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Hi again, and welcome! I’m [livejournal.com profile] creepy_shetan, your host this week. How's your "2024" writing practice going?

As a reminder, for January, we will be trying a new posting schedule. Sundays are for Lonely Prompts and sharing the fills that you completed during the week, Tuesdays and Thursdays are for new themes and prompts, and Saturdays will remain a Free for All.

With that being said, here's ✎ today's theme: beloved and treasured things. Prompts can be about or feature anything that a character holds dear. Something they fought hard for? A memento of a good memory? A family heirloom? Something seemingly worthless to anyone besides them? Tangible or intangible, if it's something they have and would hate to part with, it's fair game.

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...
+ Resident Evil (game/CGI 'verse), Sherry Birkin (+ any) (/Jake Muller), she still has/wears Claire's red jacket (and something of Leon's?) from Raccoon City
+ any video game fandom, any +/ any, "Why do you carry around that old [item]?"
+ author's choice, any, someone breaks or throws away something they've used in their kitchen for many years

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 2024 collection. See further notes on this 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.

If you are viewing this post on our Dreamwidth site, please know that fills posted here will not show up as comments on our LiveJournal site, but you are still more than welcome to participate. =)

If you have a Dreamwidth account and would feel more comfortable participating there, please feel free to do so… and spread the word! [community profile] comment_fic



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From: [personal profile] nagi_schwarz
Jeonggeun pried open Minhyuk’s battered leather wallet and fished out his credit card with a triumphant crow.

Then he scooped up his phone and fired up the food delivery app. Minhyuk had said Jeonggeun could buy whatever he wanted, and Jeonggeun was hungry, and also feeling adventurous, and — hang on.

A piece of paper had fallen out of Minhyuk’s wallet. Jeonggeun leaned down and scooped it up. It was covered in nearly indecipherable scrawl. Jeonggeun unfolded it and squinted at it. Did that say big? Or shade? It took him a moment to realize one set of squiggles was in English, but the only word he could make out was time.

Jeonggeun held it out. “Hyung, what’s this?”

Minhyuk was distracted, hunched over in front of his computer, headphones on, tooling around with a new song, possibly for Jeonggeun’s team. Not that Jeonggeun’s team would have a comeback till Jeonggeun and Seobin were both back from hiatus, Jeonggeun to recover from the stress of double-length promotions, Seobin to finish high school in relative peace.

“Hyung?” Jeonggeun waggled the paper.

Minhyuk didn’t respond.

Jeonggeun angled himself so he would be visible out of the corner of Minhyuk’s eye and waggled the paper again.

Minhyuk spun around in a flash, hand closing around Jeonggeun’s wrist. He tugged down his headphones with his other hand.

Minhyuk’s hard-earned taekwondo reflexes had slowed over the years since he’d stopped competing, but not by much.

“What’s this?” Jeonggeun asked. “It fell out of your wallet.”

Minhyuk’s gaze fell on the paper, and he let go of Jeonggeun’s wrist, holding out a hand.

Jeonggeun surrendered the piece of paper without a fuss. If it had been in Minhyuk’s wallet, it was important. Minhyuk had never been the sentimental type to keep stuff in his wallet that wasn’t strictly cash or cards or ID, though. He didn’t even have a picture of his family there. Granted, he did wear the family ring with all their names on it, but jewelry was different, for Minhyuk. He wore jewelry all the time, had become accustomed to it from years upon years of elaborate stage costumes, complete with shiny, dangling accessories.

The way Minhyuk smoothed out the piece of paper, his expression going blank, made Jeonggeun a little wary.

“What does it even say? That handwriting is pretty terrible,” Jeonggeun said, trying to lighten the mood a bit.

Minhyuk traced the lines with a gentle finger. “Bin-hyung always had bad handwriting. Half the time he could barely read it himself.”

Jeonggeun bit his lip. “Oh. Hyung. Sorry. I didn’t know.”

“Even if big waves come crashing down on us, it’s okay, because we left everything in the place only the two of us know. Even if we’re blown away by the big wind, it’s okay, because we left everything in the place only the two of us go to,” Minhyuk said.

“I’m confused,” Jeonggeun admitted.

Minhyuk looked up at him. “The lyrics to the song he wrote, that we all sang together. He gave this to me after we finished recording, one songwriter to another. His first and last song.”

He reached out and scooped up his wallet, tucking the paper back into it. Then he put on his headphones and spun back around to face his computer.

Jeonggeun stared down at the credit card he was still holding. He wasn’t hungry anymore, but they both needed to eat. So he unlocked his phone and padded into the kitchen, dialing.

“My son,” Mom greeted him warmly. “How are you?”

“Good,” Jeonggeun said. “Got a pass from the dorms. Hanging out with hyung. Can you show me how to make your kimbap again? I know Minhyukie’s got all the stuff.”

“Of course,” Mom said, then, “you having a bad day?”

“No. But I wanted to do something nice for hyung,” Jeonggeun sad.

“You’re such a sweet little brother. All right, get some rice and some laver.”
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From: [personal profile] brumeier
As soon as I read the subject line I was like, "Oh, no! Binnie!" This is sad, but it's a lovely remembrance too. I'm sorry you made yourself so sad. ::hugs:: Thank you so much for the emotional fill!
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From: [personal profile] nagi_schwarz
Thank you for being here for my feels. Yesterday was the one-year anniversary of his last album, and his birthday is this month, so I’m just a sad puddle of feels.

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