels him press his face to her hair and must imagine that he breathes her in. 

“Don’t run from me again,” he murmurs to her. “You do not need to fear me. Not you.”

She isn’t sure she believes that. 

Obsession Prompts

[thegardenandthegrave]

hey! unless you get your shit together whisper code is never gonna be finished! you're fai- sigh. im so sorry but i can't do this. you're doing so well, there's no possible way you're failing. ill send you a two-word prompt instead: rain and smoke

tI can’t stop giggling. Thank you for trying at least. 

Okay, timer set to five minutes: 

It seemed appropriate that the rain wouldn’t let up as we all stood around the hole in the ground and pretended that his death had mattered. That any of us were hurting as we watched the casket lower into the earth. I pulled my coat tighter around me and tried to look as distressed as possible. I had a lot of practice now, pretending to mourn. 

All this fakery was starting to chafe. No one else standing here with black clothing and sad faces actually cared that he was gone.  

Agitated, I dipped my hand into my pocket, searching for that last smoke I’d tucked away just for this occasion. My fingers bumped against something else, and I froze. The cigarette was gone and in its place, I could feel the smooth outer shell of two different pills. The pills he was supposed to have taken in order to fake his death.

For those of you wondering what this is about, I’ve asked that my followers send me coffee and spite to push me into writing more. 

[ohheyitsprompts]

"How horrible it must be for people to expect great things from you"