Daily Entertainment - Kidfic Edition!

[damncompass]

Good Morning, Milliways!

It's a nice, crisp, Fall morning in New England. I wish I could share my weather and some cider with you all.

Instead of that, however, as the last installment in the Character Childhood series, I bring you a fic prompt. If this doesn't inspire you, feel free to ask for prompts, or come up with something else.

Fic prompt! Write a short fic (or something longer if it strikes) about a moment in your character's childhood. It can be silly, it can be serious, but it should be something that made an impression on them.

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[masterofgunfu]

As the stars seemed to fall in the dark Texas sky, Andrea leaned into her Mother's arms and felt, for the rarest of moments, safe.

[lady_bols]

It started with an open car door and a balloon. One red balloon, drifting skyward on a lazy morning breeze.

She gave chase, despite her father's voice, calling her back. She chased that one red balloon up the slope of the hill, to the very peak. The morning air was cool, the slight damp of the night's previous rain still clinging to the blades of grass, getting her patent leather shoes all spotted with dew drops. Her mother would be furious, but that didn't matter. All that mattered was catching that one red balloon. And when she caught up with it, she thought her chest would burst with triumph. She wound the thin cotton strand through her fingers and turned, her head singing.

The pressure wave hit first, making her ears pop, and she didn't -- couldn't understand what she was seeing. Where her parent's car should be, there was a ball of flame, still blossoming, soaring into the sky.

The sound arrived a moment later, cementing the moment in nerve and bone. The balloon, the hill, the explosion.

(I'm happy, hope you're happy too.)

[damncompass]

It's not as if he hadn't seen the movie before. It was strange, the guy in the wierd clothes and curly hair dancing around, as well as the shell-shocked couple, and the crazy guy on the motorcycle.

However, sitting in the seat in his costume, watching everyone dancing around in front of the movie, then getting hauled up on stage himself to do Time Warp with everyone else, Joshua couldn't help but grin. This was fun.

He bounced in his seat all the way home, excitedly chattering about the entire experience.

"Can I go back next month? Please?" He didn't even care that he was wearing gold shorts in November.

[hello_freak]

~dies laughing~ Oh god, an image!

[damncompass]

The best part? He was like... seven. (I actually know a family who did take their seven or eight year old to Rocky Horror, so it's not that out of the park.)

One day, I'll write the entire fic of this.

[hello_freak]

The pack was circling again, all jeers and teeth, hands tugging at his backpack, daring him to turn and fight. He still sported a black eye from the last encounter, the one he'd won summarily with a well aimed uppercut to the chin. But this was different than one opponent. This was the mob. This was chaos and savagery at its basest levels.

'Stephens, Addison, Weatherby. Leave off, now.' He would never forget the razor's edge in his brother's voice.

The pack blanched, murmured to itself in confusion and shock.

'Leave now, or the headmaster finds out exactly who's been selling amphetamines on school grounds, where your stash is kept, and how your mother forged your academic records to get you in in the first place.'

Sherlock had always known his brother Mycroft was looking out for him, but very rarely was that influence displayed so bluntly as it was in that moment. 'You needn't have done that. I can handle myself.'

'Of course you can, dear brother. Of course you can.'

Sherlock just put his head down and kept walking passed the older boy, the one tugging on a pair of leather gloves and smirking like the devil himself.

[birdofkirkwall]

She remembers standing in the field outside her family's home with her father while her mother watches from the porch, Bethany and Carver playing nearby.

Marian's hands are clutching two wooden daggers, and her face is flush with exertion after today's lesson. It's been a bit difficult lately, pulling off the maneuvers her father has showed her while her body seems to stretch into a new shape every day. They're done for the day, though, and she beams at her father as he approaches her and ruffles at the shock of black hair that mirrors his own.

"You did good, today," his voice rumbles in her mind's eye. "You'll be a master at daggers in no time."

"I'll be a sneaky assassin and protect the family!" She chirps excitedly.

Her father's eyes crinkle as he laughs, and her hair is ruffled once more. "You've got too much flash in you to be an assassin. You'd be better off being a loveable scoundrel."

"What does that mean?"

"I'll tell you when you're a bit older."

[ever_lovin]

The Autumn air was crisp with the crackle of leaves, sickly sweet scent of cotton candy, and the roar of laughter from the carny crowd but he shivered in fear. It was all innocent fun, really! Who doesn't throw popcorn or worse at the freaks in the show? It's expected right? So the guy was a janitor and not in the show but he was right there!

Now Ben hid behind a rain barrel, hoping and praying that God didn't mind him not going to Temple and that the crazy old lady didn't find him. It was just innocent fun.

[time_dancer]

The rain had finally let up but they didn't care, lost in the heat of their first kiss.

[OOC: Just in case this needs to be said, this is Val as an early teen, not a child.]

[electro_kinetic]

Prompt me, yo. I only really put Noriko into the age plot; Hal was just too hard to grasp, but BB!Noriko has worked out amazingly well, and she's tons different from her normal older self.

So hit me up for aaaaaaaaanything involving a nine-year-old Japanese kid. It'll be fun! Right?

[hello_freak]

The first time she discovered her powers? Alternately, the first time she had to punch someone.

[vance_prime]

I didn't bring Li'l Alyx in for the plot, but I wouldn't mind a prompt or two for her.

[hello_freak]

Operation Acquire That Thing I Want (Cookies? Toy ray gun? Trip to the Zoo?)

[gavin62truck]

Prompt for Tommy, please maybe? Toddler, child, teen, any age. (Btw, next time there's a reason for him to be his younger self in the bar, I'd probably bring him in as a teenager.)

[balancingminds]

She strode into the crowd as if she knew they were all looking at her and didn't care before tugging him along, "Come on, Charles, its time to make you stop being such a square."

"I'm not a square," He said as he deftly dodged behind her as they headed towards Chelsea.

"Yes, you are and its time to change that before we go into high school. You keep forgetting that if everyone is smiling with you, they forget you, ta da, easy as that."

"But I'm odd."

"So am I, but I'm stylish and odd, it helps."

Charles laughed because it was true, she always knew what to make her hair look like to make people see her as she wanted to be seen. Raven upended everything in the best way.

(I have numerous bits and pieces I could write about these two being siblings.)

[makesthings]

He shivered as he clutched his mother's hand as they returned from Death, "Sameth, that was very good. We'll keep practicing together when I'm here and one day you can come with me."

"Yes, mother," Ellie and Dad were watching them and he hated how Ellie gave him a look, he didn't want to be Abhorsen-in-Waiting, but he would.

He'd have to figure out how to be a good one because that meant he'd see Mother more often.

She gave him another smile and hugged him so and he smelled the comforting leather of her bells, she would keep him safe. The someday he would keep her safe, he'd find a way to.

[morethanprops]

All the puppies were around him, barking and nipping as he played tug of war and chided them. This was training, it was, Papa had told him so and Grandpa too. There was a bang as Grandma opened the kennel door and all the puppies watched her as she said, "Oh Moist."

He got up and gave her a hug, he was getting taller and was just as tall as her, she was always telling him that someday he'd tower over her but he didn't now, "What's wrong, Grandma?"

"Your parents, they're dead, their carriage crashed."

The words didn't make sense to him, his parents were there, like the vampires in their castles and the dwarfs below.

All the puppies gathered around them, trying to help the only way they knew how with snuffles and licks.

[not_his_pa]

The only good part about going to school was it was in town, he and Mark could get the mail and the newest papers so Ma wouldn't have to worry too much. Today there was actually a letter and Mark gave it to her with a smile and only a small cough.

Though as she read it, she looked ready to fall over and William whispered, "What is it?"

"He's coming home, he was wounded but he's safe and alive. Oh boys, he's coming home."

Then she hugged them both and William hoped his father would think he was growing up like he should.

[a1enzo]

Enzo watches as the new sprite—from another system—helps clean up the wreckage, using the device on his arm which seems able to do anything, and when that runs out of power, using his bare hands. The system is a shambles, half of it is gone... but Bob is doing everything in his power to make it better.

"Sis?" he asks Dot, who is watching the newcomer with an unreadable expression. "Can I be a Guardian when I compile up?"

"We'll see."

[operates_cobra]

His book is so easy to get lost in, it's so much better than everyday life. There are real heroes, and happy endings, and sure a lot of it is hard fighting off evil but there's hope. He decides, about an hour into reading, to thank Ms. Blanchard the next day.

It won't be for a week or two that he realizes how much she's given him.

[themightyspazz]

Prompts for any of mine are welcome.

[completederrand]

It sings. It always sings. And it likes them, he can feel that every time they touch. All of them--and oh, it likes the red-haired girl, the one who was so angry and he just wanted her to be happy. It likes the one with the beard, and the pretty one all dark and white.

But it really, really likes that one. Enough he tries to attach the sound to the one. It keeps poking at that one, and he'd tried to give it to that one at first!

So he's really happy when he can finally put it in the white-marked palm, and he listens to the song grow. He can hear the ugly note too, far away--

But the song is stronger, as that one--Belgarion, he later associates--puts it on the thing (Sword) and it comes free, and everything is song and light.

He smiles. That errand's finished.

[presspasskey]

They didn't let her see Mommy. Daddy didn't let her see Mommy, and now they're saying she won't see Mommy again. But she wants to see Mommy--

But six years old is being a big girl now. So Lois tries to stop crying, because Lucy's crying. She's only two, she can't stop crying. Mommy should make Lucy stop crying, but Mommy isn't here. Mommy won't stop Lucy's crying again.

I won't let her cry, Mommy, Lois promises silently, and tries to pick up her sister. Lucy's too big, and Lois too small, but she tries anyway and promises herself one day she'll get it right.

[bjornwilde]

I think I'll through my hat into the prompt ring now. Any takers?

Long, because Tavi does not do short.

[student_of_impossibility]

Aunt Isana is with Uncle Bernard. She's crying, and hugging him, and Tavi knows his uncle is trying not to cry because he's a grown-up, and they don't cry. (Grown-up girls can, though.) But maybe it's okay for them to cry when they have sisters.

Tavi doesn't have sisters. Not anymore--not ever, not really, Aunt Cassea and Uncle Bernard are their mother and father. But they are like sisters. He loves them like he guesses boys are supposed to love their sisters (and be irritated when they're brats, because they are).

Grown-ups don't cry, and he's the biggest and he's eleven now. He's a grown-up. He cried a lot, at first. He was also feeling a little sick--Aunt Isana made sure he was okay. But watching his aunt and uncle, he decides fiercely that he'll be grown up, now, for them. He won't make them worry. And he'll make sure they don't have to worry he'll cry.

(Well, not until he thinks of something fun to do. But he can't, right now.)

So he sneaks down to the kitchen, and yes, there are Aunt Isana's keys. While no one's looking, not even old Bitte, he filches them and tries to make his way both quickly and quietly to the girls' room. He knows which key it is--he's left frogs in their beds before--and slips into the room before anyone can see him.

Their toys are still there. He knows which he's looking for. Adela has a hound--it was Uncle Bernard's Brutus, really, and he'd made it for her out of a pretty rock she'd found last year. And then Gerhild whined a lot--Gerhild always whines--and he gave her a carving from wood of his wood fury Cypress. They're the girls' favorite toys.

He puts both into his pockets and cracks open the door, peering out carefully. With no one there, Tavi quickly slips out and shuts and locks the door again. Trotting back to the kitchen, trying to look innocent, he's barely around the first corner when he sees Fade. Uh-oh. "...I want a snack?" Tavi hazards.

Fade only makes a small sound--Tavi doesn't bother trying to understand this time--and if he weren't Fade Tavi would swear he's looking pointedly at Aunt Isana's keys still in his hand. Helplessly he shrugs and puts a finger to his lips, hissing quietly. Fade follows him back to the kitchen anyway, but luckily Bitte is too worried shooing Fade out before he upsets the basket of new bread to notice Tavi silently replace the keys.

He scampers to his room before anyone notices and shuts the door. Immediately he sags against it, and the tears blur his vision and threaten to fall. Pulling out the girls' toys again, Tavi sits on his bed trying to decide where to hide them. Eventually he falls asleep, still holding them close.

His pillow is wet with tears. At least in the dark and silence, no one needs to know he's cried.