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cywscross ([personal profile] cywscross) wrote in [community profile] drabbleonficathon2024-09-01 12:12 am

Drabble On Ficathon 2024 - Prompts & Fills!

PROMPTING FOR DRABBLE ON FICATHON 2024 IS NOW CLOSED BUT FEEL FREE TO CONTINUE POSTING FILLS.

Welcome to the first round of Drabble On Ficathon!

This is the 2024 prompt/fill post where you can comment with as many prompts as you want, and fill as many prompts as you want.

If you haven't already, please check out the General Info Post over here before you start.

A Few Reminders:
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Only one prompt per comment.
Please use this format:
  • Fandom, Character or Ship, Word/Sentence Prompt
Examples:
  • Teen Wolf, Stiles Stilinski, He was born more magic than human.
  • Twisted Wonderland, Leona/Silver, sleep
  • Harry Potter, Any, Canon Divergence AU - Triwizard Tournament
  • Any, Any, "How do you want to do this?"
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Reply to whichever prompt(s) you like with a drabble or a drabble variation.
You can fill as many prompts as you want, fill the same prompt multiple times, and fill a prompt even if someone else has already left a fill for it.
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Have fun drabbling!

Fill: Sharing a Drink (Original Fiction – Woofwoofverse)

[personal profile] flailingfrog 2024-11-08 02:40 am (UTC)(link)
There’s open bars when the job closes, but neither of you wants company of anyone other than the other after this job. So instead you go to a store, grab a bottle, and take it to a pier to split.

You drink messily, because you’re not keeping the bottle once you’re done drinking and you shouldn’t, either of you, drink as much as you’d like.

The scrawnier of you knocks your wrists together, the closest you come to speaking. This isn’t the kind of occasion that calls for more.

Your dog, the best-fed of you, settles her head on her favorite’s lap, and is rewarded with a treat—it’s past her meal-time and she deserves it.

By the time the bottle’s gone, the pair of you are more drunk than you should be, and you still haven’t showered, meaning you still smell disgusting. The dog doesn’t mind, but you, the one who stopped masking and started letting people see the tattoos on his cheeks maybe thirty years ago, do, so you make sure your colleague knows you will both be showering before you climb into bed.

The pair of you argue the rest of the way back, things almost normal.