Challenge 02: Drabble Tree
Challenge #02
For this challenge, we will be doing a drabble tree! Some of you may remember doing this a few phases back and the original idea for this came from skieswideopen. To create a drabble tree, you will be responding to other people's drabbles with your own using a single line from that drabble. More than one person can respond to any given drabble ( Read more... )
For this challenge, we will be doing a drabble tree! Some of you may remember doing this a few phases back and the original idea for this came from skieswideopen. To create a drabble tree, you will be responding to other people's drabbles with your own using a single line from that drabble. More than one person can respond to any given drabble ( Read more... )
It has been hours with no word. Natasha alternates between pacing the waiting room and fidgeting in the uncomfortable chair.
He'll make it. He has to.
She does not know what she will do without him. The world seems like it will be emptier and colder without him. And it will be all her fault because she did not keep him out of this ridiculous fight between Steve and Tony. She did not stay on his side when he decided to stand with Steve. She should have. Maybe then she would not have had to see the bewildered look on his face when he realized he was bleeding out and she would not be waiting to know if he would survive.
They are just vanilla humans in a world full of high tech suits and super soldiers, of Norse gods and miracles. They have no place in that world.
She just hopes that Clint is still a part of whatever is left.
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He'll make it. He has to.Bucky kept repeating it as kind of a mantra in his mind ever since one of the Dora Milaje showed up in the village, her expression even more grim than usual ( ... )
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Something was wrong with Harry, terribly wrong. Ron was sure of it.
Hermione, her brown eyes wide with a sort of horrified bafflement, turned to him. "Did something happen at Quidditch practice?"
Ron shook his head.
"Any falls? Stray spells? Did he slip in the shower and hit his head?"
"No. He was the same as always, but then we came down and he just--" Ron gestured helplessly.
Neville sat down across from them, nearly missing the bench as his head was turned to the Slytherin table. Seamus plopped down beside him, eyes equally riveted to the scene playing out on the far side of the Great Hall. "Maybe it's the fumes from Greenhouse 4, but that looks like Potter and Malfoy."
Ron glared at Seamus. He didn't need to hear it, as well as see it. Seeing it, honestly, was enough to make bile rise in his throat. He swallowed it down and hoped that they were all suffering from some kind of mass hallucination. Still, he couldn't help but wonder what in the name of Merlin Harry was doing kissing Malfoysera ( ... )
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"What happened?" T'Pol sar up and looked around. "Where are we?"
"I don't know. One minute I was walking down the corridor to engineering and the next moment I was here." Trip leaned against what looked like a bulkhead. "I think it's a ship but I'm not familiar with the design. There's some kind of writing over there." He pointed to a panel next to where he was sitting.
T'Pol looked where he pointed. She frowned.
"What is it? Do you know what it says?" Trip sat up. "Who has us?"
"It's similar to ancient Vulcan but there are some differences." T'Pol stood up. "It can't be possible. They are a myth."
"T'Pol!?" Trip stood up and grabbed her shoulders, turning her to face him. "Tell me who has us!"
"The Romulans."
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Norse gods and miracles were the stories he had grown up with but Jack knew the truth behind many of the myths now. He had met the Norse gods, the Asgard, becoming a friend to Thor. He had battled the gods of Egypt and gods from various other ancient Earth cultures, the Goa'uld. Even the Arthurian myths were real and Merlin was just an Ancient using highly advanced technology. Jack was a descendant of those very same Ancients, able to access and use their technology. Some of the many mysteries of the universe had been solved in his eyes and many of the rest were no longer seen as miracles but the work of more highly advanced species playing with those less advanced ( ... )
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It has been hours with no word. Gwen paced the floor of the royal chambers. The patrol that Arthur led was late. Very ( ... )
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