I keep opening work in progress files, sighing and closing them again.
Stealing this idea from
rei_c because I think I need a brain reboot.
Give me 3-5 words and a fandom and I will do you a comment fic.
Maybe knocking out some wee litte fics will get my brain going again...
Stealing this idea from
Give me 3-5 words and a fandom and I will do you a comment fic.
Maybe knocking out some wee litte fics will get my brain going again...
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"They're melting," John observes, tapping the container filled with chocolate-covered strawberries with his fingers. Technically they are neither strawberries, nor chocolate covered but both items were close enough to the real thing for no one to complain much.
"I used to dream," Ronon says, stretching impossibly further. "About days like this. When I was a runner I used to dream of just... stopping."
John has a strawberry halfway to his mouth, saliva flooding his palate at the thought of the sticky sweetness but pauses. "Ronon?" he prompts because it's rare for Ronon to volunteer anything, give of himself.
"I think," Ronon says, voice barely a whisper. "I think I'm finally home."
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