OTP Prompts

OTP PROMPT 100 / STORY

May 5, 2019 — 05/05/2019
note: this has been republished as of jan 25, 2022! it was drafted since i edited/tweaked a few things in the final version that managed to get published in a local youth magazine, since i wanted to avoid too many similarities. this is the first version that was initially released on the above date :)

We've reached 100 prompts!! Thanks for sticking with me and reading all the way up to here!!! No, it's not ending, but im just so happy that it's actually gotten this far lmao. I started this spring 2016, and man, it's been a journey. Thank you :)

Mmm, here's another au that i really like a lot, and that i actually bothered to write (lmao)

Your OTP has always been the closest pair of friends in their village. They've been through thick and thin together, and it's only because they share the same trait.

They're the outcasts of the village.

And you may wonder, why is that so? Well, it's because Person A is blind, and Person B is deaf.

One day, they encounter a man, who claims to be a magician. He says that he can make blind children see, and deaf children hear, but only if they were willing.

How your OTP reacts is up to you.

Story: OTP PROMPT 100 - 557 words
(And i actually edited this wow!!)

In Our World

   "I am a magician," the man said. "I can teach blind children how to see and deaf children how to hear."

    You had been born into complete silence. You couldn't hear the staticy voices of the tv, nor did you bat an eye when there was loud shouting in the marketplace. In your world, you didn't know what it sounded like when your mother sang you a lullaby goodnight, and you didn't understand how the sounds of fireworks exploding in the sky would spark awe into everyone's eyes.

    I, on the other hand, couldn't see. But that didn't matter to you. You had traced your fingers along my arms, drawing sceneries and writing stories that made me giggle and believe that I could soar higher than everyone else.

    I suppose that to other people, we were peculiar. After all; I was blind, and you were deaf. But neither of us were broken.

    "The first deaf child that I had met," the man continues, "was filled with everlasting joy."

    Winter mornings had always felt different. A soft white heaven, as others described it, with pure, dainty snowflakes drifting to cover the auburn tree branches. To me, winter had only been a change in the temperature.

    You didn't care much though, for you had dragged me around the fields with such bright laughter. The snow had crunched underneath our feet as we ran and ran and ran, and your huffing breath beside me had only driven me further.

    It were these moments of pure bliss and happiness that I guess I could say that my world had been perfect.

"The first blind child," the man smiles, "was filled with hope."

    Summer had always felt a little different. You told me that it had pretty azure skies complete with fields of green that had dashes of sunshine yellow, mauve, and fuschia thrown into it. But to me, summer was just another day with warmer weather.

    We would lay down in the same meadows we ran through in the winter, and I would let out puffs of laughter as your fingers did delicate little dances upon my arms as you depicted all sorts of animals and clouds in the sky. The field would otherwise be quiet, as all the other children would be at that summer festival they would always talk about. But we, the two little disabled children, would spend our summers basking in the sun's rays. You would tell me that the sunlight was a creamy gold and that the flowers were a poppy red, and I had let myself get lost in this imaginary wonderland that you so vividly spoke of.

    That night, I had dreamed of those same views, the maroon coloured amaryllis and the jade coloured pine trees. But more than that, I had dreamed of you, and had decided that your smiling face was prettier than anything else that I could ever dream to see.

    "Sometimes, we don't need all of our senses in order to fully understand the whole picture. When we perceive the world with what we already have," the man chuckled fondly, "we don't need eyes or ears to experience that kind of joy."

    In their world, we were broken, disabled, and useless.

    But in our world, we are perfect; and won't exchange it for anything as long as we have each other.

Ill be taking a short break because of finals :)