Prompt fic, Game of Thrones

More prompt fic for universe_the: prompt is from trivher: "Girl, you'll be a woman soon." Though I mostly thought of silly stuff related to this, here is what came out.

Bloodflower
Fandom: Game of Thrones
Word count: 300

Arya opens her hands in the glow of the burning torches and feels heat of the fire, the warmth of the dark blood slipping between her fingers. "Valar Morghulis" -- a harsh whisper in her ear -- "Valar Dohaeris." She lifts her arms skyward, and lets the blood drip down onto her face …

…the splash on her cheek is cold, and as she opens her eyes another hits her nose. Hard ground beneath her, cool breeze skimming her skin, dark all around, and the intermingled sound of the patter of the rain, the snort of a horse, and the snoring of a huge lump of a man nearby. She shifts on the damp earth and breathes as waking reality strips off the heat of the dream. It's a familiar ritual--she'd been having this particular dream since she ended the Frey man. She moves to rub her face when a coppery tang makes her freeze. Yes, the dream was always realistic, but never….she darts out a wary tongue and tastes blood.

Sitting up, she slides her hands into a patch of ice-colored moonlight and sees dark smears on her fingers. She swallows a sob as realization seeps in, and feels beneath her to confirm. All those years hearing Nurse talk to Sansa about the time of her flowering, hoping some miracle would render her immune. And so. Here, now.

For a moment she thinks fixedly of her Nurse, and her sister, and her mother, and tries to remember what it was like to be in the company of other females.

Shoving the feelings down deep, she clambers to her feet and strides to the moon-dappled stream, to wash and do whatever else a warrior -- warrior woman -- must to ready herself for the coming day on the field of battle.

Prompt fic, Buffy the Vampire Slayer

More prompt fic for universe_the: prompt is from trivher: "Dessert for breakfast."

Room Service
Fandom: Buffy
Words: 328
Note: This can be inserted into this silly Sherlock BBC/Buffy crossover I occasionally work on for various challenges…

Yawning, Willow wandered into the sitting room to find Xander pouncing on a cloth-covered cart. "You ordered breakfast already?"

"Yup," he grinned. "If there's one thing good about this whole situation, it's unlimited English room service!" He lifted a domed lid and speared a sausage. "Especially now that I've figured out what they mean by 'bangers.' And 'bubble and squeak.'" He grabbed a plate and began to fill it. "But the piece-de-resistance" -- flourishing another silver lid -- "a taste of home, I ordered biscuits!" He lifted the last lid and paused, staring at the neat pile of what looked like chocolate cookies.

"Cookies! This isn't what I--oh." His face fell. "I guess that's just one more thing that's not like home." He slumped down on the couch and stared at the cart.

Willow leaned over the back of the couch and looked sympathetic. Try as they might to make the best of their situation--and being in London was pretty fantastic--being homesick was a part of it, for sure.

Xander seemed to be taking it harder than any of them, weirdly since his home life had been anything but happy. But still, to see all your childhood and teen-year memories, fraught as they were with drunken rants, sleeping bags in the backyard, getting your comic books rained on, and having to fight vampires every night--to see it all get swallowed up by the earth...well. It had been home, and now it was gone, and they were here in London, looking at a bunch of crimes that might just get everything started up again.

As if in response to her thought, Xander fell back on the couch and gazed at the ceiling, moodily nibbling on a chocolate digestive.

Willow leaned way over and wrinkled her nose in front of Xander's face. "Never mind, X-man," she said fondly. "'Eat Dessert First.' You can make it your life philosophy." And ignoring his grimace, she pitched herself face first on top of him and started to tickle.