various drabbles - gen, slash - PG

[tigriswolf]

 

Title: Inherent

Fandom: “Charmed”/“Buffy the Vampire Slayer” crossover

Disclaimer: not my characters; just for fun.

Warnings: AU

Pairings: mentions of Cole/Phoebe; mentions of Jesse/Xander

Rating: PG

Wordcount: 575

Point of view: first

Notes: it’s a pet theory of mine that Xander Harris is Cole Turner and Phoebe Halliwell’s son, sent back through time when the Seer burned up. *shrugs*

 

 

            Everyone makes mistakes. Things they shouldn’t do—things they know they shouldn’t do—but do anyway. Little things, big things: either way, they count. They always count.

            Lying, cheating, killing, raping—someone’s counting, waiting, adding it all up.  Someone will make you pay. And you will. You think no one sees.

            Someone always does.

            Someone always knows.

 

            Darkness is inherent; it’s in you at birth.   Waiting to be let out, unleashed. Waiting to say what you really want to say, waiting to do what you really want to do.

            Waiting to be who you really are.

            You can push it as far down as you want. You can hide it forever. You can pretend, and wear the mask well.

            I did.

            See where we are?

 

            My mistake was small. Tiny. Infinitesimal. Unnoticeable. So fucking small that I thought no one noticed. 

            I lied. Three little words. Three little words, no more than four letters each. Three little words that changed the world forever.

            He wasn’t supposed to die. She wasn’t supposed to kill him. None of it was supposed to happen.

            Because of me, it did.

            I can’t take it back. Even if I could, I wouldn’t. The past is the past, and inaccessible. Even to me.

            Especially to me.

 

            Power is inherent. In the blood from the moment of conception. Even before you breathe, you could be the most powerful being in the world.

            I should know.

            I was.

            Once upon a time, long ago.

           

            Conceived in love, in a marriage that never should have been. Impossible. The half-demon who loved a witch. The Source who married a Charmed One.

            The Son, torn from his mother’s womb by the Seer. Sent to the past, to damn the future. Raised by abusive, neglectful parents.

            I should have been evil. Hateful. Vengeful. Vindictive and cruel.

            I wasn’t.

            I should have been steeped in darkness, raised to cause pain. I should have been malicious, evil fucking personified.

            I never was.    

 

            He, the bastard who raised me in pain, never told me I wasn’t his. He knew who I was—how could he not?—but never even gave me hint.

            It wasn’t that he couldn’t; he just chose not too. To make it all the more sweeter, when he tore out my heart.

 

            I can remember the day Jesse died. It was a beautiful day, a beautiful night. He smirked at me, fangs glistening, and I shoved a stake in his unbeating heart.

            I felt my spirit wither. I felt my light fade.

            I heard the Seer laugh.

 

            I should have known something was up. I should have sensed it, somehow.

            He called me ‘The One Who Sees’ and tried to destroy my eyes. The First never came to me. Why not?

            Because if it took his form, how would I react?

 

            Darkness is inherent. Power is in the blood. I am the Son. Supposed to be terrifying, evil. 

            But I knew Jesse, poor Jesse. He was full of sunshine and laughter. I soaked in his warmth.

            He is ashes now.

 

            I can remember being held in a woman’s arms. She sang a little lullaby, a nonsense song. She kissed my cheek.

            “You are my gift to a world I shall never know,” she whispered, “Full of darkness and pain, Alexander, full of sunshine and light. They will not know you, and will not plan for you. You are my gift.”

            Then I open my eyes.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Title: scrap the guts out of some dream

Fandom: Sleeping Beauty

Disclaimer: not my characters; just for fun. Title from Anne Sexton.

Warnings: spoilers for the fairy tale

Pairings: none

Rating: PG

Wordcount: 120

Point of view: first

 

            She was not always cruel, you know. Oh, she was so sweet, so gentle, so kind… daisies and roses and puppies and sunlight. They will tell you of her cruelty and her malice, of her fury and her greed. But they will not speak of how she was slighted and how she hurt—and how, in the end, as she begged forgiveness and mercy, those six good fairies helped the young prince strike her down.

            They call my lady evil, malicious. They say she sought only to sow despair and discord, that loves only pain. Loved only pain. I must remember to speak in past tense—she is gone. Killed by the handsome young prince and those lying, traitorous fairies.

 

 

Title: Flawed Love

Fandom: Alexander

Disclaimer: not my characters; just for fun.

Warnings: spoilers for film

Pairings: none

Rating: PG

Wordcount: 435

Point of view: first

 

 

            My name comes down through the ages. I am of a line of kings. Immortal power flows through my veins. I am known the world over; my name will last for all eternity.

            It is still not enough. I want more. I need more.

            My bloodlust sings a lament. I know the end. I knew before the beginning what would happen to me. How my ending would be.

            Ah, Mother. Are you yet satisfied?

 

            I watched, you know. I watched as you faded. I saw your fire smolder; I saw your fire die. I watched. I could do nothing; I was weak.

            You hate me. It took so long for me to discover why. To reason out the puzzle of deceit and lies. I know, now, what you always tried to hide. I have discovered the truth hidden by rage and time.

            I have one question for you, Mother, you who bore me and should have loved me above all others. One question, after all the pain, hate, rage, and tears. Just one.

            Why, Mother? Why?

 

            I was your child, as well as his. I saw him rarely, so rarely. I was yours more. I did love you, Mother. I did. I still do. You raised me; you are the reason I am the way I am, the reason I became who I have become.

            Why did you hate me? What did I do? Could you not see past my mask? I threw up so many walls over the years; I played out so many charades. Apparently I played too well. Even I, sometimes, forgot what was fiction and what was real.

            Mother... whatever I did, I am sorry. I regret so much, and I am unsure of how I earned your burning hatred and overwhelming despair. There is so much I wish I had not done, so many things that make me wish I could turn back time, and do again. So much I wish I could change.

            But time cannot be traversed. Not even by you, Mother.

            If you could change our lives, Mother, would you? Would you dare alter history; would you rewrite legend? Mother... in another world, would you love me?

            Could you?

 

            You are dead now, for years. I know my question will go unanswered. When we meet again, will we embrace? Will we playact again? Will all be forgiven, Mother? Will you love me after death?

            I rule the world, Mother. My name will be spoken when all my empire is dust. As will yours, Mother.

            As will yours.

            Olympais... are you yet satisfied? Or will you destroy me more?

 

 

Title: my worst guilt

Fandom: The Brothers Grimm

Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Anne Sexton

Warnings: AU for ending

Pairings: none
Rating: PG

Wordcount: 115

Point of view: first

 

            It is cold tonight, brother, and I am lonely. The wind howls around my hovel, and you are not here to chase away my demons.

            I miss you, and our life. I miss watching you in action, watching people fall in love with you. You were the dashing, clever one. You were the leader.

            I would have followed you into Hell. I nearly did, but you shoved me back, commanded me to live.

            And I have, brother, if this can be called living. I’ve penned our adventures, recorded them—you will live forever. You achieved immortality, Wil.

            It is so cold tonight. I hear the ghosts calling me. Perhaps... perhaps, Wil... I might see you soon.

Comments

[creeno.livejournal.com]

Alexander fic, I love you, I love the way it was written, just... JOY. *dies a lovely death*

[tigriswolf]

*revives*

Thank you so much! This is an old piece; actually, except for the Sleeping Beauty one, all of these are old. I went back through my files again.

[magicamethyst80.livejournal.com]

Very nice, I for one hated the way Cole was written out of Charmed, and the child he had with Phoebe so easily dismissed. There was so much possibility for that character, glad to see you parlaying it into such an awesome series of crossover fics.

[tigriswolf]

Thank you!