I keep opening work in progress files, sighing and closing them again.

Stealing this idea from [livejournal.com profile] 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...

From: [identity profile] kellifer-fic.livejournal.com


The fire has burned down to embers and Ronon is stretched out beside it like the world's biggest cat, arms over his head and feet splayed. John is sitting by his hip, digging his toes into the sand and watching Rodney and Teyla at the shoreline, relieved that Rodney has chosen today to stop telling them all how he will die slowly from solar radiation and just enjoy himself.

"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."


From: [identity profile] meret.livejournal.com


Beautiful writing! I especially like John pausing, instantly realizing what an important moment it is.
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