two-sentence fics!

[fahye]

Naruto and Sakura spin themselves into a whirlwhind of shared giddy joy with their realisation that Uchiha Sasuke, prodigal fucking son, loved beyond anything he deserves, does not have to belong to one of them and one of them alone. Tsunade can't smile at them with as much approval as she'd like: she can't stop herself from thinking how did you do that -- how dare you do that -- when we couldn't?

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I know there was a meme for one-sentence fics ages ago, but I prefer this variation that I just invented fifteen minutes ago, because you get more rhythm to play with.

I wrote a handful of these for deutscheami and had a lot of fun with them, and I need to do some scribbling to get my words flowing for a couple of projects that actually have deadlines, and I have a few free hours tomorrow morning. The upshot being:

TWO-SENTENCE FICS TO ALL THAT WANT 'EM

Any fandom, any pairing. (Though I suggest you don't get much more specific than fandom and/or pairing, else I will just end up beating you around the head with your own prompt and wailing.)

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[oxoniensis.livejournal.com]

Doctor Who, Ten/Master

[fahye.livejournal.com]

Instead of sleeping the Doctor transforms and discards in his mind what he would say to the Master if he had the chance (and the universe is both vast and surprising -- it never hurts to be prepared). He would like to think himself capable of saying nothing and walking away, but instead he hears his own plaintive voice saying your compulsion of forced ownership is useless: you never needed to threaten a world or construct a cage to own me entirely.

[liminalliz.livejournal.com]

BONES/BOOTH

LEOOOOOOOOOBEN

[fahye.livejournal.com]

LIZZEN. I JUST. I THOUGHT I COULDN'T SHIP THEM ANY MORE THAN I DID. I WAS WRONG.

[fahye.livejournal.com]

When reality punctures the rigid automatic control that has been keeping her upright for the past two weeks, she is abruptly and coldly furious because either he put her through this ordeal in full knowledge of what she would suffer, or because he honestly doesn't know how much she loves him; how for four days she felt as though she was bleeding and bleeding and bleeding inside, as though something vital had been ripped away.

She hits him as hard as she possibly can because the second of these two options hurts her more than the first, and she wishes that it didn’t.

(sorry, this one is irredeemably geeky)

[fahye.livejournal.com]

The line of them stands thus -- Cavil, another Cavil, himself, Doral, Sharon -- and Leoben blinks twice.

"What are you smiling about?" asks one of the Cavils, and Leoben replies, "I'm just thinking that it's a pity Number Three isn't here."

[miraielle.livejournal.com]

>.> Narnia? Don't care what pairing! Just no Pevencest.

[fahye.livejournal.com]

I warn you now that a) this will very likely be Peter/Caspian and b) yes, this will be a transparent attempt to entice you into writing more of that fic.

Although I have not seen the movie and won't see it for ages because I am broke. Er. Maybe it will not be Peter/Caspian. BUT YOU SHOULD WRITE MORE ANYWAY.

[liminalliz.livejournal.com]

I SECOND THE WISH THAT YOU CONTINUE WRITING PETER/CASPIAN. <3333

seconded request = four sentences!

[fahye.livejournal.com]

When Caspian looks at Peter his expression says legend and hero and Peter doesn't have the heart to tell him that he has spent months trying to forget the sensations of triumph and authority; that to be admired so openly is somewhere between glorious and a dagger to the heart.

Because when Peter looks at Caspian, two people look at two people: the High King sees a boy who is not so very different to himself, when he was a few years into his reign, and Peter Pevensie sees someone a little older than himself with serious eyes and a beautiful, natural sword-grace.

When Caspian touches Peter on the arm, the force of these identities presses them closer and closer together.

When Peter kisses Caspian he kisses Narnia, and so it feels more like an ending than a beginning.

[not-in-denial.livejournal.com]

no fandom, original. Pairing is sunlight and lemonade.

....okay then!

[fahye.livejournal.com]

Increasing the temperature of a liquid increases the energy of any gas particles trapped within it, meaning that less and less of the gas can remain dissolved.

Which means, on the aesthetic level, that for all the beauty of refraction in the spheres tossed out by the warming fizz, it's simply a grand concession to loss of identity.

[polaris-starz.livejournal.com]

Can I has Angela/Hodgins? :D

[fahye.livejournal.com]

"I don't know if I want to get married after all," Angela whispers into his bare chest.

Just as his heart leaps into his throat in a deplorably unanatomical and yet entirely vivid manner, she lifts her wicked eyes to meet his and continues, "I rather like this whole living in sin concept."

[a-white-rain.livejournal.com]

I want Seishirou/Subaru. X or TB.

[fahye.livejournal.com]

The backs of Subaru's gloves have faint grey lines that speak of what lies beneath, dusty shadows of pentagrams traced out by the absent troubled movement of his fingers across the fabric. Seishirou follows them with his own fingers, holding the Sumeragi's wrist tight in his other hand, until the glow through the gloves and the glow of Subaru's desperate eyes are equal in vibrancy.

[myrafur.livejournal.com]

X3

RAVENOUS OSS-CEST!

(or naruino)

[fahye.livejournal.com]

.....WHUT. OSS-CEST?

[highlyeccentric.livejournal.com]

I was going to say Roland / Olivier, but the chances of you having read the Chanson are very slim... soo... Lancelot/Gawain? (bonus points for *after* L. has killed G's sons...)

[fahye.livejournal.com]

Unfortunately the closest I've come to the Chanson is Stephen King's Dark Tower series (which you should read, if you haven't) so, er, no-go on the first request. And I have not touched anything Arthurian that doesn't directly touch on Galahad du Lac with a ten foot pole for years, so I can remember very little about Gawain, but give me ten minutes with wikipedia and I could probably manage something

All of which is a very longwinded way of saying: if you want something that does not consist of me improvising madly, um, you might want to request something else. Anything Shakespearean? Slings & Arrows?

[ranty-rie.livejournal.com]

Mmm, Ibiki/Iruka? >D I am a fangirl. I do not care to hide it.

[fahye.livejournal.com]

"No knives or psychological trauma allowed," Iruka says severely.

Ibiki looks around the room of half-expectant, half-hyperactive children and starts to rethink his brilliant new career choice.

[schiarire.livejournal.com]

JUDAS

[fahye.livejournal.com]

With each passing night that Judas lies half-awake and remembering, the questions that he intends to ask become simultaneously sharper and blunter. He is prepared for elusion or coldness or even violence in return: he doesn't care, because he will know and Nehorai will know that being left alone for this long grants him the right to answers.

[ariastar.livejournal.com]

Doctor Who, Ten&Donna (or Ten/Donna, I am not fussed).

set pre-S4 because I still haven't seen more than...half of 4x01

[fahye.livejournal.com]

The twisted, lacy garter was not the strangest thing that the Doctor found during his impromptu oh-well-it's-spring-somewhere cleaning of the TARDIS, but it brought the widest nostalgic smile to his face.

(Meanwhile, Donna was apologising with bad grace to a confused man with untidy hair and Converse sneakers, upon whom she had leapt with a rather undignified shriek.)

[skygiants]

Kyouya/Azula. :D

um, I wrote two and I couldn't decide. HAVE BOTH.

[fahye.livejournal.com]

"I'll take whatever your most expensive deal is," the girl says with an assured wave of her hand, "though I doubt your little club can adequately entertain me."

Kyouya pushes his glasses higher on his nose and tries to decide if Tamaki has been annoying enough lately to deserve this ghastly client, or if he'll just leave her to the tender mercies of the twins.

~

"How about you both chair the festival committee?" the teacher says finally, in tones that brook no argument.

Azula and Kyouya exchange a glance that says two things: firstly, this will be the best festival ever held at this school or, in fact, anywhere in Japan; secondly, that any amount of underhanded bastardry is permissable when it comes to claiming the credit.

[genarti]

Viola and Antonio, from Twelfth Night.

Alternately, Zuko and Iroh's son whose name I am blanking on.

(...the timeline for this might be WAY OFF, I have no idea)

[fahye.livejournal.com]

Lu Ten is nineteen when he dies. When the news comes, Zuko remembers running after his cousin and worshipping him in the way that boys worship their older brothers, but everyone else seems to be far more worried about the fact that his uncle has declared his intention of halting the campaign, so he keeps his head down and recites the rituals for the dead under his breath until Azula catches him at it; her childish laughter is light and unmoved.

[ashen_key]

Lucifer and Ten.

[fahye.livejournal.com]

Lucifer recognises two facets of his own character in the man's brown eyes (which are, like his own, far too bright to be readable). The first is an insatiable intrinsic curiosity; the second is the conscious, practiced ability to ignore regrets until they dissipate entirely.

[looknleap.livejournal.com]

Love that drabble so much. Hmm how about Kakashi/Sakura or Asuma/Ino with the girls being older and a lot more jaded.

[fahye.livejournal.com]

Well, it was your idea :D But I'm pleased with how it turned out.

Shall do!

[nextian.livejournal.com]

JUST AZULA, MAN. ♥

[fahye.livejournal.com]

Azula finds Pai Sho to be a tedious game: the pieces move only in predefined ways, and one cannot change the rules even if one is far more intelligent than one's opponent.

Unlike game pieces, real people are unpredictable and have cracks into which the tip of a lever can be inserted; real people can be tricked.