Biggletines (A Biggles Prompt Meme for February)

[sholio]

In spite of the name, gen prompts and fills are completely fine! This is an "anything goes" prompting meme for February.

See our previous prompt posts to see how these have worked in the past. These are based off threesentenceficathon and similar DW prompting events.

I'm not going to get too restrictive with rules; this is a low-pressure, free-for-all fest, and the past ones have gone fine!

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* You can fill your own prompt, and multiple fills for the same prompt are fine too. So is using someone else's prompt as inspiration for your own. More cakes!

* You can leave as many prompts as you like (one per comment, please!), with no obligation to fill any. You can also fill prompts without having left one.

* You can crosspost your fills elsewhere, including to AO3 or your own space.

* Anon is on, and anonymous prompts and fills are fine. (I'll turn it off if anyone abuses it.)

This fest will be open for prompts throughout the month of February, and for fills at any time. Go forth, prompt, fill, and have fun!

Comments

[(Anonymous)]

Biggles/EvS, trying to work out if they had thank-God-I’m-alive/sorry-about-the-gulag sex, or something more (it’s something more!)

[(Anonymous)]

Just a snippet but-
(Biggles stuck on plausible denial, meanwhile Erich's experiencing post-nutgulag clarity)

Biggles fumbled with cigarette and matches for several moments as though he'd never smoked in his life. "It's a perfectly common reaction- plenty of fellows in the war- effective catharsis- it doesn't necessarily have to be- I won't hold you to any-" he said in studiously neutral tones. None of his buttons were done up and his hair looked as though he'd, or somebody had, been running a hand through it vigourously. There some interesting marks forming at the base of his throat and on one hip.

Erich looked up at him. The room wasn't especially cool but he had a blanket drawn around his shoulders nonetheless. This was currently his only garment. The floor showed signs of several others. "Bigglesworth. I have entertained notions of doing that, or something similar, since Zabala. This was not some paroxysm of relief or attempt at settling a debt." He flashed a brief grin at Biggles. "Or have you forgotten the other fun we've had over the years?"

Biggles put down his cigarette, still unlit. "But we've never- until ten minutes ago- and some of those occasions featured rather concerted efforts to kill each other," he pointed out.

"Not that concerted, since we're both still here," Erich said. "True, we've not hitherto done so mutually, but have you never, ah- revisited an encounter after the fact? Alone?"

Biggles didn't answer verbally but he turned an remarkable shade of pink about the ears.

Erich extended a hand to him. "Come back here. Shall I prove I began as I mean to go on?"

"Yes, I suppose we'd better," Biggles shrugged off his still-unbuttoned shirt. "Did you really feel this way all the way back in Palestine too?"

Erich pulled the blanket over him as well. "The specifics have undergone several evolutions through the intervening years. But yes, something like it." He made use of his greater leverage of frame, underfed gauntness or no, to roll Biggles closer. "I notice you say 'too'- did you like the figure I cut on horseback, Bigglesworth?"

"Bertie still keeps some rather fine stables from what he says; we'll have to get you up to Chedcombe one of these days," he said, neither confirming nor denying the accusation. "If you're coming all the way to England, that is."

Erich fixed him with a stare. "You would have to try and stop me. We may have to continue this conversation and I don't think we could do it via letter." He provided an oral argument toward his sincerity.

[(Anonymous)]

This is so good!! Biggles forgetting how to smoke! Both of them having **revelations** about their past encounters! Biggles already arranging them a sexy riding holiday! Thank you so much for posting :D

[sholio]

I LOVE THIS. Biggles completely losing it to the point of being unable to light a cigarette! (TRULY a sign of his mental state in total disarray!) I love that Erich is actually handling it much better than he is, and the image of them both disheveled with love bites and clothes scattered all over the floor is amazing; I love how this brief snippet gets across the general tone and style of what happened a few minutes before. Beautifully in character for both of them! <3

Fill/Fic now posted to AO3

[(Anonymous)]

Same anon as above- I've also posted the fill, slightly expanded, to AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/78940301 (https://archiveofourown.org/works/78940301)

[philomytha]

Oh, I love it, I love that Erich now knows exactly what he wants while Biggles is still trying to figure things out for himself, and truly a Biggles too flustered to light his cigarette is a very flustered Biggles indeed <333