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09 November 2012 @ 06:46 pm
Multifandom Drabbles - Drip | The Best Day | Like Mother, Like Daughter | A Deep Abiding Happiness  
Title: Drip
Fandom: Sherlock
Characters: Sherlock-centric; mentions of John
Wordcount: 221
Rating: PG
Summary: Over the years rainy days had changed for him.
Authors Notes: My very first 221B fic! I hope I did it right. It was a lot of fun so I might do more.

Drip. Drip. Drip.</b>

Before John, Sherlock had detested rainy days. They made crime scenes harder to process, they made people grumpy, and when there wasn’t a case to solve they made him stir-crazy. He would hear the rain drip on the windowsill and he would sulk like a two-year-old denied his favorite toy.

Drip. Drip. Drip.</b>

After John he grew to enjoy them more. Yes, there were still moments went he felt he would go mad if he didn’t get out, but it wasn’t him in the flat alone, bored to tears. John would make them both a cup of tea, settle down into his chair with a mug in his hand, and do something to occupy himself while quiet serenity permeated the area around him. Even Sherlock wasn’t immune to the peace that enveloped the flat when it rained.

Drip. Drip. Drip.</b>

Now it was just him, in a dingy hotel room, the rain keeping him trapped there. He was so close to being able to go home, to see John again, to put these years of travel and fighting and doing his utmost best just to survive behind him. Soon, he could go back to his old life, as best he was able. And soon, rainy days wouldn’t fill him with grief. He would be back where he belonged.

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Title: The Best Day
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters: Eleven/River
Prompt: If the Doctor and River had a legitimate wedding
Wordcount: 348
Rating: PG
Summary: Maybe some things were hereditary…
Authors Notes: This is a three sentence fic for thenorthernhobbit on Tumblr.

She’d gotten him into a tux, even though he said bad things happened when he wore a tux, but she reminded him that the time he almost died and she gave him all her regenerations he was in a top hat and tails, and she wanted a different look on her wedding day. She was in a white dress with a long train and a flimsy veil that barely covered her eyes and did nothing to hide the glimmer of unshed tears. And as her father walked her down the aisle, so proud of her that he could burst, River Song knew that this wedding, her wedding to the Doctor, would be the most important event in both their lives, and only when she got to the wonderful man she was pledging herself to, that mischievous man who had captured her heart and turned her from a killer to a wonderful human being who knew love and was valued as more than just a weapon, did she let the tears of happiness slip.

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Title: Like Mother, Like Daughter
Fandom: Once Upon A Time
Characters: Snow-centric; mentions of Charming/Snow and August/Emma
onceuponaland Prompt: Snow/Charming - Wedding
Wordcount: 348
Rating: PG
Summary: Maybe some things were hereditary…

While the inhabitants of her kingdom had enjoyed the second wedding (even with the appearance of her stepmother and the threat of a curse looming over their heads), she herself preferred her first one. There was something about it that filled her with warmth on the days when she would fret and worry about Regina’s threat. The memory of her and Charming at the arch, Lancelot reciting the marriage prayer, Charming’s mother looking on…it carried her though, even though the memory was tinged bittersweet with the knowledge that they both were made orphans that day.

As she felt her child grow inside her she dreamed of her daughter’s wedding. She hoped her daughter waited until the curse was broken to get married. It might be strange, having her mother and father be nearly the same age as her, but she didn’t want to miss her daughter’s wedding for the world. It would be whatever her daughter wanted, large or intimate, wherever she wanted. She would make sure of it. She and Charming talked about it in broad terms, both of them terribly afraid neither would be there to see it. Those fears were hidden deep down.

And then, thirty years and one unusual courtship later, she was proud to stand by Emma’s side with her father as her daughter devoted herself to August, to have and to hold until death did they part. She had never been more proud of her daughter as she stood radiant in a white dress, holding a bouquet of lillies in her hands. Some things had run true: mother and daughter had had intimate weddings with just those nearest and dearest there, both had been married under an arch of flowers, and both had found true love. She couldn’t have asked for anything more, and she knew Charming felt the same way. After all, they were there, the curse was broken, and their family, now larger, was complete and whole. This was how they had dreamed it for her, and she was happy beyond belief that their dearest dreams had been made reality.

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Title: A Deep Abiding Happiness
Fandom: Once Upon A Time
Characters: Regina-centric; mentions of Henry
onceuponaland Prompt: Regina/Henry - happy
Wordcount: 270
Rating: PG
Summary: She had never expected to have a happy ending, but that was what she had now.

She had never thought she would have this. It isn’t perfect; after all, she has to share with Emma and her family, but for the first time since the curse was broken things feel right. They feel good. Henry lived with her on the weekdays, spent his weekends with Emma and Snow and Charming, though they included her in anything they did as a family, including dinner every Sunday. Now that Snow and Emma were back, Henry was happy, and a happy Henry made for a happy Regina.

It helped that she and Charming had made their peace in the time Snow and Emma had been gone. Henry loved them all, even when she had thought he would never love her again. After all, she was the Evil Queen. But a visit from Cora and the magical fight to end all magical fights had shown Henry that there were some things more important than magic, than power, than revenge. He was certainly more important. He would always be her son, just as much as he was Emma’s. He would always be family, even if he had to be shared with others.

And tonight, as she sat on his bed, listening to him tell her all the bits about his day that he hadn’t told her before he did his homework or during dinner, she felt completely at peace. This was the happiness she had longed for, she realized as he wound down and settled into bed, shutting his eyes. And as she pressed her lips gently on his forehead she wondered just what she had done to get so lucky.