Okay, so I have a treat for you. I stole this 'alphabet' prompt from Seamagik...basically, she wrote drabbles for 26 letters of the alphabet for the Dark Angel fandom, and I'm going to do the same for Degrassi.
Some drabbles will be AU, some will be angsty, some will be smutty, some will be fluffy, but they'll all be between 100-200 words, and all Eclare. The ratings will differ, but I'm putting it at M to be safe, because it will basically slide-scale from K to M.
I hope you like this, and I don't own :)
A - Asymptote
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They were so close. At the end of everyday, he'd crawl into bed and wonder how different his life could have been. Why couldn't they just go back to that day? He'd fight this time. Just one more chance, please. In his dreams they ride on separate trains, why he doesn't know. He can't see where the tracks begin or where they end, only where they come so close that two lovers on opposite cars can share a single kiss before they speed off in opposite directions, never to see each other again. And he hates that day because they miss their chance when she decides to follow her head, and before they understand that they can never be together now, the tracks already pull apart to opposite ends of the earth, never to touch again. And he knew it was only because he'd been so stupid.
F - First
-x-
And it hurts. She claws at his back, whimpering, and he soothes, sorrysorrysorry. They're naked and sweaty and she didn't think it would be this bad. He tries moving slower, gentler, holds her at a different angle, all the while kissing her and chanting her name. She's happy, so so happy, but the pain doesn't subside, so he pulls out. She's about to apologize, can feel the tears coming, but he looks at her and her heart flutters and he pulls her close. "Come here," he says, and she can feel his breath tickle her thighs and oh. Oh. "Move your hips," he breathes. "Up, like that," he groans. There, she gasps, and "...no, just wait, okay, oh..." Her body relaxes, and she feels like she's on fire and ohmygod. She's shaking when they try again, and this time it's warm and smooth and she collapses hearing IloveyouIloveyouIloveyou. She gives him her heart and a kiss and drowns in it.
Y - Yours
-x-
Every morning she looks at the photo on her way down the spiral staircase. Her three children smile back at her, and she touches the glass with her fingertips. Liam, her eldest, eyes blue and bright, smiling like he knows a secret. Lily, her middle child, looks at the camera under her loose blonde curls, her smile innocent and shy all at once. They are truly hers, polite and kindhearted and smart. Proper. They stand close together, and it's obvious that they share a tender affection. They have their father's hair and nose and chin, and the rest they take from her. But her youngest, Ben...he's his father's son. His eyes green and piercing, his bow lips curved in a mischievous smirk. You'll only notice if you look closely that he's set apart. Clare's hand rests on his shoulder, but no one else seems to be connected to him. "He's yours," she whispers, and it isn't fair and it isn't right, and she's married to a man who's too good to her, but in love with one who's dead.
I'll try my hardest to have more up soon! Review? ;)