Thursday: Seasons
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comment_ficHello, everyone. I’m nagi_schwarz, your host for the week. So much gratitude to everyone who has left and filled prompts these past two weeks! Today's theme is seasons. Prompts can be anything from the four seasons to the holiday season to the busy season or exam season.
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. Unfortunately, DW doesn’t have a cut tag, so use your best judgment when it comes to spoilers.
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, busy season
+ Any, any, the off-season
+ Any, any, Summer in the City (Lovin’ Spoonful)
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nagi_schwarz, your host for the week. So much gratitude to everyone who has left and filled prompts these past two weeks! Today's theme is seasons. Prompts can be anything from the four seasons to the holiday season to the busy season or exam season.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. Unfortunately, DW doesn’t have a cut tag, so use your best judgment when it comes to spoilers.
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, busy season
+ Any, any, the off-season
+ Any, any, Summer in the City (Lovin’ Spoonful)
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 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. Fret not, DW members; we are working on a way to search through old entries for prompts for you! As of right now, the best way to search for a lonely prompt on DW is to search the community’s archive, which can be found [[HERE]].
While the use of LJ's advanced search and DW’s archive are options, bookmarking the links of prompts you like might work better for searching in the future.
As a friendly reminder about our schedule, Lonely Prompts and sharing completed fills are encouraged on Sundays, while new themes and prompts are posted on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Saturdays are a Free for All day. We'll share our posts on DW and LJ for everyone's convenience. Keep an eye out for notifications!
If you have a Dreamwidth account and would feel more comfortable participating there, please feel free to do so…and spread the word!
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Date: 2024-09-19 10:31 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2024-09-19 10:32 am (UTC)Fill: Sherlock Holmes (ACD): Dr Watson
Date: 2024-09-20 12:59 pm (UTC)But for two weeks in the summer the heat is overpowering and all right minded people, and not a few criminals (to Holmes' disgust) head for the country. It does not last, they are soon back, the men a brighter shade of red, and life returns to its pleasant, if damp, state.
Re: Fill: Sherlock Holmes (ACD): Dr Watson
Date: 2024-09-20 05:19 pm (UTC)Re: Fill: Sherlock Holmes (ACD): Dr Watson
Date: 2024-09-20 05:20 pm (UTC)Re: Fill: Sherlock Holmes (ACD): Dr Watson
Date: 2024-09-21 01:49 pm (UTC)Re: Fill: Sherlock Holmes (ACD): Dr Watson
Date: 2024-09-21 01:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2024-09-19 10:32 am (UTC)FILL: Deadpool & Wolverine, Wade/Logan, fluffy
Date: 2025-03-14 11:50 am (UTC)It’s a snowy winter night, and the stockings are hung by the chimney with care, and two cups of hot chocolate sit beside the big green Christmas tree. The twinkling lights are pretty and glittering, and Logan is sure that Wade added WAY too much tensile to the tree, but he lets the Merc decorate to his heart's delight.
Just before midnight, after all the presents are wrapped and the snow begins to fall to create a winter wonderland outside, Logan pressed a soft kiss to Wade’s lips. Wade blinks in surprise but smiles. “What was that for?”
“Because I love you, Wade.”
Wade’s lips slowly break out in a bright, beaming smile before he snuggles up close to Logan, curling his entire body against him. “I love you, Logan.” Wade whispers against Logan’s chest.
The best part about winter is being wrapped up in the warmest blanket in a pair of arms that gave the best hugs. Wade is a cuddler, so they spend most nights on the couch watching a movie, and Logan ends up being swaddled by Wade who wraps him up in a hug and a blanket and just holds him, and Logan allows himself to be soft and sweet and he draws in a deep and calming breath, smiling because his boyfriend's natural scent always smells like fresh rain.
The snow outside has created a picture-perfect winter wonderland, and the warm cuddles from Wade have a way of soothing Logan into a blissful Zen until he feels snugly soft and smiling fondly as he gazes at Wade. Love is the way Wade hugs him—a big bear hug filled with devotion and kindness that makes Logan's heavy heart feel light as a feather.
When Logan nuzzles Wades chest and begins to softly purr, Wade grins and presses a kiss to Logan's forehead, before he softly whispers, “I love you too, Peanut.”
Wade gives Logan a hug and presses a kiss to his forehead, and his smile is big and bright, and just being with the man he loved was the best Christmas gift he could have ever received.
♥ END ♥
Re: FILL: Deadpool & Wolverine, Wade/Logan, fluffy
Date: 2025-03-14 01:26 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2024-09-19 10:32 am (UTC)Fill: Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard + Rodney McKay + Teyla + Ronon
Date: 2024-09-22 02:45 pm (UTC)“What?” John shouted back.
And, yes, it probably wasn’t the best time to try and carry on a conversation what with the roar of the pouring rain and gusting winds and the almost constant cracks of thunder and the very real danger of getting struck by lightning. What were they even doing?
The entry for PR4-88H had intriguingly hinted at an amazing trade opportunity which, while probably not a cache of fully charged zedPMs, could be something vital to the continued well-being of the Atlantis expedition. The entry didn’t say anything about PR4-88H having a monsoon season.
“McKay!” Ronon’s bellow cut through the noise. “Bag!”
“Right. Sorry.”
Rodney tied off his bag, which John had just filled with sand, and handed it off to Teyla, who in turn passed it to Ronon. They were trying to keep floodwaters at bay because one of the town’s levees was starting to fail.
Before he’d traveled to another galaxy and taken up residence in a semi-sentient, sometimes homicidal alien city, Rodney would have questioned people like the ones he was now helping. Why live in such a dangerous place? Why not just move somewhere safer that wasn’t prone to floods or droughts or tornadoes?
He got it now, though. Sometimes a person couldn’t choose their home; it chose them instead. Rodney had almost died countless times since coming to Atlantis, but leaving would be unthinkable. His work was there, his friends were there, John was… well. John was John, and what other explanation was necessary?
Rodney took the next bag from John and tied it off, gloves on the protect his hands. The ponchos were a waste, but he was grateful for the gloves and the safety glasses that protected his eyes from airborne debris. Hip waders would have been appreciated under the circumstances – he was standing calf-deep in the swirling floodwaters.
The team worked together like the well-oiled machine they were. Filling sandbags and building up a barrier to help save the livelihood of people they’d only just met, all while being the wettest a person could possibly be, until finally the rain let up and the waters stopped rising.
“The Mulveans are very appreciative of our assistance,” Teyla reported after meeting with the local equivalent of the chamber of commerce. She held a small earthenware bowl in one hand and a small, leafy green plant in the other, the root system wrapped in cloth. “They have agreed to trade with us.”
“So what did we break our backs for? More plants? That’s disappointing.” Rodney asked. He was going to have to get some cream from Carson to deal with the chafing from the wet pants. The Mulveans had given them loose, dry clothes to change into, but the damage had been done.
Teyla handed him the bowl, which was blessedly warm in his clammy hands.
“What –?” Rodney cut himself off when he got a whiff of the liquid inside the bowl. He gave Teyla an incredulous look before taking a cautious sip. “Coffee?? They have coffee? Is that a coffee plant?”
He didn’t wait for confirmation before chugging the rest of the coffee. Which, yes, didn’t taste exactly like Earth-based coffee, but he could tell it was a close relative. He could practically feel the caffeine dancing through his veins, and suddenly he didn’t care about his chafed thighs or the head cold he was certain he was developing.
“Coffee,” he sighed happily.
“I’d say McKay is on board,” John said with a smirk. “This’ll solve the rationing problem. What do they want from us?”
“They asked only that Rodney return with a plan to engineer better levees.”
“Me? Why me?”
Ronon raised an eyebrow. “You wouldn’t shut up about how you could do a better job of flood prevention in your sleep.”
“Oh.” Rodney did remember saying that, but he was always running off at the mouth when he was having a bad day. “Well, I wasn’t wrong. It’s basic engineering, really. A series of canals would work much better than the levees they have right now. As a matter of fact –”
“We’ll take your word for it,” John interrupted. “Can we head back now? I need the world’s longest, hottest shower.”
“I told them we would return in a week’s time,” Teyla said. “Will that give you enough time to draw up your plans, Rodney?”
“Another cup of this coffee and I can have plans in about ten minutes.”
John clapped him on the shoulder. “We’ll be back for the coffee. Let’s go.”
As they headed for the Gate, a light rain started to fall and there was a distant rumble of thunder.
“Do we have any wetsuits?” Rodney asked. “Because the ponchos are worthless.”
“I’ll ask around,” John assured him.
Despite the weather, Rodney had a spring in his step. A regular source of coffee! That was definitely worth battling a monsoon.
Re: Fill: Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard + Rodney McKay + Teyla + Ronon
Date: 2024-09-22 04:42 pm (UTC)Re: Fill: Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard + Rodney McKay + Teyla + Ronon
Date: 2024-09-22 04:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2024-09-19 01:24 pm (UTC)Fill: The Three Lands (original fiction)
Date: 2024-10-14 04:31 am (UTC)STILLNESS
It had been years since he had stayed anyplace long enough to watch the seasons change.
Andrew – Ambassador of the God's Land, whose missions of diplomacy and espionage kept the Great Peninsula at peace – sat on a cliff, his legs dangling over. His eyes squinted at the stars, slow heralds of what was to come. The wind off the waters was cool; the ground beneath him was frigid.
It felt pleasant, in contrast to the blizzards he had endured that winter. The barbarian north was no place for a peninsularean, his sister had once scolded him. He had given her one of his rare smiles, knowing that she was encouraging him to stay home. They all were – every one of them, from his commoner friends to the rulers of Koretia and Emor. Daxis's King would have wanted that too, he supposed, if the King weren't dead.
There was a change now. He couldn't see it, but the all-knowing birds, friends of the divine Owl and Raven, sensed the change. They began to sing – first one lone nightingale, then a timid lark, and finally a chorus of robins. The seabirds upon the water were beginning to rise, flapping their great wings. It was coming.
He had spent so many years now in the barbarian north – far more than his work justified. Although Emor's imperial ruler desired peace with the barbarian tribes who lived on the mainland next to the empire's borders, war was far more likely to come between Emor, Koretia, and Daxis – the Three Lands of the Great Peninsula, forever quarrelling. It was there that he was needed most.
Forever restless, forever seeking something nameless he couldn't find, he spent little time in his homeland of Koretia. His blood brother, the ruler and god-man of Koretia, must mourn his absence, but his blood brother said nothing, wise in his silence. The ruler of Emor, on the other hand, made sharp remarks about Andrew's frequent absences, though he too was a friend of Andrew's. And then there was Andrew's sister, with grief in her past and joy in her present, who would have gladly shared her spirit with Andrew, if he were only there for more than a few days at a time.
The chorus had reached its peak. The stars were paling, having delivered their clarion call of the arrival of him who was greater than them. Last seen disappearing over the waterfall at the edge of the world, the Sun began to rise beyond the mainland mountains, making his godly entrance once more. He was not yet in sight.
Something touched Andrew, both soft and firm. Andrew said, without turning his head, "I thought you planned to sleep late this morning."
"I did, till I woke up and found you gone." The Queen of Daxis sat down beside him, her scarlet skirt vivid in the starlight. "I've never seen a sunrise from here. You chose a good spot."
He could hear now, far behind them, the sound of her guard, keeping silent so as not to disturb the royal couple. Andrew, Consort to the ruler of Daxis, put his arm around his new wife. "I've never watched on this particular day, but I've heard— Yes, there, see? Between those two mountains."
Like an entranceway for royalty, the two dark mountains standing sentinel on the mainland across the waters were eclipsed for one bright, glorious moment as the Sun rose directly between them, blazoning the first day of spring.
Andrew turned his head to kiss his beloved wife. There was no rush to leave here. No rush to go anywhere, when he had so much now to stay home for.
Re: Fill: The Three Lands (original fiction)
Date: 2024-10-14 12:07 pm (UTC)Re: Fill: The Three Lands (original fiction)
Date: 2024-10-14 08:58 pm (UTC)I'm glad you liked it. I hope it wasn't too complicated. I try to make all of my stories so that they can be read as stand-alones, but Andrew's thoughts were just pouring out in this one.
Re: Fill: The Three Lands (original fiction)
Date: 2024-10-14 12:20 pm (UTC)Re: Fill: The Three Lands (original fiction)
Date: 2024-10-14 08:55 pm (UTC)Thank you for your kind words!
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Date: 2024-09-19 01:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2024-09-19 01:26 pm (UTC)Fill: Astro/SF-9, Moon Bin + Park Minhyuk + Kang Chanhee
Date: 2024-09-20 05:38 pm (UTC)“What’s this?” Bin shrugged off his backpack and pushed it to one side.
Minhyuk plopped down opposite and handed him a pair of chopsticks, then poured him a cup of water. “Dinner!”
Dinner for the trainees in the dorms was usually ramyeon. If they were lucky it had an egg or two in it. On really good days they could have some meat or cheese in it too, and some green onions for garnish.
“Is it…your birthday?” Bin asked. He knew it wasn’t his own birthday.
Chanhee sat down in front of the bowl to Bin’s left. Minhyuk handed him a pair of chopsticks too, but he poured his own drink.
“It’s Dongji!” Minhyuk beamed, all dimples and bright eyes.
Bin darted a look at Chanhee. Who even celebrated Dongji anymore? If anyone was going to celebrate a holiday in mid to late December, it was Christmas.
“Minhyukie-hyung showed me what to make,” Chanhee said. He used his chopsticks to point. “We have read bean porridge, and sweet red bean rice cakes, of course kimchi and a bunch of seasoned vegetables, and some garlic marinated beef for good measure, and spring onion pancakes, and —”
Bin was so fixated on the notion of actual beef that he almost missed the next part.
“Wait — patbingsu? In the middle of winter?”
Only there was a massive dish of shaved ice in the middle of the table, festooned with rice cake bites, strawberries, kiwi, blueberries, pineapple, and of course red bean paste, drizzled with condensed milk.
“It’s freezing out,” Bin said.
But Minhyuk handed him a spoon. “Life is short. Eat dessert first.”
Bin accepted the spoon slowly. When he looked at Chanhee, Chanhee was also holding a long-handled dessert spoon and watching him expectantly.
Right. He was the oldest, and the senior-most sunbae. They were waiting for him to start.
“Thank you for the food,” he said finally, and took a bite of the bingsu even though he’d much rather have had the beef.
The beef wouldn’t have given him brain freeze, after all.
By the time Bin recovered from the shock of cold, Minhyuk and Chanhee were happily digging into the dessert.
“So…why all the red bean?” he asked, reaching for some beef.
Neither boy objected.
Minhyuk swallowed quickly. “Because red beans drive out the bad energy and leave only the good energy, of course. We want good energy for the coming year.”
“Red bean is the flavor of Dongji,” Chanhee said wisely, and Minhyuk beamed at him, proud.
Bin knew that Minhyuk celebrated his birthday on the lunar calendar rather than the western calendar, and that he was a very strange mix of deeply traditional and also deeply Christian. While Bin had grown up vaguely Christian, his parents hadn’t been very devout at, well, anything.
“So eat up and hope tonight is super cold,” Minhyuk said.
“Why would I want it to be cold?” Bin served himself some more beef. It was delicious. Chanhee and Minhyuk
“If it’s really cold at midwinter, we’ll have a good harvest next year.” Minhyuk nudged the bowl of bingsu toward Chanhee to let him finish it off, and Chanhee pounced on it with glee.
“You’re not a farmer,” Bin said slowly.
Minhyuk served him some kimchi and a piece of green onion pancake. “But we get our food from farmers.”
Bin considered. “True.” He tried some of the pancake. It was the perfect combination of crispy and flaky. “Happy Dongji.”
Minhyuk served himself some red bean porridge. “You too, hyung.”
Re: Fill: Astro/SF-9, Moon Bin + Park Minhyuk + Kang Chanhee
Date: 2024-09-21 01:46 pm (UTC)Re: Fill: Astro/SF-9, Moon Bin + Park Minhyuk + Kang Chanhee
Date: 2024-09-21 02:00 pm (UTC)Re: Fill: Astro/SF-9, Moon Bin + Park Minhyuk + Kang Chanhee
Date: 2024-09-23 01:22 am (UTC)Re: Fill: Astro/SF-9, Moon Bin + Park Minhyuk + Kang Chanhee
Date: 2024-09-23 11:54 am (UTC)Apparently iced americano in the middle of winter is par for the course in SK, so why not shaved ice, I guess?
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Date: 2024-09-19 05:02 pm (UTC)It's the time of the season
When the love runs high
In this time, give it to me easy
And let me try with pleasured hands
(The Zombies)
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Date: 2024-09-19 05:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2024-09-19 05:05 pm (UTC)Fill: Spooks (MI5): Lucas North
Date: 2024-09-20 01:17 pm (UTC)Winter: cold, needing extra layers, hat and warm gloves; probably wet.
Spring: breezy, tugs at garments, convenient for spotting suspect chasing after hat/umbrella/bag; still wet.
Summer: baking hot when no shade; overcast days when protected by trees etc; sudden showers.
Autumn: weather the opposite of whatever you're dressed for, so alternately cold or hot; generally wet.
Re: Fill: Spooks (MI5): Lucas North
Date: 2024-09-20 05:20 pm (UTC)Re: Fill: Spooks (MI5): Lucas North
Date: 2024-09-20 05:22 pm (UTC)Re: Fill: Spooks (MI5): Lucas North
Date: 2024-09-21 01:41 pm (UTC)Re: Fill: Spooks (MI5): Lucas North
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Date: 2024-09-20 04:27 am (UTC)Fill: The Untamed, Lan Zhan/Wei Ying, modern AU
Date: 2024-09-20 05:52 pm (UTC)But he laid out a bowl of steaming white rice, and a platter of vegetarian dumplings — and two large tureens, and then he sat opposite Lan Zhan.
“Tonight, we are having my Shjie’s famous lotus spare rib soup. Well, yours is rib-free, of course. But this is the best soup you’ll ever have.” Wei Ying beamed at him.
Lan Zhan inclined his head politely. “Thank you for the food.” He had heard much about Jiang Yanli’s cooking, knew that Wei Ying held his beloved Shijie’s cooking in very high regard. That Wei Ying was sharing his family’s recipe was quite intimate, wasn’t it?
Lan Zhan lifted the lid off his soup, and the steam and scent of it hit him. It did smell delicious. It —
A sudden burning struck him.
He blinked and coughed — and saw Wei Ying pouring an incredible amount of hot chili oil into his own tureen of soup.
“Oh no, are you all right?” Wei Ying paused and set the bottle of chili oil — now half-empty — aside and pounded Lan Zhan on the back.
“What — what have you done to your soup?” Lan Zhan rasped. He fumbled for his glass of water.
“Oh, this? It’s just a bit of hot sauce. It’s hot soup season, after all. I know you Lans aren’t much for spice, though.” Wei Ying beamed.
And took a mouthful of soup.
How he didn’t die on the spot was beyond Lan Zhan, whose nose and throat were burning, and all he was experiencing was the steam.
Lan Zhan didn’t know how to ask for milk or some other aid without offending Wei Ying. He did the only thing he could think to stop the burn, which was by eating as much as possible. Wei Ying looked delighted at how Lan Zhan demolished half of the dumplings and rice and practically inhaled all of his soup, but at the end of the meal his eyes and nose and throat were still burning.
After the meal, Wei Ying insisted that Lan Zhan relax in the den while he did the washing up, but that meant Lan Zhan couldn’t sneak into the refrigerator for a blessed gulp of milk. He was left sitting stiffly on the sofa trying not to cough, eyes watering, discreetly wiping his nose with his handkerchief.
Wei Ying hummed and sang and talked to himself while he did the dishes.
When he sat beside Lan Zhan on the sofa, he held out a steaming mug. Lan Zhan braced himself.
“Here, it’s steamed milk. Another way to celebrate the colder season.”
“Thank you,” Lan Zhan said, and accepted it as politely as he could.
And gulped it down.
Then his throat was burning for a whole new reason, and Wei Ying was fretting and fetching cold water, and maybe Lan Zhan was not made for hot soup season, cold though the Cloud Recesses were in winter.
Lan Zhan was made for Wei Ying coddling him and comforting and fussing over him, though. Maybe he’d endure more hot soup for his.
Re: Fill: The Untamed, Lan Zhan/Wei Ying, modern AU
Date: 2024-12-06 06:59 pm (UTC)Re: Fill: The Untamed, Lan Zhan/Wei Ying, modern AU
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