Friday: WAFF (Warm and Fuzzy Fic)
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4bdnsn0wflake, and I hope everybody had a great time this week.
A heartfelt thank you to everyone who left prompts and those who filled them!
In my part of the world, the temperatures are dropping, the days are getting shorter, and I’m in the mood for some fic that feels as good as a soft, snuggly sweater.
Hence, today’s theme is WAFF (Warm and Fuzzy Fic). Let’s start the weekend off feeling cozy.
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
Some examples to get the ball rolling...
+ Ouran High School Host Club, ensemble, winter wonderland
+ Lucifer (TV), Trixie Decker+Dan Espinoza, father and daughter fun at the arcade
+ Author’s Choice, any characters, Halloween party and costume contest
We use 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 2018 collection. See further notes on this new option here.
Not feeling any of today’s prompts? Check out Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet 1 (not very current), Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet 2, or the Calendar Archives, or for more recent prompts, you can use LJ's advanced search options to find prompts to request and/or fill.
While the Lonely Prompts Spreadsheets and LJ's advanced search options are available, bookmarking the links of prompts you like might work better for searching for in the future.
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4bdnsn0wflake, and I hope everybody had a great time this week.A heartfelt thank you to everyone who left prompts and those who filled them!
In my part of the world, the temperatures are dropping, the days are getting shorter, and I’m in the mood for some fic that feels as good as a soft, snuggly sweater.
Hence, today’s theme is WAFF (Warm and Fuzzy Fic). Let’s start the weekend off feeling cozy.
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
Some examples to get the ball rolling...
+ Ouran High School Host Club, ensemble, winter wonderland
+ Lucifer (TV), Trixie Decker+Dan Espinoza, father and daughter fun at the arcade
+ Author’s Choice, any characters, Halloween party and costume contest
We use 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 2018 collection. See further notes on this new option here.
Not feeling any of today’s prompts? Check out Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet 1 (not very current), Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet 2, or the Calendar Archives, or for more recent prompts, you can use LJ's advanced search options to find prompts to request and/or fill.
While the Lonely Prompts Spreadsheets and LJ's advanced search options are available, bookmarking the links of prompts you like might work better for searching for in the future.
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Date: 2018-10-26 02:23 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2018-11-12 01:55 am (UTC)“Hey, Trix,” he greeted her. “Chloe.”
“You’ll have her home by seven?” Chloe questioned.
“Yes,” he assured her. “I know when I’m supposed to have her back.”
Trixie grabbed his hand as Chloe nodded and turned to leave. “Daddy, can we play skeeball?”
Dan grinned at the wince he was sure his ex was attempting to hide. “Sure, baby,” he agreed. “Let’s go.”
It didn’t take them long to exchange money for tokens and then find an open skeeball lane. Dan handed over a token. Carefully, Trixie fed the coin into the machine. As the balls clanked into place, she jumped up and down. “You play, too, Dad!” she exclaimed.
“You don’t want me to help you?” he asked.
She glared at him. “I don’t need your help anymore.” Pointing imperiously at the lane next to hers, she ordered, “You play in that lane.”
“As you desire,” Dan said. He dropped a token in the slot and watched the balls cycle down. As he bent down to pick one up, he watched Trixie dig her own ball out. His little girl was growing up and as she prudently lined up her shot and released the ball, he realized this was one part he might be ready for. Some other parts… not as much.
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Date: 2018-10-26 02:25 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-01-26 02:58 am (UTC)“No, I…” Steve tried to protest, but gave up as the woman slapped a number on his arm and shoved him into a group of men and women all wearing variations of his own uniform. Some of them were quite well done, while some looked like they were painted on t-shirts.
“Rogers?” Bucky’s welcome voice was in his ear a moment later and Steve searched the crowd for his friend. “Do I wanna know how you ended up on stage, punk?”
“Stuff it, Barnes,” Steve replied, glad the new comms allowed them to subvocalize and he didn’t look like he was talking to himself.
A low chuckle echoed over the comms. “Smile pretty,” came the reply.
“It’s not the first time I’ve been a dancing monkey,” Steve retorted, moving across the stage with his group. “But I’m kind of stuck here.”
“I’ve got your back,” Bucky responded.
Steve could see the glint of Bucky’s arm as the other man moved through the crowd. Using that as his origin point, Steve scanned the crowd for their target even as he followed the directions of the judges. “Bucky?”
“I see him,” Bucky growled in response.
“And the winner is…” the judge said.
The announcement was drowned out by Bucky’s tackle as he took the target down and Steve dashed off the stage to help subdue the man. As they hauled the man upright, the judge announced, “Well, that’s not something you see every day. Looks like Captain America got his man!”
Bucky looked at Steve over their target’s head. “Next time Stark can chase the target at the costume contest.”
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Date: 2018-10-26 02:27 am (UTC)Fill: Shadowhunters - Magnus Bane/Alec Lightwood - Hand in Hand
Date: 2018-10-27 05:20 am (UTC)RE: Fill: Shadowhunters - Magnus Bane/Alec Lightwood - Hand in Hand
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Date: 2018-10-26 10:36 am (UTC)FILL - Pepper Potts/Natasha Romanov
Date: 2018-10-27 05:42 pm (UTC)She walked into the kitchen, where Pepper was making coffee. No breakfast, just coffee, with too much sugar, in Natasha’s opinion.
“What’s this?” She asked, holding aloft the new piece of clothing that had magically appeared overnight.
“It’s the jacket you were admiring the other day.” Pepper said casually. “I was downtown yesterday, so I picked it up for you.”
Natasha frowned.
“I decided it was too expensive.”
“But, you really wanted it. I could tell. So…” Pepper shrugged.
“All right. I’ll pay you back.”
Pepper laughed.
“I bought it for you. As a present.”
Natasha’s frowned deepened.
“For what? It’s not my birthday.”
“Just because.” Pepper answered simply. She poured herself a cup of steaming java, then held the pot up as a way of asking her girlfriend if she wanted some.
Natasha shook her head.
“That doesn’t make sense. You have to have a reason.”
“No I don’t.”
It didn’t compute to the Black Widow. No one did anything “just because”. They always had a reason, or, more likely, a motive.
“You have to.”
Pepper sighed, but affectionately. She went over to Natasha and pushed some hair away from the redhead’s still-puzzled face.
“The reason is I love you.”
Natasha’s face softened. What a lovely concept. And, coming from anyone else, she wasn’t sure she’d believe it for a second.
But, from Pepper, she would believe it forever.
Pepper leaned in and kissed Natasha, then said softly;
“Try it on.”
The redhead removed the leather coat from the hanger and slipped into it.
It fit perfectly.
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Date: 2018-10-26 10:38 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2018-11-12 12:16 am (UTC)And it certainly wasn’t the stuff that came in a packet.
No, Eliot warmed milk carefully over a gas burner stove and slowly melted three kinds of chocolate into it. Sometimes he added a little crème de menthe or a touch of caramel. Today, he wanted pure, indulgent chocolate though.
He’d made the drink and poured it, then made his way over to the large window that dominated his living room. Even a year ago, he wouldn’t have trusted such open sight lines in his living space, but life had changed since retirement. And he couldn’t say he was sorry. Now he sipped from the mug and enjoyed the rain hitting the panes of glass. His life had changed, but it wasn’t a bad change. He still kept his hand in at the brew pub and with the new generation of Leverage, but he was mostly retired. So he got to enjoy things like hot chocolate on a rainy day.
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Date: 2018-10-26 12:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2018-11-12 03:28 am (UTC)The mage in question came out of the workroom, where he’d been finishing up a spell. “I thought you might like that to keep you warm until I was finished.”
Alec considered it for a minute, then pulled it down, tucking it around himself. After a minute, a warmth settled into his body. When Magnus joined him a few moments later, he greeted the mage with a kiss. “This was a nice surprise,” Alec told him.
“Did it keep you warm enough?” Magnus wanted to know. “I enchanted it to warm you when you’re chilled. It shouldn’t make you too warm though.”
“It was perfect.” Alec wrapped his arms around his boyfriend. “But I like this much better.”
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Date: 2018-10-26 02:24 pm (UTC)author's choice, author's choice, a sweet dream when the long trick’s over (John Masefield)
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Date: 2018-10-26 02:30 pm (UTC)author's choice, author's choice, Sweetest love, I do not go (John Donne)
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Date: 2018-10-26 02:35 pm (UTC)author's choice, author's choice, It’s hot in the summer in Madrid (Carly Simon)
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Date: 2018-10-26 02:41 pm (UTC)author's choice, author's choice, we were passionate then, in those halcyon days (Carol Ann Duffy)
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Date: 2018-10-26 02:51 pm (UTC)author's choice, author's choice, Sweet joy I call thee (William Blake)
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Date: 2018-10-26 07:37 pm (UTC)Not sure how fluffy it is...
Date: 2018-11-12 02:58 am (UTC)The postcard arrived a week after the Triskelion fell. The postmark was smudged but the writing was clear. The precision of the writing reminded Tony of notes his mother used to send him when he was away at school. Turning it over, he looked at the picture for a minute before finally reading the message. I’m sorry about your parents. If I could bring them back, I would, the simple words read. Tony started to tear it up, then realized that he wasn’t denying responsibility or asking Tony to forgive him. For now, Tony would think on it.
The postcard arrived as Clint was working on the porch of the farmhouse. He was happy to be home, but he was already bored with only the farm to entertain him. The kids gathered around him after Laura handed him the mail, attracted by the colors on the front of the card. “Who’s it from, Daddy?” Lila asked as she leaned on his knee.
“I don’t know,” Clint replied, flipping it over to read the message.
Don’t change the whole house to give yourself something to do, he read. A second read caused him to laugh. The sender had a point.
The postcard arrived after they’d spent the day combing through a Hydra base. Sam was tired and sore, the Falcon pack weighing heavy on his shoulders. Steve had stopped at their drop to pick up messages and returned with a stack, including the postcard. Thank you for taking care of him, the message read. Sam looked at it and then looked at Steve, who looked worn down from searching for his best friend. “Hey, Steve,” he said. “How about we go find some dinner?” He clapped the blond on the shoulder. “You can tell me some more stories about the crazy things you and Barnes did.”
Steve perked up a bit and nodded, heading for the door. “Did I tell you about the time Bucky stole a loaf of bread?”
The postcard arrived after Natasha had been testifying on the Hill. I remember you was all it said. She looked down at it for a minute, then smiled. He would return when he was ready.
The postcard arrived when Steve had almost given up hope. I’m not ready for you to find me yet. I’m just starting to remember and I need more time, it read. Steve studied the handwriting that was so familiar and yet so strange at the same time. He’d give Bucky time, but not too much. He wanted his best friend back by his side.
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Date: 2018-10-26 08:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2018-10-26 08:58 pm (UTC)Fill: Original
Date: 2018-11-04 04:46 pm (UTC)The world tilts on its axis, and his footstep falters. The hairs on the back of his neck are standing, though, as he hears her voice, husky with the twist of honey that is the storyteller’s lilt. It’s been so long – so long since he heard it in the flesh. It’s even been a long time since he last called her number, just to hear her recorded message, a long time since he listened to that clip of her doing her party trick of counting backwards from ten in five different languages, and ending on a chuckle. Yet he recognises her voice, impossible though it is to hear it.
He turns very slowly, it feels like hours, but his deliberate steps take him to her in seconds.
“You’re alive,” he says, interrupting her mid-speech, which is not like him, not at all.
“So, everyone keeps telling me,” she says, her voice amused, good-humoured, understanding. “I survived the coronation attack in my universe, Wilf.”
It’s the abbreviation that does it. Nobody else apart from his grandad called him that. He clutches at her, all restraint and manners gone. She embraces him back.
“Here too,” she whispers in a kind of wonder, although he isn’t sure he was meant to hear.
He thinks he will never let her go, but he must. He thinks he will never help her return to her universe, but when she asks, he will, because her Wilf is waiting for her to come back and right his world.
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Date: 2018-10-26 09:00 pm (UTC)Fill : NCIS, Nick/Ellie
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