more (about) three-sentence fanfiction
marketchippie requested:
funerary finery (for crezia): imhotep/anck-su-namun | british museum after dark
It should enrage him: seeing the wealth of his people, the goods they were to take with them into the afterlife, the sacred vessels and finery placed on displays for the unworthy to marvel at.
But how can he spare the time for such thoughts when she is here, even if only in body (for now), her obsidian hair a curtain around her golden face, those same dark eyes that bewitched him three thousand years ago now glittering up at him in the gloom of this emptied and echoing building.
“We shall reclaim it all,” she promises, but there is only one thing he needs to claim again-only one.
tear down this wall (for crezia): elektra/renard | iron curtain
He has changed; she curses the bullet that deadens his senses, stealing away their last few days of pleasure before the start of her new world. Nothing she does will make him cry out her name as before-she knows if not for this he would not be so eager to sacrifice himself for their plans, that he would delegate that all-important task so they could be safely away together when the detonator goes off.
“You will be whole and perfect, in the next world,” she promises, kissing the corners of his mouth, “And when I join you, my darling, you will know pleasure again.”
sekichu requested:
compass rose (for sekichu): eleven/rose
Since the War, since the madness that gripped Gallifreyan and Dalek alike, since that charred day when he had pressed the button that destroyed a once proud and ancient race, he had truly been a man without a home. Until he met her: so young and so naïve, so very human with all of her faults and frailties and flaws, and so magnificent for all of them-in the blink of an eye she had become his home, his polestar, his constant North and he wondered if he’d ever stop being surprised by how his life always seemed to circle around hers.
He straightened his braces, tightened his new tie, and stepped out to meet her.
overthemoo requested:
know i parked it somewhere (for gina): doctor who/LOST
“How can we be sure he’s not one of the Others?” the dark haired woman demanded, keeping tight hold of her gun.
“Technically, I suppose you could say I’m an ‘other’,” the Doctor said blithely. “I mean, you don’t get much more other-y than me. Hello, I’m the Doctor-Time Lord, 907 years old, drive a funny old ship called the TARDIS. Have you seen it? Lost track of it when we were running from that polar bear. Odd thing to find in a rainforest, eh? A polar bear, I mean. Not to say polar bears can’t go on a tropical vacation if the mood strikes them-”
“Shut yer trap,” the blond man snapped, cocking his rifle in a way that assured everyone he knew how to use it. “You been drinking the seawater or something? That was a shit ton of nonsense you just blathered on about.”
“Uh, Doctor, maybe we should just… go?” Rory suggested hesitantly. “There’s an awful lot of guns here, and I know how you feel about guns-more importantly, I know how I feel about guns, and I’d prefer it if we could get away from the guns and just get back to the TARDIS and Amy now, okay?”
“Just one moment, Rory,” the Doctor said dismissively. “You lot haven’t seen a blue police box lying around anywhere, have you? I keep telling myself to install an alarm-so handy when you’re in a big parking lot-but it always seems to slip my mind. It’s about seven feet tall, very blue, got a light up at the top? I’ve got plenty of shampoo, if you’d like to trade.”
riseoverrun requested:
movie night (for anne): peter parker/gwen stacey
“Let me choose tonight,” Gwen protests as he picks up Young Frankenstein--again.
“Okay,” he relents reluctantly, only smiling when she pops up onto her tip-toes to kiss his cheek.
She picks out a superhero flick, and as they cuddle on the couch with a large bowl of popcorn-which they end up spilling halfway through when an impromptu tickle fight breaks out, before devolving into a more primal tussle of arms and legs and mouths-the irony of her choice does not escape him.
jamarish requested:
can we keep him? (for jamarish): doctor who
“Just lookit his widdle face,” the Doctor coos with a besotted smile, reaching out to scratch the exposed belly, withstanding the heavy thwacks of the wagging tail against his legs. “How can you say no to a face like that?”
“Uh, Doctor…” Amy says uneasily, sidling slowly away. “He’s got some… awfully large teeth.”
“Not to mention claws. And… Spiny bits,” Rory adds. “Sure he’s not poisonous?”
“Sure I’m sure. Well, mostly sure. Alright, about ten percent sure, but it wouldn’t be a difficult thing to whip up a quick anti-venom back in the TARDIS.”
“My vote is no,” Amy said firmly.
“Seconded,” Rory said quickly.
The Doctor frowned, and with his rumpled hair and discarded jacket somehow managed to look very like a disappointed child. “Oh, fine, I suppose we don’t really have time for a pet after all. Best find his mummy then, eh? C’mon, big fella, where’s your mummy at?”
“Might I suggest right there?” Rory said, pointing with a stricken expression at the giant beast barreling towards them. “Amy. I think we should start with the running now.”
“Great idea. COME ON, DOCTOR!” Amy shouted, grabbing her husband’s hand and taking to her heels.
funerary finery (for crezia): imhotep/anck-su-namun | british museum after dark
It should enrage him: seeing the wealth of his people, the goods they were to take with them into the afterlife, the sacred vessels and finery placed on displays for the unworthy to marvel at.
But how can he spare the time for such thoughts when she is here, even if only in body (for now), her obsidian hair a curtain around her golden face, those same dark eyes that bewitched him three thousand years ago now glittering up at him in the gloom of this emptied and echoing building.
“We shall reclaim it all,” she promises, but there is only one thing he needs to claim again-only one.
tear down this wall (for crezia): elektra/renard | iron curtain
He has changed; she curses the bullet that deadens his senses, stealing away their last few days of pleasure before the start of her new world. Nothing she does will make him cry out her name as before-she knows if not for this he would not be so eager to sacrifice himself for their plans, that he would delegate that all-important task so they could be safely away together when the detonator goes off.
“You will be whole and perfect, in the next world,” she promises, kissing the corners of his mouth, “And when I join you, my darling, you will know pleasure again.”
sekichu requested:
compass rose (for sekichu): eleven/rose
Since the War, since the madness that gripped Gallifreyan and Dalek alike, since that charred day when he had pressed the button that destroyed a once proud and ancient race, he had truly been a man without a home. Until he met her: so young and so naïve, so very human with all of her faults and frailties and flaws, and so magnificent for all of them-in the blink of an eye she had become his home, his polestar, his constant North and he wondered if he’d ever stop being surprised by how his life always seemed to circle around hers.
He straightened his braces, tightened his new tie, and stepped out to meet her.
overthemoo requested:
know i parked it somewhere (for gina): doctor who/LOST
“How can we be sure he’s not one of the Others?” the dark haired woman demanded, keeping tight hold of her gun.
“Technically, I suppose you could say I’m an ‘other’,” the Doctor said blithely. “I mean, you don’t get much more other-y than me. Hello, I’m the Doctor-Time Lord, 907 years old, drive a funny old ship called the TARDIS. Have you seen it? Lost track of it when we were running from that polar bear. Odd thing to find in a rainforest, eh? A polar bear, I mean. Not to say polar bears can’t go on a tropical vacation if the mood strikes them-”
“Shut yer trap,” the blond man snapped, cocking his rifle in a way that assured everyone he knew how to use it. “You been drinking the seawater or something? That was a shit ton of nonsense you just blathered on about.”
“Uh, Doctor, maybe we should just… go?” Rory suggested hesitantly. “There’s an awful lot of guns here, and I know how you feel about guns-more importantly, I know how I feel about guns, and I’d prefer it if we could get away from the guns and just get back to the TARDIS and Amy now, okay?”
“Just one moment, Rory,” the Doctor said dismissively. “You lot haven’t seen a blue police box lying around anywhere, have you? I keep telling myself to install an alarm-so handy when you’re in a big parking lot-but it always seems to slip my mind. It’s about seven feet tall, very blue, got a light up at the top? I’ve got plenty of shampoo, if you’d like to trade.”
riseoverrun requested:
movie night (for anne): peter parker/gwen stacey
“Let me choose tonight,” Gwen protests as he picks up Young Frankenstein--again.
“Okay,” he relents reluctantly, only smiling when she pops up onto her tip-toes to kiss his cheek.
She picks out a superhero flick, and as they cuddle on the couch with a large bowl of popcorn-which they end up spilling halfway through when an impromptu tickle fight breaks out, before devolving into a more primal tussle of arms and legs and mouths-the irony of her choice does not escape him.
jamarish requested:
can we keep him? (for jamarish): doctor who
“Just lookit his widdle face,” the Doctor coos with a besotted smile, reaching out to scratch the exposed belly, withstanding the heavy thwacks of the wagging tail against his legs. “How can you say no to a face like that?”
“Uh, Doctor…” Amy says uneasily, sidling slowly away. “He’s got some… awfully large teeth.”
“Not to mention claws. And… Spiny bits,” Rory adds. “Sure he’s not poisonous?”
“Sure I’m sure. Well, mostly sure. Alright, about ten percent sure, but it wouldn’t be a difficult thing to whip up a quick anti-venom back in the TARDIS.”
“My vote is no,” Amy said firmly.
“Seconded,” Rory said quickly.
The Doctor frowned, and with his rumpled hair and discarded jacket somehow managed to look very like a disappointed child. “Oh, fine, I suppose we don’t really have time for a pet after all. Best find his mummy then, eh? C’mon, big fella, where’s your mummy at?”
“Might I suggest right there?” Rory said, pointing with a stricken expression at the giant beast barreling towards them. “Amy. I think we should start with the running now.”
“Great idea. COME ON, DOCTOR!” Amy shouted, grabbing her husband’s hand and taking to her heels.