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comment_ficNow it's time for the free for all!
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Use the character's full names and fandom's full name for ease adding to the Lonely Prompts spreadsheet.
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Prompts should be formatted as follows: [Use the character's full names and fandom's full name]
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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 spoiler cut.
If there are possible triggers in your story, please warn for them in the subject line!
Prompts should be formatted as follows: [Use the character's full names and fandom's full name]
Fandom, Character +/ Character, Prompt
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Date: 2021-10-23 11:08 am (UTC)Brought to you by my purchase of a Non-Binosaur sweatshirt size ladies XL that wouldn't fit my yorkie it's so tiny
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Date: 2021-10-23 11:10 am (UTC)Fill
Date: 2021-10-23 11:58 am (UTC)Ella considered for a second. She pursed her lips. "Yes, yes, you're right." Her eyes brightened. "Maybe we need to invent a better diaper!"
Trixie's enthusiasm caught fire. "Yeah! One that swallows all the gooey stuff! And locks it away or something!"
"And smells...smells..." Ella made 'help me out here' motions with her hands.
"Like nothing because that's way better than poopy smell any day!"
"Yeah! That's a great idea!"
They high-fived, delighted in this for a few seconds. Trixie's face fell first.
"What, kiddo?" Ella asked.
"Doesn't experimentation on this mean we have to deal with more poopy diapers?"
Their "Awww!" chorus rang about the room.
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Date: 2021-10-23 06:12 pm (UTC)Re: Fill
Date: 2021-10-23 07:46 pm (UTC)Also, I'm helping plan a work baby shower and all I can think about is poopy diapers. :D
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Date: 2021-10-23 04:54 pm (UTC)Beady, little eyes look forlornly up at her as Buffy sinks down onto her bed. When she was younger, she would have just thrown herself onto the mattress. Now she's sink into it, more falling onto its soft, worn cushion than anything else. She looks at the stuffed animals she's collected over the years before her tired eyes meet those of a certain pig's. It must be her imagination, but even Mr. Gordo looks tired and forlorn. He seems lonely, and she picks him up, something she hasn't done in years.
When did she last actually handle one of her stuffies? Buffy frowns as she tries to remember, but she cannot. Was she still a teenager, still hoping for a normal life despite the craziness of being the Chosen One? Giles tried to warn her. They all tried to warn her. Normalcy is overrated, or so she's been told. She craved it all her life. But she has finally given up the idea that she could ever lead a normal life, just as she has surrendered so many of the things from her childhood.
She never let go of these stuffed animals, though, oddly enough. She always managed to bring these few with her, wherever she went. They even survived the fall of Sunnydale and going through Hell itself numerous times. There's the last present from her father, a gift each from Angel and Spike, a worn teddy bear that a little girl once pressed into her arms after watching Buffy save her entire family from scary monsters she couldn't begin to understand, and of course, Mister Gordo. "I was supposed to pass you on," Buffy whispers, stroking the pig's pink felt.
She had always told herself that she would pass these stuffed animals on to a child one day, and not just any child, but her child. She finally came to silently accept some years ago that that was never going to happen. She is pass the child-bearing years now, a true feat anything that she is the first Slayer to have accomplished, but still a failure. She's saved the world a million times over, but she's never gotten to have her own baby. She's never gotten to feel a tiny hand in her own and look up into big, adoring eyes that so closely resembled hers. She's never gotten to marry, never gotten to say "I do", never even made the final decision with whom she wants to spend her life.
What is left of her life? She lets her eyes drift closed. She's too tired to cry, too weary to move. Her feet are still on the floor, still dressed in boots caked with mud and blood, both her own and her opponents'. Every year, she promises herself that she's going to take some "me" time. Every year for the last decade, she's sworn that she's going to retire, and the decade before now and the one before then too, she used to swear she was going to at least take a vacation. She's tried to, just as she's tried to run away countless times. It never works.
"It never works," she murmurs quietly and can almost hear Mister Gordo oink in agreement. "It never works. I can't be free."
Two figures come into her room in silence after they're sure she's finally asleep. Each aches to hold her, but neither is willing to wake her. Besides that, they know she is as exhausted from their constant bickering over her as she is from the life that she, as the top Slayer still after all these years, must live. They move together in complete agreement and quiet, lifting her feet, taking off her boots, curling a soft blanket around her, and then stepping back out into the shadows of the hall, from which all sunlight is thoroughly blocked, to watch over her.
She's getting old now, they both know. Each has had fantasies and nightmares, too, about prolonging her life, but Buffy is the heroine above all heroes, the brightest, purest, greatest light either has ever known. That doesn't just hold true for them either, as they know; this woman they both love is a legend. They could never turn her, even if they knew they could so and somehow maintain her special soul. Besides that, she's earned her rest. They turn from each other, but not from her, never again from her, as they await each and every moment they're blessed to have her in their erstwhile miserable existences.
The End
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