Three-sentence fics
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beer_good_foamyHere's a couple of fills I wrote for the Three-Sentence ficathon.
Buffy, Faith/Willow, don't ever go dark
"So just don't," Faith says, "problem solved."
Willow tries to explain it again: what happens when she goes bad, how much more powerful she is now than she was the last time, and how she can't trust Buffy to do what might need to be done if, saying if she goes off the rails again and someone needs to stop her and Faith's closer than anyone, but her explicitly-not-girlfriend just shrugs "whatever, your funeral" and rolls over on her side of the bed.
Hours after Willow has gone to worried sleep Faith still lies awake, unsure if her hands are trying to clench into fists or prayers; she won't, she won't, she can't, she can't make me...
MCU, any Avengers, team breakfast
Pepper still can't get Tony to admit that letting DUM-E serve breakfast for the team was a bad idea, and he's adamant ("I'm shocked, I tell you, shocked and hurt that you would think I'd do that to Bruce") that he didn't have the robot pour the very hot coffee where it did on purpose.
But at least now they know that the Hulk really likes bacon.
So, yay science?
Moomins, Too-ticky, summertime
Summer being short never really bothered Too-Ticky. It is what it is, and nobody ever made anything longer by fretting over it.
She always keeps blueberries in her pocket, eating them one by tiny one, rolling them over her tongue for a while until they just melt away into nothing but taste.
The Secret History, Camilla/Henry, we are savages, you and I
In her memories of that night they are the Wild Hunt, tearing through the forest like physical poetry, muscles and nerves and hearts and eyes and mouths and sex open, the heavens just inches over their heads. Unburdened by any notions of guilt, morality, family, free will, anything beyond roaring all-consuming existence.
Later, while Charles rants and raves and Richard mopes like a kicked puppy, she can still see it at the back of Henry's eyes; she'd beg him to share it with her, but knows it doesn't listen to words.
ETA - one more:
Discworld, the Librarian, students who don't return books
They assume that the librarian must have a formal system for how to deal with unreturned books; a list of student's addresses, a set of boilerplate letters with increasing urgency ranging from "We would like to inquire" to "Due to your lack of compliance in this matter you are hereby" etc, and a set of fines ranging from "Oh, we'll overlook it this time" to "Congratulations, you just paid for a new wing of the main university building"1.
They assume this, but truth be told, no one has seen the system in action; most students, upon finding a banana peel on their windowsill, show up at the library no more than ten minutes later, often returning books that don't even carry a library stamp or, in at least one case, cannot possibly have been written for another three years.
1 In the past, there were several cases where students attempted to attach actual wings to the university building during rag week; this was actively discouraged following the mysterious flattening of dormitory 3 in 1875.
I might write some more later on - it's open until March 8. Go join!
Buffy, Faith/Willow, don't ever go dark
"So just don't," Faith says, "problem solved."
Willow tries to explain it again: what happens when she goes bad, how much more powerful she is now than she was the last time, and how she can't trust Buffy to do what might need to be done if, saying if she goes off the rails again and someone needs to stop her and Faith's closer than anyone, but her explicitly-not-girlfriend just shrugs "whatever, your funeral" and rolls over on her side of the bed.
Hours after Willow has gone to worried sleep Faith still lies awake, unsure if her hands are trying to clench into fists or prayers; she won't, she won't, she can't, she can't make me...
MCU, any Avengers, team breakfast
Pepper still can't get Tony to admit that letting DUM-E serve breakfast for the team was a bad idea, and he's adamant ("I'm shocked, I tell you, shocked and hurt that you would think I'd do that to Bruce") that he didn't have the robot pour the very hot coffee where it did on purpose.
But at least now they know that the Hulk really likes bacon.
So, yay science?
Moomins, Too-ticky, summertime
Summer being short never really bothered Too-Ticky. It is what it is, and nobody ever made anything longer by fretting over it.
She always keeps blueberries in her pocket, eating them one by tiny one, rolling them over her tongue for a while until they just melt away into nothing but taste.
The Secret History, Camilla/Henry, we are savages, you and I
In her memories of that night they are the Wild Hunt, tearing through the forest like physical poetry, muscles and nerves and hearts and eyes and mouths and sex open, the heavens just inches over their heads. Unburdened by any notions of guilt, morality, family, free will, anything beyond roaring all-consuming existence.
Later, while Charles rants and raves and Richard mopes like a kicked puppy, she can still see it at the back of Henry's eyes; she'd beg him to share it with her, but knows it doesn't listen to words.
ETA - one more:
Discworld, the Librarian, students who don't return books
They assume that the librarian must have a formal system for how to deal with unreturned books; a list of student's addresses, a set of boilerplate letters with increasing urgency ranging from "We would like to inquire" to "Due to your lack of compliance in this matter you are hereby" etc, and a set of fines ranging from "Oh, we'll overlook it this time" to "Congratulations, you just paid for a new wing of the main university building"1.
They assume this, but truth be told, no one has seen the system in action; most students, upon finding a banana peel on their windowsill, show up at the library no more than ten minutes later, often returning books that don't even carry a library stamp or, in at least one case, cannot possibly have been written for another three years.
1 In the past, there were several cases where students attempted to attach actual wings to the university building during rag week; this was actively discouraged following the mysterious flattening of dormitory 3 in 1875.
I might write some more later on - it's open until March 8. Go join!
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Date: 2015-02-14 09:19 pm (UTC)YAY SCIENCE
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Date: 2015-02-14 10:54 pm (UTC)Thanks!
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Date: 2015-02-14 10:55 pm (UTC)Loved all of them, especially the Discworld one. I suppose that the next stage for persistent offenders is that you wake up with a banana peel in the bed next to you...
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Date: 2015-02-15 12:55 am (UTC)And I love the Faith/Willow one. A whole storm of emotion in just a few sentences.
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Date: 2015-02-23 06:35 pm (UTC)I might do a longer version of the Willow/Faith one at some point. There's a bunch of things to be explored there.