drabble-prompts

anonymous asked:

Prompt where Emily is in public with moms beca and chloe and hears homophobic comments so her and beca try and stand up for Bechloe but badass beca gets interrupted by sassy chloe

Emily groans and rests an arm on Beca’s shoulder, feeling her legs grow tired after standing in line for so long.

All she and her moms want are hot dogs. Really. Nothing more, nothing less. And standing in line for almost half an hour for them? Emily feels like that crosses the line.

But it suddenly becomes the least of her problems when she overhears the teenage boy murmur behind her to his friend, “The chick in front of is hot. It’s too bad she has lesbos for moms.”

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babylovespeaches asked:

If you're still doing these number 11 win Cullen and Elena? I adore your quizzy and I need more fluffy sickly sweet drabbles to get through the day.

11: “Don’t you dare throw that snowba-, goddammit!

“Don’t you dare throw that snowba-, Maker damn you!” Elena shrieked, dodging around in the snow under the walls of Haven. 

The brisk air brought a flush to her cheeks and tousled her hair, though she was already fairly disheveled from her ride back from the Hinterlands. The people of Haven paused from their various duties and daily routines to watch the Herald of Andraste and her companions play around in the snow. Much to no one’s surprise, Varric and Sera took aim again, and pelted her with another volley of snow.

 “Help, help! I’m under attack!” she cried, her laughter ringing out across the lake. 

She dodged behind a tree, frantically trying to make a projectile of her own, though her hands were trembling with mirth. Finally scooping the perfect snowball, she leapt out from her hiding spot and threw it with all her might. 

And watched, much to her horror, as it sailed through the air and hit Commander Cullen square in the face. Everything seemed to freeze for a moment, as people waited to see how the fearsome Commander of the Inquisition would react. Behind her, she could hear Varric’s muttered “oh, shit” and Sera’s cackling like a madwoman. Void take her, but the Commander hadn’t been standing there a moment ago. 

Cullen wiped his face off with a gloved hand and glared. Elena prayed the earth would crack open and swallow her up. She felt herself backpedaling as he stalked towards her, her stomach tying itself in knots. Maker’s Mercy he made her nervous–he was so taciturn and serious, and he always regarded her with such intensity. Goodness, the way he looked at her sometimes made her nerve feel afire. 

“It was an accident,” she sputtered. “I didn’t realize you were there! Commander, I’m so–”

Before she could squeak out her apology, the world tipped at an alarmingly fast angle as her foot caught on a tree root. Elena pitched backwards with a very undignified shriek. Cullen’s expression shifted from one of anger to surprised concern as he lunged forward, perhaps to try to catch her, but just ended up tumbling to the ground as well. They landed with a hard oof, him sprawled on top of her in the snow. She stared up at him, horrified. Could this day get any worse? For a long moment, he stared back at her, his warm honey eyes searching her face for something

And then time unfroze. 

Faster than she thought possible of him, Cullen scooped up a handful of snow, and, wide grin breaking out across his face, rubbed it into her hair. Elena gasped as freezing water slid down her neck and under her shirt. 

“You are going to get it, Commander!” she shouted, scooping up another ball and lobbing at his head, catching him right above the ear. 

Around them the snowball fight erupted in a flurry of white, snow going everywhere as Inquisition soldiers joined the fray. He rolled off of her, and offered her hand up. Waving him away with a smile, Elena leapt up easily, and dashed off. She ran, dodging and twisting through the crowd of people and snowballs, laughing madly as she took out soldier after soldier. Across the field, she spied Commander Cullen organizing a group of men. He caught her eye as a dazzling smile spread across his face. 

Zing

For the second time that day, her breath froze in her lungs as looked at him. The light shifted behind him, reflecting off his armor and curls, bathing him in a halo of gold. Why had she never realized how handsome he was before? She felt a sharp squeeze somewhere in her chest as she recalled the solid weight of him on top of her, but before she could examine what the hell that what was about, Sera snuck up behind her and shoved a handful of snow down her back. 

Elena squealed, and was off again, chasing, and throwing, and laughing. 

titania522 asked:

Prompt: Comes home to find a Nerf Gun and bullets with a note that says " I have one too. May the odds be ever in your favor. "

Katniss was dreading going home.

The argument had been stupid, really.

It all started over breakfast, as Peeta flipped the pancakes. She had snuck up behind him, sliding her arms around his waist, biting back a smile when he jumped.

He covered half of his face with his spatula free hand, sighing heavily into his palm. “How many times do I have to tell you not to do that?” His words were muffled as he pulled his hand down his face, turning to her briefly with a scowl, before returning to the pancakes.

“Why not?” She asked in mock innocence, her forehead leaning on his shoulder blade, ducked down to hide her grin. When he tried to scowl, he looked like a muppet.

“You know why.” His tone was dry, begging her to try something again, daring her to go one step further.

So she did. “Oh, yeah. Because, ‘I might scare you so badly that you retaliate out of instinct or - God forbid - flip a pancake onto the floor’.” Her voice was low, mimicking him.

“That’s right,” he nodded, rolling his eyes as he flipped the breakfast one last time. Katniss was reaching for plates when she heard him. “Think fast!”

She held up her arms, half shielding, half ready to catch something, when she saw a pancake fly across the room, landing in the corner opposite from her. Putting her hand over her heart, she hissed out a breath. “God, Peeta. I get the point. Sorry.”

His cheeks started to color, and he stared at the pancake sheepishly. “That was supposed to go to you.”

Katniss’ jaw dropped. “You have terrible aim.”

Peeta chuckled as he retrieved the pancake from the corner. “Do not. That was a fluke.”

Katniss laughed. “Excuse me. I clean the bathroom.” He stared at her, his eyebrows knit together in confusion. “You have terrible aim.”

“What?! I do not!” His voice rose, almost to a squeak.

“Whatever,” Katniss said, turning back to the cabinet.

“I’ll prove it to you.”

She huffed as she turned to face him, leaning back against the counter with her arms crossed. “How?”

“You’ll see.”

She narrowed her eyebrows. The look in his eye was borderline dangerous. And she didn’t like it.

Slowing as she approached the porch, she stooped to the welcome mat, picking up a piece of paper and a nerf gun, loaded with little foam bullets. There was even an extra clip. She smiled as she read the paper, Peeta’s scrolling font in bold, big letters.

“I’m sorry. I’ll clean the bathroom for a month. But just to prove a point…. (Please look at your nerf gun now, and imagine a sinister voice) I have one too. May the odds be ever in your favor.”

What If... // Kai Parker Drabble

#4 “Do you… well… I mean… I could give you a massage?”

Kai x Reader

As the morning sunshine beamed into your shared room with Kai, you groan as the light shines upon your face. You turn and lay still for a moment trying figure out if your comfy in your new found spot, deciding against your simple wishes of becoming comfy you turn again and into a new position.

Last night was possibly the worst night of your life; you had spent most of it uncomfortable in every positive you moved to. Still not comfy you get up and slightly groan when you see the time 8:13 a.m. As you get up from your bed, a pain shots threw your muscles in your back making you cringe. You grab the first shirt that you see, which is one of Kai’s – you slip it on and his scent fills your nose.

Making your way downstairs you rub your shoulders as every motion involving your back muscles intensifies the pain causing a groan to pass your lips. Once in the kitchen you see Kai’s back facing you.

“Morning angel face,” You mumble walking towards your full mug with steaming coffee in it. You sigh in relief as you take a sip of the burning liquid.

Kai smiles as he takes your appearance in, your pyjama shorts and his shirt, messy bed hair but when he sees your faces his smile drops as he notices the dark bags below your eyes.

“Hey princess, you okay?” He asks, his voice full of worry. You look from your mug and sigh as you see his expression, eyebrows furrowed, creases in his forehead and a frown forming on his lips.

“I’m fine,” You state but when he raises his eyebrows you sigh. “I slept in a weird position last night and now my back is killing me.” You state beginning to rub your shoulders again while sipping your coffee.

Kai becomes nervous as an idea pops up inside his thoughts but before he could stop himself from saying it he nervously stutters out, “Do you… well… I mean… I could give you a massage?”

“I really need one of those,” You sigh, just imagining his hands on your back rubbing and massaging the sore muscles.

Kai leads you into the living room and laid you down on the couch, your back facing the ceiling. He makes sure you’re comfortable before lifting your – well actually his – shirt and rubbing the palms of his hands into your muscles making you sigh at the relief.

After a few moments he uses his fingers to work the knots around your shoulder blades, changing his pressure and rhythm each time he found a new knot making you love how he moved his hands while giving you a massage.

He then changes his pattern and begins to rub in a circular motion in the middle of your back making you slightly groan as he works your muscles. He smirks as he hears all the sounds your making as he rubs your back and wondering what new sounds he could hear from you.  

“So, princess.” Kai pauses as you let out another groan of pleasure. “I hope you’re thinking of a way to repay me,” He grins, his thoughts full of different ways to repay him.  

Requested by Anonymous

Prompt: The horrible heat, humidity, and swarms of insects became a secondary problem when the marauding bandits drove up in a pick-up truck.

When the first people started to get sick, and her mother came home from the hospital shaking and frightened, Katniss didn’t hesitate to pack up all the survival gear and take her family into the woods.  Deep into the woods. 

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sybbelle asked:

13 - Captain Charming (does that count?)

Things you said at the kitchen table

(Setting this in a weird AU where the events of the 4B finale happened, and some time has passed since then, but the Dark One stuff hasn’t happened yet. Basically needed an excuse for Killian to be able to torture David)

“Hey, who ate the last of my Captain Crunch?” David asked, his words punctuated by a sigh of annoyance. Baby Neal had had them up half the night–Mary Margaret was positive that he had a new tooth coming in, so the whole loft was severely lacking in sleep–and all he wanted was to sit at the breakfast table in silence and eat his favorite cereal before the next town crisis started up. He shook the empty box as if willing the cereal to magically appear before tossing it unceremoniously onto the counter, crossing his arms.

“Don’t look at me,” Emma said immediately. “You know I’m a Frosted Flakes kind of girl. Captain Crunch is vile.”

“Well, your mother hasn’t been eating cereal, and Henry’s been staying at Regina’s. So that leaves…”

David’s shoulders slumped in a sigh.

“Sorry, mate. Guilty as charged.”

David squeezed his eyes shut, willing this to be a dream. It was bad enough that there was a very real possibility that he would open his eyes to see his daughter’s boyfriend clad in nothing but a bathrobe–he’d had that shock last week and was still recovering–but the fact that Killian had finished the last of his favorite cereal seemed to add insult to injury.

Thankfully, when he opened his eyes he found Killian fully clothed–well, in pajamas, at least–as he pecked a kiss to Emma’s cheek and sat beside her at the table, a cup of coffee in his hands. “Though I have no idea why you call it Captain Crunch. That man’s no more a captain than you are. His uniform alone is enough to disgrace the profession.”

“It’s my cereal,” David said helplessly, feeling like a child. “I wrote my name on the box and everything.”

Killian winced. “Must’ve missed it. Sorry, mate.”

Emma sipped her coffee and rolled her eyes. “Chill out, Dad. We can run by the store and grab you a new box. No big deal.” She nudged Killian with her shoulder. “Get dressed and let’s go. Maybe we can get some of that ice cream you like, too.”

“Be ready in a minute, love.” Killian pushed his chair back from the table, and David winced at the noise. Maybe he’d just take a power nap until they came back with his breakfast…

“Although, come to think of it,” Killian said loudly, “considering that you did stab me in the back, I think I’m entitled to eat the last of your cereal every once in a while, don’t you, Dave?”

David sighed again, but a chuckle threatened to escape. “You’re never going to let me live that down, are you?”

“Not a chance.”

“Pick up some milk while you’re at it, pirate.”

anonymous asked:

Here's a prompt! Beca and Chloe are dating and go on a trip to LA, where they get invited to a party and meet their favorite real-life celebrities: Anna Kendrick and Brittany Snow :) (bonus points for Beca/Anna flirting!)

“Bec, do I look ok? How’s my hair? Did my makeup smear at all?” Chloe asks nervously, gasping when she spots Beyoncé on the other side of the room. “Oh my God, it’s the queen. It’s the queen.”

Beca smirks endearingly. She knew Chloe would be a little too starstruck when she told her she wanted her to come as her plus-one to the Grammys this year.

But frankly, this night was too special to not spend it with her favorite person in the world.

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Remember [Bandit OQ]

For queenoflocksley. Thanks for the prompt!


He thinks he somehow knows her; what stranger’s surly look could quicken his pulse, here in this tavern, drinks gone tepid, her hand grown warm in his—held there by some lingering not-quite-memory, for this would be the first (surely he’d recall another, had they met before this time).

Her face is familiar, his side by side on trees, but what he thought he knew of that flat-toned, not-quite-likeness perishes in the truth of her fire.

It’s her eyes, once they’ve locked away their last memory—joined hands, in blood (hers, always)—that he’ll remember his were born to gaze alone.

nerdwithapen asked:

How about a fluffy kid fic? Arthur and Eames' triplets can't sleep because they're all too excited for their first day of kindergarten. Arthur and Eames have to dig deep into their talents to get the kids to sleep. Bonus points if their is a family dog adding to the chaos.

Aww naughty kids!

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Eames had just started to fall asleep when he heard the giggles, followed by the clicks of dog paws on a wood floor. 

He sighed deeply as he heard Arthur say,

“I know. I hear them too.”

“How many times has it been now?”

“Three.”

“I went last time.”

“We both did.”

“Come on then.”

They both got out of bed as they opened their bedroom door and saw the head of one of their boys ducking just out of sight as they went downstairs. 

“Boys!”

There came a chorus of giggles as Arthur went downstairs, Eames following as they caught their triplets, piled onto the dog’s bed, petting him though the poor dog looked just as tired and exasperated as Arthur and Eames.

“Now, we’ve had enough. This is the third time your daddies had to come get you and put you to bed.”

“We’re excited!” Exclaimed James. 

“Yes, we know but you three are going to be so tired tomorrow morning and daddy and I will just say I told you so.”

The three boys, triples and identical in every way were about to go to kindergarten tomorrow. It was going to be their first day and they had been looking forward to it for ages now. James, Thomas and Joseph had already gotten out of bed three times, trying to go downstairs and get water, to watch T.V and to…well, Eames and Arthur couldn’t remember what the third time was, they were just putting them back in bed. Now it was the fourth time and Eames was getting fed up and tired, Arthur was no better. Arthur sighed and said,

“Go to bed, right now. This isn’t a game anymore and if you don’t go to bed, you won’t get to go to kindergarten tomorrow.”

The three boys ran upstairs and Eames felt a little relief. He pet their dog and then turned off the light downstairs before heading up, going to the boys room, watching them getting into bed again. 

“Go to sleep, okay? You’ll need your rest for tomorrow.”

He spoke to James, the eldest by a few minutes, the ring leader and James nodded, now tucked back into bed. 

“Okay, daddy.”

Eames nodded, kissing his forehead as he went over to Thomas, stroking his hair. He was the youngest, quiet and always a follower. He probably got up because his brothers did. Eames kissed his forehead too before going to Joseph, the troublemaker. He probably instilled the idea in the ring leader and then encouraged the bad behavior. Eames gave him a look as he pressed the tip of his finger against Joseph’s nose. 

“You need to behave.”

“Yes, daddy.”

“No more getting up.”

He nodded and Eames kissed his forehead too before standing up straight and looking at Arthur who was also finishing making his way down the line. When he was done, they looked at their boys and Arthur gave them one more stern look before shutting off the light to their room and returning to their own.

They got back in bed with a sigh and Eames said,

“I’m not taking them if they get up one more time.”

Arthur laughed.

“Fine, it’s a deal.”

“They believe you anyway, this should be the last time we get up.”

Arthur sighed softly and said,

“Let’s hope so.”

After waiting a few minutes, hearing nothing but blissful silence, Arthur finally closed his eyes and relaxed. Eames did the same, turning to hold onto Arthur, spooning him. They knew their boys would be tired, but they brought it on themselves. It would be a harsh lesson learned.

anonymous asked:

#18 Where female human reader asks Gabriel during a hunt. Please?

“Will you marry me?”

“Gabriel, shut up,” you clamped your hand on the archangel’s mouth, glaring at him.

“Okay, okay, I apologize,” he raised his hands, voice muffled through your palm.

“Gosh, we’re going to get discovered,” you groaned. The angel was helping you track down a werewolf, complying in following your rules in order to hunt it. You refused to use any of his powers to your advantage, preferring to utilize your own. You were never one to take advantage of someone you liked that way. But not that he had to know how you felt. You cleared your throat and tiptoed to the corner of the white building, taking a peek at the main entrance, where two men were talking animatedly.

“A wedding chapel?” Gabriel asked, confused.

“Yeah, I wanted to um,” you suddenly pretended to take on a shy persona, looking down at the ground. “Will you marry me, Gabe?” you pouted. His eyes widened before narrowing, a fake laugh emanating from his lips.

“Very funny,” he grumbled, not in the least bit happy about having his hopes lurching up like that. He had started to realize that he had feelings for you and was about to confess, but couldn’t find the right time. Hearing you speak of marriage, well that was something the archangel wasn’t even prepared for, but he rather liked the idea.

“Okay, okay, I think that’s our monster,” you pointed at a tall, lanky man getting out of a beat up Corolla.

“Oh, nice, sweet cheeks,” he chuckled, sniffing the air. “He’s a werewolf alright.”

“Let’s just get this over with so we can get back to the motel,” you laughed.

“Okay, but I get to kill him,” he smirked. Before you could stop him, Gabriel had disappeared and a scream was heard. You cringed, only to be surprised by the fluttering of wings behind you.

“Geez, that was fast,” you scoffed.

“Now, you said something about marriage?” he winked teasingly. Your eyes widened and you gasped.

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After Hours

Song Prompt: “After Hours”, We Are Scientists

Pairing: TaeGi


This night is winding down like time means nothing…


Yoongi had definitely had one too many drinks, Taehyung thought with amusement. Nevertheless, he didn’t say anything when the older boy flagged down the bartender and ordered another. They’d been at this bar for hours, celebrating.  Their new album was finally, finally finished. All the long nights Yoongi had spent in the studio alone, fixing and re-fixing and unfixing each little beat, were over. Taehyung had stopped by to see him at the studio just in time to catch him trudging out of the door, but the way Yoongi’s eyes had lit up when he saw his visitor was something Taehyung never wanted to forget. “Please come with me, Taehyung.  I want to celebrate and have fun.  Please.” Taehyung had tried to let him down gently, tried to remind him of all their upcoming responsibilities, but Yoongi had just put an arm around Taehyung’s neck and leaned close and said, “Please come with me. You’re the closest I get to home.”

He couldn’t have said no then, even if he’d wanted to, because he understood. They were two Daegu boys somewhat adrift in the big city, and it wasn’t always easy. Maybe it wasn’t ever easy, and they just made it seem that way, but Taehyung knew that if Yoongi asked him, he would do anything he could to help make it better. So there they were, at a shitty dive bar in the wrong part of town. Taehyung had allowed himself one drink, four hours ago, so he could at least get them back home safely. Yoongi slammed his shot glass on the counter and eyed Taehyung thoughtfully. “Let’s just drive.” he mused, the words slightly slurred, his satoori much thicker than usual. Taehyung laughed a little. “Drive where?  It’s after three in the morning, hyung.” Yoongi shrugged, getting to his feet and dragging Taehyung out of the bar. “Don’t care. Just drive.”

Taehyung had every intention of driving them straight back to the dorm for the rest they desperately needed, but once they were out on the road, Yoongi fiddled with the buttons on the console until the top slid down on the convertible he’d rented a week ago for no real reason, and turned up the radio. Taehyung felt the wind in his hair as he kept an eye on the road, but another feeling started to creep under his skin, making him feel lit up inside, electric. Free. That’s what they were right now. No one to answer to, no responsibilities. Everything disappeared when he looked in the rearview mirror and saw Yoongi sitting on top of the backseat, his head tilted back and eyes closed, his dark hair blown back by the cool night air. It was something Taehyung rarely ever remembered seeing, Yoongi truly, completely happy.  Unworried.  Unburdened. He felt tears prick at his eyes as he watched his friend, his brother.

The exit that would take them back to the dorm came and passed, and Taehyung kept driving. For Yoongi. For himself, too. Yoongi spent most of the ride in that same spot, face to the sky, euphoric, and Taehyung felt lighter than he had in months. He couldn’t take Yoongi back to Daegu, but he could give him this. They drove and drove, and then the sun was coming up. Taehyung realized he’d been so lost in his thoughts for who knows how long that he’d nearly forgotten Yoongi was there. He turned to look, and Yoongi was sound asleep in the backseat, curled up and using his jacket as a pillow. Taehyung smiled, turning around in the next parking lot, and steered them back home.

unsatisfied-gluttony asked:

KURAMIYU!! Dysfunctional love or relationship? Although they are kind of dysfunctional -_-' thank you!! I really love your writing and you are a total inspiration to me. :3

I feel like my hair should be billowing behind me, haha. Of course, thank you.


Lips pursed Miyuki tapped his foot on the floor and leaned back in the couch, head rested in such a way so that he could see the clock in the kitchen. It was 3 am and Kuramochi hadn’t come home yet, it wasn’t a big deal. Miyuki tried to tell himself that it wasn’t a big deal but there was that irritating part of himself that muttered to him and it planted the seeds of doubt, what if Kuramochi never came back. 

He began to chew on the inside of his mouth, he would not get to his feet just to pace, but then again how was brooding in the dark any better? 

Tapped his fingers on the arm rest where his phone lied, just as silent as he was. He closed his eyes and a moment later he heard keys in the door, eyes opened as the door didn’t. There was an awful racket just outside the door, Miyuki opened it to Kuramochi jamming the wrong key at the door. 

“Kazuya,” Kuramochi’s face lit up as he swayed, breath heavy with the stench of alcohol, Miyuki grimaced. 

“Was it that hard to find your way back to me?” He said head tilted haughtily. 

“It’s always easy to come back to you,” Kuramochi said, hand in the front of Miyuki’s t-shirt, he staggered toward the other. “You’re the one that makes it hard, you’re so hard to find sometimes,” he said, breathing hard against Miyuki’s throat. 

And if Kuramochi were sober Miyuki would have rolled his eyes hard, but there in the hallway with Kuramochi draped against him, he had to swallow back the noises that crawled up his throat. 

caesariessongbless asked:

Lanna's first impression of Ishgard. Lannah's impression of Ishgard now, Lannah's last thoughts after she's defeated in a primal battle.

[ first impressions ]


Ishgard is bloody cold.

And if Faron could hear the way she’s cursing right now he’d box her ears. Alannah grumbles beneath her breath and tugs on the edges of her heavy woolen shawl with numb fingers. This is no place for the thin-blooded.

The gates of the Holy See loom large and imposing before them, and she can barely hear the sounds of Alphinaud’s exclamation and Tataru’s gasp over the howling of the wind.

She gives their names to the dragoons at the gate, and they scurry aside for the Warrior of Light. It’s something Alannah thinks she will never get used to, and these thoughts hover over her as she enters the city proper.

And then she looks up.

Oh.

The tall spires of the cathedral are beautiful and terrible, climbing thousands of yalms into the sky. The parapets are lined with deadly lances, ready for the inevitable dragon attacks. Finely dressed, elegant elezen populate the city, and Alannah doesn’t think she’s ever seen such fine splendor, even in Ul'dah.

The snowfall seems more gentle inside the city, though the cold still bites through to her bones. But it’s easier not to notice, distracted as she is by the grandeur around her.

It truly is a city among the clouds.


[ impressions now ]


After all is said and done, it is very difficult not to be bitter.

Her bare hands grip the frozen railing as she stares out over the western highlands. Everything and nothing has changed, and have they really gained more than they lost?

Alannah thinks of the dead, of lost friends and fallen enemies. This city is built on lies, its beauty forever tarnished by the knowledge. There is blood on its stones and blood on her hands, and it will be many years before either wash clean, she muses.

The hungry and cold still wander the streets, homeless and dying off day by day. The dragonbrood threat still hovers ominously in the air, and her guilt over her friend’s undeserved fate threatens to overwhelm her.

She hears the chatter of her many companions behind her, but she feels distant from it all. There’s still so much left to do and so far to go, and to her the Holy See now feels like a mausoleum. At least it suits her mood.

“Alaaannnnnnaaahhhhhh!”

The corners of her lips turn ever so slightly at the sound of her name, and she allows herself to smile as the children gather around her, begging her for stories.

Perhaps there is still some hope in this place after all.


[ in defeat ]


Alannah hits the ground hard, bleeding from various painful wounds. Her mana is tapped and her companions lie scattered around her, unmoving. This is not how she thought it would end, though she shouldn’t be surprised.

When you make a career out of slaying primals, one is bound to kill you eventually.

She finds that she lacks the strength even to curl her fingers around her staff; there is no hope of healing the damage done. If she lets her thoughts drift, Alannah swears she can feel pieces of herself dissolve away to become one with the aether.

Her mind turns to Eorzea and the people she’s let down. Hydaelyn should never have chosen her, she thinks bitterly, she is the person least suited to the task of protecting entire nations, even with the aid of the Scions.

She’s just a silly girl, one who’s never even kissed a boy but is expected to foster relations between the alliance and hold both the empire and all the primals at bay.

It’s not fair, she bites back tears as she rails against the universe and the stars wheel overhead. What about the friends back home that she’ll never see again, or her family, or-

Alannah takes a ragged, bloody breath and wills herself not to think of him. But if she’s going to die, then why not? She pictures his stern face and sky-colored eyes set against tan skin, and her heart aches worse than her wounds. Their last goodbye was long before she even set foot in Ishgard, even before that fateful incident in Ul'dah.

The world will remember her, but will he?

She smiles to herself as her vision begins to darken. Of course he will, how could he forget the incompetent, annoying Warrior of Light who begged him for lancing lessons?

Her last thoughts turn to home, the small cottage in the Lavender Beds where everyone is waiting. I’m sorry, she wails inside. Maybe Cae will get all of her pretty outfits, and Sinaka and Adelpha will split her book collection, and then of course there’s the matter of her poor chocobo-

The world goes still and silent around Alannah as her thoughts fade away, and her last sigh echoes as the darkness reigns.

noordinarymagic asked:

13. Michael x female hunter reader

“You taste like heaven.”

You put a finger up to your lips as Michael pressed his lips together, eyes widening at the sudden surge of pleasure pulsing through his vessel. He had never felt this way, this good. Not until he met you. You smirked, hand pumping his cock leisurely, proud in the erection you had caused. He pushed his head against the pillows as you licked the tip of his length, lathering it in a mixture of saliva and lube.

“Mm, you taste like heaven,” you winked, to which he laughed softly, having caught the joke.

“I-I’d never thought,” he groaned as you continued your ministrations. “I’d never thought I’d think a human more beautiful than heaven, y-yet here you are, my dear.”

“Oh, don’t flatter me, Michael,” you chuckled, traveling upwards and meeting his lips in a soft kiss. He moaned, hands landing on your hips and squeezing you to him, as you plunged your tongue into his mouth, letting him taste his precum.

“I a-am not flattering you,” he scoffed, pulling away as you rolled your eyes. “I am but stating the truth.”
“Okay, sweetie,” you straddled his hips and jerked them downwards, reveling in the groan of pleasure that erupted from his throat. “We have other pressuring moments to think about.”

Blacklist ‘bovaria prompts’ if you don’t want to see.

Collection of Drabble Prompts
  • (none of these are mine shh)
  • War:Your character and mine have been assigned to the same unit in a war. They are also battle buddies.
  • Lost:Your character took a wrong turn at Albuquerque - my character is going to try to guide yours home
  • Shipwrecked:We were on a three hour cruise, now we're the only survivors.
  • Zombie Apocalypse:That's it, they're done for. Might as well go down swinging right? Or maybe they can beat this thing....somehow
  • Medieval Court:Avoid court scandal? Is your character a prince and mine a princess from a far off court, are they courtier friends? Sky's the limit.
  • Revenge:Your character has called on mine to exact revenge on someone for something (npc or third character, or fourth welcome)
  • Absolution:Something terrible happened, and our characters were the cause. Guilt eats away at them every day. Do they find a way to make things right? Or spiral into darkness?
  • Broken Home:They were happy once, and then they weren't. Our characters are in an abusive relationship.
  • Take it and leave:Our characters are part of a hold up, are they victims or perpetrators? Worse yet - are they on opposite sides of this equation (best suited for 3+)
  • The Asylum:One of our characters has been deemed "mad", and the other is the assigned Physician to cure them of this madness.
  • Stepford:A hoity toity gated community has extended an invitation for our big wig characters to move in. What happens when the wife becomes...perfect?
  • Saying Goodbye:One of our characters is dying, and instead of just telling the other, they take them on a whirl wind travel tour - ticking off things on their bucket list with their best friend.
  • You Owe Me:Mafia families with two kids who are best friends. Merger in the making, or war?
  • Shackled:My character finally got caught, and the only way to save them is to have them shackled to yours for a month.
  • Star Struck:Our characters space craft has broken down, and life support is on the fritz. Can our character's fix the problem or will they die in space?
  • Glitz and Glam:Personal assistant to the rising Star. Are they friends? or do they hate each? Are they lovers?
  • The Crash:30's Depression Au
  • I'm Sorry:My character feels guilty for being behind the wheel during the accident that left yours in the hospital.
  • Drunken Mistakes:Did they get married? What's going on? Our characters can't remember and have to piece together the night before.
  • Dark Siders:Flip character alignments
  • Scream:My character has caused yours to scream out for some reason
  • Graveyard:My character will visit your characters grave
  • Spectre:My character will be visited by your character’s ghost or vice versa
  • Dream:My character will have a dream about your character
  • Nightmare:One of our characters will have a nightmare.
  • Busted:Your character will catch mine doing something they shouldn’t.
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  • Break Me:I will write an angsty drabble about our characters.
  • Comfort Me:I’ll write a drabble about my character comforting yours- vise versa.
  • Drink Me:I will write a drabble about my character taking shots with yours.
  • Dominate Me:I’ll write a drabble about my character dominating yours. Or vise versa.
  • Embarrass Me:I’ll write a drabble about my character saying or doing something embarrassing to himself or to your character.
  • Haunt Me:I’ll write a drabble about my character watching over yours [as a ghost, watching from a distance, or otherwise, feel free to specify.]
  • Hunt with me:I’ll write a drabble about your character and mine on a hunt together.
  • Join Me:I’ll write a drabble about my character giving your character an offer
  • Kill Me:I’ll write a drabble about my character killing yours.
  • Nurse Me:I’ll write a drabble about my character healing yours.
  • Raise Me:I’ll write a drabble about my character resurrecting yours. Vise versa.
  • Surprise Me:I’ll write a drabble about my character surprising yours. Vise versa.
  • Save Me:I’ll write a drabble about my character saving yours or vise versa.
  • Shoot Me:I’ll write a drabble about my character shooting yours or vise versa.
  • Torture Me:I’ll write a drabble about your character torturing mine or vise versa.
  • Deny Me:my character will either deny your character’s advances or deny them a ’ happy ending’
  • Lick Me:my character will lick yours in any specified place or manner.
  • Suck Me:my character will suck on any body part of your character
  • Tease Me:my character will tease yours, whether in a friendly or a sexual manner
  • Bite Me:my character will bite yours on any part of their body
  • Blindfold Me:my character will blindfold yours in order to have their fun
  • Meet Me:My character is meeting yours either for the first time or just causally.
  • Slap me:my character will slap yours. In the sexual manner, or of anger. specify.
  • Call Me:My character will call your character for whatever reason.
  • Hug Me:My character will hug yours. Either by surprise or for a specific reason.
  • Give Me:my character will give yours a gift
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  • Sleep:My character needs to stay at your character’s house for the night, or vise versa. Specify.
  • Drink:My character will call, text, or show up at your character’s house drunk. Specify which of the three.
  • Heal:My character will tend to your character’s wounds, or be at their side when they’re sick.
  • Protect:My character keeps yours safe from harm.
  • Kiss:My character kisses yours, or vise versa. Specify.
  • Dream:My character wakes up in the middle of the night because of a dream with your character in it.
  • Revenge:My character will get revenge on yours.
  • Jealousy:My character gets jealous over yours.
  • Hallucinations:My character will have hallucinations about your character.
  • Candle:Our characters spending time together by candle light.
  • Gift:My character gives your character something special. Or vise versa. Specify.
  • Spell:I’ll write my character putting a spell on yours. Or being under a spell/curse.
  • Song:My charcter singing a song to yours, or vice versa.
  • Gloves:How my character deals with news from yours, Specify
  • Snow:Our characters in the cold together.
  • Rain:I’ll write a fluffy drabble of our characters kissing in the rain.
  • Kill:I’ll write a angst drabble of my character violently killing yours.
  • Love:I’ll write a drabble of my character admitting they love yours.
  • Lust:I’ll write a drabble of our characters making love together.
  • Date:I’ll write a drabble of my character taking yours out on a date.
  • Defend:I’ll write a drabble of my character protecting yours.
  • Fight:I’ll write a drabble of my character fighting with/against yours.
  • Trick:Your character and mine being sneaky together
  • Treat:Your character and mine being sweet to one another
  • Costume:Your character or mine, dressing up for the other
  • Stars:Our characters under the stars together
  • Snow:Our characters in the cold together
  • Scarf:Your character or Mine borrowing/stealing clothes from the other
  • Hot Cocoa:Our characters enjoying a hot moment together.
  • Candles:Our characters enjoying a moment by candlelight
  • Gift:Your character or mine, surprising the other with a present
  • Bows:Your character or mine, dressing/undressing the other
  • Peppermint:Your character or mine, sharing a sweet secret with the other.
  • ~CUTSIE ONES~
  • A Little Sleepy:Your muse falling asleep on my muse.
  • Cuddles:Our muses cuddling.
  • Mmph!:Our muses accidentally kissing.
  • A Little Messy!:Our muses being adorable cleaning up a mess together.
  • Hold Me...:Your muse has had a nightmare and comes to cuddle mine for safety.
  • I Kind Of...:My muse confessing that they love yours.
  • ~FEELSY ONES~
  • Don't Leave Me!:Your muse is dying in my muses arms and mine is frantic, doesn't want to lose you, and doesn't know what to do about it.
  • Better Me Than You:My muse sacrificing themselves to save the life of yours.
  • Goodbye:My muse dying in your muse's arms.
  • A Click And A Bang:My muse accidentally killing yours.
  • Together Or Not At All:Our muses dying together, telling all their secrets and confessing things.
Send me two or more characters and a number and I’ll write a drabble / ficlet.

(Some of these are from my brain; some of them are from this dialogue generator.)

  1. “Can I kiss you?”
  2. “I can’t let you do that.”
  3. “You came back.”
  4. “I’m flirting with you.”
  5. “Are you drunk?”
  6. “It wasn’t supposed to happen like that.”
  7. “How long has it been?”
  8. “I’ll be right over.”
  9. “You know, it’s okay to cry.”
  10. “I just want this.”
  11. “You don’t need to protect me.”
  12. “You can’t protect me.”
  13. “Have you ever wanted to hate someone?”
  14. “I’m sorry.  I didn’t know.”
  15. “Please don’t argue.”
  16. “I did a pregnancy test.”
  17. “I didn’t know you could sing.”
  18. “Do you ever think we should just stop this?”
  19. “Come home with me.”
  • Meet Me:My character is meeting yours either for the first time or just causally.
  • Greet Me:My character will greet yours, either at the door, at work, or somewhere else.
  • Call Me:My character will call your character for whatever reason.
  • Text Me:My character will send yours either an affectionate or sexy text.
  • Hug Me:My character will hug yours. Either by surprise or for a specific reason.
  • Give Me:my character will give yours a gift
  • Kiss Me:my character will give yours an affectionate, chaste outer short kiss.
  • Tickle Me:my character will tickle yours ruthlessly. :3
  • Surprise Me:my character will surprise yours. Friendly or sexually
  • Kiss Me Sexily:my character will kiss yours in a far more… Sexy manner. Perhaps along their body?
  • Love Me:my character will express their love of yours (romantic, platonic, or sexual)
  • Grope Me:my character will grope yours.
  • Lick Me:my character will lick yours in any specified place or manner.
  • Suck Me:my character will suck on any body part of your character
  • Tease Me:my character will tease yours, whether in a friendly or a sexual manner
  • Please Me:my character will do anything to please yours
  • Bite Me:my character will bite yours on any part of their body
  • Blindfold Me:my character will blindfold yours in order to have their fun
  • Dominate Me:my character will sexually dominate yours
  • Deny Me:my character will either deny your character’s advances or deny them a ’ happy ending’
  • Shag Me:my character will simply shag yours. Romantic, angry, causal, drunk, or impromptu
  • Break Me:my character will break your character emotionally
  • Take Me:my character will kidnap yours
  • Leave Me:my character will leave your character behind
Send me a 'ღ' to generate a romancy drabble.
  • Peppermint:a candied kiss; our muses fight over the last candy...the one who does manage to grab it gets a sweet surprise, when the other muse kisses them, pulling away with a satisfied smirk, and the sweet treat between their lips.
  • Cold Coffee:sweet kisses and tired eyes; our muses wake up next to each other, in a tangle of limbs, the sun peaking slightly through the window...but they don't get up, it's much too comfortable in each other's arms.
  • Fireflies:starry nights, and fireflies; our muses are laying in the grass, either around the pitch black midnight, or somewhere after, with lidded eyes watching the stars, and playing with fireflies.
  • Pumpkin Spice:messy hair, and warm mugs; our muses are sitting around, having the perfect lazy day...most of it a daze of stolen kisses, and the taste of pumpkin spice on each other's lips.
  • Lips or Reading:trade a book for my lips; one of our muses has been really invested in a book all day...the other muse feels the need to steal said book away and retrieve his/her kisses.
  • Splash!:wet hair, transparent underwear; our muses are chasing each other around in the park, eventually in a collision of ankles they are soaked to the bone in a public fountain...not a good day to wear white.
  • Detention:ticking clocks, and chalky bums; our muses are stuck in detention...they get tired of sitting around and start having fun around the classroom. They end up with chalky hand-prints on their bums.
  • I Prefer Blue:paint in your hair, you don't play 'fair'; our muses are painting some rooms in the house, a debate between which hue ensues, and ends in an all out paint-war.
  • Pianos and Clockwork:with clocks we play, and waste the day away; one of our muses is at the piano attempting yet again to master Clocks, the other happens to walk by the door, enticed by the music...by the end of the day, they are playing together...rain a soft pitter patter on the windows.