Collection of short fics for landcomms
I finally decided to post these, I usually wrote them straight into the comments so I dont have them saved anywhere.
@ bbcland
Challenge 10: Dreams
Title: of life and grey
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word count: 245
Donna dreams in grey. People have grey skin and dark grey hair, just like in films she used to watch with Gramps when she still has been a little girl, when dreams were possible and stars were too far away for her to reach.
She dreams about people she never met, places she never visited and a man she wouldn’t know if she met him in front of Magdalena’s shop. Most of the time, he is quite and Donna knows it isn’t supposed to be that way.
They walk together through long dark hallways, grey walls, grey floors and Donna can see pictures in the corner of her eyes. She sees a creature with bald head and tentacles coming out of its mouth and she should be scared but she isn’t. But when she turns, Donna sees just more grey.
Sometimes, she hears voices. They tell things she doesn’t understand.
“Run, Donna!”
She hears and she wants to for whatever reason. But her feet are heavy, there aren’t used to running. She is a walker, a driver, not a runner but there is a memory deep inside. Of aching ankles and scratched feet, and Donna feels someone touching them.
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” a voice says behind her and Donna sees the man walking away, his words staying behind and his long coat moving behind him.
When she wakes up, her eyes are aching from all that color and her feet feel like running.
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Challenge 15: I Never
Title: Things we won’t ever know
Fandom: Sherlock
Word count: 448
“I never
Those words stay frozen on his screen, the cursor blinks and John sighs again, and again. He isn’t trying to rouse any reaction from Sherlock, the problem is, he himself doesn’t know how to react.
His therapist prescribed him some pretty strong sleeping pills but the bottle stayed closed and John´s nights sleepless. He just needs time, that’s all. John needs to process it, to find any reasoning behind his and Sherlock’s actions.
When that happens, he will be finally able to sleep and lone gunshot will stop haunting his dreams.
John knows he should be used to that. He slept under the stars listening to shooting, listening to people dying. It wasn’t new to him. It’s just; the death was never so personal, never had a face of a lunatic and another life at stake.
His fingers move across the letters just to come back, to release a popping sound when he pushed them together. He can’t, he just can’t. Even setting his blog to private, drinking his tea with added rum, nothing brings him answers he so desperately craves.
From the corner of his eyes, John could see Sherlock’s face; a faint bruise is on his cheek, but the color isn’t the ugly violet anymore. It’s pinker, fading slowly. Just a few days and Sherlock’s face will be again perfect, his features even sharper.
The handsome consulting detective, the man John offered his life for. He was trained for that, to die for someone else, to die for world’s peace and safety of many families. But he almost gave up his life for this one man, who infuriated him, made him scream, and made him feel so many things.
This beautiful human being that no one ever appreciates.
John sighs again.
But Sherlock almost did the same. Pushed John inside the changing cabin, let his body be almost ripped apart by massive explosion. One single gunshot caused a catastrophe and they both almost died, oh so close, it was so close it still makes Johns fingers tremble.
The pool changed so many things, made them show something that was better hidden, made them realize their importance in each other’s lives.
John still wakes up seeing Sherlock’s when he thought that he betrayed him.
Someone knocks on the door and Johns sees Mrs. Hudson poke her head in the door. When she sees Sherlock sleeping, she motions that she will come later and John stands to close them after her.
The blinking cursor still bugs him but in one small moment, when his fingers stopped trembling for just one second, he was able to continue.
“I never knew
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Challenge 19: And action
Title: Cooking with Donna
Action: "cooking"
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word count: 251 words
The Doctor was ashamed to even mention his inability to cook. Many of his companions had tried to teach him but it always ended because another crisis came and in the end they all gave up.
Donna didn’t, she sat him at the kitchen table and carefully explained, let him observe and never ever, let him to speak. It usually disrupted the atmosphere.
And despite the Doctor being, well the Doctor, he managed to sit quietly and watched her.
At first, Donna always prepared all the ingredients, took out the package of pasta, cheese, frozen vegetables, cream and spices, basil was Donna’s favourite.
Then she would take out the largest pot, so she could focus on other task and not the water tried to run out of the pot. The Doctor was always a bit nervous about this, how could she know how much water she needs?
While the water boiled, she used to time to fry the vegetables in pan and grate the cheese.
It was quickly, really and the Doctor always lifted himself slightly to look at the way she worked, her fingers moving as quickly and easily, as she would be typing a letter. Never in could the Doctor admit it, but Donna made cooking interesting for him.
Especially in the end, when she mixed vegetables with cooked pasta, poached it with warmer cream with basil and in the end, put the grated cheese on top of it. That he loved her cooking, wasn’t difficult to admit at all.
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Challenge 23: happy happy, joy joy
Title: memories
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word count: 160
River looks at them across the console. The happy couple, the newlyweds. They're perfect to her, innocent and adventurous and so very happy. It brings back memories about her own wedding on one rainy day.
She would never believe that the Doctor would simply say "yes" and kiss her in front of man with blue skin and dark eyes, but he did and swept her in his arms, carried her over the TARDIS threshold and kissed her again as soon as her feet touched the floor.
It was such a joyous day. They were wet and cold and another adventure was waiting for them just behind the corner.
The Doctor looked happy and calm and finally comfortable in his own skin, River cherished that it was her doing then and as she looks at him now, at his nervous stance at the other side of the room, she sends her past self a note to make him that happy again.
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Challenge 5: Love Letters
Fandom: Sherlock (BBC)
Dear John,
I have never seen a point in this kind of communication but your presence in my life changed more than this. I’m sure that my cupboards were never that full and the flat never so clean but I suppose, I am not writing this letter to tell you I appreciate your housekeeping skills.
I truly want to understand what is happening. Every single logical conclusion is to take you with me, to take my back. You are a better shot than I am and you know how difficult is for me to admit it. And yet, I couldn’t. I left without you with pretence that I want to keep you safe, that I would gladly risk my own life just so yours isn’t in any form of danger.
What does it mean, John? What does it tell about me that I care about your life more than mine? It makes me more normal, more human?
Maybe you would be proud and maybe you would just told me to “come back, you bloody wanker” and maybe, just maybe you would understand and tell me why exactly I am doing this.
I would love to hear your answer, John.
I will try to survive this, to live, so this letter would never be in your hands.
I miss you.
Sherlock
@ fictionland
Title: Small miracles
Fandom/Character(s)/Pairing(s): Doctor Who/Donna Noble
Genre: General, Supernatural
Rating: G
Words: 157
Challenge/Prompt: Challenge 10 - Sprouting Seed
Warnings: Spoilers for Journeys End.
The kitchen window is perfect for it. There is enough sun, fresh air and it’s near the sink, it will always remind her that she needs to water it.
Donna was never a gardening type but she felt a sudden need to take care of things, to bring more life into this world. She had a power; she could feel it in her veins. She could change things, mean something but she had to start small.
Sylvia smirked when she saw her buying seeds but Donna ignored it, planted one in a small pot and put it on the window.
It was just an experiment, something that would help her pass the time and persuade her that there wasn’t anything special about her. But whenever she touched the small plant, sparks of white light seeped from her finger making it grow, sprouting faster.
Donna smiled and hid the pot in her room. Miracles need to be saved.
.
Title: Mine
Fandom/Character(s)/Pairing(s): Original (Me and Mina)
Genre: Angst
Rating: PG 13
Words: 333
Challenge/Prompt: Challenge 11- 333 Words
Warnings: Mentions of slightly unhealthy relationship.
“Why are you home?“ Mina asked like it was a completely normal question, like she expected her to be somewhere else when Oli waited all night for her friend.
She sighed. She didn’t want to fight again, didn’t want to hear the same explanation, didn’t want to be called naive and stupid.
“So, not talking to me then?” Mina grinned and folded her jacket over the kitchen chair. Oli knew she loved this, loved being in the middle of things. She just knew that Mina enjoyed when she caused a fight, when it was her, who was important. Oli wanted to hate her for that.
“How was your day?” she asked instead, ignored the burning feeling in her guts. She wanted to be acknowledged as much as Mina did, sometimes they really were similar.
“Great, hon. Mick actually gave me that job and didn’t want anything in return. I think he is really getting old,” she talked opening the fridge and taking different things out. Yoghurt, water, cheese, ignoring the perfectly prepared dinner on the stove.
Oli knew what she was doing, they lived together long enough. Usually she would tell her, ask her why she was doing this, why she was being like this, putting her back in her toy box. Because it hurt every single time.
“That’s great. I made pasta, don’t you want some?” she asked still hoping that Mina just didn’t notice.
She knew she is starving for affection that one touch from her redheaded friend makes her into obedient slave. And Oli wanted to fight it, wanted to take her own pride and run as far as possible.
“Oh, I didn’t notice. Thank you,” she seemed to be delighted and Oli immediately forgot her troubles. Mina turned around and kissed the top of her head, touched her cheek.
It was perfect. The leash was back in place.
“You’re perfect. Now would you mind to prepare a bath for me? My feet are killing me.”
It sounded too perfect.
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Challenge 24: Harry Potter Week Part 7 - Soundtrack
Song: The Oblivation
Title: The End of Yesterday
Fandom/Character(s)/Pairing(s): Game of Thrones (Show), Sansa
Rating: R
Words: 425
Warnings: Its dark.
The fire crackles quietly, it’s a beautiful sight and for a moment Sansa forgets what it means. Death usually comes at night, with look of dark creature and rattling chains. To these stories she had listened as a child, this was her image of the death.
But this is different, as different as day and night, winter and summer. She feels the warmness on her skin, the peace coming from the land that finally listens to silence. Sansa always thought that South is too loud, noises were coming from markets, screams from under the castle, never did she listen to the silence.
She started to miss the North only when she realized she might not go back.
But now, now while watching the South dying, watching as the once powerful city named Kings Landing was slowly being consumed by fire, being slowly made into ash, Sansa just needed to turn and start to walk.
She can’t, she needs to be sure that there is nothing stopping her, that this truly is over. That inside is the body of a monster burning from inside out, that secrets never to be revealed are going to die with it. It feels liberating and Sansa takes a deep breath ignoring the smell of burning flesh.
Only when she watches as once proud castle crumbles to the floor, she feels ready to turn her back on her past.
...
“You will not ever leave this place, my queen. You will die here, your body will rot in the ground beneath this castle,” Joffrey speaks to her with venom in voice that makes her her skin crawls. A daemon settled inside his body, changes her sweet prince into monster.
“Yes,” she answers because he expects her to. Joffrey needs to know she listens to him, that she takes his words as the law of her life.
“Yes,” he whispers to her. “You are my good queen, my obedient slave and you will be, forever.”
His words make her snap, make her see the future that was written for her long time ago. It’s not something she imagined, something she wanted. That night she visits her mother’s old friend, that night she steals a dagger from Joffrey’s room. That night she learns the wonders of fire powder.
...
Sansa throws away her memories by a simple sweep of her hand, looks at the fire for the last time and turns her horse to the North.
It’s the end but for her, for her it just might be a new beginning.
.
Title: Snow
Fandom/Character(s)/Pairing(s): Game of Thrones, Sansa/Joffrey
Genre: Drama
Rating: PG
Words: 108
Challenge/Prompt: Challenge 28: Homesick
Sansa always dreamt of Kings Landing. She dreamt of someone saving her from the cold forests of North. Usually it was Robb playing her knight in shining armour, but after she met Joffrey, she knew.
He was her knight, her future, her everything.
Sometimes she hated how right she was. Sansa was Joffrey´s queen, the queen of Seven Kingdoms and she would give anything to see the white hill of Winterfell, to touch the cold snow, to have the freedom to walk through the forest.
Sansa had none of that; instead she had golden robes, the title that meant nothing only heartbreak. She simply had nothing at all.
@ bbcland
Challenge 10: Dreams
Title: of life and grey
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word count: 245
Donna dreams in grey. People have grey skin and dark grey hair, just like in films she used to watch with Gramps when she still has been a little girl, when dreams were possible and stars were too far away for her to reach.
She dreams about people she never met, places she never visited and a man she wouldn’t know if she met him in front of Magdalena’s shop. Most of the time, he is quite and Donna knows it isn’t supposed to be that way.
They walk together through long dark hallways, grey walls, grey floors and Donna can see pictures in the corner of her eyes. She sees a creature with bald head and tentacles coming out of its mouth and she should be scared but she isn’t. But when she turns, Donna sees just more grey.
Sometimes, she hears voices. They tell things she doesn’t understand.
“Run, Donna!”
She hears and she wants to for whatever reason. But her feet are heavy, there aren’t used to running. She is a walker, a driver, not a runner but there is a memory deep inside. Of aching ankles and scratched feet, and Donna feels someone touching them.
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” a voice says behind her and Donna sees the man walking away, his words staying behind and his long coat moving behind him.
When she wakes up, her eyes are aching from all that color and her feet feel like running.
.
Challenge 15: I Never
Title: Things we won’t ever know
Fandom: Sherlock
Word count: 448
“I never
Those words stay frozen on his screen, the cursor blinks and John sighs again, and again. He isn’t trying to rouse any reaction from Sherlock, the problem is, he himself doesn’t know how to react.
His therapist prescribed him some pretty strong sleeping pills but the bottle stayed closed and John´s nights sleepless. He just needs time, that’s all. John needs to process it, to find any reasoning behind his and Sherlock’s actions.
When that happens, he will be finally able to sleep and lone gunshot will stop haunting his dreams.
John knows he should be used to that. He slept under the stars listening to shooting, listening to people dying. It wasn’t new to him. It’s just; the death was never so personal, never had a face of a lunatic and another life at stake.
His fingers move across the letters just to come back, to release a popping sound when he pushed them together. He can’t, he just can’t. Even setting his blog to private, drinking his tea with added rum, nothing brings him answers he so desperately craves.
From the corner of his eyes, John could see Sherlock’s face; a faint bruise is on his cheek, but the color isn’t the ugly violet anymore. It’s pinker, fading slowly. Just a few days and Sherlock’s face will be again perfect, his features even sharper.
The handsome consulting detective, the man John offered his life for. He was trained for that, to die for someone else, to die for world’s peace and safety of many families. But he almost gave up his life for this one man, who infuriated him, made him scream, and made him feel so many things.
This beautiful human being that no one ever appreciates.
John sighs again.
But Sherlock almost did the same. Pushed John inside the changing cabin, let his body be almost ripped apart by massive explosion. One single gunshot caused a catastrophe and they both almost died, oh so close, it was so close it still makes Johns fingers tremble.
The pool changed so many things, made them show something that was better hidden, made them realize their importance in each other’s lives.
John still wakes up seeing Sherlock’s when he thought that he betrayed him.
Someone knocks on the door and Johns sees Mrs. Hudson poke her head in the door. When she sees Sherlock sleeping, she motions that she will come later and John stands to close them after her.
The blinking cursor still bugs him but in one small moment, when his fingers stopped trembling for just one second, he was able to continue.
“I never knew
.
Challenge 19: And action
Title: Cooking with Donna
Action: "cooking"
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word count: 251 words
The Doctor was ashamed to even mention his inability to cook. Many of his companions had tried to teach him but it always ended because another crisis came and in the end they all gave up.
Donna didn’t, she sat him at the kitchen table and carefully explained, let him observe and never ever, let him to speak. It usually disrupted the atmosphere.
And despite the Doctor being, well the Doctor, he managed to sit quietly and watched her.
At first, Donna always prepared all the ingredients, took out the package of pasta, cheese, frozen vegetables, cream and spices, basil was Donna’s favourite.
Then she would take out the largest pot, so she could focus on other task and not the water tried to run out of the pot. The Doctor was always a bit nervous about this, how could she know how much water she needs?
While the water boiled, she used to time to fry the vegetables in pan and grate the cheese.
It was quickly, really and the Doctor always lifted himself slightly to look at the way she worked, her fingers moving as quickly and easily, as she would be typing a letter. Never in could the Doctor admit it, but Donna made cooking interesting for him.
Especially in the end, when she mixed vegetables with cooked pasta, poached it with warmer cream with basil and in the end, put the grated cheese on top of it. That he loved her cooking, wasn’t difficult to admit at all.
.
Challenge 23: happy happy, joy joy
Title: memories
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word count: 160
River looks at them across the console. The happy couple, the newlyweds. They're perfect to her, innocent and adventurous and so very happy. It brings back memories about her own wedding on one rainy day.
She would never believe that the Doctor would simply say "yes" and kiss her in front of man with blue skin and dark eyes, but he did and swept her in his arms, carried her over the TARDIS threshold and kissed her again as soon as her feet touched the floor.
It was such a joyous day. They were wet and cold and another adventure was waiting for them just behind the corner.
The Doctor looked happy and calm and finally comfortable in his own skin, River cherished that it was her doing then and as she looks at him now, at his nervous stance at the other side of the room, she sends her past self a note to make him that happy again.
.
Challenge 5: Love Letters
Fandom: Sherlock (BBC)
Dear John,
I have never seen a point in this kind of communication but your presence in my life changed more than this. I’m sure that my cupboards were never that full and the flat never so clean but I suppose, I am not writing this letter to tell you I appreciate your housekeeping skills.
I truly want to understand what is happening. Every single logical conclusion is to take you with me, to take my back. You are a better shot than I am and you know how difficult is for me to admit it. And yet, I couldn’t. I left without you with pretence that I want to keep you safe, that I would gladly risk my own life just so yours isn’t in any form of danger.
What does it mean, John? What does it tell about me that I care about your life more than mine? It makes me more normal, more human?
Maybe you would be proud and maybe you would just told me to “come back, you bloody wanker” and maybe, just maybe you would understand and tell me why exactly I am doing this.
I would love to hear your answer, John.
I will try to survive this, to live, so this letter would never be in your hands.
I miss you.
Sherlock
@ fictionland
Title: Small miracles
Fandom/Character(s)/Pairing(s): Doctor Who/Donna Noble
Genre: General, Supernatural
Rating: G
Words: 157
Challenge/Prompt: Challenge 10 - Sprouting Seed
Warnings: Spoilers for Journeys End.
The kitchen window is perfect for it. There is enough sun, fresh air and it’s near the sink, it will always remind her that she needs to water it.
Donna was never a gardening type but she felt a sudden need to take care of things, to bring more life into this world. She had a power; she could feel it in her veins. She could change things, mean something but she had to start small.
Sylvia smirked when she saw her buying seeds but Donna ignored it, planted one in a small pot and put it on the window.
It was just an experiment, something that would help her pass the time and persuade her that there wasn’t anything special about her. But whenever she touched the small plant, sparks of white light seeped from her finger making it grow, sprouting faster.
Donna smiled and hid the pot in her room. Miracles need to be saved.
.
Title: Mine
Fandom/Character(s)/Pairing(s): Original (Me and Mina)
Genre: Angst
Rating: PG 13
Words: 333
Challenge/Prompt: Challenge 11- 333 Words
Warnings: Mentions of slightly unhealthy relationship.
“Why are you home?“ Mina asked like it was a completely normal question, like she expected her to be somewhere else when Oli waited all night for her friend.
She sighed. She didn’t want to fight again, didn’t want to hear the same explanation, didn’t want to be called naive and stupid.
“So, not talking to me then?” Mina grinned and folded her jacket over the kitchen chair. Oli knew she loved this, loved being in the middle of things. She just knew that Mina enjoyed when she caused a fight, when it was her, who was important. Oli wanted to hate her for that.
“How was your day?” she asked instead, ignored the burning feeling in her guts. She wanted to be acknowledged as much as Mina did, sometimes they really were similar.
“Great, hon. Mick actually gave me that job and didn’t want anything in return. I think he is really getting old,” she talked opening the fridge and taking different things out. Yoghurt, water, cheese, ignoring the perfectly prepared dinner on the stove.
Oli knew what she was doing, they lived together long enough. Usually she would tell her, ask her why she was doing this, why she was being like this, putting her back in her toy box. Because it hurt every single time.
“That’s great. I made pasta, don’t you want some?” she asked still hoping that Mina just didn’t notice.
She knew she is starving for affection that one touch from her redheaded friend makes her into obedient slave. And Oli wanted to fight it, wanted to take her own pride and run as far as possible.
“Oh, I didn’t notice. Thank you,” she seemed to be delighted and Oli immediately forgot her troubles. Mina turned around and kissed the top of her head, touched her cheek.
It was perfect. The leash was back in place.
“You’re perfect. Now would you mind to prepare a bath for me? My feet are killing me.”
It sounded too perfect.
.
Challenge 24: Harry Potter Week Part 7 - Soundtrack
Song: The Oblivation
Title: The End of Yesterday
Fandom/Character(s)/Pairing(s): Game of Thrones (Show), Sansa
Rating: R
Words: 425
Warnings: Its dark.
The fire crackles quietly, it’s a beautiful sight and for a moment Sansa forgets what it means. Death usually comes at night, with look of dark creature and rattling chains. To these stories she had listened as a child, this was her image of the death.
But this is different, as different as day and night, winter and summer. She feels the warmness on her skin, the peace coming from the land that finally listens to silence. Sansa always thought that South is too loud, noises were coming from markets, screams from under the castle, never did she listen to the silence.
She started to miss the North only when she realized she might not go back.
But now, now while watching the South dying, watching as the once powerful city named Kings Landing was slowly being consumed by fire, being slowly made into ash, Sansa just needed to turn and start to walk.
She can’t, she needs to be sure that there is nothing stopping her, that this truly is over. That inside is the body of a monster burning from inside out, that secrets never to be revealed are going to die with it. It feels liberating and Sansa takes a deep breath ignoring the smell of burning flesh.
Only when she watches as once proud castle crumbles to the floor, she feels ready to turn her back on her past.
...
“You will not ever leave this place, my queen. You will die here, your body will rot in the ground beneath this castle,” Joffrey speaks to her with venom in voice that makes her her skin crawls. A daemon settled inside his body, changes her sweet prince into monster.
“Yes,” she answers because he expects her to. Joffrey needs to know she listens to him, that she takes his words as the law of her life.
“Yes,” he whispers to her. “You are my good queen, my obedient slave and you will be, forever.”
His words make her snap, make her see the future that was written for her long time ago. It’s not something she imagined, something she wanted. That night she visits her mother’s old friend, that night she steals a dagger from Joffrey’s room. That night she learns the wonders of fire powder.
...
Sansa throws away her memories by a simple sweep of her hand, looks at the fire for the last time and turns her horse to the North.
It’s the end but for her, for her it just might be a new beginning.
.
Title: Snow
Fandom/Character(s)/Pairing(s): Game of Thrones, Sansa/Joffrey
Genre: Drama
Rating: PG
Words: 108
Challenge/Prompt: Challenge 28: Homesick
Sansa always dreamt of Kings Landing. She dreamt of someone saving her from the cold forests of North. Usually it was Robb playing her knight in shining armour, but after she met Joffrey, she knew.
He was her knight, her future, her everything.
Sometimes she hated how right she was. Sansa was Joffrey´s queen, the queen of Seven Kingdoms and she would give anything to see the white hill of Winterfell, to touch the cold snow, to have the freedom to walk through the forest.
Sansa had none of that; instead she had golden robes, the title that meant nothing only heartbreak. She simply had nothing at all.