Also...seven Cupid's arrows, six open books, five punishments, four floods of tears, three portents of doom, two buried secrets and one outstretch hand.
Title: The Thief and the Shopkeeper
Word Count: 484
But her thoughts were disturbed as Charme’s lips found a sensitive part on her neck again and she could barely stifle the gasp that threatened to escape her. Warm breath enveloped her neck, with soft kisses peppered in between; and when Charme’s mouth returned to her own, Recette could taste the alcohol on the other woman’s tongue.
When they broke apart to catch their breath, the thief took the opportunity to back Recette into the counter and press her own body against her. Recette took a few deep breathes to settle her racing heart before Charme kissed her again, and this time her hands dropped to Recette’s waist and pulled her in close by the hips. Recette whimpered at the feeling, desperate to take Charme’s hands and guide them to exactly where she wanted them to be.
The sound of something hitting the floor of the room above them brought them to an abrupt stop, and they stood deathly still, listening for any further movement. As Charme’s breath tickled Recette’s ear, Recette struggled to avoiding shuddering beneath the other woman.
“Should prolly be going”, Charme whispered, the edges of her voice softened by alcohol, “Ain’t in the mood to be dealing with your fairy”. Recette wanted to protest, and she toyed momentarily with the idea of suggesting she accompany Charme to her house, but Tear always woke up before she did and having to explain where she had been…
“There’s always tomorrow”, Charme grinned and kissed Recette one final time before she disappeared out of the shop window and into the night.
Recette closed the shop window with a sigh and set the lock. She heard the flutter of wings before she had a chance to move and instead tried to settle her expression, hoping that her nightclothes weren’t too disheveled.
“Something happened?”, Tear bobbed into the room, expression all business as usual and Recette faked a yawn and rubbing her eyes.
“I thought I heard something, and there was a draft”, she slunk a little closer to the fairy, “Came down to check the windows”. Tear did a quick flit around the room and then stopped in front of Recette. Recette blushed as the fairy seemed to inspect her, and she stood under the scrutiny for a few seconds, trying not to squirm.
“Better get back to bed, busy day tomorrow”, and then Tear disappeared back up the stairs.
Recette let out a sigh of relief and followed her friend up the stairs. Tear had been complaining recently that she hadn’t seen any other fairies for a while - perhaps now was a good time to convince her that a vacation from the store would be a good idea.
Fandom: Watch Dogs
Rating: 12/15 for impliedness and language
Word Count: 436
In most cases Aiden would let the people he was surveying meet before he decided whether to intervene, but he couldn’t allow himself that luxury this time. Joanne was expecting to get together and enjoy an evening of dinner and conversation with her boyfriend of just shy of a month. Richard had very different ideas for where the evening was headed.
Aiden took a sharp turn into a newspaper stand as Richard stopped abruptly and glanced over his shoulders. Aiden couldn’t work out whether he was just the paranoid type or whether Aiden’s own rage was making him careless. He bought a stick of gum from stand-owner and popped a piece in his mouth, chewing slowly and deliberately to calm himself as he continued his pursuit.
Aiden wondered for a moment if Richard was the same person the police were looking for in connection to attacks earlier in the year, four women had been assaulted so far and it was only luck of coincidence that had meant all four attacks had been disturbed.
‘That would certainly explain the paranoia’, Aiden mused, sliding between people in the crowd and keeping his attention on Richard. They had just over a block to go and then it would be too late to prevent the meeting. Of course he wasn’t about to let this animal go just because he actually made it to his meeting with Joanne - Richard might be terrible at what he did now, but too many opportunities and he would get better. Then someone would have to pay the consequences.
Richard seemed to hesitate at an alleyway and then change directions, and Aiden smiled to himself. Desperation and paranoia had made him take a shortcut.
Aiden glanced around one last time before he followed Richard into the alleyway. He closed in on foot before kicking out the back of Richard’s left knee - sending him tumbling into the rubbish-strewn concrete.
“What the fuck?”, Richard rolled over, face bursting with rage and Aiden grinned to himself, face concealed beneath his cap and the bandana across his mouth.
“Sorry Richard, but you’re gonna miss your date”, Aiden spat before he kicked him again.
Fandom: Malory Towers
Word Count: 331
“Everyone deserves love Sal”, Darrell said in response to Sally’s, rather sulky, statement that perhaps some people were just destined to be alone. Sally couldn’t even remember how they had gotten onto the topic; it had started out so light hearted, their chat beneath the willow tree.
And Sally shook her head, keeping her head down as she toyed with the end of Darrell’s lace, her friend sat right beside her in the cool autumn air.
“Even the worst people in the world had someone who loved them once”, and Sally wasn’t sure if Darrell was right but she didn’t get a chance to protest because Darrell continued, “and you are far from the worst of people.”
Sally blushed at her transparency, “I wasn’t talking about me”, she muttered. But she knew Darrell didn’t believe her, and of course Darrell would think she was worthy. This was the girl who saw good in Alicia Johns of all people. It didn’t make her right though; even Sally’s parents, who were meant to love her unconditionally had sent her away when they’d seen that she was no good.
“Of course you weren’t”, Darrell replied, and Sally startled when a kiss was placed on her cheek.
“What was that for?”, Sally asked, glancing around for anyone who might have seen them.
Darrell just grinned and jumped to her feet as the bell for third session rung. Sally touched her cheek and shook her head with a smile before following her friend.
She still wasn’t convinced she deserved Darrell’s love, but she it seemed she had it all the same.
Title: Love Notes
Fandom: Left 4 Dead
Rating: 12 (15? I don't know how these ratings work if you hadn't guess, I just randomly input numbers)
Word Count: 779
“What’s that?”, and Ellis’s only response was to point at the words written on the wall in front of him. Rochelle sighed, overly dramatically if she were honest with herself, and swung herself around to get off the table. She glanced around the safe house, wondering where Coach and Nick had gotten to.
“They’s upstairs rootin’ through the bedrooms - just in case”, Ellis was facing her when she turned around and she couldn’t mistake the sheen across his eyes. Sometimes she forgot…no…they all forgot, just how young Ellis was. He should have been out trying to woo some young lady or young man - she’d never asked his preference - and not here with a shotgun slung around his shoulders, a face that had aged ten years over night and boots stained with blood and dirt. Of course, they should all be doing that, but Ellis just seemed too young to be here.
“What you reading that’s got you so pensive?”, Rochelle strode up alongside him, movement at the window causing her to tense for a moment before she reminded herself that they’d chosen this as a safe-house for more than one reason, the least of which was the solid bars that had been installed by the previous owner on damn near all the windows.
That was probably when the infection first broke out.
“Look here”, Ellis pointed again, and Rochelle followed his finger to the scrawls on the wall.
‘Georgia, I’ve gone on to the mall in the centre of town - they say we’ll be rescued. Meet me there, I’ll wait for you. David’ and then to the scribble below, ‘If you end up back here David, I’m moving onto the mall - they’re still choppering people out, I’ll find you’. There were a few jack-ass comments around them but Rochelle ignored those and shrugged her shoulders.
“Maybe they got out - seems like this was when the military were still rescuing people”
“I s’pose, it’s just sad that they…I hope you’re right”, Ellis sighed. Rochelle wanted to press him a little harder, find out what had prompted this melancholy, but Coach’s voice boomed from upstairs telling them to gear up. So instead she gave him a quick squeeze on the shoulder and turned around to collect up her gear.
She hadn’t thought about the exchange for days. It was hard to think of anything but survival when your life had become a slog from safe house to safe house, swinging weapons until your arms burned just to keep the undead at arm’s length. They had made it to the mall, but that hadn’t brought any respite. They had nearly lost coach when two spitters and a hunter had pinned them down on the escalators. Only Ellis’s quick reaction had saved the older man from having his throat torn out.
The security room inside the mall seemed about the only safe place to hold up in. So there they were. Exhausted, soaked in sweat and god knows what, and far beyond ready for this nightmare to end. Rochelle found herself left with Ellis once again, thankful for the silence, as Coach and Nick rounded up supplies from the storage room.
“Hey, would ya look at that”, Ellis commented as he pointed at the wall, and Rochelle opened her eyes to see what he was talking about. It was one of those stupid pieces of graffiti that love-sick teenagers drew on everything, where someone hearts someone else, this one was drawn for David and Georgia with the words “Reunited at last” written underneath.
“Yeah and?”, she groaned, closing her eyes again.
“They made it out didn’t they, look at the date”, Ellis nudged her again and she opened her eyes once more, “See, 12th October, they were still choppering people out of here then. She caught up with him here”. And Rochelle was about to open her mouth and remind him that they still had to get from here to the evacuation point, and even if they did get there no-one had any idea what the military were doing with these people they were claiming to be saving. But she looked across at him and saw the lines had lifted from his face, he looked twenty three again and like the whole damned world hadn’t gone to shit around him.
“You know what sweetie, I think you might be right”
Title: Myths and Legends
Fandom: Tomb Raider
Word Count: 279
With all that said, she was reluctant to take up the bow and arrows that lay before, beautifully ornate and untouched by time. It was quite one thing to carry around a dagger that could transform you into a dragon, or an ancient Egyptian amulet that granted incredible strength.
It was quite another to carry around something that the legends said could change someone’s free will.
Lara wondered how many had used it - and for their own desires or for the sake of others? She couldn’t imagine what it must be like to lose control of your own most intimate thoughts, the things that should be untouched by anyone else. She ran her finger tips over the flats of the arrow heads. Just as legend told, there were gold tipped and silver tipped. She wondered if the silver ones had been used to break up marriages and that seemed just as awful. To turn around and despise the person you had loved most in all the world before someone had intervened.
Still, to leave it here would be to risk letting it fall into the hands of someone with less moral guidance than she. So Lara lay the leather canvas down on top of the weapon and carefully wrapped it up, making certain to securely pad out the arrow heads.
After all, the last thing she needed on the way to the extraction point was to fall in love with an undead Greek soldier.
Title: The Stuff of Legends
Fandom: Harry Potter
Word Count: 536
Note: A second attempt at the Harry Potter fandom for sabethea, if anyone is out of character at all it’s because Lego characters don’t talk and they are my reference point.
“Cupid’s real?”, Harry scooted his chair closer to Ron. The red-head didn’t answer for a while, seemingly fixated on where he was going to make his next move. Then all of a sudden he moved his knight forward and his attention was back on them.
“Dunno about him, probably not, but that bow you’re talking about is real”
“There is honestly a bow and arrow that has the power to create or destroy love?”, Hermione had moved along the sofa to sit right next to Ron, “I haven’t read about it”.
“Oh right, so it must not exist then”, Ron shot back and Harry hid the smirk that pulled at his lips by pretending to cover up a cough. He was pretty sure, from the glare that Hermione shot him, that he had done a poor job of it.
“You want to hear about this bow or what?”, Ron asked.
“Are we going to finish playing?”, Dean complained, “You always moan that I won’t play chess with you and the first time I do…”
“Rain check mate, I’d have beaten you in four moves anyway”, and Harry couldn’t look at Dean’s bewildered, and slightly offended, expression for more than a few seconds for fear he might laugh. Dean muttered something under his breath and moved across the common room to sit with Seamus.
“Anyway, my dad’s seen it. The reason you haven’t read much about it is because it’s locked away in the Ministry of Magic. Only about three people have even seen it in the last century”, Ron started to pack away the chess pieces, “They’re proper strict about the security on it”.
“Over a love potion on a stick?”, Harry scrunched his face up in disbelief but noticed that Hermione was nodding her agreement, as if she approved of the Ministry’s decision. To be fair she probably did.
“Well it makes sense - I mean if we assume that it’s as powerful as the stories that we heard as children”, Hermione said, “It would be like using the Imperius curse, except once the arrow had hit you wouldn’t need to maintain it.”
“Yeah, say you wanted to sneak someone into the Ministry of Magic - you’d just get the head of security to fall in love with them and the magic’s so strong they’ll do whatever you ask them to”, Ron had finished tidying away and rejoined the conversation, “There’s no limit, the first person you see after being hit with the arrow is the person you will be madly in love with forever. Don’t think they ever found a cure for it, s’why it’s locked up”.
The silence that fell after that was awkward and Harry eventually had to say something,
“So Ron…you know if anyone’s ever come across a box that no-one’s ever meant to open?”
Title: Meant to be unspoken
Word Count: 237
Jimmy wasn’t quite sure what it was, and he wasn’t sure he was meant to. He was only sixteen for god’s sake and he didn’t really know who he was yet, let alone what anyone else was to him. That’s why they hadn’t said anything, that’s why he’d hoped it would stay that way.
He could tell that Pete hadn’t meant to say it, that it had just slipped from his lips, eased on by tiredness as they sat on the beach watching the sun rise. When Jimmy looked up again, Pete’s cheeks was turning red in front of him and there was a glassiness to his eyes that damn near broke Jimmy’s heart.
So Jimmy hadn’t meant to say it either, but he couldn’t leave Pete in that state. So he slung one arm around Pete’s shoulder and pulled him back to lie on the sand,
“Come here you dork, I love you too”