Ficcish Bandwagons, how I love thee!
There's a fic meme floating around on my flist started by donutsweeper and mad_jaks which I wasn't going to succumb to, but having read what other people are making of it, it looks like too much fun!
Give me a title and I shall write a snippet for it in several different fandoms of my choosing. Using song titles and snippets of lyrics is perfectly acceptable as ( Read more... )
Give me a title and I shall write a snippet for it in several different fandoms of my choosing. Using song titles and snippets of lyrics is perfectly acceptable as ( Read more... )
"Promises, promises"
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Torchwood.
“You!” The red-headed woman’s fury was evident even though she didn’t move from her position behind the desk. “I said if you ever showed your face here again you’d be eliminated.”
“I’d like to see you try; I’ve changed a little since you last saw me. Oh and don’t bother trying to alert your flunkies as they’re all incapacitated. If you’re lucky he won’t have killed them.” On cue John swaggered though the door, his guns in their holsters but sword in hand. He nodded. “You’re lucky,” Jack announced. “But I think your luck just ran out,” he added as John sauntered over to the desk to rest the tip of his sword blade against the base of the woman’s throat.
Blake’s Seven/Doctor Who“You do realise,” Avon drawled, “that I don’t believe you for one minute. The Liberator is the most advanced ship in the known universe.” Irritatingly the leather clad man with the bright blue eyes just smiled, and leaned nonchalantly against the bulkhead as he folded his arms. Avon frowned. The smile on the other man’s face ( ... )
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I really, really want to read a full-length story in this vein now.
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