Your whumpee is forced to become addicted to a drug, and has to go through the subsequent withdrawal. 

Perhaps this is a brutal cycle the kidnapper takes a great amount of glee in continuing. 

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gentle smut prompts

minors dni

• accidentally biting each other’s lips (or not so accidentally)
• stopping movement to express your deepest, most profound love for each other, before smiling into a kiss
• lips touching with each movement but there isn’t a kiss
• a quick stop to gaze into each other’s eyes and study lips
• pulling back from a kiss only to come down into an even harder one
• wanting your partner to keep their shirt on because it’s yours, and they happen to look very hot in it
• placing kisses all over your lover’s body, from their forehead, to their nose, knuckles, stomach, thighs…
• reaching for a condom but instead deciding to try for a baby
• “ but you see, here’s the thing… if i kiss you, i’m not going to be able to stop. and i’m planning on giving you the most mind-blowing night of your life. so get some rest… and come collect tomorrow. “
• whispering “ i love you “ into your partner’s ear on a loop
• teasing your partner until they’re practically begging for mercy
• fighting over who gets to be on top, both parties more concerned over their partner’s pleasure as opposed to their own
• intertwining fingers, kissing your lover’s neck
• going down on your partner but your partner cracks a joke, and suddenly you’re both laughing and things aren’t going anywhere
• telling your partner to be quiet as to not get caught
• competing over who can make the other one moan louder
• falling asleep in each other’s arms, waking up a couple hours later for round two, a much slower act this time

screnwriter:

prompts that hit in all the right places

• showing up outside your enemy’s door
• only one bed
• knife against the throat
• “it’s always been you” kisses
• exclaiming “because i love you” during an argument
• rain kisses
• “use me”
• “make me”
• undressing your love interest, having to tend to their wounds, trying not to gawk their chest but failing to do so
• asking your not yet lover to stay the night because you don’t want to be alone
• being pushed to the ground/wall with your hands pinned down
• sexual tension when tending to someone’s wound
• “i didn’t know where else to go”
• fake dating (it was real all along)
• exes to lovers
• “it’s not like i’ll ever see [my ex] again,” but said ex is standing behind them, ready to announce they’re moving back into town
• a character claiming they’re not going to do ~the thing~, but can in the next frame be seen ~doing the thing~
• “nothing is ever going to happen between us!”
• two strangers bumping into each other on the street, instant attraction. not love, attraction!
• the italicized “oh”
• “what is it that you don’t get? i’m not attracted to [name]!” (proceeds to stare longingly at the person of their desire)
• going to sleep on different sides of the bed, waking up entangled
• forehead kisses but it’s the male being kissed on the forehead
• dancing together, one of them takes the other’s hand,kisses it
• “what you’re doing right now is really stupid but you’re cute and i can’t help but laugh”
• “let’s kiss, just to see what it’s like”
• going to sleep in separate beds, sneaking into each other’s for some snuggles
• when someone’s like, i don’t know, hurt or something, and the other character’s like, tending to their wounds, and then just, wrap the other into their arms, thankful they’re alive
• character is taken hostage by the antagonist, their lover goes absolutelyballistic, doing everything in their power to protect their lover, the antagonist has to restrain them, but it doesn’t stop the character from trying to reach their lover, doesn’t matter what happens to them, doesn’t matter if they get beaten as long as their lover is safe

&. .  .

(  dialogue  prompts  taken  from  quotes  of  various  f.  scott  fitzgerald  works.  feel  free  to  edit  as  you  seem  fit.  )

• ❛ you are afraid of being in love then? ❜
• ❛ i’ll kiss you if you want me to. ❜
• ❛ we’ll survive, you and i. ❜
  
• ❛ come and kiss me and let’s forget. ❜
  
• ❛ hard to sit here and be close to you, and not kiss you. ❜
  
• ❛ i’m not used to being loved. i wouldn’t know what to do. ❜
  
• ❛ sometimes i don’t know whether we are real or whether we are characters in one of my novels. ❜
• ❛ wouldn’t it be awful if we fell in love again? ❜
  
• ❛ i’m yours - you know it. ❜
  
• ❛ you’ve a place in my heart no one else ever could have. ❜
  
• ❛ books mean more than people to me anyway. ❜
• ❛ you’ve got an awfully kissable mouth. ❜
  
• ❛ i won’t forget you. i will promise to remember you always. ❜
• ❛ if i wait till i fall in love again i’ll just wait forever. ❜
  
• ❛ things you’ve just said and forgotten, i’ve put myself asleep night after night remembering. ❜
  
• ❛ love isn’t like it is in books. ❜
  
• ❛ i’m telling you all of a sudden, but it isn’t new with me. i love you. ❜
  
• ❛ i keep the light burning on your desk so i’ll think you’re there when i wake up. ❜
  
• ❛ the odd thing is that i’m in love with you anyhow. ❜
  
• ❛ won’t you let me lean against your shoulder just the smallest bit? ❜
  
• ❛ it’s been very rare to have known you, very strange and wonderful. ❜
• ❛ it’s sweeter to be alone. ❜
  
• ❛ if you’re tired of kissing me, i’d better go. ❜
• ❛ i’ve formed the habit of liking you. ❜
  
• ❛ there’s something between us- a sort of pull. something you always do to me and i to you. ❜
• ❛ i won’t have to build my love up. it’s up in the skies now. ❜
  
• ❛ you’re trying to leave yourself behind, but you can’t. the more you try to run away from yourself, the more you’ll have yourself with you. ❜
  
• ❛ i’m sorry i had such a devastating effect on you. ❜
  
• ❛ i forgot everything. your lips were so beautiful. ❜
  
• ❛ say you love me. say it now — can’t you say it now? even if you don’t mean it? ❜
  
• ❛ i still love you. that’s the odd thing. ❜
  
• ❛ my god, you’re fun to kiss. ❜
  
• ❛ i wouldn’t change you for the world. ❜
  
• ❛ it’s all so simple. he loved me and i loved him. that’s all there is. ❜
  
• ❛ you’ve fallen for me — completely. you’ve got me in your dreams. ❜
  
• ❛ tonight there’s got to be no past or future, no time, just tonight, you and i. ❜
  
• ❛ of course you could never love anybody but me. ❜
  
• ❛ i’m a lost soul maybe — i don’t feel at all like i ought to feel. ❜
  
• ❛ i fell in love with you the first time i saw you. ❜
  
• ❛ in my heart i love her all the time. ❜
  
• ❛ and what in hell could we ever be to each other? ❜
  
• ❛ i realized what was the matter, what had always been the matter — i was deeply and incurably in love with her. ❜
  
• ❛ i’m more beautiful than anybody else, why can’t i be happy? ❜
  
• ❛ you intoxicated me. it was just as though you were making me love you by some invisible force. ❜
  
• ❛ it’s because i love you, dear— ❜
• ❛ i once imagined you loved me a little bit, if you’ll excuse the presumption. ❜
  
• ❛ i loved you once — for a year i thought you were the only person in the world. ❜
• ❛ sometimes you think you’re so much in love that your love could fill the biggest palace conceivable. sometimes you haven’t got enough to fill one room. ❜
• ❛ his dark eyes took me in, and i wondered what they would look like if he fell in love. ❜
  
• ❛ people fall in and out of love all the time, don’t they? i wonder how they manage it. ❜
  

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(  we  love  angst  on  this  blog,  what  can  we  say.  here’s  some  more  dialogue  prompts  for  you.  a  warning  for  potentially  triggering  themes  below.  )

• ❛ everything you touch, you ruin. ❜
  
• ❛ the only one who gets to kill you, is me. ❜
  
• ❛ you can’t make me disappear. ❜
• ❛ memories are only there to make you bleed. ❜
• ❛ i don’t need your permission. ❜
  
• ❛ don’t shut me out like this. ❜
  
• ❛ the less you know, the better. ❜
  
• ❛ i won’t stop killing until you kill me. ❜
• ❛ why is it whenever we see each other, you’re covered in blood? ❜
• ❛ you think i felt something for you? you’ve forgotten what i am. ❜
  
• ❛ the last time we talked, didn’t you say you wanted to kill me? ❜
• ❛ i felt something loosen in me that shouldn’t have been loosened. ❜
• ❛ pull yourself together. we have work to do. ❜
  
• ❛ stay back, i have a demon inside of me. ❜
  
• ❛ let me get closer, i have a hell inside of me where your demon can live. ❜
• ❛ people like that don’t deserve to live. ❜
  
• ❛ just do what you’re told. like you always do. ❜
• ❛ why do you have to make everyone hate you? ❜
  
• ❛ it’s better that you don’t get involved. ❜
  
• ❛ i’d do anything to make you stay. ❜
• ❛ who cares if it bleeds. ❜
  
• ❛ is this what you think love is? ❜
  
• ❛ just breathe through it. it gets easier. ❜
  
• ❛ don’t pretend that you cared about me. ❜
  
• ❛ i’m starting to think you like wasting my time. ❜
  
• ❛ we wouldn’t be alive if it weren’t for me. ❜
• ❛ i will never, ever, give you a moment’s peace. ❜
  
• ❛ the world doesn’t hate us. but it doesn’t love us either. ❜
• ❛ it hurts that you still can’t trust me after all this time. ❜
  
• ❛ a darkness with voices is better than a silent void. ❜
  
• ❛ it’s safer to be feared, than loved. ❜
  
• ❛ am i not good enough for you? ❜
  
• ❛ a burnt child loves the fire. ❜
  
• ❛ i’m tired of dying. ❜
• ❛ what if you hurt because it feels good? ❜
• ❛ don’t try to fix me, i’m not broken. ❜
  
• ❛ if you want me to die, you can just say so. ❜
  
• ❛ you don’t have to be afraid of who you are. ❜
  
• ❛ that line disappears once you cross it. ❜
  
• ❛ how can i believe you after all you’ve done? ❜
  
• ❛ i won’t let you forget about me. ❜
  
• ❛ the person you once knew me as, died. ❜
  
• ❛ are you going to leave me again? ❜
  
• ❛ i have nothing i could offer you. ❜
  
• ❛ no one is going to save you. no one can. ❜
  
• ❛ maybe you’re / i’m already dead. ❜ 
  
• ❛ you have blood on your hands. ❜
  
• ❛ what, can’t take a punch? ❜
  
• ❛ i’m your mind giving you someone to talk to. ❜
  
• ❛ you have to step out of this darkness and let them see you for who you are, like i have. ❜

&. , .

(  you  know  that  dynamic  of  the  emotionally  closed  off  one  &  the  kind  one  they  have  a  soft  spot  for?  yeah,  that’s  the  vibe.  )

said from the lone wolf.

• ❛ you think you know me, but the truth is, you don’t. ❜
  
• ❛ going home isn’t an option anymore. ❜
  
• ❛ i’m fine. there’s nothing for you to worry about. ❜ 
  
• ❛ do you wish i was different? ❜ 
• ❛ i just, i don’t want anything bad to happen to you. ❜ 
  
• ❛ you deserve better than what you’ve got. ❜
  
• ❛ i guess we both lost something we were fond of. ❜ 
  
• ❛ i’m not leaving you out here alone. ❜ 
  
• ❛ you don’t have to keep me company, i’m fine by myself. ❜ 
  
• ❛ coming here to see you is the only place i could go. ❜
• ❛ i’m afraid of losing you, okay? ❜ 
  
• ❛ i know you probably hate me right now, and i get it. ❜
  
• ❛ what is with your weird fascination with me? ❜ 
  
• ❛ yeah, you keep on telling yourself that bullshit. ❜ 
• ❛ i didn’t mean to hurt your feelings, i just have a lot on my plate. ❜ 
• ❛ you’re lucky you got away with only a scratch. ❜ 
  
• ❛ if i could be a different person, i promise you, i would be. ❜
  
• ❛ people like us don’t get to decide when we’re done. ❜
  
• ❛ i’ve never had anything good happen to me when i trusted others. ❜
  
• ❛ you won’t survive out there. they tear all good things apart. ❜
  
• ❛ i don’t know what’s the truth or what’s a lie anymore. ❜ 
• ❛ you got guts, i’ll give you that. ❜ 
• ❛ the more you know, the shorter your life will be. ❜ 
  
• ❛ for the first time in years, i felt something that i thought had been lost to me. ❜ 
  
• ❛ what you think you’re going through is nothing to what i have been through. ❜ 

said from the soft spot. 

• ❛ you’re not as bad as everyone says you are. ❜
• ❛ how is it that you’re never scared? ❜
  
• ❛ you think i’m weak because i’m not like you. ❜
• ❛ you wanted to be left alone, right? ❜ 
• ❛ how do you make the pain go away? ❜
  
• ❛ you shouldn’t smoke, you know. ❜
• ❛ destroy what is destroying you. ❜
• ❛ i hope you find the peace you’re searching for. ❜
  
• ❛ you know my door is always open to you. ❜
• ❛ i look at you and my heart breaks because all i see is loneliness. ❜
  
• ❛ you’re avoiding the subject and you know it. what are you hiding from me? ❜ 
  
• ❛ you’re not at war anymore, you can come home. ❜
  
• ❛ it feels like you’ve been avoiding me. ❜
  
• ❛ what are you so afraid of? ❜
  
• ❛ you shouldn’t be out here by yourself. ❜ 
  
• ❛ why do you care? you could have just walked away. ❜ 
  
• ❛ i know you. how else do you think i found you so easily? ❜
• ❛ if it was the other way around, would you have come back for me? ❜ 
• ❛ i just thought you’d like some company. ❜ 
  
• ❛ are you jealous? want me all to yourself, do you? ❜
  
• ❛ i knew you had a heart. ❜ 
  
• ❛ can you look at me? please? ❜
  
• ❛ i don’t think i’ve ever seen you smile. ❜
  
• ❛ if you won’t take care of yourself, then who will? ❜
• ❛ you have something beautiful inside of you. it’s hard for some people to tell, but it’s there. ❜

&. .

(  various  fluffy  dialogue  prompts  so  soft,  so  sweet,  just  for  you!  )

• ❛ i just wanted to make sure you’re okay. ❜
  
• ❛ there it is, there’s that smile! ❜
• ❛ you got me flowers? ❜
• ❛ i’m not afraid of you. ❜
• ❛ aw, did you miss me? ❜
  
• ❛ you’re lucky that you’re cute. ❜
  
• ❛ wait, you think i’m cute? ❜
• ❛ you’re not alone. you never were. ❜
  
• ❛ i don’t think i’ve ever seen you smile. ❜
• ❛ good morning, sleeping beauty. ❜
• ❛ it’s better with you here. ❜
  
• ❛ don’t worry, i’m staying right here. ❜
• ❛ you’re welcome to stay, if you want. ❜
• ❛ don’t be a stranger, okay? ❜
  
• ❛ i haven’t laughed like this in a long time. ❜
  
• ❛ hold still. this might sting a little. ❜
• ❛ you can hold my hand, if you want. ❜
  
• ❛ i knew you would be here. ❜
  
• ❛ i just wanted to say thank you for protecting me. ❜
• ❛ before you do anything, try this and tell me what you think. ❜
• ❛ wow i really can’t speak, huh? must be because of how pretty you look. ❜
  
• ❛ we can order pizza, watch a movie, whatever you want. ❜
  
• ❛ what, am i not allowed to look at you? ❜
• ❛ i’m not giving up on you. ❜
  
• ❛ is that my shirt? ❜
  
• ❛ this is a good look for you. ❜
• ❛ pinky promise? ❜
  
• ❛ c’mere, you. ❜
• ❛ honey, i’m home! ❜
• ❛ you remembered? ❜
  
• ❛ you’re my family too. ❜
• ❛ let’s go somewhere, just you and me. ❜
  
• ❛ i’m here for you. don’t forget that. ❜
  
• ❛ you’re the only thing that matters. ❜
• ❛ was that your first kiss? ❜
  
• ❛ i was worried something happened to you. ❜
• ❛ your heart is beating so fast right now. ❜
  
• ❛ relationships are built on trust, and i trust you. ❜
• ❛ you always see the good in people. even me. ❜
  
• ❛ do you think the moon is jealous of how pretty you are? ❜
  
• ❛ nope, puppy dog eyes aren’t going to work this time! ❜
  
• ❛ thanks to you, i know what it means to love again. ❜
  
• ❛ how about a kiss before i go? ❜
  
• ❛ i’m just glad you’re okay. ❜
• ❛ here we are, home sweet home. ❜
• ❛ thanks for being here with me. ❜
  
• ❛ seeing you happy is all that matters. ❜
• ❛ keep it. it looks better on you. ❜
• ❛ i couldn’t stop missing you if i tried. ❜
  
• ❛ you feel like home to me. ❜
  

&. / .

(  various  dialogue  prompts  for  all  your  medieval  /  fantasy  /  d&d  inspired  threads  and  aus!  )

• ❛ i hope this raven finds you well… ❜
• ❛ you carry a sword, yet you are not a knight. ❜
• ❛ the gods must be angry. i sense a storm brewing. ❜ 
• ❛ there’s no place i’d rather be than by your side. ❜ 
• ❛ nobility is defined by what you do, not who you are. ❜
• ❛ i know how to keep my life and my crown. and i will. ❜ 
• ❛ well, i’m not a knight. not yet. ❜
• ❛ at least we’ll die with honor. ❜
• ❛ i’ve never seen a dragon before, what are they like? ❜
• ❛ this knife is laced with venom, any sudden movements and you’re dead. ❜ 
• ❛ of all the idiots in the realm, i’m trapped with you. ❜ 
• ❛ shed no tears for me. i will be back before you know it. ❜ 
• ❛ i’m sorry, but i’m to be married to someone else. ❜ 
• ❛ here’s a copper for your thoughts. and a silver not to tell them. ❜ 
• ❛ you humans are most amusing. ❜ 
• ❛ may i have this dance? ❜ 
• ❛ you were made to be ruled. ❜ 
• ❛ i will protect you. it is my duty, knight or not. ❜
• ❛ my kingdom is in danger. i’ve come to ask for your aid. ❜ 
• ❛ i’ve got a date with destiny, and it won’t end in a kiss. unfortunately. ❜ 
• ❛ keep your sword up and your back straight. ❜
• ❛ you’re asking me to commit treason. ❜
• ❛ you will make a fine ruler one day. ❜ 
• ❛ no curse of mine shall befall you from my dying breath. ❜
• ❛ you should see me in a crown. ❜ 
• ❛ bury me shallow, i will be back. ❜
• ❛ bard! play something a little more upbeat. ❜ 
• ❛ i warn you, i’ve been trained to kill since birth. ❜
• ❛ my magic is useless against them. i’ve never felt so powerless. ❜ 
• ❛ how can it be my destiny to protect someone who hates me? ❜ 
• ❛ i am at your mercy, your grace. ❜ 
• ❛ do not be afraid, little one. i will not hurt you. ❜ 
• ❛ any man who must say ‘i am the king’ is no true king. ❜
• ❛ knights must prevail with steel and sinew alone. ❜
• ❛ impudent of you to assume i will meet a mortal end. ❜
• ❛ spare me the ‘i’ve come to slay you’ speech and let’s get on with it. ❜ 
• ❛ it is my duty to protect the last of the dragons. ❜
• ❛ do i look like the kind of person who dies? ❜
• ❛ we are king and queen, chained together like prisoners in a dungeon. ❜ 
• ❛ for every great ruler, there is an equally great assassin poised to kill. ❜
• ❛ my bloodline was wiped out before my eyes. i’m the last heir. ❜ 
• ❛ you look better in your wanted posters. ❜ 
• ❛ you don’t need a king. a knight can make another knight. ❜
• ❛ violence for violence is the rule for beasts. ❜
• ❛ fear cuts deeper than swords. ❜
• ❛ pick a god and pray to it. ❜
• ❛ i’d rather die than marry you. ❜ 
• ❛ my duty is to my people. ❜ 
• ❛ glad to see you haven’t become food for the vultures. ❜ 
• ❛ i will paint the throne red with your blood. ❜ 
• ❛ what’s a life threatening quest without a bit of music? ❜ 
• ❛ some of us may not survive, but the ones that do will get the ultimate reward… paid. ❜

&. .

(  some  wintery  sentence  starters  to  help  you  stay  warm  these  holidays!  )

• ❛ your lips look cold, want me to warm them up for you? ❜
  
• ❛ check it out, i’m a dragon! ❜
  
• ❛ you have snowflakes in your hair. ❜
• ❛ i know it’s winter, but you don’t have to act so cold! ❜
  
• ❛ want to go for a walk and check out all the lights? ❜
• ❛ how are you wearing shorts in this weather?! ❜
  
• ❛ it’s so cold, but you’re so warm. ❜
• ❛ i don’t need mistletoe to kiss you. ❜
  
• ❛ here, you can have my scarf. ❜
  
• ❛ want some hot chocolate? ❜
  
• ❛ you know, i’ve never seen snow before. ❜
  
• ❛ please open the door before i freeze to death. ❜
  
• ❛ but seriously, do you want to build a snowman? ❜
  
• ❛ there’s space for you by the fire, come sit. ❜
  
• ❛ wait, is that mistletoe? ❜
  
• ❛ winter is coming / winter is here. ❜
  
• ❛ a snowball fight? oh, it is so on! ❜
• ❛ looks like we’re snowed in for the night. ❜
• ❛ are you warm enough? ❜
  
• ❛ did you know that icicles make the perfect murder weapon? ❜
• ❛ i’m catching snowflakes with my tongue, what’s it look like i’m doing? ❜
• ❛ nightmare before christmas is a christmas movie. it’s literally in the title! ❜
  
• ❛ you look pretty covered in snow, guess that’s why they’re called snow angels. ❜
  
• ❛ you were outside for one minute, how can you be dying of hypothermia? ❜
  
• ❛ i think i burned my tongue on my hot chocolate. ❜
  
• ❛ i like it out here. it’s peaceful. ❜
  
• ❛ you’re like my own personal space heater. ❜
  
• ❛ if you don’t have gloves, you can just hold my hand. ❜
  
• ❛ if i slip on the ice, it’s totally your fault. ❜
• ❛ behold! the perfect snowball. ❜
• ❛ let’s just stay in and watch the snow. ❜
  
• ❛ i’m cold, can we cuddle? ❜
  
• ❛ i’ll be home for christmas, i promise. ❜
• ❛ holy shit, your hands are freezing! ❜
  
• ❛ there. now your snow angel has a friend. ❜
• ❛ what should we name our snowman? ❜
• ❛ i guess it’s just my overused hoodie and i against the world. ❜
  
• ❛ i’ll be your date for that christmas party if you don’t have one yet. ❜
  
• ❛ being stuck inside with you all day is my worst nightmare. ❜
• ❛ sorry! i didn’t mean to throw that snowball so hard. ❜
  
• ❛ i made a dick out of snow. it’s happy to see you. ❜
• ❛ there’s never a bad time for ice cream. ❜
• ❛ come here, let me warm you up. ❜
  
• ❛ you’ve never seen snow before? ❜
  
• ❛ the holidays aren’t so bad with you around. ❜
  
• ❛ either you cuddle me, or stop hogging all the blankets. ❜
• ❛ fine, i’ll be nice. but just until the holidays are over. ❜
• ❛ winter is for hibernating. i’m going back to sleep. ❜
  

&. ‘ .

(  more  angst  to  devastate  your  writing  partners.  metaphorically.  )

• ❛ you’re a weapon, and weapons don’t weep. ❜
• ❛ you can’t save everyone. ❜
  
• ❛ it should have been you. ❜
  
• ❛ did i do good? ❜
• ❛ i’m sorry that i can’t save you. ❜
  
• ❛ wait for me, will you? ❜
• ❛ i can’t lose you again! ❜
  
• ❛ you were dead, i saw you die. ❜
• ❛ we won’t forget each other, right? ❜
  
• ❛ i’m real. i’m here. ❜
  
• ❛ you already know how this will end. ❜
  
• ❛ it’s always my fault, isn’t it? ❜
• ❛ i don’t want to go. ❜
  
• ❛ can you remember how you died? ❜
  
• ❛ i love you, but you’re not mine. ❜
  
• ❛ have you ever lost someone? ❜
  
• ❛ i didn’t ask to get made. ❜
  
• ❛ you’re as beautiful as the day i lost you. ❜
  
• ❛ i never meant to hurt you. ❜
  
• ❛ is it really you? ❜
  
• ❛ their blood is on your hands. ❜
  
• ❛ it would have been better to die. ❜
• ❛ i’m not ready to lose you yet. ❜
• ❛ i wish i met you sooner. ❜
• ❛ let’s just stay here. grow old. ❜
• ❛ you’re the first friend i ever had. ❜
  
• ❛ i told you not to fall in love with me. ❜
  
• ❛ you always push people away. i just thought you’d never do it to me. ❜
• ❛ everyone i’ve cared about has either died of left me. except for you. ❜
  
• ❛ i know i have a heart because i can feel it breaking. ❜
  
• ❛ they’re not coming back. ❜
• ❛ i’m sorry, have we met? ❜
  
• ❛ in my dreams, we’re still together. ❜
  
• ❛ you’re the one good thing left in this world. ❜
• ❛ i hate the way that i don’t hate you. ❜
  
• ❛ it’s okay. you can let go. ❜
  
• ❛ you mean nothing to me. ❜
• ❛ we’re on our own now. ❜
• ❛ you can’t kill me, i’m not alive. ❜
  
• ❛ it wasn’t supposed to end like this. ❜
• ❛ do you remember when we first met? ❜
  
• ❛ we’ll see each other again. ❜
  
• ❛ there’s nothing you could have done. ❜
  
• ❛ we did it. we won. ❜
• ❛ let’s not go back. not ever. ❜
• ❛ thanks for playing with me. ❜
  
• ❛ why does it feel like this is goodbye? ❜

&. .

(  platonic  ships  are  just  as  important  as  romantic  ones!  so  here’s  some  sentence  starters  for  all  your  friendship  needs!  )

• ❛ remind me why we’re friends again? ❜
• ❛ you know you can always talk to me. ❜
• ❛ do you think we’re friends in every universe? ❜
  
• ❛ you’re interesting and different and i like that. ❜
  
• ❛ i feel like i can tell you anything. ❜
• ❛ please don’t ever become a stranger. ❜
• ❛ i like being alone but i’d rather be alone with you. ❜
  
• ❛ you’re important to me, you little shit. ❜
• ❛ i can always count on you. ❜
• ❛ here, you can borrow my jacket. ❜
• ❛ i am this close away from strangling you. ❜
  
• ❛ no offense, but you look terrible. ❜
• ❛ do you think we’ll ever stop being friends? ❜
  
• ❛ i found this cool rock that made me think of you. ❜
• ❛ you can sleep over, it’ll be like when we were kids. ❜
• ❛ here’s a spare key so you don’t have to keep coming in through the window. ❜
  
• ❛ that sounds dangerous. i’m in! ❜
• ❛ we’re still friends, right? ❜
  
• ❛ i don’t have a date, so do you wanna be my plus one? ❜
  
• ❛ i heard you were feeling sick, so i made you some soup. ❜
  
• ❛ i already said i’m paying. you can buy next time, okay? ❜
• ❛ you’re the best, you know that? ❜
• ❛ i’m not hitting you, it’s called platonic bdsm. ❜
  
• ❛ you’re more family to me than my own family is. ❜
  
• ❛ because i like you. because you’re my friend. ❜
• ❛ i feel like i can be myself around you. ❜
• ❛ alright, who am i beating up? ❜
  
• ❛ you are literally too stupid to insult. ❜
  
• ❛ i’m trying to fix your hair, so hold still. ❜
• ❛ who needs them. we can have fun on our own. ❜
  
• ❛ you deserve every good thing that comes your way. ❜
  
• ❛ don’t worry, i’ve got your back! ❜
• ❛ you’re like, the strongest person i know. ❜
  
• ❛ friends don’t lie. ❜
• ❛ don’t make me regret giving you the aux cord. ❜
• ❛ you can come over any time. it’s not a problem. ❜
  
• ❛ i’m glad to have met you. ❜
• ❛ you remember the day we became friends? ❜
  
• ❛ i know, i know. i’m the best. ❜
  
• ❛ no one hurts you and gets away with it. ❜
• ❛ because you love me! duh! ❜
  
• ❛ why do you keep me around? ❜
  
• ❛ you’re not getting rid of me that easily. ❜
• ❛ what would you do without me, huh? ❜
  
• ❛ thanks. i really needed this. ❜
• ❛ what are best friends for? ❜
  

&. .

(  sentence  starters  of  various  quotes  that  can  be  said  from  the  hero.  looking  for  the  villain  version?  click  here.  )

• ❛ there is some good in this world, and it’s worth fighting for. ❜
• ❛ just because someone stumbles and loses their path, doesn’t mean they’re lost forever. ❜
  
• ❛ i can’t do this. but even if i can’t, i have to. ❜
  
• ❛ i just wish i could protect you from everything. ❜
• ❛ when did the dragon ever die from the poison of a snake? ❜
  
• ❛ experience is a brutal teacher, but you learn. ❜
• ❛ do you need a reason to not want to lose? ❜
  
• ❛ i did what i had to do to give you the only chance at peace you’ll ever get. ❜
  
• ❛ heroes are made by the paths they choose, not by the powers they are graced with. ❜
  
• ❛ if all you do is look down on people, then you won’t be able to see your own weaknesses. ❜
  
• ❛ when the enemy becomes certain of their victory, that will be our chance. ❜
• ❛ name one hero who was happy. ❜
• ❛ it’s never too late to do the right thing. ❜
  
• ❛ there’s still good in you. i know. i’ve felt it. ❜
• ❛ you trusted me, so then i’ll trust you too. ❜
  
• ❛ everyone has a part of themselves they hide, even from those they love most. ❜
  
• ❛ i survived because the fire inside me burned brighter than the fire around me. ❜
  
• ❛ we have to be greater than what we suffer. ❜
  
• ❛ hope is the only thing stronger than fear. ❜
  
• ❛ don’t worry, i can handle this. ❜
  
• ❛ you call yourself a villain? ❜
• ❛ their blood is on you. you killed them. ❜
  
• ❛ you don’t get to forget. whatever you did, you don’t deserve to forget. ❜
  
• ❛ there’s still time for you to change your mind. ❜
  
• ❛ i don’t think i can be the hero you deserve. ❜
  
• ❛ i’m always picking up after you boys. ❜
  
• ❛ let me show you how a real hero does it. ❜
  
• ❛ i am trying to do the job that you were meant to do. ❜
• ❛ the fact that you are here is proof that whatever tried to beat you lost. ❜
  
• ❛ i don’t judge people on their worst mistakes. ❜
  
• ❛ there’s nothing crueler than letting a dream end midway. ❜
• ❛ we each survive in our own way. ❜
  
• ❛ i thought maybe they’d realize that they need me. ❜
  
• ❛ what would i fight for if i wasn’t fighting for you? ❜
  
• ❛ you’re still a hero even if you only save one person. ❜
• ❛ i know under all that rage is a beating heart. ❜
  
• ❛ it doesn’t need to end like this. ❜
• ❛ i’ll never lose, and i’ll never die. ❜
  
• ❛ maybe i failed this time, but i’m not giving up. ❜
  
• ❛ with you by my side, i feel like i can do anything. ❜
  
• ❛ enjoy your win. it’ll never happen again. ❜
  
• ❛ what makes you think i’ll go easy on you? ❜
  
• ❛ let’s fuck some shit up is my legal middle name. ❜
• ❛ i’m not the hero you think i am. ❜
  
• ❛ they can’t do this to me. I was supposed to win ❜
  
• ❛ you can come back. i’ll bring you back. we’re in this together. ❜
• ❛ you’re special. you were born to do great things. ❜
  
• ❛ we can be heroes just for one day. ❜
  
• ❛ everyone’s got good and bad in them, it’s up to us how we use it. ❜
  
• ❛ it’s alright, you could never hurt me. ❜
  
• ❛ i refuse to let my fear control me anymore. ❜
  

&. .

(  sentence  starters  of  various  quotes  that  can  be  said  from  the  villain.  looking  for  the  hero  version?  click  here.  )

• ❛ i’m the villain of your dreams! ❜
  
• ❛ what are you going to do when someone you save kills someone else in the future? ❜
  
• ❛ violence only breeds more violence. ❜
  
• ❛ you were right. i never did become a hero. ❜
  
• ❛ it takes a monster to destroy a monster. ❜
  
• ❛ i wonder which will get you killed faster: your loyalty or your stubbornness? ❜
• ❛ they fear me because i fear nothing. ❜
  
• ❛ rome wasn’t built in a day, but it burned in one. ❜
  
• ❛ i’ll be the actress starring in your bad dreams. ❜
  
• ❛ better a monster than an arrogant god. ❜
  
• ❛ i am a monument to all your sins. ❜
  
• ❛ ugh, spare me the heroic monologue. let’s just fight. ❜
  
• ❛ if the world chooses to become my enemy, i will fight like i always have. ❜
  
• ❛ i’m standing in the ashes of who i used to be. ❜
  
• ❛ how many people have to die because you can’t break your code? ❜
• ❛ power belongs to those who take it. ❜
  
• ❛ i do very bad things, and i do them very well. ❜
  
• ❛ i wasn’t given a choice. ❜
  
• ❛ i am my own demon. ❜
  
• ❛ you don’t know what i’m capable of. what i’ve done. ❜
  
• ❛ underestimate me. that’ll be fun. ❜
  
• ❛ the question isn’t who is going to let me, it’s who is going to stop me. ❜
  
• ❛ if i cannot bend heaven, then i will raise hell. ❜
  
• ❛ but what if i choose the darkness instead? ❜
  
• ❛ i have no desire to clear my name in your book of fiction. ❜
  
• ❛ you shouldn’t have buried me. i’m not dead. ❜
• ❛ i am going to be the deadliest piece on the board. ❜
  
• ❛ tell the wolves, i’m home. ❜
  
• ❛ they’re dangerous? well unfortunately, so am i. ❜
• ❛ i could set this world on fire and call it rain. ❜
  
• ❛ no one notices your tears, or your pain. but they notice your mistakes. ❜
  
• ❛ don’t trust my smile. ❜
• ❛ i am the tall dark stranger those warnings prepared you for. ❜
  
• ❛ i may be heartless, but you’re naive. ❜
  
• ❛ nothing is stronger than a person with a broken heart and a smiling face. ❜
• ❛ i win because i don’t know how to lose. ❜
  
• ❛ say goodbye to the old me. ❜
  
• ❛ i’m only just getting started! ❜
  
• ❛ i’ll survive. somehow i always do. ❜
  
• ❛ tell lies about me. i’ll tell the truth about you. ❜
  
• ❛ i’m not a god. not yet. ❜
  
• ❛ i’ll wear your hate like war paint. ❜
  
• ❛ don’t bark if you can’t bite. ❜
  
• ❛ the deeper you dig, the darker it gets. ❜
  
• ❛ i’m everything you can’t control. ❜
  
• ❛ i hope you regret giving up on me. ❜
  
• ❛ you are losing my interest, and that’s very dangerous. ❜
  
• ❛ you call yourself a hero? ❜
  
• ❛ maybe i’ve always been more comfortable in chaos. ❜
  
• ❛ you already know how this will end. ❜
  
• ❛ people pay you less attention to you when you don’t leave a trail of bodies in your wake. ❜
  

1 “Seriously this is what you wanted to talk about.”

2 “I think you overdramatising.”

3 “You must be joking.”

4 “Really, this is why you woke me up?”

5 “Look around, you are surrounded by people who love you.”

6 “Keep it up, and there will be nothing left.”

7 “I don’t need this.”

8 “this moment is definitely on top of my list of favourite moments.”

9 “I’ll never forget.”

10 “the more you push me away, the more I want you.”

11 “My favourite drinking buddy.”

12 “I don’t know what to say?”

13 “You never stop surprising me.”

14 “Are you jealous?”

15 “When you ready come and get it nana, nana, or not, do whatever.”

16 “Was that so difficult?”

17 “What’s so funny?”

18 “We are breaking all the rules right now.”

19 “Please tell me you are seeing what am seeing?”

20 “We both know you don’t regret it.”

21 “(Character or reader) may be arrogant, manipulative, bossy, annoying, with anger and self-control issues, but deep down he/she can be charming.” “Very deep down, like the bottom of the ocean deep down.”  

22 “I think you are exaggerating.”

23 “What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.” “Or a little broken.”

24 “We are not in an army, and you are not a general so don’t give me orders.”

25 “Can you, please shut the door?”

26 “You know, this isn’t going to end well” “For who?”

27 “Fucking hell, this can’t be true.”

28 “Can you please obey for once?”

29 “Nope, still doesn’t work.”

30 “The vow doesn’t mean anything to you.”

31 “This wasn’t the promise we made.”

32 “You meant the world to me.”

33 “I am just passing by, I’ll be gone before you can count to three.”

34 “This is really your favourite movie?

35 “You do realise this is fiction?”

36 “I want to trust you (Character’s name).

37 “I am not a child, I can take care of myself.”

38 “I’m busy.”

39 “Would you do something for me?” “For you anything.” “Great, would you go to the store and get me ice-cream?”

40 “this is not a date. It is two people meeting after they haven’t seen each other for a while.” “So, it’s a date.”

41 “Me falling in love, with you, nonsense.”

42 “Not everything can be repaired.”

43 “It’s a party, at least pretend you have a good time.”

44 “I want answers, and I want them now!”

45 “It’s either me orherorthemorit, your choice.”

46 “You are not going anywhere.” “Yeah, and who ‘s gonna stop me? You?” “Challenge accepted.”

47 “Don’t look at me like that, I’m still angry.”

48 “What are you hiding?” “Nothing.” “Fine, don’t tell me I’ll find out myself.”

49 “I know what I’m doing.’

50 “It can’t be that difficult.”

51 “Are you nuts?”

Fic Prompts: Tuesday

Demolition Trio au, set right after the confrontation with Errol (and subsequently Keira) at the racing garage. Featuring a little worldbuilding for Spargus.

Something must have set him off.

Sig knew that Jak didn’t just Go Dark because somebody bumped into him during rush hour. He clung to whatever control he could manage with the desperation of a drowning man. There had to have been actual danger in order for Jak to morph now.

Right?

Sig hoisted himself up onto the roof of the saloon and scanned the edges until he caught sight of Jak’s hunched over figure. The kid didn’t have Daxter with him, which was worrying. His claws dug into the concrete, leaving shallow scratches, and he was breathing altogether too quickly.

“Jak?” Sig crouched about a yard away from him. “What’s up, kid? Is it metalheads? KG? Do I need to charge up the Peacemaker?”

Shark-black eyes snapped to the side to watch him warily. Jak bared long fangs in a silent warning: don’t come any closer.

“Okay.” Sig sat down and put his gun to the side. “Alright. I’m just gonna sit right here and watch your back, okay? Is that cool?”

He studied the boy, concerned.

“What happened, kid? Can you tell me?”

Jak opened and closed his mouth a few times, but couldn’t control his breathing or the dark eco enough to speak aloud. He tugged his claws out of the rooftop and clumsily fingerspelled a name.

Errol.

Sig knew that name to be more than just a champion racer now. He knewwhat that name meant to Jak. Revulsion flooded him like the bile in his throat, roughening his voice to a growl as he asked, “What did he do, Jak? Did that little creep touch you? Are you alright?”

“Taunted me.” was all Jak signed.

“In front of everybody, like he didn’t do anything wrong?!” A sense of outrage rose in his chest at the image.

“Well doesn’t he think he’s special, taking liberties like that.” Sig snapped. He took a deep breath. Being agitated wasn’t going to help Jak calm down. “Kid, if I could get into that part of town unnoticed, I’d wipe him off the map so fast the Baron’s head would spin.”

A bitter scoff wrenched itself out of Jak’s teeth. His hands were brusque and choppy as he answered, “But Keira likes him. Thinks he’s better than me.”

Keira? Wasn’t that the girl Daxter said they’d grown up with? Sig winced. He knew as well as any Wastelander that some of the worst abusers groomed their character witnesses as carefully as their victims. But that didn’t make the damage any less severe.

“I was supposed to race today. I can’t. I left Dax to race- I can’t look at them. I’ll snap, I’ll-” Jak put his hands down and gulped in air desperately.

“Jak?” Sig called softly, “can I come a little closer?”

After a tense moment, Jak nodded. Sig took it slowly, moving forward an inch at a time. With every forward motion he paused to give Jak time to adjust. The kid wasn’t the first shell-shocked warrior Sig had seen working through a flashback, and odds were high that he wouldn’t be the last, either. But it was always harder when it was somebody you knew and cared about.

“You cool if I just run my mouth for a minute?” Sig asked once he’d gotten within an arm’s length of the boy. “That used to help your- that used to help Damas focus right after Mar got kidnapped. Just something to drown out all the noise in your head, that’s what he called it. You don’t even have to pay attention.”

Jak was still tense and hypervigilant, but his ears perked up, rising from where they’d been pinned flat against his skull. It was the first sign of interest Sig had seen thus far, and he was taking it as a yes.

The big man settled into a more comfortable position and ran over a few ideas in his head.

“Did you know the first Spargans raised crocodogs as battle companions?” he began, “You’ve never seen a full-grown croc. Mar’s pup, Chopper? He’s only three years old. He won’t start getting bigger for another two years give or take. And man, he’s gonna grow fast.They’re big enough to take down a fully grown metalhead at about eight. By twelve, they’re big enough for a man to ride into battle.”

Jak shifted slightly to throw a curious glance at Sig. There were two points of light just barely visible in the center of his eyes – that was more than Sig had been able to see a few minutes ago. He was starting to break out of it – either that, or he was beginning to run low on dark eco. Sig kept talking.

“Once Spargans started using vehicles, they didn’t ride crocs into battle anymore. We went further inland, away from their natural habitat. Felt cruel to take them that far into the desert, y'know? It just seemed like it was time to let that tradition go. We stopped raising them, and the wild ones keep to the islands off the coast for the most part. But a few younger ones still wander into the city from time to time. Matter of fact, not long after he first staggered half dead into the city, Damas found an orphaned crocodog in a kangarat trap.”

He had barely been able to trade for enough food and water to last him a day, yet the newly exiled man had shared what he had with the wounded pup. That was where Sig’s mother had found him, huddled in an alley beside the dog. She had taken them both into her home and informed her son in a no-nonsense way that the refugee and the pup would both be staying.

“I think she knew he risked starvation to keep her alive,” Sig mused, “Because once she got big enough to do some real damage, she turned into a real demon around everyone who wasn’t Damas. If you so much as looked sideways at him, Ghost was liable to take a chunk out of you.”

Jak actually managed to force a smile at that. Sig wondered if he was thinking of Chopper, who already showed the same loyalty to both Jak and Mar.

“Does he still have Ghost?” Jak asked shakily.

His claws were beginning to recede now. Good, he was getting distracted enough for the dark eco to lose traction.

“He sure does.” Sig snorted. “That demon dog lives in a sea cave under the city. If he’d put her anywhere else, she’d have eaten anybody who came near her pups.”

He leaned forward, just a fraction. “Chopper is one of Ghost’s pups. Bet you didn’t know that. He was the runt. His sisters were all big and independent enough to hunt and survive without help after their first year. Chopper needed a little extra help. So Ghost brought Chopper to Damas.”

“How did Mar get him?”

Sig actually laughed a little at that memory.

“Same way he finds anything: by poking around somewhere he’s not supposed to be. Like somebody else I could mention.”

He winked at Jak.

“Little Man thought he was big enough to follow his dad through town, down to the sea cave that day. Which is terrifying, because he was two, and there’s a lot of steep ledges on the way down there. Of course, Ghost smelled him immediately and went all puppy-crazy. She got him by the back of the shirt and dropped him in her little nest, and once he saw Chopper, that was that.”

The toddler had squealed with joy, thrown his arms around the runt’s neck, and settled right down. While Damas had been busy having a miniature heart attack over how sneaky his son was, Mar had gotten cozy in the nest and ended up falling asleep. Ghost had been delighted, of course, that Her Human had finally brought his pup to introduce into their little pack. Enough that she wouldn’t even let them leave until Damas had taken the hint and picked up the runt. Ghost needed some pup-free time to rest and hunt. It was high time Her Human did his share of the work around here!

At this part of the story, Jak let out a startled hoot of laughter. Mirth softened those sharklike eyes and crinkled them at the corners. Personally, Sig found the look very endearing.

Jak sighed and pulled his knees to his chest. He rested his arms across them and took in a long, slow, breath.

“I’m…glad,” he rasped, “Chopper was…with Mar.”

Tentatively, Sig reached out and patted the kid’s back. “Me too.”

“Glad…he still…has a family.”

That made Sig wince. It wasn’t his story to tell, he knew that. But there was a wistfulness under that low growl that was tugging at his heart. He had to say something.It didn’t feel right to let Jak go on thinking he was unwanted.

“You do too, if you want it,” he said quietly.

“What?”

Sig swallowed hard and prayed for the right words. “Kid…I send a report back to Damas every day – everyday – because he wants to know where you are, what you’re doing, if you’re okay. It’s not just because you brought Mar home. He wants to know you,kid. He knows you’re his kid’s big brother. Now he wants to get to know you as Jak.”

There was an air of naked disbelief around Jak, even as his skin slowly darkened from corpse-white to the warm brown that Sig was accustomed to. He didn’t say anything, but as his sclera cleared, there was a look in his eyes that clearly said Don’t tease me like that. Don’t get my hopes up.

Not for the first time, Sig wished he could get ten minutes unsupervised in a room with the people who had filled Jak with such self-loathing.

“Hey.” Sig edged a little closer and nudged Jak with his shoulder. “You’ve already got your foot in the door. Once you’ve run a couple work missions with the folks in Spargus, they accept you as one of their own pretty quick. City’s only as strong as its weakest link, so once you’re connected you look out for your fellow links. You know what I mean?”

Jak looked away and somewhat conspicuously swiped an arm across his face.

“Guess so.”

Sig patted his arm. “C'mon. Race will be starting soon. You wanna go downstairs and watch Daxter kick tail on the racetrack?”

With a watery smile, Jak nodded. “…yeah.”

This Week’s Prompt Schedule:

Tuesday: Demolition Trio Tuesday

Thursday: bnha/Marvel crossover

Fic Prompts: Transformers Tuesday

This is an au of an au. It’s based on my “pirate Megatron and company surprise adopting the very unwilling Team Prime”, but in this version the Cybertronians are a cyborg species rather than giant transforming vehicle robots. Just because.

It was always amusing whenever his men managed to capture one of the so-called “Autobots” for a little…discussion. The troublesome urchins fought with twice the ferocity of the government that had disavowed and exiled them, with less than a fraction of their training. For the most part, they coexisted with Megatron’s government in an uneasy kind of unspoken, hostile symbiotic arrangement. Megatron graciously allowed the young cyborgs their freedom, and they kept the streets clear of the rank and file humans who styled themselves “supervillains”. Eventually, of course, the Decepticons would have to take the little exiles in hand once and for all. But the birth rate of cyborgs was so low even without the war on their homeworld. There hadn’t been any Decepticon younglings – nor even Neutral younglings – for many years. They couldn’t afford to kill the Autobot team. Not unless every attempt at integrating them into the Decepticon forces had failed.

Lugnut shoved the door open with one steel-plated arm and marched in. His synthetic skin, where it showed, was bruised – even torn in some places – and his armor was scuffed. The reason for his state of disarray was trapped, kicking and swearing, under one of the massive cyborg’s arms. Megatron raised one eyebrow. It was no easy feat to isolate and capture Optimus Prime. Lugnut would be getting hazard pay for this.

“Thank you, Lugnut,” Megatron said calmly, turning back toward the window, “You can place him where you’d like. This won’t take long.”

Until the day the Autobots pushed him too far, he would continue to maintain an informal “catch-and-release” policy.

“What do you want, Megatron?” Optimus demanded.

Megatron didn’t turn around. “A little more respect from you, to start with, but I suspect that’s as infeasible a request as asking the Autobot Council to revoke your outlaw status.”

He could almost hear the boy wince behind him. Megatron knew how to twist the knife.

After a span of two seconds, Optimus ground out, “You want my "respect”, Megatron? Earn it.“

Megatron shrugged smoothly. "If you cannot respect a Cybertronian controlling an entire city with minimal human death, then I don’t know how to help you. But in the absence of respect, compliance will suffice.”

He glanced up at the reflection of his office – formerly the office of Professor Isaac Sumdac – in the window. The boy had actually been bold enough to take a step forward, only to be pulled back by Lugnut, who had no intention of letting the Autobot ringleader get close to his liege.

“Compliance? Are you kidding me?! I’m an Autobot!”

“Youwere an Autobot.” Megatron turned on his heel and stepped closer to the young man. “The Magnus wanted nothing to do with you the moment you lost the Allspark. If you returned to the homeworld today, the very cyborgs that raised you would have you in chains before you left the shuttle. You know that, don’t you?”

Optimus set his jaw stubbornly, but Megatron knew his words had found their target. The marauder leaned down, putting him closer to eye level with Optimus.

“Mark me, boy: I have permitted you and your companions to continue your misguided crusade in my city this long only because it so vexes the High Council. Had you been Decepticon offspring by birth, I would not have been nearly as lenient.”

Optimus shut his mouth with a click. He stared at Megatron as though he’d grown a second head: part confusion, part fear. That was better. Perhaps in future…meetings…the outlaws would be a little more appreciative of the freedom they had been granted. Provided Megatron’s own soldiers didn’t antagonize the younger ones unnecessarily again. Children were rather hot-tempered, after all.

“What do you want, Megatron?” Optimus asked again. His tone was wary now, and some of the fight had gone out of it.

Megatron smiled coldly. It was as he often told Lugnut: one did not have to engage in violence to make a point. It was much easier to let the enemy realize on their own that you held all the cards.

“Mr. Powell has been encroaching on company territory with Biotech Unbound,” Megatron said calmly. “I have received word that he intends to unleash nanobots to deal with refuse within the city. However, given his…portfolio, I suspect this nanotechnology will prove to be more of a virus.”

At least the boy seemed to understand the gravity of the situation. Malignant nanobots would endanger any cyborg, regardless of the brand they wore. Optimus’s jaw tightened until his teeth audibly ground together. Then he sighed and dropped his head.

“Fine,” he said wearily, “I’ll handle it.”

Megatron smiled thinly. “That’s my boy.”

He flicked his fingers in dismissal. “Run along, Parvus Prime. You’re free to go.”

The Decepticon paused. “Actually. Since you’ve caught me in a relatively good mood, if you manage to obtain the nanobot blueprints, I’ll allow Sumdac out to visit the little one. If you obtain the blueprints.”

Optimus clenched his fists. “Fine. I’ll get the blueprints. But Sumdac gets a full 48 hours with Sari. No five minute visit through a fence.”

“That sounds reasonable enough.” Megatron folded his hands behind his back. “And do take care not to let the wee one short out the computer systems. He’s gotten a little too fond of those electric "stingers”.“

Optimus actually rolled his eyes. ”You try telling Bee what to do,“ he scoffed. "You learn to pick your battles.”

He sidestepped as Lugnut reached for him and narrowed his eyes in warning.

“Hands off,” he hissed.

Megatron turned his eyes to the ceiling in mock exasperation.

For all his talk, clearly the boy’s original guardians never bothered to teach him to pick his battles. He would have to learn sooner or later if he wished to survive this new Detroit. As Lugnut escorted the angry outlaw out of the tower, Megatron shook his head and smirked.

“Entirely too much like you, this descendant of yours, Brother. The Allspark must have a sense of humor to inflict you twice upon me.”

This Week’s Prompt Schedule:

Tuesday: Transformers Tuesday

Fic Prompt: Free Day Thursday

been a while since I did anything from bnha! This is part of an au I made up strictly for my own amusement a few years back in which Izuku and All Might met at the hospital around the time of the big AFO fight, and All Might inadvertently got Attached. My sister and I just call this au “The Tagalong” for that reason. Whether the tagalong is Izuku or All Might depends solely on whether you’re asking Inko or Gran Torino.

(Also features Toshinori and Sorahiko having a better relationship than in canon, because I said so)

There was a faint smell of smoke clinging to young Midoriya’s school uniform when he arrived at the agency that afternoon. He didn’t look like he was hurt, but Toshinori knew better than most that appearances were deceiving. So after the boy had collected his visitor’s pass from Reception and picked up his worksheets from Tobio, Toshinori took him to one side.

“How was school, bud?” he asked, keeping his tone light.

“I got an A on my math test!” Izuku chirped proudly. Abruptly, he winced and his smile fell. “Kacchan didn’t like that.”

Yeah, that was what he’d been afraid of. 

Despite warnings and complaints, Aldera Elementary apparently refused to intervene in the Bakugo boy’s behavior. They’d only moved Izuku’s desk away from his when Toshinori had sent a member of his legal team to inform them of the lawsuit for negligence. 

He was mainly going to sue them for negligence, but harassment was starting to look like a good secondary charge. It was really just a matter of what day he was going to do it. 

Katsuki Bakugo didn’t burn Izuku anymore, but he definitely wasn’t abiding by his parents’ “no quirk use at school” rules. It didn’t matter that he was six years past the age of legal public quirk use; Aldera’s faculty were all so dead certain that he was going to become some amazing superstar hero that they allowed him to “blow off steam” in the classroom. They babied him, clucking their tongues and frowning disapprovingly at Masaru whenever he came to pick him up. It was cruel, they said, to forcefully suppress a child’s talents. Why, it was as if Masaru wanted his son to be like poor, quirkless Midoriya!

The sooner Inko found a better school for Izuku, the better.

“Did he hurt you?” All Might asked Izuku. “Physical, emotional, both?”

After keeping a brave face for a few seconds, Izuku crumpled. 

“They’re never going to stop him, are they?”

He sounded more bitter and weary than any eleven year old ever should. “I’m so tired of being scared, All Might! I’m a…a person! Why do I have to be their punching bag? Why is Kacchan worth protecting, but not me?!”

All Might knelt to place his hands on Izuku’s thin shoulders. He breathed deeply and looked him in the eyes. 

“It’s ending. I swear, Izuku, it’s ending. It’s just taking Ms. Masuda a little time to get a court date. But when it’s done, you’ll be at a new school, and the Bakugo kid’s behavior will be evaluated for a few years.”

It wasn’t permanent – and that was a concession made for Izuku, quite honestly – but having a TRO against him go before a judge, even if it didn’t end up being granted, would still be a permanent note on his record since it was quirk-related. Any hero schools he applied to would be able to see whether or not he had persisted in his aggression. If he passed the first evaluation period with no further attempts to approach or harm Izuku, perfect! The order would expire and there would be no further marks on his record. If the order of protection had to be renewed more than once, however, that would likely end up being a hindrance to Katsuki becoming a hero.

Toshinori truly hoped that being removed from the influence of Aldera’s teachers would help to heal Katsuki’s delusions of grandeur. But at the same time, he needed to prioritize protecting the child who was in immediate danger. Until Inko found the right school, having restraining orders against the two second year teachers would be the best they could do. They would not be allowed to even stand within 2000 feet of Izuku, and word would spread quickly that a student at Aldera had to get a restraining order against teachers. 

All Might tried to put it from his mind for the moment. He placed an anchoring hand on the crown of Izuku’s head and smiled at him. 

“Hey, Izuku. How about we take the afternoon off, huh? We can play hooky and escape the Tower for a little bit.”

Izuku knew All Might was trying to distract him. He didn’t always do that – usually they talked through his feelings, or talked about what Izuku wanted to say to his counselor the next time they met – but sometimes it helped. Izuku bit his lip and tried to say that he wasn’t quite ready to be around people yet, but the words wouldn’t come out. So he turned his face upward, hoping All Might would be able to read him that way.

All Might sighed and pressed his palm deeper into Izuku’s curls. “I know, buddy. I know. I just thought you might like to go somewhere a little quieter.”

With a shuddering little breath, the boy wiped away the beginnings of a tear and nodded. “Um. Can we go visit Gran Torino?” he asked quietly.

That was an idea. It had been almost a month since Toshinori had gotten a chance to visit the retired hero – something Torino had been complaining about in their frequent phone calls. Gran Torino was a good influence on Izuku…most of the time.

Therewas that one time when Inko had found out that Sorahiko let Izuku say swear words when it was just the two of them at the apartment. 

“Gimme a second,” All Might said, and pulled his cellphone out. 

“Hello? Hey, sorry to interrupt you at work!”

He listened for a moment. “No, no, it’s okay. Nobody’s injured. Izuku just had kind of a bad day at school. Is it alright if I take him over to Gran Torino’s?”

All Might stood up with a chuckle as Inko lodged a protest. “Only if you take the train,” he argued, “Inko, c'mon. You’ve seen me go from Sapporo to Roppongi in an hour. Nanbu is just a hop away!”

“Of course I’ll be careful! Ok. Ok, you too. Bye.”

He hung up and called over to the mission tracking desk, “I’m running a patrol in Yamanashi Prefecture! See you all in a bit!”

Izuku took that to mean that his mother had given her permission. He signed out of the visitors desk and started to head for the elevator. Usually, he would wait at the back of the building so people didn’t see All Might carrying him around. But this time, All Might stopped him.

“Up we go!” he said brightly as he lifted Izuku into his arms.

That was something that Izuku not-so-secretly loved. The way All Might would settle him in the crook of his arm so he could see. Getting to hear the hero’s heart beating through his costume. Or even just the sensation of being held. Before he’d met All Might, nobody but his mother had ever hugged Izuku. Not even Hisashi, and that was before his grandparents had taken him away. 

Mom’s hugs felt like comfort to Izuku. Like a warm blanket, or ice on a burn. When All Might hugged him, sometimes it felt like armor. When he sat up here, on All Might’s forearm, Izuku felt like nothing could hurt him.

“Mr. Tobio, please open the roof hatch!” All Might called. 

Then Izuku understood why he wasn’t meeting All Might in the parking lot. They were going to fly.

All Might felt Izuku’s fingers digging into the fabric of his costume, and he chuckled. The boy was practically vibrating with excitement! It had been some time since his last “flight”. Even knowing he couldn’t guarantee it, All Might promised himself that he would take Izuku jumping more often. Maybe one day Izuku would be jumping right alongside him.

“Ready?” All Might asked. 

“Ready!” Izuku nodded. “3…2…1…”

“Liftoff!” they shouted together, and the ground fell away.

Wind roared in their ears as they continued to ascend, and Izuku could barely see out of his watering eyes. There was a pause, less than a second, but it felt like longer, when they seemed to hang motionless in the air, at the top of the jump. And then came Izuku’s favorite part: the free fall. Just as his stomach seemed to catch up to the rest of his body, they plummeted, leaving his stomach behind once again. Izuku whooped even as he clung all the more tightly to All Might’s neck. 

All Might had honed his quirk for decades. He had so much experience jumping across Japan that the landings didn’t even jolt Izuku. All Might simply redistributed the shocks throughout his body. He said that wasn’t part of his quirk, but rather how he imagined applying it. Izuku had no idea what that was supposed to mean, but he’d written it down anyway. It had been two years, almost, and All Might still talked about passing on his power like it was a done deal. So as long as he didn’t change his mind, Izuku was going to need to know how imagination was supposed to relate to using One for All.

Under their feet, the city blurred, melting away into patches of grey and silver peppered with neon lights and bits of grass. The closer to Nanbu they got, the more green stretched out to meet them. Izuku grinned down at the twist of the river as they neared a half abandoned neighborhood. They were almost there.

Gran Torino wasn’t exactly the kind of person most would expect a kid to like. He was gruff, and as a teacher he was no-nonsense bordering on drill-sergeant. But he listened. He never told Izuku that life was hard and he had to get used to it. He didn’t pity him, either. Gran Torino was one of the few adults who had ever looked him in the eye and said, “You don’t have to pretend you’re not angry. You got every right to be.”

When they landed in the worn-out old neighborhood, All Might shifted Izuku from his arms to sit on his shoulders. Almost nobody lived on this particular street anymore. That was alright with Gran Torino. The fewer faces to see him, the less likely it was that All for One’s little friends would find out where he was living. It also meant that there was nobody to make a fuss about seeing All Might out and about. 

“I’m sorry I don’t do this with you more often,” All Might said abruptly. “I know being a hero cuts into the time I’m able to spend with you and your mom, but I hope you know how important to me you are.”

He sounded like he was worrying again, or feeling guilty. The older Izuku got, the more he realized how much like him All Might really was. So he leaned over to wrap his arms around the man’s head, both reassuringly and as an impish blindfold. 

“You have the coolest job in the universe!” Izuku said. “I get to see you on tv every day, and in person almost every day. You don’t have to go out of your way for us, we know you’re busy.”

“It’s not out of my way,” All Might pouted just a little bit, “You guys mean the world to me.”

Izuku didn’t really know how to process that. Why did All Might care about them so much? He wasn’t Izuku’s father, and Izuku couldn’t do anything for him. He didn’t have a quirk, or friends, or money. But somehow All Might had looked at a kid everyone else rejected and saw a successor. 

(Sometimes, when he was too anxious to focus on other things, Izuku would pretend that All Might’s easy affection meant the hero was treating him like family, more than his usual outgoing kindness. It would be nice to have somebody who actually wanted to be his dad.)

Toshinori had walked the street Torino lived on often enough to find the apartment blindfolded. After all, he’d spent the latter half of his teenage years there. So despite the skinny arm over his eyes and the giggling child on his shoulders, he had little difficulty in strolling up the sidewalk to Number 14. He stopped at the front steps and bent over.

“Alright, last stop: everybody off!” he joked as Izuku carefully slid off his shoulders.

Already the boy seemed to be in a better mood. For now, at least. Toshinori still planned to speed up the lawsuit a bit before things got any worse. And hopefully the next appointment with the therapist would help untangle some of Izuku’s feelings. 

Toshinori knocked once, then fished his key ring out of his belt and unlocked the door. Izuku leaned around his legs and cupped his hands around his mouth. 

“Helloooo!” he called into the building, “Anybody home?”

Sorahiko had known who was coming the moment he heard the key turn in the lock. But, as was his nature, he pretended not to notice and lay on the couch, feigning sleep. If Toshinori had wanted him to be alert when they got there, he should’ve called ahead and mentioned that he planned to finally visit!

It took most of his willpower to keep his eyes shut when the sound of small feet scampering across the tiles told him just who his other visitor was. He heard the boy stop at the edge of the couch and stand still for a moment, just breathing. Then came an almost offended little voice. 

“Hey! You’re not even sleepin’!”

Sorahiko responded by further exaggerating his snores.

“Nobodyactually says "z” when they snore,“ Izuku grumbled. "We know you’re awake.”

“No I’m not.”

Izuku hopped once. “Yes you are!”

Sorahiko grinned smugly, but didn’t open his eyes. “No I’m not, I’m sleeping.”

With a slightly frustrated sound, Izuku hopped closer. “Then how come you’re having a conversation with me?”

“I’m talking in my sleep.”

Toshinori shut and locked the front door and shook his head. “That is not the man who raised me,” he snorted.

But in some ways, he was. Sorahiko Torino had always been gruff, and had difficulty verbalizing affection. But he’d also always had a mischievous streak, and a bizarre sense of humor. Toshinori had legitimately thought the man hated him the first year Nana trained him until he learned to understand Torino’s jokes. Much of that humorous side had disappeared after Nana was killed. He was more stoic, stricter. Sometimes he’d been overly critical – something that had left a few wounds between them that he regretted to this day.

But now, with young Midoriya, the Sorahiko that Toshinori had first been introduced to was reasserting himself. He was a little bit softer with Izuku than he had been with Toshinori, though. It could’ve been because of Izuku’s age, or it could’ve been because of Torino’sage.

Toshinori knew better than to voice that particular theory.

Either way, it was clear that Sorahiko was providing something in Izuku’s life that the boy clearly needed. He was so…well, the only way Toshinori knew to describe it was to say that Izuku was bolder here than anywhere else. He trusted both of them implicitly. Not so much as a flinch if one stood up too quickly or raised his voice for a moment. In just over a year, Izuku had grown comfortable enough in the Torino apartment to ask them for things – usually asking to “play” with Torino so he could take notes on his quirk.

Sometimes Toshinori wondered whether his foster-father saw the boy as a surrogate grandchild, the way Toshinori had come to think of him as his own.

Izuku, tiring of Sorahiko’s game, grabbed the old man’s hands boldly and braced his feet against the floor to tug him into an upright position. Naturally, Sorahiko made it as difficult as possible.

“Come onnnn!” Izuku huffed. “All Might, um, All Might has to patrol but I don’t have any homework today!”

Sorahiko finally opened his eyes and cackled. “I think you’ve just been dismissed!” he teased Toshinori. 

Izuku cringed. “Nonono! That’s not- I didn’t mean- you don’t have to leave, All Might!”

Toshinori pulled his boots off and dropped them next to Izuku’s shoes. He padded across the tiles, ruffling Izuku’s hair as he passed.

“He’s just teasing you, buddy. We know what you meant." 

He dropped down onto the couch with a sigh. "Hey, Pa. How’s life?”

Sorahiko grimaced. “Pah. Boring.” He waved a hand dismissively. “Nothing new with me. Now what’s the deal with Junior? I smell explosives. Is the little turd with the homicidal streak still acting out?”

Izuku glared down at his feet. “It’s kind of hard for Kacchan to actually learn anything when the teachers and the principal keep telling him he’s the victim.”

Sorahiko’s eyes narrowed into slits. “Did he burn you?”

“No sir. But he set my math test on fire.”

The old man nodded. “Then you are allowed to cuss, but only once.”

All Might looked scandalized. “Pa! Stop teaching him to swear!”

Izuku leaned over the arm of the couch. “But All Might, you swear! All the time!”

And that was when All Might remembered that while Izuku had a little trouble speakingEnglish, that didn’t mean he couldn’t understand it. Sorahiko exploded into hoots of laughter. He slapped his knee and pointed at All Might. 

“Yeah! How about it, Mr. Potty Mouth? I’m just doing damage control!”

Izuku giggled and hoisted himself up over the arm of the couch. With a soft oof! he toppled over the edge and ended up sprawled across All Might’s legs. The man raised an eyebrow at him.

“Hi, can I help you?” he teased.

Izuku climbed over him and dropped to sit between the men. “Gran Torino, can you show me how to do the back handspring again? Mom said, um, Mom thinks I should start doing gymnastics for fun, because it’ll also help my training, and she thinks I should have more hobbies than just hero watching but I do have hobbies, I like drawing and movies and All Might and All Might trivia and-”

All Might watched Sorahiko nodding indulgently as Izuku rambled on in an impassioned defense of his hobbies before circling back to his original point: trying to convince the retired hero to teach him gymnastics. Sorahiko was patient with Izuku in ways he hadn’t been since before Nana’s death. He just let Izuku talk, and only tended to cut him off if it was important. 

Sorahiko understood that the boy’s heart was still fragile. His spirit was still healing, and it would take more than just a year and a half to repair all the damage so casually inflicted by his peers and teachers.

“Junior, you can’t even do a forward roll yet,” Sorahiko said bluntly when Izuku had finished. “You oughta know by now that you have to start with the basics.”

“Yeahhh, I guess,” Izuku sighed. He was pouting just the slightest bit. “But if I see you do it, I’ll know what I’m s'posed to remember!”

A flat, beeping tone cut off whatever Sorahiko had been about to say. All Might jumped and pulled his work phone from his belt. Quickly, he scanned the information scrolling across his screen.

“What is it? Is it a villain?” Izuku asked. He sat up on his knees and tried to see over All Might’s arm.

“Mm-hm. Report says there’s some guy running around downtown mind-controlling people to rob a store by…biting them?” All Might squinted and held the phone closer. “Biting them? Seriously?”

He glanced down. “Okay, Izuku. What makes this guy a villain rather than a regularcriminal?”

Izuku tugged at his lips as he thought. “Larceny and unlawful use of a quirk in public don’t get you registered as a villain, necessarily. His quirk involves biting people though. So…assault, use of a quirk to commit bodily harm, and use of a quirk to violate free will?”

All Might put his phone away and smiled proudly. “Very good! You’re exactly right. And it’s that last one that’s going to have the stiffest penalty. Even if he was a hero or emergency services worker with a mind-control quirk, he would have to be able to prove it was necessary to prevent death or other injuries.”

“Like how you have to do the paperwork to show you didn’t use excessive force?” Izuku asked.

“You got it.” All Might flashed a lopsided grin. “Which is not the same as property damage, make sure you never confuse the two. I cause a fair bit of property damage sometimes, because I prioritize not using excessive force on humans. Better the pavement breaks than the perpetrator.”

“Unlikesome heroes, ” Sorahiko growled. 

“That’s why the Todorokis spend so much money on lawyers, right?” Izuku said innocently, “Or else Endeavor would have his head andfive meters of litigation up his butt. Right?”

All Might spluttered in dismay. “Where did you hear that?” He gaped at the boy.

Izuku shrugged. “I heard Mom say it on the phone to her friend Ms. Rei.”

Chagrined, All Might rubbed the back of his neck. “I mean…it’s true, but you shouldn’t sayit.”

“I’m gonna say it any chance I get,” Sorahiko chipped in bluntly.

With a snort, All Might stood up and rolled his shoulders. “Well. I’m gonna run out and deal with this "Loup Garou” guy. I’ll be right back. Be good, okay?“

Sorahiko barked a rough laugh. "You talkin’ to the kid, or me?”

All Might squinted at him. “Yes.”

Then he disappeared out the door.

Izuku jumped slightly when Sorahiko smacked his arm to get his attention. 

“Huh?”

The old man heaved himself off the couch. “Get your shoes on, squirt. If Toshinori is going to drop you off while he works, you’re gonna help me run errands.”

“Oh, okay!” Izuku ran back to the door and balanced on one foot to pull his sneakers on. “But actuallyI asked All Might to bring me. Cause we were both kinda missing you, and today was a bad day, so I wanted to go visit.”

He didn’t see Sorahiko’s face soften behind him. Toshinori had picked a good kid. Even if the kid didn’t always believe it himself. 

“Yeah?” He slipped his own shoes on and shuffled up to open the door. “What’s so good about visiting a crotchety old man, huh?”

Izuku thought about his answer as he hopped down the steps. As he reached the bottom, he turned and said, “You let me be angry. I don’t have to pretend grown-ups are always right when I’m with you. And you’re super fast and that’s cool, too.”

Sorahiko grunted. He didn’t verbally acknowledge the statement, but he didn’t have to. Izuku had come to understand his little noises over the last year, and he knew what approval sounded like. 

“If we don’t take too long on the errands, we can stop at the canal on the way back. Briefly.” Sorahiko said. “So don’t dawdle, or you won’t get to feed the ducklings.”

Izuku perked up immediately. “There’s ducklings now?!”

Sorahiko grinned as he led the way down the sidewalk. So it wasn’t training for One for All. So what. A man was allowed to go on outings with his grandson from time to time, wasn’t he?

And if the “errands” consisted solely of buying fresh taiyaki from a vendor in the park, well, Toshinori didn’t need to know that.