Ficlet O'Clock Open Prompts

[scribblemyname]

I've missed doing this, and when my best friend who loves these things was out of pocket for a while, I mostly didn't try. So here's the way it works. You give:

1. fandom, storyworld (optional)


2. character and/or pairing (optional)


3. prompt

We write ficlets. Feel free to ask questions on fills and get more fills. Fill whatever you like. Prompt whatever you like. The thread stays open until somewhere after activity slows down to a trickle, I randomly call done working the thread.

So personally I've been missing writing original fiction and Rogue/Remy fic (and Logan/Ororo and Kitty/Pyro), but prompt whatever (like Bobbi or Natasha or Skye or...), just no deathfic or supernatural please.



I dumped in a couple to start, but I'll be in and out. :)

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MASTERLIST

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• Alik + Vred, This moment, we own it.


• Katya, pillow fights


• Cadence + friend, pillow fights


• Alik + Vred, platonic soulmates


• Malina + Alik, insomnia


• Anyone But You (The Enadar Version) [Felise/Enadar + Alik]


• Disbelief (Enadar Take Two) [Felise/Enadar + Alik]


• Alik + Malina + Enadar, finding someone to love


• Clint/Natasha, Remy + OMC, I will not take from you and you will not owe


• For the Hundredth Time, I'm Not Marrying Your Brother [Lisea + Malina]


• Katya, dodging the matchmaker


• Alik + Vred, platonic soulmates + pillow fight


• Whistler + Stratford + Dare, platonic soulmates


• Cameron/Verina, trying to sleep with a new baby in the house


• Alik + Enadar, dogs and cats


• Forsythe/Stasia, a relationship in 5 kisses


• Katya, cuddles


• Katya, stealing the remote control


• Alik + Vred, a genetic recessive who doesn't have/show a soulmark


• The Danger of Discussing Marriage with Your Best Friend [Cadence/Dare]


• Another Cadence/Dare "Pillow" Fight


• My husband became a shepherd to me / I became a shepherdess to him


• Already Through [Vred/Malina]


• Cadence/Dare, You gotta make your own stuff work


• Lisea + Alik, Emotions aren't that hard to borrow / When love is a word you haven't learned

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• Anyone But You [Felise/Enadar]


• Crazy [Agents of Shield, Bobbi/Hunter]


• Five Cups of Coffee and a Stack of Pancakes [MCU/The Unusuals, Bobbi/Walsh]


• Marrying Into the Family [Felise/Enadar + Malina + Lisea]


• It's Only Natural [X-Men, Remy + Scott]


• Speculation [MCU, Steve + Clint/Natasha]


• When All Else Fails, Walk the Dog [616, Clint]


• Burn Your Kingdoms Down [Kingdoms & Thorn, Sear]


• There Is That [Felise + Enadar]


• Mixed Feelings [Felise/Enadar]


• I'm Not a Flirt, It's Just the Way I Talk [X-Men, Rogue/Remy]


• On the Properties of Love [Kingdoms and Thorn, Justus/Rachelle]


• Toto, We're Not in the Multiverse Anymore [X-Men/Narnia, Kitty]


• Almost Soulmate [Vred + Alik]


• Secrets [The Unusuals, Walsh/Beaumont]


• Picking the Family Pet: Spouse Supervision Required [Original]

Comments

[scribblemyname]

pillow fights

[blamesthepen.livejournal.com]

Very silly little bit of dialogue:

"You don't win pillow fights with house cats. What makes you think you can win one with a leopard?"

"I never expect to win," Randolph said. "I do, however, miss my pillow quite fiercely."

[scribblemyname]

LOL Love it!

[blamesthepen.livejournal.com]

:) I thought of how my own cat stole my pillow, and yeah, Katya would always win.

Plus I know she's a favorite of yours and I can't do every prompt with Alik even if he seems to think so. (Yes, he is now back to refusing to shut up, which for him is weird, admittedly, but it's not his usual not talking thing.)

[scribblemyname]

You know me! Soooo many good prompts. I have Chapel in a little bit here, but I'll be back!

[blamesthepen.livejournal.com]

:) I think it is a bit easier to prompt for someone you know. Then you have an idea what might bring out fic. Or you just know what you can expect to get and aim for it.

Okay. I am going to take a stab at that one about owning the moment. Or maybe the love one. Alik has thoughts on both. *grumble*

[blamesthepen.livejournal.com]

This is from my newest thing. It may not make sense.

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"We still don't understand any of the words he uses, do we?" Stratford asked, watching his young houseguest with a frown.

"I'm afraid not," Whistler said, shaking his head as he did. "I have no idea what made him throw that pillow at Miss Underwood."

"Me, either," Stratford told the steward, grimacing at the thought of what the falsely pious earl would think if he knew his daughter was using a pillow to fight the stranger Stratford had found on the shore. "I do know one thing, though. Your mother would not approve."

"Indeed not," Whistler said with slight amusement. "This is hardly a fit activity for either child."

Stratford grunted. "I have no interest in seeing his daughter become just like him, and as for the boy... I think that's the first time I've seen him smile."

Whistler nodded. "I imagine it is as frustrating for him as it is for us to be unable to understand his language. At least it would seem that playing is universal to all children."

Cadence's pillow connected with the boy's face, but instead of getting angry, as it seemed he might for a moment, he laughed. She smiled back at him, her curls bouncing as much as she ran away giggling, inviting him to chase her.

Stratford smiled, enjoying the moment.

"You haven't found any of his relatives yet, have you?"

"You had to spoil things, didn't you? You get more and more like your mother each day."

Whistler's posture went almost rigid. "I was only reminding you of your responsibility to the child. He's not your son."

Stratford bit back a response about not being old enough to be the boy's father. "If I can't find anyone who knows him or who should be his guardian, would it be that terrible keeping him be so terrible?"

Whistler glanced toward the happy children. "No."

[scribblemyname]

I like it though!

[blamesthepen.livejournal.com]

:)

I'm kind enjoying that story's minor characters and outside point of view at the moment. Stratford and Whistler are show stealers with fun brotherly interaction. Not sure it's a good sign since the story is supposed to be about when Cadence and Dare (she names him that before they figure out his language/him theirs and it sticks) are older.

Re: Because I can make this work in my new project...

[scribblemyname]

Interesting...

Another Cadence/Dare "Pillow" Fight

[blamesthepen.livejournal.com]

Because apparently revisiting prompts I've already filled is easier...

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“Stop that, tarischnäva,” Dare said, chiding Cadence with a click of his tongue as well as the word. She glared at him, frustrated, and he tried not to give into his own feelings. He knew he was showing them because he was falling into his own language. He did not use it with others, should have forgotten it by now, but it always came first to his tongue, tripping him over the words.

“Don't call me that. You forget I know what it means.”

He smiled. “It is accurate. You are silly.”

Cadence's mouth thinned into a line, and her eyes became almost black instead of bright green. “I am not. He calls me silly. You do not.”

Dare glared back at her. “Do not ever compare me with your father.”

She sighed, closing her eyes with a wince and pushing back the loose strands of her hair. “I'm sorry, Dare. I know he—he's done worse to you than he ever has to me, and I hate him. I just... I was upset. We both are. I think this may have been a mistake.”

Dare shook his head. “If I can be taught without the language, you can learn. I am... bad teacher. Not good student. I... I lack the necessary skills with which to impart the lessons I seek to convey.”

“Oh, no. Don't start that,” she said, and he frowned at her. He'd been struggling to keep his mind in her language all day, and it was easier if he used Whistler as an example, if he strove to imitate his adopted uncle's tone and vocabulary. “None of this insulting yourself or using someone else's accent. I don't care if you speak the language you were born with, and I never have. We never needed the same language before.”

She said that because she did not understand, could not comprehend his difficulty in maintaining thoughts he could communicate, but she would only get angry if he didn't let the words come however they wanted.

“I cannot teach... with poor language,” he said, and she took both of his hands. Hers seemed so small and delicate compared to his. His fingers were long and thin and strange, like all of him. He felt uncomfortable and unbalanced in his own body after his last gramant.

“Your language is beautiful. Harsh in some ways and melodic in others,” she insisted. “And while I like understanding you, we managed that without words before. Maybe that would even help now.”

He frowned, but then in remembering, he agreed. “Yes. Pillow fight.”

She stared at him. “What?”

“You remember. We were small. I didn't understand your words. I thought you insulted me, so I threw a pillow at you. Then you grabbed one and fought me back with it.”

She looked over at the sword he'd knocked out of her hand earlier. “Those are very strange pillows we're fighting with.”

He laughed, watching her curls bounce as she did the same.