Random reunion

A: B!? Hey! I’m-

B: A. I know. I remember.

A: huh. Didn’t expect that.

B: What ? Why wouldn’t I remember you?

A: Oh, nothing. You’re just not exactly known for caring about people you don’t like, or think are stupid, or get on your nerves etc. So yeah… figured you wouldn’t remember me.

B: What is THAT supposed to mean, huh?! Don’t you remember we did that thing together!?

A: I remember YOU constantly criticising my every move, YEAH! OF COURSE I REMEMBER ?! But not YOU ever CARING ABOUT ME?!?

B: THAT’S LITERALLY WHAT I SAID?!?

A:NO, IT’S NOT?!

B: WHY WOULD I GIVE SOMEONE ADVICE TO DO BETTER IF I DONT CARE ABOUT THEM , HUH?!?

A: SO WHAT: YOU CARE ABOUT ME?!?

B: OF COURSE I DO, YOU IDIOT?!?

C: Um … guys… this is a coffee shop ?

The fanfic tropes I choose to read are telling more about me than any personality test or horoscope could.

Third chapter of FRIENDS (TV) x Dramione, ‘The One Where Everyone Finds Out’, now out.

‘They don’t know we know they know.’

…TO BE CONTINUED

Second chapter of FRIENDS (TV) x Dramione, ‘The One Where Everyone Finds Out’, now out.

“Doing it, doing it, on his desk doing it!”

The scheming has begun.

…TO BE CONTINUED

In response to the Monthly Mini fest Challenge For the Love of Fest organised by the brilliant @quintalon,

This month fest challenge was: ‘Lovers of Fiction’

And my prompt was: Monica Gellar and Chandler Bing - Friends

… TO BE CONTINUED

Inspired by episode 14 of Season 5 of Friends, follow me on this journey where I bring back to life one of the funniest (possibly) scene of the iconic TV Series, but Dramione Edition!

Where the Slytherins find out about the ‘scandalous’ relationship their best friend and none other than the Golden girl had been trying to keep hidden from everyone, only to be revealed through the most ridiculous, jaw-dropping, and laughable (for some of them) course of events.

The two love birds must have thought it wise to keep it a secret for the time being from them all, but they seem to forget that Slytherins hold grudges like no one and their scheming minds will make sure to get back at them when they least expect it…

Until I see you next time.

With much love, Anna

So casually cruel

A closes their eyes against the harsh sting of B’s palm slapping their face. They’re hunched over with their hands on their knees. There’s not enough air in the world. Their chest burns from running so fast for so long, it feels as if they’re about to throw up.

B’s hand cups A’s cheek, grabbing the skin on their cheekbone painfully. ‘Get up. Fucking get up A, I swear,’ B yells.

vs

A closes their eyes against the agonising pain of their wound. They keel over, dust parting as they thud onto the ground. It feels as if all they’ve ever known is blinding, burning pain. There’s not enough air in the world. Everything burns.

B skids to A’s side, cupping their cheek softly in their hand. They rub their thumb tenderly over A’s cheekbone. 'Get up. A please get up, I swear,’ B’s voice breaks on the edge of a sob.

Hidden Injury dialogue that makes my heart just stop beating

• ‘Whose blood is that?’
• 'Do you know how pale you look right now?’
• 'You’re burning up’
• 'You’re sick’
• 'You can barely keep your eyes open.. When was the last time you slept?’
• 'Take off your shirt. Don’t give me that look’
• 'What was that? You winced.’
• 'You’ve got to do better than that if you want to fool me’
• 'Walk then. Come on, walk towards me. I bet you can’t even take a step’
• 'You’re hurt’
• 'I know you’re hurt. And I’m tired of waiting for you to bring it up’
• 'You can trust me’ (Whumpee denies it) *Caretaker gives them a pat and leaves. The first aid kit sits in their place
• 'I knew it, you’re sick.’ 'Go away’
• 'I’m fine’
• 'Don’t give me that bullshit’
• 'We need to get you to a medic NOW’
• 'I just need to rest’
• Caretaker desperately shaking whumpee awake, calling their name over and over
• 'How could you let it get this bad?’
• 'I’m no use to you, injured’ 'You’re even less use if you’re dead’

EDIT: PLEASE TAG @whumpyourenemy IN YOUR WRITINGS IF YOU USE ANY OF THESE! I’D LOVE TO READ YOUR WORK

‘Help me’ - the moment of vulnerability trope

'Help me’

A normally stoic and stubborn character (A) painfully pushes the words out past their dry lips. The words themselves are wounded, barely unable to reach the other’s (B’s) ear. But they’re heard and the admission of weakness tightens B’s chest more than the sight of A writhing in a pool of their own blood. Their history doesn’t matter, really, when one is the picture of health and the other is closer to hell.

Help me - the phrase is so simple but it carries so much weight. Help you? For what in return? At what cost of my own? What if I can’t.. B’s eyes are widened as thoughts fill their mind. Yet they cannot waste time.

'Fuck it’

It’s a decisive thought, one to end all thoughts.

B bends down to staunch the wound and ties it up haphazardly. And when A starts to fade, they call their name. It’s almost casual at first but it grows in panic. And while they carry A to safety, they’re exhausted and panting but still, they call their name.

Why? Because they care. And seeing A hurt to the point they asked for help, wrenches them.

[The vulnerability trope is not just about a strong character succumbing to injury but also about the character who puts aside their coldness and finally admits that they’d seriously grieve if they lost the other]

Hey, escape with me for a minute

Character A: a healer that treats by absorbing pain, no one knows about their power they just think they’re an amazing healer, chatty, hilarious, never seen outside the healer’s tent

Meets

Character B: stoic soldier who can’t feel pain, has a menacing aura, not one for words but can’t help but smirk at A’s jokes, lots of emotional baggage

Scenes goes something like:

B is brought into the healer’s tent after sustaining a serious abdominal injury during battle. They’re losing consciousness and blood pours out of their wound. B is placed on the bed and A presses down on the wound with a cloth. They try to work their magic but there’s nothing. A removes the cloth, pressing into the wound with their bare hands, blood immediately coating their arms. Nothing. Shit, they have to do this the hard way.

~

When B wakes, they see A checking their fluids beside them. A looks pale and their breathing is shaky. Another patient screams on a bed somewhere. A inhales sharply, pressing a hand to their face and closing their eyes. When they open them, they see B’s eyes watching.

The spy and the healer (Enemies to lovers First meeting fic): ‘Your bloody knuckles betray you’

A strides quickly up the dark corridor, constantly checking behind her for the security chasing her. Her lungs burn but she manages to keep her breathing silent. It’s her first mission and she’s so lost despite having spent hours poring over the blueprint of the enemy’s headquarters.

The grey walls feel as if they’re closing in on her until she sees a door of frosted glass near. It’s dark on the other side so she opens it quietly and slips inside. A fumbles for her flashlight, allowing herself to pant freely in her temporary refuge. She can’t discern any wind that may come from a window. The room feels small, an office perhaps. She finally grabs a hold of her flashlight but before she can shine it, the room’s lights up in brilliant white.

A’s heart near leaps out of her chest, she almost curses aloud. Looking around, she sees a desk before her. It’s covered in paperwork and books. Behind it, a chair with a white coat laid carelessly atop. Against the far wall is a patient bed and various medical equipment lays beside it. There’s another door on the other side of the room, across from the bed. That’s where the figure steps out from.

'I don’t usually get visitors at this hour,’ B says, closing the door.

He walks up to A, running his hair through his messy black curls. He looks at her, and stops.

A averts her eyes and her hands move behind her meekly.

'Recruit!’ B says jovially, regarding her ill-fitting disguise.

'I’ve never seen you before. Guess you’ve never had the pleasure of being injured enough to see me’

A looks up and their eyes meet.

He looks young for a healer, he’s probably naive too. Under the white lights, his soft brown eyes sparkle.

'Recruit, take a seat’ B pats the patient bed.

Hesitant to leave the door, A steps slowly past the desk and toward B. She feels his eyes on her, assessing, undressing.

Sit sit, he gestures. And she does.

He pulls his chair close to her. Tutting softly, he brings a soft cotton pad to the angry red cut along her right jaw. It stings but as he does so, she looks around the room further. As she suspected, there are no windows in this room but she’s not sure about the room that the healer exited from earlier. Her best bet is probably to leave the way she entered. Right now, she’s sitting duck in this healer’s office.

'Luckily, your cut isn’t that deep that I need to stitch it’, B says softly, sticking the adhesive bandage to her face.

'Now, let me see these,’ B reaches for her hands. A’s knuckles are split and bleeding. She bites the tip of her tongue to stop her hiss as he takes one hand in his and spreads an antiseptic gel over them. Although he’s wearing gloves, his hand is warm and soft. A watches him as he focusses on cleaning her knuckles. The healer’s dressed in a sweater, he doesn’t wear his coat. He looks around her age. She feels a small guilt for deceiving him.

B finishes applying the solution to her hands and reaches over to his desk to retrieve a book. She holds her hands out as he fans the book over them. The cool air instantly relieving the heat and pain.

B smirks. 'Recruit, you’re a model patient. Even the toughest pros tear up when I give them the antiseptic for their cuts. But not you, recruit.’

He takes a small roll of white bandage out of a drawer and begins to wrap her knuckles.

'Tell me recruit, what’s your name?’

'A’

'Nice to make your acquaintance A. I’m B’

'Doctor B?’

'No no, just B’

'A, how did you injure yourself?’

The question is posed casually but A grows wary.

'Training. I, er, went too far’

B hums acknowledgment. He finishes up wrapping her second hand and leans back over to his desk. His fingers find a button beneath and press it.

Looking at A, he says

'You sure you didn’t get them from our guards, Agent A?’

He smiles crookedly.

'Your bloody knuckles betray you. All our recruits are forced to wear hand wraps during training’

The distant sound of boots approaching grows louder and louder. A stands up abruptly in an attempt to make a mad rush for the door but there’s a sharp, cold prick under her chin as B holds up a pair of scissors.

'Uhuh, not so fast little recruit. I’ll cut you a deal, since you were such a good patient. If you go now, you’ll have like five seconds on 'em.’

'In exchange for what?’ A asks through gritted teeth.

'This.’ B undoes the zipper of her jumpsuit and tugs off the locket at her neck.

A’s eyes go wide and she lunges for it but B jumps out of reach. She’s torn between retrieving her locket or running for her life. A bolts for the door but as she leaves she hears B call:

'See you around recruit’

When she’s gone, he looks at the locket in his palm.

'I’ll see you soon enough anyway’

Enemies to Lovers dialogues that are pure tension

• ‘We all have our vices. You’re mine’
• [While pointing two fingers] 'Bang’
• 'Have you ever considered that you’re just lucky?’
• 'Does it hurt? Just kidding, I don’t care’
• 'Skip the speech, Churchill. Just shoot me’
• 'I know you, better than anyone else.’
• 'Help yourself’
• 'Who are you without me? You’re nobody.’
• 'Princess, I could do this all day’
• 'Get up. Fight me the way I deserve’
• 'What do you want from me?’
• 'Oh you thought you could go die by someone else’s hand and I wouldn’t know? Well darling, you’ll die when I decide’
• 'Who gave you those bruises? Only a coward would hit like that’
• 'You’re distracted. Go pick a fight with the person you really have a problem with. I’m not your punching bag’
• 'How can I show you that I’m being serious?’
• 'I had nowhere else to go’
• 'Why are you helping me?’/'Shut up. I’m already regretting this’
• 'You’re not the only one that’s allowed to change’
• 'I thought you had no weaknesses’/ 'I’ve recently developed one inconvenient one’
• 'You’re a fool’
• 'I haven’t stopped thinking about you’

Fantasy prompt on Immortals - Whump, H/C are always a given :)

Characters A and B are a couple that used to love to travel. One day, they’re deep in the forest and come across a cave. Inside, sleeps a minor God who is chained there as punishment for mischief. The couple accidentally wake them. The God is bitter for being woken and reminded of their imprisonment. They lash out on the two humans giving them immortality and no mortal weakness except one.

Each other.

If any other person tries to harm them, weapons will just pass through. No blade can cut them. No poison can kill them. But the catch is, as soon as they are near each other, they are more susceptible to injury. Normal blades can’t cut them but an enchanted one might. And not to leave out the most important part but any weapon or means of killing will work if done directly by the other person. They are completely at each other’s mercy.

The couple feel the ground shake as soon as the curse is given. The cave begins to collapse around them. They just manage to make it out. Adrenaline fading, they look at each other. Both are sceptical but something innate tells them it’s true. They decide to call truce, no longer able to stomach the fact that the other person is how they will die, and separate for centuries.

Until..

A walks out of their house into the crisp morning air. It’s a humble abode they’ve built for themselves in seclusion. The morning is silent save for the crunch of their footsteps.. and the explosive sound of a gun. It’s hits them in the thigh and pain explodes in their leg. They fall, blood immediately pooling on the ground.

Panic sets through A.

‘No, there’s no way.. Impossible,’ they mutter.

It cannot be B, they have always kept tabs on each other’s whereabouts and made sure it was always at least the diameter of the Earth away.

'B!’ A calls. Silence resumes.

Overwhelmed by pain which they have not felt for centuries, A maneuvers themself back inside. They haphazardly stitch themselves up and bandage their thigh. They couldn’t find a bullet so they figure it was a graze. Unable to get up, they lay there. Feeling cold and faint, they stay unmoving and pass out.

A wakes hours later to banging at their door. Grimacing, they pull themselves up using nearby furniture. They move from object to object, limping heavily until they reach the door. Delirious, they open it. Their half lidded eyes open wide in shock. It’s B.

A lunges for them. 'You bastard, you..’ A slurs curse words ancient and new. B grabs them by the shoulders, fingers digging in.

'I should be the one saying that..’ But their words falter when they see the state of A, feverish and bathed in their own blood. B lets them fall into their arms.

'Oof’ B groans at the sudden weight, hand reaching for their side.

When they look down at A, the latter is barely awake. Their face is drained of blood, their body is only held upright by B’s arm.

'Let me go’ A says coldly.

And honestly, B would love to. Holding A’s weight to their abdomen presses on their wound. Yet, they hold A up, helping them limp to a seat before collapsing into one themselves. Unbuttoning their shirt, B bares the bandages that bind an injury to their side. Blood has bloomed through. Face set in a wince, A stares at B’s wound.

'I didn’t..’ They start.

'You give me no reason to doubt that’

'How did you get here so fast?’

'It took me a whole day. That’s not fast.. When did you get hurt?’

'A couple hours ago, I don’t know, this morning’

'No I wasn’t close enough. It couldn’t be someone using the loophole’

'Then who?’

B’s fingers pinch the space between their eyes. They groan.

'The God’

'The God? But..’

'A, we were both shot but there is no bullet. Nothing’

Looking at their wound now, its placement on A’s thigh, they realise it couldn’t have been a graze. There should be a bullet in their thigh. But there wasn’t.

'So what now? We go hunting for a GOD?’ A’s voice is raspy. They’re fading and exhausted.

B nods and stands slowly, hissing in pain. They place a blanket over A’s bloody form as they watch as A’s eyes close.

'But the truce holds, darling. Now that we’re together, I cannot let you out of my sight’