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tigriswolfTitle: To the Victor
Fandom: “Supernatural”
Disclaimer: not my characters; just for fun.
Warnings: spoilers for season 2
Pairings: implied Dean/Sam, one-sided Dean/Jo
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 200
Point of view: third
He moves like a song and her eyes drink him in. Ellen watches her baby girl and John’s boy, wondering how long until Jo follows him out the door. It’s a cold, hard world, and she knows Dean won’t take care of her girl. He’s only got room for his brother in his heart. Everyone else falls to the wayside—always have, always will.
Ellen knows Dean’s tricks—they’re the same ones Bill pulled on her, years ago. Dean’s better than Bill was; missed his calling as an actor, the boy did. He’s all sleek cat and knight in shining armor. Ain’t a girl in the world that’s got a chance against his sunshine-grin and brilliant eyes.
She doesn’t begrudge him his fun; Jo should know better. From the moment those boys broke into her Roadhouse, Ellen could see they had only each other. She can’t figure out how her daughter missed it.
Of course, it’s not the kind of thing a young woman would want to see. Two boys like that? Dean’s been taken since he was just a little thing, if Ellen’s guess is right.
Pity, though. Boy looks like that—the grandchildren would all be absolutely gorgeous.
Title: Dragon Wind
Fandom: The Witches of Eileanan series
Disclaimer: not my characters; just for fun.
Warnings: spoilers for the series
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 185
Point of view: third
She has only worn that shape once, on a terrible eve of death and blood. It took such power she thought she’d rip apart. Only in her dreams has she worn it since, though each day the longing grows.
It was the perfect body, felt so right—but the true dragons warned her from ever wearing it again. She had not been born a dragon, so their skin was not for her, and such disrespect could not be tolerated. They understood needing the body for war—but never again. The knowledge she gleaned while in that form still fills her; the secrets of the future passed in front of her eyes.
In dreams, night after night, she soars through the skin in the greatest shape she’s ever worn, awaiting the moment she can shift dragon again.
It will be her final act, but she cannot regret it at all. Her death will come in dragon claw and fire, and it will be relief.
Title: by blood
Disclaimer: Dean doesn’t belong to me.
Warnings: spoilers for “Shadow,” though nothing blatant.
Pairings: mentions of OMC/OFC
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 150
Point of view: third
She knows who he is the minute he walks in the door, struts his way to the desk. She knows what he’ll ask before he asks it; when he utters the words, she makes it easy, giving him what he needs.
Grandma Anna made sure that all of them—her, Gabe, Vic, and Annie—would be a boon to the descendants of the man that let them live.
Robert Winchester gave us our lives, Grandma Anna told them, as they crouched at her knees, half-human and half-raven. Hundreds of other hunters would have killed my father and mother, soon as look at ‘em. But Winchester let them live. So I now give you his scent, as my mother gave it to me. She reached into their minds and showed them how to recognize Winchester’s blood.
Robert Winchester’s great-grandson stands before her and she knows him—so she tells him everything.
Title: Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight
Fandom: Harry Potter
Disclaimer: not my characters; just for fun. Title from “Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night” by Dylan Thomas.
Warnings: spoilers for Deathly Hollows
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 640
Point of view: third
Open your eyes and see.
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George can’t stand his reflection. He can’t stand the shop or the Burrow, anywhere that Fred ever went. He hates being inside and imagines a grave anytime he’s surrounded by walls.
He hasn’t been to Hogwarts since.
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Mum’s grief is loud, as is Dad’s. Ginny comforts herself with Harry, and Ron with Hermione. Bill turns to Fleur and Teddy—George thinks they’ll probably adopt Remus and Tonk’s little ‘wolf. Charlie has his dragons, away in the wilds of Romania. Percy almost never leaves Mum’s side.
George is alone for the first time since conception, and he loathes every heartbeat of it.
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He leaves Britain the first chance he gets, crossing the Channel. He sends an owl only once he’s reached Paris. He’s there for a week before he moves on.
Fred would have loved it.
Everywhere he goes, he searches for a mirror image, for the brother he’s never been without.
A month, two, three—he blinks and a full year is gone. He hasn’t spoken to his family in so long he’s starting to forget their voices.
He drinks Muggle alcohol and stays on Muggle streets. He was finished with magic he moment it killed Fred.
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Percy finds him on the second anniversary of the day he stopped being a twin. He sits beside George at the bar and doesn’t speak. He leans in, though, resting his shoulder against George’s.
George hasn’t cried in a year-and-a-half. But in that dingy Muggle pub, his brother beside him, George sobs.
Percy gently tugs at George’s arm and George falls towards him. Percy’s taller by a scant inch but George curls in on himself.
“C’mon,” Percy says softly, standing and pulling George with him.
George docily follows.
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Percy takes him to a Wizarding hotel, leads him upstairs to a room on the second floor, lightly shoves him onto the single bed.
“Sleep,” Percy tells him. George doesn’t want to, but Percy settles beside him, runs his fingers through George’s hair. He hasn’t cut it since, and it’s long past his shoulders.
“Sleep,” Percy repeats. “I’ll be here when you wake.”
George slips under and dreams of Fred.
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Next morning, Percy doesn’t speak. He leads George into the bathroom and strips them both, shoving him into the shower stall and following.
Briskly Percy scrubs George down; George is too far gone to care. He is docile, completely pliant in his brother’s care. Percy gently washes George’s hair, rubbing at his scalp.
“Mum’s worried about you,” Percy says as he towels George off. “She asks every day if anyone’s heard from you, knows where you are.”
Finally, George speaks. “You here to take me back?”
Percy looks him in the eye. “Do you want to go back?”
George lowers his gaze and shakes his head. “He’s not there, Percy. He’s not anywhere. He left me behind.”
Percy pulls George to him. “I can’t be Fred. I don’t want to take his place. But you shouldn’t be alone, George. So wherever you’re going, let me come with you.”
George pulls back a little, just enough to meet Percy’s eyes. “You really want to? What about your job?”
“Yes, I want this,” Percy answers. “My only job is being a brother.”
George falls forward, letting Percy support his weight. Percy sinks to the floor, cradling his little brother.
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Percy leads George from the hotel three days after he led him to it. “I was thinking we could visit the Americas,” Percy tells him. “If you want.”
“Fine with me,” George responds.
They use Muggle methods to cross the ocean and George doesn’t look back.
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See, little brother? I told you.
It’ll be alright, Gred. I promise. We’ll be together again, soon enough…
Title: in a shining castle
Fandom: “Supernatural”
Disclaimer: not my characters; just for fun.
Warnings: pre-pilot
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 175
Point of view: third
Notes: part of my Dean canon
Sam used to demand stories, as a boy. Whenever they were heading somewhere new, curled up in the back with Dean, Sammy would whine and cajole until Dean gave in, which was never long at all.
Dean started with the traditional tales, always with a few modifications, but soon branched out into his own stories.
John was frequently impressed by his firstborn’s brilliant and vibrant imagination.
Sammy’s favorite, the one he requested most often, was about a panther prince named Lune, who hunted down an evil shadow called Diablo. John recognized it as one Mary used to tell. Over the course of the story, which evolved and mutated through the years, Lune met up with a female white tiger called Mara, and she helped him on his quest. There was eventually a happy ending, of course.
Dean told Sam stories up until the day Sam turned thirteen and decided he was too old for fairy tales.
John misses listening to Dean, but he never asks for his own stories. It just wouldn’t be the same.
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Date: 2007-08-22 05:19 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2007-08-23 02:24 am (UTC)And thank you for reading!
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Date: 2007-08-23 03:18 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-08-23 08:44 am (UTC)Of course, it’s not the kind of thing a young woman would want to see. Two boys like that? Dean’s been taken since he was just a little thing, if Ellen’s guess is right. Precisely how I see the boys. And poor oblivious Jo, not wanting to see it, not able to understand.
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Date: 2007-08-23 05:08 pm (UTC)Fred's death was definitely my least-favorite part of DH. Stupid JK Rowling--the least she could have done was kill George, too.
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Date: 2007-08-23 05:11 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-08-24 01:25 pm (UTC)You said it, Ellen!
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Date: 2007-09-07 07:59 pm (UTC)This is a beautiful vignette, love.
Though I have to admit that this: Of course, it’s not the kind of thing a young woman would want to see. Two boys like that?
Isn't true. Not if all the slashfic's any indicator...And not just for Supernatural! :)
by blood
*glee*
We need more background! We want more Historical Hunters! And Kripke, please... you have to give us something about the families the boys were born into!
in a shining castle
Dean's the storyteller, alright. And my heart might have broken just a little bit at the image of the boys huddled together in the backseat of the Impala, Dean telling Sam in hushed tones a fairytale... *sighs*
I'm sorry I've been 'gone'. I'm sorry I haven't dropped you a note on your stories before.
*is a terrible person*
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Date: 2007-09-07 08:51 pm (UTC)Thank you for your comments!
Awesome!
Date: 2007-09-09 05:24 am (UTC)Re: Awesome!
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Date: 2007-12-30 05:25 am (UTC)But in all seriousness, your Harry Potter fic and your second Supernatural fic are just lovely. I got all teary-eyed over George (“He’s not there, Percy. He’s not anywhere. He left me behind.”)...and Percy finally not being a complete arse!
I love your descriptions of Dean and Sam...the last line for that fic was killer, though. :)
Great job in both fics...loved 'em!
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Date: 2007-12-30 04:41 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-12-31 10:48 pm (UTC)I did just read the others, and they're all gorgeous. :) The first one made me a little sad for Jo and the third one was...interesting. I hadn't ever thought of Sam and Dean being from a line of hunters. Hm... Great drabbles, all of them!
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