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Fic: A Beautiful Thing (Leverage, Fairy Tale AU, PG)
Title: A Beautiful Thing
Fandom: Leverage
Characters: Parker and Eliot
Rating: PG
Word Count: 754
Disclaimer: Not mine. If they were, Eliot would have a mandatory shirtless scene every episode. And of course, I would play his love interest.
Summary: AU. Maybe the Big Bad Wolf isn't so bad. Uh… basically this is my version of Little Red Riding Hood. Kind of.
Author’s Notes: I don’t even know, you guys. This popped into my head yesterday, and it’s a little different for me. It’s a timestamp of sorts for a larger AU story I’m working on, and it was written for![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
au_bingo for the prompt “Fantasy & Supernatural: Fairy Tale.”
Once upon a time, in a little village that sat nestled among the mountains in the north, lived a girl named Parker. Parker lived with her mother in a house in town, but one of her favorite things to do was visit her aging grandma, who lived deep in the woods in a little cottage that always smelled of pine and sawdust and apple cider.
Parker knew her grandma was all alone in the woods, so as often as she could, she would travel by Old Man Sterling’s farm and down the winding path that led to her the old woman’s house. Sometimes she would bring along basket full of bread or fruit or sweet cakes and butter to surprise her.
In the little village where Parker grew up, the old folks liked to tell scary stories about a wolf that lived in the woods and ate children who wandered too far from home. They said he was big and strong and had sharp teeth and claws, and that he would sometimes run off with travelers who had the misfortune of finding him in the woods.
But Parker didn’t pay much mind to such tales. For her, the woods were a place of beauty and warmth and magic. She liked to sit in the clearing, listening to the trees talk to each other and trying to catch a glimpse of fairies or elves or pixies. She would lie on her back and look straight up at the bits and pieces of sky that peeked through the tops of the trees. There were no monsters living the woods, only beautiful things.
One evening, as she was walking to her grandma’s house, Parker heard a twig crack in the woods and thought she saw someone off in the shadows. She wasn’t particularly frightened by the noise, but she was a curious girl, and she wanted to know who was there. She called out to the shadows, but the noise stopped and whoever she had seen was gone. Parker was a bit disappointed, but she continued to her grandma’s house and soon forgot about the noise.
The next evening, Parker packed a basket full of cakes and butter and left her little house to walk down the winding path to her visit her grandma. But as she was about to enter to woods, she saw a tall, ragged man with wild eyes run out of Old Man Sterling’s farm holding a knife. When the man saw Parker, he made a scary face and started to chase her.
Clutching her basket, Parker ran into the woods as fast as she could, hoping to find a safe place to hide. But the man soon caught up to her, and when he did, he held out his knife and walked menacingly toward her.
Then he appeared, just like in the stories the old folks had told. The wolf. He was bigger than a normal wolf, and his fur was matted and untamed. He let out a deep snarl as he emerged from the shadows, and when he saw Parker, he took a step toward her and sniffed her.
After a moment, he turned toward the man with the knife, lunging at him with a growl.
Parker covered her face and and sat huddled against the nearest tree. After a few minutes, the woods fell silent, and she opened her eyes. A few feet away sat the wolf, quietly watching her with clear blue eyes that seemed almost human. When it became clear to Parker that the wolf wasn’t planning to eat her, she pulled out a piece of the cake she’d been taking to her grandma and tossed it in front of him. He sniffed the cake, then swallowed it in one gulp.
Standing up on all fours, the wolf crept slowly over to Parker, towering over her seated form. With a burst of courage, she reached out her hand and lightly petted his fur. It was softer than she would have imagined. Without warning, the wolf’s tongue shot out of his mouth and licked Parker across the face.
Then suddenly, the wolf ran away, disappearing into the same woods from which he had come.
Parker never told her mother or any of the villagers about the wolf that had saved her life. She knew they would all be frightened and might even try to hurt him. But to Parker, the wolf wasn’t the stuff of scary stories. He was a hero with clear blue eyes and soft fur.
Parker knew there were no monsters living in the woods, only beautiful things.
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Fandom: Leverage
Characters: Parker and Eliot
Rating: PG
Word Count: 754
Disclaimer: Not mine. If they were, Eliot would have a mandatory shirtless scene every episode. And of course, I would play his love interest.
Summary: AU. Maybe the Big Bad Wolf isn't so bad. Uh… basically this is my version of Little Red Riding Hood. Kind of.
Author’s Notes: I don’t even know, you guys. This popped into my head yesterday, and it’s a little different for me. It’s a timestamp of sorts for a larger AU story I’m working on, and it was written for
au_bingo for the prompt “Fantasy & Supernatural: Fairy Tale.”Once upon a time, in a little village that sat nestled among the mountains in the north, lived a girl named Parker. Parker lived with her mother in a house in town, but one of her favorite things to do was visit her aging grandma, who lived deep in the woods in a little cottage that always smelled of pine and sawdust and apple cider.
Parker knew her grandma was all alone in the woods, so as often as she could, she would travel by Old Man Sterling’s farm and down the winding path that led to her the old woman’s house. Sometimes she would bring along basket full of bread or fruit or sweet cakes and butter to surprise her.
In the little village where Parker grew up, the old folks liked to tell scary stories about a wolf that lived in the woods and ate children who wandered too far from home. They said he was big and strong and had sharp teeth and claws, and that he would sometimes run off with travelers who had the misfortune of finding him in the woods.
But Parker didn’t pay much mind to such tales. For her, the woods were a place of beauty and warmth and magic. She liked to sit in the clearing, listening to the trees talk to each other and trying to catch a glimpse of fairies or elves or pixies. She would lie on her back and look straight up at the bits and pieces of sky that peeked through the tops of the trees. There were no monsters living the woods, only beautiful things.
One evening, as she was walking to her grandma’s house, Parker heard a twig crack in the woods and thought she saw someone off in the shadows. She wasn’t particularly frightened by the noise, but she was a curious girl, and she wanted to know who was there. She called out to the shadows, but the noise stopped and whoever she had seen was gone. Parker was a bit disappointed, but she continued to her grandma’s house and soon forgot about the noise.
The next evening, Parker packed a basket full of cakes and butter and left her little house to walk down the winding path to her visit her grandma. But as she was about to enter to woods, she saw a tall, ragged man with wild eyes run out of Old Man Sterling’s farm holding a knife. When the man saw Parker, he made a scary face and started to chase her.
Clutching her basket, Parker ran into the woods as fast as she could, hoping to find a safe place to hide. But the man soon caught up to her, and when he did, he held out his knife and walked menacingly toward her.
Then he appeared, just like in the stories the old folks had told. The wolf. He was bigger than a normal wolf, and his fur was matted and untamed. He let out a deep snarl as he emerged from the shadows, and when he saw Parker, he took a step toward her and sniffed her.
After a moment, he turned toward the man with the knife, lunging at him with a growl.
Parker covered her face and and sat huddled against the nearest tree. After a few minutes, the woods fell silent, and she opened her eyes. A few feet away sat the wolf, quietly watching her with clear blue eyes that seemed almost human. When it became clear to Parker that the wolf wasn’t planning to eat her, she pulled out a piece of the cake she’d been taking to her grandma and tossed it in front of him. He sniffed the cake, then swallowed it in one gulp.
Standing up on all fours, the wolf crept slowly over to Parker, towering over her seated form. With a burst of courage, she reached out her hand and lightly petted his fur. It was softer than she would have imagined. Without warning, the wolf’s tongue shot out of his mouth and licked Parker across the face.
Then suddenly, the wolf ran away, disappearing into the same woods from which he had come.
Parker never told her mother or any of the villagers about the wolf that had saved her life. She knew they would all be frightened and might even try to hurt him. But to Parker, the wolf wasn’t the stuff of scary stories. He was a hero with clear blue eyes and soft fur.
Parker knew there were no monsters living in the woods, only beautiful things.
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