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seren_ccd .Basically: give me a pairing from a fandom I'm familiar with (Fake TV counts too lol), and then a 1 word prompt. I'll give you a 3 sentence ficlet. It's just that simple kids.
Now that we've got that settled, on with the snippet!
Hicks licked his lips again and then he painfully cracked open his right eye. It felt sticky, almost sealed shut, and he winced at the sheer effort it took to drag it all he way open. His vision swam for a moment, but then it cleared, revealing what must have been two of the most beautiful sights he’d seen in quite a while.
Curled up have on the bed next to him was a grubby little angel, all but lost in what was likely one of his shirts and one hand clutching his like a lifeline. Her eyes were huge and worried in that tiny face, and he tried to smile away a little of that worry. Newt, his mind whispered, memory flooding back through him at the sight of her face. She was alive. That fact brought a stronger smile to his face. It faded slightly as he remembered just why he was so relieved to see her alive. Last thing he remembered, she’d been taken. Taken to the nest to become another host for those disgusting things. There hadn’t been much hope of getting her back. Not much hope at all. That she was here at all meant…
His eye tracked right from the young girl to the woman beside her. His gaze drifted across pale skin and dark curls to a striking face and brown eyes staring down at him. Just a trace of a smile pulled at her lips, and once again Hicks felt an answering smile appear on his own face. Maybe a little bruised, maybe tired as hell. But she was still standing, and a lot more steady than he was right now. Yeah, he thought, she could definitely handle herself.
“Ripley. Ellen.”
Poor Hicks.. he's having a really shitty day ain't he? At least the scenery's nice!
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Date: 2011-06-09 08:44 am (UTC)Annnddd, could I have have a little of your Reaper!Vaako and Kyra? Just 'cause I'm curious. :D
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Date: 2011-06-09 12:40 pm (UTC)And whoot - that I can definitely do. I need a prompt though! Gotta narrow the muse down a bit more than just rampant Reaper!Vaako and Kyra lol. That could be a bit chaotic.
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Date: 2011-06-09 12:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-06-09 05:22 pm (UTC)It burns between them, this new connection, this awareness, burns in a way that Kyra can’t yet understand. She doesn’t like it, she decides: doesn’t like the confusion that he seems so smugly beyond, doesn’t like the way their heartbeats align in a way no one but Riddick has noticed, and certainly doesn’t like the flush that creeps across her skin with a single look from across the throne room. It’s maddening, this fire he sets teasing at her skin; it’s almost enough to make a woman strip just to escape the heat.
btw, I just remembered I did a little ficlet for these 2 a while back too... tis here: http://hiddencait.livejournal.com/5577.html?thread=13769#t13769
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Date: 2011-06-09 05:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-06-09 05:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-06-09 12:50 pm (UTC)MeMe
Prompt: Escape
Pairing: Riddick(Post Pitch Black as per our dicussion, when he was a true Anit-Hero and completely unpredictable.)/River(The badass slightly crazy one I keep hearing about!)
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Date: 2011-06-09 05:21 pm (UTC)River/Riddick (Post Pitch Black): Escape
Damned if he knows why he’s following a crazy back into a fucking prison ship he just managed to escape, but that appears to be what he’s doing. The little slip of psycho nearly kicks his face in with that vicious ballet she’s dancing with the Purplebelly guards, but only nearly; he somehow doubts she’d ever miss her intended target. So he runs when she tells him and prepares for a round of his favorite game; if he’s not mistaking the look in her crazy little eyes, she can give even Richard B. Riddick a run for his money.
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Date: 2011-06-11 06:37 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-06-11 07:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-06-09 04:28 pm (UTC)(cuz i love the idea of this pairing so freaking much)
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Date: 2011-06-09 05:18 pm (UTC)Reaper!Vaako/Kyra: Blood
His pulse and her’s pounded in his ears and against his tongue. The taste of blood was new and yet utterly familiar, a sign perhaps that this choice might had been more than instinct, more than just his conscious will. As infection sank into her skin with his teeth, John closed his eyes and for a moment lost himself in something that felt frighteningly like fate.
BTW, I did do another little request ficlet for this cross awhile back that you might enjoy as well: http://hiddencait.livejournal.com/5577.html?thread=13769#t13769
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Date: 2011-06-09 05:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-06-12 04:04 am (UTC)