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tigriswolfTitle: just like Mama made
Fandom: 3rd Rock from the Sun
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: future!fic
Pairings: Big Giant Head/Mrs. Big Giant Head, mentions of Dick/Mary & Sally/Don
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 210
Point of view: third
Prompt: peanut butter
In the end, the reason that Team Cougar got to return to Earth was peanut butter. The Information Officer (who only ever thought of himself as Tommy anymore) had an eloquent and impassioned argument, but the Transmitter simply shouted, “Peanut butter!” and Mrs. Big Giant Head started reminiscing about cheeto and peanut butter sandwiches. So then the Big Giant Head decided that sounded good and ordered a return mission to get some for him.
Team Cougar went back to Ohio and bought a jar of Peter Pan creamy peanut butter. Harry picked out the perfect bag of cheetos, Tommy chose a loaf of Bunny bread, and they sent all three to the Big Giant Head and his lovely wife.
The High Commander and his team were given another mission, to continue their study of human cultures: find all the best food and submit samples for review.
It had been a year since they left, so Dick and Sally had to woo Mary and Don all over again. Tommy chose another college and a different major, with a plan he didn’t tell anyone in place. And Harry became a stand-up comic, whose main gag was being unfunny.
All in all, Tommy thought, the humans could have a worse overlord than him.
Title: You are not without hope for the world
Fandom: Avatar the Last Airbender
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: AU during season 2
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 500
Point of view: third
Note: semi-inspired by Vathara’s “Embers” and pure self-indulgence
Prompt: cold
The dragon sleeps in a quiet, dark place, and he dreams of long ago, when he was first among many and they ruled the skies.
So few, now. So few. Slaughtered and scattered, decorating walls with their bones, and the greatest, the Lord of the Dragons—he sleeps in the spirit of young firebender, the banished son of the Fire Lord.
treachery, the World Dragon whispers. blood-curse. lightning and flame.
Agni says nothing and the World Dragon unfurls her ancient wings. so be it, she roars, and a young firebender stirs in his sleep.
The Dragon of the West, one of the greatest firebenders of all, looks up from his cup of tea. The avatar shivers an ocean away.
And the Lord of the Dragons, who has not woken in so long—who was killed saving his daughter, who shone bright as Agni’s light—he opens his eyes in the quiet, dark place deep in Zuko’s spirit, where Ozai’s rage and Azula’s betrayals could not touch, where Zuko goes to rest.
Agni smiles and the World Dragon murmurs, live again, my son.
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The next time they meet, in Ba Sing Se, Zuko’s fire burns hotter and his reflexes are faster, and his eyes shine bright as Agni’s light.
Azula retreats, for the first time wary of her brother, and the dragons come out of hiding to meet the (disinherited) Fire Prince in the desert.
"Nephew,” Iroh breathes in wonder as all the dragons left in the world wait for a single word.
In the quiet, dark place, the Lord of the Dragons stretches and says, blood of my blood, will you let me speak?
Zuko settles into the quiet, dark place and meditates.
When he looks back into the world, the Lord of the Dragons asks, dragon’s child, have you room enough for me?
The World Dragon roars and Agni winks, and Prince Zuko, banished, disinherited, son of the Fire Lord—
The dragons bow before the new (once and future) lord, half-human, half-not, and all but two spirits blink in shock.
Across an ocean, the child avatar opens his eyes and says, “Huh.”
"Oh, nephew,” Iroh whispers. “Nothing in your life will ever be simple.”
The quiet, dark place pulses with power and the Lord of the Dragons spreads his wings, launches into the sky, and tests his new limits.
Zuko laughs in wonder, exhilarated. His path is new, untrodden by any who came before.
The dragons, less than a hundred strong, too young or too old, follow behind him, but the World Dragon promises, soon, my children, and Agni says, sure enough to shake the world, blood-blessed, lightning and flame.
The Lord of the Dragons, black as obsidian and golden as the sun, leads his people home.
Iroh follows, wondering if Ursa had known. The Lord of the Dragons, asleep in a dragon’s child… all sorts of plans must have been destroyed when Zuko spoke to his inner dragon. Iroh chuckles, so very proud of his nephew.
Title: love’s ferocity snarls
Fandom: Sherlock (BBC)
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: takes place after “The Great Game”
Pairings: pre-John/Sherlock
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 350
Point of view: third
Prompt: physics
Sherlock is a genius. John is still shocked sometimes, at the things Sherlock understands, at the connections he can find and follow. And even though Sherlock often seems to be at a loss in social interactions, John has seen his acting. He could pass, if he really tried. If he wanted it.
John thinks, sometimes, that Sherlock wanted it in the past. And he did try. But something went spectacularly wrong, and John’s flatmate is the result.
He’s a genius who doesn’t eat more than half the time, who forgets to sleep, and who doesn’t remember that other people can’t see what he does. And he knows that no one is as smart as him, except maybe Moriarty and Mycroft.
Good company, John thinks, as Sherlock explains to Lestrade exactly how the businessman’s piss ended up in his lungs.
A madman, the British government, and a consulting detective. A bad joke, really.
John’s not sure, sometimes, how Sherlock even survived so long. Mycroft, probably.
Ah, and look, Sherlock just alienated the police again. Shocking.
Sherlock glances over to John, a question on his face. John steps forward, tells Lestrade they’ll be in touch, and guides Sherlock out.
Time for his explanation on something Sherlock actually gave up on understanding or caring about years ago.
Sherlock is a genius. No matter how John tries, he has accepted he will never fully comprehend the sheer enormity of the intellect of Sherlock Holmes.
But Sherlock defers to him. In certain things, most of the time, Sherlock turns to him for guidance and listens when John speaks. And that is why John stays when everyone has warned him away.
Sherlock needs someone to feed him, remind him to sleep, and guard his back. Somebody who cares for Sherlock, not just his potential or his capabilities.
And John needs someone to care for, someone to protect.
He’s already killed for Sherlock, after knowing him for less than a day, all told. And now that he does know Sherlock…
Well. Sherlock is his, and he keeps his things safe, no matter what it takes.
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Date: 2011-03-07 06:13 am (UTC)Just perfect.
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Date: 2011-03-07 06:43 am (UTC)Very much enjoyed!
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