Drabble/Icon Challenge 2024: Day 2

[angelus2hot]

Today's prompts:
A phrase: A country mile
Words: sunrise, bright
A song title: What's He Doing In My World
Color: Peach

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[skargasm.livejournal.com]

day 2 tick!

Unexpected Encounter (Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski)

[simplyn2deep.livejournal.com]

Derek crept through the darkened alleyways of Beacon Hills, his senses alert for any sign of trouble. Despite his efforts to avoid the chaos of supernatural disturbances, trouble had a way of finding him. Tonight was no exception.

A sudden commotion drew his attention—a flash of movement and the sound of hurried footsteps. Derek's instincts kicked in as he raced towards the source of the disturbance. In a small clearing, he found Stiles surrounded by a group of rogue werewolves.

Without hesitation, Derek lunged into action, dispatching the attackers with swift efficiency. Stiles, wide-eyed but unharmed, watched in awe as Derek effortlessly took down their adversaries.

When the last of the werewolves retreated into the shadows, Derek turned to face Stiles. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice gruff with concern.

Stiles nodded, still processing the adrenaline rush of the encounter. "Yeah, thanks to you," he replied, his voice shaky but grateful.

Derek studied Stiles intently, the dim moonlight casting shadows across his rugged features. "What were you doing out here?" Derek asked, his tone softened slightly.

Stiles shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant despite the lingering fear. "Just... exploring," he said vaguely, knowing Derek could see through his flimsy excuse.

Derek's eyebrows furrowed in concern. "You shouldn't be out here alone," he admonished gently.

Stiles met Derek's gaze, feeling an unexpected surge of warmth in his chest. "Yeah, well... what's a guy gotta do to stay out of trouble in this town?" he quipped nervously.

Derek didn't smile, but the corner of his mouth twitched in amusement. "Stay away from dark alleys," he replied wryly.

Stiles chuckled weakly, the tension beginning to ebb away. "Noted," he said, his voice quieter now.

They stood in silence for a moment, the weight of the night's events hanging between them. Stiles couldn't deny the rush of relief he felt knowing Derek was there to protect him, even if it was just for tonight.

Derek broke the silence first, his voice unexpectedly soft. "What's a human like you doing in my world?" he murmured to himself.

Stiles blinked in surprise at the question, realizing Derek's concern went deeper than he had imagined. "I guess I just... needed to see it for myself," he admitted quietly.

Derek nodded, his expression unreadable in the shadows. "Well, be careful," he said finally, his voice a rare mix of caution and genuine concern.

Stiles nodded in response, grateful for Derek's unspoken offer of protection. As they parted ways, Stiles couldn't help but wonder if their paths would cross again—and if, next time, he might have the courage to ask Derek more about his world and even find a place in it.


oops, a lot more than a drabble.

Re: Unexpected Encounter (Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski)

[cmk418]

Nice use of the prompt. I really liked this.

(And it hasn't been easy getting things to hit 100 words exactly, so I'm okay following your word count lead here.)

Re: Unexpected Encounter (Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski)

[simplyn2deep.livejournal.com]

(And it hasn't been easy getting things to hit 100 words exactly, so I'm okay following your word count lead here.)

I honestly thought I could get the scene I had in my head down in 100 words, but as I typed, this is what happened. Almost 500 words.

All For The Game - Jean Moreau & Jeremy Knox - Morning Run

[cmk418]

Jeremy woke to the sound of the door opening. “A little early,” he mumbled.

“I'm used to it,” Jean said.

“Want me to go with?”

“No. Go back to sleep.”

Jean left and started his run.

In Evermore, he'd wake up to an alarm at five a.m. He'd shower, get dressed, and begin his day in the unchanging light of the Nest.

It was Renee that first took him out before dawn, so he could experience the fleeting moments of a golden sky as the sun crested over the horizon. Since then, Jean never could get enough of the sunrise.

[itsanonyx.livejournal.com]

sunrise

Fringe, AltLivia/Lincoln, what's he doing in my world?

[tellshannon815.livejournal.com]

In the first few weeks, sometimes Olivia would look at the other universe’s Lincoln and want to ask what he was doing in her world, where her “own” Lincoln was. It was stupid; she knew exactly where her own Lincoln was, she’d been right there when that asshole shot him, and that the other Lincoln had chosen to stay there to help her team with the shapeshifters. But sometimes she would turn to him and want to reference some in-joke that she had had with her own Lincoln, probably with Charlie too, and then suddenly remember that he wouldn’t know what she was talking about because he hadn’t been around for it.

She couldn’t put her finger on exactly when he had stopped seeming out of place, when she’d stopped looking at this Lincoln and seeing the other, when she’d started having inside jokes with this Lincoln too, but the day when Lincoln said to her that he felt at home in this universe now, Olivia realised that it now felt to her like he belonged with her too.

What's he doing in my world (sort of)

[asphaltcowgrrl.livejournal.com]

He walked into the bullpen and the first thing his eyes landed on was tall, dark, and very charming. When his new captain introduced that walking thirst trap as his new partner, Andrej almost cut and run. Phoenix was still an option, right? But no, he decided to stay in Vegas and pray that he didn’t make a mess of this.

How had he managed to get partnered with a living, breathing version of his deepest, filthiest fantasy? He was going to hell, he was sure, but if he had his way? He’d take this man along for the ride.