they're marines, sam. not poets.

[seren_ccd]

Well, since I have this time off: I can write stuff! But my mind has gone blank, so...MEME! This is an oldie, but a goodie!

Leave me a prompt, a pairing or a charactor, and a fandom and I will write you a three line fic.

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[hiddencait.livejournal.com]

Yay prompting!

Umm so since you've seen Mad Max finally, how about some Max/Furiosa? Like maybe for "Maps"

pack up, don't stray - Max/Furiosa

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She's not looking for him when he turns up at the Citadel, three years after he'd left. But she lifts her head from her rig and there he is, holding out the exact spanner she was reaching for. Not that it surprises her; he'd always known what she'd needed and had it ready for her before she'd even formed the words to ask.

She takes the spanner from him and jerks her head towards the cab; he goes without a word and revs the engine and it sounds just as it should.

Ugh. These TWO AND THEIR FACES.

RE: pack up, don't stray - Max/Furiosa

[hiddencait.livejournal.com]

Their faces are a serious problem. So SO much trouble