Bite Sized Bits of Fic

American Girl, Molly McIntire, celebrating the first Earth Day on her birthday in 1970

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Captain Planet, Gaia (+ any), there is always hope

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Any, any, the joy of freshly-turned earth

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Very nice, and thanks for the fill!

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Any,any/and or any, they end up in an alternative earth where things are very much different.

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The Big Leibowski, The Dude, "Greetings, Earthlings!"

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Any, any, Planet Earth is blue and there's nothing I can do."

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Hot! It's been ages since I've watched any of these, but I could see this. Thanks for the fill!

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MCU, any, Journey to the Center of the Earth

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(I did not do this prompt justice, but it's 2am and I needed to get a fill done. My apologies.)

1880, Somewhere Beneath the Surface of the Earth

It wasn’t easy, felling petrified mushrooms with stems as big around as maple trees, particularly since all they had to use was Thor’s hand axe and Tony’s manual chain saw. What they had going for them was Peter’s youthful energy and Thor’s muscles.

Tony was taking a break, arms aching. He lounged beneath one of the giant mushrooms, which in addition to providing solid stems for the raft they were building, were also giving them leather-like skins to patch the holes in their shoes. The much smaller, still soft, mushrooms were being dried and added to their dwindling food stores.

“Keep up the good work, men!” Tony called out encouragingly.

He was dreading getting back to it, because he wasn’t accustomed to that type of manual labor, but he’d do his part. The only way forward was to cross the massive underground sea they’d stumbled upon, and the only way to cross it was on a mushroom raft.

The weight of their success or failure weighed heavily on Tony’s shoulders. He was the reason they were there, trapped thousands of miles below the surface of the earth, all because he wanted to be the first to do something no-one else had successfully managed. He was a man who thrived on challenges, sometimes to his own detriment.

Peter, his young protégé, had come along for the adventure, for the chance to put his own stamp on history. He’d gotten lost in the many branching tunnels for almost two weeks, and Tony thought he’d died, but not even that harrowing experience was enough to dampen the young man’s enthusiasm.

Steve was the nephew of Tony’s rival, who had unfortunately passed away suddenly shortly after they arrived in Iceland. Tony was sure the only reason he’d agreed to let Steve join his expedition was because he’d already had a lot of the gear Tony needed, and not because he was such a genuine, honest, all-American man.

Thor, a huge Swede who’d relocated to Iceland some years ago and spoke very little English, had volunteered to be their muscle. Tony didn’t know if he was bored, or he thought he might garner some acclaim if they were successful, but he’d been invaluable. His pet raven, Muninn, was more of an annoyance.

“Ramlar ner!” Thor bellowed as another mushroom toppled.

Steve and Peter barely looked up, the two of them working opposite ends of the chain saw in a coordinated tug-o-war. Peter would be the next one up for a break, his unbridled excitement clearly on the wane.

It would be another couple of hours before all the mushroom logs were felled and assembled into a raft that had a fifty-fifty chance of carrying them across the self-named Stark Sea.

“What do you think is on the other side, Mr. Stark?” Peter asked.

“A way back home,” Steve said. “I miss the sun.”

“Ale,” was Thor’s contribution.

“I don’t know, kid,” Tony replied honestly.

The expedition had been much harder than he’d anticipated, and he still hadn’t found the center of the earth. Maybe it was beyond the sea. Maybe it wasn’t. But he was mainly focused on getting his team back home again, in one piece. Even that stupid raven.

Tony’s determination was iron-clad.

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Love it! Definitely in line with Jules Verne's original. I love Thor as the "local" guide, Peter as the eager protege. Steve's backstory...nephew of Tony's rival? (Hmm, I wonder if Sarah's maiden name was Stane?) And Tony naming landmarks after himself is just spot-on! I certainly wouldn't mind seeing more of this (she says with big puppy-dog eyes). Thanks so much for the fill!

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I do have a plan for a re-write. The James Mason movie is my favoritest thing in the world, which is why I couldn't ignore this prompt.

Stay tuned!

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Thank you!

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Prodigal Son, Malcolm Bright +any, "What on Earth were you thinking?!"

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at least not yet...but could there be a more perfect prompt for Malcolm?

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Right?!

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Title:Chasing Oblivion

Summary: Dani has to know why Malcolm tried to fry his own brain.

Notes: I swear I wanted to do something funny. In that, I failed. This is a side order of angst instead and set the day after Internal Affairs

find the story here. (https://archiveofourown.org/works/23744371) (it got away from me!)

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Stargate Multiverse, any, I feel the earth move under my feet (I feel the earth move - Carole King and James Taylor)

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Marvel Cinematic Universe, Tony Stark/Stephen Strange, without your loving now I’m earthbound (Earthbound, Connor Reeves)

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The song had played so many times around them. Tony had noticed, kept asking assistant systems or people what it was. Stephen brushed it off.

Until an awful day, on an awful field of battle.

Stephen Strange was in the middle of the battle of his life, combat trained-reflexes doing exactly what they had trained to do, cloak swirling and fighting around and beside him, magic coursing and blasting though him.

Until the moment he turned a corner and saw Tony Stark and Thanos.

Tony's eyes met his. Every muscle in Stephen's body was rigid as he raised a single finger...so rigid no one would probably see that it was shaking.

In Stephen's imagination he heard Tony mouthing lyrics

But if you really have to go, you take the high, I'll take the low

Stephen shook, holding Tony's eyes until they slid to Thanos.

It had to be. It had to be. It had to be. It was the only chance.

Nothing helped. All he could hear was the refrain of that stupid song that had seemed to follow them everywhere...

But when you leave me don't you know, you leave me earthbound..

*Sorry if this is over-saccharine, I'm rusty and need to get back into it.

Edited Date: 2020-04-16 04:58 pm (UTC)

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AW, thanks for the fill!

I dig angst, so I am all over this.

Being bothered by an earwig is one thing, but being haunted like this is another. You captured the difference well.

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Stargate Atlantis, Any, culture shock when returning to Earth after that first year

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Any K-pop/K-drama, Any, Earth Angel (Will You Be Mine) (The Penguins)

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At the end of the day, the pink and purple glowing sign winked out - and the angels were gone. One moment Minhyuk was a prisoner in the back of his own mind, the next there was a massive rush of light and energy and the sound of mighty wings, and then he was himself. In full control of his own body, and Rumiel was gone.

All the angels were gone.

All except Raviel, who stayed vigil all night, roaming the little building that served as restaurant and headquarters. The others recovered more slowly, changing out of their restaurant uniforms and back into their own clothes in a daze. Sanha changed back into his school uniform and got his backpack and guitar case out of his locker and shuffled for the door. Jinwoo pulled on casual clothes and grabbed his book bag and headed for the hagwon where he taught drums to kids in the evenings. Bin slung a gym bag over one shoulder. He was a fitness trainer at a fancy gym downtown. Myungjun had a heavy gym bag, was studying architecture at university. Minhyuk wasn’t quite sure how it worked, but at the end of the day all of them thought they’d just had a normal day of classes and studying.

Because the angels who possessed them were superhuman, hyperintelligent, they were gaining the knowledge they needed, weren’t falling behind in their studies.

Just for a while, Rumiel had whispered to Minhyuk while he’d been kneeling at his little brother’s bedside in the hospital. Just a season.

Why Minhyuk was the only one lucid to the process, he didn’t know.

And why Dongmin was the only one who was never set free from Raviel, he didn’t know.

Minhyuk knew he ought to hurry, ought to grab his gym bag and run to the dojang where he taught the kids’ taekwondo class on Tuesdays (he taught boys’ ballet on Wednesdays, kids’ tap on Thursdays, beginner hip-hop on Fridays), but he went to the kitchen instead.

Raviel stood at the stove, arms crossed over his chest, staring at nothing.

“Hyung?” Minhyuk asked, but it wasn’t his Dongmin-hyung, he was pretty sure.

“Hyung, it’s me, Minhyukie.”

Even though Minhyuk knew the angels could access their memories at will - could access their language and memories, their gestures and mannerisms, impersonate them to interact with their families - how much did they know?

What Minhyuk didn’t know was how long his season with Rumiel would last, and whether the others would be with their angels for as long.

“Hyung, I have to go now. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Minhyuk tip-toed into the kitchen and leaned up, kissed Raviel on the cheek. He whispered, “Love you, Dongminnie.”

And then he headed for the door.

Of course, there was no response.

The next morning, when he arrived at the restaurant, Sanha was already in his waiter uniform.

Bin arrived next, and Jinwoo, but not Myungjun.

“Who are you?” Minhyuk asked.

The boy turned to him, expression kind of blank. “My name is Jo Kwon.”

Minhyuk dashed into the kitchen, but Raviel was still possessing Dongmin.

“Go change into your uniform,” Raviel said.

“Yes, hyungnim,” Minhyuk said. After the restaurant closed, he’d go check on Myungjun. And he’d wait, till Dongmin was free.

Edited Date: 2020-09-23 04:02 pm (UTC)

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This is so angsty, so you know I love it. ::grins:: Poor Minhyuk. Hang in there, buddy.

Thank you for the fill, friend!

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You're very welcome!

Soul Plate as a drama was cheesy as hell, but I figured...angels. I watched Supernatural. I can make angels angsty.

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Marvel Cinematic Universe, Any, "I'm very much down to earth, just not this earth." (Karl Lagerfeld)

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any sci-fi fandom, any, watching Earth fade into the distance or grow larger as they make their approach

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author's choice, any, to unearth (dig up) something

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Trixie Belden Mysteries/The Three Investigators, Trixie Belden/Jupiter Jones, searching for buried treasure

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author's choice, any, earthquakes and aftershocks

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Any, Any, Earth 2 (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Earth_2_(TV_series)) AU

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I just squealed loudly and have a major Clancy Brown moment.

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::grins:: Man, I was so into that show! And Clancy Brown's hair! LOL!

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Star Trek: Enterprise, Trip/T'Pl, a few hours to kill on Earth

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Buffyverse, any, happy to be back on earth after being in a hell dimension

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Star Trek (any), any, back on Earth at Star Fleet academy

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Prodigal Son, any, the earth couldn't hide these crimes forever

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