Friiiday, Friiiday, Gonna Write Fic on Friiiday (I am so sorry.)

[ladyoflorien]

Happy #FicFriday!

Continuing the new tradition from here:

— Leave prompts in the comment section below
— I will respond with at least 2-sentences of fic, unless I get carried away
— You can request anything (take a look at my interests for ideas), including OF
— Leave prompts for 140 Character Fic over on Twitter, too! Use the hashtag #FicFriday
— Brevity is the soul of wit
— HAVE FUN!

If you have a #FicFriday post of your own, link me to it in the comments so I can prompt you as well! Happy writing, everyone!


My #140CharFic fills from Twitter:

Firefly
For Fi, prompt: Zoe-other half
"They call em Dust Devils, those who kept fighting after the war. Good for business, but Wash blackens her rep a little each day."

For Jill, prompt: Zoe, that awkward moment when...
" 'Jayne! Where are Naomi's rubber nipples?' The pot is empty, and Jayne looks shifty. 'This time you're goin' out the airlock.' "

Hell on Wheels / X-men: First Class crossover
For Fi, prompt: Lily-Charles-sacrifice
"It's what he had in Erik that broke her initial chill. Partners. Visionaries. Balance. Lost to him now as Robert is lost to her."

Once Upon a Time
For Fi, prompt: Regina-freedom
"They put her on show ponies, in finely carved carriages; she forgets. Indulgent half-seconds of memory, beating hooves and wind."

For Jill, prompt: Regina, relapse
"Roots in her heart like thick coils; one is Rumpelstiltskin. One is Cora. A web of Snow, all whisper You'll never be accepted."

Comments

[ceitfianna]

Mine's up here

Lily-drying out in the sun

Zoe-soldier's heart

Red and William-scars

Regina-not waiting

Porthos-worth fighting for

[maidenofthewest]

She wouldn't allow herself to grieve for her husband; Hell on Wheels moves forward every day, and so must she. It was while laying dirty clapboard on the floor of her tent, hand trembling around hammer and nail, that she finally let it out, and it was half an hour later when the setting sun dried the trails down her cheeks that she found her center again.

[someonetocarryyou]

Her shoulder hits cool steel, hip to the door frame and arms crossed, smiling as she listens in on the next room.

"Mommy fought for all these stars?"

"Well, not -- yes. Yeah! Mommy fought for all these stars, but you know which one she fought for the hardest? She fought for that bright, blue, glimmering, shimmering twinkle in your daddy's eye. That was you, kiddo."

[mm_gabby]

William's never heard of the Dust Bowl, which is fair, because Red's never heard of Contention. All these questions they've got, but not one of them needs asking when they both walk in bruised, licking the splits in their lips, eyeing each other's scuffs; they nod in brotherhood, an understanding bound in blood.

[happilyneverafter]

Her whole life Regina never felt her mother really loved her; she obeyed not because she wanted to, but because she feared what would happen if she didn't. However, she would not wait for her 'Prince Charming', when Daniel stood right there, inviting, and wholly without strings.

[srspirate]

Love. The answer is always love. It matters not if it is his love, for there is plenty of that to go around, the love of his brothers, his friends, or the love of the king; it is the marrow of life, the only reason to draw your sword.