(pick a quote + a feeling + a trope ! let’s see what fic you end up with.)
author's addition: this lil build-a-fic is inspired by @scealaiscoite ’s adorable idea ! her prompt lists are literal perfection. go stalk her blog pls she’s the best ever 🧸
— a quote !
☆ “stop smiling like that. it’s distracting.”
☆ “you make it really hard to stay just friends.”
☆ “why does it feel like a goodbye?”
☆ “you’re blushing.” — “no i’m not.”
☆ “just friends don’t look at each other like that.”
☆ “i missed you. that’s all.”
☆ “you remember the little things. that’s what gets me.”
☆ “tell me to stay. and i will.”
☆ “my hand fits so perfectly in yours. it's like i'm made for you”
☆ “do you want me to leave?” — “no. i want you to stay forever.”
☆ “i think i knew it was you. even back then.” — “then stay.” — “but that's the thing. i don't know if i know you anymore.”
☆ “i don’t know how to stop wanting you.”
☆ “this means something. don’t pretend it doesn’t.”
☆ “you’re not just anyone. you’re you.”
☆ “if we kiss now, everything changes.” — “i know but that's a risk i'm willing to take.”
☆ “i’ve been in love with you since the night we met.”
☆ “tell me it meant nothing. lie if you have to.”
☆ “i was easy to leave, wasn’t i?”
☆ “you don’t get to miss me now. you lost that right when we broke up.”
☆ “say something. anything. please.”
☆ “i loved you. that should’ve been enough.”
☆ “i wish i didn’t remember everything.”
☆ “don’t look at me like you still care.”
☆ “i’m tired of pretending this doesn’t hurt.”
☆ “you said forever. i believed you.”
☆ “if you didn’t mean it, why did you say it?”
☆ “you chose them. you always do.”
☆ “i don’t hate you. i just wish i’d never met you.”
☆ “you let me go like i was nothing.”
☆ “please don’t make this harder than it already is.”
☆ “are you sure? cause whatever this is it doesn’t feel like love.”
☆ “it’s always been you. i just didn’t know how to say it.”
☆ “say that again. i dare you.”
☆ “you really don’t see it, do you?”
☆ “i think i like you. like, like like you.”
☆ “do you always look at people like that?”
☆ “you make it really hard to think straight.”
☆ “oh my god. you’re blushing.”
☆ “this means something. don’t pretend it doesn’t.”
☆ “i should’ve kissed you when i had the chance.”
☆ “you’re not helping. you’re being pretty. it's distracting.”
☆ “you make me nervous in the best way.”
☆ “every time you look at me, i forget what i was saying.”
☆ “just admit it. you like me.”
☆ “if you don’t kiss me right now, i might explode.”
☾ only one bed
☾ mutual pining
☾ fake dating gone real
☾ friends to lovers
☾ strangers to almosts
☾ found family
☾ rivals with tension
☾ the “oh” moment
☾ confessions at 2am
☾ sunshine x grump
☾ forbidden
☾ hurt/comfort
☾ secretly in love
☾ reunion after years
☾ accidental domesticity
☾ slow burn
☾ “just friends” denial
☾ second chances
☾ love letters never sent
☾ childhood friends
☾ exes
☾ soulmates who don’t believe in fate
☾ enemies on the same side
☾ sleep talking confessions
☾ one falling first, the other falling harder
☾ patching up wounds with shaky hands
☾ “who did this to you?”
☾ dancing in the kitchen
☾ jealousy over nothing (but also everything)
☾ late-night phone calls
☾ caught in the rain
☾ almost kissing but someone interrupts
☾ waking up next to them
☾ fixing each other’s tie/collar
☾ taking care of them while they’re sick
@writingdevil's fic today made me recognize the hilariously adorable potential of Opportunist sometimes adopting Hunted's deer-in-headlights stare when they fail to mask and I just couldn't get it out of my head- like, just look at themmm 😫💕💕💕
could i request a fic with hunted cold and oppy ? perhaps fluff or hurt/comfort? and i see them as a qpr but if you wanna keep them platonic bc of hunted and oppy thats fine too :] thanks!
(I can absolutely do something with the three of them!! They can be a fun trio!! Enjoy!)
Cold sighed, shutting his bedroom door behind him. There was no need to go back in there tonight.
He pushed the heel of his palms against his eyes, willing the whispers and flashes of faces out of his head, but to no avail.
The cabin was too quiet for him right now. He understood that it was the middle of the night, but he needed something to cling to right now.
Cold decided to leave the house for the night, maybe that was all he needed. Maybe he just needed to go outside until he didn't feel like he was suffocating within these walls anymore.
He started to drag his feet down the hall, remembering all the late nights where he listened to the others sleeping, all to try and not go crazy in boredom.
He curled his hands into fists, to try and stop the trembling in them- when he heard a noise.
He stopped, tilting his head closer to the nearest door, hearing soft, muffled voices coming from within. Looks like someone else was awake after all.
He debated whether to keep listening to see who it was, or to just waltz in regardless, but then the voices suddenly stopped.
Before Cold could even blink, there were footsteps swiftly walking over, and then the door opened, and Cold was staring down at Hunted, who was giving him a curious look.
Neither of them said anything, and Cold looked further into the room, to find Hunted's brother, Opportunist, sitting on the bed.
He looked surprised and frazzled, clutching a pillow to his chest as if for protection.
Cold only managed to catch his face- his real face- for only a second, and all he saw was exhaustion and nerves.
But then Cold blinked, and Opportunist had quickly thrown on an act, smiling brightly at him as he softly said, "Cold! What a pleasant surprise! What are you doing up so late?"
"I could ask you two the same thing," Cold replied, looking down at Hunted. "It's not like either of you to stay up like this."
Opportunist opened his mouth to respond but Hunted beat him to it, voice blunt and casual as he said, "Nightmares- we can't sleep. We're staying in the same room for comfort."
Cold watched in amusement as Opportunist shot a look of annoyed disbelief at his brother's back, who felt no need to hide their reasonings no matter what they were.
"Nightmares," Cold mused, his mind deciding then to remind him of what had woken him up in the first place.
His fists clenched behind his back.
Still, his face gave nothing away, but that didn't stop Hunted from studying him up and down with a soft yet careful eye, quietly asking him, "Why are you awake?"
Cold shrugged. "Not in the mood to sleep just yet." They didn't need to know more than that.
Hunted looked back over at his brother, a silent conversation between them.
It was odd to see, even more unusual to think of having someone who knows you without words.
Judging from the way the flock talks about him, Cold doubted there would be anyone who would be able to understand him to that level.
He saw the way Opportunist's eyes softened when they landed on his brother, becoming less guarded despite not wanting Cold to know he was having trouble sleeping.
Opportunist shrugged at Hunted casually, scooting over on the bed and making room.
That seemed to be enough of an answer for Hunted, who turned back and stepped to the side for Cold. "You're welcome to come in. It's warm and safe here."
It was better than nothing.
Cold stepped inside, watching the way Opportunist fixed and smoothed out the blankets around them.
He shot a confident smile at Cold. "I may not be as good as Hunt when it comes to blanket forts, but I'm definitely better than some of the others here."
"It's nice," Hunted said, and Opportunist sent his brother a playful glare.
"Nice? That's all you have to say about it?"
Hunted sat down on the other side of the bed, a twinkle in his usually alert eyes as he said, "It's cosy, makes me feel protected."
Opportunist blinked in surprise, feathers fluffing up at the compliment, before he ducked his head and continued working, a small smile on his face that looked painfully genuine.
Cold sat on the edge of the bed, feeling Hunted's eyes boring into him.
Something wriggled within his chest, but he couldn't find the strength to yank it out and examine it. All Cold knew was that being around Hunted and Opportunist made the wriggling more noticeable.
"Cold could sleep in the middle?" he heard Hunted ask, and when Cold looked over his shoulder, he saw Opportunist shrug casually, but Cold could see the relief at the suggestion, the safety of not having to turn his back on Cold.
"That's fine by me," Opportunist said. "He's the skinniest, anyway. He'll need all the warmth he can get."
"I don't care about warmth or feeling chilly. I have no problem either way."
Unfortunately, his mind decided to play back when he woke up a few minutes ago, and how it had been so hard to just get his hands to work normally again.
Still, when Hunted guided him to lay down inbetween them, he didn't resist.
He sighed, and could feel the way both Hunted and Opportunist relaxed as well, shuffling closer to him and curling up.
Neither of them blew out the candles, keeping the room in a low, soothing light, and Cold was surprised to find that he didn't mind it.
Hunted was pressed against Cold's side, his head resting on his chest, listening in on his heartbeat, and Cold could feel him nervously blinking up at him, as if waiting to see if he would say something.
Opportunist was close, but still gave him a little bit of room. He too stared at Cold, but he figured that Opportunist didn't want to let him out of his sight.
After a few seconds of silence, Cold felt Opportunist gently take his hand.
Cold could feel his body sinking into the warmth of the bed, and curiously asked, "What was your nightmare about?"
It was admittedly amusing to feel the way they both tensed up at the same time, and his lips twitched upwards as Hunted whispered, "I was coming apart. It was wet and burning."
"Her stomach," Cold mused, and Hunted nodded, gripping Cold's arm tighter.
"Couldn't get out, couldn't be free, had no one to help me- so I woke up and found Oppy."
Cold wasn't sure whether Hunted was expecting him to comment on the nightmare or comfort him, but he did neither. Instead, he just watched the way Hunted's wide eyes stared off into the distance, breathing switching between picking up and slowing down.
Then, Cold wasn't sure why he did it, but he just knew that he couldn't look at such a familiar expression for much longer- so he blew cold air in Hunted's face.
Hunted blinked in surprise, then froze at the feeling, at being softly taken out of his head.
Cold didn't really have a reason as to why he did this. It probably would have been better to focus on someone else's problems- but seeing Hunted like that unnerved him in a way that he hadn't felt before.
Cold stopped blowing air, and when Hunted looked up at him, he was silent. He didn't smile or say anything, but the look in his dark eyes looked so much more soft and relaxed.
That thing that wriggled within Cold started to slow down, and he could feel his muscles become less tense.
"What about you, Oppy?" Cold asked, turning to look over at the other before he could dwell on what was happening.
Opportunist's face froze at the question, before he smiled, waving a hand dismissively through the air as he said, "Oh, no nightmares for me, thankfully. I'm just here to make sure my poor little brother is okay."
"That's not true," Hunted quietly muttered, leaning closer to get a better look at the other.
Opportunist's smile became more strained, and he looked Hunted in the eye as he said with more force, "No, I didn't. I'm fine."
"You told me you felt yourself falling," Hunted rebutted. "You said that you were too scared to move, in case you fell down the stairs in the cabin again. I remember feeling how much you shook in my arms."
Hunted had a determined glint in his eyes as he tilted his head to the side. "Are you going to tell me that I'm wrong?"
Cold observed the silent argument the two of them were having, until it was going on for so long that it started to bore him.
He sighed and looked over at Opportunist. "I don't particularly care if you have nightmares or what manner of them they are. I'd honestly be more surprised if you didn't have them, considering you're nothing like me."
Opportunist's eyes flicked down at him, studying him intensely.
Cold decided to just squeeze his hand.
Opportunist's eyes widened slightly, looking more like his brother than before.
Opportunist looked back up at Hunted, and all it took was a few seconds for his face to fall, sighing sharply as he let his true exhaustion and fear show.
From the corner of his eye, Cold saw Hunted smile victoriously for a split second, happy that his brother was being himself in this space.
"It wasn't great, alright?" was all Opportunist said, before flopping back down, now hugging Cold's arm with a tired look in his eye.
Hunted settled back down as well, and a comfortable silence fell over the three of them. Cold was surprised to find that he didn't really mind it.
This silence wasn't suffocating. This silence wasn't unbearable. This silence didn't make Cold feel like he was losing his mind.
"What about you, Cold?" Hunted whispered, and Cold found himself struggling to remember what the nightmare that had rattled him so severely had been about. It just felt like a distant ache now.
His eyelids started to grow heavy, the warm weights on either side of him cocooning him and making him feel like he was floating. Has he ever experienced something like this before?
"You know what?" Cold softly said, his wings wrapping around the brothers and pulling them closer to him. "I've completely forgotten about it."
@tokyomewmew well its been a long ass time since i originally saw them, but i double checked and these are ocs based on the planets from lauren faust! (creator of MLP:FIM, worked on powerpuff, did other stfuf)
she called them “milky way and the galaxy girls”, idk if it ever went farther than concept stages/makin art (or even if she planned to have anything go farther) but you can find more of them on her deviantart, the designs are all super cute!!
