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GIFT FOR lycoris, Queen of 12 Days Getbackers Ban/Ginji PG 91 words
There were days that Ginji liked, and there were days that Ginji liked a lot. And there were some very good days indeed.
Then there were the other days.
“This is not a good day,” Ginji said moodily.
“What day is?” demanded Ban.
“Most days. Most days are better than this one.”
“What’s so special about today?”
“How about: the car was impounded; we haven’t got any work; it’s raining; I’m cold; and we’re out of money and luck?”
“What’s really wrong?”
Ginji pouted.
“You took the last slice of pizza.”
GIFT FOR versipellis Malory Towers Darrell/Sally PG 226 words
“I’m glad you’re here with me, Sally.”
Thus Darrell, at fifteen, as the two girls swapped nervous smiles while they waited to be called in to take their General Certificate.
“I’m glad you’re here with me, Sally.”
As they sad side by side on the train, travelling up to St Andrews to start a new life as university students.
“I’m glad you’re here with me.”
When the two waited to be called to collect their graduation certificates, Darrell’s in English, Sally’s in History.
“I’m glad you’re here with me, Sally.”
Darrell’s fingers were clumsy as she wrapped her first novel in brown paper and sent it off to the publishing company with her hopes and dreams enclosed.
“I’m glad you’re here with me, Sally.”
When Darrell learned that she was now an aunt to a tiny, premature, baby boy; that her sister was dangerously ill in the nursing home.
“I’m glad you’re here with me.”
Darrell waiting to give her first wireless interview; now a famous novelist, but as modest and nervous as a teenager.
“I’m glad you’re here with me, Sally,” Darrell whispered now, her fingers entwined with Sally’s. Sally watched in silence as her frail elderly lover took her last shallow breaths, and a tear rolled down her face.
“I’m glad I’ve been with you too, Darrell,” she whispered; and kissed her dead beloved.
Inspector Morse Morse and Lewis PG 62 words
“Champagne,” said Morse suddenly, out of nowhere.
“Pardon, sir?” asked Lewis, slowing the car to an almost respectable 75mph.
“Two hours ago, near Liverpool, you asked me whether I considered anything worth drinking apart from Whiskey – with or without an ‘e’, incidentally – or bitter. That is my answer. Champagne.”
“Oh.”
Eight miles later, Morse added thoughtfully
“Providing someone else is paying, of course.”
GIFT FOR dracoluvah Harry Potter Harry/Severus/Draco PG13 84 words
Harry looked at the two men, bodies intertwined even as they slept, and remembered.
”You’ve got to be joking. Severus, tell me you’re joking.”
“No.”
“Severus, that wasn’t a request. It was a statement. You are joking.”
“No. Draco needs a home. I have told him he can stay here.”
“No. No way, not ever, no.”
Harry had lost, of course. Somehow, Harry always lost.
Harry looked down at the sleeping figures of his two lovers and smiled.