girlsfest | Round 1: Quotes

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Round 1: Quotes

Each prompt should be centered around words that have already been said.

Possibilities include a quote of any kind:

Existing works (books, poetry, TV shows, movie scripts, video game scripts, song lyrics, articles)
Speech (celebrity, netizen, anonymous)
Anything else that fits!

Example:

Characters/Ship: ITZY Ryujin/Chaeryeong
Tags: alternate universe - fantasy, ryujin is marceline chaeryeong is pb!!
Prompt:

Marceline: I dreamed about you while I was in my poison coma. I was all old and withered, and you were still nice and pink.

Princess Bubblegum: You think I'm nice?

-- Adventure Time 7x12, "Stakes Part 7: Checkmate"

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RULES

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CONTENT
Prompts and fills have to center around K-pop girl group member(s). This includes:

All active and former girl group members
Female soloists
Female members in co-ed groups
Any female idol or trainee affiliated with K-pop (e.g. GP999 contestants, AKB48 members who featured in Produce48)
Slash, gen, het, and trans works are all accepted as long as they involve at least one girl group member

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Characters/Ship:
Tags:
Prompt:

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Characters/Ship: Any
Tags: canon compliant, no major character death
Prompt:

Blow all my friendships
To sit in hell with you
But we're the greatest
They'll hang us in the Louvre

- Lorde, The Louvre

FILLING

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[FILL] still I fall

Characters/Ship: Aespa Winter/Karina
Tags: idolverse, predebut, shared trauma
Permission to Remix: Please ask
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Content of fill here...

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Characters/Ship: Sana/Nayeon
Tags: Post-Apocalypse AU, Established Relationship, Love In A Hopeless Place, Non-liner Narrative
Permission to Remix: Yes
AO3 Link
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Please don’t be fooled by the lies that there is no light anywhere
Together, we’re going to have a dream we’ve never seen before.
― Everglow, First

But I like the way you feel
In the flames of the candle
― Fletcher, War Paint

Sana startles awake at the sound of a loud metallic clang, reaching immediately for the dagger next to her head. She only relaxes, dropping the knife back onto her makeshift bed, when she registers that it’s just Nayeon.

Just Nayeon with smudges of dirt on her cheeks and a sheepish heart-shaped smile. Nayeon holds out the can in her hand, looking at Sana with a tenderness that cleaves Sana’s heart in two. Like she’s offering Sana the world instead of baked beans.

Sana takes the can with a small smile that she presses to the corner of Nayeon’s mouth. She delights in the way Nayeon lowers her gaze, suddenly shy, a pretty pink tint seared over her cheeks. Sana brushes her thumb over the curve of Nayeon’s dirt-stained rosy cheek. “Thank you, Nayeonnie.”

After months of surviving on cans of baked beans and soup, Sana can hardly stand the taste anymore. But she’s long given up the heart to refuse Nayeon anything. So, she forces herself to swallow the damn beans.

“I have something for you,” Nayeon says after Sana puts down her empty can.

Sana blinks, only now noticing the hand Nayeon has carefully hidden behind her back. There's a hint of nervousness deepening in Nayeon’s eyes as she holds out Sana’s gift.

“I found them at the other corner of the warehouse.” Nayeon bites her lip, gaze raking over Sana’s face, carefully taking in Sana’s reaction. “It’s not the same as pearls but I thought –”

Sana steals the rest of the words right out of her mouth. Because Nayeon has made her a necklace of wild flowers. And it’s both sweet and romantic, in a way that only the end of the world can bring.

Nayeon pulls away and there’s a wondrous glimmer in her eyes as she coaxes Sana to lift her hair. Her fingers are gentle as she slips the woven necklace around Sana’s neck.

Sana kisses her again like this, with Nayeon’s hands curled around her nape, and Nayeon’s love for her resting against the base of her throat where her heart beats.

Sana screams when she’s violently tugged into the laundromat she’s passing by. It takes her a few more seconds of struggling to recognise that the woman before her is Nayeon. She’d met Nayeon days ago in a cafe just down the street from her hotel. They were supposed to go on a date tomorrow, after Sana’s gala dinner for her company’s 50th anniversary.

But then, the meteor hit and it’s a miracle Sana had even made it out of the hotel in one piece. She’s still in her dress – an evening gown that’s made of too much fabric and weighs a ton. The gala dinner was themed Royal Ball and Sana had planned her outfit for months. It feels excessive now.

“It’s not safe out there,” Nayeon says, dragging Sana further into the laundromat, all the way to a back room marked Employees Only. “Let’s stay here for the night.”

She sits Sana down on one of the chairs and hands Sana a bottle of water. After Sana drinks half of it, Nayeon uses the remaining water to gently wipe the makeup off Sana’s face. Sana lets her, still too stunned by what had happened.

“Shit, I’m sorry,” Nayeon says hastily when she accidentally nicks the necklace around Sana’s neck. Nayeon looks so apologetic that it makes Sana want to laugh because who the hell needs an expensive necklace in this kind of situation?

“It’s okay,” she says with a wry twist of her lips, watching as pearls scatter all over the floor.

“How about Hawaii?”

“Hawaii?”

“There are beautiful beaches there we could visit.”

Nayeon does this, sometimes. She’ll pretend that there’s life after this. As if their entire world isn’t confined to empty shells of broken buildings and lonely dead-end roads too full of rubble to navigate through. As if there’s more on their horizon than trying to survive through another hopeless day.

Sana always indulges her. Survival is more than ensuring she doesn’t starve or waste away. And she’ll do whatever it takes to keep Nayeon alive, to keep Nayeon here with her.

“Sure,” she says as a grin blossoms on Nayeon’s face. Sana smiles, teasing. “Is this your way of saying you want to see me in a hot bikini?”

She giggles when Nayeon turns scarlet, spluttering. Sana buries her face in the crook of Nayeon’s neck, chuckling again at Nayeon’s half-hearted grumbles.

It doesn’t take too long for Nayeon to settle, curling an arm around Sana’s waist. Sana exhales slowly, eyes fluttering closed to the sound of Nayeon’s steady heartbeats.

They find a standalone Starbucks in a building that’s mostly intact. The only signs of damage are shattered glass walls, fragments of glass littering the floor and tables like diamonds.

All the pastries and cakes in the display are mould-infested but Nayeon discovers boxes of biscuits and bottled water in the storeroom that they can take.

As Nayeon packs the newfound supplies, Sana makes them coffee in chipped mugs she finds on the counter.

They sit in the middle of the ruined cafe, enjoying their coffee and each other’s company. If not for the destruction all around them, it feels exactly like being on a date.

“Doesn’t this remind you of the first time we met?” Nayeon says, eyes crinkled into pretty crescents.

She knows Nayeon had meant it to be nostalgic. But Sana can’t help the way her heart sinks beneath waves of longing and bone-deep regret.

“I wish I had met you earlier,” Sana says softly. Maybe if they did, they’d have time to be something more than the only two people left alive in a burning world.

They could have been so much more than this.

Nayeon must be able to hear the wistfulness in her voice because she reaches out, taking Sana’s hand in hers.

“I know. But this is what we have now.” Nayeon presses a coffee-tinged kiss to the cradle of Sana’s palm. And suddenly, Sana can breathe again. Nayeon always feels like coming up for fresh air after being underwater.

“I’m glad it’s you, Sana,” Nayeon tells her fiercely. Earnestly. Sincerely. “I’m glad I’m here with you.”

The cafe is mostly empty when Sana steps inside, cloaked in a quiet mid-afternoon lull. She stands in front of the counter, ignoring the pointed glare from the teenager manning the register, and takes her time to contemplate the menu.

“I hear the Lavender Mocha is really good,” a voice says from somewhere to her left.

Sana turns, meeting a warm, honeyed gaze. The first thing she notices is that the woman in front of her is pretty, carrying an air of elegance in her crisp black blazer. Sana thinks she would not look out of place in a movie or perhaps on stage, in one of those idol groups everyone seems to go crazy over.

She tilts her head, taking in the woman’s easy smile and decides to take a chance. Something tells her she should take the recommendation, and also not let this woman leave the cafe without getting to know her first.

It’s a strange compulsion, almost like the universe is nudging Sana to reach out and build a connection. Almost like it’s telling her that if she plays her cards right, this stranger can be so much more.

She turns back to the cashier, now scowling at this interaction unfolding before the counter, and orders two Lavender Mochas. She glances at the woman and there’s definitely vested interest playing around her beautiful, brown eyes. Sana smiles, slow and steady. The kind of smile she knows is hard to resist. “I ordered one for you too. If you have the time to join me?”

The woman laughs, cheeks dusted a pretty tinge of pink. Sana can already imagine collecting future memories shaped around that sweet laughter. She holds out her hand, “Minatozaki Sana. Thank you for the recommendation. I’m sure I’ll love it just as much as I’ll love the company.”

The woman takes her hand and maybe it’s the way she’s looking at Sana, but her heart flutters at the touch. “Im Nayeon. Don’t thank me yet. You might find me to be the most boring person you’ll ever meet.”

“I find that hard to believe,” Sana says, just as the barista calls out their drink orders. “You’re already a breath of fresh air, Nayeon-ssi.”

Time has slipped through Sana’s fingers; she’s long lost track of what month it is and of how long it’s been since.

All she knows is that they’re down to their last candle. Burning with a tiny flickering flame that brings neither warmth nor much light on yet another cold, sleepless night.

Sana takes in a deep breath and it rattles hollow in her lungs. Her heart is cold, heavy with frost and stuck in perpetual winter.

Behind her, Nayeon shifts. Icy fingers sneak underneath Sana’s shirt and sweep up and down her side before laying claim on the span of skin just over the crescent of her hip.

“Sleep.” Nayeon presses her lips to Sana’s shoulder, lingering over the healed scar there – a knife wound from one of the bandits they ran into some time back. Before everything and everyone faded away. It feels like an entire lifetime ago now.

For a moment, Sana loses herself in the swirling eddy of memories and leftover ghosts of everything they’ve lost. For a moment, she allows herself to forget that the world has turned to dust around them.

That they’re all they have left.

She shifts, coaxing Nayeon to curl around her until it’s hard to tell where their disparate edges meet. She brings her hand up to lace her fingers with the hand Nayeon has anchored around her hip.

For now, all Sana needs is this.

Fuck :( the angst hurt wonderfully! Thank you so much, I liked this a lot. /op

non-linear/post-apocalypse fic?!!! thanks you. the disparity of before and after...how losing everything is also finding everything T_T really love the way you write nayeon taking care of sana so tenderly... All she knows is that they’re down to their last candle. < favorite line!!! thank you for writing!!!

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Round 1: Quotes

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