Fic in one sentence
Stolen from cadiliniel's "in one sentence" fic meme. Choose a fandom and then write one sentence for each of the prompts.
Do I have to tell you I chose The X-Files?
Angst
She turns away, avoiding his gaze (there is too much to say, she thinks too much to say and too much to lose) and he walks away, his broken footsteps echoing down the hollow hallway.
AU
The room from where she watches Boggs die is cold and dank, the scent of death and terror fresh in the air.
Crackfic
After he has come inside her (and she has called his name, his real name - not the epithet afforded him by Mulder, with abandon) he lights a cigarette and the thought what the hell am I doing abruptly crosses her mind.
Crossover
"It is never "only a dream'," says John Constantine, and Mulder has to agree: Dreams are the answers to questions that we haven't yet figured out how to ask.
Death
Of all the ways she has imagined it, death creeps up on her and steals him away while she fumbles over the words (I love you) she has longed to say for so long.
First time
The seat is pushed too far back, the mirrors askew, and he watches as she fumbles with the lever, aligning herself with the car he has driven for too long.
Fluff
The world didn't end, he said after he kissed her, slow and long in the hospital hallway, and she agreed; the world hadn't ended, in fact had only just begin.
Humour
He stands up hurriedly as she walks into the office, sending his chair flying and making the tower of pencils he has steadily constructed over the last few days (her vacation time) fall in a heap to the floor.
H/C
I'm not leaving you this time, Scully he thinks, and cradles her in his arms as eyelids flutter and the colour returns to her cheeks.
Smut
She trails a hot finger up the inside of her thigh as the bubble bath foams above her chest and she imagines his eyes, his lips, his tongue (oh god his tongue) lapping her up.
UST
His glance at her is fleeting; his eyes trailing a path to her neck, the hand grazing her back stopping short of the black pencil skirt she is wearing because she thinks he will like it, and her heart skips a beats.
Minor character POV
Former police officer, Arthur Dales, wonders how long it will take Mulder to realise the story about a shapeshifting alien becoming a man out of love for a game, is actually about his own relationship with Scully: probably never.
Do I have to tell you I chose The X-Files?
Angst
She turns away, avoiding his gaze (there is too much to say, she thinks too much to say and too much to lose) and he walks away, his broken footsteps echoing down the hollow hallway.
AU
The room from where she watches Boggs die is cold and dank, the scent of death and terror fresh in the air.
Crackfic
After he has come inside her (and she has called his name, his real name - not the epithet afforded him by Mulder, with abandon) he lights a cigarette and the thought what the hell am I doing abruptly crosses her mind.
Crossover
"It is never "only a dream'," says John Constantine, and Mulder has to agree: Dreams are the answers to questions that we haven't yet figured out how to ask.
Death
Of all the ways she has imagined it, death creeps up on her and steals him away while she fumbles over the words (I love you) she has longed to say for so long.
First time
The seat is pushed too far back, the mirrors askew, and he watches as she fumbles with the lever, aligning herself with the car he has driven for too long.
Fluff
The world didn't end, he said after he kissed her, slow and long in the hospital hallway, and she agreed; the world hadn't ended, in fact had only just begin.
Humour
He stands up hurriedly as she walks into the office, sending his chair flying and making the tower of pencils he has steadily constructed over the last few days (her vacation time) fall in a heap to the floor.
H/C
I'm not leaving you this time, Scully he thinks, and cradles her in his arms as eyelids flutter and the colour returns to her cheeks.
Smut
She trails a hot finger up the inside of her thigh as the bubble bath foams above her chest and she imagines his eyes, his lips, his tongue (oh god his tongue) lapping her up.
UST
His glance at her is fleeting; his eyes trailing a path to her neck, the hand grazing her back stopping short of the black pencil skirt she is wearing because she thinks he will like it, and her heart skips a beats.
Minor character POV
Former police officer, Arthur Dales, wonders how long it will take Mulder to realise the story about a shapeshifting alien becoming a man out of love for a game, is actually about his own relationship with Scully: probably never.