Prompt: Star Wars: The Force Awakens: Jessika/Rey - destiny, requested by fresh_brainss
Fandom: Star Wars
Word count: 100
Summary: Jessika sees her destiny in the stars.
As a child, Jessika would look up at the stars and make constellations all her own. From landscapes of faraway places to people she dreamed of meeting, she saw her destiny painted large across the heavens. She lost the habit as she grew, the stars becoming distant and sinister for all their beauty. Over time, she forgot.
She remembers now as Rey laughs and steps toward her, arms outstretched. Hope bubbles around them as though the atmosphere itself is giddy and Rey's smile is like starlight in her eyes. Jessika catches her breath and thinks she sees her destiny there.
Title: Hide and Seek
Prompt: Sailor Moon: Mars/Serenity - hide and seek, requested by killing_kurare
Fandom: Sailor Moon
Word count: 150
Summary: Serenity hides, but she always meant to be found.
“Your Highness?” Mars called. The breeze carried the tinkling bell sound of her princess's giggles from within the gardens. Hiding a smile on a sigh, Mars said, "It will grow dark soon."
"Of course," said Serenity, sounding so near, though Mars spun to see only rustling leaves at the corner of a wall of shrubbery. "That's the point of the thing."
"What thing is that?" Mars asked, rounding the corner. White fabric, glimmering and fine, flagged her from within the greenery a few paces ahead. Grinning despite herself, Mars strode forward and tugged. She blinked as it came loose, fluttering to the ground at her feet. Recognition of Serenity's gown set a fire in her belly that licked her cheeks. "Ah."
Yet another giggle caught her attention, baiting her onward yet. It wasn't much longer before she happened upon her princess, but then Serenity had never meant to stay hidden.
Prompt: Batman Beyond: Dana/Max - Prom date, requested by killing_kurare
Fandom: Batman Beyond
Pairing: Dana/Max, Dana/Terry
Word count: 200
Summary: Teey flaked out again, but Max is there to clean up the mess.
Dana threw herself into the seat before her vanity and slumped onto her elbows, shaking and swallowing sobs. Terry had spent the last month promising her that nothing would to ruin this night. Only to be pulled away at the last minute by some unnamed emergency. She understood Terry had a job to do, but Wayne was the richest man in town. Wasn't there anyone else who could handle it?
Couldn't she come first just this once?
A knock on the door stole her breath and she was stumbling to answer it before she even knew she'd risen. She threw it open, not sure if she was going to hug Terry or knock him on his back-- but the decision was taken from her, because it wasn't Terry at the door.
"Sorry," said Max, a complicated look upon her face. She was dressed to the nines and holding out a corsage that matched Dana's dress perfectly. "I know I'm not who you want to see."
Warmth wrapped around the chill in her gut and Dana stepped out with an almost genuine laugh. She threw her arms around Max's shoulders and said, "Believe me-- right now I'd much rather see you."
Prompt: Disney: Belle/Esmeralda - dance, requested by lenaluthors
Fandom: Disney's Beauty and the Beast/Disney's Hunchback of Notre Dame
Word count: 250
Summary: Belle explores Paris.
Paris is just as beautiful as Belle dreamed. She walks the streets until she's dizzy and then keeps walking, never retracing her steps. She wants to see everything, to devour the city like the words in her books.
Music, the shuffle of feet and the clomp-clomp of hooves draw her attention through a small, shifting crowd at a corner. She steps around them, eager for more of what the city has to offer. The first thing she sees is the goat, hopping and dancing. When she sees the woman with the tambourine, Belle wonders how she could have seen anything else-- she certainly doesn't now. The woman catches her eye and smiles, slow and warm; Belle's breath trips over the feeling that she's the one being read (being devoured).
The captivating performer steps toward her after a few moments more, and that's when Belle realizes she's begun swaying in time to the woman's movements. A hand reaches for her and she's beckoned, "Come on, it's okay."
She lets herself be drawn forward and led through a few lively steps, reminding herself to follow the music and not the rhythm of her own heart pounding in her ears. It's too much for her, though, trying to follow such grace, and she ducks away with a laugh.
"You did well," the woman assures in a whisper in her ear, hand squeezing Belle's shoulder before releasing her.
Belle laughs again, murmuring thanks. She hesitates, then settles in to watch just a while longer.