Wednesday: Seasons

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Hello, everyone. I’m oh_mcgee and today's theme is Seasons. Prompts can be anything related to seasons: the weather, a character's favorite season, even a specific season in someone's life. Go wild.

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...
Kingsman: Secret Service, Harry Hart/Eggsy Unwin, caught in the rain without an Umbrella
Batman Vs Superman, Bruce Wayne/any,
I always thought my youth would last,
And be around eternally
Batman (comics), Bruce Wayne/Jason Todd/Dick Grayson, snowball fights

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[drabblewriter.livejournal.com]

any, any, seasons of love

Fill 1/2: Stargate Atlantis, Oppie!Verse

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

“My housemates will not hate you.” John gazed into Rodney’s eyes, and damn him, because his eyes were beautiful, and he could convince Rodney to do a lot of crazy things with just those eyes.

“But -”

“I know you worked under the Mountain with the same program Evan and Cam were involved in, that JD’s uncle was involved in. Super classified. Stressful. First impressions weren’t so great. That’s okay. They helped me plan our first date. They’re going to like you.”

Rodney thought of the way Sam’s eyes had blazed when he’d called her a dumb blonde, the way she’d told him to go suck a lemon, and he winced. “John -”

“Seriously. It’s all seasons of love at Casa Atlantica.” John reached for the doorknob. “Come inside.”

“Casa Atlantica?”

“Yeah. Because we’re all sunk.”

Rodney raised his eyebrows.

“Bad joke, I know. Come on.” John turned the doorknob, and this was it. Time to meet the family.

The foyer was a wide carpeted affair, though there was a shoe rack against one wall and an entry table, over which hung a gilded mirror. The bowl on the table contained several sets of keys. John kicked off his shoes (posting in Japan, never broke the habit), so Rodney did the same.

John gave him the quick tour - two bedrooms and a bathroom to the right, same to the left, kitchen straight on, through the kitchen to the den and laundry room. All of the bedrooms were military-neat, which Rodney should have expected. He noticed that all of the halls and walkways were very wide - to accommodate Cam’s wheelchair, he realized - and that there were handrails in both bathrooms and along all the walls.

Something delicious was simmering on the stove in the kitchen.

And utter warfare was happening in the den.

“Get back here, juvenile!”

“Snooze you lose, old man. Damn, where did you come from?”

“Eat my dust, losers.”

“Just for that, I’m going to fire rockets at your ass and knock you right off the - hey! Who left that banana peel?”

“That wasn’t me, that was the Toad run by the CPU.”

“Sneaky bastard. Hit him for me.”

“Why should I help you?”

“Star! Score! I’m coming after you and - bam! Haha! Right off the edge of the cliff. That’s what you get for calling me a princess.”

“Dude, you are a princess.”

“Peach isn’t just a princess?”

“Should I be afraid?” Rodney asked, sliding slightly behind John. John led him to the edge of the kitchen tile to where the den carpeting began.

“You should always be a little afraid of Mario Kart,” John said. Then he cleared his throat loudly.

All three men turned to look at him at once. JD tapped something on his controller, and the chaos on the screen paused.

“John! Hey, you’re here. You, uh, didn’t call.” Evan stumbled to his feet, eyes wide. He crossed the den, offered a hand. “You must be Rodney. Great to finally meet you in person. I’m Evan. Evan Lorne. We were never under the mountain at the same time, but I’ve heard of you.”

“All bad, I’m sure,” Rodney said, shaking Evan’s hand.

Evan winced. “Not all bad, no. John has wonderful things to say about you.”

“Nice save, Rico Suave,” Cam said. He hauled himself into his wheelchair in a single smooth motion, arranged his legs, and then wheeled over, also offering a hand. “Cam Mitchell. Welcome to Casa Atlantica, where the men are all sunk but the food is great.”

“Thanks,” Rodney said. “The food smells good.”

“Someone has to keep up with the kid’s hollow leg,” Cam said, nodding at JD.

This was going to be the test. JD rose up, crossed the room, looked Rodney up and down with a frighteningly familiar skeptical expression. But then he nodded. “McKay.”

“Nealson.” Rodney was proud of himself for not stumbling over the name.

JD offered a hand, and Rodney shook it.

“So, spill all the classified gossip with us,” JD said.

Cam punched him in the hip. “Don’t make the guy lose his job. How’s Sam, though?”

“She’s great,” Rodney said. “Really brilliant. Still being - innovative. And heroic.”

[drabblewriter.livejournal.com]

Any, any, nuclear winter

[drabblewriter.livejournal.com]

Any, any, tornado season

Fill: OC. Tornado Season

[dresmeinscarlet.livejournal.com]

You came into my life like a whirlwind. Picking everything up in your pathway and laying it down again, scattered like confetti in the rain. Suddenly my world was topsy turvy and violently rotating with you as the axis. It was hard to resist the sheer force of your magnitude. You lifted me up and propelled me to such highs that I felt like I was truly flying. Nothing could bring me down.

You took my bare bones existence and added a storm of activity. From the moment I opened my eyes until I finally fell asleep exhausted at the end of the day, every waking hour was filled with you. You and only you. And even when I slept, you were there, flooding my dreams. I couldn't get enough of the energy sparking between us like lightning in the dark. It was clouding my vision. So much so that I didn't even see it; the destructive nature of your very existence. A devastating chaos that simply cannot be sustained. I clung to you.

And then you were gone.

So. I fixed myself up. Repaired the broken pieces of my world. Papered over the cracks and felt nothing but emptiness in your wake. After a storm has spent its energy, the rising currents die away and downdraughts break up the cloud. But my clouds remained.

Until one day I felt the wind beginning to pick up. The fallen leaves stirred into a tumble and I just knew. With a wry smile.

It was Tornado season again.

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard +/ Rodney McKay, summertime surfing.

Fill: McShep fluffy times

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Rodney didn’t say the words, but he showed John how much he loved him with actions big and small: he made sure there was always a plate of food saved for John when he was too busy to make it to the Mess, and he did his best to give John options so that self-sacrificing heroics were unnecessary when it came to saving the day.

And now Rodney was sitting on a beach in the blazing sun, slathered in so much of his homemade sunblock he probably looked like he was in the middle of getting a facial. It was too windy for an umbrella, so he had to make do with the floppy hat he had tied under his chin and wrap-around sunglasses. It was worth it for the view.

John was out on his surfboard, an elegant, beautiful nereid with spiky hair and knobby knees. He took Rodney’s breath away, though it was more for the risks he was taking than for how gorgeous he looked taking them. The waves off the Australian coast were big, much too big, but so far John had managed to stay on his feet.

The trip had been Rodney’s idea, a get-away from the stress of Atlantis being on Earth and not knowing if or when they’d be given clearance to return to Pegasus. He knew it was hard on John, especially, because there was the ever-present concern the he could be reassigned. Rodney wasn’t sure what he’d do if John wasn’t part of Atlantis anymore; he didn’t think he could stand being there without him.

Rodney watched as John paddled back out and waited for a good swell, his legs dangling off the board in the water. There were a lot of other surfers out enjoying the choppy water, but Rodney could easily pick John out of the crowd, even at a distance.

John caught the next wave and Rodney watched, his heart in his throat even as he admired John’s form. He was as flexible as any of the younger guys out there, hips swiveling as he maneuvered the board through the wave. John rode the wave all the way in, and jogged up the beach with his board under his arm, a bright grin on his face.

“I still got it,” he said. He propped up the board and dropped into the empty camp chair next to Rodney. Rodney passed him a bottle of water from the cooler.

“Those young guys got nothing on you,” Rodney agreed.

“You calling me an old man?” John asked. The grin hadn’t left his face, though, so Rodney knew he was teasing.

“Neither of us are getting any younger, Sheppard.” That being said, Rodney didn’t think he’d ever get tired of looking at John. From a purely physical standpoint, the man hit all of Rodney’s buttons. The fact that he had a pretty keen brain under all those cowlicks was an added bonus.

“No one else I want to grow old with,” John said. His tone was light, like the words didn’t matter, but his ears were pink and he was looking at the bottle in his hands instead of Rodney.

Rodney was certain his heart skipped a beat, and not in a poetic kind of way. He and John weren’t the kind of people who exchanged endearments; there’d never really been a need. There was no-one that Rodney knew as well as John, and he felt confident that was reciprocated.

But maybe there were times when the words needed to be said.

Rodney tugged at John’s wrist, until John got up out of his chair. He straddled Rodney, which put a noticeable strain on the camp chair, and Rodney immediately pulled him in for a kiss.

“I love you, too,” he whispered against John’s lips.

John kissed him back so hard, he didn’t have the breath for any more words. And they didn’t need them anyway.

[drabblewriter.livejournal.com]

Any, any, "There are two seasons in (Minnesota) - winter and road construction."

[withasmile87.livejournal.com]

The Walking Dead, Beth Greene/Daryl Dixon, A season of growth.

[withasmile87.livejournal.com]

RPF, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, Harry has seasonal allergies.

[withasmile87.livejournal.com]

The Walking Dead, Beth Greene/Maggie Greene, Seasons of growing apart as sisters.

[withasmile87.livejournal.com]

Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, The first Christmas season after the war.

[withasmile87.livejournal.com]

any, any m/m, first snowstorm of the season.

Fill. Stargate: Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay. Royalty!AU.

[aivix.livejournal.com]

Of the planets in Pegasus, most had a year-round temperate climate—the reason that their people were able to survive in the early days of Janus' reign, when Moros still had a tight grip on Atlantis herself—but a few were more extreme. For instance, Aestas, where the tropical weather was broken only by the annual wet season, and Nix, where the land mass on the planet was blanketed in snow two-thirds of the year.

Then, there was Lapis, one of the few planets with a rotating mix of seasons.

It had been the private playground of the Kings and Queens for generations, and John, who had hated how lonely he'd been every time he'd come here, had opened it up for his extended family for use. The corridors now often were filled with laughter as Madison, Bradley, Ava, Matthew, and Kenna raced each other from bedrooms to playrooms; the kitchen was active with Jeannie and Radek playing chef while Elizabeth and Kaleb argued the finer points of language and diplomacy in the living room.

This was how family vacations were supposed to be, not the stodgy ones with formal dinners and state guests, but loud and active.

Of course, Rodney probably would have preferred the kind with sleeping in as well, but then, he was entirely too used to John's early rising schedule, though he still hated when he was prodded awake before the sun was even up.

This was why he was glaring at his husband when John nudged him awake, murmuring, “Morning,” as if Rodney hadn't been enjoying a pleasurable dream seconds before.

A glance at the clock, then, “Too early.”

“Too early? I've already had my run and showered and made you coffea.”

“Good. Make it again after the sun rises.”

“But Rodney...” he whined.

Rodney grumbled, “If your people could hear you now,” and groaned as he sat up enough to take the mug being thrust at him. He drank down half before realizing that John was vibrating beside him, practically bouncing on the bed like a small child. “What?”

“Ninxit.”

“And?”

“And I thought we could go, I don't know, have a snowball fight or something.”

One of Rodney's eyebrows went up. “You thought that I, he who does not like nature as you so often like to say, would want to voluntarily go out in the freezing cold to be pelted with packed balls of frozen precipitation?” He gestured toward the door. “Go wake up the kids. I'm going back to sleep.”

“Spoilsport.”

“I won't be the one shivering later,” Rodney retorted, “Watch out for Madison. She still plays by Milky Way rules.”

“Meaning?”

“You'll see.”

[daria234.livejournal.com]

MCU or DCU, any superheroes, jumping in a pile of autumn leaves, just for fun

FILL: Harley, Dinah, baby Connor (set in the Injustice universe)

[punk4life1315.livejournal.com]

"Incoming!!" Harley shouted, jumping off the porch and into pile of leaves she had just raked up. Connor giggled in his playpen on the porch, just as Dinah came out of the house with a two glasses of lemonade.

She stared at the woman in the leaves with an amused smile on her face. "That doesn't look like getting the leaves raked up."

"They're raked," Harley sat, sitting up on her knees and smiling. "See? Big pile here that was just screaming to be jumped in!" She grabbed a handful of leaves and flung them into the air. "Whoo!!"

Connor let out a laugh and Harley smiled. "See? Connor likes it. Isn't that right, Connor? Do you find Auntie Harley silly?"

Dinah rolled her eyes and picked her son up out of the playpen. "I brought some lemonade if you're done acting like a three year old."

Harley jumped up and brushed the leaves off of her. "There is nothing wrong with being childish!" She hoped up on the porch and took, Connor from Dinah, planting a big kiss on her cheek before pushing her into the leaves below."

"HARLEEN!!"

Connor bursts into giggles and clapped his hands. "Mama! Funny!"

[daria234.livejournal.com]

Agents of SHIELD, any slash or femslash or ot3, cherry blossoms in spring

[daria234.livejournal.com]

MCU, any/any except Thor or Darcy or Loki, Winter Song -
They say that things just cannot grow
beneath the winter snow,
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UkOKCWDJ4iA

[daria234.livejournal.com]

Arrow/Flash/Legends of Tomorrow 'verse (TV), any/any, hot summer nights by the lake

Fill: The Flash, Joe/Caitlin

[helsinkibaby.livejournal.com]

The sun is slowly heading for the horizon, painting the sky over the lake a riot of oranges and pinks and reds. The water is calm now, most of the swimmers having left for the evening. Only Barry and Iris remain and Joe watches them from the front porch of their holiday home with a smile on his face. Some things, he notes, never change - Iris loved the water from the very first time he and Francine brought her swimming, only crying when they'd taken her out to bring her home. From the look on Barry's face, he's having the same type of trouble trying to get her out of the water and Joe narrows his eyes as he checks his soon-to-be son-in-law's shoulders which are looking a nice shade of pink. Lucky for Barry he heals quickly. 

Not that he can blame the kids for living in the water on a day like today where the mercury was hitting the heights and there was nary a breeze to be found. Even Cisco had given in to the allure of the cool blue water, joining the others as they splashed and laughed. He'd been the first one out though, is currently schooling Wally in some damn online game that Joe doesn't pretend to understand. 

He'd been the only one who hadn't made it to the lake - family vacations were one thing but he still was very aware that he was the dad and they were the kids. He was content to watch from the shade.

Mostly.  

"Penny for your thoughts." 

As if she knew what he was thinking, as if the direction of his thoughts summoned her, Caitlin's voice, low and teasing, comes from behind him. He turns his head to look down at her, grins as he accepts the beer she's holding out. Her now free hand slides around his waist, cool through the material of his shirt. A shiver that has nothing to do with cold runs through him. 

"I'm just wondering how long it'll take Bar to get her out of there," he says, jutting his chin in the direction of the lake and Caitlin's smile turns knowing. 

"I'm sure he'll make her an offer she can't refuse." Her face is perfectly innocent and anyone who doesn't know her as well as Joe would miss the twitch of her lips, the glint of devilish amusement in her eyes. 

"You trying to give me a heart attack?" he wonders and she shrugs, raises her own bottle of beer to her lips. 

"Why didn't you come in with us?" It's a sharp change of subject but he hears the genuine curiosity underneath it. 

It's his turn to shrug. "The kids don't want their old man embarrassing them," he says. When it looks like she's going to object, he looks at her pointedly, makes no effort to hide the way his eyes roam over her body, taking in the gauzy, patterned cover-up she's thrown on over her bikini, the acres of smooth skin that are exposed. "Besides... I was kinda enjoying the view." 

This time, she doesn't try to hide her smile and her flushed cheeks speak to her pleasure - and maybe, hopefully, to something else as well. Which is the other reason why he hadn't gone into the lake with her - everyone knows about their relationship and, mostly, they are fine with it. But every so often, there are lingering looks and second glances and furrowed brows thrown in their direction and any PDA in the lake during a family vacation would, he fears, be crossing a line that they were better not crossing. 

"It's too bad," she says, affecting a little pout, almost like she wants him to believe she hadn't had the time of her life out there. "I feel like I've hardly seen you all day." 

Joe steps closer to her, his body flush with hers and drops his head to kiss her. She tastes like the beer in her hand and the salt of her sweat and when she uses her hand, still on his hip, to pull their lower bodies into even closer contact and nips at his lower lip, he finds himself thinking that family vacations aren't such a good idea after all. 

Her eyes are huge and dilated when she pulls back. "It's going to be warm tonight," she tells him, tilting her head and moving against him so that her hair sways, tickles his arm. "How about, when everyone's in bed, we head down to the lake, just us?" She rises on her tiptoes, brings her lips to his ear. "Swimsuit optional." 

A laugh bubbles up in his throat. "Now that?" He kisses her again. "Is an offer I can't refuse." 

[daria234.livejournal.com]

DCU or Leverage or Chuck, any male/male or ot3, Winter Song -
They say that things just cannot grow
beneath the winter snow,
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UkOKCWDJ4iA

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Any (except SPN or RPF), author's choice, "It's been sunny, snowy, wet and windy, all in the space of an hour/a day. Who wants to bet it's a mad scientist or weather witch?"

Mini Fill. MCU, Tony Stark, Clint Barton.

[aivix.livejournal.com]

Tony, looking out at the heavily packed slushy snow that now covered the land around Coulson's Massachusetts SHIELD office, randomly announced, “It's been sunny, snowy, wet and windy, all in the space of an hour. Who wants to bet it's a mad scientist or a weather witch?"

And it was Clint who answered, “As the adage goes, don't like the weather in New England? Wait five minutes, it'll change.”

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Any spaceship-set fandom, any +/ any, missing the seasons in the artificial environment

Fill: Dragon Age, Garrett Hawke/Fenris - (spaceship!AU) Plans

[megan-moonlight.livejournal.com]

It’s not for a spaceship-set fandom exactly, but your prompt inspired me to write a continuation for my DA spaceship!AU. I hope you don’t mind…
__________

Garrett loved that he could feel the nice, cool wind on his skin even aboard the Champion. It was a part of the software he had bought the last time he had upgraded his ship. Lady Elegant, one of his and Varric’s oldest friends, had organized one of the best Orlesian software for them, and for a great price, too, even if she had kept insisting that it was the last time, since she deals with herbs, not with technology. The carefully crafted, sophisticated system, provided possibility of adjusting temperature, but also wind and the simulation of various, not harmful weather phenomena. It was a great investment.

Things got a bit more complicated when they had to compromise on which weather to choose on specific days, but they managed somehow.

However, before Garrett started working on a spaceship, he had been travelling. A lot. He visited numous places, sometimes by himself, sometimes with Carver and Bethany, often with Fenris and the others, and he slowly started to realize how much he missed feeling the real wind on his face, cold snow touching his skin and basking in the sunlight. They rarely had time off lately. Their current job was well paid, so they had agreed to take it, even after finding out that it would take them at least three months to finish it. But once they get back, they could go on a trip to somewhere warm, with real sun...

Garrett planned to talk to Fenris about it, since Jethann had recommended him a great place on Antiva, ran by one of Jethann's friends.

He sighed, suddenly feeling warm, and not only because he was thinking about Fenris. Taking off his jacket, he ran his fingers through his hair slowly. Isabela was most likely playing with the temperature on the ship again. She loved the warm weather.

As he walked into the mess hall he noticed Zevran sitting on one of the tables, one leg propped on the chair as he was looking at Fenris, smirking. Fenris, on the other hand, seemed to be ignoring him, focusing on taking apart his gun, the one Garrett had given him as a gift.

"Do you know how many jokes about polishing your gun I could make right now?" Zevran asked as he leaned forward, looking at the gun. Garrett just snorted at the comment.

"I can imagine," Fenris answered, not even bothering to look up. "Don't you have anything better to do than bothering me?"

"Don't you enjoy my company?"

"No."

"Well, that's hurtful," Zevran said, but he didn't stop smiling. "Ah, it's lovely to see you, dear Captain. Now, I believe Anders might need help with... stocking his medicine cabinets."

"I bet he does,” Garrett replied, and Zevran winked at him before leaving the room.

After the assassin left, Garrett sat down next to Fenris right away, leaning back against the backrest.

"Aren't you hot? I mean, you always are, but ‘Bela was playing with the temperature again and you're still wearing your full outfit," he said and Fenris looked up at him.

"I'm used to high temperatures."

They sat in silence for a while, and at some point Garrett felt the elf leaning against him, as he started putting the gun back together. Garrett just wrapped an arm around his shoulders.

"Fen, how do you feel about taking a week off and go to Antiva?"

"Is it for a job?"

"No. Just a regular trip. It's just, I miss travelling, I guess. Just imagine, real sun, refreshing wind, we wouldn’t be in a hurry..."

"Sounds like you prepared a plan already."

"I was just thinking," Garrett licked his lips. "One of Jethann’s friends in Antiva could organize a trip for us, and I thought I would ask what you think."

"Just us?"

"Pretty much. ‘Bela has plans already, and Zevran and Anders always manage to find something to do, so we’d have a few days just for ourselves. If you want."

Fenris nodded, only then turning to look at him. "It sounds... nice."

"It really does," Garrett pressed a kiss to Fenris' cheek. "We'll go somewhere warm. Sunbathing, skinny dipping… it's going to be great."

Fenris just smirked at that.

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Assassin's Creed, modern assassins, summer nights in Tuscany

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Greek myth, Hades/Persephone, long winter nights

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Leverage, ensemble, debating their favourite season(s)

[oh-mcgee.livejournal.com]

batman (comics), Bruce Wayne/Jason Todd, winter time is coming
All the sky is grey
Summer birds aren't singing
Since you went away

[leni-ba.livejournal.com]

any. any. "Why can't the end of the world ever come with sunshine and warm weather?"

[leni-ba.livejournal.com]

Lucifer. any. The day it snowed in hell.

[leni-ba.livejournal.com]

any. any het. kissing in the rain.

filled. The Vampire Diaries, Bonnie Bennett/Damon Salvatore

[withasmile87.livejournal.com]

Bonnie sat on her porch swing as she looked out at the rain as it came down. She knew it was crazy to sit there and mope but moping is what she felt like doing.

She had just ended her year long relationship with Jeremy, mainly because he wanted to go out of state for college and she wanted to stay here in Virginia and so she had broken up with him because the idea of being in a long distance relationship just wasn't appealing to her.

So now she was just going to feel sorry for herself and mope even if she had been responsible for her own situation per say.

"Bon Bon, why such a sad face?" a voice asked and Bonnie looked up seeing her long time friend and neighbor Damon, standing in front of her porch. Obviously not caring that he was getting wet.

Bonnie shook her head as she looked at Damon, "Just..I guess I miss Jeremy," she admitted feeling a blush starting to grow on her cheeks. "Almost wish I hadn't ended things now."

Damon sighed audibly as he crossed his arms, "Bonnie you really are an idiot," he muttered and maybe his words would have hurt her but she was used to him calling her out on her shit. It was like how she did the same to him. It was just a normal part of their friendship. "If you didn't want to end things you shouldn't have. But now you're all mopey and you know I hate it when you mope," he said before a smile crossed his lips as if an idea had struck him.

"Though I think I have the perfect solution to your moping," he spoke not even giving Bonnie a chance to reply. "Come out here Bon Bon."

Raising an eyebrow, Bonnie shook her head, "No," she told him knowing she didn't want to get wet. "It's raining and I'm not about to get soaking wet like you are."

"You're not a witch Bon Bon, you won't melt," Damon smirked as he held his hand out. "Now come out here."

Bonnie rolled her eyes but slowly she moved from the porch swing, joining Damon out in the rain and when she got to him she took his hand and she couldn't help the laugh that escaped when Damon pulled her closer and soon began to dance with her in the rain.

It was just a simple gesture and she may have been getting wet but it did seem to ease her mood at least slightly. Enough that she didn't feel sad or like she was second guessing the decision she had made when it came to Jeremy.

Pulling away after awhile Bonnie just stood there and looked at Damon, not moving or saying anything, just looking at him.

"You okay there Bon Bon?" Damon asked a bit teasingly but before he could say anything else Bonnie leaned in to kiss him because here in the moment they were both in, well, it just seemed to feel right.

[leni-ba.livejournal.com]

any Whedonverse. any. Time to leave childhood behind.