[Drabbles] Archiving

[tollers]

This is mostly stuff taken from my other journal, in response to the following meme:

Give me a pairing and a prompt and I will write you a fic that is no more than three lines long.

I've just stuck 'em here for archival purposes. Feel free to have a read if you want!

For: rincredible
Fandom: Doctor Who
Pairing: Doctor/Rose

'Rain'

She throws her arms over her head while the first drops of rain fall from the sky, as if that would protect her from getting wet. It's a quick, sudden shower after a long but well-earned victory, and it takes them both by surprise; but while she is cowering

(laughing)

desperate to be dry, he lifts his face to the sky and beams, letting the rain soak through his hair and his skin.

These are the insignificant details in their lives that help weave a tapestry of stories for the future.

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For: rincredible
Fandom: Doctor Who
Pairing: Doctor/Rose

'Kiss'

You'd think after centuries of existing, you would know what a kiss (a stop-your-hearts, reaches and warms the tips of your fingers and toes, holds you breathless, stars-in-your-eyes kiss) felt like.

You've had experience - it isn't as though you haven't.

But then she comes along (with that soft, pink mouth you thought you'd seen before), and you realize for the first time in every one of your lives and regenerations, the very essence of you finally knows what it feels like to kiss - and for all your knowledge, for all your experience, you learn something new.

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For: austen
Fandom: Pushing Daisies
Pairing: Ned/Chuck
Prompt: Cubefall, Milliways

His skin tingles, nearly burns, every time her fingers leave then touches him again (his arm now, his chest, his face ...), their lips never breaking contact; he can smell her and it's the scent of honey and flour and life.

She's certain she'll remember this forever and ever (the taste of his skin, his lips - like apple and peaches) until she suddenly can't, and she'll long for it again until it breaks her.

There will be no happily ever after -

there never is (this is not a fairytale)

- but for right now, it satiates their desire for something sweet.

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For: ceitfianna
Fandom: Becoming Jane
Pairing: Tom/Jane

'A stolen kiss'

It wouldn't be proper - hardly fitting for a lady - and yet, here she is, leaning up on her toes (she cannot be this much shorter than he), feeling the warmth of his skin against hers, her eyes slowly closing, the touch of his fingers at her waist

(and his mouth).

The taste is so sweet and so chaste, like a kiss from a story meant to make little girls giggle and squeal as they dream of their own charming princes to whisk them away.

"Jane!" her sister cries, jolting her from whatever daze, whatever completely unfounded, nonsensical, impossible daydream she's found herself (guiltily) having and she lets out a breath -

there is no such thing as a prince without gold.


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For: ceitfianna
Fandom: Milliways
Pairing: James/Tiwa

'Flying'

With the wind in his hair, keeping his legs tightly wrapped around his broom, arms tucked firm against his body, bent low and fluid to move with the skies, he can imagine he feels like she does in the air.

She watches, dark eyes like ink blots, memorizing every detail, every nuance of his motion - how he could be a bird if he simply wasn't all limbs and wizard and a stick keeping him afloat.

They don't talk because there's no need to; in the air, despite what they are (who they are), what they're made of (what they look like), they are one and the same - two souls relishing the taste and thrill of freedom.

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For: wicked_chaotic
Fandom: Milliways
Pairing: James/Cora

'Flat shopping'

"It's ugly," he says deadpan, gesturing wildly at the scratched brown wood-finish (carved out and paint-peeling), the mould on the walls and the rusted old hinges, flaking red at the doors.

He couldn't live here - not for all the world; but she has an adamant look on her face (the kind she gets when her mind's made up, and he knows it because he's seen it when she chose him) -

- so he sighs and she smiles, already picturing the boys running around, until finally, he gives up (because the boys have been pictured here now, and that's always that).

"It's going to need a lot of work," he says, "but it's home."

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For: puja
Fandom: Percy Jackson
Pairing: Percy/Annabeth

'Fall'

They sit next to each other - close, skin touching, the cuff of her bright orange t-shirt (identical to his) tickling the side of his arm, raising goosebumps - as the campers prepare to go home for the winter months.

The summer is over, and so are the adventures, and he always feels like another opportunity's missed before he goes

(tell her now, tell her before it's too late).

"It's time to go, Seaweed Brain," she says softly, like she's waiting for him to just say it, but she touches his hand, her fingers grazing his and -

his heart skips a beat because she knows (and he knows): it's okay, it's okay - they have time.

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