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tigriswolfTitle: a lifetime of firsts
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: spoilers for basic plot points of all the aired bits
Pairings: John/Mary
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 145
Point of view: third
Prompt: "I love you with so much of my heart that none is left to protest." (Much Ado About Nothing)
When John first kisses Mary, she tastes like strawberries and frosting, and her hands are tangled in his shirt and his hair, and she giggles into his mouth.
When John first makes love to Mary he knows it's all over. He'll never want anyone else.
When John buries her, what little was left, he knows it's all beginning. Holding her boys while it rains onto her coffin, he hears the roar of fire in his ears, and her scream.
"I promise," he says, arms tight around the only pieces of her left in his life. "I swear, Mary. I'll find what did this." Sam wriggles, but Dean stays still and quiet. "Mary. I'll make it pay."
John leaves the cemetery, Dean silent at his side, Sam asleep in his arms.
Title: what is real
Fandom: Leverage
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: none
Pairings: implied Parker/Hardison
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 110
Point of view third
Prompt: Parker, the first time she stole something because she wanted to (and not because she needed it)
Mrs. Monroe's back was turned, looking at the other animals she wouldn't get because they weren't necessary, and Mr. Monroe was all about the necessary.
Hug me, the bunny said.
Her shirt was too big, and she wore a sweatshirt over it anyway. The bunny fit snug against her and she wrapped her arms around her middle.
(Much later, years and years, Hardison asks about the ragged bunny on her dresser. Parker smiles and says his name is Real.)
Title: paint it on the walls
Fandom: Angel the Series
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: spoilers for season 5
Pairings: none stated
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 185
Point of view: third
Prompt: Lindsey/author's choice, the first time is always the hardest
If Lindsey had friends. Which he so clearly doesn't since Angel told Lorne to kill him and Lorne actually did. Why the fuck doesn't Lindsey get a shot at redemption?
But the failsafe is in place and Lindsey breathes, waking up after dying, more pissed than when he realized Angel had been given the LA branch of the company Lindsey very nearly sold his soul to.
He blinks, considering what to do now. Everyone will believe he’s dead. If he burns the building down, not even Angel—should he survive—will think to look very hard. Lindsey could vanish, forget about his vengeance, ignore everything that should’ve been his.
Lindsey lifts a hand to his chest, letting his fingers rest on the dried blood.
Fuck that. He’s worked too long and too hard, and if anyone is going to kill him for real, it’s damned well gonna be Angel.
Title: like Eve in the Garden
Fandom: Greek mythology
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: spoilers for a centuries old myth
Pairings: Hades/Persephone
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 160
Point of view: third
Prompt: Persephone, fruit of the Underworld
Hades told her she would be queen, but she refuses to submit. She cannot escape; the doors are barred and Cerberus growls when she gets close, but Persephone is the daughter of Demeter and will not give in.
Mother is searching for her, she knows. Persephone has felt the Earth's cry and longed to respond, but her sendings don't get through. Too much separates them now.
She is so hungry, but she will not eat until she is across the table from Mother, flowers blooming all over the house. She will not eat until she sees the sun again.
(When the boy comes to her, pomegranate in hand, and offers her one bite to tide her over until Mother arrives, she does not see the glint in his eyes until the juice is on her tongue.)
Title: just desserts
Fandom: Leverage
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: none
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 92
Point of view: third
Prompt: Eliot/Client's kid, Frosting and marshmallows
The kid—more like a toddler, Eliot's guessing—stayed behind his mom all the way to the conference table, then crawled up into her lap, fingers clenching in her shirt. He buried his face in her chest and just stayed there.
Nate and Sophie exchanged glances, Hardison typed notes on his laptop as the mom spoke, and Parker was fiddling with something on the table.
Eliot got up and headed for the kitchen. The kid clearly needed a treat, and marshmallows could make anyone happy. Especially with frosting to wash them down.