Fic Meme

[blueeyedliz]

Seen on LOADSA journals.

My muse is beyond stubborn lately but this looks like fun...and it'll give my muse a good kick up the backside.  I'll be replying to all the prompts over the Christmas period.

Tell me about a story I haven't written, and I will give you 1-3 sentences from or about it.

SPN or J2!

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[blueeyedliz]

This is a tad long :)

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Of all the rooms in the Ackles Home for the Young and Destitute, Jared seems to greatly favor the modest library located high up in the lofty confines of the fourth floor. He spends many contented hours there with his long legs curled up underneath him, sitting on the comfortable window seat and pouring over picture books.

At first, Jensen believes this must be because Jared cannot read but it’s only later that he realises Jared simply prefers the pictures. The book Jared studies most often is one about birds. He lingers long on the first page, staring at the black and white etching that depicts a hawk, mid flight. It’s Jensen’s favorite picture too, has been since he was a small child. The sense of limitless freedom, of unknown promise, is so palpable you can feel it rising in waves from the fragile, yellowing page.

Jared’s built a world from his own imagination. He escapes into it often, losing himself to fantastical daydreams. He doesn’t talk about them to Jensen of course, no-one has ever heard a single sound uttered from Jared’s lips but Jensen recognises a fellow dreamer when he sees one. The far-away wistful look Jared gets in his eyes makes the gold and hazel swirls deepen to fathomless depths.

[blueeyedliz]

Some of the other boys are prone to teasing Jared, pulling at his too-long hair and calling him dim-witted. It makes Jensen’s temper heat like hell-fire and although he may only be no more than three years older than the boys he teaches, any of his students who like to play with hurtful words leave his classroom with tears stinging their eyes and scarlet palms criss-crossed with marks from his hazel switch.

It’s December and freezing cold, the grounds outside the Ackles Home buried with fresh snow. On bitter nights like these, Jensen takes supper in his parlour by the fire and always invites a handful of his very favorite students. Supper tonight consists of sweet tea and bread smothered with beef dripping. Jared isn’t there despite the invitation and the pleasantness of the evening, which Jensen usually enjoys, is marred by his absence.

When almost everyone has retired to bed, Jensen takes a tin plate and mug and makes the climb up the winding stairs to the library, knowing in his heart that that is where Jared will be.

True enough, Jared is at the window-seat, flipping through a book and probably straining his eyes since the waning moon and candlelight are lending their gifts poorly tonight. Jared smiles when he lifts his head and sees Jensen, and something communicated in that look draws Jensen over to his side. Jensen carefully touches Jared’s thin shoulder and feels the tremble of cold already settled pitiless deep in the boy’s bones. He pushes the tea and toast into Jared’s hands and smiles as he watches Jared quickly drain the mug and wolf down the toast, catching crumbs in his cupped palm.

[blueeyedliz]

When Jared has finished, he leans forward and surprises Jensen with the gift of a warm kiss that is sticky sweet and perfect.

“Jensen.” Jared whispers on a drawn-out exhale, the word passing between their lips.

Jensen tilts back his head and gapes, stunned speechless. It’s unequivocally the greatest thing he’s ever heard. “Say it again,” he says eagerly.

Jared smiles and whispers again, “Jensen, Jensen, Jensen.”

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[locknkey]

this is just wonderful - really! such a beautiful sense of atmosphere and a perfect sweet ending!

[devon99]

This is so lovely, sweetie. And you wrote so much!! Thank you. As always, beautifully done.

[twigletmoo]

Oh... I almost forgot to breathe...

Beautiful.

xxx

[billysgirl5]

That was lovely and so full of hope!