Three Sentence Ficathon Fills
Dec. 21st, 2018 11:26 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Dipping my toes into fanfic for the first time in a very long time... this was fun. Done for the 3 Sentence Ficathon.
any, any, in SPACE (Les Miserables)
It was in the galactic year 3315 that Jean Valjean, formerly PT#24601, was released from his nineteen-year-long captivity in the prison-ship Toulon. The stone-faced prison guard snapped a yellow band around his wrist -- ("temporary identification, until they reenter you into the system") -- and so they set free him from one cage and let him into another.
Four years later, Monsieur Madeleine rubs his thumb against the cuffs of his long sleeved shirt, pretends it's just stiff cloth that's cutting into his wrist, and goes out to greet the inspector newly assigned to the floating city of Montreuil-sur-mer.
any, any, in SPACE (Good Omens TV/Doctor Who)
The man with the same face as Crowley spins a metallic stick in his fingers, shining it this way and that. As they stand in the dark echoing guts of an alien planet, Aziraphale glances at the big blue police box beside them.
"Does it play Queen?"
any, any, dragons (Stargate Atlantis)
"That's it, which one of you block-headed morons touched the alien tech in the 'very off-limits, very possibly black-hole inducing' corner of the lab again?"
"I assure you, none of us did," says Radek, peering at McKay's thunderous face over the rim of his glasses, "why do you ask?"
For the first time in a very long time, someone beats McKay at responding -- a very tiny black dragon pokes its head out from over McKay's shoulder, rolls one yellow eye at them, and gives them Sheppard's trademark lazy, lazy smirk.
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