"You're not a very good Jedi, are you?" the Sith Lord said. "Oh, excuse me, I am an excellent Jedi," Rodney said.

Sam really didn't mean to get trapped with the demon, really he didn't.

The tentacles looked almost like jewelry, sort of iridescent-shiny blue and purple, speckled with pale silvery spots, and they wound around Adam's wrists and up into his palms and coiled there, like small glittery snakes.

"How was I to know?" Thor demanded. "Surely a 'Justice of the Peace' is meant to sentence evildoers! And why did he not say otherwise, if it was not so?"

There was a sharp and bitter edge crept into the words, a reminder that not all was well: that Thor still had a brother, but not a friend.

"Can't we just kill a bunch of elves without having to talk about our feelings?" Dean said.

"The castle is sweltering in the midsummer heat, stones breathing damply under the sun's height when even the air lies still."

"So what's the problem?" Elizabeth asked. "They won't talk to us unless we sing first," John said.

"So what's the problem?" Elizabeth asked. "They won't talk to us unless we sing first," John said.

It was like seeing an unexpected hairpin and taking it, no thinking it through, just pure reflex.

The party was sprawled across nine different rooms, and Kris ended up getting detoured half a dozen times before he finally managed to track down the bar and get Adam and Katy's drinks and a beer for him.

Sam folded his arms and glared at him. “Okay, you know what, now I’m starting to think you’re not even trying.”

Steve hadn't asked Sam why he'd come along, but if he did, Sam could tell him that hanging out with him was just plain relaxing.

Steve leaned over to peer into the bathroom. Even the tub was heart-shaped. And full of rose petals. “We’ve got to give them points for consistency?”

"This is why you didn't tell me, isn't it," John said.

“Are you kidding me, O’Conner?” Brian had the nerve to glare at him. “I’m not doing it on fucking purpose!” “For Christ’s sake,” Dom said. “Fuck you, Toretto, you’re the one who drove us between skyscrapers,” Brian said.

After Hobbs caught them in Rio, they didn't get ambushed, and they didn't get away. (AU diverging from Fast Five.)

“So what the fuck even was that last night,” Letty said to Mia, the next morning, after the guys went off to the garage. “Do they do this—” “All the time,” Mia said.

A different kind of race.

Brian was staring up at him wide-eyed, what the fuck are you doing. Dom didn’t know what the fuck he was doing, but whatever it was, he was doing it, so he didn’t let that show on his face.

to the place where your horses run free

Salazar leans over him, brushing back long black hair, and kisses him. It’s tauntingly light, just the tip of his tongue teasing Godric’s as his lips slant across Godric’s mouth. “Why don’t I help you with that?” he murmurs, and his grey eyes are wicked. “There's a new spell I’d like you to help me test.”

There were a lot of wedding gifts, oddly enough, although they weren't all meant in exactly the same spirit.

It had never occurred to Jaime once, in the three solid months he’d spent in the pen, that Robb Stark could make his imprisonment worse by giving him a bath, a warm bed, and some decent food to eat.