Bite-sized comment-fic
All fills that had to be exactly 27 words.
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For the prompt Merlin/Arthur, shame
Merlin stands before him, unashamed, eyes shimmering, fierce, unapologetic.
‘Run.’ Arthur grips his sword, breathing harshly. ‘Run, before I hurt you.’
‘No.’
‘What?’
‘I said no. Sire.’
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For the prompt Morgana/Gwen, control
‘Get out.’
Gwen obeys, the door shutting behind her.
Her dreams are pitiless that night, unfulfilled longings rushing through them like unbridled stallions out of control.
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For the prompt Any/any, discarded love letters
Notes to Ianto
9 a.m. call with UNIT. Remind me?
Getting breakfast. Back soon.
Rhys and his fucking beans. When this is over. You. Me. Roof.
All for the prompt Sam/Dean, storm
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1.
“Dean. I’m soaked through, for fuck’s sake. Let me in. Come on. I’m in a fucking dress, man. People are staring. You’re so gonna pay for this.”
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2. (sequel to the first one)
“Sam. Ohgodohgodohgod. Sammy.”
“Hm?”
“Stop. Oh fuck, stop. I said I’m sorry.”
“Not sorry enough, apparently.”
“Dickhead. Nnnnnnggghhh.”
“You were saying?”
“More. Please. Sammy.”
“That’s my boy.”
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3.
The rain washes Dean’s blood away, leaves him soaked, clean, lifeless, in Sam’s arms. Sam clutches him close, slipping the muzzle of his gun into his mouth.
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4. The Rescue
Dean’s a storm, rough and certain, noisy and wild. Sam’s right in the eye of it, sheltered, privileged, loved, while everything around him shudders and breaks, defeated.
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For the prompt Sparrow/Norrington, obsession
Sparrow’s elusive, a drop in the ocean, a grain in the sand.
He’s larger than life in James’s mind, twisting just out of reach.
He’s maddening. He’s evanescent.
(He’s beautiful.)
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Both for the prompt Tom Ripley/Peter Smith-Kingsley, sweet
1.
Venice’s sunlight is wintery, its air reeking of the past. Vivaldi’s church is warm, welcoming, Peter’s music floating through its vastness like a lifeline, his smile radiant.
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2.
Peter is warm and heavy on Tom’s chest, his head tucked under Tom’s chin. Tom’s always woken up alone before (unless a grubby one-eyed New-York cat counts).
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For the prompt Merlin/Arthur, shame
Merlin stands before him, unashamed, eyes shimmering, fierce, unapologetic.
‘Run.’ Arthur grips his sword, breathing harshly. ‘Run, before I hurt you.’
‘No.’
‘What?’
‘I said no. Sire.’
--
For the prompt Morgana/Gwen, control
‘Get out.’
Gwen obeys, the door shutting behind her.
Her dreams are pitiless that night, unfulfilled longings rushing through them like unbridled stallions out of control.
--
For the prompt Any/any, discarded love letters
Notes to Ianto
9 a.m. call with UNIT. Remind me?
Getting breakfast. Back soon.
Rhys and his fucking beans. When this is over. You. Me. Roof.
All for the prompt Sam/Dean, storm
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1.
“Dean. I’m soaked through, for fuck’s sake. Let me in. Come on. I’m in a fucking dress, man. People are staring. You’re so gonna pay for this.”
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2. (sequel to the first one)
“Sam. Ohgodohgodohgod. Sammy.”
“Hm?”
“Stop. Oh fuck, stop. I said I’m sorry.”
“Not sorry enough, apparently.”
“Dickhead. Nnnnnnggghhh.”
“You were saying?”
“More. Please. Sammy.”
“That’s my boy.”
--
3.
The rain washes Dean’s blood away, leaves him soaked, clean, lifeless, in Sam’s arms. Sam clutches him close, slipping the muzzle of his gun into his mouth.
--
4. The Rescue
Dean’s a storm, rough and certain, noisy and wild. Sam’s right in the eye of it, sheltered, privileged, loved, while everything around him shudders and breaks, defeated.
--
For the prompt Sparrow/Norrington, obsession
Sparrow’s elusive, a drop in the ocean, a grain in the sand.
He’s larger than life in James’s mind, twisting just out of reach.
He’s maddening. He’s evanescent.
(He’s beautiful.)
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Both for the prompt Tom Ripley/Peter Smith-Kingsley, sweet
1.
Venice’s sunlight is wintery, its air reeking of the past. Vivaldi’s church is warm, welcoming, Peter’s music floating through its vastness like a lifeline, his smile radiant.
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2.
Peter is warm and heavy on Tom’s chest, his head tucked under Tom’s chin. Tom’s always woken up alone before (unless a grubby one-eyed New-York cat counts).