Monday: FORTUNE COOKIE SAYINGS
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cozy_coffee and today's theme is fortune cookie saying. Prompts can be used with this generator, FORTUNE COOKIE SAYINGS, or you can use one of your favorites.
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Use the character's full names and the fandom's full name
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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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+ any, any, you bring joy to those in your life
+ any, any, a single kind word will keep you warm for years
+ any, any, some pursue happiness, you create it
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cozy_coffee and today's theme is fortune cookie saying. Prompts can be used with this generator, FORTUNE COOKIE SAYINGS, or you can use one of your favorites. 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 the fandom's full name
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, you bring joy to those in your life
+ any, any, a single kind word will keep you warm for years
+ any, any, some pursue happiness, you create it
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 2023 collection. See further notes on this new option here.
Not feeling any of today’s prompts? You can use LJ’s advanced search options to limit keyword results to only comments in this community.
While the use of LJ's advanced search options is available, bookmarking the links of prompts you like might work better for searching in the future.
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(Thank you for pinch-hitting! I was going to post one when I got home, if needed.)
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Date: 2023-07-31 01:16 pm (UTC)author's choice, author's choice, Run.
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Date: 2023-07-31 01:56 pm (UTC)author's choice, author's choice, Dreams are extremely important. You can't do it unless you can imagine it.
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Date: 2023-07-31 02:46 pm (UTC)author's choice, author's choice, You don’t get what you want in life, you get what you are.
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Date: 2023-07-31 02:51 pm (UTC)author's choice, author's choice, You will die alone and poorly dressed.
Fill: Weird Fortunes [Torchwood: Ianto, Jack, Owen, OMC: PG]
Date: 2023-08-03 01:37 pm (UTC)“Huh. I thought fortune cookies were meant to be inspirational, or at least hopeful.”
“Why? What’cha get?” Jack mumbled around a mouthful of noodles. He was still eating like a starving man, which might well be the case since he’d been killed twice in the space of an hour while dealing with a very nasty alien that spat toxic venom.
Ianto handed his fortune to his lover. “See for yourself.”
Setting his chopsticks in his takeaway carton for a moment, Jack whisked the paper out of Ianto’s fingers, deftly turning it around one-handed so he could read the single line of type.
‘You will die alone and poorly dressed.’
He raised his eyebrows. “Seriously? That sounds more like a threat than a fortune.”
“Probably a disgruntled employee.” Ianto shrugged. “It’s not like anyone believes these things. What did you get?”
“Don’t know.” Jack shovelled another pile of noodles into his mouth before putting the carton down and reaching for his cookie. He swallowed quickly. “Let’s see… ‘Things are looking up’. That’s better than yours.”
“Depends what sort of things they are, and where they’re looking up at you from,” Ianto teased. “I mean, this is Torchwood.”
“Good point. On the other hand, at least it doesn’t say I’m going to die. Again.”
“There’s that.”
Two days later, Ianto died. He was alone in his back garden, up a ladder, dressed in his scruffiest clothes and cleaning out the gutters, when a stray dog came charging around the back of the house and knocked the ladder right out from under him. It happened so fast he didn’t even have time to register the impact when he hit the ground.
He revived to find Jack kneeling beside him, face pale and eyes wide. “Ianto! Are you alright?”
“Stupid question,” Ianto grumbled, sitting up. “I don’t ask you that after you die.” Normally, when Jack revived from one of his deaths Ianto would reassure him that he was safe and not alone. “Are you ever alright after dying and coming back to life?”
“No, you’re right, I’m sorry. I’m just not used to this, you being like me.”
“Neither am I.” Ianto sighed. “I’m alive though, which I suppose is what matters.” He looked down at himself. “Looks like my fortune cookie was right though, which is a disconcerting thought. I died, alone, dressed like this.”
Jack looked worried. “Suddenly I’m nervous.”
“Mm,” Ianto agreed. “If you happen to see any Things looking up…”
“I don’t think I want to wait for that.” Jack gnawed on his bottom lip, thinking. “We should probably find out where the Chinese takeaway got that last batch of fortune cookies, because either that was an extraordinary coincidence, or something weird is going on.”
“I don’t believe in coincidences.” Ianto held his hand out to Jack, who pulled him to his feet. “Let me just put the ladder away and get changed, then we’re going to pay the Lotus Blodssom Chinese Takeaway a visit.”
Re: Fill: Weird Fortunes [Torchwood: Ianto, Jack, Owen, OMC: PG] - Part 2
Date: 2023-08-03 01:37 pm (UTC)On the plus side, they were only six inches tall, so although they had sharp claws on each of their six feet, as well as wickedly barbed tails, and teeth a piranha would envy, they were nothing Torchwood couldn’t handle. Jack called in the rest of the team, and twenty minutes later, all the Things were contained, awaiting transport back to the Hub. Ianto helped Mr Li down from the counter and cleaned up while Owen treated the poor man’s injuries. Thankfully, the Things weren’t venomous.
“You save my life, I cannot thank you enough,” Mr Li exclaimed, clasping first Jack’s hand, then Ianto’s. “If you not arrive, evil Things might have climbed onto counter and eaten me! How you know?”
“We didn’t, exactly,” Jack said.
“Sort of a had a hunch,” Ianto added. “Mostly because of what we found in our fortune cookies a couple of days ago.”
“Fortune cookies?” Mr Li looked confused. “We have no fortune cookies. Ran out a week ago, supplier says cannot deliver more until weekend.”
“Okay, so that was weird,” Jack said as they loaded the captured Things into the SUV. “If Mr Li didn’t put those fortune cookies in with our order, where did they come from?”
“We’ll probably never know.” Ianto gave a wry smile. “I just wish whoever sent them could have found a nicer way of convincing us that something weird was going on than having me fall of a ladder a die.”
The End
RE: Re: Fill: Weird Fortunes [Torchwood: Ianto, Jack, Owen, OMC: PG] - Part 2
Date: 2023-08-03 11:57 pm (UTC)Re: Re: Fill: Weird Fortunes [Torchwood: Ianto, Jack, Owen, OMC: PG] - Part 2
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Date: 2023-07-31 03:00 pm (UTC)author's choice, author's choice, Your road to glory will be rocky but fulfilling.
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Date: 2023-07-31 04:20 pm (UTC)Fill: Fellow Travelers (TV): Hawkins Fuller/Tim
Date: 2023-12-01 12:22 am (UTC)Hawk gives Tim's hand a little squeeze as he drags Skippy through the overly jammed street. “Just follow me!” He grins brightly, dogging a young man walking a pack of dogs that were dressed in reindeer antlers. “We are almost there.”
Tim had no idea what the big excitement was all about. His boyfriend refused to tell him what date night had in store, Hawk just said it was a pleasant surprise, but seeing Hawk so overjoyed meant it had to be something special, so Tim zigs and zags through the crowds, holding onto Hawk's hand so he doesn’t get lost in the sea of delighted holiday shoppers.
When they pause at the crosswalk, Hawk gives Skippy a quick kiss, that both takes Tim by surprise and makes his heart flutter. Then they are dashing across the street as the light changes. “Come on, babe. It's just right up here!”
What was all the excitement about? Tim has never seen Hawk so overly exhilarated. It's contagious...a big grin lingers on Tim's lips as he runs after Hawk, who still holds onto his hand. “Hawk, will you please tell me where we are going?”
Hawk says nothing but looks back at Tim with such an amusing smile that it makes Tim even curious. It was like Hawk knew something Tim did not. Hawk thought it was funny that his Skippy still had not caught onto what the night would entail. It should've been as plain as the nose on his face—they were in New York on Christmas Eve, only a block from the radio city music hall where the Rockettes were scheduled to perform tonight, and yet Tim was oblivious.
But they suddenly come to a stop outside the theater, and Hawk stands there watching Skippy, letting the moment sink in. He wouldn’t miss the look on his boyfriend's face for all the money in the world. Tim is confused at first, with all the twinkling lights and people filling into the theater, and even the sign that announces—The Rockettes Christmas spectacular.
It seems strange for him to put two and two together, then it slowly comes to him…Hawk can see the wheels in Skippy's head turning as he understand what they will be doing tonight. Hawk has the pure delight of watching the biggest, brightest, most beautiful and thrilling smile overtake Tim's face.
“Are we…are we really doing this?” Tim's voice shakes with emotion. He looks a little frightened like he has the dreadful fear that this is all a heartbreaking, horrible prank, or worse, a dream, and he will wake up to an empty bed after he had to sneak out of his boyfriend's apartments so they do not get caught in a life where they have to hide their love.
But Hawk gently wraps his arms around Tim, hugging him—in front of everyone on the street, without giving a damn what people might think. When he leans back to look at Tim, his Skippy is so surprised and thrilled that he looks like he may cry tears of joy at any moment.
“We are really doing this.” He takes the tickets out of his pocket and shows them to Tim. This was not a dream or a nightmare: it was real, and his dream of seeing the Rockettes on Christmas eve is coming true. Tim's smile gets even bigger, if that were possible. He's beaming so brightly like the shinning sun. He looks so beautiful and happy, and Hawk, bolder than ever before, leans in and kisses Tim right there in front of everyone on the street.
Maybe it was the special time of year where good will towards fellow man had prejudice and hatred hidden for this one night because no one sneers at them or calls them a vulgar name. Love won the day. They share a sweet and soft kiss, loving openly without fear, on Christmas eve.
…And during the performance, as Tim watches with childlike wonder and delight, still smiling so hard his cheeks are rosy and pink, Hawk cannot take his eyes off his Skippy. The look of pure happiness was the greatest Christmas gift Hawk could ever ask for.
♥ END ♥
Re: Fill: Fellow Travelers (TV): Hawkins Fuller/Tim
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Date: 2023-08-01 03:26 am (UTC)fill: Hannibal
Date: 2023-08-09 04:38 pm (UTC)(goes AU during season 1)
Hannibal, because of his long friendship, attends Donald Sutcliff's funeral. Alana accompanies him, at his request. She still marvels at his compassion: despite Sutcliff's betrayal of Hannibal's trust and his own Hippocratic oath, Hannibal offers comfort to Sutcliff's widow and children. Alana does empathize with their grief but she still burns with fury at the man.
She has never taken satisfaction in someone's death before. Especially thinking (but never saying) that whoever killed Donald Sutcliff deserves her thanks.
They do not attend the wake. Instead, Alana helps Hannibal prepare a savory meal to bring Will, still recovering from Sutcliff's care. "I should have insisted on seeing the scan," Hannibal confesses, sounding disgusted with himself. "Now Donald is dead and Will has been so wounded..."
"You can't blame yourself, Hannibal," Alana quickly assures. "You trusted him." She reaches out to squeeze his hand. And you definitely shouldn't blame yourself for the murder!" She pats his hand and pulls back to continue packing up the fresh loaf of focaccia bread.
"I know you are right, Alana," Hannibal says after a moment. "Yet I cannot help feeling that I failed my patient and my friend."
Her heart aches. "Will is going to be fine. I'm sure of it."
He nods without looking over, carefully ladles the soup into the thermos. "I hope that he will forgive me."
Knowing that he would not accept any more comfort, Alana keeps silent. But when Hannibal has finished loading the food into his Bentley, Alana tells him, "I have an appointment with Abigail this afternoon. I'll see you later, Hannibal." She wants to hug him, the way she would almost any other friend -- Hannibal, however, much like WiIl, does not enjoy physical comfort.
"Thank you, Alana," he says.
As she watches him drive away, Alana is determined to believe that Will and Hannibal's burgeoning friendship will survive this.
RE: fill: Hannibal
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Date: 2023-08-02 12:09 am (UTC)you gotta put up with the rain!
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Date: 2023-08-02 12:10 am (UTC)doesn't mean your story is over.
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Date: 2023-08-02 12:11 am (UTC)we'll be waiting for
the rest of our lives
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Date: 2023-08-02 12:14 am (UTC)this is just a chapter,
not your whole story.
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Date: 2023-08-02 12:15 am (UTC)for my whole life.