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edenfallingMore fills from the Three Sentence Ficathon, for archiving purposes.
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scripps, Star Trek, George/Chris Pike/Winona, without George it just didn't work. [AO3 version]
Not With a Bang (440 words)
And yet again, I fail at this three-sentence thing. *sigh*
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Chris finds Winona on the promenade level of the station, standing against a sliver of window half-hidden behind a bulkhead and thus out of the way of tourists wanting to see the earth, the moon, and the unveiled stars. Her hand is raised toward the jewel-dusted midnight of uncharted space, a hairsbreadth away from touching the double-layered transparent aluminum that can't quite shield against the bitter chill of vacuum, and he thinks of the first time he saw her, laughing in freefall while she held his hand through an emergency patch job on the Kelvin in his first posting, fresh from Starfleet Academy and unable to quite believe she and George were serious when they invited him into their lives and their bed. But that was long ago 'in another country, and besides, the wench is dead,' he thinks, and without George's easy humor and bone-deep faith in the universe, he and Winona do nothing but sharpen each other's edges and slice to the bone.
Still, he can't let go without one last try, any more than she can balance between her need for space and her love for the children she leave on Earth, so he slides into the tiny nook beside her, careful not to touch without invitation, and says, "I got the exec position on the Constitution, for a one-year cruise along the borders. Will you come along so we can keep each other out of trouble?"
"The Perseverance ships out in five days," Winona says without turning, "and you know we'd only goad each other on."
Chris sighs.
Winona presses her hand to the window and turns halfway, faces Chris with dry, sober eyes, and says: "We're not good for each other, Chris, not when all we do is keep George's ghost between us like an accusation. I don't know how we'll heal, but I do know this isn't working. I have a four-month tour. Then I'm going to bury myself in Iowa until I can find what made George love the damn place, and with a bit of luck somewhere along the line I'll find myself and keep from fucking up my sons any more than I've fucked them up already. Don't bury yourself with me. One of us needs to be happy, and right now you're the only one with any chance. Take it. And don't ever look back. I won't be waiting."
She pulls him in for a kiss. Then she walks away, as vivid and impossible to ignore as she's always been, though the aura that cloaks her now is defiance and grief instead of joy.
She doesn't look back once.
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8.silvr_dagger, Star Trek AOS, Kirk/Gaila, no fear of falling. [AO3 version]
Sometimes You Fly (320 words)
"When I was a kid, I drove a car over the edge of an old quarry -- did I ever tell you that? -- 'cause yeah, no lies, I gunned it right into thin air, jumped out and back just as the wheels left the ground, nearly missed my grip on the rim... and then the cops caught up," Jim says as Gaila licks her way down his body, running his mouth run in a futile attempt to keep his composure when his hands and feet are tied and he can't move, can't join in, can't be an equal participant; "Scariest damn thing I ever did, swear to god."
Gaila's mouth curves knowingly around his cock as she favors him with skeptical eyebrows, and Jim breaks, so easily, so ready to say anything and everything to keep from begging, babbles like a baby: "Okay, no, joining Starfleet was scarier, and so is every day I wake up and realize some crazy idiots agreed to make me a captain, 'cause if I died then, it was just me, and maybe Mom and Sam, but now it's so many people, not just on the ship but all the people who see us on the news and don't know any better than to believe the hype -- what if I let them all down?"
Gaila pulls her mouth off his cock with a wet kiss, wriggles up his body to wrap her fingers around his wrists and the ropes she tied there, skewers him with a look the way far too many of his friends have learned to do, and tells him, "You can't guarantee anything, no matter how much you plan or how hard you try -- nobody can -- but you can trust your crew to catch you when you jump, just like you can trust me now, Jim; let go and relax, let me make you happy; I won't let you fall alone."
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9.silvr_dagger, X-Men (any version), Rogue, AU - she's not just a leech, she's an actual energy vampire. [AO3 version]
But Oh, To Be Without It (200 words exactly)
What she never tells anyone is how good it feels. The rush of stolen life is sweeter than water to a dying traveler in the desert, and for days afterwards -- weeks, if she's careless and lets her hand linger, edges right up to the point where the drain shifts from skimming off the top and she starts to pull who they are, starts to choke on her prey's messy thoughts and the unspoken tangles of hope and love and hate and desire -- she picks at her food, all the mundane business of digestion and glucose cycles so unnecessary when she's brimful with energy and almost fancies she must be giving off sparks.
Rogue never drinks on purpose, never gives the Professor any excuse to think she hasn't learned her lessons and changed her ways, but she's no plaster saint untouched by temptation, and sometimes she can't help flying to the city -- any city will do, so long as the weather is warm -- where she walks amidst thousands of strangers, thinks how easy it would be to pocket her gloves and brush her fingers across bare skin, and bites her tongue in a futile effort to keep her mouth from watering.
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10.daria234, Fairy tales, any/any, stop (Note: The fairy tale I used is "Sleeping Beauty.")
An Equal and Opposite Reaction (250 words)
Argh, I completely forgot the romance aspect, sorry! *wince* I hope you like the ficlet despite that error.
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Life does not stop when the princess pricks her finger upon the spindle; the castle falls to sleep, as do the folk of the upper and lower towns, and a hedge of thorns high as a hill grows around the city walls, but the rest of the country is left to wonder what became of their king, of his greatest lords, of the rich merchants and skilled guildsmen, all gathered to celebrate the princess's birthday and her betrothal to the crown prince of their neighbors to the north, to bring an end to generations of fruitless war. What will become of the shires, left to untried heirs; what will become of debts, unable to be collected, or bills unable to be paid; what of the river that flows through the city, the lifeblood of trade connecting the inland mines and pastures to the seaports and the riches of foreign lands; what of the warlike north, denied their promised price?
But life does not stop when the princess pricks her finger upon the spindle, and when the castle and city wake in a hundred years, when the king seeks to reclaim his throne, the lords seek to regain their lands, the merchants seek to resume their trade, the people seek to reunite with their families, there is no place for them anymore for the world has moved on without them, and only an immortal fairy could think this curse was kinder than a swift and painless death.
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11.silvr_dagger, Star Trek AOS, Uhura/Gaila, here there be dragons. [AO3 version]
Bring Me That Horizon (175 words)
The unknown is always dangerous, but every dragon guards a hoard of priceless treasure (or may be persuaded to speak heavenly wisdom, depending on your cultural tradition) and Nyota's never been one to shy away from a calculated risk. Adventure is written into humanity too deep to ever untwine from the weave of genes and environment: the urge to lift roots and strike out for the world beyond the known, for the far horizon and beyond, physically or metaphorically, and what could possibly be more unknown and tempting than a fellow adventurer from beyond the stars, for whom Earth is the land beyond the sunrise, the territory without a map, where fables lurk with golden teeth?
"Let me learn you," she says to Gaila as she presses her roommate to her bed, feels the subtly foreign texture of her skin -- like papyrus, like the supple inner bark of a tree -- and Nyota drinks in Gaila's laughter like the first water in the wilderness, and sets herself to track the river to its source.
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scripps, Star Trek, George/Chris Pike/Winona, without George it just didn't work. [AO3 version]Not With a Bang (440 words)
And yet again, I fail at this three-sentence thing. *sigh*
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Chris finds Winona on the promenade level of the station, standing against a sliver of window half-hidden behind a bulkhead and thus out of the way of tourists wanting to see the earth, the moon, and the unveiled stars. Her hand is raised toward the jewel-dusted midnight of uncharted space, a hairsbreadth away from touching the double-layered transparent aluminum that can't quite shield against the bitter chill of vacuum, and he thinks of the first time he saw her, laughing in freefall while she held his hand through an emergency patch job on the Kelvin in his first posting, fresh from Starfleet Academy and unable to quite believe she and George were serious when they invited him into their lives and their bed. But that was long ago 'in another country, and besides, the wench is dead,' he thinks, and without George's easy humor and bone-deep faith in the universe, he and Winona do nothing but sharpen each other's edges and slice to the bone.
Still, he can't let go without one last try, any more than she can balance between her need for space and her love for the children she leave on Earth, so he slides into the tiny nook beside her, careful not to touch without invitation, and says, "I got the exec position on the Constitution, for a one-year cruise along the borders. Will you come along so we can keep each other out of trouble?"
"The Perseverance ships out in five days," Winona says without turning, "and you know we'd only goad each other on."
Chris sighs.
Winona presses her hand to the window and turns halfway, faces Chris with dry, sober eyes, and says: "We're not good for each other, Chris, not when all we do is keep George's ghost between us like an accusation. I don't know how we'll heal, but I do know this isn't working. I have a four-month tour. Then I'm going to bury myself in Iowa until I can find what made George love the damn place, and with a bit of luck somewhere along the line I'll find myself and keep from fucking up my sons any more than I've fucked them up already. Don't bury yourself with me. One of us needs to be happy, and right now you're the only one with any chance. Take it. And don't ever look back. I won't be waiting."
She pulls him in for a kiss. Then she walks away, as vivid and impossible to ignore as she's always been, though the aura that cloaks her now is defiance and grief instead of joy.
She doesn't look back once.
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silvr_dagger, Star Trek AOS, Kirk/Gaila, no fear of falling. [AO3 version]Sometimes You Fly (320 words)
"When I was a kid, I drove a car over the edge of an old quarry -- did I ever tell you that? -- 'cause yeah, no lies, I gunned it right into thin air, jumped out and back just as the wheels left the ground, nearly missed my grip on the rim... and then the cops caught up," Jim says as Gaila licks her way down his body, running his mouth run in a futile attempt to keep his composure when his hands and feet are tied and he can't move, can't join in, can't be an equal participant; "Scariest damn thing I ever did, swear to god."
Gaila's mouth curves knowingly around his cock as she favors him with skeptical eyebrows, and Jim breaks, so easily, so ready to say anything and everything to keep from begging, babbles like a baby: "Okay, no, joining Starfleet was scarier, and so is every day I wake up and realize some crazy idiots agreed to make me a captain, 'cause if I died then, it was just me, and maybe Mom and Sam, but now it's so many people, not just on the ship but all the people who see us on the news and don't know any better than to believe the hype -- what if I let them all down?"
Gaila pulls her mouth off his cock with a wet kiss, wriggles up his body to wrap her fingers around his wrists and the ropes she tied there, skewers him with a look the way far too many of his friends have learned to do, and tells him, "You can't guarantee anything, no matter how much you plan or how hard you try -- nobody can -- but you can trust your crew to catch you when you jump, just like you can trust me now, Jim; let go and relax, let me make you happy; I won't let you fall alone."
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silvr_dagger, X-Men (any version), Rogue, AU - she's not just a leech, she's an actual energy vampire. [AO3 version]But Oh, To Be Without It (200 words exactly)
What she never tells anyone is how good it feels. The rush of stolen life is sweeter than water to a dying traveler in the desert, and for days afterwards -- weeks, if she's careless and lets her hand linger, edges right up to the point where the drain shifts from skimming off the top and she starts to pull who they are, starts to choke on her prey's messy thoughts and the unspoken tangles of hope and love and hate and desire -- she picks at her food, all the mundane business of digestion and glucose cycles so unnecessary when she's brimful with energy and almost fancies she must be giving off sparks.
Rogue never drinks on purpose, never gives the Professor any excuse to think she hasn't learned her lessons and changed her ways, but she's no plaster saint untouched by temptation, and sometimes she can't help flying to the city -- any city will do, so long as the weather is warm -- where she walks amidst thousands of strangers, thinks how easy it would be to pocket her gloves and brush her fingers across bare skin, and bites her tongue in a futile effort to keep her mouth from watering.
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daria234, Fairy tales, any/any, stop (Note: The fairy tale I used is "Sleeping Beauty.")An Equal and Opposite Reaction (250 words)
Argh, I completely forgot the romance aspect, sorry! *wince* I hope you like the ficlet despite that error.
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Life does not stop when the princess pricks her finger upon the spindle; the castle falls to sleep, as do the folk of the upper and lower towns, and a hedge of thorns high as a hill grows around the city walls, but the rest of the country is left to wonder what became of their king, of his greatest lords, of the rich merchants and skilled guildsmen, all gathered to celebrate the princess's birthday and her betrothal to the crown prince of their neighbors to the north, to bring an end to generations of fruitless war. What will become of the shires, left to untried heirs; what will become of debts, unable to be collected, or bills unable to be paid; what of the river that flows through the city, the lifeblood of trade connecting the inland mines and pastures to the seaports and the riches of foreign lands; what of the warlike north, denied their promised price?
But life does not stop when the princess pricks her finger upon the spindle, and when the castle and city wake in a hundred years, when the king seeks to reclaim his throne, the lords seek to regain their lands, the merchants seek to resume their trade, the people seek to reunite with their families, there is no place for them anymore for the world has moved on without them, and only an immortal fairy could think this curse was kinder than a swift and painless death.
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11.
silvr_dagger, Star Trek AOS, Uhura/Gaila, here there be dragons. [AO3 version]Bring Me That Horizon (175 words)
The unknown is always dangerous, but every dragon guards a hoard of priceless treasure (or may be persuaded to speak heavenly wisdom, depending on your cultural tradition) and Nyota's never been one to shy away from a calculated risk. Adventure is written into humanity too deep to ever untwine from the weave of genes and environment: the urge to lift roots and strike out for the world beyond the known, for the far horizon and beyond, physically or metaphorically, and what could possibly be more unknown and tempting than a fellow adventurer from beyond the stars, for whom Earth is the land beyond the sunrise, the territory without a map, where fables lurk with golden teeth?
"Let me learn you," she says to Gaila as she presses her roommate to her bed, feels the subtly foreign texture of her skin -- like papyrus, like the supple inner bark of a tree -- and Nyota drinks in Gaila's laughter like the first water in the wilderness, and sets herself to track the river to its source.
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