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jakkon-and-rose-topic · 10 days

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Wholesome

Heyo Y'all!

Here's the one wholesome scene you get. ONE. UNO. You're welcomeeeee!!!

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Jakkon ran gentle fingers through Eveny’s wavy black hair, a small wistful smile on his face as they watched the sunset through the window together, refracting small scatters of rainbows over them as it hit the glass just right.

“What are you planning to do for the celebration in the morning, Jak?” Eveny smirked. “Talk to some friends? Sing me a song? Stare at the stars for a while? Take me dancing?”

“I’m not sure. But if it involves you I want all of it.” The Satyr wrapped his arms around his new wife as she laughed.

“Same to you sir.” She reached a hand back and flicked one of his horns. “I love you.”

“I sure hope so. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have married me! I love you too. But speaking of which, I did challenge Petals to a competition for tomorrow. I let her choose the subject, but knowing her, it’ll probably be a physical fight. Promise me you’ll still like me with a black eye Evie?”

Eveny laughed. “Don’t be mean Jak! She’ll probably choose chess or something.”

“Nah, she’ll choose something she can win.” Jakkon fixed his position so he leaned against her.

“She swamped you in chess last time!”

“That’s because you gave her over half of my pieces Ev! I would have won!” He smirked. “But I suppose I still have one queen left, and that’s good enough for me. Perfect in fact.”

“Yeah, but I have a king, so I win!” Eveny stuck her tongue out at him.

“I can always count on you to one-up me Evie.”

“That’s just because I’m better Jak!” She smirked, hundreds of tiny lilacs blooming down her hair in pink and white. Jakkon laughed.

“I suppose you are love. I’m just glad you’re mine and I get to be yours.” He sat up and turned to look her in the eyes as he gently took her face in his hands. “You are everything I could have wanted, and more than I could even imagine. Thank you.” And with that, he kissed her.

Eveny melted into Jakkon’s arms as more lavender bloomed all over her face and skin, slowly intertwined with grape vines as they extended from the flowers and wound into his horns, hundreds of petals falling over him as Eveny leaned forward into him. They tried to pull away for a moment but found they could barely get two inches apart as Eveny’s vines had become fully entangled in Jakkon’s horns, tethering the two together. The Satyr and Fae both dissolved into laughter as Jakkon reached up, touching the tip of his finger to a small bunch of grapes on a vine. “I see you really do love me then Evie.”

She blushed and abruptly pulled him back toward her. “Leave it as our little secret?”

“Of course.” Jakkon smiled at his wife and kissed her again as the last light of the setting sun fully faded, leaving the two completely alone with one another.

#creative writing #fiction writing #writeblr #writer things #writers and poets #writers on tumblr #writerscommunity #writing #writing community #fluff #whump #writing fluff #romantic #romantasy #romance #cute writing

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byler4l1fer · 2 years

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Eddie: *Smiles about something Steve did*

Steve: *Stunned* Oh my God! Your smile, it's so cute!

Eddie: (quickly changes to a surprised expression for no one ever said that about him) W-what?

Steve: Aw, even your surprised look is cute!

Eddie: *Blushes* Um- I- Uh-

Steve: *fonds over their cuteness and comes closer then kisses his cheek making Eddie blush even more* You're adorable!

Eddie: T-thank you.

Steve: Your very welcome, cutie

Eddie: *explodes*

#steddie #mommy steve #daddy eddie munson #steve harrington #eddie munson #gay #bisexual #pansexual #aww <3 #cute #incorrect quote #stranger things fluff #stranger things #writing prompts #writing tips #writing fluff

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redd956 · 9 months

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Misc. Fluff Prompt List 1

Lipstick stains patterning a character's face, or shirt. Characters laughing as they decorate each other with their lipstick.

Character A who always brings a favorite game of someone else to play with, whether it be cards, ttrpgs, video games, etc. Character B will always be happy to see them

Big intimidating character who always picks their friends up for crushing bear hugs

Characters sitting around a fire, taking turns telling stories, singing, and playing the guitar

Two characters always seen swapping clothing and accessories as a love language. Character A has Character B's scarf, Character B wearing Character A's jacket, so on so forth.

Bigger character putting their jacket on the colder smaller character.

Two characters turning on some music, and proceeding to dance with each other across the living room floor

✨️Oversized Plushie Gift✨️

When they only have one tiny umbrella on a rainy night, so two characters fight over who gets to hold it above who, until they're both soaked by the time they get home

Everytime anyone calls something cute, Character A always tells Character B, "You know what's cuter? You!"

#fluff #writing fluff #fluff prompts #fluff prompt list

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whumpberry-cookie · 1 year

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Excuses to make two characters cuddle

when they're not that close to cuddle on their own

(CW: alcohol mention, character's death)

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A is delirious and has a pretty bad nightmare. They call for a dead family member/long lost love/friend. In their sleep they grab hold of the arm of B that lies next to them. A calms down and the nightmare is gone. B tenses up, but doesn't wake A up.

It's cold and they have to warm eachother up. The awkward: "tell me if you feel uncomfortable" "No- I mean- are you? I can move backwards-" "No, it's okay. Can I place my hand on your back or...? It goes numb when you lie on it" "Oh, gosh, sorry"

A and B get drunk. A wakes up cuddled to B's chest. They move to their own bed and never talk about it again. It works great if A and B don't like eachother at all or are enemies to lovers.

B is a big spoon that needs to hug the pillow to sleep well. But after they left home for the adventure, they instinctively grab the nearest thing every night. A bag with supplies. A pillow of their mates. Their mates. They're never aware they are doing this. A's too awkward to tell them.

(A:) "Whaat?? US?? NOT LiKing eachother???? noooOo! That's crazy!!" squishes B hard in hug and grins with anger (B:) "NooooOo! I just- LOVE THIS GUY!" B jabs A in the ribs while laughing.

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seriesxwriting · 2 years

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Masterlist- All series

requests are open for any characters ❤️

The walking dead

Negan

Lost time

You and I against this world

Destiny

Edit- im negan too

Supernatural

Dean Winchester

We’re locked in forever

Leaving me wanting more

Sam Winchester

Your my priority

When I saw your face

Lucifer

Edit- my-king-of-hell

Cobra Kai

Eli / hawk

im-okay-your-here

the-fight-over-you

Summer camp

Robbie Keane

In-his-arms

You haven’t lost me

Teen wolf

Theo raeken

The back of the bus

Everything I ever wanted

Locked in

run

shutting-you-up

Ill follow you anywhere

Edit- theo-its-theo-reaken

Stiles stilinski

It’s you I want for Christmas

giving into you

giving into you- part two

Vampire diaries

Stefan Salvatore

Interested

Damon Salvatore

its-been-a-few-years

leading-me-on

Christmas setup

Kai parker

party-time

you-showed-up

his-truth

Edit- he-i s-kinda-hot

Klaus Mikaelson

Soulmates

You’re mine to protect

Just one night

I want you

Outer banks

JJ maybank

country-club

country-club-2

when-im-around-you

im-gonna-end-up-in-prison-anyway

It’s not just a holiday fling

It’s not just a holiday fling part 2

I’ve got you always

Your worth fighting for

Thopper Thornton

you’re different

private-jet

Rafe Cameron

I can’t get you off my mind

420

It’s called flirting

He makes me smile

Forehead kisses

My alpha male

On my mind

Maybe I’ve liked you this whole time

Your important to me

I’d do anything for you

i-wanna-ruin-our-friendship

first-impressions

Getting him back

always-been-you

i-paid-attention

everything-happens-for-a-reason

i-missed-you

stabbed

i-wanna-be-with-you

love-at-sea

in-the-forest

his-secret

save-me

I can’t be without you

with-you-all-the-way

the-l-word

thunderstorms

protective

midsummers-mess

Reunited

I'm yours

Of course I care about you

Our little secret

He’s my safe haven

Give us a chance

Our little family

Edit- so-i-made-an-edit-of-rafe-rafe-fucking-cameron

Edit- Rafe Edit

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moonwaterart · 1 year

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Damn it's been a while since I posted something I'm proud of writing, so here's a ficlet for Kallamar/Follower cause I wanted to write something that anyone with a Cult of the Lamb OC could insert them into if they wanted, so enjoy this short ficlet.

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The One Who Understands Him

Being immortal had its perks, Shamura had assured Kallamar, but the squid-like bishop still had his worries. What if no one followed his teachings now? What if those that did saw his cowardice and decided to leave? Would he be able to keep them from turning their backs to the old gods?

Worry plagued him on a daily basis. He was scared of the responsibilities he was given. Anchordeep was a large place, how was he supposed to do anything significant there without worrying about the worst case scenario?

Kallamar had decided to take a walk to clear his thoughts as much as he could when he came across an injured resident of his domain. Knocked out, beaten and left for dead. Fish swimming about would nibble at them, but scattered once Kallamar got close enough to inspect the damage. They would be able to heal up nicely if they got back to the temple, so he decided to do just that; melting into the ground and emerging back in his inner sanctuary.

He had gotten to patching up the injuries he could see, but given he didn’t know the full extent of what happened all he could do was watch over them and hope for the best.

When they did finally open their eyes three days later, Kallamar burst into tears thanking the old gods that they were okay. The resident seemed dazed, yet when their eyes landed on the weeping bishop they reached out to put a hand against him.

“Are… are you okay?”

“You-You’re not dead! I-I actually didn’t kill you!”

“That’s… quite an odd thing to say to someone… but if you’re the one who saved me, thank you.” They sat up, wincing slightly. “Those rammers did a number on me.”

Kallamar looked at them as they inspected the bandages wrapped around them. They didn’t seem to know who he was, or at least they didn’t acknowledge his ranking.

“How… how did you end up in your predicament?” Kallamar asked.

“Huh? Oh! I um…” They fiddled with the blanket that covered their lower half. “I wanted to get some crystals to make some charms to sell. The orange ones look like tiny little sunsets when the light hits them just right…” They admitted. “Usually I don’t have much to deal with… but when the crystals don’t grow back… you gotta venture further out… you know?”

Kallamar did understand to an extent, crystal harvesting was something he liked to do so his temples could be decorated with all manner of sparkly bits and bobbles, but-

“Straying too far from the villages is a death sentence to those inexperienced with handling what’s out in the vast deep. You could have been killed.” His tone became serious as he took to grabbing a few things around the room with a few of his extra tentacles before coming back to their side to examine them. If there was anything that made him change his tune in a situation quickly it was someone inexperienced in combat being unable to defend themselves.

“Well… not many of us know how to fight since our beloved bishop protects us.” They admitted, allowing the bishop in question to look them over and rewrap their bandages who paused at their words. “I’ve heard he’s quite a swordsman, so strong and protective of Anchordeep. He’s made living here a lot safer for us here, and I’m thankful to him and his high priests for making this place as safe as it is. I must have just wandered into a wild area by accident.”

Hold on.. They didn’t know who Kallamar was?

That was…new.

Strange.

“Surely you know you’re in one of his temple’s, correct?” He asked as he finished up and disposed of the old bandages. “A-and that you know what the bishop of this land looks like?”

“I do.. See that, yes. As for the bishop? No, I haven’t. I live in a smaller village that he doesn’t ever come to, we just hear the stories from the bigger towns when merchants come to trade and buy from the farmers and craftspeople.” They looked at him. “You must be important to the old faith given your size. Right?”

Kallamar flushed a deeper blue color. “I-I guess you could say that, yes.”

“Then maybe… I should stick around and pay you back for saving my life. It’s the least I could do. Even if it’s for a little while.”

“Kallamar? Can I ask you a question?” Kallamar looked to his follower, the one who’d been around since his godhood started. It had been a few years now and they spent time around the temple keeping things nice and tidy, yet from time to time they’d join the bishop on outings and asked him to teach them a few things. Kallamar was a worrier, yes, but some form of contentment would wash over him anytime they spoke to him. They willingly wanted to listen to him and talk with him. There was no sense of fear in their tone, more curiosity and innocence that came from where they once lived. The squid was thankful for that. For them.

“You can ask me anything you wish to.”

“The others tell me how… different I am. You… let me talk to you like I’m on.. The same level as you.” His follower rung their hands, looking out into the vast deep as the two rested from their sparring practice. “It took me… months to figure out you were the bishop in all the stories I’d heard about. Stupid of me, I’ll admit, but are you… okay with me calling you by your name?”

Kallamar looked to them with a look of shock, but also a bit of realization. It was different, yes, but since they met, they’ve been a close friend and confidant of the bishop. Kallamar was surprisingly okay with hearing his name come from their mouth even after they joined his sect.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” He asked.

“W-well the others call you ‘Great Leader’ or ‘Master’, I just feel… I don’t know…”

“You’re worried that I hate that you call me by my name?”

A small nod and look of shame came over the follower’s face. “You’ve done so much for me that I could never fully pay back, but sometimes I worry that you regret saving me a-and that me calling you by your real name doesn’t help with that.”

Were they really that worried about him hating them for that? “My most loyal follower and my most beloved friend, I could never hate you.” He moved closer to their side. “As long as water flows, as long as the days turn to nights, as long as crystals form here in Anchordeep, know I could never hate you, no matter what you call me.”

Kallamar may worry about a lot of things in his life, but his follower’s friendship and their deep understanding of one another would never be one of those things.

#cotl kallamar #cult of the lamb #cotl x reader #cult of the lamb x reader #baps writes sometimes #cotl follower #just something fluffy #writing fluff #fluff #kallamar is a wreck and I love him

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awatercolorbee · 28 days

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From The Sky

part 1

What am I? That’s simple, I’m from the sky, at least that’s what my friend tells me. He says that I have wings that resemble that of a “bird”, yet I look human, just like him.

We sat down one day as he looked through a book that previously sat untouched on his bookshelf. I’ve never seen anyone else in his home before. He flipped through pages upon pages of illustrations with vague descriptions next to them.

“Maybe you’re one of those? It looks kinda like you, yeah?” He pointed to a picture with a five lettered name above it.

I cannot read, the words plastered everywhere around my friend look foreign and strange. He’s told me what many objects are and what they’re used for, but I don’t know how they’re spelt on a page.

Pictures are easier to read though, and what I read on the page does not look like me. It somewhat does, but its wings are far too round and smooth at the edges, and the way it sits on a leaf makes it look small. I am none of those things, especially when it comes to height. I’m much taller than my friend.

“No, it is different.” I finally reply, prompting my friend to give a frustrated sigh.

“Dammit, nothing matches your description! I’ve combed through this book at least twelve times to no avail.” He closed the book with a dull thud. “I knew you being a fairy was a long shot, but I figured that I should ask you anyways.”

I watched as he gave a dejected groan and flopped onto his back, lying against his bed. I awkwardly shifted myself to lay down as well, it would be awkward to be the only one sitting.

“…do I make you angry? You appear upset.” I wrapped my wings around my body to take up less space.

Perhaps I was burdening my troubles onto my friend, and I was hurting him. I don’t want to hurt him. Guilt must’ve been written on my face because he immediately opened his mouth to object. He always said that I was easy to read.

“No no, not at all. You haven’t done anything wrong, and before you say anything, you being here isn’t wrong at all either.” There was confidence in his words and in his eyes, firm yet kind.

A smile wormed its way onto my face, I don’t know why. Maybe it was his words, or the bluntness of his statement, but I felt comforted. Emotions are a perplexing thing.

“Thank you. You’re… you’re a good friend, I’m glad that you’re my friend.” Words seemed to flow out of my mouth naturally, that didn’t happen often.

He smiled back. “Of course. I’m glad that you’re my friend too.”

As if gaining a sudden burst of energy, he shot up off of the bed and stood to face me. I slowly followed suit, sitting up but not standing.

“Come on! We’ve only been searching through one stupid book, there so much more to cover!” The smile on his face was now littered with excitement, it was refreshing from a few minutes ago. “I haven’t even touched the internet yet, and I’m not gonna give up on helping you with your identity crisis.” He extended a hand to help me off of the bed.

Such energy was contagious, especially from him. With a chuckle, my wings unfurled from their timid state and I grabbed onto his hand.

#writing #watercolor writing #from the sky #writing fluff #my silly guys <3 #i tried to indent it i swear they vanished somehow

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magnaswingwritings · 1 year

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Black Bulls Month 2023 Prompt #1: Morning

Pairing: Magna x Luck

Magna was gently woken up by the rays of sunlight filtering through the curtains of his bedroom window. There was a sense of calm and peace. The sound of birds chirping outside. Staying where he was, he relaxed and listened to that sound for a bit before opening his eyes.

Facing him was a sleeping figure. Blonde hair in various directions, eyes closed, blanket held up to the chin, curled up against his side. It was the calmest the fire mage ever seen his partner. It made having an early internal time clock worth it. Getting to see that peaceful expression every time he woke up.

He thought back to the first time Luck spent the night in bed with him. It was just after a tough mission. The kind that left them injured and bloody but at the same time victorious. Magna always keeps extra burn creams and healing ointments in his desk drawer due to all the training he does with his flame magic, so he invited Luck in to help patch him up. The lightning mage was so exhausted from the fight that he didn't argue or tease. He just lied down on his stomach on the soft comforter covering the mattress while Magna applied the ointments on the wounds.

He was overly gentle in the application of the ointment, hands shaking slightly, making sure there was no added discomfort. But then lightning mage had fallen asleep during the process. It came as a shock to the fire mage when he noticed that fact. Very rarely does Luck get this tired that he just passes right out. Typically it's the other way around after a tough mission.

A chuckle escaped Magna as he finished applying the ointment and decided to get ready for bed himself as quietly as possible. Letting the lightning mage get some much needed rest. Once his hair was down and he changed into some more comfortable clothes, he carefully climbed into bed next to his partner. Sleep came quickly as soon as his head hit the pillow.

Zzzt!

That following morning, a zap of electricity woke the fire mage up and shot him out of bed. The sound of laughter being the first thing he hears as he shakes the sleepiness from his eyes and figures out what's going on.

"Hahaha good morning!" Luck said as he stood over Magna's body on the side of the bed with a large smile plastered on his face.

"What the hell was that for!" He responded loudly, his gray and black hair floating in different directions due to the static generated by Luck's wake up call. "Is that really how your gonna wake someone up first thing in the morning?!"

"Not just someone! You!" The lightning mage matter of factly answered.

Magna was not quite sure what to do with that response, his face dusting a light shade of pink. Mouth opening and closing a few times before he could finally grumble, "Good Morning to you too."

"Ahh don't be like that Magna! Come let's grab some food and then we can spar!" He cheerfully grabbed Magna's hand and dragged him out the door.

His mind snapped out of his reminiscing and back to the present when he felt the body against him begin to shift. His body tensed, preparing for one of his partners usual morning stunts. He looked down and grey eyes made contact with blue. Pink dusting both their cheeks. Time lost all meaning to both of them. Luck ended up speaking first, voice raspy from sleep, "Morning"

Magna chuckled and felt his body relax. Contentment filling him as he held Luck closer.

"Good Morning."

#black clover #magna swing #anime #fanfiction #black clover scenarios #luck voltia #magluck #lugna #writing fluff #the black bulls #blackbullsmonth2023

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m0thisonfire · 1 year

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Stay a bit longer

Prowl x Starscream

Words: 1950

Fluff and fluff and fluff and fluff-

Just two lovers being soft and yearning, what more could a writer and pair ask for?

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Starscream had to remind himself to be careful. To not ravage the smaller bot in his claws that was lovingly cradling his helm.

Abandoned warehouses. Starscream was continually reminded to be thankful for them. Providing shelter and secrecy from the outside world as he initiated this wonderful ritual of passion.

A Cyber Ninja and a Decepticon. Who could've guessed?

Not Prowl or Starscream.

But neither cared as Prowl carefully traced Starscream's crest and helm ridges, pressing harsh kisses to his faceplates as the flier held him gently. Prowl could feel his claws twitch around his waist, low chirps and purrs erupting from Starscream in short bursts.

The seeker pulled him closer, drawing his legs closer to effectively trap him against his frame. Not that he had to, he just wanted the smaller mech closer.

With a content sigh, Starscream let his optics offline, wings twitching as he relaxed into the feather light touches. Affection like this was new. Affection like this was wonderful. Affection like this deserved to be guarded.

And guard the small ninjabot he would. He shall.

A low primitive growl escaped his vox as he rumbled softly at the thought, optics onlining to watch his smaller counterpart pause to give him a curious look.

He shifted, moving to press a light kiss of his own to the small helm, his engine whining as he did. Prowl hummed, tipping his helm back to lightly brush their dreams together as Starscream let out another content vent. His wings happily flicked and fluttered at the contact, the flier wanting nothing more than to kiss him. But he'd wait. Patience, Prowl continuously talked about. It was important to him. And Starscream would wait as long as it took.

Unfortunately, his systems disagreed, shrieking to roughly handle the smaller mech and do as he pleased. Prowl was his after all, there wasn't any reason not to! But still he waited. Patiently. Starscream could be patient for him.

"... Tell me what you're thinking," Prowl softly whispered, cupping his faceplates and pressing a kiss to the ridge of his olfactory sensor.

A low hum escaped Starscream as he considered his response carefully. There were many things he was thinking of. All of them revolving around Prowl.

Finally deciding on the most prominent on his processor, he quietly responded while leaning closer, “I’m thinking of you. A kiss.”

“A kiss?” Prowl’s derma curled into a teasing smile, “I’ve been kissing you this whole time!”

The two wheeler chuckled at the look Starscream made at him, a smile of his own forming as he rolled his optics, “Didn’t know you could make jokes like that… no. A kiss.”

“Ah…” Finally relenting, Prowl chuckled as he carefully pulled his helm closer, tilting his own to properly fit their lips together.

Starscream’s engines roared happily at the kiss, his self control straining as he deepened it and listened to the pleased moan Prowl made at the action. His grip tightened around the black and gold mech, a clawed servo coming up to carefully cradle the smaller’s helm and pull him more against him.

He could hear Prowl’s engine too, the revving of his inner machinery at his touch and actions. He could also hear his cooling fans…

Not that that mattered, Starscream’s had been blasting for the last half-cycle…

A light tap from Prowl let him know to break the kiss, as much as he wanted to continue their contact. Starscream pulled away with an impatient glare, inquisitive and gentle as it was, huffing as Prowl tilted his helm and looked slightly to the side, visor narrowing.

This tipped Starscream off that there was something wrong… He tilted his helm as well, a light chirp leaving his vox as he intently listened for what Prowl could have heard.

There was a scraping sound farther out near the entrance of the warehouse, the door opening? Someone here?

The idea made Starscream irritated. They were in the middle of something-

"Starscream."

Prowl's voice, soft and stern, pulling the seeker's attention away from his agitation and to him. The look shared was more than enough to convey the plan. They'd simply hide until it passed.

With a rattling hiss, Starscream gathered him up and stood, claws protectively curling around the ninja's frame as he looked around. There, tucked near a dark corner, was a false door leading to a narrow corridor.

He made a beeline for it, with quick calculated movements barely audible. The door creaked and screeched, but he managed to squeeze his way inside, careful to give Prowl all the room he needed before pulling the door close behind them.

With the door shut, Prowl turned and tapped his chassis, a sign to let him down. Starscream obliged with a grumble, watching his lover intently as his peds quietly hit the floor. His huge clawed servo was quickly captured in Prowl's smaller one, being dragged down the hallway and towards a dimmer back room. The ceiling was collapsed, small rays of moonlight streaming in and illuminating the room the two had entered.

Dragged to a darker corner, Prowl released Starscream and made a gesture to sit. He did, carefully easing himself down as he huffed and grumbled. Prowl simply shook his head with a small smile and a huff of his own, the seeker's clear impatience amusing him.

"Easy, Star…" He slowly approached, Starscream's attention solely on him again with soft optics despite his small glower.

Carefully, he lifted his servos to cup the seeker's faceplates again. The effect was instantaneous, Starscream's glower softening to a disappointed pout as he offlined his optics and leaned into his touch. Another annoyed squawking chirrup made Prowl hum as he leaned forward and kissed him again.

Deciding to poke fun a little, he mused teasingly, "Oh, dear… Are you that upset our little session was interrupted?"

"Yes," Starscream responded with a slight whine, giving another kiss as he lamented, "We so rarely get time together as is… I am upset at the idea of our session ending so soon."

Prowl frowned at that, a smaller hum agreeing as he petted the side of his lover's helm. He wasn't wrong… every one of Starscream's movements was tracked by the Decepticons and Autobots, even the humans… and Prowl was often questioned on his whereabouts by his team if he was gone for too long. They really didn't get much time together at all when they did happen across each other…

He quietly sighed, settling in Starscream's lap again as eager claws set upon him. Touching and tracing his seams and sides as the seeker gave him a gentle kiss on the helm. But Prowl could still feel the uncertainty. The desperation.

Reaching up and wrapping his arms around the flier's neck, he pulled his frame closer against the larger one in a hug. He quietly cooed to Starscream, lightly pressing another kiss to his shoulder plating.

"Oh, Starlove… it's alright. We still have time before I have to go back."

Starscream made a whirring whine, holding him close and encompassing him in the returned hug. He squeezed his optics shut, tiredly sighing as he slowly pet Prowl's back.

“I’d prefer if you didn’t go back at all…”

Prowl hummed concerned at that, twisting his helm to give the seeker a curious look. Starscream felt the small squirm and clarified quietly, “I mean, I’d prefer if you stay with me. We can hide in one of my bases, you could defect. We don’t have to stay like this…”

The two wheeler was silent. Once, very long ago, that’s what he wanted. To stay out of the war. But after his training, his discipline and instruction, he had something worth fighting for. Until he didn’t… but even so. At this point, after everything, defecting would be wrong.

Pulling away slightly, Prowl quietly sighed, “No, Starscream, I can’t. You know I can’t.”

He could feel Starscream’s disappointment from the way his frame immediately sagged. His grip tightened slightly as he nuzzled him, venting heavily as he whirred quietly.

“Then… just stay as long as you can.”

Nodding, Prowl pressed another soft kiss onto his plating as he returned the nuzzle, whispering quietly, “That’s what I was planning on.”

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“Shh! Starscream-!”

“I know, I know, I’m sorry-”

Finally, after another moment of panicked squirming, Starscream managed to quietly pull himself into Prowl’s room through the crack in his wall.

The tree was a bit of an issue, making the entrance a bit too tight for the seeker, though he managed well enough. Prowl’s room was just tall enough to fit Starscream crouching, another thing the seeker managed well with, keeping low and slowly crawling to Prowl’s berth.

With a huff, Prowl shook his helm as he followed, wondering how he let Starscream convince him to spend the night together.

The flier hadn’t wanted their time together to end, quietly begging for a night in his room and promising to be gone before the sun rose and his team woke up. Prowl, somehow, agreed, not fully convinced that the arrangement would work.

But as he watched Starscream situate himself comfortably into the surface of his sleeping area with a content smug smile and wings happily flicking, he started to grow more eased. So far, everything was going smoothly. Starscream was doing particularly well keeping quiet, and was now in a position where he would remain silent.

With this in mind, Prowl went to his berthroom door and double checked it was locked. Checked again, and again, wondering if he could double lock it for the night… he couldn’t imagine a teammate managing to stumble upon him in a slumbering Decepticon’s embrace…

“Prowl,” Starscream lightly whined, watching him impatiently with a pout, “Get over here, it should not take you that long to lock a door!”

“Patience. I’m just making sure it stays locked.”

A quiet hum escaped Starscream’s vox as he laid his helm down, closing his optics for a moment to bask in his lover’s berth as he waited. His systems whirred contented despite the dangerous situation, and he found he liked the thrill of this idea. Sleeping with his lover in his enemies base… a chance to be caught, and yet…

Starscream wouldn’t let that happen. He already had plans to slip away, he just wanted to spend more time with Prowl. He wanted to hold him a little longer, love him a little longer…

Hearing the soft pedsteps, Starscream opened his optics again to watch the ninjabot approach. When Prowl neared, Starscream reached out to gently grasp his arm, lightly tugging him closer onto the berth and pulling him down to lay with him.

Starscream took a moment to just take the sight of the two-wheeler in, him laying with him in a berth for the first time in a few months… a few months too long in Starscream’s opinion…

The two stared at each other a moment, taking the moment in, before Starscream smiled and turned more to wrap Prowl in a hug. Curling around his lover in a protective way, the seeker began lightly purring, softly petting the ninja’s plating as he hunkered down more and offlined his optics. Prowl smiled gently as he nuzzled closer, hooking his arms around the larger chassis with a sigh as he got comfortable. He pressed one last kiss to Starscream’s plating, listening to the quiet resulting trill as Starscream let out a long sigh, his internal mechanisms clicking to a slow pace as he drifted into recharge. Prowl’s smile remained as he offlined his visor and tried to pull himself just a bit closer to drift off too.

Maybe this wasn’t such a bad idea after all…

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#ninjastar #tfa prowl #tfa starscream #transformers animated #prowl x starscream #writing fluff #before I inevitably write the Angst of this pairing #ahhahah #I am both looking forward to it and not-#but for now #fluff

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celestialwrites · 6 months

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saying ‘i love you’ without saying ‘i love you’ dialogue prompts

@celestialwrites for more!

♡ “to me, you are perfect.”

♡ "don't you realise? you are my world."

♡ "you brought me back to life."

♡ "the only way i know how to describe what i feel around you is home. i feel at home."

♡ "it's as if my entire life i have been sinking in a storm and you came and pulled me out."

♡ "you know i stayed for you, and frankly, i don't regret it one bit."

♡ "with the whole of my heart, i believe that together we are infinite."

♡ "i never intend on leaving you. you hear me? never."

♡ "thank you for being the shoulder i always needed, even when you hated me."

♡ "i can't live without you!"

♡ "never leave me, my heart couldn't bear it."

♡ "i've spent my whole life waiting for you."

♡ "consumed in darkness, you darling, were my light."

REBLOG TO SUPPORT YOUR LOCAL WRITERS!!<3

#when i tell you guys im so sorry i haven’t posted much recently - i really am so sorry!!#writing and reading slumps suck and i’ve been so busy #thank you all for your patience !#writing prompts #writing prompt #creative writing #angst prompt #angst writing #writing fluff #fluff prompts #domestic fluff #writing inspiration #story prompt #dialogue prompts #dialogue prompt

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anamelessfool · 4 months

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I CAN'T STOP WRITING FLUFF!!!! (I blame @riptide-kid 😁)

Christmas at Secondo's house fluff ficlet incoming

#writing fluff #ao3 author #dad secondo

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sublieu · 2 years

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Hi not a request, but I really like your writing for LMK, what's your inspiration to write and tips? and can I ask for lmk x reader blog recommendations, just something to soothe my curiosity

Oh! Thank you! :3

Some people I recommend! [I don't really think they write smut though]

@cheesecakezyum @drsp00ky1 @chimerabliss @pamgkrthwrites @fandomwriterlover @ghosts-garden

I don't really write out of inspiration, I only write out of fun! It sucks being in consistent work but writing helps me vent out! [Specifically smut writing but ye]

And some personal tips from me when writing! [Tumblr, wattpad and general]

Wattpad &Tumblr

Create your own covers and please do not use an artist's work without giving them proper credit: I remembered one of my old accounts where the artist sent a death threat to me

If you're going to write a y/n. Do not add any specific features or traits. This involves blonde hair or blue eyes or a shy personality, otherwise it wouls still classify as an oc insert and from what I've noticed. Many people [not alot just a good chunk] don't like a self insert. Y/n is a blank character, sure they can have attributes to make them look like a specific gender but they would still be classified as gender neutral unless you give a note stating they're either female or male. No messy blonde buns or magenta eyes.

Please refrain from switching povs every few paragraphs, I best recommend trying to write in a third person perspective or change the pov every chapter. Especially when it involves smut

General writer tips!

Monologues and Convos

-If you're going to write someone stuttering, please refrain from using too much to bring across a point

[E.g: "I- i-i-i love you!"] Instead try using from one to two or, if you're not comfortable with that you can simply say they stutter after writing their monologue.

[E.g: "I love you!" He stuttered,]

Learn to take criticism!

It's important for writers, artists and people in general to take criticism as not all the time the fic or suggestion will reach people!

But if you still can't handle it, Then you may feel free to either remove or block their comment! Just because I said you need to take criticism, You need constructed criticism and not criticism that hides a bit of hate in it!

Writing errors

Try to proofread or ask someone to proofread your works! Incase if any errors or something weird is said in your fic. Personally I use grammarly [how ironic]

Relaxing/Learn to take breaks.

Learn to take breaks every once in a while! Don't push yourself over otherwise you'll suffer a writer's block.

Writer's block is literally the worst thing to happen to a fic writer [happened to me twice] so it's important to take a break! Sometimes it takes a week to a whole year so it's extremely important to relax.

Smut!

Dont be afraid to want to see a character squirm! Smut is basically either wanting to see the character or the [Name] squirm!

Be honest with your smut and write it! If you can't save it, try and write it down for later! [Except cp zoo and necro. Yall bitches are nasty]

If you can't/don't understand how to write smut then look up how to or ask someone! It's ok to ask people for help every once in a while.

I recommend to do not add author's notes during a smut, it ruins the vibe alot [this is from me personally]

Tag your fucking shit or write in the description what's to come. I swear I hate when I wanna read something and it involves a kink or fetish that I'm not comfortable with

And that's basically it!

#writing #writers on tumblr #writerscorner #writersociety #female writers #writing smut #writing fluff #writing angst #writers block #fanfic #writing tips #writing tricks #hoped this helped!

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allison-dedecker · 1 year

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Some silly found poems with candy hearts for

Valentine's Day!!!

#writeblr #poetry #writing #spilled ink #found poetry #found poem #valentine's day #candy hearts #candycore #love #romance #crushes #writing fluff #micro poem #self-published works #allison dedecker

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whumpberry-cookie · 1 year

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Fluff scenes 10

(Cw: war aftermath/healing from trauma)

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Caretaker was snapped out of his sleep by the sound of the phone. He lifted the receiver to his ear, still semi-conscious. On the other end, he heard a quiet, hesitant voice: "Hello...? Hello?"

(C:) "mmm? ....yea...? whosthere..."

(W:) "I'm sorry for interrupting"

Only then did he recognize the familiar voice on the receiver. Caretaker raised himself up on his elbow, startled. Whumpee rarely contacted anyone when it wasn't necessary.

(C:) "Oh, no. Not at all"

In the aftermath of the horrors of the war Whumpee experienced, he had trouble asking anyone for help, or keeping in touch at all.

(W:) "You were sleeping"

(C:) "Hm? Yes, I mean I was. But I told you I'm more than happy to talk if you ever need to. So I guess I'm just glad you reached out"

Caretaker gave the caller a moment to collect himself and say the reason for the conversation. But instead, silence fell on both sides of the phone.

(C:) "So what is it, Whumpee? You know, it's okay if you just called for no reason. We can find a topic"

Whatever happened, Whumpee simply wasn't in a place to say it out loud. Instead he asked:

(W:) "D-do you remember that song?"

(C:) "The song...? Oh, you mean the one you've heared in my radio you liked so much?"

(W:) "Mhm"

(C:) "You want me to sing it to you?"

(W:) "mhm..."

(C:) "Okay, so you need to keep the receiver close, I have to be a little quiet so my neighbours don't wake up"

Caretaker's voice was quiet, soft and soothing. When he finished, he asked what kind of song Whumpee would like to hear next.

Caretaker got no answer, only the sound of calm, deep breathing. Whumpee fell asleep hugging the receiver to his cheek.

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#whump #whumpee #whump aftermath #whump healing #comfort writing #comfort #whump prompt #caretaker #writing #emotional whump #whump fluff #fluff scenes #fluff prompt #writing fluff #writing comfort #tw war #tw war aftermath #war aftermath #SoundCloud

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writingonesdreams · 2 years

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And the bridge is love

Summary: Skye, Hal, Zephyr, Leander and Kieran go for a trip for a telepathic link exercise. Set somewhere in the 2nd arc. If you ever wondered what the ability to read each other's thoughts would do to friendships, here is your answer. A fluffy scene.

What better way to train telepathic connection on long distances and discipline and attention of the mind, then going to a crowded place, with a lot of impulses overflooding the senses?

It was Skye's idea how to get everyone involved, because Hal doesn't do impractical things, Leander doesn't do things with Hal, Zephyr doesn't leave his students and Skye rarely steps down from the flying islands to where normal people live.

The more people the more trouble, if you asked her.

That's how it happened they were trying a very unusual constellation today. Leander and Zephyr took Hal shopping, while Skye was taking a walk with Kieran.

It was an easy exercise to do for Skye. The blazing sun, the chaotic crowds, even the pretty sights of the ancient theater on the beautiful square weren't enough to weaken her connection to Hal. His distress at being outside the islands only enhanced his distress at being around people, not to mention the new rawness at being exposed and around so much noise and movement.

Hal was out of his element, which was good, because it was rare. She also felt sorry for him, because this absolutely mundane thing, this thing people called trips and did for fun, was such a dreadful endeavor for him, making his skin crawl.

The difference was, everyone could see that today. The connection in their minds worked for all five of them, so at any time they could sense what all the other were doing and were supposed to be able to zoom in on anyone in particular.

Skye kept focusing on Hal for his anxiety and fear, but she also felt his cold determined will to not let his distress show in his expression, while not clamping his mind shut from the connection.

Because today all of them could feel how much it cost him each day to act like he felt nothing.

Skye could feel this realization hitting Leander as he inspected all the shirts and tops from the shop, as he touched the fabric and checked the composition. Leander who wasn't used to stress of any kind, whose state of mind was the closest to flegmaric she ever encountered. If his carefree mask ever angered her, it was gone now with the sight into his mind - he genuinely didn't feel any concerns. Free, sunny, lazy, playful. That was Leander's mind.

Hal's feelings, all the thoughts and processes and contradictions running through the god's mind confused the blond dragonknight. Flood of threads, colourful and taunt, pulling in all directions.

Zephyr's mind was curious and open. When she brushed against it, she felt the openness, the perception upped to maximum, as he was trying to sense and take in everything around him, especially Hal's state.

She was pulled away from the scene at the shop by Kieran squeezing her hand. He looked at her shyly, despite his height towering over her head and pulled her closer as they faced a big group of tourists coming from the market ahead of them.

This was her problem in turn. Holding a telepathic connection in the crowd was easy, but staying present in the moment was not. Kieran had to actively distract her from her thoughts, bringing her to the market with the souvenirs, buying her a rose shaped ice cream, holding her hand.

Kieran's mind was hard to describe. Fragmented, like it was made of mosaic pieces he didn't find a way to fit together yet. He wasn't sure what he felt, which was a confusing state for her, but so natural to him, it didn't cause him any discomfort.

Not in this moment at least.

His curly black hair was rebellious peaking out from the hat she bought him with the city's name on it. She was so gigglingly happy he wore it, and he could see it, which was even more embarrassing.

Kieran thought she was this powerful unapproachable muse, wandering the castle's towers with books and dreamy looks in her eye and it was disconcerting seeing herself from his eyes, even if she could understand where he was coming from.

She didn't do one on one training with students, her lessons consisting of pretty one-sided lectures. She invited discussion, cherished it, but Kieran was too unused to talking, to participating, to interacting with anything if not forced to. Talking in big groups was his worst nightmare.

He always watched her only from the distance, an unreachable ideal, a puzzling power, authority known for her mind.

Yet here she was, trying to just be a human, a girl he could grab by the arm and drag through the crowds not to lose. Being so close to him, feeling the tight grip, realizing the effects of all the physical training shown in his muscular eyes also gave her a different impression. Physical world just revealed people in a different light, different dimension. He wasn't a name on the list, a spot in the class, a boy Zephyr liked to talk about. He was a person, a strong man, a shy kid, a ripped jeans jacket and a white sneakers. 18 years old, a supposed adult, in some ways too mature for his years, in others alarmingly lacking in nourishment and gentleness.

It was funny, with all the mightiness of his step and pride in his muscles, to see him blush, when he she squeezed his hand back. She smiled, and then clung to his arm with both hands like a coala. His mind erupted into confused panic and endearing joy.

A weirdly protective wave for him washed over her then.

They headed back to the square, Kieran leading the way through the mass of bodies, making space for her. She touched his mind in thankful appreciative stroke, and he just looked down, hiding under the hat and kept pushing on.

Skye was going to make him used to this, this closeness and affection, uprompted touches, uncalled snuggling. His ears were burning red as he registered her thoughts.

They found the others in the shades of the park on the square with the theather. Hal wore a brand new oversized white shirt, but for his paleness looked like a ghost. It suited him though, being out of his black coat. It was a big step for him, big exception he was doing today, not wearing it.

Leander's brows were drawn together and he kept rubbing his hands, like he was cold listening to Hal's conflicted emotions all afternoon. Zephyr looked relaxed, but turned into her direction, expecting her arrival.

All three boys stared at her hanging off Kieran's arm in surprisingly childish way. She send her sharpened goal to affectionate Kieran their way like an arrow, which made Leander just stare more while Hal shook his head. Something like a smile played on his lips.

Leander then stared at him for a change, never seeing him smile before.

Zephyr looked approvingly, no sign of jealousy from what she could detect. She still disconnected from Kieran and nestled with her back against his chest. His hands wrapped around her automatically.

The charm of being near Zephyr was the calmness that immediately settled over her. She felt the curiosity of others, directing their attention to what the pair would say or feel for each other, but there was nothing but peace.

Because when Zephyr was near, she couldn't focus on anything else. Reaching into his mind, obvious and inpecting, she found nothing but his sight directed at her, concentrating on the spot where her hair tickled his chin. She could see herself through his eyes, and the adoration took her breath.

Impulsively, she turned to place a quick kiss on the side of his mouth. He jumped in surprise at her unusual initiation of affection, and then tightened his grip on her. Their noses touched as she put her arms around his neck and pulled him closer.

She should do this more often.

Better to stop at the best, she wiggled herself gently from his arms to latch onto Kieran again. Leander rolled his eyes, but even he couldn't resist her dazzling smile, she could see it plainly in their connection. The blond then put his arm lazily around Zephyr, squeezing him possessively before extending the other to drag in Hal as well. The black eyed boy looked startled and alarmed, before settling into the half-hug, his distress morphing into curiosity at the new situation.

They spend the day doing wonderful stuff. Leander tried out all the sunglasses at every stand. Hal bought like twenty postcards that look like paintings. Zephyr got a matching ying yang necklace for the both of them from a small souvenir shop and it was the cutest thing she had ever seen. She wore the black and he wore the white half and she kept hugging him too much that day.

They should definitely do this more often.

#writeblr #writers on tumblr #writeblr community #creative writing #my writing #writing fluff #wip: tears of iron

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