Biggletines (A Biggles Prompt Meme for February)

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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!

* Please warn in the subject line if your prompt or fill contains any of the AO3 content warnings.

* You can include DNWs in a prompt if there's something you don't want to see in a fill - please respect these, if there are any - but also, fills are not generally considered gifts for the person who left the prompt, which means a) you have no obligation to comment on or read a fill for a prompt you left, and b) you leave prompts knowing they might be used as general inspiration, and fills might not adhere closely to the prompt.

* It is fine to comment on other people's prompts with questions or encouragement.

* 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

QUESTIONS/COMMENTS? ASK HERE!

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If you have any questions or want to bring something to my attention, please comment here to make sure I'll see it!

[ysande]

Any, fainting.

(Decided I may as well dive straight in by baring my id!)

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Any, food/cooking/recipes while out in the field.

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Any, hospital vigils.

[sholio]

Any, AU in which two characters' places are swapped in any of the books.

(Someone gets hurt in the place of another, someone else stays behind instead of Algy, a different character goes on Mission [x], etc.)

[ysande]

Any, AU or crossover with the last book you read - fiction or non-fiction

[ysande]

Any, getting drunk for the first time

[ysande]

One of Biggles’ earliest squadron leaders, writing about his arrival and hijinks in the same way he does about 666 in Spitfire Parade:

Ginger shook his head wonderingly. 'Nuts,' he breathed. 'Absolutely crackers.'
Biggles stared at him helplessly. 'What have I done to deserve this?' he whispered plaintively.

Any (Team, EvS, Marcel), falling asleep on each other

[sweetsorcery]

From among any of Biggles' Team and/or EvS and/or Marcel - any character falling asleep on one of the others, who then happily endures some discomfort to avoid disturbing the sleeper.

As per this excerpt from Biggles Flies South:

‘With a hammer and cold-chisel, and a few months to work in, we might make the window large enough to get through. Then, if we had a hundred feet of rope, we might get down,’ he muttered sarcastically. ‘But as we have none of these things I suppose we might as well try to get some sleep.’

Nobody answered. Ginger, worn out, was already dozing. Presently he slipped sideways so that his head rested on Biggles’s leg. Biggles did not move. He took out his last remaining piece of cigarette from an inside pocket and puffed at it slowly while it lasted. Outside, the silence of the desert night remained unbroken.

[black_bentley]

Any, one character pouring the other into bed when they've had too much to drink.

(Yes this is about that one scene in The Cruel Sea again, what of it.)

[sholio]

Any, AU in which something that went well in one of the books goes badly instead.

[sholio]

Any, AU in which something that went badly in one of the books goes better instead.

[sheron]

Biggles & Algy, any scenario where one of them is hurt, intimate friendship feels

(Though EvS doesn't need to be in this, please don't write anything suggesting other requited romantic ships for Biggles than Biggles/EvS ♥ )

[sheron]

Which just so happens to be my id as well.

FIC "Biggles in a Flap" Biggles/EvS, Algy & EvS, Bertie & EvS, Ginger & EvS [G]

[sweetsorcery]

This was meant to be a scene of a couple of paragraphs, but suddenly everyone wanted to be in on it, so it got a bit long for comment fic. :)

Biggles in a Flap
set some time post-Hatchet

Re: FIC "Biggles in a Flap" Biggles/EvS, Algy & EvS, Bertie & EvS, Ginger & EvS [G]

[sholio]

OOOOOOOOOO!! *runs off to read*

[sweetsorcery]

I wholeheartedly second this! (And am also pondering it eagerly.)

[(Anonymous)]

Any, cuddle pollen (in honour of the tag-wranglers making 'Cuddle Pollen' a filterable canonical tag on AO3)

[sweetsorcery]

Biggles & Algy & Ginger, intense Hurt/Comfort

Give them hypothermia, put them in a cave-in, get them lost together, or injured, or held captive, or have one or all of them come down with something in exotic climes or nice and cosy at Mount Street. I just want them dropping everything in order to take care of each other. Bonus points for cuddles, huddling for warmth, or feeding each other.

Perfectly happy if you want to make this Biggles/Algy/Ginger.

No focus on other characters, mentions of outside romantic interests, etc., please.

[philomytha]

Biggles /& EvS, all the cigarette business please (putting cigarettes in each other's mouths, lighting each other's cigarettes, sharing a cigarette, every way to get into each other's personal space via cigarettes)

(yes I have just rewatched Guns of Navarone)

Re: QUESTIONS/COMMENTS? ASK HERE!

[tweague]

Is it okay to prompt for other WEJverse properties? I'd love to prompt for a Gimlet one ^_^

[(Anonymous)]

Biggles shifted testingly against his bonds. "I don't suppose you'd spare a cigarette? Your compatriots took mine off me when they searched me for weapons." He glared accusingly at von Stalhein. "I'll be wanting that cigarette case back, you know- it's got sentimental value."

Von Stalhein turned sharply from the window. "I'll see you get a cloakroom ticket for all your belongings. Except, I think, your gun." He pulled out his own cigarette case and toyed with the catch. "I'm sure you can see of course that it would not be in my best interests to allow your hands to be freed."

"Of course," Biggles said with perfect equanimity. "All the same, it'd make the time pass better if you do mean to keep me trussed up here all night. How about just the one hand?"

"I think not," von Stalhein said coolly, and chose a cigarette out of his case, tapping the tobacco into precise alignment on its inner surface. He meticulously fitted it to his habitual amber holder and placed the stem between his lips. From a trouser pocket he pulled a small mother-of-pearl inlaid gas lighter. Drawing upon it, he lit the cigarette, inhaled deeply, and continued regarding Biggles with every sign of enjoyment.

"No, you won't be talking you way out of your bonds this time. Still," he stepped closer to the chair Biggles sat in, "I won't have you complaining of my hospitality." von Stalhein blew out a thin stream of smoke which trailed behind him as he stalked around behind Biggle's chair, nearly out of his peripheral vision.

The elegant hand which suddenly entered his field of view startled him, though Biggles made an effort not to show it. It was the hand which held the amber cigarette holder and the mouthpiece was a hair's-breadth away in clear invitation.

Biggles took a tentative drag. It was a doubly odd sensation, for being unused to smoking through a holder and for having his lips exactly where von Stalhein's had just been. His hand holding the thing to his face was so near Biggles could feel the warmth of von Stalhein's fingers radiating against his lips. If he leaned forward a mere centimetre, well within the allowance of his bonds- but Biggles did not.

The cigarette in its holder was kept in front of Biggles long enough for a couple good puffs- he savoured them, the smoke sitting easy in his lungs on each inhale, much smoother than his usual brand- almost sweet, or perhaps it was something to do with being transmitted through warm amber. Or the warm hand that held it against his face.

The hand and holder were withdrawn after the few seconds and Biggles heard the sound of a quiet inhale just behind him. The chair, sturdy though it was, shifted slightly as though a weight had been leaned against it. Biggles could feel bodyheat and the tingling awareness of another body not quite touching one's own through the wool of his jacket sleeve. The smell of smoke that wafted down around him was particularly heady.

Von Stalhein's brand must use a particularly potent tobacco blend to have quite such a headrush of nicotine, Biggles thought.