Prompt me

[louiselux]

I'm feeling the need for some writing inspiration at the moment. Leave me a prompt and I'll write something (of some length or other) to fit it. First ten prompts, please.

Fandoms are listed in my interests, but at the moment they are tennis and Saiyuki... or any other fandom you think you might be able to prod me into writing. I'm feeling semi-adventurous. A bit.

Also, it's the last day for Fedal fridge magnet fic entries. I spent most of yesterday rearranging words and scratching my head. It's such a good challenge - come and play.

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[louiselux.livejournal.com]

I can't believe I wrote tennis Hetalia au. So blaming you.

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"I can't help it if my timing's perfect," Switzerland said, thwacking the ball across the net to Spain. "It's just the way I am."

"Yeas, but the cuckoo clocks in every room – it's disturbing," said Spain, belting the ball back. "No one needs that many clocks. And all that chocolate you eat—You'd be more healthy if you stuck to seafood."

Switzerland nodded, disagreeing silently. He knew Spain had been on a very strict regime for a long time. He'd got rid of it a while back though, with the result that he was now prone to being a bit extreme, but he still had a lot of old habits from that time. For one thing, he could be a little narrow minded, Switzerland thought. There were things he'd like to say to Spain, a lot of things, in fact. But mostly he didn't dare. Instead, he kept his distance and only chatted now and again. They didn't spend much time together, which was probably for the best.

There was also a rumour that Spain was having a little bit of trouble in the Balerics. Switzerland definitely didn't want to ask about that though – it was far too personal.

He watched Spain from the other end of the court. He looked so beautiful and healthy that it was difficult to think of him unhappy, and it made Switzerland sad to think that he had been.

But this sort of thinking was pointless and wouldn't get them anywhere. Also, two minutes had been wasted in idle daydreaming. He threw off his thoughts and tossed the ball into the sky, then hit it hard to Spain, who was waiting.

[daegaer.livejournal.com]

Yay, thank you! Hee hee, Switzerland's precise ball movements! Spain's trouble in the Balearics! (I think you can get a cream for that).

This is a thing of beauty, thank you!