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This is a challenge where you answer a prompt with a fic consisting of only three sentences. It's open to all fandoms and you can post and answer as many prompts as you like. Only one prompt per comment please.
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on 2009-12-15 09:52 am (UTC)in which his friends are no help
on 2009-12-15 11:19 am (UTC)"I'd like to see him outrun me on a Questworld hovercraft," Jonny mutters, "'cos you know they're just gonna do all that in CGI."
"To be fair," Hadji says, "Questworld is pretty much all CGI."
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on 2009-12-16 12:05 am (UTC)Daydream Believer
on 2009-12-16 03:00 am (UTC)They pass what looks like a rickety train station, and Luna waves at her mirror image, the silvery-haired woman who is sitting there as though she’s always been waiting and always will be, and Dean swallows over the lump in his throat and takes Luna’s hand.
She is laughing as she dabs a bit of enchanted paint on his nose; and he smiles and keeps his eyes open, losing himself in kaleidoscope eyes and her daydream charm for just a little while longer.
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(I hope you don’t mind Dean Thomas/Luna? :p I’m not sure about the mechanics of Patented Daydream Charms, so I just winged it ;) And just so you know, I was totally listening to “Lucy in the Sky With Diamonds” as I wrote this.)
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on 2009-12-16 12:26 am (UTC)Oh look at the sweet little maid before me,
Who speaks not the words I've slipped in his mind.
What goodness is this, o whore of denial?
Thou must not know how well I know thy husband.
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on 2009-12-21 08:58 am (UTC)"Strong silent type, eh? I like that in a man."
Batman doesn't respond, just drags him along, a little closer to Arkham and a padded cell with every step.
"Oh, come off it, Bat-brain. I didn't actually take your little bird's eye out, there's no reason we can't be friendly! Still, it is the thought that counts."
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on 2009-12-16 02:41 pm (UTC)He knew what he was meant for, knew what promise waited for him at the end of this long line; he murmured the words softly to himself, rex quondam rexque futurus, over and over again until they lulled him into a light sleep.
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on 2009-12-30 05:13 pm (UTC)But there's something in the way he watches her, his face closed but his eyes sharp, the way his gaze lingers over her hands when she gestures, the spark of amusement that rests in all but their most fierce arguments, and Brennan does not understand this. She does not understand people, and Booth never hesitates to remind her of this, but she's beginning to think it's more upsetting that she doesn't understand him, and she doesn't know why that should be true, but it is.
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on 2009-12-16 02:08 am (UTC)There! a velvety sheathe--burning auburn in the dim candlelight--surreptitiously embalming my hands with their slick, hot gore. Wash it away; away you shall go! My flesh will not be muddied by this mess for longer.
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on 2009-12-16 01:44 am (UTC)(because, Talking Beasts!)
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on 2009-12-16 03:40 am (UTC)They watch the lion and the king bow to each other, both faces solemn.
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on 2009-12-16 02:31 am (UTC)Supernatural, Dean, Inigo Montoya
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on 2009-12-16 02:05 pm (UTC)"In Narnia we threw daggers and fought alongside our brothers in battle," she says bitingly, "and we ruled as queens and ladies; you were a lady then, Susan, when you wore no lipstick and you could draw your bow in your sleep."
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on 2009-12-21 06:04 am (UTC)When he opens his eyes, Castiel is still standing in the middle of the room, and then he sways just a little bit before turning around.
"They have been taken care of," he says, voice gravelly, and Dean blinks twice and instinctively reaches his hand out as Castiel approaches.
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on 2009-12-16 02:34 pm (UTC)Shaun's afraid that Zach isn't ready, that maybe he pushed Zach into this; he's afraid that one day Zach will look around him and want something different, and Shaun will be left with memories and a hole in his chest.
"You think too much," Zach murmurs into the curve of his shoulder, brushing a gentle kiss onto his skin and wrapping an arm around him; Shaun strokes a hand over the length of his back and lets his worries burn away.
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