ext_72296 ([identity profile] momma-66.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] comment_fic2021-03-08 06:46 am

Monday - Imagine Your OTP

Hello, everyone. I’m [livejournal.com profile] momma_66 and today's theme is Imagine Your OTP.

If you're new to fandom OTP is "one true pairing" and it's probably safe to say "imagining your OTP" is what got you into the amazingness that is Fandom. But! Not everyone is here for the romance endgame, so we can be loose on what exactly entails a "pairing".

Abbreviations to consider to keep prompts shorter -

IYOTP - imagine your OTP
Character A/B/C - C-A, C-B, C-C


Just a few rules:
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
Use the character's full names and fandom's full name for ease adding to the Lonely Prompts spreadsheet.
No spoilers in prompts for a month after airing, or use the spoiler cut option found here.
If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space, or use the above mentioned spoiler cut.

Prompts should be formatted as follows: [Use the character's full names and fandom's full name]
Fandom, Character +/ Character, Prompt

Some examples to get the ball rolling…

+ Any, Any/Any, IYOTP in 10 years playing with their children at the park

+ Any, Any, IYOTP finally realizing their feelings are mutual and still they tip-toe around each other

+ Any, Any +/ Any, IYOTP are the DINKs of their friend group, it never gets old flying off on exotic vacations.

(DINK - double income no kids)

We are now using AO3 to bookmark filled prompts. If you fill a prompt and post it to AO3 please add it to the Bite Sized Bits of Fic from 2021 collection. See further notes on this new option here.

Not feeling any of today’s prompts? Check out the just created Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet. For more recent prompts to write, you can also use LJ’s advanced search options to limit keyword results to only comments in this community.

While the Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet and LJ's advanced search options are available, bookmarking the links of prompts you like might work better for searching for in the future.


tag="ImagineYourOTP"
ext_442164: Colourful balloons (ani - bull)

[identity profile] with-rainfall.livejournal.com 2021-03-08 08:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Any, any historical fandom, imagine your OTP in the modern world

Fill: Tale of Nokdu, Yoolmoo/Danho

[identity profile] nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com 2021-03-24 02:15 am (UTC)(link)
“Pass me the salt,” Yoolmoo said.

Danho obeyed.

Yoolmoo added a dash to the pot, stirred. Then he scooped up a spoonful, had a taste, hummed thoughtfully. He held out the spoon to Danho. “What do you think?”

Danho leaned in and sipped delicately off the spoon, nodded.

“He doesn’t say anything,” Noksoon murmured to Dongjoo, who shrugged.

“And the sliced tofu?” Yoolmoo held out a hand.

Danho handed over the cutting board with the tofu on it, and Yoolmoo added it to the pot.

“That should be the last ingredient, and then we’ll be ready to eat.” Yoolmoo smiled at Dongjoo, who nodded.

Noksoon giggled behind her hand. “Thank you for caring about my daughter and I. Being a widow with a teenage daughter is difficult, and you’re so generous. You and your...bodyguard.” She cast Danho a sideways glance.

Danho said nothing.

“Danho’s an excellent kitchen assistant,” Yoolmoo said. “Not that he’s not also an excellent bodyguard. Please, have a seat.”

Noksoon pulled out a chair for Dongjoo before seating herself, which was a bit odd, but Yoolmoo figured a widow would be quite protective of the daughter she’d had to raise alone.

Yoolmoo untied his apron and held it out, and Danho whisked it away.

“Danho won’t be eating with us?” Dongjoo asked.

“He has to stand guard, of course,” Noksoon said wisely.

Dongjoo eyed Yoolmoo, like she was reassessing just how important he was, that he merited such an intense level of security.

“He doesn’t have to, but no matter how I insist, he won’t eat with me. It’s a pity, since the stew is best when it’s hot and fresh.” Yoolmoo served Noksoon first, then Dongjoo, and finally himself.

The dinner conversation was pleasant enough. Dongjoo was majoring in physical education at university, like her mother before her, though her emphasis was in archery where her mother had trained in hapkido.

Noksoon was quite tall, where Dongjoo was petite.

“Her father was rather short,” Noksoon admitted. “It’s a shame she didn’t get my height genes, but that’s all right.”

Dongjoo rolled her eyes. “Mother.”

“She’s just lucky I was shameless enough to date a man shorter than me,” Noksoon said, and Yoolmoo couldn’t help but laugh.

“A little bit of shamelessness now and again is good for the soul,” he said, casting Dongjoo a look.

She’d misinterpret it, and rightly so, the way she was blushing.

But the rest of the dinner conversation was pleasant, and then they were gone, and Danho returned.

“The only person you’d better be shameless with is me,” he said.

“Ah, he speaks,” Yoolmoo said, carrying the dishes to the sink.

Danho dragged Yoolmoo into a kiss, rough and possessive. “Never forget you’re mine.”

Yoolmoo smiled against Danho’s mouth and said, “Never.”