one of these days I will remember to post my mini spn_bitesized fills THE DAY I WRITE THEM

[nonisland]

today is not that day. Here's the AO3 collection so far, now in handy table-of-contents form!

1. "Holding" || G | Anna Milton&/Ruby
   
   Ruby’s hands are gentle on Anna’s arm, so careful they hardly even hurt. Her face is a nightmare behind her pretty skin, ugly and twisted and messy, but Anna—Anna feels safe, somehow, actually feels like she can trust a demon to bandage her wounds and not take advantage of that weakness.
   
   Anna’s skin is bright-sparking warm where Ruby’s touching it. She looks up at Ruby, really at her, and smiles.
   
   After a moment, Ruby smiles back.


2. "Specters" || PG | Cassie Robinson/Dean Winchester
   
   Dean never screams when he has nightmares. It’s his breathing, hard and shaky, that wakes Cassie up. He’s got it all locked inside, like he’s trying to keep her—keep everyone—from even noticing anything’s wrong.
   
   “It’s okay,” she whispers, even though it isn’t. His eyes fly open at the sound. “It’s okay.”
   
   “’m fine,” he says. Lies.
   
   She wonders what it is that scares him so much, whether he’ll ever trust her enough to tell her. She tightens her arms around him and presses a kiss to his shoulder, and waits.


3. "Window of Lost Time" || G | Lisa Braeden; gen | reference to/aftermath of mindwipe
   
   When Lisa gets out of bed and looks in a mirror for the first time since the accident she—she’s older than she was expecting. There’s grey in her hair, a twist to her eyebrows as if she’s frowned a lot. The corners of her mouth are tight. She looks…hard. Once the only real lines on her face she had were crinkles at the corners of her eyes, but they’ve hardly deepened at all since—
   
   Since when?
   
   She makes a mental note to do something silly with Ben as soon as they’re released.


4. "Close Quarters" || PG | Bela Talbot/Jo Harvelle
   
   They’re after the same knife—Jo needs it; she’s pretty sure Bela just wants to sell it—and end up hiding in the same closet when it turns out its owner has guards. It’s like a bad heist movie.
   
   Bela smells like expensive soap, not perfume. Her breath catches when Jo leans away from the door; they’re hip-to-hip, close enough they’re sharing breath.
   
   Jo isn’t sure which of them kisses first. It’s slow, hot, silent, more a promise than a kiss, and she suddenly can’t wait until they’re done housebreaking.

I really want to turn the last one into a proper fic. Hrm.

Comments

[morebutterflys]

_{*subtly nudges you to turn the last one into a proper fic*}

[nonisland]

I've been poking around ideas for it since I started writing it--I knew before I even posted it it wanted to be more, since I had a lot of trouble getting it down to under a hundred words.

Thank you for the interest! ♥

[scintilla10]

1. I love the combination of sharpness and sweetness here.

2. Aw, I like this glimpse of Cassie.

3. Aaah, LISA. This "resolution" to her plotline was so frustratingly ill-thought-out. Grr.

4. OMG I LOVE THIS. ♥__♥ I am a huge fan of Jo/Bela and I am in total support of you writing MOAR. ;D

[nonisland]

Thank you! ♥

The more I think about what happened to Lisa, the more unsettling it is (obviously it's horrifying, but there's so much that she probably isn't going to be able to keep having forgotten--does she even remember why she moved? what about her sister's memories of things Lisa might have told her? aaargh).

I am trying to figure out a plot for MOAR Jo/Bela. It sort of grew on me as I was writing it. :D