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Prompt: Story (#pw17)

When it comes down to it, the stories we tell and the light we cast them in are what is passed down. We've been creating art and spinning narratives since the beginning, and it doesn't look like we're stopping anytime soon. What are our stories? (Inspiration: x x x x x)

Prompt: Remember (#pw alt17)

“Mommy? Where are the space books?”

“Oh, why don’t you try asking the librarian? I’m sure she can help?” Over hearing the question in the library, Luli started to make her way towards the children’s section of the library. She stepped from the blue carpet of the main space to the purple, star speckled floor, with almost totally silent steps. With how quietly she moved, Luli tended to startle patrons and other staff members by suddenly appearing beside them out of thin air.

“Can I help you find something?” The second Luli spoke the child nearly jumped out of his skin, he grabbed onto his mothers leg and hid behind her, suddenly not being to interested in getting a book. “My oh my! I didn’t mean to frighten you!” She tried to console him, giving a smile to his mother as she crouched down in front of her. “But I do believe I heard you asking about, what was it? Rocketship’s?”

The child looked out from behind his mother but still held on, “No… I said space, like stars and stuff.” He mumbled at her, but Luli just smiled at him and walked to another section of the kids space. The child followed along with his mother as Luli knelt down again and pulled out several children’s books about planets, constellations, and the moon. The child’s eyes lit up.

“Do these seem right?”

“Yes! Yes! Mommy? Can we get these?” He looked up at his mother hopefully.

“Well, lets look at them first. Then we can bring home a few, but not all of them.”

“You can come back later for the rest.” Luli chimed in, “Let me know when you’re ready to sign these out.” The mother nodded and took the books from her hands, leading her child over to a table. Luli made her way back to the main desk, plucking up some more unsorted computer cards that had been haphazardly returned.

“You never mentioned how you’re good with kids when we were speaking before. How come?” Usha sat beside the desk, the weeks news unfolded over her lap. She always spent her Sundays off with her wife at the library, the atmosphere helping her relax.

“I supposed it was never important. I also didn’t see many children in the university library, this is one of the first places I really got to interact with them.”

“You do like children though?”

“Where are you going?” she asked, her voice still blurry from sleep.

“Figured it would be better if I slipped out before anybody noticed I was here overnight,” Ryan admitted, though she gave in to Beatrice’s pout and returned to the bed. “Save your reputation, in any case.”

Beatrice scoffed, nestling into Ryan’s shoulder. “Reputation be damned,” she mumbled. “’S not like the Old Council respects me either way.”

“And others?” Ryan asked, though she made no move to dislodge her partner.

“Alexander and Nashira can’t say anything, since at least we have our shit together,” Beatrice retorted.

“I meant more those who look up to you.”

“Ryan, how many people do you think will care?”

“It is rather improper to have a relationship with your guard, no?”

“Ryan,” Beatrice whined, attempting to fall back in bed and drag Ryan with her. “’S too early, just let me cuddle you.”

“Bea—”

“Plus,” Beatrice added, “I think right now the focus is less on what’s improper and more on survival.”

Ryan couldn’t argue with that.

“Now, are you going to be good and let me sleep more?” Beatrice asked. “Or are we going to keep arguing silly things till I have to be awake?”

Entries in Our Ao3 Collection: Week 3

Some of you have been posting your entries straight into our Ao3 Collection. We'd hate for them to miss the spotlight, so here is a list of everything posted in there for Week 3 of Pridewrite!

Day 17: Story and Remember

Bedtime Story by ughdotcom pw17, Our Flag Means Death

once upon a december by NicNack4U pw17, Hannibal

everybody knows, we always stay close  by This_world_of_ beautiful_monsters pw17, TMNT (nsfw) (incest, possession, past abuse, implied somno, implied dubcon, gore, implied cannibalism, mpreg, trans mpreg, ref su*cidal thoughts, potentially unhealthy relationships)

Day 18: Letters and Photograph

If I had a flower... by Samunderthelights pw18, CMBYN

look at this photograph by NicNack4U pw18, pw alt18, Friends

The Letters by ughdotcom pw18, Pacific Rim

too much love drives a man insane, you broke my will (but, what a thrill) by This_world_of_beautiful_monsters pw alt18, Top Gun (nsfw) (period-typical homophobia)

Day 19: Time and Change

everything has changed by NicNack4U pw19, pw alt19, Doctor Who

i'm awake for the first time by This_world_of_beautiful_monsters pw alt19, TMNT (transphobia, mentioned/implied rape)

Snapshots of Time by ughdotcom pw19, Doctor Who

the internet is forever by 27twinsister pw19, Kamen Rider Zi-O

Day 20: Camp and Subculture

and you know that she should be screaming by This_world_of_beautiful_monsters pw20, TMNT (ableism, gore, murder)

Stumbling In by ughdotcom pw alt20, Hamlet

Day 21: Polari and Written In Code

Coded by ughdotcom pw alt21, Pacific Rim

In Code by NicNack4U pw alt21, Supernatural

monsters under your bed (we are, we are) by This_world_of_beautiful_monsters pw alt21, Stranger Things (self harm, implied CSA, medical torture, abuse, past implied rape)

Day 22: Violets and Unknown

case notes, nyc residence by This_world_of_beautiful_monsters pw alt22, TMNT (fantasy racism, casual homophobia transphobia and xenophobia/racism, non-graphic violence, medical trauma, implied ableism, non-graphic violence)

Day 22 - Violets by The_Faceless_Old_Weatherboy pw22, The Owl House

It's like I'm powerful with a little bit of tender by NicNack4U pw22, Supernatural

Pressed Flowers by ughdotcom pw22, Doctor Who

Day 23: Green Carnations and Building

Carnation Button Hole by ughdotcom pw23, Harry Potter

I Knew I Loved You by NicNack4U pw23, Hannibal (canon-typical violence)