Brevity is the Soul of Wit: Fic Friday

[lordoflorien]

No migraine today, woo! I have a few things I plan on writing today, including a movie review and some tags, but first I'm opening myself up to #FicFriday prompts!

Continuing the new tradition from here:

- Leave prompts in the comment section below

Comments

[leigh57]

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It's Renee Walker Day and I have too many feelings for my small self to deal with. So here is a prompt!

Jack/Renee, I can't escape this now / unless you show me how

And if you want to hit me back with any sort of prompt, that would be cool, because I'm trying to finish a meme and I can stick it in there. I'm just feeling wordier than 140 character fic or something.

PROBABLY BECAUSE IT'S EFFING RENEE WALKER DAY.

[lordoflorien]

!!! WHAT. I missed Renee Walker Day? D: Augh, I am such a bad fan of everything lately!

To make up for it, I think I should attempt multiple Renee fics. Yes good. Did I miss out on prompting you in return? Probably. :'(

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Can't Escape
It started with Alan Tanner. Then the Vosslers. Marika. Rosa. Breadcrumbs along a path she had no idea whether would take her home or to a witch's lair. Time only made sense when Jack was there. It wasn't only his advice, to figure out what she could handle; it was the look in his eyes. The same look she saw in the mirror.

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Show Me
He didn't give himself permission to fall in love with her. He didn't even know when it started. After the hospital? When she saved Kim? The first hour, the day they met? He couldn't do this, everything was telling him so; everything except for the hopeless racing of his heart when she was near, and the way her touch never made him flinch.

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BONUS!"You've got hostiles on your twenty!" he growls. Back pressed to palettes, cursing that it's the

[leigh57]

WHAT IS EVEN HAPPENING WITH ME? That is a rhetorical question, but ffs me. I will tell you what is happening. I read your stuff and become instantly wordless. So I sit there for a while, rereading and rereading, think that maybe as I do so, I will find some cool words. But I don't. So then I go and have a cappuccino or something. Then I come back and read them some more. Nope, still no words. So I go and do a load of laundry. And then IT'S A MONTH LATER AND I HAVEN'T COMMENTED BECAUSE THIS SLIPPED DOWN MY EMAIL QUEUE THAT HAS LIKE 50 EMAILS IN IT

[lordoflorien]

Your entire first paragraph here could very well describe what I do on a very regular basis. Just switch out 'cappuccino' for 'tea', and we're practically twins. Twins of fail! The fail twins! *fistbumps of solidarity*

:D I just want you to know how much this comment made me laugh as I read along. And when I say 'laugh', I really mean giggle uncontrollably, shriek, swing my feet like a two year old, and cackle. Because yes. You do not sound drunk! At least not embarrassingly so. Maybe the good kind of drunk, like Lord John Marbury on The West Wing after Toby has given him something exceptional to rant about, and therefore I am making ALL the emphatic gestures and saying YES YES YES. Ugh, DNW to know what they do with Jack post-s8, particularly on the relationship front. Because I already know it'll be a trainwreck. Seriously, if they can have him calling Renee the love of his life after two canonical days together, completely disregarding Teri in the process, no doubt they'll likewise forget the existence of Renee.

[bethan_b_bad]

The Eleventh Doctor and Bucky Bear: bunkbeds are cool!

IT'S ALL herdivineshadow'S FAULT.

[herdivineshadow]

*looks innocent*

[lordoflorien]

YOU HAVE NEVER IN YOUR LIFE BEEN INNOCENT STOP PLAYING oh my god I love you. ♥

[herdivineshadow]

:D

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