Moonbeam: A Timeline series companion

fic prompts (2)

I've actually had these written for a couple days, but didn't feel like posting them. I can't remember who requested what, y'all will just have to read through the whole thing to find yours, sorry but I have had a lot of notifications since I last posted this and don't feel like looking back to find who said what.

"Things you said after you kissed me"

Human AU, third person past tense because I felt like it at the time I guess. (I literally don't remember writing this so your guess is as good as mine.) Domestic fluff!!! This is absolutely tooth-rotting, be warned.

Darkstalker and Clearsight

Darkstalker looked so beautiful, the morning sun streaming through the kitchen windows, sunbeams glowing through his curly dark brown hair. He flicked the kettle on, rubbing his eyes. She crept down the stairs, trying to be light on her feet, so as not to wake the kids up so early.

"Hey, gorgeous," Clearsight said, hugging him from behind and resting her head on his shoulder.

He laughed. "Were you trying to sneak up on me?"

"A little," she admitted, biting her lip. "You woke me up. I thought I could startle you as payback." She punched him--more of a light brush with her fist really.

"Well, I'm terrified," he said wryly. He had those spaceship-patterned pyjama pants on, which she thought were adorable. She let go of him, if only to dart around, and bury her face in his chest, holding on even tighter.

He ruffled her hair. "Is everything okay? You're being so touchy today."

She could hear the electric kettle, slowly coming to a boil on the kitchen counter behind them.

"And? Are you complaining?" she asked, raising her eyebrows.

He pressed a kiss to her forehead. "No. Just an observation."

She climbed up on the counter, so she wouldn't have to keep standing on her tiptoes, and pulled him in for a kiss. His lips were a little chapped from winter air, and he tasted like mint toothpaste, which for some reason made her giggle.

"What?" he asked, breaking away for a moment.

"Nothing," she murmured, closing her eyes, and pulling him in again. She could feel his heartbeat beneath her fingertips. (He's okay, he's all right, he's really here. And isn't that some kind of miracle?)

The kettle clicked off, signalling the water for coffee had boiled.

They broke apart, laughing a little. He tucked a strand of curly black hair behind her ear.

"You're not a half-bad kisser. Have I ever told you that before?" he asked, arching an eyebrow at her. He had the best poker face, somehow managing not to giggle even a bit.

She burst into laughter.

"Things you said when you cried so hard you thought you'd never be okay again"

Human AU, third person past tense. I imagine he's about sixteen in this one, and probably had just gotten in a fight with Clearsight about something stupid.

Darkstalker and Whiteout

He never liked crying when he knew his family could hear it. He'd gotten good at crying silently, holding a pillow close to his chest and burying his face in it, trying to hold back sobs.

But what did it matter, now? It all felt so distant and abstract.

He resisted the urge to throw his phone across the room "FUCK!" He shouted.