Monday Fun with: Drabbles
Hello, everyone. I’m Prisca1960 and I will be your host this week. Let's start with one of my favorite themes: Drabbles. That means your fic should be exactly 100 words or the multiple of it. 200, 500 or 1000 words ... just go wild and have fun.
Here are a few rules:No more than five prompts in a row ( Read more... )
Here are a few rules:No more than five prompts in a row ( Read more... )
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A lifetime ago, Ben believed in fairytale wishes. He was young and didn’t know better.
Since then he believes and devotes himself to the Blue Lady; follows the path she set for him. He has faith; knows she can grant him wishes. When she does it’s a precious gift that doesn’t come frivolously. He has to be disciplined, to sacrifice. Otherwise those wishes are nothing more than a child’s fantasy. He’s not a child. Manticore killed that part of him years ago.
To save his siblings from Manticore, Ben knows his mission in life is: to sacrifice by paying tribute.
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"Baby you may not get Derek" Her mom said knowing her daughter all too well
Ten years later as she's walking down the aisle all she can think is thank God sometimes wishes come true by not coming true.
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Mother never said where Father went, only that he would be back soon, and she believes it. She’s missed him terribly since he’s been away, but she knows it must be for a very important reason, otherwise he would be here with her. He’s never let her down before. Even when Lord Jon’s face would get all scowly as she bounded into Father’s study, even when Mother said he was awfully busy, he would always make time for her.
What is it, sunshine? he would ask, purple eyes sparkling. No matter what, he would take her hand and let her lead him away, to play Princes and Damsels, or to show him the somersault she’d just learned, or to double-team Uncle Arthur in hide-and-seek, or to ask him to measure how tall she’d gotten. Sometimes he would let her sit on his lap as he wrote letters, taught her how to press the dragon signet into globs of hot wax to seal the parchment ( ... )
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...so naturally I had to write about it :P
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Afterwards, Belle wished she could pinpoint the exact moment Rumpelstiltskin had accepted that she'd be staying permanently. There was no explanation, no admission that he finally trusted her to return; but the hints about the possibilities for a young woman in the outside world ceased, and the tense set of his shoulders as he pretended to ignore her entrance eased into true placidity at her comings and goings.
Belle only noticed that she was expected now, the day Rumpelstiltskin glanced up as she hurried in after dinnertime and, eyebrows knit between annoyance and worry, asked: "What took you so long?"
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