A/N: I decided to post several drabbles at once so as not to spam people who have me on author alert. I procrastinated on these horribly and have a lot of drabbling to do!
The Twilight Twenty-Five
Prompt #: 11
Pen name: shoefreak37
Pairing: Leah
Rating: K
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The stains in the backseat of the car are hard to miss under the bright light streaming through the clean windows. Leah throws down an old, wool blanket to cover them, unsure of why she wants them hidden. She gingerly places the camera that belonged to her father where she can easily reach it and grabs the map, her keys.
The engine purrs, recently tuned by Jacob. Leah is taking a vacation, letting loose, trying to be young. She is young.
Backing out of her driveway, she waves to Seth, a feeling of hope warming her chest, and she drives.
The Twilight Twenty-Five
Prompt #: 14
Pen name: shoefreak37
Pairing: Sasha/Vasilii
Rating: M
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Sasha screamed as she thrashed against the two members of the Volturi guard that kept her restrained. Unable to stand by idly, she struggled and begged as she watched the tiny vampire she had created, Vasilii, climb a tree in a fruitless attempt to hide.
Closing her eyes when Vasilii's cries became deafening, Sasha implored the Volturi to let her hold him, to destroy them together.
"No," Aro answered. "You brought him death the first time, did you not? Why worry for his comfort now?"
Sasha cried out until Vasilli was silent, her heart left as empty as her arms.
The Twilight Twenty-Five
Prompt #: 15
Pen name: shoefreak37
Pairing: Victoria
Rating: K+
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Victoria loved the ocean.
The first time she swam in it, she was six, her arms and legs tightly wound around her mother. Laughing, her mother had spun them in slow circles, pretending they were a washing machine until Victoria wasn't afraid.
The second time she swam in it, she was fourteen, awkward in adolescence. She had leapt in, fearless, too cool to play Marco Polo when her mother suggested it.
The third time, Victoria was immortal, and she swam so deep and so far that she no longer saw the sky. She struggled, trying to remember the first time.
The Twilight Twenty-Five
Prompt #: 16
Pen name: shoefreak37
Pairing: Felix
Rating: K+
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"You're fired," the red-faced man said. Felix was perplexed.
"But, why?" Felix asked, knowing he'd been on his best behavior.
"You know Mary from accounting?" the man asked. Felix muttered the name to himself several times, finally remembering. Mary was the one that smelled like O negative.
"Ah! Yes...Mary," Felix smiled.
"She says you keep invading her personal space. Something about kissing her neck. We just don't put up with that kind of thing."
Felix should've known office work wasn't for him. He called Aro, who had written him a wonderful reference, and begged for his old job back.
The Twilight Twenty-Five
Prompt #: 17
Pen name: shoefreak37
Pairing: Sue/Charlie
Rating: K+
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Charlie Swan didn't dance, but, with Sue, he did. He'd forgotten what the shape of a woman felt like, and he couldn't remember it ever feeling so good.
Taking her to a fancy restaurant in Seattle, Charlie had an important question to ask. He took the abundance of fish he'd caught that morning as a sign of good faith from Harry, but Charlie still had trepidations.
Underneath the brightly lit chandelier, in the middle of the dance floor, Charlie asked Sue to be his wife. Without missing a step, Sue replied yes, and Charlie's grin made that chandelier look dim.
The Twilight Twenty-Five
Prompt #: 18
Pen name: shoefreak37
Pairing: Phil/Renee
Rating: T
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The rainfall outside was steady and Renee stared out the window, wishing she could go for a walk.
Phil sat quietly on the sofa, the only sound coming from his pencil scratching as he scribbled on a piece of scratch paper.
"What are you doing, babe?" Renee asked. Phil looked at her, startled by the abrupt sound of her voice.
"I was trying to draw you a picture of a sunny day, but I'm a shitty artist," he replied, holding up several pieces of paper.
Renee tugged Phil to his feet, pulling him outside, deciding to take that walk anyway.
