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wintersday) wrote2024-10-10 09:59 pm
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Fic or Treat Prompt Post
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What's in the Bowl? Drabbles and drabble variations (double, triple, sequence), 3-sentence fic, ficlets under 1000 words
My current main fandoms are:
- Homestuck (including Friendsim/Hiveswap but not including the Epilogues/H^2)
- Fallen London/Sunless Sea/Sunless Skies
- The Magnus Archives (not including Protocol)
- Mad Max Fury Road
- Rogue One
- I’m interested in trying out fic for The Silt Verses, but I’ve only made it through Episode 40, so nothing post-canon yet
- I’m also interested in trying out original fic, especially original f/f
I’m also happy to get prompts for any fandom I’ve written previously, but whether or not I’ll be able to write anything for them is chancier.
Let Me Know:
- Please give me a character or ship and a prompt of some kind (words/phrases, images, song lyrics, scenarios, etc.)
- Let me know whether there are any major content or stylistic DNWs you’d like me to avoid
- Whether there are any things you would especially like to see
Other info:
- I’m happy to write f/f, f/m, m/m, ships with nonbinary characters, and poly ships of any configuration
- Smut and kink requests are welcome, including pwp. I can’t guarantee being able to write everything, but if it’s not on my won’t write list, feel free to give it a shot, and I’ll do my best
- Common DNWs that I am willing to write: noncon, darkfic, sibling incest, cannibalism, major character death
- I won’t write: sexual content involving characters aged 14 and under, cross-gen incest, graphic depictions of harm to infants and toddlers, RPF, omegaverse, race kink, real world tragedies or atrocities, heavy focus on real world bigotry
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Thank you so much for this offer. Drabbles (particularly triple ones) and 3-sentence fics are my favourite, so I'm super excited about all the shiny things in your bowl :)
I'd love a Rogue One ficlet for Cassian Andor/K-2SO! Some prompts: marks/scars, oral fixation, sweat, "I'm not afraid of you", and malfunction ^^ No DNWs. Smut is good with me, but I like gen too. Something I'd love to see included in some mention of their size difference, if it fits.
Thank you again :D
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Triple-Drabble: Cassian/K-2, Rating: M, making use of several prompts
“I suppose,” K-2 says, “that it’s my regrettable fate to end up covered in your fluids.”
“Well. We all suffer for the cause.” Cassian winces. Smiles, soft-mouthed, with a survivor’s defiance. They break so easily, organics, but this one isn’t broken yet.
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They’re low on bacta again. K-2 uses the last of it on the worst of Cassian’s wounds, then bandages, and salve smeared on burns layered over older scars.
It is a processing glitch, the impulse to let his touch linger on those raised lines. His sensors register warmth, and a shallow, rapid pulse. Cassian has endured torture before. It cannot be easy, having an Imperial security droid working to repair him while he’s in pain. But when K-2 pulls away, Cassian grips his wrist, brings it back. His stomach rises and falls beneath K-2’s hand: steady breathing, no fear.
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The decision to lift his other hand to Cassian’s mouth is a malfunction, certainly, but not a mistake. Not when Cassian’s lips part as K-2 traces them, opening, letting metal rest against his tongue.
It is simple to track the biological cascade, and to predict its culmination: Cassian’s body going taut, flushing slowly, sweat standing out on his collarbones. He makes a sound. K-2 will analyze its frequencies later. Currently, all processors are redirected to modulating his grip, letting him hold without hurting, and to informing Cassian that organics are very wet, but this isn’t and never has been suffering.
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(Let me know if you have any objection to me posting this on AO3, and whether you'd like it gifted. I won't be bothered in the slightest if you say no.)
Re: Triple-Drabble: Cassian/K-2, Rating: M, making use of several prompts
Ahhhh, you used all my prompts - I'm overflowing with joy over this. It's so hot and has everything I love in a neat little package 😍😍😍😍 A triple drabble package at that ❤️❤️❤️❤️ Thank you so much!!!!
This is gorgeous writing and I will save my more gushing comment for AO3 :D
Re: Triple-Drabble: Cassian/K-2, Rating: M, making use of several prompts
Re: Triple-Drabble: Cassian/K-2, Rating: M, making use of several prompts
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Hello, and fic or treat! I love flash fics very much, so I was hoping you could write an original fic for me? I'd love a ficlet focusing on an unstabletelekinetic/his volatile telepath wife. NSFW would be cool too; my DNWs are infidelity/breakup works, and more casual terms in smut (cock, cunt, etc.) My AO3 is![[archiveofourown.org profile]](https://p.dreamwidth.org/b164c54b26e4/-/archiveofourown.org/favicon.ico)
Audrelite for gifting. Thank you so much!
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Triple-Drabble, Unstable Telekinetic/Volatile Telepath, Rating: M
If her skin brushes his as she hands him coffee, she might get fragments of the night they ran — the rain drenching them, confusing heat-seekers and dogs. The way he shivered as they hid behind a ridge, and told himself it was only cold.
They weren’t used to cold then, or mud, or anything but pleasant neutral white. She wasn’t used to touch, but she took his hand. There’d been a flood of fear (His? Hers?), but what she feels now, through his mind, is nearness and the kind of strength that anchors.
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Or there’s the first winter in their first shitty apartment — cockroaches in drains, rent under the table, no questions asked. Geraniums by the windows, because plant thoughts are slow and undemanding. She used to say the words shitty apartment with relish, like she said husband. It felt like such a human thing, and they could have those now.
Even beneath layers of quilts, cold slipped through — but he was warm as he pushed into her, and she ached with the slick, heavy fullness of his need and hers, and the sound of the name she’d chosen repeated in his voice.
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And there’s the time she touched his hand and every object in the room lifted centimeters off the ground. Moments like that are dangerous, but he jumped when it all crashed down, rattling the dust from high shelves, skewing picture frames, and she had to laugh and kiss him. No choice. She had to tug him to the couch, where he pressed his forehead to hers and ran his hands up her back, and she remembers the unsteady static on her skin as all the buttons on her blouse snapped open one by one. Nobody caught them. They’re still safe.
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Also on AO3 here:
https://archiveofourown.org/works/59843827
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Might I ask a ficlet of Rogue One, any POV character, maybe with a prompt of 'smile'
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Triple-Drabble, Chirrut/Baze, Rating: T
“My mistake,” Chirrut says. “You are eternally as grim as a rancor with a toothache.” He leans in quick, moving past old defenses with the ease of one for whom all gates are thrown open, and kisses the furrowed corners of Baze’s mouth. “You’re happy, though.”
The Force hums with it, a low murmur in the air around him, a soundless rhythm plucked on invisible strings. It’s more than the mission — another shipment disrupted, another clean escape. That’s a fiercer kind of joy, and one shot through with weariness. It isn’t even the shard of resonant crystal that Chirrut isn’t supposed to know Baze slipped into a pocket before they ran, though such a fragment is useful for nothing but faith and remembrance, and other things Baze claims he has no use for. Whatever it means to him, Chirrut will let him leave unspoken. He’s more focused on the heat of Baze’s calloused palms coming up to cup his face, the blankets folded against one wall of their little room and the armor that won’t stay on for long. His fingers find the clasps, keyed to Baze’s biosignature and to his own, and the dented plates fall open. Baze is strong, and Chirrut will always love the shift of all that unyielding muscle beneath his hands, but nobody ought to carry something so heavy on their back for any longer than they have to. He doesn’t need it here.
“Of course I’m happy,” Baze mutters, low and rough, close and very present. “I’m home.”
Perhaps he’s smiling now, but Chirrut won’t know until he kisses him again.
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(Let me know if you have any objection to me posting this on AO3, and whether you'd like it gifted. I won't be bothered in the slightest if you say no.)
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THIS IS SO VERY PERFECT AND THEM AND I LOVE IT!
Thank you.
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I checked your ao3 to have a look-see at your fandoms and you've actually written for me before! I'd love a lil' ficlet or drabble or three-sentence fic (whatever tickles your fancy) for Jim and Bones if you've got it in you. If not, no worries at all, friend!
Happy Halloween!
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Do you have preferences for shippy or gen, and is there anything in particular you’d like to see?
Happy Spooky Season! 🎃
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I do love shippy stuff. Academy era is always great! As is shoreleave, and since this is spooky season I suppose I should toss Mirror!verse into the ring, too!
Prompt fill: Jim/Bones, Academy Era, 500 words, rating T
Having Jim Kirk for a roommate doesn’t help. Len’s knees creak, for Christ’s sakes, and that makes him officially too old to have some damned troublemaker golden boy following him around, leaning too close over his shoulder in a cloud of the kind of cologne that college kids wear when they’ve got someone to impress.
“Me and Gaila stole the codes to get up to the science building’s roof,” he says, because of course they did. “I thought we could catch the sunset from up there.”
If Len turned around, he’d see a wide smile, half-innocence and half-trickery, impossible to say no to, so he shrugs Jim’s hand from his shoulder and says, “Look, kid, not all of us can scan this bullshit once and then regurgitate it.”
And — Hell. It’s not bullshit, is the thing. He’ll need it to save lives, but that feels too big to say, when he failed so miserably before. Passing a test is simpler, comfortingly unreal.
“Half an hour?” Jim says, “C’mon. You already know that stuff in your bones. Might be five years before you see a sunset again.”
Might be never. Jim knows how dangerous the cosmos can be, even if his way of dealing with it is to fly into the lightning and not look back. Maybe that means he’s right about watching the night fall one last time, not from the planet’s surface but somewhere high above it, between the earth and their destination. Len can take the PADD with him, maybe, study as the wind sweeps out to sea and the stars come out one by one.
“Fine,” he hears himself mutter, like the fool he is. “It’s a date.”
“I’ll bring the wine, you bring the roses?”
And fuck, he’s not joking — or he is, but it’s the kind of joke Len’s heard him make before, talking like it’s nothing just to cover up how much he means it. The safer thing would be to let it go, but then Jim’s hand is back — is warm, and Len oughta be telling him to cut that out, but the words won’t leave his throat. He’s too close to middle age for this giddy high school crush feeling, but time’s turned backwards and he can’t help it.
To hell with the safer thing. Len doesn’t know where he’s going to find roses between now and sunset, but maybe that doesn’t matter. Maybe all he needs to bring is himself.
Re: Prompt fill: Jim/Bones, Academy Era, 500 words, rating T
Len's long-suffering perspective of the Needs and Shoulds always at odds with his Wants.
This just feels so real and so undeniably canon. Thank you again for taking the time to write this lovely piece for me. <3
Re: Prompt fill: Jim/Bones, Academy Era, 500 words, rating T
I forgot to ask if you’d like this gifted on AO3, so if the answer is no then no worries, but if it’s yes then let me know.
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Thanks and Happy Halloween!
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