#sonya fletcher

[angstmongertina]

This is a call-out post for @fatally-procrastinating for rewriting Sonya and making the most precious of characters evil.

And for breaking my (admittedly personal) otp through it.

[n7rogue]

Learning to Thrust

A little ficlet for @fatally-procrastinating, who turns 25 today!! :-) These amazing characters belong to her, I’m just having a little fun with them. ;D

Sonya Fletcher and Michael Harcourt from @sonyafletcherchronicles

One-shot. Not truly canon, but not terribly non-canon either.

SFW

“Please, Miss Fletcher, I must insist.”

“Oh come on, you can’t be serious!” Sonya wanted to throw her sword – no, foil – across the room in frustration.

“I’m sorry, but if you’re going to successfully infiltrate this particular institution, it is imperative that you be skilled enough to blend in. Now, try again.”

Michael handed her a mask and returned to his side of the sparring mat, waiting for her to take her spot across from him once again.

Fencing lessons. Sonya asked herself yet again why on earth she’d agreed to this. Brute strength and sheer force of will were more her style than this ridiculous, rule-ridden sport involving bendy swords and meticulous footwork. She’d probably have better luck head-butting a mavtock than mastering the nuances of fencing. But a particularly fiendish shifter had been preying on women in a classical fencing school in New York, and she really wanted to be the one to take the bastard down, which meant posing as a competitive student.

She glanced at Michael, who stood relaxed yet perfectly poised as he waited. He made it all look so easy. She sighed and put her mask back on as she stepped onto the mat to face him.

Michael replaced his own mask and took an offensive stance as Sonya tried to remember where to put her feet for the appropriate defensive posture. When Michael lunged forward, she just barely managed to deflect the hit from landing on her right shoulder. Then quick as lightning, he twisted and thrust toward the left side of her body, easily touching her sleeve before she could react.

“Good. Again.” Michael said.

Sonya reset her feet as he came at her left hip this time. Once again, she barely deflected the blow and was too slow to block the next hit to her shoulder.

“Enough! I’m done. I’m terrible at this, we’ll just have to get someone else to do it.” Sonya said, exasperated at having failed yet again.

“Nonsense, you’re doing rather well for your first lesson.”

“Your second attack hits me every single time, how is that ‘doing rather well’?” Sonya tore off her mask and scowled at him, dropping her foil to the floor and turning to walk away.

Michael was next to her in an instant, his hand gentle on her shoulder. “Be patient with yourself, you are learning. You parry my initial attacks well; what you lack is the ability to anticipate my next move in time to block it. That will come with time and understanding of how body movement can indicate the direction of the next attack in this sport. Watch.”

Reluctantly, Sonya turned around. Cramming her mask back on her head and crossing her arms over her chest, she glowered at him through the mask. Michael took a few steps back from her before running through a sequence of attacks slowly, explaining the techniques he employed and instructing her to observe his body motion as he transitioned from one attack to the next.

As if she wasn’t already paying enough attention to the way his body moved. He was tall and lean, his movements possessing such easy grace that it was impossible not to watch him. She blushed, grateful she had the mask on to hide her face.

He finished with a final flourish and walked back over to her. Picking up her foil, he placed it in her hand.

“Now, let’s try putting you on offense. Perhaps it would help if I guide you through basic attack techniques. May I show you?”

“Sure.” Sonya replied, taking a deep breath.

He moved to stand behind her, lining his body up against hers as he gently placed his left hand on her hip to direct her movement and his right hand over hers on the foil. Sonya held her breath, not daring to breathe with him so unbelievably close.

“Relax, Miss Fletcher. You’ll never be able to move with the fluidity required in this sport if you’re so tense all the time.”

Sonya snorted, barely disguising it as a cough at the last second. She wanted to shout at him that it was hard to be calm when she could feel his warmth up against her. Instead, she took another deep breath and willed her body to relax despite the butterflies in her stomach. As distracting as it was to have him so close, she was more comfortable around him than she wanted to let herself admit. He was one of the few she trusted completely.

“Much better. Now, turn your wrist like this, with a slight bend at your elbow, then thrust forward, keeping the blade in line with your arm. Footwork is equally important. Step forward with your right foot as you thrust.”

Michael continued to guide her through a few different attacks, showing her how to position her feet and body to put more speed behind the thrust while controlling the angles of her arm and wrist to guide her from one motion into the next. Sonya did her best to focus on the task at hand rather than his warm body pressed up against her back. She wasn’t sure if she was more relieved or disappointed when he finally released her.

Michael walked back across the mat, turning to face her as he took up a defensive stance. “Okay. Now, attack me.”

Sonya readied her feet, then lunged toward his left arm. Michael deflected her attack with ease but not without leaving a small opening in his defense. Sonya changed angles and aimed for the opening, but Michael blocked her at the last second.

“Excellent! You redirected exactly as I showed you. See, you can learn, Miss Fletcher, when you choose to.”

“Yeah well, getting to stab at you is rather motivating.”

Even through the mask, Sonya could sense the exasperated glare on his face.

“Again.” Michael said.

Sonya went on offense again, with Michael deflecting three blows before returning the attack and putting her on defense. They continued several more rounds, and even though she felt like a discombobulated slug next to Michael’s practiced finesse, she had to admit it wasn’t an entirely detestable sport.

Sonya was just starting to feel like she was getting the hang of it when she missed a key block. Just a tad too slow to parry the incoming thrust, Michael’s foil pierced through her glove and stabbed into her hand.

“Shhhhhppfffft.” Sonya winced as she dropped her foil. Blood trickled through the hole in her glove. She removed her mask and glared down at the foil as if it had lied to her. “I thought these things weren’t that sharp!?”

Michael tore his mask off and was there in a second, removing her glove and inspecting the small puncture near her the base of her thumb. “The tips are blunted, but can still cause harm with enough force behind them. I’m sorry, you were catching on so fast I felt comfortable increasing my attack speed. Perhaps a bit too much.” He frowned at the wound, pulling his own glove off with his teeth so he could put pressure on it to slow the bleeding.

Sonya flushed, not expecting or needing him to be so attentive to what was barely even a scratch compared to numerous other wounds she’d suffered. He continued to fuss over her for several minutes, wiping the blood from her hand once the small wound had stopped bleeding. When his hand continued to linger on hers, she cleared her throat.

“Michael, I’m fine. You can let go of my hand now.”

As much as Sonya didn’t want it to end, she’d never admit to him how much she enjoyed his hand on hers.

“How about we try again tomorrow?” She said.

His eyes found hers, and he gave her a knowing half-smile.

“As you wish, Miss Fletcher.”

[wandering-in-thedas]

Practice (Sonya/Michael)

Because it’s fatally-procrastinating‘s birthday today, and she is such a dear and a talented author. If you haven’t read her Sonya Fletcher series, go do so now! You won’t regret it! Anyway, I hope your day is fantastic and thank you for being such a wonderful friend!

“You are telling me that you do not know how to dance?”

Sonya rolled her eyes. From the slightly scandalized expression on Michael’s face, she had committed some cardinal sin in admitting such a crucial failing to her education, or perhaps for not having had the instruction in the first place.

“I thought we settled this when we went to save Johnny from Gabriel. You had to half-carry me, if I recall correctly.”

He shrugged, but she could see the smirk on his face, the one that never failed to make her heart beat faster. “Back then, yes, but I’d have thought you would have rectified the problem since then. It appears to be a crucial skill.”

“Nope. Not exactly the most useful for monster hunting.” She turned away, hoping that he didn’t see the blood which rushed to her cheeks. It didn’t mean anything, she told herself. She was just embarrassed at her lack of skill last time. It wasn’t-

A hand extended into her vision, shattering her thoughts. When she raised an eyebrow, he grinned at her. “You do still have the gowns that Maria provided, yes? Go get changed. You are going to learn.”

Michael ignored her protests as he pulled her to her feet. She dropped his hand immediately, pretending she didn’t see the flicker of emotion that crossed his face as its abruptness, but it didn’t stop him from smiling at her. “I shall meet you here in fifteen minutes.”

“Why is this even necessary?” she called after him, but he didn’t reply. Grumbling under her breath about stupid vampires who didn’t explain anything and were too arrogant for their own good, she set off back to her room.

At least the dress looked incredible. She had never worn anything that nice before she had accompanied him to Gabriel’s mansion. It almost made the crazy gymnastics she had to dd in order to put it on worth it. Almost.

“Sonya?”

“One moment!” She hurried over, muttering a curse as she stumbled in her haste. “What-?”

Her words died on her lips as the door swung open, revealing Michael on the other side, wearing what appeared to be the same tuxedo he had own during their first dance. But something had changed. She must have been too distracted by Gabriel and the collar he had been forcing her to wear to notice how the suit flattered his willowy frame, the way he seemed to be glowing…

His eyes narrowed with concern and she realized her mouth was hanging open. “You look… nice,” she managed weakly.

His genuine smile warmed her. “And you look splendid, Miss Fletcher.” With a small bow, he offered her his arm and she took it, laughing silently at the formalities.

“So why are we dressed up anyway?”

A mock scandalized expression flitted across his face. “Are you suggesting that we rehearse dancing in street clothing?”

“No, how preposterous of me,” she retorted as he led her to his room. A speaker had been set up and a soft waltz drifted through the room. She swallowed.

“Why are you so insistent on this?” she demanded, untangling herself from him. “I can’t dance.”

“Nonsense. You simply need practice.” He reached out for her, an earnest expression on his face. “Now, may I have this dance?”

She sighed, placing her hand in his. To her surprise, he bowed down over it, brushing his lips across her knuckles, and she bit her lip, infinitely thankful for the gloves she had on.

Blue eyes sparkled at her as he pulled her closer, gently adjusting her posture to match, and she wondered if he could sense the blood rushing to her face as they began to twirl.

If every practice were like this, she might not mind it.

I also tried drawing them, but I can’t draw so the sketches are under the cut!

[therealmcgee]

Sonya and Michael in the Sonya Fletcher Chronicles, a supernatural thriller series (that I am totally hooked on. Sonya is awesome) by my dear friend fatally-procrastinating​ <3 In addition to fan fiction, she also writes amazing original works. Support her by buying her books on Amazon!