Pre-or-Post-Wednesday

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Ahoy-hoy my darling minions, it is I, classics_lover, still in charge of hosting this week :) Today's theme is Pre-or-Post Canon. Prompts need to deal with anything that happened either before the book began, or after the show was cancelled. Maybe we'll see about Pepper Potts' first interview or how Chandler and Monica got on when Joey moved to LA.


Just a few rules:
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
Use the character's full names and fandom's full name for ease adding to the Lonely Prompts spreadsheet.
No spoilers in prompts for a month after airing, or use the spoiler cut option found here.
If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space, or use the above mentioned spoiler cut.

Prompts should be formatted as follows: [Use the character's full names and fandom's full name]
Fandom, Character +/ Character, Prompt

Some examples to get the ball rolling...

+ Rivers of London, Thomas Nightingale + Molly, "The Folly feels a bit quiet, doesn't it?"

+ Frasier, Niles Crane/Daphne Moon, getting a dog for David

+ Mass Effect, Kaidan Alenko, when he realised he was suited for Alliance duty

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tag=Pre-and-Post Canon

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[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Rivers of London, Thomas Nightingale + Molly, "The Folly feels a bit quiet, doesn't it?"

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Frasier, Niles Crane/Daphne Moon, getting a dog for David

Fill, Mostly dialogue, "An Educated Decision"

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

"A dog," Niles said thoughtfully. "Yes, I suppose David should have a dog."

"But not just any dog," Daphne said.

His mouth twitched before Niles said, "No Jack Russell terriers."

"No Italian Greyhounds," Daphne countered.

They stared at each other, at impasse. Daphne eventually broke the silence with, "How do you feel about Corgis?"

"Corgis?" Niles blinked, then smiled. "Well, if they're good enough for the Queen of England, certainly they're good enough for our son!"

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Mass Effect, Kaidan Alenko, when he realised he was suited for Alliance duty

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Assassin's Creed, Shaun Hastings/Rebecca Crane, getting to know each other

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Author's choice, author's choice, into the sunset

Fill: Twinkle Lightly, Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay.

[aivix.livejournal.com]

This got kind of dark. Also, Character death.

Twinkle Lightly

One.

It was a beautiful thing, Richard thought, that Atlantis had risen and fallen with John Sheppard and Rodney McKay.

Two.

A year had passed since Atlantis had arrived on Earth, long days and equally long nights, until the IOA had finally caved beneath the weight of the expedition members and they headed to San Francisco.

To home.

The air in the city was thick with anticipation and joy; so many people were smiling, John was starting to think they'd pumped laughing gas into the life support system. They all were just so fucking happy, that not even Rodney's scientists dimmed from the onslaught of his demands.

“Tyrant,” John teased.

It was the night before the launch, only twelve hours between them and the start of their journey back to Pegasus, and everyone was down in the mess. How Rodney didn't hear the cheers and the loud, pumping music, John didn't know. Perhaps he was only ignoring it in favor of triple checking all systems; Zelenka's and Simpsons' death stares made John think it was the latter.

Rodney shot him a sour look.

Clearly it was time for someone to take a nice, long break.

John smirked at him and announced, “Radek, Kelly, go have some fun. You're done for the night,” before latching one hand over Rodney's mouth, “Now, now, it's time for all good scientists to have some food... and beer. Lots and lots of beer.”

The tongue against his fingers was only a mild annoyance, John flicking off Rodney's computer screen and frog-marching his best friend from the room. A quick thought closed it down until 0600 and the door lock clicked behind them which made Rodney's eyes practically bug out.

“You'll be fine for eight hours without a laptop, Rodney. In fact, I'm pretty sure we can come up with some very fun distractions if you start to hyperventilate over your temporary separation.”

If expressions could kill, Rodney's would have flayed John were he stood. He licked a curse into John's hand as it was, then haughtily sniffed at the air.

“Well, I was going to take my hand back, but if you're going to be a child...”

There was a shock of pain as Rodney bit down on the meat of John's middle finger.

“Ow! You bastard,” John growled, letting go and shoving Rodney hard on the shoulder. “You're an asshole, you know that?”

“That's rich coming from Mr. Childish right now.”

“Fine. See if I offer you a celebratory blowjob tomorrow.”

Rodney rolled his eyes, yanked John down another corridor and muttered, “Like you'd really resist—I've never met a man more cock hungry,” then practically threw John into his quarters.

“I just know what I like.”

“Yeah, yeah, bottom boy.”

John kicked off his partially laced boots, slung his jacket over the desk chair, and flopped back on the bed with a comfortable sigh; he crossed his hands behind his head and with a raised eyebrow asked, “So that's no to the party?”

“Hmm, a drunken party with people I could care less about or sex with my boyfriend who I've barely seen in the last four months? Terribly hard decision.”

The snicker made Rodney swat at John, who grabbed the hand and dragged Rodney down onto him.

“You have the humor of a twelve year old boy.”

“Aw, you love it.”

“I love you, you pain in the ass, and unfortunately that comes with you laughing at words like hard, stiff, and crabs.”

Another snicker. Another eye roll.

Then Rodney leaned down to pin John's wrists to the bed, kissing him hard and messy and fast, before asking, “So... skip the party?”

“Definitely.”

[hanorganaas.livejournal.com]

SGA, John Sheppard, He tells people he wanted to fly because it would be cool, truth is when he was 7 he went to see Star Wars and thought Han Solo was bigger than Jesus and wanted to be like him. [TL;DR: Wee!John Watching Star Wars and being amazed over Han.]

Fill

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

When John walked out of the theatre, holding onto his mom's hand, he knew what he wanted to do with his life. He was going to grow up and be Han Solo. He was going to fly and be super smooth with the ladies and he was going to battle aliens.

Han Solo had to run around and fight a lot, so John started running whenever he could. At first Dad insisted that one of the nannies watch him while he did laps around the paddock, but eventually Dad figured out that John wasn't going to run away from home, and then John grew out of needing nannies anyway.

Han Solo had a grin that all the girls seemed crazy about. John didn't have the same face, but he practiced in the mirror a lot, and there it was, the smirk.

He learned to walk like Han, all cool and swaggering, and even though he had to wear a stuffy uniform at school, he managed to convince his mom to buy him a really cool leather jacket.

Han Solo was a rebel, so instead of submitting to frustrating round with a comb and hair gel, he let his hair be. Spiky. Punky. All the other boys wore it long and soft, hoping the girls would run their fingers through it, but it was John they asked to dance, John they flirted with.

The girls and the leather jacket and the hair were all fine and good, but the best part of being Han Solo was flying a space ship. By the time John was eight, he understood that there weren't any aliens, but there were spaceships, and his best chance of getting to fly one, to become an astronaut, was to join the Air Force as a pilot.

When he was fourteen, his dad sat him and Dave down in the kitchen for a Very Serious Talk about what it meant to be a Sheppard Man. Harvard. Business degree. Running the Family Business. Marrying a Suitable Woman.

John didn't want any of that. He told Dad so. Dad turned all red and purple and sent John to his room.

John didn't care if Dad was angry. He was going to be Han Solo.

So he applied for Stanford, and after he was accepted – and halfway across the country from his family and his father's disappointment ringing in his ears about how Mom would be turning over in her grave – he joined the Air Force ROTC.

And after college, they gave him his wings, and he got to fly. And he could fly anything he got his hands on. Chopper. Jet. Cargo plane. If it could fly, John could make it soar.

And then he met Nancy, and okay, so she wasn't Princess Leia, but she was a good woman, beautiful, and just suitable enough that Dad would be happy.

And then he got sent to Afghanistan, and things with Nancy fell apart, and things with the Air Force fell apart, and John found himself stationed out at McMurdo, which was basically a hut on the ice and a handful of choppers and nerds doing things he didn't understand. But it was peaceful, and quiet, and John had the chance to contemplate where everything went wrong.

He was closer to being Han Solo than he'd ever been, but he was pretty sure his chances at ever flying a space ship were gone forever.

Until the day he was transporting a taciturn general and was almost shot down by a glowing squid.

[daria234.livejournal.com]

Haven, Duke/Nathan/Audrey, fix-it post-canon

[daria234.livejournal.com]

MCU, Steve/Sam or Steve/Bucky or Tony/Bruce, proposal

1 sentence, pre-Cap1

[tigriswolf]

"I'd marry ya if I could, Stevie," Bucky tells him once, wrapped around Steve on a bed too small for them both (even with how tiny Steve was), and Steve replies, "I'd say yes, if you ever asked."

[daria234.livejournal.com]

The Flash, Barry/Len or Barry/Oliver or Barry/Ray or Barry/Oliver/Len, Barry would like more couple time but his boyfriend is too busy being mayor and a superhero on the side

[daria234.livejournal.com]

Arrow, Shado & Nyssa & Tatsu (&Sara & Lyla & Amanda Waller if wanted), AU futurefic where they all are still around and they all have a lunch club together (which secretly runs the world/saves the needy/some other badass side purpose)

[daria234.livejournal.com]

Agents of SHIELD, Melinda May/any, happily ever after

Fill: ends and beginnings - Implied!Andrew Garner/Melinda May and Phil Coulson/Melinda May

[hanorganaas.livejournal.com]

[[its a bit wangsty but it has a happier ending]]

Phil found Melinda sitting on the couch. Her legs curled to her chest. Her chin buried in her knees. Her dark eyes staring listlessly at the blank tv screen ahead of her. The house was half empty of furniture now...quiet.

It almost scared her, almost the shell of the woman she once was.

"Melinda," She heard a soft voice say.

She looked up and saw Phil standing at the side of the couch. His blue eyes soft. He didn't say a word her eyes met his. But they spoke volumes, inviting him to sit. She nodded.

"Andrew left this morning...after we finalized the divorce," Melinda said as Phil sat down on the couch. He slowly and gently wrapped his arm around her. Usually she would recoil after what she did in Bahrain....but with Phil....there was something warm and welcoming of his embrace that made her feel comfortable. "Why did this happen Phil...I was so sure...things we're going to be different...but.." she sniffed. "I am not fit for..happiness"

Melinda broke out in a sob. Phil never hesitated to pull her close and rest his chin on the crown of her head. She let her face settle in his chest.

"So Andrew and you didn't make it through," Phil said as he brushed his hand through her hair, "But Melinda you are strong, you are beautiful and you are wonderful...a man or woman is going to find you and you will get that happy ending you deserved."

Melinda didn't want to believe the words. Her life had spiraled out of control to the point if she wanted her happy ending, she would have to fight monsters and climb mountains. But for a moment, settled in his embrace, feeling his hands caress her so gently and carefully, she believed it.

========

As it would turn out fifteen years later, after her glory days of SHIELD had come to an end and the name the "Cavalry" had become a legend, Phil's words would prove true. Melinda smiled, gazing deeply into Phil's eyes as he repeated the words the Rabbi running the ceremony told him to say and slipped a diamond band on her finger.

If fifteen years years ago, when Phil said that she would find her happy ending he would be the one to give it to her.... she probably would have been skeptical.

But in the end, Melinda couldn't imagine any other happily ever after with anyone else but Phil.

[leni-ba.livejournal.com]

any Whedonverse. any & any (or any/any). Their first meeting.

1 sentence fill, Xander + Jesse

[tigriswolf]

(may be AU? i can't remember)


He can't remember a time he didn't know Jesse, but now he's reached the point where Jesse's been gone longer than he was there.

[hanorganaas.livejournal.com]

Agents of SHIELD, Phil Coulson/Melinda May, Once Upon a Time....there was a girl in the Academy wearing a Captain America T-Shirt....He was smitten ever since.

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, Rodney McKay, the fallout (ha!) when he built that bomb for his science project

Fill

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Rodney sat in the chair opposite the principal's desk, hands clasped tightly in his lap, while the men in suits with the gold police badges stood around talking in angry hisses and gesturing widely. Principal Hammond was sitting at his desk with his head buried in his hands.

One of the policemen knelt down, looked Rodney in the eye. "Son, where did you get the plans for this?"

Rodney un-hunched his shoulders and lifted his chin. "I didn't get plans anywhere. That would be cheating! I designed and built the device myself, and I deserve the blue ribbon at this year's science fair, not that - that foreign kid with the weird name."

The policeman narrowed his eyes. "Now look here, kid, lying is only going to make things worse."

"I'm not lying," Rodney snapped. "I'm a certified genius. It should be in my academic file."

There was a rustling of papers, and then a whistle. "Is that IQ score even possible?"

"Yes it is," Rodney said, craning his neck to see the other policeman, who was looking through his school file. McKay, Meredith R. "It's mine."

"What about his parents?" The policeman in front of him gave up and stood up straight, talked to the other adults, and Rodney was left alone staring at everyone's knees again.

"They're not answering any calls," the policeman with the file said.

"They never do," Principal Hammond said. It was the first thing he'd said since he'd brought Rodney into his office to talk to the nice policemen, which was fine, because the man was a damn liar, and none of the policemen were nice.

But Rodney didn't want to be taken to some scary American prison. He'd heard about American prisons. They were barely one step above Turkish prisons. He cleared his throat. "It's almost one o'clock," he said. "They're probably getting my sister from school. Or at least, my mother is."

The policeman turned to Principal Hammond. "He has a sister?"

"And she's equally as brilliant as me, but significantly younger and currently lacks the manual dexterity to assemble a similar device, so leave her out of this," Rodney said. "It's not our fault our parents are stupider than us."

"That wasn't very nice, Meredith," Principal Hammond chastised.

"For the last time, it's Rodney. And if any of you numbskulls had even a miniscule of scientific know-how, you'd realize that my science project is a model and therefore doesn't work. It's not a threat to anybody."

"It's not just the device, it's the knowledge being out there –"

"The knowledge isn't out there, it's in here!" Rodney tapped himself on the forehead for emphasis.

"Then we need copies of your plans –"

"My plans are in my project notebook, per the science fair requirements," Rodney said. "I believe you and your goons have already confiscated them."

The policeman opened his mouth to argue, then shut it. "What am I doing, arguing with a sixth-grader?"

Rodney sneered at him. "You're America's Central Intelligence Agency? It's a wonder your country isn't falling apart at the seams. But guess what? This isn't America, you have no control over me, and you can't keep me here." He hopped off of the chair and headed for the door, and one of the CIA agents promptly tackled him.

Rodney bit him.

Principal Hammond started yelling.

When it was all over, Rodney was back in the chair opposite the princpal's desk, nursing his sore ribs, while the school nurse saw to the bitten agent.

His parents still weren't answering their phone.

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Marvel Cinematic Universe, Bucky Barnes + Steve Rogers, their inauspicious first meeting as kids

Fill

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

As soon as Ryan O'Leary and his gang cleared off, Bucky turned to the boy who'd jumped into the fray with him. He'd seen the kid at school, Steve something or other. Tiny and blond. Looked maybe five, but had to be at least seven if he was in the same grade as Bucky.

"I could've taken 'em myself," Bucky said. But he offered a hand, tugged Steve to his feet.

Steve was a wreck, blood dripping from his nose and mouth. "Yeah. But Mama says I should help a guy out, so –"

"Next time, don't bother," Bucky said. "Don't wanna have to send you back to your mama in a matchbox, do I?"

Steve hunched his shoulders. "I guess not."

And so they parted ways.

But Bucky heard around school that Steve hadn't done that just for him – he'd do it for anyone he thought was getting picked on. Bucky wasn't anything special after all. More than once, he saw Steve shuffling home, face cut or bruised, and he wondered why Steve kept getting his ass kicked for no good reason. Except he was helping the other kids, or trying. Maybe Bucky wasn't anything special, but Steve sure was. So the next time Ryan O'Leary's gang was out picking on Bucky, he put up his dukes, and when Steve joined in, Bucky made sure to watch his back.

[leni-ba.livejournal.com]

Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Dawn Summers (+ any). Before Sunnydale

Fill: P.S.

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

Dear Diary,

Mom and Dad's divorce is final. Mom says it'll be okay but we're moving to some little town about an hour south of L.A.

I bet it's because of Buffy setting fire to the gym at the high school! I know all about it but no one wants me to but everyone at school is talking about it. They call her 'Crazy Buffy' and ask if I'm going to set the lunch room on fire to be like her. As if!

But nothing's ever going to be the same as it was. Dad won't be there when I get home from school and Mom has some sort of new job in that town so who knows when I'll see her.

Mom says the divorce isn't anyone's fault, she & Dad fell out of love but I bet it's because of Buffy. I heard them arguing when I was supposed to be in bed about her and it's got to be that.

I hate her

[leni-ba.livejournal.com]

any book. any & any. Meeting again after a long time.

Fill 1/2: Trixie Belden Mysteries, Jim Frayne/Trixie Belden

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Running a school for disadvantaged youth had always been Jim’s dream, and he’d worked hard to achieve it: carefully invested his inheritance money, double-majored in business and education in college, and developed contacts early on that he could count on for help, for staffing, for advice.

He thought he’d been prepared. He wasn’t. Jim had to be more than an administrator and teacher. He had to be a counselor, a gardener, a plumber, a public relations liaison. He had to talk to angry parents and exhausted case workers, and sometimes even the police. He had to deal with employee concerns, student discipline, and a group of local parents who didn’t want the Frayne School in their town, bringing in an undesirable element.

It was a 24/7 kind of job, and sometimes Jim wished he could take an extended vacation to get away from it all. But for the most part he was proud of the school, and proud of the boys that turned their lives around while they were there. They weren’t all success stories, but that just made the ones that were even sweeter.

Jim was as happy as he figured he could be. Until he saw the taxi go by while he was touching up the paint on the sign out front. He watched it turn in at Crabapple Farm, saw the woman who climbed out and retrieved a small, rolling suitcase from the trunk. And his breath caught in his throat.

Trixie had come home.

There were few regrets in Jim’s life. He wished he’d known his uncle before he passed away. He wished he’d left his abusive stepfather sooner. But most especially he wished that he hadn’t ended things so badly with Trixie. He’d been hurt, and afraid for her, and instead of supporting her he’d chased her away.

The taxi backed out of the Belden’s driveway and headed back the way it came, but Trixie just kept standing there. Then she turned, shading her eyes, and seemed to look directly at Jim. His hand clenched on the paintbrush when she left the suitcase in the driveway and started walking in his direction.

“Your hair is still a beacon,” she said when she got close enough.

Jim fought the urge to reach up and touch his head. The flaming red hadn’t dimmed at all with the passage of years, and he’d gotten his fair share of ribbing about it.

“You’re still beautiful,” he heard himself say with a kind of detached horror.

Trixie blushed. She was wearing her hair longer these days, sandy curls cascading down to her shoulders, but she looked just the same. The freckles and snub nose made her look younger than she was. Despite that, she looked tired. There were dark circles under her eyes, and she was too thin. The bubbly energy that she’d barely been able to keep contained when they were kids was nowhere to be seen.

[leni-ba.livejournal.com]

Veronica Mars. Veronica & Duncan & Logan & Lily. The good times.

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

ANd did this happen before or after canon?

[leni-ba.livejournal.com]

any. any. letters from the past

[hanorganaas.livejournal.com]

Star Wars, Han Solo & Poe Dameron, The man who taught him how to snark out of trouble

Fill

[jadesfire.livejournal.com]

I'm not sure how much of TFA is still under spoiler-silence, so just in case...



Given how long it always takes to get the Falcon off the ground, Poe figures there's no real rush, so he settles for walking briskly rather than running through the hanger. Besides, he'd never live running down.

It's never quiet around here, with techs soldering pieces back on, and pilots arguing about every nut, bolt and gun port along the way. But still, it's too quiet as he gets to the back of the hanger where the Falcon's docked. He should be able to hear Han trying to out-engineer Chewie, or Chewie telling Han just how much of a bad idea re-looping the compensator back on itself is. Instead, there's a bubble of silence spreading out from the ship, and Poe actually finds himself hesitating before stepping inside.

Chewie's on top of the Falcon, welding something back down - something always needs welding back down - but he spares a second to wave as Poe goes past. Inside, it's almost eerily quiet, as though the whole ship is holding its breath.

"Han?"

There's a muffled bang for reply, coming from somewhere towards the cockpit, which Poe follows. As usual, Han is waist deep in machinery, his expression just a little too focussed.

"You were just going to take off without saying anything, weren't you?"

"There's not much left to say, is there?" Han looks up, the blankness of his face not helped by the welding goggles. "Anyway, I kind of think I ran out of things to say back there already."

They both know that Han Solo is never out of words. It's just that at the moment, he can't seem to find the right ones. Sighing, Poe leans back against the gaming table and folds his arms.

"So that's it? You're just going?"

"I'll drop by from time to time. Make sure you guys are doing this whole resistance thing - which is a crazy idea by the way - right." Han pulls the goggles off and boosts himself out of the guts of the ship. Without being asked, Poe straightens up and helps him put the floor plate back in place. It fits once Han gives it a good stamping down.

"She's going to miss you." Poe says, and Han keeps his face turned away as he replies.

"Feeling's mutual. But there are some things that you can't talk your way out of."

"Say it ain't so, or we're both in trouble." Without Han's fast talking, Poe would be a smear on the deck of a Podrarian freighter. And without Poe, the New Republic would have had to stage a jail break to get Han and Chewie out of a Grunard prison. They both know how to talk, and they both know when it's time to stop.

Han smiles at that, faintly and sadly, but he smiles. "Take care of her, would you? She needs a scoundrel in her life to keep her honest."

It's hard not to smile himself at that, although Poe suspects he looks as stricken as Han. "Will do. And call if you come up against anything else you can't talk your way out of."

"Oh, like you could?" That's better, closer to the Han he's come to know over the last three years, who taught him a little about flying, a lot about bluffing and more about life than Poe had ever thought was possible. The Han who's lost everything - son, wife, home - in the last three years, and who somehow is still standing there, trying to snark at him.

Poe holds up his hands in mock defence. "Of course not. But I'll know where to send the rescue party."

Later, when he's got his hands raised again, waving the Falcon off until it's a speck against the sun, all Poe can hear is the silence.

[emmatheslayer.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Michael/ castiel before we had purpose I loved you once

[tigriswolf]

author's choice, author's choice, every person who changes the world was young once

FILL: Supernatural, weechesters

[cozy-coffee.livejournal.com]

It is a beautiful sunny day, warm and not a cloud in sight. Birds sing merrily from the treetop while pretty flowers bloom on a field of lush green grass. On this school day in Laurence Kansas, Miss. May was observing her kindergarten classroom as the boys and girls worked on their assignment after being instructed to draw their favorite superhero. Each child was excitedly scrambling away and letting their imagination run wild, coloring the white construction paper in shades of purple, hot pink and baby blue.

Miss. May walked around the class, observing each child’s artwork. Mark drew his puppy, Spot, with a red cape leaping over a tall building—just like Superman, while Amy JO drew a brave princess fighting the evil dragon that lived in her closet.

As Miss. May walked towards the back of the classroom, she spotted her newest student, Sam Winchester, working diligently. His little pink tongue poked out from between his lips and his brow creased in concentration as he scribbled away.

She smiled fondly, leaning close to get a look at what the boy was drawing. The picture appeared to be of another boy, a little older, with honey freckles and green eyes, who was running out of a burning home, caring a tiny baby in his arms. Miss. May wasn’t sure what to make of the picture; while it wasn’t the traditional happy puppies and cute kittens, flowers or cartoons like children normally drew, she wouldn’t call it ‘Dark’ or ‘disturbing’—it was…unique.

“Hey, Sam,” She smiles as the boy gazed up at her with big sweet puppy dog eyes. “May I ask what you are drawing?”

Sammy’s young face light up with happiness, shining as bright as the sun. “I'm drawing my big brother, Dean. He is my hero!”

The teacher smiled as she resisted the urge to 'awww' over the adorable declaration. Sammy quickly got back to work coloring while Miss May was unable to stop smiling.

Later that day when Dean arrived to pick Sammy up from class, Miss. May’s heart melted as the two little boys embraced in a hug.

(END)

[emmatheslayer.livejournal.com]

Supernatural , Benny/ samandirel , after the fall

Fill (pre-canon)

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

"It's ruined," Castiel said, casting his gaze over the earth. "I hope I never have to go down there." He would if ordered to, of course, he was a good soldier that way.

The man and woman had been tricked by Lucifer, eaten the fruit, and the lush green garden that had covered the planet had given way to jagged wilderness, deserts and dry places where nothing grew. The eternal life, youth, and peace of Eden had been replaced with death, age, and pain.

Samandriel watched the man and woman huddled beside the fire they'd lit from the flames of Saraqael's sword (an angel's first mercy but not the last) and hoped they'd be all right.

He thought the new world was beautiful, with its shadows and storms and wild beasts. The humans had fire for now, to keep them warm and give them light and keep the monsters at bay. Samandriel had seen what Metatron was writing in the Book of Life.

He knew civilizations, countries, cities, heroes would rise and fall. He knew he would one day have to decide whether or not to Fall himself.

And he knew, among the heroes and the villains, the damsels in distress and the femmes fatale, the jokers and the liars and the artists and the dreamers, that a sailor named Benny was waiting for him.

And so, when the time came, he'd step down to earth willingly, and with Benny beside him, he would fall.

[emmatheslayer.livejournal.com]

Angel , spike/ Angel , shanshu