Challenge: Origfic Bingo

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August 2017

Posted here: http://log.lianamir.com/2017/08/07/origfic-bingo/

prompt: fireworks

Stay (ficlet)

"What? A whole day back and you didn't launch any fireworks?"

Justus laughed before he even turned around. He had been trying to make space for her things. "Battery Acid."

She slipped under his arm, let him kiss her temple without complaint for the sentiment. Usually, she preferred her own apartment in Kishet, but Justus lived in Riving, and his house was pleasant enough to visit, even stay at for weeks on end.

She wasn't really here to stay.

"You ever wonder what the point of everything was?" she asked.

He stiffened. There was a lot of everything, the things they'd done, the blood on their hands, saving each other's lives and putting each other before whatever was supposedly right.

"No," he said. "You're alive. All of us are." Their entire team.

But Battery Acid just huffed a tiny laugh. "For now."

She wasn't really here to stay.

Flare (drabble)

This is the moment she's been waiting for—weeks of patient fingers smudged gunpowder black, staring up at the sky wondering what it would mean to blot out the stars with a more brilliant light.

Aneda turns the pages of the ancient book, weights down the delicate page with a carefully placed rock (she's ever been practical), and breathes on her palm to watch her exhalation curl upward into smoke and flame. She touches it to the fuse and waits.

Her palms are damp with sweat. She doesn't bother to douse the flame.

There. Flaring light. Come, rescue me. Color.

prompt: day at the beach

Sand (drabble)

The sand got stuck between her fingers and toes. Skylight studied the way it looked, barely paler than her skin, and let herself feel the grit.

She remembered still the grit between her teeth, that got stuck in her eyes, when her braid came loose from how she’d wrapped it and whipped into her face when the desert winds blew fierce out on a harsher ocean of sand. She’d been a fighter then, if little more than a child.

She waded out from under memory and stood on the front of an ocean of water instead.

New memories. Better ones.

magic

backstory/missing scene

bodyswap/bodyshare

violence

criminal intent

AU: Alternate Genre

vacation

undercover

abandonment

temperature

WILD CARD

bedtime rituals

technology/mechanics

badfic

costumes

tickling

coming home

psychic/superpowers

poetry (magnet or otherwise)

vehicle

festival/fair

grief

family celebration