Title: Rainy Weekend
Prompt: rain
Character: Casey Connor, Zeke Tyler
Words: 409
Finished: November 2017

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Casey stared out of the window; rain was pouring down, the sky was gray and dreary. Like his mood. This was not fair. The first weekend for months he was free to do what he wanted. The tests at school were finally over, and his parents were on their way to Idaho to visit an old friend of his dad.

Zeke had suggested a trip to the Moshannon State Forest; he knew Casey well enough to guess what his photographer heart would love. But now, this excellent plan was rained off, literally.

The GTO stopped in front of the Connor's house; quickly, Zeke stepped in and closed the door behind him.
„Puh, that's a foul weather today.“
He bent forward for a kiss.
„Hey, what's wrong? You've a face as long as a fiddle.“

Casey sighed, trying hard to fight his disappointment.
„It's nothing, sorry. But I couldn't wait to finally go to the Moshannon Forest. A nice photo trip, spending some alone time together with you.“

Zeke chuckled slightly.
„I'm here. And a whole weekend is lying ahead of us. Where is the problem?“

„It's raining cats and dogs.“

„Well, sometimes even the best-laid plans can go wrong,“ Zeke agreed.
„And it can never hurt to have an emergency plan.“

„I guess you are right; I'm a drama queen again. Do you want to go over into your garage? We could watch a movie. Maybe order a pizza.“

„Hm.“
Zeke scratched his nose.
„What do you think about the Glenlaurel Scottish Inn?“

Casey smirked.
„Insider tip. Pretty romantic shit. Stan has thought about it to invite Stokes for a long weekend, but she preferred to go to Akron, to the Bloody Con.“

Zeke laughed.
„Why this doesn't surprise me? What's with you? You like romance.“

„Hm. You think Stan is interested in spending a romantic weekend with me? Very unlikely.“

„Good for him.“
Zeke grinned wide and pulled a key out of his pocket.
„A cottage just for the two of us. A fireplace in the bedroom, a whirlpool in the bathroom, a roofed porch. Room service around the clock. We don't even have to leave the bed if we don't want to.“

For a moment, Casey felt out of words.
„You are fooling me; the inn is booked up months in advance.“

„Aawww. Never underestimate your brilliant boyfriend.

So, ready to leave this hellhole of town behind for the best rainy weekend ever?“

Title: Teamwork
Characters: Zeke Tyler
Word Count: 148
prompt: school
Finished: November 2017

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Zeke dropped his book onto the table. His mood was low. Teamwork. He hated teamwork. Especially he hated teamwork with Casey Connor.

Any other would agree to do the homework alone and to share the result with Zeke; everyone knew he wouldn't be niggard with a thank you. Casey, though, was different, not interested in cigarettes, faked ID cards or porn magazines. He was a good boy, insisting that they would meet at the school's library in the afternoon to do all the work together.

When Casey entered the room, Zeke cringed inwardly. Not because of the too wide jeans or the stupid checkered shirt, not even because of the camera around his neck, which outright cried: I'm the world's greatest geek. It was because of a pair of striking blue eyes that always made Zeke's heart beat faster and aroused dreams he didn't like in the slightest.

Title: The Old Orchard
Characters: Zeke Tyler, Casey Connor
Word Count: 702
prompt: apples
Finished: October 2018

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Zeke stopped the GTO near the clearing. „So, what do you think? It's a great place, isn't it?“

Casey let his eyes wander. An abandoned orchard; old trees, peas, apples, and cherries, which seemed to live in harmony with the nature around. Wildflowers on the ground, ivy covered the trunks of the trees. Birds in the branches, squirrels and a little duck family on its way to the small pond at the end of the clearing. Yes, it was a beautiful place in the dawning sun; he could probably take some interesting photos. Still a riddle, though, why Zeke insisted on driving about 100 miles to bring him here. There were other places similar to this much nearer to Herrington.

„The apples are ripe now; they are juicy and sweet. You need to try them.“

„Okay.“ Casey turned around to his boyfriend, slightly frowning. „Since when do you care about apples?“

„Healthy food.“

„Sure. Says the junk food lover.“

Zeke's grin turned into a soft smile. „I was here often when I was a child. The place was part of a farm back then and not so magic. But I loved it to come here; I was free and happy.“ He paused shortly before continuing. „It was my grandmother's farm. She was great and did her best to keep the farm running. Went to the farmers market twice a week to sell her homemade stuff. Marmalade. Apple wine. I remember, once I sneaked one of the jars.“ He laughed slightly. „Luckily, it was a new one with only a little alcohol, but I got a nice hangover anyway. All she did was to bring me to bed and to tell me: 'That's a lesson only the life can teach you.'“

Casey had listened in silence. It didn't often happen that Zeke talked about his childhood, and when he did, it was mostly depressing memories. He had never told anything about his grandmother before and about his obvious love to her.

„Seems as if she is great,“ he murmured.

Zeke smiled and grabbed for his hand. „She was,“ he agreed. „The rare times together with her were the best of my life. Despite my parents, she was always there for me; she believed in me. My life would have taken a different route if I had grown up with her.

But I wasn't allowed to see her often. My father never was close to her; not a surprise, you can't picture two people more different than these two. When I was eight years old, he said that she had too much bad influence on me, and he decided to send me to a boarding school.“

The grip around Casey's hand tightened; it hurt, but Casey didn't pull back. He had noticed the tears sparkling in Zeke's eyes.

„I have never seen her again,“ Zeke whispered. „She died two years later, and I wasn't even allowed to go and see her for a last time.“

Casey swallowed hard. „I'm sorry.“ This was lame, but what else could he do then offering some comfort? It didn't happen often that he felt so helpless.

But Zeke shook his head. „No need to, Case. Yes, I was broken back then. Full of hate and loneliness, I was sure I would never meet someone like her again. Someone who does believe in me no matter what I do. Who can love me like I am. But then... I met you.“

Not able to hold back any longer, Casey started to sniff.

„Hey, stop that, you dumb shit!“ Zeke pulled his face. „I didn't tell you to make you feel miserable.“

„ I know. It's just...“ Casey breathed in deeply while fighting his tears back. „I'm so happy that you are finally letting me deeper into your life.“ He paused, then he put his arms around Zeke. „Hey, I just got an idea. Why don't we pick up some of the apples for my Mom? I'm not sure if she can't make apple vine, but her German apple cake is delicious.“

„Sounds like a plan.“ Zeke grabbed Casey's hand and pulled him over to the old orchard.

Title: A short break
Prompt: moonlight
Character: Maggie Greene, Glen Rhee
Words: 100
Finished: October 2017

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Maggie rested her head on Glen's shoulder and sighed slightly.

„You okay,“ he asked, and the worried undertone in his voice let her smile.

„Couldn't be better,“ she reassured him. „It's a wonderfully warm and peaceful autumn night. The sky without clouds, the stars, and the moonlight, it couldn't be more perfect.“

And Glen held her in his arms, thinking about it that he would have given all he still owned to make the world pause, to hold on to this moment of peace, to make her forget how much the world had changed, at least for one night.

Title: The Baby Owl
Prompt: owl
Character: Casey Connor, Zeke Tyler
Words: 177
Finished: October 2017

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Zeke stopped, frowning. „What's that,“ he asked.

Casey looked at his friend questioningly. „What's what?“

„Over there.“ Zeke pointed into the thick coppice next to them. „Looks like a baby owl.“

Casey smiled when he noticed the little bird sitting on the ground, watching them with curious, dark eyes. „Yeah,“ he agreed. „It's a barn owl. Cute little fellow. And so photogenic.“

While he grabbed his camera, Zeke huffed slightly. „Much too small, I would say. What is he doing here all alone? Do you think he's fallen out of his nest?“

Casey shook his head. „Probably not. Young birds often leave the nest, though they can't even fly. Usually, their parents take care of them nevertheless.“
He pointed up to the trees. „Listen. Can you hear the cooing noises? Probably, they are just waiting for us to leave; then, they will come to feed him.“

„Oh, that's good.“ Zeke grinned. „I've already started to worry that after the stray cat and the two hedgehogs, I will have to add a baby owl into my private zoo.“

Seven Mini Fills

Prompt: 3 sentences - Any, any, losing your memory
Smith watched Kurdy sitting at the fire, a book in his hands but obviously not reading; it was his mother's birthday today; a mother he had loved and lost all too early; during the first days of the Big Days, his father had shot her, not of hate but out of love, because he hadn't been able to endure her suffering any longer.

Sometimes, it was a relief not to be able to remember anything of his past, Smith thought, not his name, not his family, not the good moments that probably had happened in his life before the Big Death plunged the world into chaos, killing all adults, leaving the children behind alone.

All children but him; God had chosen him as his messenger and was his constant companion from then on; but today, God kept quiet, not willing to offer at least some comfort to Kurdy or the rest of the world.


Prompt: strawberries
Smith watched them intently; it was about time his little daughter became familiar with Kurdy, the guy he called his best friend. It was not a big surprise, though, that Rose acted a bit shy; Kurdy was strong, tall, and intimidating, and she looked so small and helpless … even if Smith knew that these first impressions were so wrong.

Kurdy crouched down in front of her and opened his hand; Smith could see the red, ripe fruits in it and he heard his soft voice:” These are strawberries, take one, they are delicious.”


Prompt: paper flower
It didn't often happen that Kurdy felt at a loss for words, but for sure, he was not prepared for this: a little girl with long, brown hair, a shy smile on her lips, some paper flowers in her tiny hands; her words still echoed in his head: 'This is for you. For saving my dad's life' and suddenly he recognized the green-brown eyes and knew it: She was Smith's daughter!


Prompt: 3 sentence fic - ghosts
Kurdy stared at the dark, foggy wall in front of them and huffed, slightly annoyed; he should have known it: a mission together with Smith would never go like expected. All he wanted was to bring this job to an end as quickly as possible and go back to Mountain.

"Don't tell me that you are afraid of ghosts!"

"Whatever is waiting for us in this forest, it's much more horrible than every ghost you can imagine," Smith answered, visibly shuddering.


Prompt: last name
Smith; it was his last name, his first name, his only name, as good as any other. Because he had lost every memory of his past. Because he was God's messenger, and God didn't ask about his name.


Prompt: this is war
Erin watched the long convoy, loaded with men and weapons, leaving the Mountain and sighed. „So, this is war,“ she asked.

Smith thought about God's last message and shook his head. „No, this is just a tiny intermezzo.“


Prompt: (fuck) destiny
"I can't," Smith said. "It's my destiny."

"Fuck destiny," Kurdy growled. "Fuck God. What has he done for us so far, tell me!"

"He did save me. And I'm the one who will save the world."

Sighing, Kurdy gave in.

Title: Purgatory
Characters: Dean Winchester, Benny Lafitte
Prompt: Dean/Benny if he never left purgatory and made a life with Benny there
Word Count: 523 words
Warning: Character Death
Finished: October 2020

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„Sam!“

The voice of Dean was full of panic; he desperately gasped for air; flailing his arms uncontrolled. But Benny knew better than to try to comfort him or even wake him up. He had done once; Dean had freaked out, lashed out at him, even choked him. He had needed all his force to shake him off; then, he had to bind him until he finally started to think clearly again.

It was already a while since Dean had decided not to go back to earth but to stay here with him; hard to say how long: days, weeks, even months, everything was possible. Time in purgatory had lost every importance. The whole existence reduced to fighting and surviving. Usually alone; it was better to trust no one.

The reason why Benny had decided to stay here. As a vampire who had already lived for centuries, he had to bear a many loss. Everyone he loved would die sooner or later. He had been so sick of it. Life in purgatory was much easier; no feelings, no responsibility, no dreams, no hope, no future; always the same grayness around and the knowledge that every moment could be the last one.

Dean had changed everything. He was different than any other monster or human being Benny had ever met. On earth, he was a hunter. If they had met there first, one of them wouldn't be alive anymore. But they met in purgatory. First, it was just an alliance of convenience because they both were looking for a way to survive. But it turned into friendship soon enough, a very close friendship. Until that one night, after a long, tiring fight against some leviathans. Benny couldn't even say how it had happened; he had never been together with a guy in all the years on earth and neither did Dean. But it felt like the only right thing that they became lover.

Afterward, Dean was still lying in his arms, his body so warm and sweaty despite the chilling cold around them. And he had made the decision to stay. Until the end of time, he had said.

Shared fights at day, shared refuges at night. Not alone anymore. Despite all doubting, Benny had gotten used to it all too quickly.

„Sam!“

Dean had told him once that purgatory was the best that could have happened to him: a dark and cruel place, lost like his soul. But the dreams occurred more and more often and pulled him back with full force. Back into his old life where Sam, his brother, was still looking for him.

„No!“

Dean woke with a start, grabbed the big knife beside him, and aimed it at Benny; his eyes were surprisingly calm and dark. The vampire didn't move; he knew this was the end. Dean was still trapped in his dream; he didn't recognize him as his lover, only as a vampire who was going to hurt his brother.

Benny closed his eyes when Dean thrust the sharp blade deep into his body. He was ready to accept his fate. Everything was better than to be alone again.

Title: The Ghost Shark
Prompt: Ghost Shark
Character: Dean Winchester
Words: 274
Finished: Match 2016

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Still shaking, Dean closed his eyes and pulled his little brother into his arms. That had been close; almost too close. He didn't want to think about what this ... thing ... the ghost shark ... would have done with Sam if he hadn't come back in time.

His father had warned them not to leave the shabby cabin. But the comic he was reading had been boring and Sammy was asleep, so he did sneak away to the nearby gas station. Only for some minutes, but when he returned, Sammy was gone.

He found him at the small lake, standing near the beach, staring over the water. It had taken some time until Dean had realized what was going on. The ghost shark his dad was hunting had found them: a blurred, grey, enormous body and black eyes full of hate.

Never before Dean had felt so much panic, inwardly he cried for his dad. He would know what to do, but Dean didn't. He had forced himself to stay calm, pretending to know what to do next. He was the hunter today. If he failed, it wouldn't only mean certain death for Sammy but for him, too.

"Dean!" The sharp voice of his father tore him out of his thoughts. "What's going on?"

"It's nothing, just a nightmare," he lied. "Sammy is okay."

And he took his little brother into his arms to bring him back to bed, and when he felt his arms around his neck, his warm breath, his still-wet face, and his heartbeat, it felt like the truth, at least for the moment.

Title: Memories
Characters: Dean and Sam Winchester
Prompt: young Winchesters, The Summer, the Beach, Youth and Ghosts (Sailor Moon)
Words: 100
Finished: March 2016

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Sam watched the stone flipping over the dark water and smiled. "Do you remember," he asked. "The hot summer we spend at the lake? One of the best memories I have."

Dean kept quiet. Of course, he did remember. But unlike Sam, he was not thinking about the sun, the ice cream, and the fun they had had. It had been late at night; little Sam had long fallen asleep when his dad had torn him out of his sleeping bag.

The ghosts were strong that night, and for the first time, Dean realized what kind of life was waiting for him.

Eleven Minifills and Microfics
Finished 2017-2019

Prompt: 3 sentences - emergency
Zeke cursed loudly and hit the brake as hard as possible; the GTO stopped only a footstep from the boy.

"My mom," he stammered before Zeke could yell at him, "she was cleaning the windows and fell from the ladder; I guess she broke her ankle."

For sure, it was not his business, but a pair of striking blue eyes looked at him so helplessly that Zeke put his hand on Casey's shoulder and said reassuringly: "Don't worry, we will take her to the emergency room; they will know how to help her."


Prompt: why?
"Why did you do that," Casey asked, still feeling shocked.

Zeke eyed him with the usual smug grin on his lips. "Why didn't you stop me?"

"You're such ass!"

Zeke chuckled and pulled him back into his arms for another breathtaking kiss. "That's why you can't resist me."


Prompt: what love is
„Love only exists in fairy tales,“ Zeke said and smirked,“ and don't you think you are a bit too old to believe in them?“

Casey smiled:“ I think you are wrong; my parents have been married for over 20 years already, and they are still happy together; one day, I will find someone I want to spend my life with, too, and yes, I would call this love.“

The thought, that Casey one day would tell another guy: “I love you,“ did hurt much more than Zeke was willing to admit.


Prompt: breakfast in bed
„Good morning, sleepyhead, “ the cheery voice tore Zeke out of his sleep; reluctantly, he opened his eyes and blinked because of the glaring sunlight.

„What the hell, Casey,“ he groaned,“ I hope there is a good reason that you wake me up that early on a day off.“

The boy giggled unfazed, pulled the blanket from Zeke's naked body, and eyed him with sparkling blue eyes:“ Hmmm, it's so hard to decide how to start this day; good morning sex with my oh so hot boyfriend or breakfast in bed with pancakes and chocolate muffins.“


Prompt: 1 sentence - pencils
Casey swallowed hard; it got more and more difficult to follow the lessons since this new boy was in his class with a smug grin on his face and the long, yellow pencil between his lips instead of writing down notes in his exercise book with it, he looked much too hot.


Prompt: one sentence - driving in the middle of the night
His life was a mess; his parents had never cared about him, and he had to learn early to be a lonely fighter to survive; no true friends, no stupid future dreams; he was a realist who preferred to use others before they used him; but when he was driving through the night in his GTO he felt almost happy.


Prompt: first contact
Casey knew his mother would never understand why he suddenly had changed his future plans; being a scientist, working for NASA one day had been his biggest dream since he could remember, but the last Friday at school, his first contact with an alien, had changed everything


Prompt: 3 sentence fic = morning sex
"Casey," Zeke growled, only half awake, "there is one thing you need to learn about me: I'm so not a morning person."

"You are not," his boyfriend asked, teasing, and in the same moment, he pounced on him, tickled him, kissed him, and bit him softly. It didn't last long, and all parts of Zeke's body were fully awake.


Prompt: 25 words = tender
Startled, Casey almost jumped back when Zeke touched his cheek tenderly. The boy smirked. "Don't worry. I would never hurt you, don't you know this?"


Prompt: 25 words = This is weird
Zeke was lying on his bed, wide awake. This was weird. He was the king at school, every guy respected him, all girls were crazy about him. But since he shared a lab-table with this new boy in class, he couldn't think about anything else but his striking blue eyes.


Prompt: drive-in - The Faculty
'Surprise', Zeke had told him when Casey asked where they would go tonight. He hadn't expected a trip to a drive-in. When he opened the box of his burger he blinked.

"What's that?"

Zeke chuckled and pulled him into his arms for a kiss.
"The key to our first apartment."