#three sentence workout

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For the three sentence workout: John/Rook Wild West AU

(happy three sentence thursday! lmao)

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Rook wonders what the newspapers would say if they caught wind of what they were doing; one of the most notorious outlaws in Montana and a deputy, keeper of the peace and upholder of the law, kissing him in the golden firelight with only the stars to spy on them. John Seed’s hands are on their face, and Rook can feel the pronounced callous of his trigger finger as he brushes it across their cheek. On second thought, it’s a secret best kept hidden in the shadows of the mountains and the curtains of wild sagebrush growing on all sides of them, and no one needs to know.

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You & Mothman wandering the Fallout world like the power couple you are, for the 3 sentence fic thing.

this is what i want to emulate when fallout 76 comes out yes i do

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A wanderer on their own isn’t a surprising thing to see in the Wasteland. But what is surprising is to see a short, auburn-haired person, clad in a flannel shirt, jeans, and boots, being followed by a dark mass that keeps to the trees just above them, glowing red eyes peering down with terrifying intensity. And peak surprise is when the wanderer turns around to look up at the creature, only to say, “Babe, you feelin’ a picnic or what?”

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Cody/Jacob Viking au

Jakob has his head in Kodi’s lap, wavering in and out of consciousness as she attempts to put pressure on the sword wound deep in his right shoulder. His eyes roll back, then swivel around to focus on her again before he slowly sinks into a smile that looks stupidly out of place on his face before saying, “If I go to Valhalla, are you taking me?”She rolls her eyes while keeping her hand steady on the poultice, and leans down to kiss his sweaty forehead. 

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cody/jacob royalty au?

“This might not be received so well if someone were to walk in and see, Your Ladyship,” Jacob says, although his heart isn’t completely in the suggestion. The throne room is blessedly empty, for now, but it’s only a matter of time before that changes and some messenger or courtier runs in with a sense of urgency. 

Cody silences him with another kiss, her fingers curled tightly into the crimson fabric of his knight’s cloak, her thumb brushing over the gilded ivy embroidered onto the hem, and he returns the gesture by running his fingers through her dark red hair, in any attempt to bring her closer.

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John/any Rook, star wars au

John complains the entire way through the already stressful Rycar’s Run, even when Rook repeatedly tells him to shut up so he can concentrate on navigating the absolute mess of a hyperlane. 

“It’s not my fault that you decided to try to work through the worst run in the galaxy in a ship you probably found in a trash compactor,” John snarls.

It turns out that the only way to properly shut John up is to kiss him.

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Joseph/Jerome, new vegas au

Jerome wishes that things were like they used to be; not necessarily in an old world sense, but in one of more recent nostalgia. The Old Mormon Fort dredges up memories that should be pleasant, but now come with the miserable sting of heartache. As he helps the ailing people of his beloved Freeside, he looks around, and all he sees is the empty spaces where Joseph should be.

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F!Rook/Faith, Viking AU?

Rök doesn’t know if it’s the trance-like beat of the drums or the sickly sweet smoke coming from the dried leaves that burn in the low embers of the hearth, but her head feels like it’s come loose from her shoulders, her mind caught in the blue smoke that tries to escape through the hole in the roof. The seidkona smiles and takes Rök’s hands, and Rök is suddenly more than aware of how close she is, how vivid her eyes are, how gentle her smile is, and how beautiful she is.

The seidkona leans in and kisses her brow, and Rök breathes in the smell of flowers and smoke.

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Jess/Grace, wild west au?

The outlaw hideout was a charred, smoking wreckage behind them, full of the remains of men riddled with bullets and pierced with arrows. As they walked away from the carnage, Grace smiled under the shadow of the wide brim of her hat and slung an arm around Jess’ shoulders.

“On to the next one,” she said as Jess grinned.