Free for All Saturday
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comment_ficHey, y'all. ^_^ It's time for the Saturday Free for All! There are no themes for prompts or fills to follow. Be free, and have fun! ✎
Just a few rules:
1. No more than five prompts in a row.
2. No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
3. Use the character's full name and the fandom's full name for ease in adding to the Lonely Prompts spreadsheet.
4. No spoilers in prompts for a month after airing, or use the spoiler cut option found here.
5. If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space, or use the spoiler cut.
6. If your story has possible triggers, 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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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.
Just a few rules:
1. No more than five prompts in a row.
2. No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
3. Use the character's full name and the fandom's full name for ease in adding to the Lonely Prompts spreadsheet.
4. No spoilers in prompts for a month after airing, or use the spoiler cut option found here.
5. If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space, or use the spoiler cut.
6. If your story has possible triggers, 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
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.
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!
comment_ficAs 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.
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Date: 2024-01-20 08:29 pm (UTC)any, any, pizza and movie night
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Date: 2024-01-21 04:15 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2024-01-21 04:16 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2024-01-20 08:39 am (UTC)Fill: Astro, Dongmin + Sanha, Old Kingdom-ish AU
Date: 2024-01-23 03:21 pm (UTC)The autumn sunlight filtering through the trees was suddenly midsummer’s day bright, and he squinted.
The ice that rimed his body whenever he went into Death immediately began to melt.
Beneath his hands, the orange and white tabby kitten twitched, then kicked furiously, legs racing.
While Kkiyoong’s little spirit, just on the edges of the realm of Death, had been happy and excited to see Dongmin, a familiar figure, back in life his body remembered the instants before death, trying to outrun the speeding car and get to safety, his little legs too small and too uncoordinated.
“Hush, little one.” Dongmin petted Kkiyoong gently, but the kitten yowled and tried to scrabble away.
Of course. Dongmin’s hands were wet and cold. He was always cold after he stepped into Death.
The creaking of the school’s iron front gate startled both Dongmin and Kkiyoong.
Dongmin took advantage of the kitten’s distraction and scooped him up by the scruff of his neck, deftly dodging his little claws.
Sanha came dashing down the lane toward Dongmin, uniform dirty, shoes scuffed, eyes wide.
“Kkiyoong-ah!” He pounced on the kitten, and Dongmin surrendered the ball of fur and fury.
Sanha cradled Kkiyoong close, and immediately the kitten settled, nestling against Sanha’s chest, absorbing his warmth and scent and listening to his heartbeat.
“I was so afraid he was gonna get hit by car,” Sanha said, eyes wide and a little watery.
Then he discovered the blood on Kkiyoong’s fur.
“It’s not his,” Dongmin lied hastily, and showed Sanha his bloody hand briefly. “He scratched me pretty good because he was scared.”
“Oh no! Sunbae, I’m so sorry,” Sanha began.
“If you’re truly sorry, you’ll get back inside the gate and stay on school grounds and keep better watch of your pet,” Dongmin said firmly, praying Sanha wouldn’t notice how Dongmin was pale and damp and shivering just a little.
“Yes, sunbae. I’m really sorry again. Thank you for saving him!” And Sanha dashed back toward the gate, slipping inside, crooning to Kkiyoong all the way.
If Sanha found out that Dongmin was the son of the Joseung Suhoja, the guardian of the border between Life and Death, he’d be even more scared and more sorry.
After all, the Suhoja was a nercromancer.
Dongmin dusted his hands off and took a deep breath. He pressed a hand to his chest, feeling his own heart beat, and then he did a few star jumps to warm up, and finally he headed back into the school as well. Time to be a good student for the day, and to leave Death behind him.
For now.
Re: Fill: Astro, Dongmin + Sanha, Old Kingdom-ish AU
Date: 2024-02-17 10:18 am (UTC)Aww, the poor kitten... And yes, that sounds like a family connection you wouldn't want to advertise to most people. (Sounds cool to me, though. ~_^) Thanks for the fill!
Re: Fill: Astro, Dongmin + Sanha, Old Kingdom-ish AU
Date: 2024-02-17 02:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2024-01-20 08:42 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2024-01-20 09:02 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2024-01-20 01:19 pm (UTC)Fill, Torchwood, Jack/Ianto, rated t for mention of bodily fluids, ig?
Date: 2024-01-26 07:55 pm (UTC)"Just sex," Ianto confirms.
He's not offended to be asked; they'd agreed on just one shag, the first time, but now he's come back to suggest another. He'd ask too, in Jack's place.
But there's nothing sentimental about it; sex with Jack Harkness really is just that good.
Jack asks again the third time, and the fourth; then he's the one who propositions Ianto in a storage closet on the fifth.
Ianto loses count, a little, after that.
So he doesn't know what number it is, when Jack dozes off draped half over him, tangled up in Ianto's sheets with the corner of Ianto's duvet pulled up crosswise to cover ineffectually a quarter of his chest, with one arm trapped under Ianto's pillows and the other folded up against his chest, palm resting flat against Ianto's stomach, snoring softly into Ianto's ear with drool wetting Ianto's pillowcase, one large foot dangling undignified off the edge of the bed, several splotches of Ianto's cum drying on his neck.
It's not the first time he's been embarrassingly unconscious in front of Ianto, or vice-versa.
But it is the first Ianto looks at him and feels warm and, graceless, touches his lips to the corner of Jack's mouth.
Fill, Torchwood, Jack/Ianto, rated t for mention of bodily fluids, ig?
Date: 2024-01-26 07:57 pm (UTC)RE: Fill, Torchwood, Jack/Ianto, rated t for mention of bodily fluids, ig?
Date: 2024-01-27 12:17 am (UTC)Re: Fill, Torchwood, Jack/Ianto, rated t for mention of bodily fluids, ig?
Date: 2024-01-27 12:19 am (UTC)Is your icon from Fellow Travelers, btw? I haven't watched it, but I've had it recced recently several times.
RE: Re: Fill, Torchwood, Jack/Ianto, rated t for mention of bodily fluids, ig?
Date: 2024-01-27 12:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2024-01-20 03:46 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2024-01-20 03:46 pm (UTC)Fill, Torchwood, Tosh & Owen
Date: 2024-01-26 08:14 pm (UTC)"I know." Admitting it is miserable enough. Worse, that she has to reach for another tissue from the box Owen is holding as the tears start off again like she's a broken water spout.
It's just because she's injured that Owen's being so nice about it. Sure, he's been somewhat less of a dick overall since they almost killed their boss and ended the world, but it's still absent-minded when it's towards her, like it was before. Like most of the time he forgets she's a human being instead of an android who exists to type on a keyboard and solve technical problems.
At least he's here. The others scurried out en masse to the conference room when she burst into tears, though not without some wide-eyed looks from Gwen. Ianto lingered a little bit to apologize some more, but even he ran off after she started bawling about how cats are too good for people, really.
"I wasn't wrong," she mumbles miserably when the burst abates. "They're too good for us. They don't judge you for anything you've done, they just love you."
Jesus. She's a grown woman in her thirties sitting in a morgue at work and sobbing about cats because of a little bump on the head.
It's enough to make her cry.
Again.
She buries her face in her hand and gives in, shoulders shaking. What's the point of trying to stop? It's not going to make this any less humiliating at this point.
"Sod it."
Tosh feels Owen shift the box of tissues and her jacket aside beside her; there's a shuffling sound, and then he's hopping up to sit next to her on the autopsy table. After a moment, his right arm settles gingerly around her shoulders.
"They are too good for us." He shifts, and Tosh opens her eyes to see a wad of tissues held out in his free hand. She takes them and blows her nose.
"It's okay," he says once she's done. "Just--let it out. You should be feeling yourself again in an hour or two, and there shouldn't be any long-term damage, thanks to the Smoother, but you took a big knock to the head. No one's holding it against you. Even if you hadn't got a concussion. Getting elbowed by a great Welsh muppet and taking a header down the stairs'd make anyone a little teary-eyed."
Tosh chuckles, sniffs, and blows her nose again before the snot can dribble down her lips. It sounds very loud in the quiet morgue. "God. He's going to be apologizing for weeks, isn't he?"
"He'll be absolutely miserable about it," Owen agrees cheerfully. "We'll be eating chocolate eclairs and drinking your Hawaiian blend for a month."
She huffs. Owen squeezes her shoulders and offers her another tissue.
She takes it, sets the snotty ones aside, and dabs her eyes, only for them to fill back up with tears directly.
Owen chuckles. "It's okay," he repeats, and doesn't move away.
Fill, Torchwood, Tosh & Owen
Date: 2024-01-26 08:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2024-01-20 03:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2024-01-21 05:35 am (UTC)Fill: Astro/Billlie, Old Kingdom AU, Myungjun + Sua
Date: 2024-01-23 12:18 am (UTC)Sua, who was diligently stitching indexing tags on the spines of books, said nothing.
Myungjun said, “It’s absolutely freezing outside.”
Still, Sua said nothing, still resolutely tagging tomes upon tomes of prophecies.
Myungjun said, “It’s deadly cold outside, and I don’t want to go out there.”
At that, Sua frowned, hands pausing. “Why would you go outside?”
They were both Third Assistant Librarians, clad in yellow waistcoats over their Keeper robes. It was their duty to handle newer books and prophecies and less dangerous artefacts, like non-magical weapons and clothing from distant or long-dead kingdoms and civilizations. They didn’t have to go outside for anything.
Not that they were trapped in the Library.
Nor were they trapped inside any particular building at any time. It was just that they lived on a glacier, and it was freezing outside all the time. Charter magic and hotsprings kept everyone warm and comfortable inside, so they rarely ventured outside. It was why all of them were so pale.
Myungjun said, “I lost a bit with Bomi and Yeoreum, and now I have to help with a Paperwing test flight.”
Sua sighed. “How many times have I told you not to make bets with the Twins?”
Making bets with two of the strongest Seers among the Keepers really was a bad idea. Myungjun wilted a little under Sua’s disappointed gaze, but sometimes his pride got the better of himself. Everyone knew that Keeper women could choose which kind of child they wanted to have, and most of them chose women. That Myungjun’s mother had chosen him was rare, and now he always had to prove himself, that he was worthy of standing among the Keepers.
He was a skilled Charter mage on account of coming from a strong bloodline — his father also having been a mage who’d come to visit the Library to do some research — and also his natural singing skill, as Charter magic could be used with music as well as the written word.
But he had no Seer skills at all, so he was never asked to help with the Fifteen Day Watch, and any time he was clumsy or foolish or just different, the others sighed with longsuffering and chalked it up to him being a man.
“I almost won,” Myungjun offered weakly.
Sua shook her head and resumed stitching index tags.
Myungjun resumed working alongside her, writing down the reference number of each tag in his indexing tome.
Finally Sua said, “You know they’ll have you doing something risky. Why do you always let them goad you?”
Sua didn’t get it. She didn’t understand how it was for Myungjun, his very existence constantly questioned. Why did a man exist among the Keepers? They had no need for men.
Except to test fly a new design of Paperwing — and possibly crash and die.
“You promised we’d become Second Assistant Librarians together.” Sua plucked at her waistcoat. “Yellow isn’t really my color, and it’s not yours either.”
“I promise I’ll survive,” Myungjun said. “And if I don’t — if I don’t, well, at least everyone will remember me.”
Sua slapped him on the arm. Hard.
He yelped and affected a wounded pout, rubbing his arm. The pieces of jade on her key bracelet had dug in hard. “What? I was just kidding.”
“No you weren’t. You know it’s dangerous.”
“But I’m really good at magic.” Myungjun glanced at her sidelong and picked up his calligraphy brush, resuming writing.
“Unless you can sing or whistle all the most important control incantations for the paperwing from memory,” Sua began, and cut herself off. She turned to him fully, needle and thread abandoned. “Myungjun. Did you steal the plans from the Makers and memorize all the incantations?”
Myungjun shrugged and made another entry in his index. “Maybe.”
“Myungjun!” Sua hissed, grabbing his arm and almost messing up his writing.
“Aish.” He shook himself free and turned to her.
“Did you?” she demanded.
He grinned at her. “Come outside with me and find out.”
As if on cue, a sending, genderless and ageless in its robes and skin that danced with charter marks, approached and handed Myungjun a folded scroll. Even without opening it, he knew what it was, because he recognized the calligraphy on the outside.
He was being summoned for the paperwing test.
“Bet on me,” he said, and headed for the main doors.
Sua followed. “You better earn me two dozen chore coupons.”
Myungjun grinned at her. “Make it three.”
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Date: 2024-01-21 05:35 am (UTC)