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Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project -- published, submitted, in progress, for your cat -- whatever.

Original:

"The notes," Dallan says, glimpsing down at the folder on her phone where she's taken pictures of them all. "Be mine. You're mine."

Price keeps folding up his clothes, studiously not looking in her direction.

"Clizyati already knows where you are, doesn't he?"

Price's jaw tenses visibly. "Seems like," he allows. Considering his usual loquacious word vomit, Price being quiet is blowing her mind more than the fact that the evil lord of the mirrorworld may not be trapped by the Yellow Emperor's spell anymore.

And if Clizyati is through, how long before the armies of the mirrorworld break through too?

Fanfic:

"I could manage to eat it all, I'm pretty sure," Cora says, eyeballing the spread of food determinedly.

"You'd go pop," Aunt Kharis says, grabbing Cora around the middle and pressing a lipstick-smeared kiss against Cora's cheek. Cora immediately shrieks and pulls away, rubbing furiously at her cheek. She's never been as tactile as the rest of the wolves.

"Be sure to thank Miguel," Eric calls out, still buzzing around the kitchen like a mini tornado, "he's very handy with a knife."

Talia, leading up the rear of the group coming out of the basement, looks proudly across at Derek. "Runs in the family," she says.

##

Two fic links for Sterek fans on my flist:

I wrote Not If You Were the Last Fake Boyfriend on Earth (8k) - where Derek needs a boyfriend for reasons and decides to let the pack help

and the amazing [livejournal.com profile] seraphina_snape wrote Revenge Fake Dating Is Totally A Thing (30k) for me - and it's amazing, Stiles ends up fake dating Derek to cover up lying to his dad, and things escalate and it's super cute. ♥
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Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project -- published, submitted, in progress, for your cat -- whatever.

Original

Erica hid her smirk: Agents rarely had the best social skills, at least amongst their peers.

"Huw," Price said, ignoring her and turning to the other seer of the group, "where are you from, then?"

Erica held in the burst of noise she wanted to make, but from Huw's expression, she wasn't holding it in particularly well.

"Swansea," Huw said, petulance ramping his melodic accent into a crescendo, "you racist bastard."

Price's cheeks went a little pink, and he started to stammer an apology, but Huw took pity on him, much too quickly for Erica's liking.

"My parents are from South Korea," Huw said, "I was born and raised in Wales - but I suppose it's an easy enough assumption to make a tit of yourself over."

Fanfic

"What else are you forbidden from saying?" other Steve prompts, still in a light tone, while Tony thinks over those phrases (and as more unnecessary proof that Tony is the same basic person as his mirrorverse doppelganger, suggesting sex would be Tony's first impulse, even if just for comedy reasons. He's not up to serious suggestions because Commander Stark is still blowing his brain a little – Steve has his surname in this alternate reality, and it's never not going to be amusing as hell.)

"I'm also not allowed to say," other Tony says, petulance drenching his tone, "that it is practically masturbation."

Oh, Tony thinks, and automatically grins. He turns to his Steve, and says, "You know, it is," and he ignores how interesting it is that Steve blushes when he figures it out.

He also ignores the slightly giddy feeling in the pit of his stomach, because Tony is not allowed nice things.

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