Bite Sized Bits of Fic

any, any, daffodils

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any, any, cold snap

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cozy-coffee.livejournal.com

The snow is still falling outside. The fire inside has slowly died out throughout the night, and she wakes up shivering, curling in closer to the warm body lying beside her. Duncan grunts softly in his sleep when she presses her cold hands to his chest, but he does not wake.

Camille tugs the blankets up around her shoulder, pressing even closer to Duncan who always gives off heat like a furnace. He drifts away from the dream world to wake a little bit, murmuring “You alright?” His arms come around her before she can answer, hugging her little body to his strong chest.

“’M okay, now,” she smiles ever so slightly as his soothing heat slowly swears through her. His lips meeting hers for a soft kiss, one large hand brushing down her back, stroking down her spine to almost make her purr, then back up again, settling on her shoulder when she leans in to kiss his cheek.

Her hand rests on his chest, fingers playing with his silver-grey chest hair. He is soft and warm, and she can truly feel the frost slipping away and she smiles, feeling so cozy in Duncan’s arms. “Your warm,” she whispers, Camille, the sweet proximity of their bodies pressing together makes her nearly forget about the miserably cold.

“I love you…mine.” He mumbles, still a little asleep, only slightly awake, but Camille’s heart skips a beat all the same, her body trembling on the brink of pure bliss instead of the frosty chill. “I love you too.” She kisses his cheek; his stubbles tickle her lips, and his strong arms snuggle her dearly. Resting her head on his chest, the steady rise and fall of his calm breathing easily soothes her into a peaceful sleep, cuddled up in the arms of her teddy bear.

♥ END ♥

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This is a new to me fandom. I really enjoyed this. It was very sweet, thank you

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The Owl House, Hunter + any, he finally loses it over being a Grimwalker

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Any, any, twisted hero.

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Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard, he's the only one who can see the AI in Atlantis. (No McShep, please.)

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Stargate SG-1, any, for once it isn't Daniel who is the most interested in the ruins.

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Any, any, waking up naked in someone else's bed without remembering the last 48 hours.

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Buffy the Vampire Slayer/NCIS, Buffy Summers + Alden Parker, she had an unfortunate encounter with him when he was in the FBI, now she's having an almost identical encounter with him as an NCIS Agent.

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Twilight saga, Carlisle Cullen/Jacob Black, I can't help falling in love with you

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Trueblood, Eric northman/Jason stackhouse, a love story baby just say yes

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Julie and the phantoms,Reggie Peters/Luke Patterson, shut and dance with me

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Scream 1996 ,Billy Loomis/ Stu marcher, all my troubles are gone

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tigriswolf

For one, shining, glorious moment, Billy feels only relief. He's crouched over the slutbag whore who made his mom leave, watching her gasp her final breaths, blood slick and warm on his hands and up his arms and drenching the old set of scrubs Stu bought at goodwill three towns over, and Billy lets the knife fall just so he can reach into the bitch's chest and feel her heart stop.

Maureen Prescott dies and Billy exhales contentment. He just sort of floats his way through the cleanup, the framing of the scapegoat, until the next morning, when he blinks awake to Stu sitting on the edge of his bed. "C'mon, buddy," Stu says, jiggling Billy's feet beneath the blanket. "Got school and don't wanna be late."

"What?" he mumbles, kicking at Stu, who just grins at him.

He remembers in flashes, in gushes of blood, and he clings as tight as he can to that feeling, when she breathed her last breath and he almost caught it in his hands.

The feeling lasts for most of the day. It lights up when Sidney sobs in his lap, and Billy rests his head on hers as he holds her, looking at Stu over Sidney, throughout the manhunt and arrest, and the trial. It flickers but never fades, that sense of contentment.

And then it goes, that shining, glorious moment. It's like all the color in the world just goes away. He needs it back because what's the point, if everything is gray?

"Hey," Stu says, a month after Cotton Weary gets sent to death row. "Wanna come hunting with me?"

"Yeah, sure," Billy mutters.

Stu waits until they're far from town, tracking some animal Billy would never be able to find on his own, to say, "Y'know how Casey dumped me two weeks ago?"

Billy listens, and color bleeds back into the world.

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