Prompt 1: A Special Person [ results pg 8 ]

[fuiuki]

"No matter what you do, no matter who you hurt or what you turn out to be, I'll always love you."

Link knew he wasn't a very good person, all of the time. It wasn't that he didn't WANT to be, he tried really hard to be good. But with your mom being a very mischievous demon, and your dad being a super ditzy prankster, accidents happened. Frequently. Link hadn't formed very close relationships so far because of this, outside of his family and other demons. He just didn't wanna end up saying something mean to someone important, or cause a bad accident to a friend. So when he was asked who was important to him, he had to think really hard. But he hadn't needed to, because it didn't take long to come up with an answer and when he did, it seemed so obvious.

"My dad" he said, a smile already forming on his face. "I'm not the best at keeping out of trouble, and I've ended up hurting quite a few people both on accident and on purpose. It's... hard to make friends with people when you've got my particular demon powers. But no matter what I did, or what I got up to, or who got hurt or what trouble I'd caused, my dad would always be there for me. Mom loves me for sure, but she's... distracted. Not the best at emotional connection. My siblings are great, but they can't quite relate to my wish to not cause trouble for others, they're much too outgoing. Dad however... he's always supportive. He's always there to console me, give advice, help me out of trouble, or perhaps just someone to hide behind when I get shy. He's such a fun and loving person and I don't know how he ended up with a son like me... but he's always made sure that I know he loves me very much. He's always believed in me and that I can be better, and he's my rock when it gets tough. I would give anything to protect my dad and his happiness."

[Meridiem]

"Good Things Come to Those Who Wait"

Magnolia was caught off guard by the young girl's question. It's not that she doesn't have someone, it was just very out of nowhere.
"Well now that you ask, there is someone in my life that I love very much. Well not just one person, many people. Like my moms, my sister, and my friends.." She trailed off as she thought about all the people in her life that she would do anything for. "Ahh, well I'll tell you a story about my girlfriend, Ophelia." Magnolia crossed her legs and began to tell the tale of how she and Ophelia met.


So when I was growing up, my mothers would always send me into the forest to get herbs, vegetables, and spices. If it could be found in the forest, I would find it. I have always been the best tracker and that's something I live by. On one of my last few adventures while still living with my parents, I really wanted to find my familiar. My sister, Wisteria, had found hers a few months before and I was very jealous of her, but don't tell her that. I really wanted to find my familiar on this particular day, but if you know anything about familiars, they just appear in your life out of nowhere. They are animals that you are bonded to and help with all things witch related. They are the animal form of your best friend pretty much.

Anyways, I was down by the creek because that's where you can find the best Pickerelweed and I saw this unique purple toad. Now I'm very well rehearsed in all the fauna and floral or the forest and this creek so seeing this frog was very out of the ordinary. At that exact moment, the only thing that was going through my head was "This is my familiar!" so as any normal witch would do, I went to go pick the little guy up, but he hopped away from me, which is weird because familiars are supposed to be soul bonded to their witch so that fact that he moved away from me was odd. I kept trying though and finally after many unsuccessful tries, I caught the little frog! But as soon as i had him in my hands, someone yelled from over the small hill saying "Put down my frog!" I was very confused because this was my familiar, but then I saw this beautiful girl cross over the hill in a heavily clothed dress. She looked very concerned for the frog so I put him down. He immediately went to her. Turns out that the frog was her familiar. I apologized so many times I can't even count the number of times I said sorry. She was very sweet and nice to me, so I explained why I was so attached to her frog and she fully understood. And so now she is helping me find my familiar.

500/500

[Divantae]

"There's only one thing more precious than our time and that's who we spend it on." - Leo Christopher

Someone he would give everything for. Now, ordinarily Saber would be bashful of his next words, choosing instead to cough up the generic granddaughter answer with a few little anecdotes, but no matter how much he talked of his granddaughter, it never really painted a picture of the woman herself. He never really spoke from his heart, truthfully, instead resolving to give as best of a small-talk answer an acquaintance could take. But this time he didn't feel like shielding the truth of it all.

"Charity, she's my granddaughter," he started, slow drawl spilling from his lips, uneasy breath filling the chilled night air. What would she want him to tell of her? He supposed she wouldn't presently want him to speak of her at all, but he continued anyways, words flooding out from him. He was too old to lie.

"Where do I even start? Well, I s'pose I'd just bore you with all the details. But she takes after her mother in all the wrong ways. All I want is for her to be safe, but we don't really see eye-to-eye," he began, lighting a cigar, puffing out carefully to avoid his audience's face.

"She's what you'd call a demon hunter, see, or er, a huntress," Saber fumbled, "It's no secret, she's quite famous at this point. However, this job is not all the glory it seems." He rubbed his brows with his knuckles uneasily, taking a pause.

"I just want her to be safe. That's all. She avoids me, I don't blame her. Maybe we both said things we regret is all..." he trailed off, spending the rest of his time thinking to himself, attracted to the dance of the flames. He supposed that after all these years he should just come to terms with the life his granddaughter chose, along with making peace with his daughter's passing. Yet whenever he did, he could feel another battle occurring inside of him, wishing for both to be under his care again, nostalgic of the little things of like when they played with dolls and how they used to eat at a diner every Sunday. He never really changed. A smirk crossed his lips.

"You know what?" he started again, mood lifted. "I suppose there's no use in thinkin' about what should've been in life. I may not like Charity's line of work after all, but there's one thing I know. She's a right capable one. I'm sure she'll be fine." And with that, he looked instead to the stars.

He didn't have much time left, what with his age and how unpredictable life was. He needed to make amends somehow and accept Charity for her decisions, no matter how much he disagrees with them. What was the use of prolonging his life if he had no one to spend it with?

"Thanks for listenin'. I needed someone to vent to."

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[Thani]

"Of all the Mistakes in this world, You're the one I want to remember"

Cold nights together in the midst of a war.
The Stars were so bright back then, like they had a reason to shine.
Magic was everywhere at the time. Or maybe I just noticed it more when you were around...
"We can't win this war and not lose people close to us." You told me that once.
And I knew that death was unavoidable... I had prepared myself for it after my mother died.
I just wish that I knew that death wasn't what would take you away from me...

You not only unknowingly broke my heart when you left, but you betrayed the rebellion.
You betrayed everyone that believe in you. Everything that you started.
And all for what? The life of luxury and safe living in the castle grounds...
With a new wife who you don't even love. Would you really throw away everything...to keep yourself safe?
I hate you. And yet I love you.

The colds nights aren't the same anymore....And I find myself lonely...for the first time since I set out on my own.

[FangirlTrash]

Nice Boys — TEMPOREX

Paxton’s head lifted from the s’more he was devouring. The question had caught him off guard. His chewing quicken as he rushed to finish the bite he had started.
“Well,” Paxton began. “I had this roommate that I shared a small apartment with once I moved out of my old man’s house.”
Paxton wiped his mouth with his sleeve.
“He was great and all, and I knew the minutes I walked into that room we would be best pals. I’ve never truly had a friend before, so it was really exciting to me!”
Paxton’s face became sullen.
“I don’t think he felt the same about me. I tried everything to make him like me. Washed the dishes, swept the floor, dusted the place from the floor to the ceiling, fed his pet parrot he never cared for, I made my bed, I even made his bed.”
Paxton gasped realizing his expression change. He quickly threw on a smile and took another bite of his s’more.
“I’m sorry, I got quite negative there. I promise you that he was a very good person. I would of done anything for him. I bet you that if it wasn’t for him, my life would be completely different!”
Paxton’s eyebrow furred as he thought deeply about how he could of changed the perspective that this new acquaintance now has of his roommate.
“Actually, one time I did wake up to see the sink cleared of dishes!” Paxton exclaimed nervously.
“I’m sorry- I should probably go-go,” Paxton mumbled, quickly excusing himself.

[-pidge]

"I am more than my scars"

This person, this amazing person, has never left my side. This beautiful person, pulled me up when I was at my lowest. This person, comforted me when no-one else noticed. This person... is me.

Freshman years, people change, people thought you could never lose.

These where the years I found out a truth, a painful truth. I knew I had been 3rd wheeling, I just never knew they didn’t want to be associated with me, I didn't know the rumours they had spread. The next day, no-one sat beside me. I had no-one to talk to. Weeks of rejection fell into months, and I was still, lonely. Soon I questioned every word the came from my mouth, Every gesture I made to the outside world, I criticised. Thats when I developed severe anxiety

I was mentally exhausted, trying to please everyone, to gain friendships that I knew would never last. Confidence drained from me, my self esteem crushing behind the fake smile I plastered on my face. Nobody understood, no-one, but me.

I had no motivation, to even get from my bed. It's so hard. So hard to be fine, when you're on the verge of tears. My farther once told me, no-one can love you before you love yourself. Those words were often on my mind.

One particular day, I felt as if I were almost out of options, I didn't know what to do anymore, coming home in an outbreak of tears. As I run towards my room, I stop at the sight, of a puffy red face. I looked at it. Its broken eyes. Its swollen cheeks. Its souls shattered. It was me. I sat down in front of the mirror. Staring into my own eyes. Right now, I was looking at my best friend. What had I done to her? "Im sorry," I whimper.

My reflection smiled... a real smile. A final tear leaving her eye. It was only me who could see those bruises, toughs cuts deep within her. I reached out to the girl stuck in the mirror. The person I was stuck in the mirror. I reached out my paw resting on the mirrors face. "It'll be ok..." I tell myself.

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[f1owercrown]

“I no longer believed in the idea of soul mates, or love at first sight. But I was beginning to believe that a very few times in your life, if you were lucky, you might meet someone who was exactly right for you. Not because he was perfect, or because you were, but because your combined flaws were arranged in a way that allowed two separate beings to hinge together.”

― Lisa Kleypas, Blue-Eyed Devil

[ using Thaddeus & Merelle ]

[eros]

Prompt 2

“Aren’t you tired of it? Don’t you want to see the world that you’re missing?”

The witch’s words echoed in Elewyn’s head as she considered the question.

“Yes, there is someone like that in my life. Her name is Rose, and she is my wife. I first met her when I was still a countess, and when she was still the feared “Witch of the Raspberry Wilds”.

“My ex-husband, who isn’t all that important to my story, was the great Count de Champ Creux, and he had quite a bit of pressure on him to capture and execute the local witch, who had been accused of teaching the village children the art witchcraft and for killing the local farmers’ livestock. Well, one day his hired militia dragged the so-called “eldritch being” into our courtyard, and I naturally needed to see for myself. I wasn’t expecting to see a little pink ball of fluff lying in my peonies!”

Eleywn stopped to giggle to herself, recalling the fiercely defiant Rose rolling around, snarling, in a patch of matching pink flowers.
“After the guards brought her into a small, dusty cell under the keep, I decided to investigate our new prisoner, wishing to learn why she committed the crimes she did before she was much too dead to tell me. As it turned out, she was actually quite respectful, and was happy to explain the issue to me from her own viewpoint.

“She had indeed taught the village children some magic, but nothing too very dangerous. Just little spells to make flowers appear on the ground near them, or weak weather spells to make a tiny puff of snow appear. And as for the livestock, that wasn’t even her! The townsfolk were apparently just so ignorant and desperate to blame everything on the witch that they totally forgot about the presence of wolves in the nearby forest.

“Our visits grew longer and more frequent, and I found myself feeling things for the witch that I’d never felt about anyone before. You see, my marriage to my ex-husband was one of necessity for the kingdom, not of love. The Count never encouraged me to express myself outside of the role that had been pushed onto me by our marriage, never told me that I could be anything more than the beloved Countess Elewyn. Rose, on the other hand, urged me to consider my own feelings for once. She prioritized my growth, even in the face of definite execution by my horrid husband.

“I knew I needed to save Rose, and I devised a plan to have her led by myself to the execution. Nobody suspected a thing, and we were able to escape without any major hitches.”
Elewyn smiled to herself.

“We’ve been together for several years now, you know. It was strange, adjusting to the strange new world that Rose brought me into, and it was difficult to deal with the lack of luxury, but I don’t regret a thing.”

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[Yuroshi]

”I love you” means that I care enough to fight for what we have, and that I love enough not to let go.

Xiomar

Xiomar knows that, biologically, he is not a tiger. Sure, he may have markings like their stripes, he may have sharper teeth and nails like their large fangs and claws, but he, at his core, is not a tiger. And yet, in his heart, he is one. A tiger he is, and a tiger he will be, for this boy, raised by tigers, sees them as family. He grew up with them, was raised by one of them, and he loves them with all of his heart- all four of them. But of course, the way they all show their love to each other is perhaps a bit different than most people do... being raised in the wilds, their love for each other is also perhaps a bit... odd. Though all the siblings may be considered matured into adults by now, they never lost their childish innocence, never spurned by society for showing it. To love one another is to be close physically and mentally. They still sleep in the same cuddle piles they did when they were young, still casually brush against each other so they never forget that they are there, still share every secret, because they have a family bond which protects them, and they know it will never be broken. They love and share everything, because they never know when someone will be lost.
But the Wild is dangerous. So they love each other in a fierce and protective way, covered in brutal scars and ready to get more to save their family.

[Lorne_Purnima]

"Is there someone in your life that you would give everything for?" The question caught Lysander off guard as he stared absentmindedly into the distance causing him to take a moment to process the question directed at him as he looked towards the girl who had asked it. He sat quietly for a moment before softly smiling "I do", he finally replied, "I have a partner, he means everything to me, I was nothing before he came into my life, I don't know where I would be without him." Lysander tilted his head up and looked towards the sky, something he would often do when thinking, he had to be careful with his words, he trusted his new acquaintance well enough but too much information to anyone could spell trouble for everyone involved.

"He showed me what emotions were, what love is and what it feels like, he took my hand and it was like opening my eyes for the first time. Everything up until that moment was like sleepwalking, everything I do now is to keep us safe, to keep him safe." Lysander paused for a moment thinking about his words, it was strange hearing himself say them, to say things that he so clearly felt but had never verbally said to another living thing. Even then, they were vague versions of what he felt, Frog was so much more to him than just a partner but how else could he describe him? He was Lysanders world and he liked to think that he was Frogs in return, "he would do the same for me, he does do the same for me, we complete each other." Lysander smiled more to himself, he liked that thought, the thought of completing someone and being completed by them was a very sweet idea to him. He made a small mental note to perhaps bring it up to Frog later before pulling his attention back to his acquaintance, "I hope that answers your question, I apologize for being a bit vague, it's for the best, I'd go on all day and night otherwise." Lysander gave the girl a polite smile with a light laugh, that was only half a lie.
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