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one_sentence_only has a number of tables you can choose from (any fandom/crossover/original fic) to use all the prompts to write one sentence fics.

This is from the fluff/romance table - the prompts are fluff though not all my fills are ;P

All the fills are set in the universe of my fantasy romance wip, Sorceress Apprentice.

I posted five of the fills to my professional wordpress account last week: https://lmdee.wordpress.com/2018/05/02/sorceress-apprentice-micro-fic/
and another five this week: https://lmdee.wordpress.com/2018/05/09/sorceress-apprentice-micro-fic-2/
and to my fic blog on Dreamwidth:

lmdee.

Happiness
Bryony stared up at the cloudless sky; she was full of food and wine, the sun was warm and the breeze gentle, the blanket was soft beneath her and Emeri was asleep alongside her, and she was happy.

Dancing
It was her childhood dream, long put aside, but now she was to dance the ritual dance with the sorcerer himself in front of the whole village, and Bryony was overwhelmed at the chance, yet afraid she might embarrass herself or, worse, Emeri.

Hyper
She was too anxious, too excited, too overwrought to sleep, for the magic was still humming in her blood.

Candles
She used a match to light the candles on the dining table for fire magic was not her element, and with her inexperience she thought she could do something terrible like set the tablecloth ablaze if she attempted to light them with a spell.

First Kiss
He gave her a look of longing and impulsively Bryony leaned in before she could doubt herself and pressed her lips to his.

Roses
Bryony knew roses were often given as love tokens, adored their sweet scent and varied colours, but now she learnt of their many uses in magical workings and practical applications, rose hips, rose buds, and petals all having numerous purposes.

Singing
At first she was nervous and reluctant, but soon whenever Emeri played the lyre, Bryony would sing, so long as she knew the words, and her confidence improved her performance.

ring
Bryony blinked away sudden tears; Emeri might assume she was moved by happiness but it was more than that, for she could not bear to tell him that while he'd spent the last two days crafting this elegant ring for her as a symbol of their union, she had surreptitiously been preparing a burial shroud for the time they would soon be parted.

Music
Bryony loved to listen to Emeri play the lyre, and she appreciated how it could be a distraction for him from his melancholy, losing himself in the notes and only as the tune finished remembering where he was or even that she was here with him and he was no longer alone.

Gift
"I know you don't like it when I give you expensive things," Emeri said hesitantly, gesturing to the family heirloom he had loaned her and recalling how Bryony had once accused him of trying to pay her for her affection which was freely given, "but I would dearly love for you to keep this necklace for it suits you, and I can think of no-one I would rather give it to."

Flirting
Emeri made a daisy chain and leaned in close to crown her with it, saying as he nestled the flowers against her hair, "You look like a fairy queen."

Shy
“There’s no-one in the house but myself and Clawdine,” Emeri said softly, “no reason for you to be shy.”

Stargazing
Bryony stood on the grass, watching the moon for a while, the stars twinkling in the deep blue summer night sky, and felt at peace.

Moving Together
They walked hand in hand down a narrow path to the beach, the sand feeling real beneath their feet, the dream sun warm above them.

Whirlpool
She dreamt of water, a rushing river, a whirlpool, the sea; her element was air and yet it seemed Emeri was right that water too called to her and that she might be a weather witch, a storm sorceress.

Red
As it turned out, Clawdine was asleep on the thick red cushion of a dining room chair, tail swishing occasionally.

First Date
"Yes, some of magic is showmanship," Emeri said, "but it's not the same as deception; if a young man asks you to dinner do you go in your oldest dress or do you put on your finery to impress him?"

Baby animals
"I'd like a puppy one day," Bryony admitted, "and while I've come to love Clawdine I've never had a kitten either and that would be nice too."

Heartbeat
Bryony climbed into bed next to the unconscious Emeri, head resting on his chest so she could hear the reassuring rhythm of his heartbeat, and slept.

Tender
Emeri moved to put one arm around a tearful Bryony, saying nothing but rocking her gently.

Wedding
It was no small thing for him to bestow his clan name upon her, something rarely given to a student, for it was his family's reputation at stake if she abused her power; it was akin to adoption, to brotherhood, to marriage.

First Time
Emeri pressed kisses to her collarbone, kissing, licking, nipping his way down her body, and Bryony wanted it, wanted more, wanted him.

Best Friends
Bryony was close to her sister Kerine; they weren't just siblings but best friends.

Summerheat
Bryony half-sang, half-recited, "Remember summer, when leaves turn brown and fall; Remember summer, when all the days were warm."

Secret
"There were few secrets between us," Emeri said, and Bryony again thought of how his closeness to his sister mirrored her bond with Kerine, and the agony of the separation he'd endured for so long that far outweighed the few weeks she would be parted from her sister.