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I HAVE DAY 7!!! YALL I LOVE IT SO MUCH!!!!
Day 7: “I love you and all but…”
Ship: RavenHeart
MCs: Corvina and Arthur
“Accidental Confession” (In which feelings are accidentally returned aloud.)
Corvina tapped her cheek in agitation, lips puckered like a fish. Her nose twitched as Arthur continued to tell of his most recent escapade in full detail, brandishing the facts in a way that made Corvina think it was all overly exaggerated. If not entirely made up.
She shot the blonde a glare, hoping he’d get the hint to shut up and leave her be, giving her a few moments of peace and quiet. He didn’t seem to notice her look however-or he chose to ignore it-continuing his tale of heroic thievery.
Which was oxymoronic in and of itself…
To be honest…It wasn’t Arthur’s story that was bothering her. Or even Arthur himself.
Not that she’d tell him that, of course.
It was just…the splitting headache forming in her skull. Not to mention the terrible fight she’d had earlier with November…
She could really use some time to think…
Corvina let out a groan, rubbing her temples. She leaned back against the couch the two sat on, crossing one leg over her knee. She pursed her lips, raising a brow as she turned to face him.
“Listen Arthur, I love you and all but could you please-” She opened one eye and, spotting Arthur’s completely befuddled expression, paused. She blinked, looking around for a moment. She slid a hand over her face, wondering if she’d gotten something on herself. “What?”
Arthur’s shocked expression remained for a moment before twisting into the devilish little crook Corvina knew all too well. He smirked, brows lowering as he leaned in closer. “I’m sorry? Did you just say you loved me?”
Now it was Corvina’s turn to be confused.
“Of course I didn’t-” She stopped, face flushing as realization kicked in. Her fists clenched in nervous apprehension as Arthur’s grin widened. Heat flooded her veins as she stared into his amber-colored eyes.
She-She hadn’t meant it like that!
“I didn’t…I mean I…” She stumbled, scowling. Her cheeks blew up, turning redder by the second. “That isn’t what I said.”
“Pretty sure it is,” Arthur said, leaning over. He reached his arm over Corvina’ shoulder, not subtle at all. Corvina froze, face redder than a cherry at this point. She pushed him away, making him laugh. “You’re cute when you’re annoyed, you know that? Aww…are you blushing?”
“No! I mean…Gah! You’re an idiot!” Corvina growled, standing to her feet. Her heart thudded in her chest at the very idea of being in close, physical contact with the blonde. The thought of letting her heart be so vulnerable…So open…
She squeezed her eyes shut as she stalked away, fists closed tight.
“Hey! Cori!”
Her heart paused, even though everything in her brain screamed to keep going. She glanced back and felt warmth worm its way through her at the sight of Arthur’s sincere, genuine smile.
“Just so you know, I love you too,” he winked.
Corvina pursed her lips, unsure of what to say. She wrapped her arms around herself, giving him a slight nod before walking away.
Maybe someday…
She could tear down those walls…
#IfMarcelDiesIRiot
#ProtectMarcel
#ProtectSebAGH!!! Okay that one was short but honestly I think its one of my favs….
#IfMarcelDiesIRiot
#ProtectMarcel
#ProtectSebOh my goshhhh, I think that one was my fav of yours so far!!!! 😍 The two of them are adorable. 😂
I rolled the log over and underneath was a tiny little stick and I was like, "That log had a child
GAH My KP is glitching
#IfMarcelDiesIRiot
#ProtectMarcel
#ProtectSebTRY THIS AGAIN
Okay everyone….ummm
I wrote day 8…
but im gonna warn u…
this one is VERY ANGSTY!!!!!!
Ahem…So I already knew with Day 8 it was going to be an Arabella & November prompt because one of the BIGGEST things with Ara and November is handholding!
Both of them have physical touch as their number one love language, (especially November) and as best friends they’re the type to hold hands, hug, etc. And they hold hands ALL THE TIME, like constantly. They hold hands while walking, standing, when comforting each other, etc.
That being said…
One of the things at the end when the whole “betrayal” thing happens is…well…
You’ll kinda get it probably once u read it.
But yea…
TW: Overall Angsty…but also not really but maybe (how do I put this…?) you could read into it that a character is thinking about umm…a not healthy solution to something. We’ll put it like that.
Day 8: Hands
Ship: PeachFluff
MCs: Arabella & November
“Regret” (In which one feels intense feelings of sadness or disappointment in oneself.)
He wasn’t sure exactly when it had started…
It’s just…how it had always been. From the moment they’d met.
That first moment she’d grabbed his hand, dragging him out to his first adventure. That first connection.
It was just…natural from then on.
November couldn’t remember a time from that moment forward, when he and Ara weren’t connected in some form. A time when the two of them weren’t together. Weren’t in constant need of each other’s company.
The very thought seemed…
Impossible.
Painful, even.
Back home, it was a usual thing to see the two of them together.
Where Ara was, November wasn’t far behind; usually trying to keep up. And where November was, Ara was always beside him, encouraging him to keep the course.
Hand in hand.
Always.
In laughter.
In tears.
In battle.
In peace.
The two of them.
Hand in hand.
***
“I-I’ve never had a-a best friend b-before…”
“Well, now you do!” Ara’s tiny giggles bounced through the little boy’s ears. “And I won’t ever leave! Honest!”
***
“There’s nothing you could ever do that would displace my faith in you. I trust you, always. I don’t need an explanation.” Ara wrapped her arms around the younger boy, whose eyes showed with tears. He cried into her shoulder, the sting of his father’s betrayal still overwhelming his heart.
***
“I think you’re perfect, just the way you are.” Ara gripped his hand, entwining her fingers around his, squeezing gently.
***
“November…?” Ara reached out a hand, eyes wide with confusion as the flames whipped around her. The betrayal in her eyes made his heart ache. But…he knew…
This was for the best…It was for the best…
This was all for her…
***
November stared at the rocks below. Waves crashed against them, violently tossing against the edge of the cliffs. His eyes dulled as he watched the scene, face void of expression. His fingers twitched at his side and he let out a small breath, taking in every sensation around him.
The salty air. The dry, cold wind that blew through the trees, sending a slight chill down his spine. The large bruise on his face…the dried blood that trickled from it…
Delivered by a hurting friend.
November tilted his head, the ache in his heart growing into a silent, dull thud. His tears had dried at this point, and frankly, he was too tired to cry anymore. That being said, a single, salty droplet still streaked down one cheek as he smiled slightly.
***
“Ara…I’m…I…” He ran a hand through his curls. If he could have, he would’ve pulled himself bald at this point. “I didn’t…I didn’t mean for…for any of this! I…” Fiery, stinging tears streamed down his face, and the piercing in his heart refused to ease.
The loss he and the gang had just faced was…beyond anything they could’ve imagined…
It should’ve been him…
“I didn’t…I’m so…I’m so sorry…” He sobbed, bending down, hands over his face. “I’m so sorry…”
Ara stared, her own eyes filled with tears. She glanced down at the ground, fists clenched slightly at her side.
November looked up at her, the ache evident on his face. “Ara…please…” He reached out a hand.
Like so many times before…
“So am I…” Ara whispered, pulling her hands into her chest. She stared into November’s blue eyes, both teenagers holding unprecedented pain. And then…she turned away.
***
November let out a sudden, mournful cry, collapsing to the ground. He pulled his knees to his chest, burying his face. He squeezed his shirt tight, wrapping the fabric between his fingers, but it did nothing to quell the feeling of emptiness inside.
Did nothing to fix the absence of Ara’s hand in his…
#IfMarcelDiesIRiot
#ProtectMarcel
#ProtectSeb@everyone
This one has my favorite OC Skylar!!!!
Day 10: Falling asleep on their shoulder
MCs: Skylar & Tristan
I looked at the fire pit which of course didn’t have a fire. I was freezing and very tired from the events of today. Everything I thought I knew had been a lie. I had lost my best friend to a lie. I looked over at Tristan who was sitting next to me. My body shivered, and a gust of wind flew through making my teeth chatter.
“Are you cold?” Tristan asked looking at my body that shook.
My teeth only made a clicking noise, but I nodded my head yes.
Tristan let out a chuckle and then wrapped his sweatshirt around me.
I smiled, and when I was finally warm enough I spoke. “Thanks, that was sweet of you, corny, but sweet.”
Tristan smiled, “No problem,”
We both went silent, it was awkward. We both liked each other but we didn’t know enough about each other to take the risk.
Finally, Tristan looked over at me, with a serious look. “So… What’s your past? What keeps you up at night?”
I and Tristan had been talking about our dreams and thoughts early this morning, but that felt like a few days ago. Today had been long, and emotionally draining.
I sighed, I didn’t want to tell him. I wanted to forget it. “Tristan,” I said his name in a way of telling him that was a private question.
“Skylar?” Tristan took the hint but didn’t accept it.
“I lost my best friend… and it was all my fault,” I wiped away a few tears that streamed down my face. “And I really miss him, and I hate myself so much,”
“I’m so sorry,” Tristan put his arm around me. “How can you hate yourself? I could never image hating you.”
I leaned on his shoulder, I didn’t deserve him. I didn’t deserve to be happy, but I could bring myself to walk away.
I let out a few sobs, Tristan didn’t even know the whole story, and he knew it wasn’t my fault. If I only I could believe that.
but for now, I was content, resting my head on his shoulder.
And truthfully I like it, I like him. Maybe loved… him.
Do me a favor…. Tell Cress I meant it
-ThorneAGH! My hearrrrt! 😭
I rolled the log over and underneath was a tiny little stick and I was like, "That log had a child
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Here’s one I wrote for day 7
Day 7: “I love you and all but…”
Wanda & Bucky (I’m sorry I did another one between these two XD)
Sam pulled into the drive way, both him ad Bucky looked at the house. The house looked depressing, the flowers, trees, and just the over all house looked depressed. Maybe it was just the fact that Wanda lived there.
“Are you sure you can convince her? She made it pretty clear that there was no connetion between you two.” Sam pointed out, “I have some girls that would be good for you.”
“I’ll convince her,” Bucky opened the car door, “Besides you should save those girls for yourself,” Bucky said with a grin.
“You’re a hilarious,” Sam said sarcastically as he pulled out of the drive way.
Bucky walked over to the porch and prepared himself, he was usually really good with girls but Wanda was different. Bucky took a deep breath and knocked on the door.
Wanda approached the door and opened it. She assumed it was a door to door sales person or something, nobody had really cared about her. She was alone, and that was… okay.
“Hey,” Bucky said as Wanda opened the door.
“What are you doing here?” Wanda didn’t show any emotions.
“I came to see you,”
“Then you’re wasting your time,” Wanda closed the door and walked back into her house.
Bucky put his foot between the door, and slipped into her house. Her living room was furnished nicely but everything look untouched.
“Why won’t you just amitt that you love me?”
Wanda turned to face him, her face red from tears.
“Don’t you understand, I do love you, and that’s a death sentece!” Wanda let out a sob. “I lost them, all of them.”
Bucky walked over to Wanda. He lifted her face so their eyes could meet, and a few more tears ran down Wanda’s face.
“I love you and all… but I can’t do this again.” Wanda turned away from Bucky. “Do you know what it felt like when Clint went back to his family, Steve went back to Peggy, and Scott went back to his daughter, and I went back to no one, I was alone.”
“You’re not alone anymore,”
“I can’t-” Wanda let out another sob. “I can’t do it again,”
“Wanda, what happened on the dock… I love you,”
“James, my heart has been broken to many times.” another tear fell down Wanda’s face, but Bucky wiped it away.
Bucky embrace Wanda in a hug as more tears streamed down her face. Wanda clutched Bucky’s shirt, holding him tight.
She pushed him away,
Because she loved him,
And she knew that would break her heart,
But wasn’t avoiding him, breaking her heart?
Do me a favor…. Tell Cress I meant it
-ThorneAww, these are both so sweet and so sad!! 🥺❤️
Write what should not be forgotten. — Isabel Allende
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Day 10: Falling asleep on their shoulder (I’m gonna do two different ships for this one)
Ship: Fynn and Callista (in this story, they’re around the ages of 16-18)
Fynn watched the waves crawl up the sand, then recede back into the ocean. The sunset reflected off the water, turning it to hues of blush, orange, soft yellow, and violet.
Out of the corner of his eye he saw Callista hug her knees to her chest and sigh. “It’s so beautiful.”
Fynn nodded. “And peaceful. It’s nice, you know, to slow down and rest after all that’s been going on.”
Callie scooted closer to Fynn and rest her head against his shoulder. “You think we’ll make it?”
Fynn sighed. “If the Lord wills it, then we will.”
“You sound like Ami,” Callie said with a soft chuckle.
Fynn smiled. “At least that’s a good thing.”
Callie sighed contentedly. “Are they still in Aletheia?”
“I think they’ve left by now.”
“Are you going to miss them?”
Fynn swallowed. “Yeah… I’m just worried that I won’t see Ami again.”
“What about Everton?”
“Well…”
Callie pulled back and looked him in the eye, her jaw dropped. She laughed. “Wow. You really love your brother-in-law don’t you?”
Fynn grinned. “I’m just kidding. I miss both of them and I’m praying they’ll stay safe.”
Satisfied with his answer, Callie cuddled up next to him again. Fynn wrapped his arm around her and smiled. The two sat in silence, listening to the waves and watching the beauty of the sunset. Fynn rested the side of his head on top of hers.
A few minutes later he lifted his head and looked down at her. Her eyes were closed and her breathing was slow and steady. He smiled to himself at watched her sleep.
He loved her…
He truly did.
Ship: Everdala (they are engaged at this point, so around the ages of 20/21 [I think])
Amidala groaned. “This is really uncomfortable,” she whispered. She tried to readjust her position in the cramped, dark box, but only succeeded in becoming more uncomfortable.
“I like it,” Ev said, Ami clearly hearing the clever smile in his tone. He cuddled up closer to her.
Ami rolled her eyes. “It still isn’t the most comfortable place to be. How long do you think we’ll be in here?”
“I don’t know. Maybe a few hours. This is the only way we’ll be able to get to the island.”
“Couldn’t we have just bought tickets and disguised ourselves?”
“Too risky.”
Ami sighed. “Well, I guess I might as well quit complaining.” She relaxed and stopped trying to get comfortable. This was probably as comfy as she’d get. Ev grabbed her hand and intertwined his finger with hers.
Ami rested her head on his shoulder. “How late is it?”
“I’m not sure. But I think it’s pretty late.”
Ami closed her eyes and sighed, letting herself relax…
***
Ev smiled. From Ami’s breathing he could tell she had fallen asleep.
Beside him was an incredible woman. She had risked her life on many occasions and had willingly gone with him on dangerous missions. Even from the very beginning, when they first left the Orb, she had showed amazing courage.
Sure, she was beautiful on the outside, but her heart was what truly made her beautiful. Ev rested his head against the back of the box. Their wedding was in a week and they were on a mission for the resistance. She had insisted on going.
He was truly lucky to get to spend the rest of his life with her. A verse he had read recently came to his mind.
“I thank my God for every reminder of you.”
He leaned close to Ami and whispered, “I love you, Amidala, and I thank my God every time I remember you.”
Write what should not be forgotten. — Isabel Allende
Somehow I missed the Corvina and Arthur one!
I love it!! 😂
Write what should not be forgotten. — Isabel Allende
Thanks!! 😄
I know, I just love all my ships so much. XD 🥰
Write what should not be forgotten. — Isabel Allende
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