Bite Sized Bits of Fic

On the first night of May, the village crowns them May Queen and May King. Hand in hand, bare of foot, they dance around the Maypole, and there are moments when she thinks, 'This must be what flight is like."

On the second of May, some family and friends come to her family’s home. They eat and drink leftovers, and talk about yesterday's festivities with her parents. She stays quiet and tries to hide that her feet and spirit are restless.

On the eighth of May, she slips down to the field where they danced a week ago. The pole has been taken down. If you look carefully at the ground, you can see the traces of the celebrations. If you don't, it looks like a plain old field.

She sighs, which must be why she does not hear him approach.

“Hullo," he says. She starts, and perhaps blushes. He looks somewhere between his workaday self and the splendid young man she danced with. He will never look the same to her now.

"It's hard to believe the Mayday celebrations ever happened," he says, nodding to the field, reading her mind. But then, hadn't she thought that they had danced as one?

“Yes,” she agrees. “All that preparation, and now it’s done.”

Having found the one person who knows just how she feels, she doesn't want to leave him or the field, but night is falling and she must.

It is a mid-May night, but the village is celebrating the headman's birthday, and so everyone has licence to stay up late, to drink, to dance as much as they like, with whoever they like. The same musicians play, the music is wild and sweet. Her feet tap out an irrepressible rhythm. They only still when her king asks her to dance. When he takes her hand, she feels rightness wash over her.

One night before May turns into June, he is supposed to be walking her home, but they dawdle, taking the longest possible route. With every step, their bodies draw closer to each other. Although there is no music tonight, they follow the steps of a dance as old as seasons.

When her May King kisses the May Queen, all thought flies from her mind.

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cozy-coffee.livejournal.com

Oh my goodness this is so lovely and sweet! Very romantic and tender, this was delightful! Thank you very much for this wonderful sweet story!!

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Aww, thank you very much, and thank your for the inspiring fill.

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What a lovely Beltane story! <3

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ughhh this is so perfect! Sweet and yearning and waiting and breathlessly hopeful. I love it!

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Thank you for the lovely feedback.

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Prodigal Son, any of the Whitlys, guilt

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any, any, seasonal allergies

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Abby's sneeze was so loud that at first Jessi couldn't even hear the phone ringing. Everyone's eyes locked onto her, taking in Abby's scrunched up nose and beet red face. Her lips were hidden behind a crumpled tissue.

The phone rang a second time. Her eyes still locked on her friend, Jessi grabbed the phone and held it to her ear.

"Hello, this is Jessi from the Baby-Sitter's Club! How can I help you?" She paused. "Dr. Johansson? You don't even need to ask. Of course we'd be glad to stay with Charlotte."

Abby's sneezing continued all the while. Dr. Johansson either couldn't hear it or chose to ignore it. No doubt she probably heard the same thing again and again during her daily hospital rounds.

Turning to face Mary Anne, she put a hand over the top of the phone. "I have a rehearsal next Wednesday night. Who's available from four-thirty to seven?"

Mary Anne flipped forward a few pages. "Stacey and Claudia are both available."

Claudia stopped chewing on a piece of liquorice. "Stacey can have it."

It wasn't as if she was going to say no.

"Charlotte will be happy to know that Stacey's available."

Jessi didn't even hear a parting goodbye before the shrill dial tone met her ears. Placing the phone down, she looked back towards Abby, who was frantically shaking an empty tissue box near the edge of Claudia's bed.

"You okay?" Jessi asked.

"Are you going to die?"

Claudia's question made everyone freeze. Mary Anne bit her lip but said nothing, her face half buried in the club's record book. Jessi's hand hovered above the now still phone.

"I hope not!" Abby giggled. "Things should be back to normal for me by June."

"Let's all hope Claudia's wrong." Kristy leaned forward in her director's chair. "Does anyone want to have to vet a new member anytime soon?"

No one raised their hand.

Edited Date: 2020-04-25 09:43 pm (UTC)

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This is so cute. Thank you! I feel you, Abby, I really do. Hurry up, June.

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What an adorable fic! :D

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Prodigal Son any Bring the broken back to life
We'll make it through (Never Again, Breaking Benjamin)

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Any, any, well, technically, it's legally adjacent...

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Criminal Minds/FBI, any, legal loopholes.

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Any, any, it's only against the law if they catch us.

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Harry Potter, Harry Potter(/Hermione Granger or gen) + Petunia Dursley, after everything he went back to talk to his aunt.

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Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Buffy Summers, closing the Hellmouth revealed vampires to the world.

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DC, any, the only thing I haven't done yet is die

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Sweet Valley High, Margo Chapelle, getting what you want in life requires getting your hands dirty

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Harley Quinn, Victor Fries/Nora Fries, waking up in a world she doesn't recognize without the person she loves most

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Riverdale, Cheryl blossom /sweet pea, sweet pea is a headliner of a drag queen show. And Cheryl is supporting girlfriend

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One direction rpf, girl zayn /harry styles super model au

Edited Date: 2020-04-26 06:27 am (UTC)

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True blood, Eric northman /Jason Stackhouse human au farmers market mmey cute

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Teen wolf, Jordan parish /stiles stilinski bringing him lunch he made for him to his work

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