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my awesome prompt: kanade and mafuyu kissing

Pulled from here, number 48:

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When Kanade first envisioned this kiss, it was… smoother. Legato. Sliding from a hopeful check to pleasant first touch, touch that would twine and come to slow, linger, rest.

In this theory, Kanade had forgotten the physicality of the act of kissing Mafuyu: the distance that had increased further still with Mafuyu's growth.

And this brings Kanade to where they are now, with Mafuyu, head canted with curiosity, standing beside her in the park where they were taking a break, observing. Under that gaze she can't help but flush.

"S-Sorry."

"For…? ...Ah."

Tender-eyed, Mafuyu closes the distance. Andante.

"It's alright."

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volleyball au, an goading mzk into extra practise, perhaps...

Context for others: Milky and I yapped about a volleyball AU. Mizuki's a middle blocker who slides from guess to read blocking… because Someone's become quite the reliable libero (;3c), and An's a wing spiker.

- "C'mon, Mizuki! We're up early anyway, we might as well~"

"But the sun's barely up, we'll be hot, sweaty… I don't want to spend the morning hot and sweaty!"

"Oh shush, we'll shower when we're done. Then I can back you up when Ena asks if you practiced, and she'll be all impressed that you're trying…"

"…"

"…You're. Actually thinking about it. Mizuki??"

"I mean! When everyone else is trying so hard, it. Well I'd be a real wet blanket if I was the only one standing still."

"…Oh, I see. Good luck, Mizuki~"

"Ngah—An! Don't tease young maidenly hearts!"

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*spins a wheel*

MafuEna werewolf AU first change

She is howling, weeping, howling and weeping and new claws tearing to shreds the forest floor about her as her body breaks, reknits, and stretches towards its final outline.

Uncertain, Ena watches for a moment, unsure if it's a time to offer the little comfort she can—physical—to this stranger who had seemed burningly cold and distant just a few hours before, and the first real shred of emotion Ena'd witnessed had been seconds ago, burdened with the distress of death so near, regret, and a desperate need for something, anything, when the one option she had would forever twine them, wanted or not.

Ultimately the next whimper stirs her, and she presses her head down, then the rest of her body, to provide warm, furry, steady pressure and proximity to the newborn wolf before her, until the pain's no more.

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maybe something with archetto following the masses' travels?

She wrestles in the hall of the Law. She wrestles with the sight. She wrestles with the faith that has guided her through hardship and golden fields, the latter fed by former.

She wrestles until daybreak, until she murmurs aloud in that underground chamber once more, "There was nothing lesser about my life, for all its looking outside in. I had and have blessing enough."

And she walks. She walks forward, not away, even with her new understanding of the source of her faith. For it springs not just from the machine that guided and shaped the Sankta.

Her faith lies in her sisters. Her monastery, and her home. And herself.

She picks up her self once more, and follows that path she has always sought: For the unseen that is eternal, and for those that look for it in her, she would continue to seek for beauty to be there in the end.

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For flash fic prompts: Exusiai, "together again".

Mos and Fia are bickering again, this time over the cinematography in one of Mos' latest slasher finds compared to a classic it purportedly is meant to be an homage to. No guessing where Fia stands on that.

But before the argument can swell out of control, her sis rolls up behind them, and all it takes is a touch to both their backs and some murmur about having a movie contest on Rhodes. They agree, Mos with some dramatic sigh about her taskmaster, but they do agree, and Lemuen's touch lingers as she murmurs some joke El can't catch.

The little smile on Fia's face matches Mos' toothy one, and El swings her feet, the desire to do a little painting, maybe an explosion fills her.

All's well, at least here in her family, again.

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Friskarm post mission hookup :3

"Honey, I'm home~"

Liskarm barely glances up from her book at her partner posed in the doorframe. "Things went well, then."

"Swimmingly! Frostleaf's gotten a real good sense of her range now, and with her 'nd little Suzu around, I can take my time with things. Honestly thought I'd be able to sneak in a nap or two." Franka ambles over to Liskarm's desk, glancing over the pages Liskarm's currently on—something about pioneer history—before chinning herself just behind her horns, arms settling around her shoulders. "Kept thinking of you, y'know?"

Another glance, another turned page. "That so?"

"Mmmhm. When the last time we'd had separate missions, when I'd last had to split bonus pay—"

"—You're still on about that?"

"Bonuses are nice!"

"That was months ago now; you're so-hah." Liskarm rolls her eyes, Franka feels the motion in the slight shift of her head. "Anyway. What is it you want, Franka?"

"Rude! I can't just tell you about my reminiscence without you suspecting ulterior motives?"

"That sums it up, yea."

Mournfully Franka shakes her head. "Heartbroken, you leave me. And here I'd been thinking it'd be so nice to touch you again…"

"Ah. So that's what this is about."

"Is it so wrong to think about my dear partner when I'm all alone by a tent, with a long night watch to look forward to?"

"Not at all. But I think you can just ask." Franka's only warning is Liskarm setting the book down on her desk, before she's tugged down and to the side, Liskarm catching her in a firm kiss.

When she lets her go for them to catch their breath, her eyes lit with a quiet yet undeniable hunger that sends a thrill through Franka, it is simply to say, "I've been thinking about you too, you know?"

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waiter, waiter!! more friskarm please!!

(if it pleases u... "minor jealousy")

Last time I wrote jealous Lisk so... possessive fox time.

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She's at the lovely stage of annoyance where it's not that big of a deal, but even the slightest brush of stimulation sits like needles in her skin.

Watching Liskarm guide her current dance partner across the floor, seeing the wanting eyes that linger on her stolid, attentive frame and face... Franka knows she's supposed to be watching their mark, but it's unpleasant. Burns, really, she can admit that much to herself at least. That's her partner there. All these greedy bastards down there eager to try getting a hold, so that they can try to take possession...

Big-time hypocrite moment of her, but, well. She likes to make jokes! Not be at their expense.

She shakes herself mentally, to refocus, and finds Liskarm's gaze on her. When Liskarm sees she's looking, properly, she simply gives a little nod, before turning to the next looking for a dance.

It's enough. Reminder of what they have to do, and reassurance. Franka settles back.

She'll stake her claim later, when no one else can see.

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For writing prompts: "Fade Away and Radiate" with whichever Rhine Labs characters you feel fit the prompt~

Kirsten's face remains in your dreams.

You know the science of why. Memory layered with the stress of the moment it was made, that neurological connection flares and pulses and aches with that fall, air ripping at your skin and your attempts to pull enough of a shell about you, driving your body to react to that danger, and you see her grow small in your vision as you fall, on many nights—

It never quite leaves you. It will never quite leave you.

But you reach for the things, the people, that ground you, and in pieces reach to hold the memory in calmer moments, with trembling hands... and they hold it with you. They make new ties.

It never quite leaves you. But your sleep becomes more consistent than not.