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"content": "You are given a chapter. Your job is to craft ONE WRITING PROMPT such that the provided chapter could plausibly serve as a strong example response to that prompt.\n\nCHAPTER:\nChapter Text\n-o-\nDin must’ve blacked out because he found himself coming to within his own bed.\nIt took a few moments of intense nausea and vertigo before he was able to think relatively clearly. The darkness in his bedroom was full of terrible shadows and echoes of sick whispers. Screams. Pain. Of beautiful blue dimming and greying over; like a wave of storms covering a bright sky. Empty, bleak, wrong…\nNothing.\nHe closed his eyes and he found only agony to meet him. At this point it almost felt like a familiar friend. It was now who he was…bitter, alone, empty…nothing more than a man who could do nothing but break and bleed until everything has been dried up and all goodness gone.\nThe Mandalorian, a bounty-hunter, a man who was supposed to die in a backworld scum-hole on a final bounty gone wrong with no one around and leaving behind a ship as empty as he was.\nThen he found a child, a new world, a new understanding of what it meant to be happy and full. And then he found a home…a purpose…a clan…then he found a way to be complete and learn to feel everything that came with that happiness…the full circle of it. The beauty and ugliness.\nLuke.\nTurning his head he looked blankly at the empty spot next to him, his hand reaching out and touching the mattress and let out a broken breath when his fingers confirmed there was nothing there. There would never be anyone next to him again.\nLuke.\nHis fingers spread out, pressing over space, and then he clenched it tightly before relaxed and trailed up to the space where Luke’s face would’ve been. He could vividly imagine his face, relaxed, smiling brightly as he moved in close to Din’s form…he’d say something flirty and sweet, reach up and kiss at Din’s neck and chin before he went to Din’s lips…he would whisper how much love he had for Din and Grogu both…\nAnd it was gone.\n“Riduur…cyar’ika…” He whispered. “Luke…”\nHe rolled over to his back to look up at the ceiling and made no move to get up. There was no strength inside of him. It ached. It hurt.\n“Mah?”\nHe looked over to see Grogu waddling up to his bed, hands outstretched. He put his arm down, cupping the little one in his hand and pulling him up to the bed with him. Grogu crawled up on the pillow next to Din’s face, patting his nose and forehead tenderly.\n“Hey kid.” Din said, trying for a smile. It felt dull on his face.\nGrogu gave a whimper and bumped his forehead against Din’s. “Brr.”\n“Sorry…I don’t…” He couldn’t explain. He just felt like he had nothing left in him. He was so tired. So empty. “I lost him. It’s my fault we don’t have him any more.”\n“Brr.” Grogu lay down next to him, close to Din’s face.\n“I’m sorry, ad’ika.” He said, placing a hand on his son’s head. “I’m so sorry…I lost your buir. I…lost part of our clan.”\n“Mrm,” Grogu just bumped their heads again.\n“You don’t have to forgive me, kid.”\n“Brr!” Grogu shook his head and held him tighter. “Brr!”\n“Thanks…” He rubbed his back. “That means a lot, buddy.”\n“Ma.” Grogu snuggled close.\n“I don’t even know if he’s alive.” He said before he could stop himself and flinched away. “Sorry, he’s…he is alive. He has to be.”\nGrogu babbled softly him. He could hear new syllabus over the child’s talking. “Mu…mlu…lu…brr.”\nLuke. Buir. Luke…\nOh gods.\nHe couldn’t cry in front of his kid. He couldn’t do that to his son.\n“I’m sorry…I’m sorry.”\nThere was too much in him. Too much nothing. Too many broken, shattered pieces. Rage, sadness, wrongness…he couldn’t let it out, but he needed to…he didn’t know. It hurt. It was all wrong and he could feel those cracked pieces of his mind fall.\nStill, tears dripped from his face and he let out a shudder of a breath. “Luke…gods,\nLuke\n.”\nHis son didn’t say anything as he held on to him tightly, as if saying it was ok.\n“Brr.”\n“Luke…” It hurt so much. It ached. It was too much. “Luke.”\nEverything was breaking,\nIt hurt.\nIt was painful.\nHe just wanted to hurt and claw and bring Luke back where he belongs…He wanted Luke. He wanted his clan…safe with him, away from all the darkness there was in the galaxy and just his and his alone.\nDin pressed the palms of his hands against his eyes, feeling his shadows wrap against him, and screamed.\n-o-\nHis eyes snapped open.\nAnd, instantly, Luke knew he was not where he was supposed to be.\n“Ah…” He blinked, vision a little blurry, as he stared up at a beautiful blue sky with long, green stalks of grass tickling his face. “Uh…”\nSlowly, he picked himself up and looked around. “Uh…huh?”\nHis stare went to his hands and then touched his side. It wasn’t tender. He wasn’t exhausted. He wasn’t bleeding. He wasn’t…\n“Oh…” He was in an outfit similar to the day he lost everything on Tatooine. Soft white robes, no cloak, but still with his black boots, of course he would never hear the end of them, and belt. This was not what he had on when he closed his eyes just seconds ago, with Din’s heartbroken face hovering against him.\n“Din…?” He looked around. It was an open field of gold and greens, beautiful lakes and soft winds. It was stunning and filled with a gentle quietness and yet, Luke swore, he could hear comforting whispers all around him. Beautiful and calm and peaceful. “Oh…shit.”\n“Not quite Jedi language there.”\nLuke spun around and eyes widened at the smiling bearded man. “Wha…”\n“Ah,” He looked down. “I go back and forth between how you saw me and my younger self here.” The man gleamed slightly and, for a moment, Luke saw a kind face with a white beard before it went back to the handsome man.\n“Hello Luke.” He smiled.\n“Ben!” Luke greeted happily and rushed to hm. “What…what are you…” He looked him up and down. “Tatooine was horrible to you if this is what you looked like before.”\nObi-Wan laughed, “You\nare\na flirt. You must take that after me.”\n“Or I am just saying the truth about that forsaken rock of sand.” He held his mentor’s arms and squeezed in disbelief, “You’re real.”\n“From a certain point of view.”\nLuke managed a laugh, “That has to be one of my least favorite sayings.”\nObi-Wan smiled, “Still the truth though. Have you figured out where you are?”\nLuke looked around and let out a small wince, “Am I dead?”\n“No.” His mentor shook his head. “No worries. You’re not dead yet.”\n“Yet?” Luke’s nose scrunched up. “Well, that’s foreboding.”\n“You’re in a bit of an in-between.” The Jedi explained as they looked around. “A safe place for you as you either heal or decide to take the next step into the Force.”\n“I have a choice?”\n“Perhaps. You’re the only one who will really know that.” He turned away, “Come along and let’s take a walk. I think we have a lot to discuss.”\n“I suppose so…” Luke followed after him, looking around. There were mountains all around them, dipping into a deep valley of fields and forests and lakes…no oceans? From what he could see the water looked massive and clear.\n“This is mostly you.” Obi-Wan explained before the question was asked. “A bit of your core, as you like to explain it. You won’t see a speck of desert here.” He smiled at him. “Your space.”\n“Huh.” The mountains and some of the forest-trees were snow capped but it felt comfortable, cool, but not cold. His perfect temperature. “So…I’m not dead but I take it I’m not really alive either.”\n“Close.”\n“I remember…it was rather bad. I mean, I was, from before. My injuries and…all of that.”\n“Hmm, yes.” He stroked his beard. “Stopping and moving something that size was not something you were ready to do without intense consequences. Case and point, you being here.”\n“I had to. It was going to destroy a city.”\n“I will not argue with you there. There was little other option. Still does not negate the fact that it just might have killed you.”\n“Yet to be determined.”\n“Perhaps.”\nLuke rolled his eyes. Of course, even on the verge of death the Jedi would not give him any clear answers. “So, what exactly do we do here?”\n“For now we’ll just have a chat.”\n“And walk.” He noticed as they meandered along without any apparent destination. Luke let his hand fall and the tall grass and flowers touched over his fingers. It tickled. “Can I know…I mean, do you know…how is…how…”\n“Din?” Obi-Wan guessed.\nLuke nodded.\n“Distraught. The New republic took you back to Coruscant due to your separation. He has no idea of your condition.”\n“Well, I have no idea of my own condition.” Luke muttered. “But…I mean…he doesn’t know that…I’m not dead?”\n“No.” Obi-Wan shook his head. “It has been difficult for him.”\n“Well…he’ll find out soon? I mean--”\n“It’s been months.”\nLuke paused and blinked, unsure what he just said. “Bwha?”\n“Months.” Obi-Wan confirmed with a chuckle, “Time works differently here, Luke. It’s been over three months since you collapsed.”\nLuke stumbled in shock, “W-What?”\nObi-Wan just tilted a brow to confirm.\n“Wha…Force, I wanted to sleep for three weeks…not three months.”\n“Careful what you wish for.” Obi-Wan teased.\n“But three fucking\nmonths\n?” He then winced, “Sorry?”\n“You’ve always had a mouth on you. Didn’t think that would change with all your training.” Obi-Wan ruffled up his hair. “It fits for a Mandalorian life-style.”\nLuke rubbed his face, “I dunno…I mean…” He frowned. “I can remember a bit of what happened…Din…he still wants me?”\n“Yes. Though he doesn’t think he has you any more…with the months…with what he said…” He sighed. “He just knows you are lost to him.”\n“Lost to him…?” Luke’s eyes narrowed. “What do you mean by that?”\n“You technically died in his arms, Luke, a few days after he rejected you. He sees the whole thing as his fault. And, the New Republic took you to heal you but also to marry you off to someone else.”\nYeah…that was not going to happen. Luke was done with political marriages, thanks.\n“So…Din doesn’t think I’ll ever come back to him?”\n“No. And at the same time he is refusing to bury you or let you go. Attachment.”\n“To the Attachment.” Luke agreed and sighed. “I noticed it.”\n“I am glad he has the child with him. He would not have made it without him.”\nLuke frowned and turned to look at him, “What does that mean?”\n“He’s lost a lot, Luke. A lot.” Obi-Wan warned. “He is a good man, better than many, but he has lost too much. Seeing you in his arms, the heavy feeling of guilt, this inability to let go…it is darkness. He faces many nights filled with hateful desire to call for war, to call for control and rule…”\n“Rule…war?” Luke shook his head. “No, no way. Din is not like that.”\n“Neither was your father.” Obi-Wan reminded gently. “For many years. He just wanted to be with Padmé and make everyone proud. It became twisted.”\n“Because of Palpatine.”\n“And his own choices and darkness. Your father was a victim, Luke, I will never argue again that. But he had this darkness in him and he made a choice. He knew what he did was wrong and still went forward with it.” Obi-Wan looked up at the sky. “Your husband is dealing with something similar…he wants to hurt others in hopes he can be released of some of the agony himself.”\nLuke stopped in front of him, “But war and…what the hell do you mean rule?”\n“He wants an empire.”\nLuke staggered back, blinking, “An…\nempire\n? Like…like what we just defeated? He wouldn’t. The Empire hurt him. He suffered from them and their rule.”\n“Villains start out as hero in their own story.” Obi-wan sighed. “Leading the Mandalorians to follow the footsteps of their ancestors and try to conquer the galaxy is something he is getting pulled towards. Probably in your name.”\n“\nNo\n.”\n“He’s fighting it, the best he can, remembering what you told him…but he is struggling. There is so much in him. He’s suffering.”\nHe bit his lip, “I want to help him. He doesn’t deserve that…he’s been through too much…what can I do?”\n“Nothing much while you are here.”\n“Then I want to go back.”\n“Do you?”\n“Yes.” Luke nodded firmly. “I will not leave him alone.”\n“No?”\n“I love him.” He said in complete seriousness. “He and Grogu have become my world. I love them both and want to be with them.”\n“Even though he hurt you?”\n“He was an idiot. He was panicked. I get it. And I get it was a mistake and one he is upset for. I can’t say I can forget it as easily as I can forgive…but I want to try with him. I won’t leave him in this darkness.”\n“You don’t have to support everyone in their darkness.”\n“It won’t be everyone. It’ll be for Din.”\n“It will be hard. Just as you can’t forget neither will he. He’s already stared on the path…”\n“And I’ll walk with him until he’s ready to turn back.” Luke straightened his back. “I’ll do better this time.”\n“You did well before. You just need to be a little firmer.” He smiled. “Just talk and stop fearing yourself.”\n“As everyone has said.” Luke grumbled, feeling as if he was constantly getting scolded. “But yeah, I’ll talk with him better.” He stared out at the beautiful view and wished Din and Grogu could be there with him to see it…of course given he wasn’t alive that thought had an uncomfortable tinge to it. Maybe he could find a place like this and show them. Had either of them seen a planet like this and enjoyed it without running for their life? His lips twitched and wondered if Din even knew what a vacation was…truth be told Luke didn’t either.\n“Do you know where I am? I mean, my body? I assume Coruscant…I can get up and be back on Mandalore in a few hours.”\nObi-Wan stroked his beard, “Not on Coruscant. Your sister saw to that.”\n“Oh?”\n“She stepped down quickly to avoid changing her mind but she knew she moved too quickly.”\n“She worried about that since there was this fiasco happening….but there would be another one happening soon enough. I urged her to do it.” His lips twitched. “I think she did it partly out of spite to Din…she can get petty when she puts her mind to it.”\nObi-Wan laughed to himself, “She got that from Anakin. There was no other Jedi I knew that was as petty or spiteful.”\nLuke gave a small smile, “Where I am then? What happened?”\n“Naboo. Leia might have stepped down in the middle of a mess but she didn’t do so without being prepared.” Obi-Wan explained. “She has a lot of friends. A lot of loyal followers. After the Senate’s actions she basically blackmailed them into releasing you to her care. She is your next of kin and they can’t quite overlap that without it looking very bad for them.”\n“She is very good at getting things her way.” He looked interested. “Naboo, huh?”\n“You have yet to see your mother’s home.”\n“I haven’t.”\nObi-Wan just smiled. “I think you will like it. It is a beautiful planet.”\n“So I’ve heard.” He held his hands behind his back and continued to walk and he stewed over the words. He was almost dead, his body was on Naboo, his sister had left the Senate and probably left them with a massive middle finger, and Din was… “I guess Mandalore is free now?”\n“Yes. What Ken did was enough to earn Mandalore their freedom.” Obi-Wan looked to the younger man. “Leia ensured what you recorded was shown live throughout the galaxy.”\n“Ah…I see how she was able to get things her way.”\n“It is a massive political mess.”\n“And she left it.”\nObi-Wan nodded. “They pushed her too far.”\n“Is…I mean,” he tried to find his words but then just sighed and gave up, “And you know she is going to keep away?”\n“I think if you return you can ask her yourself.” He chuckled and fluffed up Luke’s hair again, “Your sister is spiteful but not cruel. This was good for the Senate. Things are being looked over in detail. The people are speaking up, loudly, on the actions and many things are being discussed…it seems they are going to remove the Senate from Coruscant.”\n“They are?”\n“Mhm, it’s being discussed. Every five years they will be at a new planet. It will be a way to ensure there is more inclusion and, they hope, less corruption this way.” He waved a hand, “Of course there is a lot more details to the whole thing and it is still in the works but it is progressing well.”\n“But Mandalore is not involved.”\n“No. They have kept to themselves over the past months. It is earning a lot of concern but no one has made any declaration to check in on them or try anything against the planet. Your husband scared many off.”\n“He’s good at that.” He attempted a smile but it fell flat. “I still can’t believe what he is considering.”\n“Why is it so hard to believe?” Obi-Wan asked. “You are aware of the Dark side better than most and you are close to this man, more so than most anyone else in his life. You know him…you know his layers. You may have only focused on his goodness but you were aware of everything else.”\n“I guess…I mean, yeah.” He scrubbed his face. “Yeah, I know. I know…He has gone through so much and he has handled it better than most. He is incredible.” His lips wobbled slightly. “He is just…he just seems so strong. Almost untouchable.”\n“But he’s not.”\n“No. He’s not. He’s…far more sensitive than he lets on. More gentle and kind. He wants to hide it from everyone because he is terrified people will take advantage of it and hurt him.” He stared out at the beautiful nature around him and wished that Din and Grogu were there with him. “But he is kind, Ben. Incredibly giving and kind.”\n“You probably wouldn’t have been in love with him if he wasn’t.”\nLuke smiled, “But I do know how much he hurts. He’s burdened with a lot.” His smile trembled. “I just…want him to find happiness and peace. With or without me. I just want him to be happy.”\n“You sound like a Jedi.” Obi-wan smiled, sounding proud.\n“Is this something I can help him out with?” Luke asked, worried.\n“You can do most anything, Luke.”\nLuke shrugged weakly.\n“Just do your best. That is all you can do. All anyone can do.”\nThey approached a cliff-face that overlooked the beautiful ocean. Luke wasn’t even sure if the cliff existed a few moments ago or not. He still was unsure how this in-between core-thing worked. He could feel a spray of the water and smell the salty air. There was even some crunch of snow under his feet from the altitude they were at but Luke still felt comfortable. Was it arrogant to think it was gorgeous when it was, supposedly, a part of him?\n“So now what?” Luke asked, staring out at the horizon.\n“Now?” Obi-Wan asked, his voice different. Luke took a glance and he was now older, when he took Luke into space and started his journey. “Now we wait.”\n“For what?”\nObi-Wan just shrugged with a smile, “What do you think?”\n“My decision?” Luke guessed.\nIt was just another shrug as an answer.\nLuke looked up and around, “Haven’t I already made my decision?”\nHe already knew what Obi-Wan was going to say, “Have you?”\nThe blonde sighed, “I want to help him.”\n“And that means you want to go back?”\n“Yes.”\n“Yet you’re holding on to here,” he motioned around, “slightly, at least.”\n“Slightly.” Luke agreed. “I can say I almost feel peace here. It is a nice feeling.” He crossed his arms over his chest, looking out into the sea. “I haven’t felt like this before.”\n“You’re close with the Force.”\nLuke’s fingers tapped on his arm, “I have been told that a few times now.”\n“Because of that this gives you a sense of home. You’re returning to a part of yourself.” He continued. “You accepted that your are one with the Force and the Force is with you.”\nFor a moment Luke didn’t respond before he turned to Obi-Wan, “Still…only slightly.”\nHis mentor laughed, “Only slightly.”\n“I can’t say I’ll be able to let go of my anger on what he did but I do want to try and I didn’t lie when I said I forgave him. I don’t want him to suffer alone. I want to help him.” He said with a smile. “I want to go back. I do.”\nThat sage-like smile went on his face, “It’ll probably be difficult.”\n“When isn’t it?” Luke quipped back.\n“True.” With a hand on his back, Obi-Wan led him to the edge. “If you’re ready.”\n“I am.” He then frowned, “Wait, don’t tell me--”\n“I’ll see you later, Luke.” Obi-Wan just smiled and then shoved Luke off the cliff.\n“F-Fucking Jed--” His back hit the water, painfully, his mouth opened in a yelp of pain and the liquid filled his lungs. He tied to claw for the surface, his throat filled, and his body was out of his control. His vision spun full of dark bubbles before there was a blinding light and blurred images.\n“He’s awake!” He could make out, just barely.\nHe was hoisted up, water sloshing around, and he gagged as something was pulled from his mouth. He wheezed and coughed. He tasted something terrible in his throat and mouth. Hands were over him. Voices were all around.\n“Luke!”\nLuke groaned, unable to see.\n“Luke, you’re ok.” A soft hand went to his forehead. “You’re ok.”\n“Leia.” He gasped.\n“Just rest…you’re ok. We have you.” She said. “We have you.”\nLuke wanted to talk, he was desperate to ask for more, to call for Ben, to call for Din, but all he could do was allow darkness to completely overtake him.\n-o-\n“Six months.” Paz muttered, worry lacing his voice. “I don’t know how much longer he can handle it.”\nBo-Katan frowned, “His ruling is strong. Mandalore is better than it has been in a few hundreds of years. Our power has grown exponentially the past few months. In a few short years time we’ll be a force in the galaxy once again.”\n“He’s barely alive.” Paz said, his voice soft and hurt. “He only smiles at his son. He’s hardly eating. I know he’s not sleeping. His training is frantic…it’s like he will never be able to get it all out. He cannot continue like this.”\nBo-Katan looked over at the visiting Armorer, “We do not know what to do. None of us can reach him since Fett went back to Tatooine.”\n“The fact he is functioning at all is impressive and shows his strength as a our king.” She said, arms behind her back as she contemplated all she was told. “But, yes, he will not be able to continue as he is…we need to consider putting someone on temporary leadership.”\n“Would that be seen as a weakness?” Bo-Katan asked, cautious. “I know this is callous but we cannot have anything risk our system. The planet is finally healing.”\n“His spouse was torn from him, Kryze. We can’t keep expecting him to continue.” Paz snapped, his voice grave and harsh.\n“And others may lose their spouse and more if a proper king is not in place.” She argued back. “I am not denying he is hurting but we have to understand we are not talking about a simple man. What happens to him may affect thousands.”\n“Which is why he needs a break.” Paz snapped. “We’re losing him…the whole planet is losing him. We’ve functioned because his want has benefited us. But the angrier he gets and the less sleep he has is changing him. What will we have as a ruler if he continues like this?\n“One who may just lead us to a better, healthier warrior society. We could be how we were before the Jedi-war.”\n“He’s trying to avoid thinking about Luke and it is killing him!” Paz snarled. “If he continues like this, with your own angry whispers guiding him, we may be looking at a war before we’re ready for one.”\n“We’d be ready.” Bo-Katan scoffed. “And I am not whispering any misdeeds to him. We barely talk. We weren’t friends before this happened so you can be sure he does not come to me about most anything.”\n“He’s lost too much.” Paz continued, glaring from behind his mask. “He won’t be able to handle it much longer. He’s…there are times he seems insane. Like any moment he’ll snap and kill the nearest person to him. It’s hard to approach him as it always feels too dangerous to do so.”\n“Not horrible for a king.” Bo-Katan noted, as if her point was proven.\n“For Djarin it is.” He looked over to the newest member. “As you can see we don’t know what to do.”\n“Our Mand’alor is going through one of the most painful experiences imaginable to our kind. Any loss of Clan is something to morn…but a child or spouse is something different.” The Armorer agreed. “We need to give him some time. Even a king cannot be expected to rise instantly from such a hit.”\n“They’re never the same.” Paz muttered. “When someone loses like this…”\n“No.” She nodded. “But hopefully by taking the responsibility away from him, we can give him some time to heal and regroup so that he may at least still rule. The people will understand.”\n“It’s still a risk.” Bo-Katan warned.\n“All we can do is offer the possibility. Djarin never wanted this role…maybe he will take this chance to learn to mourn and breathe.” The Armorer looked to them both. “Please take me to him.”\nDin was in his conference room, his eyes glaring down over the table with the holographic image of numbers and ship schematics.\n“Mand’alor.” The Armorer bowed. “It has been awhile.”\n“It has.” Was all he said as a greeting.\n“I hope to offer assistances.”\n“Mhm, a beskar-smith would be useful.” He straightened his back and said, “Of course you’re not here for\nservices\n. You’re here for something else. What is it?”\n“Your people are concerned.”\n“Are they?” He sounded bored of the topic. “Hard to imagine why. Mandalore is doing well.”\n“You know they are concerned about you.”\n“And you know it is none of their fucking business. There are more things to worry about.”\n“Sir,” Paz said as he stepped forward. “We think you may need some time to rest…to…” He gulped and stood straighter when his king turned to him, his stare a clear warning.\nHis eyes were empty, haunted, and cold. “Excuse me?\n“We think it best you took some time off from ruling.” The Armorer stepped in, earning his ire.\n“Step down.”\n“No.” The Armorer shook her head. “You are still our king. But you must take some time to heal.”\n“\nHeal\n.” He repeated, tone disgusted. “There is no healing from this so what’s the point?” He turned on them. “Am I supposed to just sit and contemplate over my loss? That I might have killed my husband and may never know?”\n“Mourning is natural. It is part of the process that is important to our culture. You refuse to do it.”\n“I am in the middle of strengthening our people.” Din said. “I will not put it on hold so I can do nothing but mourn.”\n“You need--”\n“I don’t need to do anything. Watch your tone.” Din snapped and spun on the group, eyes alit with a cruel anger. “Do not forget I am your king and I will not accept disrespect.”\nTheir heads fell low in a bow.\n“We are just worried as friends.” Paz finally managed.\n“It’s not needed.” Din turned back from them to his project.\n“We’ll worry less if you head to bed for a few hours.” The Armorer continued, her voice composed. “If you need this focused on just let us know and we will take some of the burden.”\nHe made a noise of disbelief. “If you think you can help,\nplease\n,” it sounded sarcastic though none in the group was sure, “take a look.”\nThe woman coated in gold looked over the images for a moment, taking in everything before she turned to him, “You seem to be preparing for war.”\nDin tilted his head, “I am.”\n“You will call revenge on the New Republic?”\n“Tempting…it is very tempting.” His voice went uncomfortably soft but eager. He wanted it, it was clear to the group that he wanted it like a hunger. “But no. I’m just being prepared. They’re nothing but fools who don’t know their place. They’ll probably try something again. I want to be prepared.” His fingers clenched over his arms as he went back to glaring at the numbers. “I have to be better prepared.”\n“You’ll be better prepared if you get some sleep.” The Armorer pressed again.\nThe king refused to say anything back.\n“Your child would do well with it.” Bo-Katan finally said, stepping forward. “Dune and Koska are struggling to get him to rest without you. Both of you would benefit if you take a break, Djarin.”\nHe glared at her but she did not stop.\n“Get some sleep so I don’t have to drag your ass if you pass out.” She sneered. “It wouldn’t be very becoming of someone of your stature.”\nHe huffed in frustration.\n“Do you want me to pull a Fett and beat your ass?”\n“Good luck.” He stared her down but she just continued to look unimpressed.\n“Don’t tempt me, Djarin. You know I’m always up for a fight.” She tilted her head, daring him. “Go to sleep before you lose your mind completely and you cut your own throat.”\nThe air changed and Din’s look became dark, “You’re pushing your luck, Kryze.”\n“And you’re pushing yourself.” She hummed back. “I am here for the people, dumbass. If I am stepping forward saying this it means you have gone too far. Otherwise I am happy to let you run yourself to unconsciousness.”\nHe glared and pulled back, “Fine. If it will get you to leave me alone to work.”\n“I’ll be more than happy to leave you alone with it. Go get the kid and fucking sleep.”\nHe just sneered and turned around, ignoring the rest, “By the way.” He stopped at the entrance to glare back at them all, the light highlighting his silhouette and gave him an unholy appearance. “I will not leave my son alone. You do not have to worry about me killing myself like a coward.”\nAnd then he left.\nThe three released a heavy sigh afterwards.\n“He\nis\nstruggling.” The Armorer agreed.\n“And that was him in a good mood.” Paz grumbled.\nShe sighed and looked back where her friend had left, “I will need to reach out to some connections...I’ll see if I can find some a way for us to fix this.”\n“Please.” Paz begged. “Seeing him like this…it’s wrong.”\n“Yes,” she nodded, her heart hurting for the once quiet and kind man who kept his head down and sacrificed so much for others. She hoped that she would see that same man again…part of her worried he was buried along with his lost husband.\n-o-\nDin sat on his bed, head in his hands, as he his son slept behind him as peaceful as he could be. Bo-Katan was right in that it seemed Grogu slept better when Din was near.\nToo bad it just didn’t work for him.\nHe just couldn’t sleep. Every night he was haunted.\nHe had nightmares.\nSometimes it was of Luke, held up only by Din’s grip, hovering above endless death, usually fire…the thing Luke said Din was most like, pleading to him. Din would hold on as tight as he could but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t pull the man up. Soon, without any control, he would simply let go of the other and he would have to watch as Luke stared at him with open betrayal as he fell.\nOther times it was Luke, blood coming out of him like before, staring at him with open hatred and so much pain.\n“You did this…Din, you did this to me. Why? Why did you leave me like this?”\nSome nightmares Luke held onto Grogu as they both walked away, leaving Din alone as he deserved. Or someone else, someone better, came and Luke wanted him over Din.\nMost times, however, it was just him standing over Luke’s cold body, blue eyes glazed, and heart no longer thumping. He just had to watch as he disappeared into stardust, gone and never coming back…dead.\nDead, dead, dead\n, something loved to gleefully cackle\nHe’d always wake up about to be sick. Normally nothing came up…there wasn’t much in him most days. The idea of food soured his stomach. He would usually just give up on handling either sleep or food and go train. Din would trace over the steps Luke taught him before, trying to mimic the fluid movements and speed. Swinging his spear or saber, often times adding weight, to get stronger and pour more sweat…he would always end up screaming as he killed his invisible appointment. Of course, it wasn’t real. When he looked down, wishing to see their broken and bloody body, he only found disturbed dirt with droplets of his sweat.\nAnd nothing was released…in fact he normally felt angrier.\nHe hated it. He hated most everything.\nGrowling, his fingers pressed against his scalp, another spike of fury rushing through him. His mind spun and he could feel more of himself crack and shatter and he wanted, desperately wanted, to call an order to go and take the Senate to their knees, make them beg for mercy, and gleefully tell them no…or maybe make them choose, like they made him choose for Luke before they stole him.\nThey stole him, they stole him, they stole him…he was mine and they stole him…they took him from me…they fucking stole my Luke…\nHe gritted his teeth. His head was pounding.\n“Pato…”\nDin’s head snapped up and he looked over to see Grogu grasping at his side, looking at him with watery eyes. He smiled softly at him, “Hey, kid, sorry…did I wake you?”\n“Bur.” He hiccupped and reached his hands up, grasping for attention.\nDin picked him up, patting his back gently. “A bad dream, kid?”\nGrogu sniffled.\n“Yeah…yeah,” He rocked the child, pressing his cheek against the top of Grogu’s head. “I get it…I feel like I’m living in a bad dream.”\n“Mah…Lu?”\nDin gave him another tender smile. “Here.” He moved and laid back on the bed and placed his son on his chest. “It’s not…it’s not Luke…but maybe it’ll help?”\n“Brr.” He snuggled in close to his father’s chest, listening to his heartbeat.\n“Try to sleep, buddy. You need to rest, ok?” Din continued to pat on his back.\n“Brr,” He yawned but picked his head up and pointed to Din’s face. “Ba!”\nHe chuckled, “Ok, I’ll close my eyes.”\n“Ba.” Grogu nodded and then put his head back down.\nDin smiled and did as his son instructed, closing his eyes, and concentrated on continuing to pat Grogu’s back, humming softly. Maybe if he tried hard enough he could picture a warm body next to his own, a slightly smaller hand giving a pet to Grogu before it reached up and stroked above Din’s brow. “You need sleep, love.” Luke would say, lulling Din to soft darkness. “Just sleep, sweetheart. I’ll be here when you wake up.”\n“Luke…” He sighed. “Luke…”\n“Hmm…that is a rather love-struck tone.”\nDin’s eyes flew open and he turned around. He was standing in a large, circular room with windows all around and chairs following the walls. It looked like a meeting room, something meant for council. He could tell they were high in a tower with speeders buzzing around. Peeking out he balked when he saw he was in Coruscant. “What the fuck?”\n“I wasn’t sure where we should meet. This seemed professional enough.” The voice hummed out, now behind him.\nLooking back he blinked at the sight of a tall, handsome man with long brown hair, a scared eye, and a playful smirk on his face. He was dressed in black robes, arms crossed before his chest, and a saber on his hip.\n“Jedi…” Din’s eyes narrowed.\n“Yes.” He shrugged. “Jedi.”\n“Any other name I should call you?” His fingers went to his own hips and cursed when he did not feel any weapon.\n“Oh, you already know my name.”\n“Do I?”\n“Skywalker.” He tilted his head, brow rising.\n“Sky…what? That’s Luke’s--”\n“And my last name. He got it from me after all.”\n“You…no…you’re…”\n“Anakin Skywalker.” He sized Din up. “I’m your father-in-law.”\nDin tried to tackle him, to put his hands over the neck and squeeze. He couldn’t, to no surprise really, as the handsome man froze him in place.\n“You’ll just phase through me.” Anakin warned. “This is a dream, you know?”\n“You should fucking stay buried.”\n“Actually, I was burned.” The man hummed nonchalantly. “Jedi thing.”\nDin snarled, “Get lost. I do not want to speak with the man that did that to his own son.”\n“Fair.” Anakin moved his hand and Din fell to the ground, hitting it with a loud\noomph!\n“I am very aware on how you feel about me.”\n“Then get lost.”\n“No.” Anakin started to walk around. “I was called here and I think we need to have a little talk.”\n“No one called for you.” Din hissed.\n“Your son did.”\n“Don’t you fucking da--”\n“I know. I cannot say sorry enough…and I know you would never forgive me so no point in starting that. But,” he pressed his back against the wall, “he called for someone, opened himself to become a sort of conductor, so someone could speak to you. He’s worried.”\nDin hid his flinch of guilt, “I’m not speaking to you.”\nAnakin shrugged, “Works for me. While you’re hear it means you’re sleeping. You need that. So, we’ll just wait.” There was a smug smile on his face and Din desperately wanted to punch him. “Yeah, I get that a lot…that same expression you have. I had a nice list of people who wanted to break my jaw growing up here…it was a talent.”\n“Fucking bastard.”\n“Yeah, no father for me. Good guess.”\nDin could feel his eye twitching and his fingers tensing in desperation to strangle the man. “There is no way you’re Luke’s father.”\n“He got most of his personality from his mother.” Anakin confessed. “Unfortunately for his sister…she is more like me. She would hate to know that so best not to tell her.”\n“You cut off his hand. You made him suffer so much…and you decided to visit\nme\n? Why?”\n“He and I have talked a few times since my passing. We have, somehow, managed to work past all of that. Luke…he’s a good kid. He’s great actually.” He sighed, “I’m here to talk to you\nabout\nhim.”\n“I don’t want to hear anything from you. I want to wake up and…fuck,” He twitched in disgust at the thought of staying around this monster any longer. “I hate that I can’t kill you.”\n“Yeah, many others feel the same.” He just shrugged again.\n“Go the fuck away.”\n“He’s alive.”\nDin stopped.\n“He’s doing…ok.” Anakin continued. “He’s still on the weak side.”\n“That…that’s good.” To know Luke was alive was very good. But knowing he hadn’t returned or made contact burned his heart…but he deserved it. It made sense. Of course Luke wouldn’t want to talk to him after what Din put him through. “He’s…he’s alive…so that’s…that’s good.”\n“He was in the tank for three months.” Anakin explained. “He has been under some heavy medication for a few weeks after. He had to do some physical therapy for a bit and only just recently started to get his strength back. He did not abandon you.”\n“He should.” Din said, his voice broken. “He suffered like that because of me. I failed him as a husband and king and he was hurt because of it.”\n“My son does not see it that way.”\n“Of course he doesn’t.” Din laughed out with bitter humor. “Of course not…he’s a dumbass. He’s so fucking stupid…he…he can’t hold a grudge.”\n“You need to see him.”\n“I need to stay away from him. I brought him so much pain. If he is alive and safe than that’s all that matters.” And it was all that mattered, even though he wanted to see the man. He just wanted to see Luke again. “If he has not made contact then I need to respect that.”\n“He couldn’t make contact. Leia could’ve but…well,” He gave a sheepish smile, “She gets that from me as well. She is still rather pissed off at you and feels she needs to protect her brother until he is well enough to face you on his own.”\n“Like I am going to, what, duel him to the death or something?”\n“She thinks if Luke isn’t healed he may not have a clear enough head or focus and you may, unintentionally,” he highlighted, trying to stress the point, “take advantage of that to get his forgiveness. Though you already have it.”\n“He should have never forgiven me…he should not take me back. The General is right that I should not be around him. He’s too…” Wonderful, giving, gentle, honest, “he just shouldn’t. “\n“He forgave me.” Anakin stressed. “\nMe\n. Because my son is practically pure light. Because he wanted to. We have worked things out. I did terrible things to the galaxy and to my own children…and we have managed because of Luke. You can fix this with him if you allow yourself. You just have to accept his forgiveness.”\n“I’ll never forgive myself.”\n“Fine. Don’t. But let him forgive you. And allow yourself to love him.”\nDin scrubbed his face and shook his head. Hearing this from this man was wrong and made him sick. But Luke was alive…Luke was alive.\n“Please,” Anakin begged. “He deserves happiness…and you and your son are that happiness for him.”\n“He deserves better.”\n“He wants you.” Anakin pressed on. “I don’t believe there is a soul out there that deserves my children…but you’re close enough. You can make him happy. You just need to let go of this hate and allow yourself to trust.”\n“I can never trust myself with someone as good as Luke. Look at what I did to him.”\n“Then learn from it.” Anakin snapped, approaching him and pulling at his shoulder. “Learn from it and become a fucking better person like the rest of the galaxy does. Just don’t hurt Luke, again, because of self-hate. At least talk to him.”\nDin released a frustrated and angry noise as he pulled away, “Don’t touch me.”\n“Then don’t be a moron.” He went back to crossing his arms over his chest, staring down Din with piercing eyes. There was something dangerous, something powerful, behind the gaze. Din hated admitting how much it reminded him of his husband. “You’re dipping close to the Dark side.” Anakin warned. “I understand that pull.”\n“I’m not a Jedi.”\n“That doesn’t matter.” The man scoffed. “You’re becoming consumed with your anger and fear.”\n“I feel…like I’m losing my mind.”\n“That can happen to. It…it is not a pleasant feeling.” He admitted.\n“Luke says you were once good…how…how did you become that\nthing\n? How did you believe killing children was for the best?”\nAnakin sighed, “I never thought it for the best...only that it was necessary. I kept having visions…” He looked over and when Din followed his gaze he saw an ethereal image of a beautiful brunette woman, her stomach heavy with pregnancy, and her face positively glowing in happiness as she touched over it. “Of course I later found out that they were implanted in my head…but I saw her and my children…I saw them die. Most every night for months. I was promised a way to save them. I was selfish and desperate and took that promise if I sold my soul.”\nThe woman laughed, her voice like a melody, “I’m thinking…what about Leia if it’s a girl?”\n“Leia?” Din heard an echo of Anakin’s voice, as if he were outside the screen. “Leia…huh…I like that. It sounds regal. What about if it’s a boy?”\n“I like it starting with L too,” She confessed and went back to rubbing her belly. “Lance?”\n“Meh.”\n“Ani, come on.” She gave him a humored grin. “I’ve heard of the name Lando before.”\n“Nah.”\nShe rolled her eyes, “If you don’t help I’ll name him Obi-Wan just to spite you.”\n“Oh hell no. Ok, ok, let me think…an L, huh…”\nDin swallowed thickly, he could feel tears prickling at the corner of his eyes as he stared upon the women, “Luke.”\n“How about Luke?”\n“Luke?” She looked down at herself, tilting her head in thought, “Yes…Luke or Leia…yes, I like that.”\nShe vanished and he heard Anakin sigh, miserable, “I was ready to do anything to keep her and my child safe. I thought I was doing it for them…I was just doing it for myself.”\n“For your family.” Din turned to face him. “You were actually prepared to destroy a galaxy for your family.”\n“I did destroy a galaxy for a family…that I lost. Padmé died in childbirth and I was told the baby did as well. I lost them all so…I just allowed the insanity to take me. It was easier that way. Better. I could just enjoy hurting others because I truly believed my humanity died with them.” He gave Din an unblinking stare, “What would you do for your son? For Luke? How far do you think you could go for them?”\n“I…” He wanted to say not this. Not like Anakin did.\nWith a sick lump in his stomach he knew that would be a lie.\nDin didn’t answer but Anakin understood and nodded. “It’s hard. Tell me, Djarin, tell me what you feel for my son. Tell me what you see when you look at him. What you would do to have him back?”\n“I adore him.” Din gasped out. “He and my son are the best things that have ever happened to me. He is pure light. He blinds me. I would…I would do most anything to get him back.”\n“Including a conversation on forgiveness?”\n“Yes…” He muttered out pitifully.\n“Trust me, talking about it is a lot easier than starting an empire and getting lost in your hate.” He managed another smirk. “No matter how tempting the latter sounds…don’t get any further into ruling. It’s a chore.”\n“Fucking bastard.”\n“Yes, still never had a father. Thanks for reminding me.” He nodded to him, “Now, go tell my son. Tell him everything and let him love you.” Anakin stopped and tilted his head then smiled, “Ah, there we go…time to wake up now.”\n“Wha—“ Something hard slammed into him and it felt as if he was falling thousands of stories, getting closer and closer to the ground before, “at?!”\nHe coughed as he lurched up from his bed, his body soaked in sweat. Flopping back, he blinked up at the ceiling a bit unsure on what the hell happened. “Wha…what?” His heart was pounding against his chest and his fingers were shaking. “Uh…”\nLooking down he looked down and saw his son looking up at him with groggy eyes, “Meh?”\n“Grogu…did…you…” He picked himself up to cradle the child, checking him over to ensure he was fine. “Did you exert yourself? Are you ok?”\n“Mwa.” He yawned and snuggled back against his father’s chest and drifted off to sleep.\n“Kid…” Din cupped the child’s face, panicked until he felt the calm pulse and gentle breathing. Grogu was just asleep. “Gods…I don’t need any more of this fucking drama.”\nHe scrubbed his face, exhausted despite, apparently, being asleep for at least a few hours. “Dank farrik…”\nThere was a knock on the door. It was…mildly frantic.\n“Come in.” He ordered, still attempting to get his heart under control and try to erase the terribly awkward dream from the back of his mind. He refused to believe he just had a conversation with Darth Vader…that didn’t happen. That couldn’t have happened.\nGods, he was actually going insane.\n“Din,” Cara rushed in.\n“Dune?”\n“Din,” Cara pressed. “It’s General Organa. She wants you on Naboo as soon as possible.”\n\nRequirements for the writing prompt you produce:\n- It should be a standalone assignment-style instruction (e.g., “Write a short story about…”).\n- It must be satisfiable using only what appears in the chapter (no external canon required).\n- Calibrate the prompt’s scope (length, POV/tense, tone, genre) to match the chapter so the chapter reads like a correct/ideal answer.\n- If the chapter’s content implies sensitive themes, include a brief, neutral content note in the prompt.\n- Avoid naming specific characters or franchises; use generic roles (e.g., “a queen and her sworn protector”).\n- Keep it concise (one or two sentences), actionable, and classroom-ready.\n\nOutput your question within <begin> and <end> tags.\n\nGuidance:\n- Match the chapter’s core elements (e.g., f/f romance, rivalry-to-allies, slow burn, post-battle comfort, political intrigue).\n- Mirror its narrative stance (e.g., third-person limited past tense), and approximate its length (e.g., “800–1500 words”).\n- If the chapter centers a scene type, make that explicit (e.g., “a reunion scene after a long separation” or “an argument that turns into confession”).",
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"content": "You are given a chapter. Your job is to craft ONE WRITING PROMPT such that the provided chapter could plausibly serve as a strong example response to that prompt.\n\nCHAPTER:\nChapter Text\nWhen Aerith logged into Terra Online, waking up in her Luxury Camping Tent, she half expected to be the first one in OVERKILL online. She wasn't. For a moment she lay there, on the tent's rather comfortable bedroll, eying the party list at the left side of her vision. Everyone else was offline, except for Rainstorm. And judging by the looks of his HP, which was missing about quarter, fighting somewhere. Opening a map, she saw his dot about four miles off to the north, more or less stationary.\n\"Party chat,\" she said and then cleared her throat. \"Good evening, guild master!\" she said cheerfully. \"Are you about to die?\"\n\"Hiya there, Flower! And, psh, no. I'm fighting effin flower pots, this is nothing,\" she heard his voice as if he just there, right beside her. \"Gimme a moment to finish here, and me and Vincent will come over there.\"\n\"That's okay, I'll come meet you – you don't have a mount, right? So I'll cover the ground quicker,\" she answered while glancing to her right. There, the private message icon was flashing. 426 new massages. How wonderful. \"Just give me a moment,\" she said, opening the message screen.\nMost of the messages were from Overseer members, but not all of them. There were a lot of messages from people she had never heard from before. Curious, she opened a message from person named Addeath, titled OVERKILL.\n[To: Flower]\n[From: Addeath]\n[Subject: OVERKILL]\n[Hey, can ya put a word in for me to Rainstorm? I've send him a million messages but he never answers. Anyway, I wanna be in his guild. Let him know?]\n\"The hell,\" Aerith murmured.\n\"What was that?\" Rainstorm asked.\n\"I got a private message from somebody who wants to be in OVERKILL. Have you been reading your messages?\"\n\"Ah, that. I get a lot of hate mail and spam so I just have them turned off – I only get messages from people I'm friends with,\" Rainstorm said flippantly. \"Do you know them? The one who wants to be in the guild?\"\n\"No, I've never heard of them,\" Aerith admitted, scrolling through her messages. \"I got a lot of similar messages, and uh…\" a lot of hate mail too, once she was at the third page, going backwards in the timeline. She hadn't bothered to check her messages the previous night but now… well. There were a lot of people out there, unhappy about the whole Elder Tree thing.\nShe cleared her throat. \"Yeah, there are a lot of people asking about OVERKILL but I don't know them. And uh, a lot of them don't look too pleasant,\" she added, reading one of the messages. The person who wrote it said that they'd be absolutely perfect for a murder guild like OVERKILL, telling her their murder count was almost a thousand. \"Uh, Rainstorm?\"\n\"Yeah?\"\n\"Are we a murder guild?\"\n\"I don't think so,\" Rainstorm said slowly. \"Although… actually we might be more of a massacre guild now that I think about it. If we go by our track record, anyway. It kinda speaks for itself. Anyway, just ignore the people, delete the messages, whatever. I'm not inviting anyone in, no one I don't know anyway.\"\n\"Alright,\" Aerith murmured and selected all the messages and deleted them, checking a couple from the Overseers to get the gist of it – which was\noh you horrible girl get back here and go to your room, you're grounded for life, yadda yadda\n. She deleted them too, thinking back to what Tseng had said, about the guild bounty on Rainstorm's head.\n\"Does it bother you?\" Rainstorm asked.\n\"What does?\"\n\"The whole massacre thing,\" he said. \"I know I joked about it, but it's kinda heavy for someone not used to it – you didn't have any murders before yesterday, did you? So. You okay?\"\nAerith considered that and then smiled. \"Are you worried?\" she asked. \"Is Rainstorm, the Rabbit of Caerbannog, That Viera Bastard, the Slaughterer and Mass Murderer, worried?\"\n\"Hey, you're in my guild. I gotta look after my guild,\" he said, grinning judging by the sound of his voice. \"The others leave the killing mostly to me, when it gets down to it, because they don't want the murders and the whole thing that bothers me. You might wanna do the same in future.\"\nAerith chuckled awkwardly, thinking about her murder count. \"I think that might be a little too late,\" she said and sat up, crawling out of her tent. \"Anyway, I'll pack my tent up and head over to you. You going to stay where you are?\"\n\"Yeah, we'll be right here for now. Give me a holler if you need anything,\" Rainstorm answered and then the connection fell silent.\nAerith smiled. Of course she had figured that Rainstorm wasn't a heartless monster or anything, and he did care at least for his older teammates – and for Vincent, who was a bit of a confusing mystery, being a\npet\nand yet no one acted like he was. But it was good to know that the care might stretch to her too. Even if jokingly. And despite that, he trusted her to cover the distance herself, didn't even offer to come and get her. That was nice too.\nQuickly Aerith packed the tent up and then summoned her Golden Chocobo, petting the bird's neck fondly before hoisting herself onto its back. Checking the map, she directed the bird's head towards Rainstorm's dot on it, and then set out.\n\"So,\" Rainstorm said, sounding a little out of breath. There was a gulping noise, and his HP jumped up a bit. \"You from East Continent? Since you're logged in this early.\"\n\"Yeah,\" Aerith answered, hesitating for a moment before adding, \"from Midgar, actually.\"\n\"Really? Me too,\" Rainstorm answered. \"The others are from the West and Princess is obviously from Wutai. So we'll have to wait a couple more hours before they log in. Red's usually the one who logs in after me and last time he logged in about three hours after me.\"\n\"So it's just you and Vincent and me until then?\" Aerith asked and smiled, sighing silently with relief. A lot of players, when they found out she was from Midgar – and who didn't already know her, as in, weren't Turks – asked to if she would like to meet them in person. There were some Terra Online meets in Midgar – a lot of them, actually – but Aerith didn't take part in them.\nRainstorm, apparently, didn't care. Probably for the best – for Rainstorm anyway. Who knew what Tseng would do if he found out who Rainstorm was in real life.\nDucking her head to avoid being brained by a low hanging tree branch, Aerith checked the map. Still a ways to go. \"So, what's up with Vincent? Or can't I ask about that?\"\n\"You can ask,\" Rainstorm answered and said nothing else for a while, the silence loaded and heavy. \"I'll tell you what I told Bigshot and Mena, though. Touch him and die.\"\n\"I wasn't about to!\" Aerith said, and she felt a little like she was supposed to laugh. But she couldn't. Because this was… this was something odd. The whole thing with Rainstorm and Vincent – she had asked the others about it the previous night but no one had really answered. It was, apparently, a\nRainstorm thing\nand thus better left in mystery.\nRainstorm was protective of Vincent though. And acted nothing like players usually did with pets. Sure, some of them could be pretty smart but Rainstorm treated Vincent like he was a person. A somewhat stoic person who, in Rainstorm's obvious opinion, was in need of a lot of cuddles. Actually, the others acted like Vincent was a person too. What little she had seen of the interactions between him and the others… well, they didn't talk with him much at all, but they didn't ignore him either.\nAerith bit her lip, thinking about it. RedXIII was probably not human – either that or he was hacking – and Treasure Princess was obviously from Wutai. Add that to Rainstorm and Vincent.\n\"Hey… are you hacking? You and Vincent and the others?\" Aerith asked. \"Not that I care but… I used to hang around a lot of ShinRa employees, back when I was in Alexandria, and we mighty run into them at some point, and if you're hacking…\" she sighed, wondering how to bring up the bounty and then shaking her head. \"I would hate for you guys to be banned.\"\nRainstorm chuckled at that. \"That is very much not a concern. Trust me,\" he said, and he sounded a little irate. \"No way in hell am I going to be banned now.\"\n\"Huh?\"\n\"Ah, never mind,\" the guild master said. \"Anyway, there's no need to worry about that, not really,\" he said and then let out a thoughtful sound. \"ShinRa employees you say? Like who?\"\n\"Um,\" Aerith said. \"You know that the Overseers are a ShinRa guild, right?\"\n\"I heard something about it, yeah,\" Rainstorm said.\n\"Pretty much all the high level members are Turks. And I… used to hang around them,\" Aerith said and waited for the reaction.\nRainstorm said nothing. \"Huh,\" he said. \"I guess it makes sense that they'd make use of the game. And that they'd be the biggest guild too. Damn.\"\n\"Also, uh… they um. They put out a bounty on you,\" Aerith said, opening the command menu, opening the guild commands and then using the search to find the Overseers guild profile. There, on the first page of the profile, was the announcement of the guild bounty.\n[BOUNTY ANNOUNCEMENT]\n[In light of the recent destruction in the Great Forest of Moore server, namely the destruction of the town of Elder Tree, the Overseers have decided to take action against the player known as Rainstorm. The Guild Bounty Rules apply – first one to make the kill, gets the bounty]\n[\nWANTED\n]\n[RAINSTORM]\n[Member of the OVERKILL guild]\n[System bounty: 2800\n[For the destruction of the Elder Tree and for past crimes committed.]\n[2000 Gold for the player who kills him for the first time]\n[5000 Gold for the player who brings him down to Level 1.]\nAerith read the bounty aloud, feeling a little ill. Rainstorm though just whistled in appreciation. \"Whoa, I guess I killed some of their guild members or something,\" he said. \"That's some A-grade grudge right there.\nNice\n.\"\n\"You… I don't think that's how you ought to react to something like this,\" Aerith said. \"You already have a huge bounty on you and this?\"\n\"When you think about it, it's flattering as hell. Makes things more difficult, yeah, sure, but then things haven't exactly been easy for me since the beginning,\" Rainstorm said. \"Did you get one? You killed more people than I did.\"\n\"Um… no. I didn't,\" Aerith said guiltily.\n\"Good. Maybe they'll heap the Elder Tree on me and forget your part in it. Ought to make things easier for everybody,\" Rainstorm said and then suddenly let out a shout. \"Yeah, that's right you fucking pot, JUST DIE ALREADY!\"\n\"What the hell?!\" Aerith answered, almost jumping off her chocobo's back out of surprise.\n\"Sorry. I'm fighting these annoying things called Magic Pots. They are seriously annoying,\"\n\"I'll take your word for it,\" she answered, shaking her head. Then she opened Rainstorm's profile out of curiosity\n[The Rabbit of Caerbannog]\n[ <no title selected> ]\n[\nRainstorm\n]\n[Level 14 Viera]\n[Class: Swordsman LV. 3]\n[Job: Blacksmith LV. 11]\n[Guild: OVERKILL]\n[Credits: 0]\n[Bounty: 2800 Gold]\n[Status: Online]\n\"Hey… have you been fighting players? Your bounty is higher,\" Aerith asked.\n\"Um. Yeah, maybe. A little bit,\" Rainstorm said, sounding a little leery about it. \"It was just a bit of fun really.\"\n\"… Right. How high is your infamy, right now?\"\n\"It's, uh… 26200 points,\" the guild master answered sheepishly.\nThat was a lot of infamy. \"Are you getting any exp at this point?\" Aerith asked, wincing at the thought of it. At least she had fame to counteract hers, but Rainstorm didn't, did he?\n\"I get a little bit of exp. It's… not really noticeable at this point, but I get it,\" Rainstorm said and then jokingly added. \"So, any strategies for getting fame quickly?\"\n\"Guild production would be the easiest way to go about it,\" Aerith said with another wince. \"Which would require a guild house which would require going to Alexandria and buying one. I told you, didn't I?\"\n\"Yeah,\" Rainstorm laughed. \"So. Any strategies for getting to Alexandria undetected?\"\nAerith considered it. She still had the invisibility item, but it was bound to her and thus no use to Rainstorm. There were a lot of other ways to hide who a person was, though. She had considered a whole bunch of them, when planning her escape before deciding that the invisibility one was the best one to go with. Some of the others would've been easier and cheaper, not to mention\nright at hand\n, except Aerith hadn't been able to use them because her\nhair\nhad been too obvious. That was the downside for having as long hair as she did – it reached her knees in the game and that made it rather noticeable.\nShe thought about it and then opened her inventory, leafing through the inventory pages to her costumes. Normally it wouldn't have worked, but then again… Rainstorm could switch sexes. Aerith smiled. \"How do you feel about a bit of dress up, Rainstorm?\"\n\nRequirements for the writing prompt you produce:\n- It should be a standalone assignment-style instruction (e.g., “Write a short story about…”).\n- It must be satisfiable using only what appears in the chapter (no external canon required).\n- Calibrate the prompt’s scope (length, POV/tense, tone, genre) to match the chapter so the chapter reads like a correct/ideal answer.\n- If the chapter’s content implies sensitive themes, include a brief, neutral content note in the prompt.\n- Avoid naming specific characters or franchises; use generic roles (e.g., “a queen and her sworn protector”).\n- Keep it concise (one or two sentences), actionable, and classroom-ready.\n\nOutput your question within <begin> and <end> tags.\n\nGuidance:\n- Match the chapter’s core elements (e.g., f/f romance, rivalry-to-allies, slow burn, post-battle comfort, political intrigue).\n- Mirror its narrative stance (e.g., third-person limited past tense), and approximate its length (e.g., “800–1500 words”).\n- If the chapter centers a scene type, make that explicit (e.g., “a reunion scene after a long separation” or “an argument that turns into confession”).",
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"content": "You are given a chapter. Your job is to craft ONE WRITING PROMPT such that the provided chapter could plausibly serve as a strong example response to that prompt.\n\nCHAPTER:\nChapter Text\nZuko slept in your room for about a month afterwards. And you were there for him every step of the way. Every nightmare, every tear, all of it. You were grateful that your father had been there for you at the time of your mother’s death and since his father wouldn’t be able to provide the same relief, you felt the need to step in. You and him just got closer as you grew older. You’re now thirteen and understand a lot more about the world than you first did. Your father has told you a lot about the war and what he does with his position in the government.\nZuko has been doing a lot of training recently, firebending this, firebending that. He says he needs to ‘prepare to become the new Fire Lord’ but you know he’s just trying to avoid azula. His uncle Iroh came back from the battle against Ba Sing Se two-ish months after zukos mom was killed. Iroh is nothing like Ozai, which is funny. You’d think that two brothers who were raised the same way would have the same outcome. Iroh is a kind soul, he has a lot of patience when it comes to Zuko. Maybe it’s because he lost his own son in the war. It was mid afternoon and Zuko had just come back from the showers after training.\n“Zuko!” You call out to him as soon as you see him heading into the gardens.\nHe turns his attention to you and smiles when he spots you. “Hey firefly.”\nAs he walks over to you, you can’t help but grin with the excitement of what you have to tell him.\n“What’s with the smile?” He asks\n“Iroh told me about a war meeting that’s happening today. It took a good bit of convincing…but I got you in!”\nHe raises an eyebrow. “You what?”\nYou smile widely. “I managed to convince Iroh to let you sit in on it!”\nZukos eyes widen. “Really?!” He asks in anticipation.\nYou nod. “Mhmm, and it’s in an hour. You should probably start to get ready.”\n“Oh, right. I’ll see you after the meeting!”\nYou laugh as he hurries off. “Bye.”\nZuko heads into his room, desperately trying to find something appropriate to wear. He rummages through his closet and pulls out a red and gold laced tunic before slipping it on and looking himself in the mirror. He fixes his hair and stands up straight. He has to make a good impression if his father is going to let him sit in on any more meetings. He breathes out, trying to calm his nerves. One last look in the mirror and he heads out the door and back to where he last saw you. Once he spots you and Iroh, his nerves recede a little.\n“Hey y/n, hello uncle.”\nIroh gives him a warm smile. “Are you ready, prince Zuko?”\nHe nods. “I think so.”\nYou give him some words of encouragement and a hug before he goes. Iroh walks him to the entrance of the war room and gives him a pat on the back before Zuko steps inside.\nAll eyes fall on him and the room goes quiet. Ozai speaks up. His booming voice carrying across the room as it always does.\n“Ah, prince zuko. Your uncle told me you would be joining us today.”\n“Yes father.”\n“And you are here to just observe, not input, am I correct?”\n“Yes father.”\n“Then sit, boy. Next to me, at the head of the table.”\nHe wasn’t expecting this. He stands there for a second before taking a seat next to his father as the meeting begins. It started of as you would expect. Stats on supplies, updates on different battles and discussing different war strategies. Zuko was fascinated. The elegance in these men’s voices and the way they carried themselves was almost suffocating, he felt very out of place and yet, right where he needs to be all at the same time. It was thrilling. About halfway through the meeting, a general spoke up.\nHe points to a section of the map laid out on the table. “The earth kingdom troops are concentrated here, a dangerous battalion of their strongest earthbenders and fiercest warriors. So\nI\nam recommending the 41st division.”\nAnother, older general speaks up. “But the 41st is made entirely out of new recruits. How do you expect them to defeat a powerful earth kingdom battalion?”\nThe first general, who suggested the idea speaks again, with a smirk on his face. “I don’t. They’ll be used as a distraction while we mount an attack from the rear. I mean, what better bait to use than fresh meat?”\nWhile this conversation goes on, zuko’s conflicted. Obviously this isn’t right, who would sacrifice an entire division of young soldiers like that? But he knew it wasn’t his place to speak out against the general. But he can’t just sit here and let these men be sacrificed, so he stands up.\n“You can’t sacrifice an entire division like that! Those soldiers love and defend our nation. How can you betray them?!”\nThe room went silent. He was right, of course, but it wasn’t his place to speak out. The fire Lord got very angry with him. He said that Zuko’s actions were of complete and utter disrespect to the general. And the only way to resolve this was with an Agni Kai. Zuko looked at the general and told him that he wasn’t afraid, that he was a skilled fighter and would beat the general with ease. (A little bit of an overcompensation for a thirteen year old)\n\nRequirements for the writing prompt you produce:\n- It should be a standalone assignment-style instruction (e.g., “Write a short story about…”).\n- It must be satisfiable using only what appears in the chapter (no external canon required).\n- Calibrate the prompt’s scope (length, POV/tense, tone, genre) to match the chapter so the chapter reads like a correct/ideal answer.\n- If the chapter’s content implies sensitive themes, include a brief, neutral content note in the prompt.\n- Avoid naming specific characters or franchises; use generic roles (e.g., “a queen and her sworn protector”).\n- Keep it concise (one or two sentences), actionable, and classroom-ready.\n\nOutput your question within <begin> and <end> tags.\n\nGuidance:\n- Match the chapter’s core elements (e.g., f/f romance, rivalry-to-allies, slow burn, post-battle comfort, political intrigue).\n- Mirror its narrative stance (e.g., third-person limited past tense), and approximate its length (e.g., “800–1500 words”).\n- If the chapter centers a scene type, make that explicit (e.g., “a reunion scene after a long separation” or “an argument that turns into confession”).",
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"content": "You are given a chapter. Your job is to craft ONE WRITING PROMPT such that the provided chapter could plausibly serve as a strong example response to that prompt.\n\nCHAPTER:\nChapter Text\n\"I'm not exactly a Pewterarm YET,\" Sayler argued.\nFrick gave her a flat glare. \"But they knew you COULD become Pewte- that's not the point! The point is that anyone knows about you anyways.\"\nSayler pursed her lips, looking at the ground. She wasn't very good at arguing; she could make decent points, it just took her longer than a split-second to fire them back at Frick.\nFrick turned away, pulling off pieces of armor. Sayler glared at his back until her point occurred to her.\n\"Obviously they do know about me. Maybe we should use that.\"\nFrick turned, pointing his shin-guard at her. \"No. You're still safer here. Just because Hale knows about you doesn't mean everyone does. She seems to have made finding allomancers her job.\"\n\"Maybe she's the one making them disappear,\" Sayler said. \"Now you've just gone and PROVED I'm a Pewterarm.\"\n\"You're not a Pewterarm.\"\nIt was one of those points where if Sayler said she was, Frick would say she wasn't. If Frick said she was, Sayler would point out she hadn't snapped to prove it. They teetered back and forth on the subject, using it when it suited their needs.\nA normal parent would probably despair over the lack of direct honesty from their child. Frick was glad she could think on her feet and warp the truth when necessary. If Sayler were allowed to share anything true about her life on social media, she probably would have said something like #perksofmercs.\n...or maybe not, she thought.\nSayler jerked her head up, eyes snapping on the back of Frick's head.\n\"Wait! What else happened?\"\nFrick tossed the shinguard on the table. \"I came home.\"\nSayler dropped her face in her hand. \"Really?\"\n\"Really. She wanted me to go anyways.\"\n\"Surely you learned something else from your visit.\"\n\"Hale has a son. Hale keeps tabs on a couple unregistered allomancers.\"\n\"...there are others?\"\n\"Rust,\" Frick said. \"Surely you could have figured that out.\"\nSayler hesitated, considering asking him if she might could just possibly be allowed to go and see other unrecorded allomancers. But she knew the answer.\n\"Are you going to investigate further?\" She finally asked.\n\"...nah.\" Frick shook his head.\nSayler gaped at him. That was not the answer she'd expected.\n\"What do you mean \"nah\"?\"\n\"I mean I'm not investigating further. Hale'll cover it. Not my job.\"\n\"What is your job?\"\n\"My job,\" Frick said, sitting down on the couch beside her. \"Is one, taking care of you. Two, whatever they pay me to do.\"\n\"Allomancers like me are disappearing. Looking into it sounds like a damn good way to take care of me.\"\n\"Don't curse,\" Frick said. He propped his boots up on the stool in front of them, putting his hands behind his head as he leaned back, settling into the lumpy couch. \"And no. Because by looking into it, they're gonna start looking into me. And that's a sure-fire way for them to find you.\"\n\"Them being the government.\"\n\"Yes.\"\n\"That you once worked for.\"\n\"Yes.\"\n\"That still has your records and probably keeps tabs on you.\"\n\"Yes and no. Believe me, the Trade knows better than to run after a merc that's left.\" Frick eyed her. \"Don't butt into this. It'll be a damn mess if you do. Also, no more running around when I'm not home.\"\n\"What am I supposed to do?\" Sayler asked, exasperated.\nFrick got a thoughtful look.\n\"You know, I never got that far.\" He scratched his chin.\nSayler looked at him indignantly. \"You mean you've kept me locked up in this apartment the past sixteen years and you don't even know why?\"\nFrick sighed.\n\"I dunno. You didn't come with an instruction manual. And I sure as hell wasn't gonna have a Bring My Kid To Work Day. Where were you supposed to go?\"\n\"...school.\"\nFrick snorted. \"Bunch of government a- butt-kissers. Trust me, homeschooling was the way to go.\"\nSayler rubbed her face. \"Thank Harmony for internet.\"\nFrick suddenly stood up and pulled on a jacket. Without a word of explanation, he went into the hall, opened the door, and stepped outside.\nSayler didn't bother asking after him. He'd come back. And he hated giving explanations. With nothing else to do, she turned on her phone.\nHer first stop was Zidinc, a social media site. No notifications. Then she scrolled through email, checked her profile on Riggers, and even looked into blog she'd forgotten about for the past few months. Finally, she looked at what she'd really been dying to see: Allorem, a forum site dedicated to allomancy speculations and debates.\nNerdy? Absolutely. But then, that was sort of in right now.\nSayler scrolled through the forums. There wasn't anything about allomancers disappearing, although there was a months-old thread about the decline of allomancy, archived due to inactivity. She clicked on it.\nThe thread was ancient, but it had a heated debate still argued over today. Where Mistborn real, or legends? The Lord Mistborn and Ascendant Warrior were brought up a dozen times, followed by comments saying things like \"And I suppose you still believe in Kandra too?\" One profile, someone reknowned for being a bit of a conspiracy theorist, kept trying to draw parallels between Kandra and Koloss to prove their existence. A couple self-proclaimed peacemakers blithered about how they should stop arguing then began arguing about why they should stop arguing. A couple people swore worse than Frick when he'd found out Sayler had intentionally attempted to tick off their neighbor, hoping he'd beat her up and get her to snap. Finally, a commenter named MeLaan gave a vague, overly-dramatic comment about idiotic mortals and their impending doom.\nSayler found the whole thing frustrating. One argument lead to another, with few people staying on the original topic. She turned off the phone.\nDammit, internet, she grumbled internally.\nSayler stood up and went to the window.\nThen the room was gone.\nThe wall in front of her blew away into the street, the window shattered, and furniture split off into a hundred pieces. Sayler saw orange, and then she saw blackness as her body hit the street below.\nHer first thought after the explosion was, 'Did I snap?!' The second was, 'How the hell am I alive.'\nRather than the screams that her TV shows and movies predicted following an explosion, there was only the sound of running feet and slamming doors as people decided to get away now.\nSayler slowly pushed herself up, dust falling off her hair and back in a fog of white. She coughed. People do that after explosions, right? That's a normal thing.\n...my head hurts.\nSayler grimaced, holding a hand to her forehead. It was far too warm. And... wet? She looked down at her fingers, which were now lightly coated in blood.\nThen it occurred to Sayler that, given her father's job, it was more than likely that the explosion was not an accident and she should probably get away before someone found out there were survivors.\nIgnoring the aches and pains that were blossoming throughout her body, she jogged across the street into an alleyway. No bullets began banging after her.\nMaybe I should try to find whoever set it off, she thought. Frick would kill me. And I'm not sure I could take them... if they could get explosives, what else might they have? No, probably better to just stay put. Unless they try to follo-\nBefore Sayler could finish the thought, a cold, saggy feeling hand snatched at her arm and yanked her into the alleyway's wall.\n\nRequirements for the writing prompt you produce:\n- It should be a standalone assignment-style instruction (e.g., “Write a short story about…”).\n- It must be satisfiable using only what appears in the chapter (no external canon required).\n- Calibrate the prompt’s scope (length, POV/tense, tone, genre) to match the chapter so the chapter reads like a correct/ideal answer.\n- If the chapter’s content implies sensitive themes, include a brief, neutral content note in the prompt.\n- Avoid naming specific characters or franchises; use generic roles (e.g., “a queen and her sworn protector”).\n- Keep it concise (one or two sentences), actionable, and classroom-ready.\n\nOutput your question within <begin> and <end> tags.\n\nGuidance:\n- Match the chapter’s core elements (e.g., f/f romance, rivalry-to-allies, slow burn, post-battle comfort, political intrigue).\n- Mirror its narrative stance (e.g., third-person limited past tense), and approximate its length (e.g., “800–1500 words”).\n- If the chapter centers a scene type, make that explicit (e.g., “a reunion scene after a long separation” or “an argument that turns into confession”).",
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"content": "You are given a chapter. Your job is to craft ONE WRITING PROMPT such that the provided chapter could plausibly serve as a strong example response to that prompt.\n\nCHAPTER:\nChapter Text\n“Asami!” It sounded like a voice in a dream. Quiet and distant, calling out to her from across a field or a lake. “Asami!\nHelp\n!” She rolled over, the world around her coming into focus. Asami was in her room at Air Temple Island. Korra had moved to her old room and Tenzin gave Asami the one right next to it.\n“\nAsami\n!\nPlease\n!” That time Asami knew it wasn’t a dream. That was Korra, and her voice broke as she called out.\nHer legs swung off the bed immediately, throwing the small blanket she had onto the floor. Asami stood up and slipped on said blanket, nearly falling over, before grabbing the frame of her bedroom door to balance.\nIt took her four strides to cross the hall into Korra’s room. The lights from outside the temple were dimly shining through the window. Asami could see her laying against her pillow, tears streaming down her cheeks.\n“Korra, are you okay?” She asked, moving to Korra’s side and immediately looking for any sign of injury. At Asami’s question, the dam broke. Korra started crying, her soft sobs filled the quiet room and only worried Asami more. “Korra, you have to tell me what’s wrong.”\nAsami could see Korra trying to stop herself from crying. Trying to stop whatever fear or agony was overtaking her. She took a few short, quick breaths before slowing down and exhaling slowly.\nShe stared up at the ceiling, clearly working hard not to look at Asami. “I...had an accident.” She said, her voice was shaky and Asami could tell she was straining herself to keep from sobbing.\n“Okay,” Asami knelt down next to her. She couldn’t do much, but she needed to know what Korra had hurt so she could tell Kya. “Is it your back? Your legs?”\n“\nNo\n!” Korra barked, making Asami jump. “I’m not…” Korra bit down on her bottom lip. “It’s not that. I…I wet the bed.”\nOh...\nHeat rose behind Asami’s eyes almost immediately. She couldn’t cry though, Korra was clearly embarrassed. Asami couldn’t let her believe it was anything more than that, an accident.\n“Alright,” Asami reached out and wiped at Korra’s wet cheeks as the Avatar’s body tensed. “You need to breathe, sweetie. It’s okay, we’ll clean it up.”\nKorra tensed. “It is\nnot\nokay.” She practically growled the words, still staring up at the ceiling. “I—I woke up and I knew I had to go but…I didn’t want to wake anyone up and when I tried to move I just…I couldn’t stop it.” Her face scrunched up again as another sob broke through. “Asami, I can’t\ndo this\n!”\nTaking Korra’s hand, Asami reached out with her other hand and touched Korra’s jaw. Gently, she turned Korra to look at her, a bright smile on her face.\n“Yes you can. You’re the strongest person I know, Korra. You can get through this. So you had an accident. We’ll clean it up and figure out how to keep it from happening.” Korra tried to look away but Asami nudged her just a bit to keep looking at her. “Hey, we’ll fix it.”\nFinally, Korra nodded, her eyes still swimming with tears but she seemed a little calmer.\nAsami stood up, still holding Korra’s hand, and assessed the situation. She needed to change the bedding, but Korra would still be a mess. She had to clean her up, change the sheets and put Korra back to bed.\nThe truth was, she couldn’t do this all by herself.\nHer face must have given this away. “Asami, I—I don’t want anyone to know.” Korra pleaded, gripping her hand tightly.\n“I know, I know.” Korra’s room was a few doors down from the bathroom. She needed to get Korra into the tub and use that time to change the bedding. Still, her mind was racing with questions. Could she do all this without waking anyone? Would Korra be okay with Asami taking her clothes off? Was Korra even able to hold herself up in the tub?\nNo more than a few days ago Korra was a powerhouse fighting against dark forces to protect everyone she loved. How had it been torn away so fast?\n“Okay,” Asami said again, more to herself than Korra. “Give me two minutes to go start the bath, then I’ll come back and get you, alright?”\nKorra nodded slowly.\nTrying to keep her steps soft, Asami went into the bathroom at the end of the hallway and started running water into the tub. It was loud, she knew that Korra wouldn’t want anyone seeing her like this. Asami now hoped it would stay between them as well. She would have to take Korra’s clothes off in bed and carry her in here, which was terrifying for a number of reasons, least of which was her own attraction. Though that meant nothing right now. It was all about trying make Korra comfortable. She had already had so much of her pride torn away in just a few days, Asami had to help her maintain something.\nWith the water running, Asami let out a heavy sigh and tried to draw her emotions in. Seeing Korra that way was one of the most heartbreaking things she had ever experienced. It brought with it more than sadness though, it filled her with anger, with hate. She wanted someone to pay for this. She wanted to step up to a podium in front of anyone who could hear her and scream at the injustice of a world that would allow this to happen to a hero like Korra.\nIt wasn’t fair.\nThe tub was half full when Asami knew she had to return to Korra. By the time she reentered the room however, there was someone else there hovering over the Avatar.\n“Oh,” Asami balked, stopping mid stride as Senna stood next to her daughter’s bed. “I—I didn’t—“\n“It’s okay, Asami.” Senna said, a smile on her face. “I just…\nfelt\nlike something was wrong and came to check on her. I’m happy to help, if you want me too?” Senna turned to Korra who was hugging herself.\n“Sure,” Korra sighed. “You already know I peed my pants like a baby, what does it matter now?”\nSenna ran a hand through Korra’s hair, leaning down to kiss her on the forehead. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. It’s not a big deal.”\nKorra huffed, clearly disagreeing. Asami took a few steps towards the bed. “I uh—the tub is almost ready. I was going to get her out of her clothes and carry her in there.”\n“Okay,” Senna nodded. “I’ll go check the water.” She smiled before leaving the room.\n“Is…that okay with you, Korra?” Asami looked into Korra’s eyes. Always confirm it with Korra, she reminded herself. Always. Korra has the final say in anything and everything.\nSwallowing sharply, Korra nodded as an embarrassed blush painted her cheeks. “Could you—I don’t want you to—“ she was struggling to find the words\n“Hey,” Asami offered her best smile. “Just let me look into your pretty eyes, okay? Stare at me, I’ll keep eye contact. Whatever makes you comfortable.”\nKorra sighed and a tear spilled down her cheek. “Thank you.”\nWhen she pulled the blankets down, Asami noticed the dark stain on the sheets, still, she never looked away from Korra’s eyes.\n“Have I ever told you, that I love your hair when it’s down?”\nA flicker of a smile crossed Korra’s lips as Asami pulled her pants down. “No I—I don’t think you have.” Korra shrugged. “I prefer it too but it’s inconvenient when I’m fighting.” She laughed to herself. “I couldn’t keep it out of my face when I was fighting Unalaq.”\nAsami chuckled softly. “I know what you mean. I might need to start tying mine up when I know I’m going to be fighting. When we hit that cave the airbenders were locked in I kept getting it in my face, and the cave was damp so it was sticking to my head.”\n“You can go faster,” Korra said, confusing Asami. “The underwear. I—I can’t feel my legs really, just tingles from the hips up. You can just pull them off. It won’t hurt me.”\n“Oh,” Asami nodded, still looking into Korra’s eyes. She then pulled the underwear off the rest of the way and decided to just throw them out. By the time she returned to the side of the bed, Korra had moved both her hands down to cover herself. “If I sit you up will it hurt you?”\nKorra shrugged. “A little I’m sure, but I won’t cry out.” Of course she won’t, Asami thought. She wouldn’t want to draw any attention.\nAsami placed a hand behind Korra’s shoulders and carefully drew her up to a sitting position. Korra winced the entire way up, but once she was sitting Asami put a leg on the bed behind Korra to hold her up. She was surprised that Korra was supporting most of her own weight, at least sitting up.\n“You’re holding yourself up better.”\n“It’s mostly balance,” Korra said, her head cast down, staring at the mess on the bed. “I wouldn’t be able to do it for very long I don’t think.”\n“Well,” Asami pulled Korra’s shirt up and over her head. Even though she couldn’t see her, Asami refused to look anywhere but at the back of Korra’s head. “You don’t have to,” The shirt was off and Asami discarded it to the floor. She stood back up, using her hand to keep Korra upright. “Do you want to keep your bindings on?”\nKorra shook her head. “I need to take them off, they’re too tight and just…\npointless\nnow. I’m not going to be fighting anytime soon.”\n“Alright, do you want me to—“ she let her question linger.\n“Can we do it in the tub?”\nAsami nodded. “Of course.” Taking a deep breath, she slid her arm under Korra’s knees and kept the other behind her back. “If you feel\nany\npain let me know, okay?”\n“Okay.”\n“Okay,” Asami echoed to herself. Korra reached out and hooked an arm over Asami’s neck. In one motion, Asami scooped her up off the bed.\nA strange feeling crept over Asami as she carried Korra down the hallway. She couldn’t really explain it, but when Korra laid her head against Asami’s chest, it was like a warmth spread throughout her entire body. She was where she belonged. Not at all where she thought she would be, carrying the Avatar in her arms under these circumstances. Still, Asami had never felt more certain of her place in the world than she did right now.\nSenna was sitting by the tub when they reached the bathroom. Thankfully no one else had woken up. A few candles had been lit by Korra’s mother to help them see in the night. A sadness washed over Senna’s face at the sight of her daughter so small in Asami’s arms.\n“How do you want to do this?” Senna asked, standing up to give Asami room. There were a couple of steps that led to the tub, Asami wasn’t sure how she could lower Korra in without getting herself soaked in the process.\nThat was when an idea struck her. “Can you…go to the other side and help me put her in?”\n“Of course,” Senna kissed Korra’s forehead before moving around to the other side of the tub.\nAsami glanced down at Korra, who looked as if she were lost in her own mind. Staring aimlessly at Asami’s nightshirt, almost looking through her. Pretending she was somewhere else entirely.\nThe few steps up to the tub were the most difficult. Asami could carry Korra well enough but the stone steps were slippery with bare feet. Once she reached the top, Senna extended out her arms and hooked an arm under Korra’s back and then her legs as well.\nSlowly, both women lowered Korra into the tub, Asami slowing as her elbow hit just to make sure it was an okay temperature. Soon enough, Korra was encased in the water and Asami gently placed her legs down before reaching up with both hands to support her head.\n“You okay?” She asked, trying to draw Korra to look at her. The Avatar simply nodded and began gnawing at her bottom lip. “Can you sit up at all in here? The water should make it easier.”\nReaching back, Korra planted her hands at her sides against the bottom of the tub and tried to hold herself up. She wobbled a bit, but when Asami helped scoot her back against the edge, she was able to maintain balance and relax a little.\n“Good, that’s\nreally\ngood, Korra.” Senna cooed, running a hand up and down Korra’s arm.\nKorra seemed less than impressed and Asami understood. She was sitting up in a bathtub, not much of a victory to a girl who once fought a giant spirit.\n“I should clean up.” Korra said, reaching out and grabbing for the soap that rested against the side of the tub. She looked to Asami “Will you wash my hair?”\nAsami smiled. “I’d love to, gives me a chance to play around with it.” She winked, remembering their conversation earlier. The grin Korra gave her was a reward she wanted to spend the rest of her life chasing.\n“Well if you two are okay I think I’ll go fix up the bed.” Senna said, standing up again and brushing off her robe. “I’ll be back.” She squeezed Asami’s shoulder lightly before leaving.\nIt occurred to Asami that she just had one of the most private and intense experiences of her life with Korra’s mother, a woman that she didn’t even know that well. Still, she felt closer to now Senna than she could really explain.\n“You don’t have to do this, you know?” Korra said as Asami ran a brush through her hair. “You\nshouldn’t\nhave to do this.”\n“Come on, Korra, how long have you known me? I don’t ever do anything I don’t want to.”\nKorra sighed. “Still, nobody should\nhave\nto carry me to the bathtub. Nobody should have seen me—“ she stopped herself, Asami didn’t say anything else, just brushed Korra’s hair as she washed herself as best she could. “I\ncan’t\nlet this happen again,” Korra said defiantly. It almost made Asami smile to hear that angered tone. She wanted Korra to fight.\n“We won’t let it. We just need a system. You shouldn’t be in that bed so much, you can sit up, with support. I just need to find a way to make it so you can sit up and move around.”\n“\nYou\ndo?” Korra asked, turning to look up at Asami. The candlelight flickering against her blue eyes, subtly reminding Asami of how beautiful she was.\nAsami laughed softly. “Of course\nI\ndo. Unless you want Tenzin to make you something out of\nwicker\n?” Another smile was given and Asami felt extremely accomplished. Korra looked away again, allowing Asami to continue brushing. “Okay, are you all good with the soap?” She asked, standing up a bit but still touching Korra’s shoulder.\n“Yeah,” Korra sighed, setting the soap down on the side of the tub. “It’s so weird to touch my legs and not\nfeel\nanything. I keep trying to wiggle my toes but they just sit there…useless.”\n“Korra,” Asami grabbed for some shampoo. “You’ve got to give it some time. Kya says you are healing, even if it’s slow. You have a little feeling in your waist now right? Better control of your hands? You didn’t before.”\nKorra groaned. “Great, I can hold a bar of soap without dropping it. Bring on Amon!” She tried to laugh, but it came out as more of a strained sob and Asami sat down on the step next to the tub to look at her. “Sorry,” Korra shook her head. “Pouting is stupid.”\n“It isn’t,” Asami smiled. “If you want to pout, Korra. Do it. If you want to cry and scream and curse at the world, do it. It’s okay. I’m not going to tell you how to handle this. I’m not going to sit here and pretend that it’s not as awful as it is.”\nThey were looking at one another for a while, nothing but the light of the candle moving between them. Asami wanted to tell Korra\neverything\n, to tell her of her feelings and hope that maybe that would lift her spirits, if anything.\nDon’t think so little of yourself, Korra. I love you. It’s not much, but you’re beautiful and wonderful to me.\nShe didn’t say it. It wasn’t appropriate right now and when Korra finally looked away, Asami picked up the shampoo bottle and kept silent.\n“I\nneed\nto take these bindings off.” Korra said as Asami moved behind her. Reaching down, Asami pushed Korra’s hair aside and looked down the expanse of her back.\nSpirits\n, she was so magnificently built. Asami scolded herself for such thoughts. It wasn’t the time, maybe it never would be.\n“Do you want my help?” She asked, taking a cup next to the tub and filling it with water. “I was gonna wet your hair but we can do the bindings first.”\nAfter a few seconds, Korra shrugged. “Sure, you seeing my boobs isn’t going to be any more embarrassing than anything else tonight.”\n“Don’t worry, Sunshine. I won’t look.” She reassured. Korra reached back a moment later, holding the end of the wrap in her hand where she’d tied it off days earlier.\nThey worked in rhythm. Asami would unravel around the back, then pass the end off to do the front. Eventually the wrap was a balled up on the opposite side of the tub and Korra let out a sigh of relief.\n“I needed to do that.”\nAsami smiled. “I don’t know how you wear those.”\nKorra chuckled. “My boobs have\nalways\nbeen a problem for me. They came in so fast and I showed up to train one day and was just…all over the place. It hurt and they frustrated me so much that I started binding them down. Works well enough.”\n“Well if anything, now you’ll get a little time to let them breathe.” Asami picked up her cup, still full of water and ran a hand through Korra’s hair. “I’m gonna wet your hair down now, okay. Hold your breath.”\n“I am a waterbender you know?”\nAsami didn’t retort, just poured the water down the back of Korra’s hair and stroked her fingers through it. She refilled the cup and repeated this process a few more times before grabbing the shampoo.\nShe pressed her fingers into Korra’s scalp, massaging her hair and trying to help her relax. It seemed to work well enough, Korra closed her eyes and let her arms float in the water.\n“Asami,” Korra whispered softly, her voice shy.\n“Hmm?”\nKorra swallowed hard. “Thank you for…all of this tonight. I think it’s going to get worse before it gets better.”\nIt would be easy to deny it. To tell Korra that everything would be okay. That it was all downhill from here, but Korra had lost control of a bodily function, she was still unable to feel her legs and it had only been a few nights.\nTo say the worst was over would be foolish.\nAsami poured a cup of water over Korra’s hair, stroking her hand through it, her new favorite pastime. “We’ll get through it. Just keep fighting with me, okay?”\nKorra nodded, her shoulders shaking a bit. “I—I will.”\nSenna returned shortly after and helped Asami pull Korra out of the tub. As Asami carried Korra, soaking wet in her arms, Senna raced ahead to lay a towel on the bed. Asami only looked into Korra’s eyes, even though Korra had clearly stopped caring. Fatigue was settling into Korra’s body by the time Asami laid her back on the bed.\nIt was easier to let Senna dress Korra, so Asami stood back in the doorway and stared off into the hall. She fought not to cry, not to let the wall she’d built burst. It wasn’t right for her to cry, she wasn’t the one dealing with all of this. She had to stay strong for Korra. It wasn’t an obligation, it was a mission.\nAsami was roused from her thought by a soft touch of her shoulder. It was Senna, smiling sweetly at her. As soon as Asami turned around, she was engulfed in a tight embrace.\n“Oh,” Asami muttered, taken by surprise. She recovered a moment later and hugged Senna back.\n“\nThank you\nfor taking care of her,” Senna whispered, Asami looked up to see that Korra was fast asleep under her blankets.\nWhen the hug broke, Asami saw tears spilling from Senna’s eyes. She looked so much like Korra when she cried.\n“Your daughter is the fiercest and strongest person I have ever met. I’ll do anything to help her get back what was taken.”\nIt wasn’t until Asami returned to her own room, that she allowed herself to cry.\n\nRequirements for the writing prompt you produce:\n- It should be a standalone assignment-style instruction (e.g., “Write a short story about…”).\n- It must be satisfiable using only what appears in the chapter (no external canon required).\n- Calibrate the prompt’s scope (length, POV/tense, tone, genre) to match the chapter so the chapter reads like a correct/ideal answer.\n- If the chapter’s content implies sensitive themes, include a brief, neutral content note in the prompt.\n- Avoid naming specific characters or franchises; use generic roles (e.g., “a queen and her sworn protector”).\n- Keep it concise (one or two sentences), actionable, and classroom-ready.\n\nOutput your question within <begin> and <end> tags.\n\nGuidance:\n- Match the chapter’s core elements (e.g., f/f romance, rivalry-to-allies, slow burn, post-battle comfort, political intrigue).\n- Mirror its narrative stance (e.g., third-person limited past tense), and approximate its length (e.g., “800–1500 words”).\n- If the chapter centers a scene type, make that explicit (e.g., “a reunion scene after a long separation” or “an argument that turns into confession”).",
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As tough as Korra was, she loved to be held and cuddled and fussed over.\nBut the biggest surprise so far was when Asami assumed Korra was the jealous type. Korra was fiercely protective of Asami when they were fighting bad guys together, so the same had to be true of her when they were out and someone started flirting with her girlfriend.\nThey were at a party in Ba Sing Se celebrating the defeat of Kuvira and the return of peace to the Earth Kingdom. The ballroom was packed with people, nobles and generals and politicians from all over the world. Everyone was dressed in their best, the front entrance was crowded with reporters trying to get pictures, and Asami suddenly found that she had lost Korra in the crowd.\nShe was immediately set upon by a young man about her age, handsome and well-dressed but leering. He snatched two champagne flutes from a passing tray and gave one to Asami, toasting to the Avatar's victory, and Asami drank out of politeness and amusement more than anything. This poor boy clearly didn't know who she was, and though his eyes on her neckline were irritating, the lack of reverence in his tone was a welcome change.\nSo she chatted. And she drank. And maybe she even flirted a little for the fun of it. But she jumped in surprise when she felt a familiar hand on the small of her back.\n\"There you are! Thought I'd lost you.\"\nKorra smiled warmly at her, then turned her eyes to the boy. He definitely recognized Korra, his eyes going wide and his jaw dropping. Korra laughed lightly, embarrassed.\n\"Sorry to interrupt,\" she said politely. \"I'm Korra.\"\nThe young man stammered. Asami watched Korra in fascination. She was waiting for her to get angry, to get jealous, maybe even a little violent. But instead she shook the boy's hand and waited patiently for him to stop stammering and introduce himself.\nAs the boy spoke, Korra spotted the champagne glass in Asami's fingers. Still listening, she tugged on Asami's wrist, bringing the glass up to her own lips. The boy stopped speaking, his eyes glued to the lipstick stain Asami's mouth had left on the rim of the glass, which was exactly where Korra placed her lips to take a sip.\nKorra's eyebrows rose in confusion as he excused himself from the conversation and all but ran from them. She shot a puzzled look at Asami, only to find her staring at her with a mixture of amusement and surprise.\n\"What?\" Korra asked, completely nonplussed.\nAsami burst out laughing.\nIt took her a while to calm down, her face pressed into Korra's shoulder while Korra just patted her back awkwardly and continued drinking her champagne.\n\"You never cease to amaze me,\" Asami finally sighed, standing up straight and pressing a kiss to Korra's cheek. She blushed.\n\"I still don't get it,\" Korra muttered, smiling fondly when Asami wiped the lipstick off her cheek with her sleeve.\n\"He was hitting on me,\" Asami pointed out, rolling her eyes.\n\"Yeah, I got that,\" Korra huffed.\nAsami stared at her.\n\"What?\" she asked again.\n\"I don't know,\" Asami admitted. \"I expected you to get kind of… angry. You know, jealous.\"\nKorra shrugged, a soft smile on her lips.\n\"I trust you,\" she said simply, trailing her fingers lightly down Asami's arm and taking her hand. \"So what if some kid thinks you're pretty? All that tells me is that he has good taste.\"\nAsami laughed again and Korra smiled at the sound. They spent the rest of the party hand in hand, wending their way through the crowd and occasionally sneaking off to make out in a closet.\nBut it wasn't just Korra that surprised her. It was what Korra brought out in her.\nIt was a couple of weeks after the party. They were trying to lie low for a little while, taking a weekend to relax in Republic City. The two of them found themselves at a jazz club late one night, Korra wearing some of Asami's clothes so people wouldn't recognize her. They did some dancing, but mostly they sat at the end of the bar so they could talk and drink without drawing attention.\nThe place was small but crowded, the lights low and the music loud and sultry. Asami went to the restroom late in the evening, and when she came back out, Korra wasn't alone.\nA young man was sitting in Asami's seat, a muscular boy with the dark skin and wild blue eyes of the Water Tribe. He was smiling as he spoke to Korra, his gaze fixed on her a little too hard. Something he said made Korra laugh, and Asami's vision went red.\nShe didn't remember crossing the club to the bar with her fists clenched at her sides, but suddenly she was standing behind Korra, focusing a heated glare at the boy.\n\"Hey,\" Asami said by way of greeting, and Korra smiled at her. Asami's blood was boiling, so she leaned down and pressed a hard kiss to Korra's lips. When she pulled back Korra looked flustered, but Asami just smiled sweetly at the stranger next to her. \"Thanks for saving my seat.\"\nThe young man sidled away uncomfortably, Asami immediately sliding back into her seat. She pretended not to notice Korra staring at her for a few moments while her angry pulse slowed back to normal. But she finally did look over at Korra, and the Avatar was just smiling at her with her eyebrows raised.\n\"What?\" Asami asked innocently.\n\"Asami Sato,\" Korra said quietly, her voice equally impressed and amused. \"I never would have taken you for the jealous type.\"\n\"I'm not,\" Asami argued immediately. Korra just grinned at her. Asami blushed in embarrassment. \"Or at least I never have been before.\"\n\"Aww,\" Korra cooed, and Asami groaned and buried her face in her hands. But she felt Korra's shoulder press against hers, the girl huddling close, and then a soft kiss was pressed to her temple. Asami just blushed harder. \"You're only jealous over me?\"\n\"Oh shut up,\" Asami grumbled, giving Korra a firm shove with her shoulder.\n\"Come on,\" Korra laughed. \"It's sweet.\"\n\"It's weird,\" Asami admitted, finally turning and looking at the girl beside her. \"It's like… he made you laugh, and I just wanted to beat the crap out of him.\"\n\"Well thanks for showing some restraint,\" Korra said with a roll of her eyes. Asami scowled at her. \"What? I was kidding.\"\n\"I don't get it,\" Asami sighed, placing her elbow on the counter and leaning her head on her hand. She gave Korra a long look. \"I'm the calm rational one. You're the fiery one. Why would I get jealous and you don't?\"\n\"I'm not into labels,\" Korra replied with a shrug. Asami just raised an eyebrow and the Avatar laughed again. She scooted her seat closer to Asami's and looped an arm around the taller girl's waist. \"Look… the White Lotus taught me from a young age that part of being the Avatar is to avoid possessive inclinations. Katara always told me that loving someone has nothing to do with owning them.\"\nThere was a long silence before Korra looked up at Asami again. She was staring at Korra wide-eyed, her mouth just barely open in surprise. Korra frowned, confused.\n\"You… you love me?\" Asami asked quietly.\nThe realization of what she had said hit Korra slowly, but when it did, she panicked.\n\"I didn't… I mean I wasn't…\" she stammered, blushing harder than Asami had ever seen. \"It just kind of… I mean I was just…\"\nKorra was interrupted by Asami's hand tangling into her hair and drawing their lips together in a fierce kiss. Korra laughed into it, her fingers sliding up Asami's arms.\n\"I love you too, you know,\" Asami murmured into Korra's mouth. Korra laughed again, the sound nearly lost against Asami's lips.\n\"Yeah,\" Korra sighed, breaking the kiss slowly and sucking on Asami's lower lip as a parting gesture. \"I got that.\"\n\nRequirements for the writing prompt you produce:\n- It should be a standalone assignment-style instruction (e.g., “Write a short story about…”).\n- It must be satisfiable using only what appears in the chapter (no external canon required).\n- Calibrate the prompt’s scope (length, POV/tense, tone, genre) to match the chapter so the chapter reads like a correct/ideal answer.\n- If the chapter’s content implies sensitive themes, include a brief, neutral content note in the prompt.\n- Avoid naming specific characters or franchises; use generic roles (e.g., “a queen and her sworn protector”).\n- Keep it concise (one or two sentences), actionable, and classroom-ready.\n\nOutput your question within <begin> and <end> tags.\n\nGuidance:\n- Match the chapter’s core elements (e.g., f/f romance, rivalry-to-allies, slow burn, post-battle comfort, political intrigue).\n- Mirror its narrative stance (e.g., third-person limited past tense), and approximate its length (e.g., “800–1500 words”).\n- If the chapter centers a scene type, make that explicit (e.g., “a reunion scene after a long separation” or “an argument that turns into confession”).",
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"content": "You are given a chapter. Your job is to craft ONE WRITING PROMPT such that the provided chapter could plausibly serve as a strong example response to that prompt.\n\nCHAPTER:\nChapter Text\nI can hear a voice.\nIt resounds, far away like thunder.\nIt brushes against my hand like a flower.\nEmerald eyes opened to a vortex of water pulling him down, deeper into the turbulent depths. His heart pounded as his arms frantically pushed against the current, trying desperately to surface.\nI can’t - can’t breathe - I can’t breathe! - But I need air - I need to - I need -\nYukio gasped, water flooding his lungs.\nAnd he\nbreathed.\nThe swirling eased, calmed. He felt weightless, felt a gentle force pressing against his skin from every direction. His eyes opened to find an endless abyss surrounding him, his only discernible sight that of his own hands floating in front of him as he slowly sank further into the void.\nHe was impossibly far down now, his vision dimming in the lowlight. But his heart calmed as he breathed in the water.\n“Te…”\nWhat is that? A voice?\n“...s…a”\nI don’t understand.\n“Sh…o…”\nYukio looked around, his head moving in the water, noticing the way the density pushed back pleasantly against his skin.\n“Who are you?!” he shouted, no bubbles leaving his mouth though the sound reverberated around him, his words unintelligible to his own ears.\nHow can I possibly understand them when I can’t understand myself? Who’s calling me? Where are they? Why can I hear a voice?\n“Shi…”\n“Who are you?!”\n“Yuki…?”\nYukio groaned, cuddling further into Toshiro’s side.\n“Bad dream?” Toshiro asked softly. Yukio allowed himself to relax into the feeling of calloused fingers threading through his hair.\n“It didn’t feel like a dream,” Yukio murmured. “It felt so real…”\n“Can you tell me what happened?”\nYukio didn’t have any trouble recalling, “There was so much water… I was surrounded by it, pushed down, so deep the light around me dimmed. But somehow, I could breathe. And I could hear a voice…”\n“A voice?”\nYukio hummed in affirmation. “I couldn’t make anything out - no words… But I know it was calling to me.”\nToshiro held him tighter and Yukio breathed in his calming scent, allowing himself to settle in his mate’s arms. “Did you feel afraid?” Toshiro asked, his tone gently coaxing.\nYukio slowly shook his head, feeling exhaustion pulling at his mind as the pace of his pounding heart relaxed. “No… well… maybe at first… But when I could breathe the water, I lost my fear of drowning. Then I began to hear a voice, calling.”\nToshiro nuzzled into his hair and Yukio settled completely, his heart and body relaxed once more as he drifted back to sleep, soaking in the sensation of being held.\nWhen he woke again, his skin was radiating so much heat, he felt like he was on fire. His wonderful alpha was already slowly fucking him, his slightly larger body curled around him, spooning him from behind. His voice felt raw, like he’d already been moaning loudly for some time. “Toshiro…” he pleaded, his hand reaching back to grasp his alpha’s hip. “Please, alpha… need your knot…”\nToshiro growled directly into his ear, picking up his pace. His alpha already knew exactly how to move to unravel him now. Yukio cried out, his body shaking as pleasure assaulted him, combining with the overwhelming heat. “Please! Fuck - Yes! Alpha, please - please knot me - I - I need it - please! Toshiro!” Yukio gasped, almost sobbing with relief when he finally felt his knot lock inside him and felt Toshiro’s tongue at his neck, forcing Yukio’s body to milk his cock with every stroke to where he’d bitten him.\nThis is the third day of this…\nYukio thought, softly moaning each time Toshiro forced Yukio’s body to clench around him and felt more cool liquid and icy reiatsu fill him.\nNot that I don’t love this… But the heat… The need… I feel like it’s getting worse, not better, with every wave… I need to reconnect to my own power, repair my own reiatsu. My alpha is trying his hardest but his energy can’t possibly combine with mine, as severed as my connection is.\n“Alpha… need… my PSP…” Yukio managed out, gasping again as his dragon growled softly and bit gently at his neck. “Fuck that feels amazing… please, alpha… you’re filling me so good… I can’t take it all on my own…”\nToshiro keened softly. Yukio felt a kiss to the tip of his ear before Toshiro shifted, turning his upper body to grab his Fullbring device. The action caused his hips to shift and Yukio moaned brokenly as the large knot within him shifted.\nHe’s so fucking big and it just feels amazing. I want to feel more of that…\nHis PSP was set into his hand, the device immediately pulling the excess energy from him. He sighed in relief, mindlessly starting a slow rotation of his own hips, just to feel that knot within him shift and stretch him.\nToshiro wrapped his arms around him, clinging to him from behind. He began nuzzling the back of Yukio's head as soft whimpers and growls left him. Because of the continuous shifting, his alpha was filling him with a slow, continuous stream. Yukio was getting drunk off the sensation again, lost in the feeling of cool liquid filling him, icy reiatsu flowing through him. He remained acutely aware of Toshiro’s emotions through their connection, and as soon as exhaustion began to enter into his alpha’s pleasure, Yukio forced himself to let go of his PSP and still his hips.\nThe pair drifted in and out together, recovering. When Toshiro’s knot softened enough for him to slip out, he repeated his actions from the day before, keeping himself otherwise hard by slowly fucking him, not allowing a drop of what he’d given him to leak out. As much as Yukio attempted to breathe through the stimulation, his alpha’s size made it impossible for him to not repeatedly hit that place inside him that made his vision hazy. His heat was settled but his pleasure steadily built. He was certain Toshiro could feel exactly what he was doing to him because he moved just right to slowly bring him back to the edge. He was powerless to stop himself as his alpha pushed him over that edge, shaking, coming over his own abs in a mess.\n“You feel… pleased… with yourself…” Yukio panted, still shaking.\nToshiro hummed, nuzzling into his hair. “I love hearing you purr for me… I could smell how much you needed me, could feel how desperate your body was through our bond. The more I touched you, the more you purred and moaned for me. You purred the most when I entered you. I wanted to wait for you to wake up to knot you though. It was hard to hold back, your purr vibrates every part of you, but I love hearing you tell me to knot you the most. I love knowing how much you want me.”\nWhat have I turned my sweet innocent shinigami into?\n“I do want you, so much it’s almost alarming. My heat is getting worse, Toshiro. I think it’s because I’m not able to properly absorb what you’re giving me with my power like this. It’s making every wave I feel more intense, more desperate. We need to fix me, before all I can do is beg for your knot. I love feeling you, I love being yours, but I don’t want to lose myself.”\n“I’ll send a message to the Fourth,” Toshiro murmured, curling even more around him and holding him tight. “I don’t want you to lose yourself either. If you feel like it’s getting worse, I believe you. I’ll do anything to keep you safe, even if that’s from your omega instincts.”\n“Thank you,” Yukio murmured.\nYukio watched with fascination as Toshiro sent a message through a butterfly, of all things. He was then carried to the wash room, gently cleaned, and dressed in another gorgeous kimono to await their guest. Already, Yukio could feel his temperature rising again, his cheeks flushed and radiating. He fanned himself absent-mindedly with his hand, his eyes on the door to the cabin. Toshiro was busy in the kitchen, cooking again. Yukio was purposefully not watching him. If he focused on his gorgeous alpha, it only made the heat worse.\nIt’s barely been over three hours since he filled me, this is definitely getting worse.\nA soft knock at the cabin door made Yukio sit up and straighten his clothes. Toshiro allowed their guest inside, speaking softly to the healer before waving him to join Yukio. The blonde assessed him as he walked over and settled beside him.\nHe looks like he needs more sleep. Even at my lowest the bags under my eyes weren’t that pronounced. He seems kind at least.\n“Sorry for the house call. I’m Yukio.”\n“Hanataro Yamada,” the healer responded. His voice just the right amount of shyness to spark Yukio’s interest.\nCute and timid? He’s my height too…\n“And it’s no trouble. I know Hitsugaya-taicho wants to keep his status as an alpha a secret. It makes sense he’d ask me to come here to treat his omega…”\nHanataro trailed off, exhausted blue eyes looking him over - though Yukio could tell he was fully present and looking at\nhim,\nnot just a patient. “You are… very beautiful…” he murmured before he seemed to remember himself. “Sorry! I just say what I think sometimes. I wish I were even half as beautiful as you. You’re a perfect omega.”\nYukio smirked, leaning into Hanataro’s space. “I think you’re at least half as beautiful as me. You just need to take better care of yourself, get better sleep. You shouldn’t be so hard on yourself.”\nHe’s just my type… I doubt my dragon wants to share but it’s fun to flirt with him a bit. He’s sweet, naturally submissive, and he really would be pretty with some proper self-care.\n“How do you know my alpha?”\n“Ano…” Hanataro stammered, his own face flushing. “I’ve done a few missions with Hitsugaya-taicho. I could smell he was an alpha from our first mission together but I kept that to myself, which he appreciated. Ever since, I’m usually the healer he requests to treat him at home. He’s not very skilled at kaido, and I don’t mind.”\n“I’m sure you don’t,” Yukio murmured. He took a deep breath, catching the other’s scent. He smelled sweeter than anyone else he’d met. “You smelled that he was an alpha? You’re an omega too?”\nHanataro nodded, whimpering softly and tilting his chin upwards to give better access to his neck.\nSo wonderfully submissive… It really is amazing that Toshiro kept himself innocent with this lovely omega at his beck and call.\nHe couldn’t help but lean further into the other man’s space, asking softly in his ear, “How often did you come here hoping for my alpha to choose you instead? I’m sure you know he was waiting for his true mate, I’m sure you know how faithful and determined he is. And yet, you couldn’t help but dream of him, could you?”\n“No…” Hanataro whispered.\n“It’s alright. I can’t blame you, he’s so strong and sexy. I hope you find what you’re looking for some day, little flower. You really shouldn’t be so hard on yourself. Toshiro was too innocent to see but I can assure you, if I had met you as a human and you had shown this level of interest in me, you’d already be moaning under me…”\nYukio leaned back to give the little healer a bit of space, smirking as he noticed how dilated his pretty blue eyes were, how labored his breathing had become.\n“Everything alright?”\nYukio’s smile softened as he looked up at his alpha. “More than. Hana-chan is adorable, don’t you think?”\nToshiro raised an eyebrow. “I suppose.”\nI’m going to have far too much fun later enlightening him on how oblivious he’s been to this sweet omega’s crush on him. I’m glad he was oblivious though, because now he’s mine…\nYukio groaned softly, his thoughts and his alpha’s attention on him flaming the heat within him. “Toshiro…”\nHis alpha was by his side in an instant, wrapping an arm around him and holding him against his side. “Yuki? You need me again?”\nYukio took a shuddering breath. “Yes… but I can wait, at least long enough for you to eat. I drained you quite a bit already today.” Yukio’s gaze shifted to Hanataro, noting how the other omega was biting his lip, how flushed his cheeks were.\nBeing around us like this is probably torture for him. I don’t mean to flaunt my relationship with his crush in front of him.\n“This is why Toshiro called you. My heat is getting worse, I’m losing what control I had.”\nSomething in Hanataro’s expression changed and he leaned forward, looking him over critically - this time definitely like he was a patient.\nGood, there’s a capable healer under that insecurity and low self-esteem. I knew there must be, for Toshiro to keep calling on him.\nHanataro raised a softly-glowing hand, holding it just above Yukio’s heated skin. “I don’t understand, you don’t feel like a mated omega. But you have a mate bite…”\n“His saketsu was severed,” Toshiro explained, his tone clearly worried. “He fell into heat so soon after I brought him here. I’ve tried my best to meet that need but none of my reiatsu is able to fuse with his own.”\n“His body is trying to force the completion of your bond,” Hanataro murmured. “This will continue to get worse until his body considers the bond complete. The periods of time he’s lucid will get shorter and shorter until he’s locked in this heat. He needs to bond with an Asauchi immediately. Only a spirit can heal this kind of damage. I can help make sure the bond between them forms and help it to heal more rapidly but only a spirit can reach his soul in this state. Without that, there’s very little I can do.”\n“He has a Fullbring item, would that work the same way?”\nHanataro shook his head. “Fullbring is different. The spirit of his item can likely reach out to him, but I can’t lock onto that bond like I can the bond between a shinigami and their zanpakuto to help it heal - no one in the Fourth has the proper experience for that. And we don’t have the time to allow the bond to heal naturally.”\nToshiro summoned another butterfly. As it fluttered away, he informed, “I’ve asked Byakuya to bring us one. Only a captain can request one, and I don’t want to leave Yukio in this state.”\n“That’s a good idea,” Yukio murmured, his mind beginning to fog from the heat burning beneath his skin. “You can’t fill me if you aren’t here…” he purred, turning into him and licking at the mating mark he’d gifted his alpha with.\nToshiro growled softly, pulling him closer to sit in his lap.\n“Should I… let you…” Hanataro stammered, his face flushing a bright red.\nYukio smirked, noticing immediately how impossible it was for the other omega to look away. “Alpha… Did you know our sweet little Hana-chan wants your knot too?”\nToshiro’s growl turned possessive and Hanataro flinched back. “I’m not upset, my dragon,” Yukio soothed quickly. “I know you’re mine. And how could I fault him for that desire when I can scarcely think of anything right now other than feeling you fill me again? I only bring it up because I’m beginning to lose my mind with need and I’m not sure I’m going to be able to wait much longer. I don’t mind him being here, I don’t even mind him being in the same room, watching as you breed me. Maybe seeing us together will help him move on, find his own mate. Maybe I just like the idea of an audience seeing how well you fuck me.”\nToshiro stood, Yukio held effortlessly in his strong arms. “Give us a moment, Hana-chan,” the alpha forced out, his words barely discernible through his growl. “You can raise a kido sound barrier if you like. I need to have a conversation with my omega. I hope you’ll still help us.”\n“Of course, Hitsugaya-taicho,” Hanataro murmured, bowing low from his seated position. “I understand heat-fever. I… have experienced it myself,” he admitted softly. “I know you’re a good alpha. Please take care of your omega.”\nYukio watched the other omega closely, his purr growing louder in approval of the other man.\nSuch a sweet soul. I can’t imagine going through this feeling alone. I suppose that’s mostly his decision, and Toshiro’s, but still… I don’t like that idea. It seems cruel not to help.\nToshiro brought him back to their shared room, closing the door behind them. Yukio didn’t hesitate to start kissing his alpha’s bonding bite, needing him more than he had this entire experience. His alpha growled low, turning to press him against the wall beside the door, shifting him easily so Yukio’s legs were locked around him.\n“I do need to talk to you,” Toshiro managed to say through his continuous, low growling.\n“Later?” Yukio pouted. He could feel his alpha’s cock through his clothing and he\nneeded\nit. “You can be quick - you can take me right here, against this wall. Please, alpha…”\nToshiro’s growl grew louder and Yukio saw the shift in his usually docile teal eyes.\nFuck he’s so hot. I can feel he’s not entirely happy with me - maybe he’ll actually be rough with me? I’ve never wanted someone to put me in my place before but I like the idea that he’ll push back if he doesn’t like what I say or do. I guess, at least when it comes to my mate, I don’t want perfect obedience…\nYukio’s purr grew as his kimono was released, the silk fabric parted, hanging only by his arms through the sleeves. He wasn’t prepared to then be slid up the wall, his legs forced to release Toshiro’s waist to settle around his shoulders instead. Yukio proceeded to lose his mind as his alpha swallowed his cock and used his fingers to fill him, quickly inserting one after the other until he locked his fist inside him. Yukio wasn’t expecting it to feel so similar to a knot. He came hard with a broken moan, his body trembling. “Alpha…” he whined. “Need…” He gasped, emerald eyes widening as he felt his mate’s icy reiatsu enter him. It was far slower than when he was bred properly but it was soothing his heat nonetheless.\nWhen his heat calmed, Toshiro carefully withdrew his mouth and hand, setting him gently on the bed. He left for a moment - Yukio heard the water run in the attached water closet - and returned with clean hands and a wet towel. Yukio hummed in contentment as Toshiro wiped the sweat and mess away. He was then coaxed to stand so Toshiro could re-tie his beautiful clothes around him. “You feel calm again,” Toshiro murmured.\n“You take perfect care of me,” Yukio responded, his voice just as soft and filled with appreciation. “Even though you weren’t pleased with me, you still took care of me…” Yukio’s voice faded as he stepped closer, wrapping his arms around his precious alpha.\nCare was always conditional before. How can he possibly still love me, even when I’m being an insensitive jerk?\n“I’ll always take care of you,” Toshiro assured. “Even if you lose your mind entirely and I need to cage you in ice to protect you from yourself. You are my omega, you are always my first priority. You are also correct in that I wasn’t happy with how you spoke to Hana-chan. He is very dear to me and very vulnerable as an unmated omega. I think I knew he wished for me to be his true mate, but neither of us are willing to settle for anyone less than that. Watching me breed you would only make him more depressed over not finding his alpha yet.”\n“You said every alpha has a true mate… does every omega?” Yukio asked, his expression dipping into a frown.\nFrom what he told me, there would automatically be more omegas than alphas…\n“No, they don’t,” Toshiro sighed. “Which Hana-chan knows, all too well.”\n“So he’s waiting for someone that may never exist?” Yukio scoffed.\n“Yes. And that’s his choice,” Toshiro reminded. “Just as it was mine to wait for you. I could have courted Hana-chan, we may have even been happy, but I already knew what it was like to be with my true mate. I could never have courted him while wishing he was someone else. As for him, omegas can only mate once. Once they receive a mating mark and bond with their partner’s reiatsu, they can’t bond that way with any other soul. So it’s important he’s certain. We need to respect his wishes and allow him that choice.”\n“Omegas can only mate once… what about alphas?”\nToshiro was silent for a moment before admitting, “Alphas can have sex without creating a mating bond. My father successfully bonded with two women, though one was a reincarnation of the other. There are stories, deep in the Kuchiki records, of harems for the Kuchiki head of the family. I’m sure those stories exist in my own family records, had the Shiba family bothered to record our history. I have researched it, since I lost my own mate. There were very dark days when I was certain I’d never find you again and I asked myself how much longer I could possibly live in solitude.\n“To answer your question, in all honesty, I don’t know. I don’t know if an alpha can have more than one bonded omega at a time, or simply have more than one lover while only having one bonded mate. The tradition fell out of practice and there’s very few people I could ask in the first place. I wasn’t willing to lose my ability to bond with you to an uncertainty.”\n“I understand,” Yukio murmured, nuzzling into his alpha’s jawline. “Thank you for waiting for me.”\nToshiro wrapped his arms around him and held him close. “You really wouldn’t have minded him watching?” he asked with a chuckle.\n“The state I was in? I wouldn’t have cared if your entire division was watching,” Yukio chuckled. “Besides, what do I have to be ashamed of? My alpha thinks I’m beautiful - even Hana-chan said he thinks I’m beautiful - and you're the most gorgeous man I’ve ever met. Why wouldn’t I want to show off what you do to me?”\nToshiro kissed him gently. Yukio could feel his slime against his lips and his pride through their connection.\nI really hope I didn’t make Hanataro uncomfortable though. I need to remember, I can’t act as I would here with other humans, especially fellow omegas.\nWhen Toshiro broke their kiss, Yukio murmured, “I’ll try to do better. I do understand. I’ll apologize to him. I also wish there was some way to help him with his heats. This is only bearable because I have you, and he’s far from hard on the eyes. You realize that I didn’t wait to find you… right? I didn’t know this was an option, I was just a dumb kid with way too much money, resources, and time.”\n“I gathered,” Toshiro murmured. “There’s a part of me - that alpha side - that doesn’t enjoy hearing that. There’s a possessiveness I feel for you I’ve never felt towards anyone else. But I don’t think you were wrong and I don’t judge you for not waiting for me. After all, you had no memory of me. I still found you, I still made you mine.”\nYukio began purring gently again.\nIt’s in moments like this that I can really tell his age. He’s not just smart - he’s empathetic, and wise. It’s a good thing we’re not both young and reckless with our words.\n“I love you…” he murmured.\nToshiro kissed his forehead and took his hand. “I love you. Come, I just felt Byakuya’s reiatsu flare, he’s almost here.”\nYukio followed him out, stopping beside Hanataro as Toshiro continued towards the door. The blonde turned to look over the other omega, feeling his heart clench at the way Hanataro was focused on the floor. Yukio sank to his knees beside him and bowed on the floor. “I apologize,\" he stated, waiting for Hanataro’s acceptance or refusal. He tried to keep his breathing calm as he waited, his eyes closed against his hands.\nI’ve never done this for anyone before. But… he’s important to Toshiro, and I really didn’t mean to hurt him.\nForgiveness didn’t matter to me before…\nThings are different now.\n\nRequirements for the writing prompt you produce:\n- It should be a standalone assignment-style instruction (e.g., “Write a short story about…”).\n- It must be satisfiable using only what appears in the chapter (no external canon required).\n- Calibrate the prompt’s scope (length, POV/tense, tone, genre) to match the chapter so the chapter reads like a correct/ideal answer.\n- If the chapter’s content implies sensitive themes, include a brief, neutral content note in the prompt.\n- Avoid naming specific characters or franchises; use generic roles (e.g., “a queen and her sworn protector”).\n- Keep it concise (one or two sentences), actionable, and classroom-ready.\n\nOutput your question within <begin> and <end> tags.\n\nGuidance:\n- Match the chapter’s core elements (e.g., f/f romance, rivalry-to-allies, slow burn, post-battle comfort, political intrigue).\n- Mirror its narrative stance (e.g., third-person limited past tense), and approximate its length (e.g., “800–1500 words”).\n- If the chapter centers a scene type, make that explicit (e.g., “a reunion scene after a long separation” or “an argument that turns into confession”).",
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"content": "You are given a chapter. Your job is to craft ONE WRITING PROMPT such that the provided chapter could plausibly serve as a strong example response to that prompt.\n\nCHAPTER:\nChapter Text\nAnother \"fructiferous\" meeting of the council had just ended when Castaspella was stopped by Shadow Weaver on her way out of the chamber.\n—What is it now?— the young sorceress asked, hands on her hips.\n—What are you wearing?— the Tyrant asked back, eying her brand-new cape.\n—Do you like it? I made it!— she smiled brightly.\n—It's… very pink.\n—You don't like it…— Castaspella realized, suddenly full of dread.\n—And you care?\n—Of course!\n—You shouldn't. Don't be stupid. If\nyou\nlike it, why should you care whether\nI\ndo?\nShadow Weaver sounded aloof as expected, but it didn't escape the sorceress that she was, weirdly enough, trying to be \"supportive\".\nOdd.\n—Thanks for the advice?— Castaspella uttered, confused. —Are you feeling alright?\n—Sure…\n—Ah… We'll talk more later, alright?— she sighed, itching to hold her hand or\nsomething\nbut refusing to do so since it would likely anger the woman as they could be seen. —I have work to do…\n—As you wish— the Tyrant agreed, sounding quite tired.\nIt was strange, seeing Shadow Weaver like that, and a feeling of unease followed Castaspella the rest of the day.\nHowever, she made her best effort to stay focused and \"give her class\" to the her fellow councillors.\nIt was a slow day, so they had all the time in the world to focus on learning new skills.\nThey began by practicing a few stitches, learnt some pattern-making, and then moved onto starting each of their personal projects.\nCastaspella was sure this would be the best way to learn new skills: Applying them!\nBy the time she arrived at Shadow Weaver's chamber that night, the young sorceress was feeling quite accomplished.\n—Evening!— she announced herself as she walked in.\n—You're finally here— the Tyrant noticed. —I was starting to wonder whether you'd show up or not.\n—Why wouldn't I come?\n—I've learnt of your\nselfless\noffer to help those pathetic councillors be at least half as capable as you…— she began, smirking. Her mask laid on the desk while her clothes had already been exchanged for her night robes. —It's good to see you weren't too busy to remember your promise to \"talk later\"— she added, dragging the point. —After all, we have many things to discuss.\n—Oh, really? So you want to talk about whatever was going on with you this morning?— Castaspella defiantly asked, folding her arms as she approached.\n—Sure, but first: Why don't you tell me about those personal things you've been getting while shopping for the Island's supplies?\n—Hold on, hold on. I buy my stuff with my own money!\n—\nOnly\nyour stuff?— Shadow Weaver insisted, squinting.\n—Shit. You are talking about…\n—The supplies for Mystacor that you\nalso\nbuy with your money, yes— she interrupted, standing up to approach the sorceress too. —You can't keep making up for the missing money. If the funds aren't enough, then you\ndon't\nbuy \"everything needed\", only the essentials.\n—But if it's needed…\n—No buts. The Island is now indebted to you. Was that your goal?\n—No, no!\n—Then listen to me, Castaspella, and stop buying supplies for everyone with your personal money— she insisted, stopping in front of her. —Once again, I have to remind you you're only safe because of my favour. Otherwise, I would have to punish you for forcing this situation.\n—Then resign the favour if you\nso\nwant to punish me, I don't care. I'll keep helping Mystacor however I can, and there's absolutely no debt as far as I'm concerned.\n—Wrong answer.\n—Fuck you…\n—\nAdorable\n— the Tyrant mocked her. But only for a moment before she noticed something. Castaspella wasn't looking so defiant anymore. —What's wrong?\n—Who else knows?\n—About?\n—The money I've been putting to buy supplies.\n—No one, as far as I know.\n—Oh… Good…\n—I'll ask again: What's wrong? Why are you suddenly so scared?— she pressed on, suspicious.\n—I-I just… It's the same as usual. I don't want people to think I'm somehow \"buying\" that favour you\nso\nlove to remind me you're giving me…\n—I wouldn't let that happen and you\nknow\nthat. We don't have to do anything you don't want to— Shadow Weaver reminded her, gently grabbing her chin to make her look at her. —Am I clear?\n—O-of course. I don't… Ah…— Castaspella sighed. —It's not that I don't want to. I just- I don't like how it feels… doing it all\nhidden\n. Besides, it's obvious to\neveryone\nthat you're favouring me and, to be honest, even I myself don't know why you do!\n—That's easy to fix— she smirked. —In short, you've proved me wrong time and again. When I first met you, I only paid attention to you because you were Micah's sister. I\nknow\nI said otherwise, but that's the truth. And yet, only a few weeks later, you proved to me you were\nmore\nthan just his sister. Every presumption I'd made, you demonstrated that you're even better than I could imagine, that your intentions are pure, perhaps too much for my taste, and that you care for others to an extent I do not. You're willing to give your all for others…— she explained. —You… represent all the things I've abandoned. Everything I have no hope for because of my past, which I can't help but admire…— she admitted. Then, with a deep breath, the Tyrant finally proposed —If you prefer, then I'd have no problem making it all public. If we make it official, I suppose it'll stop looking so suspicious. And, of course, I wouldn't let anyone disrespect you.\n—You\nmean it\n?— the young sorceress asked, eyes shining.\nBefore replying, Shadow Weaver smirked and pulled her in for a kiss.\n—Of course. I want\neveryone\nto know you're mine; the brightest mind of Mystacor, to whom almost everyone owes their lives, belongs to me— she said, in a low tone. —Or, not \"belong\", if you prefer, just… \"favours me as much as I do\". What do you think?\nCastaspella couldn't help but smile wide and nodded, throwing her arms around the Tyrant's neck.\nShadow Weaver picked her up, took her to the bed, and laid down with her while they kissed for a moment.\n—I would love that— the young sorceress finally said.\n—Then you'll have to let me mark you.\n—Okay?— Castaspella giggled, raising a brow, unsure of what that meant.\nWith a mischievous smirk, the old woman caught her in another kiss.\nHotter, this time.\nLiterally burning.\nWhat was happening!?\nShe'd soon find out…\nHumming in pain as the burning sensation became unbearable, Castaspella closed her eyes tightly, hoping it'd end soon, not daring to push her away.\nFor some reason, she didn't\nwant to\npush her away.\nFortunately it did end soon.\nAs Shadow Weaver pulled away, the cool air got rid of the burning sensation pretty quickly and the young sorceress could open her eyes again.\nThe Tyrant was looking at her with a glint of something…\nSuspicious.\n—Black suits you— she then whispered, smirking still.\n—Huh?\nShe was looking at her lips.\nWhat exactly did she mean!?\n—You may want to check the mirror.\n—What did you do… Oh, my Stars… Will I regret accepting?\n—I sure hope you won't.\nHuffing, Castaspella got up from the bed and went to Shadow Weaver's vanity.\nAnd sure enough, there it was: \"black lipstick\" on her lips.\n—This is\nnot\nlipstick— she told herself.\n—No.\n—What is this?\n—Just the mark I mentioned.\n—What does it do?\n—It's symbolic.\n—Woman…\n—I'm telling you it's symbolic. It's just that. Won't affect you in any way but sends a clear message— she explained, still laying in bed comfortably.\n—I don't… hate it? But it's so\nstrange\n— Castaspella admitted, looking at her reflection with more detail. —I don't even use make-up, this is so weird…\n—I still think it suits you.\n—Thank you— she said this time, blushing. —But… What will I say when asked about it?\n—You\ncan\nlie and say it's mere lipstick… Or you can answer it's none of their business. It'll be evident to everyone once we make it public.\n—So we're actually announcing it like some kind of event?\nShadow Weaver cackled and stood up from the bed to approach her.\n—You want it to be an event? I can do that…\n—I don't know? I'm not sure…\n—We'll do whatever you prefer.\n—I suppose a public announcement\nwould\nmake things easier for me— Castaspella admitted, sighing. —Alright. Let's do that, then. I have no idea what could be said, but as long as you make sure I don't look like some…\n—You won't look like anything you aren't. My partner; that's what you are.\nThe sorceress let out a soft smile that the Tyrant couldn't resist and they kissed again, more tenderly this time.\nSeveral hours later, they were lying in bed on each other's arms, breath shallow as they recovered from an exhausting make-out session.\nCastaspella buried her face on Shadow Weaver's neck and hummed, satisfied. Slowly, she began kissing the Tyrant under her chin, pressing her lips deliberately over the tender skin of her scars.\nEventually, she surrendered to sleep with just one thought in her mind: the following day would change everything. Hopefully for the best…\nShe'd make sure of that.\n\nRequirements for the writing prompt you produce:\n- It should be a standalone assignment-style instruction (e.g., “Write a short story about…”).\n- It must be satisfiable using only what appears in the chapter (no external canon required).\n- Calibrate the prompt’s scope (length, POV/tense, tone, genre) to match the chapter so the chapter reads like a correct/ideal answer.\n- If the chapter’s content implies sensitive themes, include a brief, neutral content note in the prompt.\n- Avoid naming specific characters or franchises; use generic roles (e.g., “a queen and her sworn protector”).\n- Keep it concise (one or two sentences), actionable, and classroom-ready.\n\nOutput your question within <begin> and <end> tags.\n\nGuidance:\n- Match the chapter’s core elements (e.g., f/f romance, rivalry-to-allies, slow burn, post-battle comfort, political intrigue).\n- Mirror its narrative stance (e.g., third-person limited past tense), and approximate its length (e.g., “800–1500 words”).\n- If the chapter centers a scene type, make that explicit (e.g., “a reunion scene after a long separation” or “an argument that turns into confession”).",
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“\nBats doesn’t want you. But I do.”\nJason stopped dreaming about Batman breaking down the door. Stopped counting the days. Stopped believing there was an “after.”\nArkham was his world. Joker was his sun. The laughter was inescapable.\n————————————————————————————\nThe next day didn’t start with chains or a beating. It started with a bucket.\nOne of the goons shoved it into Jason’s hands, the rusty handle biting his swollen fingers. “Boss says clean the floor,” the thug grunted.\nJason blinked at him. “What?” His voice was sandpaper.\n“Floor. Mop. Don’t make me repeat it.”\nJason’s knees buckled as they shoved him into the asylum’s mess hall. The stench hit him first. Rot. Spilled food. Something worse. Stains that weren’t just ketchup. A cockroach skittered across his bare foot.\nJoker was already there, sitting cross-legged on a table, chewing on something that looked suspiciously raw. He waved cheerily.\n“Rise and shine, bird boy! Time for chores! You don’t wanna be a bad guest, do you?”\nJason said nothing. He dipped the mop in the bucket. The water was cloudy brown, full of grime, chunks floating in it. His stomach lurched.\n“Down, down, down you go,” Joker sing-songed, clapping his hands. “Scrub scrub scrub, make it shine! And remember—if I can still smell it, you’re not done!”\nJason dragged the mop over sticky stains. His wrists trembled. Every push sent a jolt of pain through his ribs. He grit his teeth and kept moving.\nBehind him, Joker’s goons lounged, watching like it was a comedy show.\n“Faster, birdy,” one jeered. “Or he’ll get the bat again.”\nJason’s arms shook harder. He pushed until his palms split open against the wooden handle. The blood smeared the mop. He bit his tongue to choke back a sound.\nJoker hopped off the table, crouching behind him like a coach correcting a child’s form. He pressed his hand to Jason’s back, shoving him lower until Jason’s face was inches from the filth.\n“See, seeeeee? You’re missing the details!” Joker giggled. “Gotta really get in there, boy wonder! Make love to that floor!”\nJason gagged, bile burning his throat. The mop slipped from his hands.\nJoker pouted. “Oh nooo, is the little bird tired?”\nJason forced the mop back up, hands trembling, jaw clenched. He kept scrubbing.\n“Atta boy!” Joker chirped, ruffling his greasy hair. “Oh, you’re learning! You know what comes after chores? Dinner time!”\nJason froze. Dinner.\nThat word didn’t mean food here.\n--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------\nThat night, they brought him to Joker’s office. Dinner was a game—always a game. Sometimes Joker ate. Sometimes Jason had to eat. Sometimes the goons laughed while Jason sat chained, food just out of reach, stomach clawing itself empty.\nTonight Joker shoved a tin plate at him. A lump of meat sat in the center, undercooked, red leaking into the metal.\nJason stared at it. His stomach turned.\n“Eat up, birdy,” Joker said sweetly, knife flashing in his hand. “Don’t make me feed you myself.”\nJason’s chest rose and fell fast. He shook his head. “I can’t…”\nThe knife tapped against his cheek, just hard enough to sting. Joker’s grin widened.\n“Oh, I think you can.”\nJason’s hands shook as he picked up the meat. It was cold. Wet. Squishy. His throat closed when he raised it. Joker’s eyes bore into him.\nJason gagged as he bit down, the taste of iron flooding his mouth. Laughter erupted around him. Joker clapped like a proud father.\n“Look at him, boys! Look at my little birdie! Doing his chores, eating his supper—why, he’s practically family now!”\nJason choked the meat down. His stomach rebelled, bile burning the back of his throat. His eyes watered, but he swallowed, because he knew what happened if he didn’t.\nAnd when he was done, Joker patted his cheek, smearing blood across his skin.\n“Good boy,” Joker whispered. “Good, obedient boy.”\nJason curled into himself that night, rocking in the corner of his cell. His stomach cramped, his hands still raw from scrubbing. His lips trembled. Knowing Joker that was probably some poor soul's meat.\n\nRequirements for the writing prompt you produce:\n- It should be a standalone assignment-style instruction (e.g., “Write a short story about…”).\n- It must be satisfiable using only what appears in the chapter (no external canon required).\n- Calibrate the prompt’s scope (length, POV/tense, tone, genre) to match the chapter so the chapter reads like a correct/ideal answer.\n- If the chapter’s content implies sensitive themes, include a brief, neutral content note in the prompt.\n- Avoid naming specific characters or franchises; use generic roles (e.g., “a queen and her sworn protector”).\n- Keep it concise (one or two sentences), actionable, and classroom-ready.\n\nOutput your question within <begin> and <end> tags.\n\nGuidance:\n- Match the chapter’s core elements (e.g., f/f romance, rivalry-to-allies, slow burn, post-battle comfort, political intrigue).\n- Mirror its narrative stance (e.g., third-person limited past tense), and approximate its length (e.g., “800–1500 words”).\n- If the chapter centers a scene type, make that explicit (e.g., “a reunion scene after a long separation” or “an argument that turns into confession”).",
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"content": "You are given a chapter. Your job is to craft ONE WRITING PROMPT such that the provided chapter could plausibly serve as a strong example response to that prompt.\n\nCHAPTER:\nChapter Text\nInuyasha sighed putting down the papers.\n\"How long will it take for you to come and greet me?\"\nThe night became silent. Not a single thing could be heard. The man jumped off the roof and onto the grass. His silver-ish white hair blowing away by the firm wind, the slight glow from his hair as the light hit it made his presence obtrusive. His facial expression remaining as solemn and sharp as always.\nIn front of Inuyasha stood his older brother, a most irritating man, Sesshomaru.\nInuyasha thought that he looked no different from before. It gave him odd pain looking at his brother. 'He's the same.'\n\"It seems my little brother has been busy playing pretend.\"\nBefore, everything that Sesshomaru said would have angered him because of how straightforward he was, but now Inuyasha could hear the tiny bits of emotion he put into his words. The underlying, message, and meaning, how the demon was more expressive then he thought.\n\"Yes.\" Inuyasha agreed. \"It's been a few years Sesshomaru.\"\n\"...\"\nSesshomaru looked down at Inuyasha. He has seen his change from a distance but now that he could see him closely, all he could think is how truly different he is. He was observant, clever, still a bit slow, but he's always trying to think a few steps ahead. His attitude, his posture, his speech, in those few seconds he observed. Sesshomaru noticed every component that made up the half-demon. Anything and everything was leading him to conclusions that he has grown.\n\"You've changed.You look more human.\"\n\"I can't exactly live here if I looked like a demon. And you seem to have changed yourself.\" Inuyasha leaned back. \"For one thing your talking to me, nicely.\"\nIt wasn't that Sesshomaru was speaking \"nicely\", it was that he wasn't spouting insults at him in every sentence.\n\"Would it be better if I cut your limbs off as a reunion gift?\" He offered.\n'Ah, there it is.' Inuyasha was peculiarly pleased at his threat. Again nostalgia affected how merciful he was to proud familiars of his past. He his comment waved off. As much as this interaction was oddly nice he wondered why Sesshomaru is here. What does he want?\n\"Is there a reason for why you're here?\"\n\"Those companions of yours keep pestering me, to the point that Rin asked me to find you too.\"\nThe demon watched Inuyasha think and talk.\nCalm, grace, meticulous, none of which would have been words to describe him.\nEvery action, every glance of his was so out of place. 'How peculiar.'\nInuyasha hummed, nodding his head slightly. \"I see.\"\nThe half-demon could understand his brother coming all this way for Rin but there was just one thing that didn't add up. Inuyasha knew that this isn't the first time Sesshomaru has been here. There were 3 times he's been here over the years. This is just the first time the two officially met, but why would Sesshomaru lie about such a thing?\n\"Would you like to meet Moroha?\"\nSesshomaru was surprised. His facial expression didn't change much except his eyes widening slightly. That was enough to tell.\nInuyasha saw no need to prevent Sesshomaru from seeing his daughter. Even though he didn't like his brother that much he wouldn't stop him from having a relationship with his niece.\n\"I have seen her before. There's no need to meet again.\" He closed his eyes when speaking as if he was telling the truth.\nDoes he always close his eyes like this when he lied?\n\"Is that so?\" Inuyasha watched as their was a deafening silence. A silence that lasted a bit too long.\n\"You've gotten more annoying.\"\nThe half demon nodded. Inuyasha understood how it might be odd to see his indifferent reactions towards Sesshomaru. He isn't as impulsive as before.\nSesshomaru let out a defeated sigh and looked like he was about to leave. Then he remembered something.\n\"Oh, and it looks like there is an ember roaming your village.\" He warned. \"Be careful or it might just burn everything to the ground.\"\n\"I know, after all no one enters and leaves my land without me knowing.\" Inuyasha was so brazen when saying that. Though he wasn't wrong, but it was quite amusing, especially to Sesshomaru. A smirk formed and he let out a low chuckle clearly meant to mock Inuyasha.\n\"Goodbye.\"\nInuyasha watched as Sesshomaru disappeared into the night. He was puzzled. 'What was so funny?'\n———\nThere wasn't anything important planned for tomorrow. Since the itinerary was so open today Inuyasha would just go over the daily work, make a round around the manor, and meet with the farmers. A lot of walking around so shoes were needed. This was the only thing Inuyasha dreaded, and it doesn't help that he would be on his feet all day. Kouga wasn't here yet so Inuyasha would have some extra time to finish up the work before he can go for a stroll. It will have to be pushed to late evening since Inuyasha doesn't think he'll finish up anytime soon.\nMasami and Inuyasha came from the west wing of the manor and were walking in the front where the entrance is. While Masami was explaining what was left of the workload, Inuyasha listened. He wouldn't hate it as much if he could just not wear shoes like usual or maybe if Kouga was there it would have been more fun to tease him and talk with him like usual. Masami didn't joke much during work. Inuyasha was almost at his last straw. The half demon wanted to throw those wretched things away as far as he could.\nHe sighed. At least he was done with most of his work.\n\"My lord, it's Daimyo Hashigawa ahead.\" Masami whispered under his breath.\nInuyahsa let out another heavy sigh. 'Another problem is here.' Inuyasha and Lord Hashigawa approached each other. It didn't seem like his rowdy little bodyguard was around today.\n\"It looks like your busy today.\"\nThe half-demon compared his way of speaking to when they met and saw how he spoke with more emotion then before.\n\"I am, it's tiring to handle so much work as Daimyo.\" Lord Hashigawa nodded in agreement.\nInuyasha didn't notice this before but Lord Hashigawa was just a bit taller than him. Inuyasha had to keep tilting his head a bit higher so he could look him in the eyes. He was just a bit annoyed by it.\n\"I'm sure you have lots of work to look forward when you go home.\"\n\"It's the only bad thing about my stay.\" The stoic man had forgotten all about it all the paper work he would have to do. He didn't think it would be like this when he became a Daimyo. Inuyasha could sympathize with his dread.\n\"Well I'm glad to hear you enjoy your time here so much.\" He smiled.\nLord Hashigawa stared at him momentarily.\nIn the silence Inuyasha began to notice other stufff about the man. His shoulders were broad, he had a wide chest, his hands looked as if they were bigger than his, and his nose was a slim. It suit him well. He's a very handsome man.\n\"With someone like you here it wasn't hard to adjust.\" He lowered his head to take a closer look at Inuyasha's eyes. \"Your eyes are different.\"\nInuyasha was having difficulty comprehending what he was hearing. He still kept his expression the same. \"Yes their an uncommon color.\"\n\"Their quite beautiful.\" He spoke with stronger emotion this time.\n\"Hm?\"\nThe half-demon and Masami who was still behind them and having his existence ignored, were absolutely dumbfounded at what they just heard. Inuyasha was struggling to keep his smile. He wasn't even sure what to say to this. Was this just a compliment or is he being hit on? This wouldn't be the first time a lord has tried to flirt with him. How does he handle this?\nLuckily interrupting this awkward exchange was some ruckus from the entrance of the manor. All three men turning around to see what the commotion was all about.\n\"There is no spirit lingering here! Now leave!\"\n\"Just let me check just once! Let me met your lord!\"\n\"Get out of here! We don't need to let in some scammer monk!\"\nInuyasha froze. 'Monk? It.....couldn't be...'\n\"Fine, I'll take my leave. You'll regret your decision.\"\n\"Yeah, Yeah! Now scram!\"\n\"It seems like there's a scammer at the gates. Nothing serious, but would you like me to check?\" Masami asked.\n\"No, no. It's fine. We should continue with the rest of the schedule.\" Inuyasha said using this distraction as means to get himself away from Lord Hashigawa.\nThe faster he got out of there the better but the half-demon couldn't shake off this bad feeling. He was relieved the guards turned the scammer away.\nSuddenly they heard a the sound of footsteps then a clack coming from the wall that surrounds the house. Inuyasha tried to deny that it couldn't possibly be that person, but their voice, smell, and excuse for getting in was all leading to it being him.\n\"Hey! Get down from there!\"\nInuyasha looked up along with the other two. The blinding light from the sun being blocked out by a person wearing a monks robe. His gold staff glistening.\n\"Miroku...\"\nThe monk stopped running across the wall and looked down.\n\"It's...you?\"\nMiroku jumped off the wall and began to walk towards Inuyasha. The guards came rushing his way.\n\"There he is! Damn bastard!\"\nMasami stood right in front of his lord and pulled out his sword pointing it in Miroku's direction. He seemed ready to strike any moment. Inuyasha was completely stunned. It was really him.\nBefore the guards were too close and Masami cut him down, Inuyasha shouted. \"Everyone put their weapons down!\"\nEveryone stopped. Not a single rebuttal or objection heard, even the brown haired man put his sword away and retreated behind Inuyasha. They all trusted his words. Lord Hashigawa watched as everyone listened carefully to what their lord said, no one doubted him for a moment.\n\"Go back to your positions. Don't worry about my guest.\"\nThe guards bowed and quietly went back. Miroku smirked while reaching the place Inuyasha was.\n\"It's been a long time, hasn't it?\" Inuyasha spoke.\nInuyasha wanted to avoid eye contact at all costs. It felt terrible to look him in the eyes like this. He felt so ashamed, but it would be disrespectful to look away.\n\"Do you know this monk?\" Lord Hashigawa asked.\nInuyasha wasn't sure what excuse to make up right now. He was too shocked to think of anything. Suddenly Miroku slugged his arm around Inuyasha's neck and smiled.\n\"How could he not know his big brother?\" He announced.\nInuyasha and Masami both new that he only had one older brother and that monk was not it. He had to go along with it for now. \"Right, Inu-,\" Miroku was interrupted.\n\"Hideyoshi.\"\nThe monk took a short pause and looked down at Inuyasha's annoyed expression.\n\"Hideyoshi?\"\n\"Hideyoshi.\"\n\"...\"\n\"Hideyoshi!\" He laughed and took his arm off from around his neck. \"Ah yes, my dear brother Hideyoshi! I missed you so much!\"\nHe smacked Inuyasha's arm a couple times. Inuyasha was just so very close to strangling him. He just had to play along in front Lord Hashigawa but the moment the guy leaves he would bury Miroku alive.\n\"Ha ha, I-I.....\" Inuyasha let out a defeated sigh. \"I missed you too.\"\n\"I see. I wasn't aware that you had a older brother.\" He seemed genuinely surprised.\n\"Yes, well, apparently I do.\" Inuyasha hated this whole day.\n\"It's understandable, it's been so long since we've seen each other.\"\n\"I should let you two catch up then.\"\n\"Yes, you should.\" Miroku tried to shoo him off. Inuyasha covered his mouth with his hand and tried to keep being professional.\n\"I'm sorry about him.\"\n\"It's okay. Have a good day.\" He turned and walked away.\nInuyasha put on his best fake smile and waved him off. His hand gripped tightly on Miroku's mouth, it felt like he was about to shatter his jaw into pieces. Miroku struggled to get Inuyasha's hand off. As soon as Lord Hashigawa was out of sight Inuyasha turned around.\n\"Follow me, and don't say a word.\" He threatened.\n———\nInuyasha had dragged Miroku all the way to his study and Masami calmly tagged along. Miroku was oddly compliant when being dragged here. The entered the room and Inuyasha closed the door behind him. He went over to his desk and sighed. His back was turned away from the others. Inuyasha had trouble looking at the monk directly, he was frustrated, annoyed, and utterly ashamed. He had left them all without a single word and hasn't bothered to contact them in all these years.\nBut the guilt he felt took a pause when he realized that this is probably the reason Sesshomaru laughed at him. He probably had sounded so arrogant when telling him he knew who came in and out of his province. He held his forehead feeling the migraine that would arrive by the end of the day.\nThe jingle of small metal rings could be heard. Instinctively the half-demon held up his hand catching the the staff before it could hit him.\nEvery thought Inuyasha had stopped for a moment.\n'Huh?' Inuyasha thought. He turned his head back making eye contact with the monk. Miroku was clearly displeased with him to say the least. His brows furrowed giving a fierce glare. The stance Miroku had made it clear he was serious.\nBreaking the silence created by Inuyasha's shock, Miroku pulled away his staff bringing it to his side. He prepared for his next attack. He arrogantly swung his staff at Inuyasha without any aim.\n\"This is for leaving without saying anything!\"\nSmack!\n\"This is for not coming to meet us!\"\nSmack!\n\"This is for making us worry day and night!\"\nSmack!\n\"This is for preventing us from meeting our niece!\"\nSmack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!\nHe kept going till he was out of breath and he ran out of reasons. Yet Inuyasha didn't move. He took every blow without trying to defend himself or explain. Inuyasha knew Miroku was angry and each rage-filled hit proved that, but more so he felt hurt. The hurt of betraying their years of friendship without a single goodbye, hurt of having to constantly worry if their okay, and the hurt of not being able to trust or understand each other to talk it out.\nThe monk looked up seeing Inuyasha bruised up a little here and there and a small cut on the side of his face. He let out a deep sigh. He might have overdid it.\n\"Why didn't you dodge some of them?\" He asked sitting down right in front of Inuyasha's table. He made himself right at home slouching trying to catch his breathe.\n\"I deserved it.\" He sat down and Masami brought over a cloth and ointment. \"Oh, you got it already? I don't need to do this, just close all the doors and windows and make sure no one comes in.\"\n\"Is there anything else?\"\n\"No. Stand guard for a while, thank you.\"\nMasami smiled. \"There's no need to thank me.\" He closed all the windows and bowed before going to stand watch.\n\"He seems fond of you.\" Miroku spoke eyeing the room.\n\"He's a good friend. I don't know what I would do if he wasn't here. I wouldn't be able to run this province without his help.\" He picked up the cloth wiping away the blood.\nMiroku watched him and his pitch black hair replacing his white sliver locks. \"What happened to your hair?\" He asked.\n\"You seem to have calmed down.\" He began to take off his pendant placing it on the table. Inuyasha slouched slightly taking large exhales every few moments.\n\"I haven't forgiven you just had to let out some anger.\" Miroku began to eye the pendant feeling the spiritual power emanating from it. \"But I'm more interested in what happened when you left.\"\nInuyasha's hair began to slowly become white. His more demonic features began to show.\nHe needed his wound to heal quickly without scars so it would be best to be in his natural form. If he showed up in bruises and cuts then his guest and servant would be concerned.\n\"It's too long of a story to tell. Long story short, I left, I came here, after the previous Daimyo died he gave me his name, now I have been taking care of this place.\" Inuyasha looked at his hair and his sharpened nails with familiarity but for some reason it seemed like such a distant past. He wasn't used to it anymore.\n\"And you never once thought to come and visit us? To tell us if your okay?\" Miroku's words became harsh. Inuyasha clenched his fist still looking down.\n\"Look at me when I'm talking to you, damnit!\" The monk yelled.\nWhy did this have to be so frustrating?\nHe didn't want to face him. Inuyasha hated to admit it but along with becoming more responsible and calm, he has also become a coward. Constantly afraid, and in fear of loss. He didn't want to face things that would hurt him again. He was tired of being hurt. And so he couldn't do what Miroku asked. He stayed quiet.\nMiroku looked at him. Inuyasha clearly was emotionally connected to everyone, otherwise he wouldn't be acting like this, but why couldn't he just try to justify himself. The monk grunted, trying to control his frustration.\n\"How's my niece?\" Miroku changed the subject.\n\"She's probably finishing up her studies.\" He responded obediently. \"Would you like to see her?\"\n\"Respectfully, I didn't just come here just to see your face.\"\nInuyasha nodded. Now he had fully retained his old appearance. Miroku wasn't much of the sentimental type but he felt some sort of way with all this. He was glad that they're okay but couldn't they have done this back in the village.\n\"When will she be here?\"\n\"I can call her right now.\" Inuyasha seemed a bit nervous and awkward. It was the first time in all his life did he feel like this whole talking to someone. Lately he's been having a lot of firsts.\n\"No, I won't meet her now.\" Miroku adjusted himself. \"I'll meet her when you come to the village.\"\nInuyasha's eyes went wide. His head shot up staring at Miroku.\n\"What do you mean by that?\" He spoke concerned.\nMiroku could finally talk eye to eye with Inuyasha. \"What I mean is, when you come to visit that's when I'll see her.\"\nHe watched as relief washed over the half-demon.\n\"Did you think I would kidnap her?\"\n\"No, but I thought you would definitely try.\"\nMiroku let out laugh under his breath.\n\"Then I guess we'll see each other th-,\"\nLoud footsteps echoed from outside the room. Masami's vioce could be heard behind the door. \"Hey! Wait a m-!\"\nThe door slammed open and Kouga stood there unkempt appearance. He seemed as if he rushed to get here. He frantically searched the room until he saw Inuyasha and ran to him.\n\"Why are you bleeding?!\" Kouga grabbed his shoulders.\n\"What?\"\nInuyasha was surprised, but at the same time having the wolf demon here relaxed him.\n\"I smelled blood.\" Kouga had a panicked look in his eyes. \"Are you hurt?\"\nHe looked so concerned about him. Inuyasha smiled sweetly. \"No, I'm okay. You didn't have to rush here.\"\nKouga had a minor blush and let go of Inuyasha's shoulders. \"I didn't rush, I'm just fast.\" He corrected.\nMiroku noted their behavior down in the back of his head. So many things just aren't the same any more it was hard to wrap his brain around it.\n\"I'll be going then.\" Miroku got up and grabbed his staff.\n\"Oh, monk, you're here.\" Kouga had just noticed his presence.\nMiroku overlooked Kouga's statement. \"I'll be leaving.\"\n\"Already? Your welcome to stay the night.\"\n\"No if I don't come back today as promised I would be a dead man.\" He joked. \"But make sure to come visit, otherwise I'll make sure to drag you back.\"\nThe half-demon nodded. Miroku hated how dejected Inuyasha looked right now, albeit he was the cause for it and he felt disgusted that he spoke like that to him. Miroku left and the door closed behind them. No one could enter because Inuyasha was in his half-demon state.\nInuyasha was silent after the monk left. Kouga peeked over at him. It had been quite sometime since he's seen Inuyasha look like this. All he was missing was his red clothes then he would fully transform into his old look. He still looked as handsome as he did before.\nThe wolf demon hadn't realized that he was sitting right next to Inuyasha instead of in front. He suddenly became more aware of himself and the half-demon. Then Kouga felt a head lean against his chest. Kouga's eyes widen and he slowly looks down.\n\"Um, what are you doing?\" Kouga asked.\nInuyasha snuggled closer making himself comfortable. \"Just for a bit.\" He muttered. \"I'm tired. I've had a long day and I don't think I can do anything else today.\"\nFor some reason it didn't seem like he was talking about work, and he did seem to be upset earlier. Kouga adjusted himself in a better position to let Inuyasha lean on him. He hesitant placing his arms around him. Steadily holding him. Inuyasha kept his eyes closed, resting.\n\"I'm glad that your here Kouga.\" He smiled so warmly. \"I missed you. I waited a long time for you today.\"\nKouga's face was completely covered in crimson hues, his eyes as wide and astounded as ever. He couldn't understand how Inuyasha could say all those things so lovingly, in a position like this. Does he even realize what he's saying? Kouga covered his face with one hand trying to hide his blushing face. 'How can you say that to me?' He wondered.\n\"I didn't mean to make you wait.\" Kouga stopped himself from nervously stuttering.\n\"It's okay just stay here, with me.\"\nKouga feared at this rate Inuyasha would be able to hear his pounding heart. The warmth radiating off of Inuyasha, his soft hair, holding his body like this, he didn't know how much of this he could take. He reluctantly glanced at the half-demon. He seemed so relaxed and at peace. His mood improved compared to before. Kouga couldn't say anything, he will just let Inuyasha do as he please and hopefully his heart doesn't explode.\n'Why do you do this to me?'\nHe hold the half-demon a bit tighter and closer.\n'What am I going to do with you?'\n\nRequirements for the writing prompt you produce:\n- It should be a standalone assignment-style instruction (e.g., “Write a short story about…”).\n- It must be satisfiable using only what appears in the chapter (no external canon required).\n- Calibrate the prompt’s scope (length, POV/tense, tone, genre) to match the chapter so the chapter reads like a correct/ideal answer.\n- If the chapter’s content implies sensitive themes, include a brief, neutral content note in the prompt.\n- Avoid naming specific characters or franchises; use generic roles (e.g., “a queen and her sworn protector”).\n- Keep it concise (one or two sentences), actionable, and classroom-ready.\n\nOutput your question within <begin> and <end> tags.\n\nGuidance:\n- Match the chapter’s core elements (e.g., f/f romance, rivalry-to-allies, slow burn, post-battle comfort, political intrigue).\n- Mirror its narrative stance (e.g., third-person limited past tense), and approximate its length (e.g., “800–1500 words”).\n- If the chapter centers a scene type, make that explicit (e.g., “a reunion scene after a long separation” or “an argument that turns into confession”).",
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