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tigriswolfTitle: Brother, you are bloodred
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: not my characters; title paraphrased from Anne Sexton.
Warnings: spoilers for season 4
Pairings: a smidge of Alistair/Dean
Rating: R
Point of view: third
Prompt: Sam/Dean, The soul becomes dyed with the color of its thoughts. (Marcus Aurelius)
In Hell there is blood. Streams that flow into rivers, rivers that dump into oceans, all sticky and cloying.
In Hell the only color is blood. He thinks of Ruby, those first few weeks, and then he thinks only of the taste, iron and sweet, and how it shines so bright in firelight.
In Hell there is the stench of death, of drying blood. On Earth again, back home with Sammy and the impala and music and food, he gags the first time he gets a papercut.
After that, though, it's as if nothing ever happened. Blood is blood, that's all. Necessary, unavoidable. Normal.
(In his dreams—nightmares—he’s back in the lake, Alistair beside him, and the knife drips bloodbloodblood, and the ocean roils, and he licks the blade, and Alistair kisses him and all he smells, all he feels, all he tastes is blood.
Sam tries to wake him a few times. Sam tries to talk to him, to convince him he needs to speak, to tell someone, anyone.
Dean can’t explain, doesn’t even understand himself, but he simply can’t look into Sammy’s eyes and say he misses bathing in blood.)
Title: of fathers and sons
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: AU; spoilers for season 5
Pairings: none stated
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 445
Point of view: third
Prompt: Dean and Sam (not Wincest), Dean is actually Lucifer's vessel and Sam is Michael's
"Dean, son," he says, wearing Dad's face and talking with Dad's voice. "Just say yes. You can rest then, knowing your work is done." Dad's expression is earnest, his hand firm on Dean's shoulder. It's like he never left, never died in Dean's place, never laid such a burden on Dean's back. "Just say yes, Deano."
"I can't," Dean answers, looking up into Dad's eyes. "Michael will kill Sammy."
Dad's smile is gentle, sad. "I can promise you, Dean, Michael won't."
He blinks, at a loss. "What?" he asks, stepping back. "Aren't you Michael?"
Dad cocks his head to the side, smile stretching to a grin, self-satisfied and holding the winning hand. "Nope, kiddo, I'm not," he drawls, standing to his full height. "Wrong brother."
Dean backs up further, and he says, "Lucifer."
Dad smirks. "Yahtzee."
"What do you want with me?" Dean demands, going on the offensive. "Zachariah said--"
Dad's laughter booms out, like Dean can remember from before the fire. "That self-righteous ass?" he cackles. "He wouldn't know the truth if it slithered up and went for his jugular."
Stepping in close, Dad tells him softly, like its a secret meant for him alone, "Why do you think you spent time in my kingdom, Dean? Why Alistair chose you, favored you, taught and trained you? You were a master with that razor, awing even my grand inquisitor--no meatsuit for an angel could do that. Would do that. That's why your daddy wasn't the one." Dad's hand, calloused and warm, cups his cheek, while Dad's eyes stare into him, through him. "Your dad never broke, Dean, because Alistair didn't play with him like he did you. Johnny-boy got a nice warm part of the Pit and just sat there for a hundred years. And when the Gate opened, he left. Simple as that."
Dean tries pulling away, but Dad's grip tightens. "Listen to me, boyo," Lucifer whispers with Dad's voice, and Dad's breath is hot on his skin. "Listen to me, and listen well."
Dean closes his eyes, but Dad's fingers dig into his cheek so he opens them, looking at Satan straight-on.
"You will say yes to me," Lucifer promises him. He uses Dad's command tone, obey me, the one that Dean never failed to follow. "You will say yes and we'll have fun until God, my bastard father, looks back towards us and finally gives me the attention I deserve. Do you understand me, Dean?"
"No," Dean says. "I won't."
And now Lucifer smiles Dad's last smile, the heartbroken he gave Dean after he told Dean that terrible secret, right before he went to die.
"Yes, Dean," he says. "You will."
continues here
Title: pride
Fandom: Origins Wolverine
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: AU for ending
Pairings: none stated
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 155
Point of view: third
Prompt: Wolverine Origins, Logan/Victor, Victor takes Logan in after he loses his memory
"Jimmy!" he roars, seeing Stryker standing over Jimmy's prone form.
Stryker whirls, but Victor is on him, ripping him apart. By the time he's done spreading Stryker's body around, Jimmy is stirring. Victor wipes the blood from his mouth on his sleeve and crouches over his brother, waiting to see what, if any, affect Stryker's bullet had.
When Jimmy's eyes open, there is no recognition. He looks at Victor and there is nothing in his gaze.
Well, that's interesting.
"Jimmy," Victor says, "we have to go."
Jimmy says, "I don't know who you are." He lifts a hand to his head, to where the bullet went in. There isn't even a mark, only blood.
"I'm your brother," Victor tells him. "C'mon." He stands, offering Jimmy a hand.
When Jimmy grasps his fingers, Victor pulls him up.
Jimmy follows him off the island, and Victor swears that this time, he'll keep his brother by his side.
Title: the final bow
Fandom: Leverage
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: AU at beginning of season 2
Pairings: none stated
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 205
Point of view: third
Prompt: team, only four members of the team were at Sophie's play
She doesn’t look into the audience until after the end, just in case they aren’t there. She'd sent the tickets out, hoping, but just in case, she can't know until the end.
A quick glance shows Nate and Hardison. Another reveals Parker higher up, trying to blend into the wall. Eliot isn't there.
She takes a second bow and leaves the stage.
o0o
By the time she gets to the lobby, the team has met up and they're speaking uncomfortably. It sends an ache through her; she did this. She pushed for that job against Nate's old company. If she hadn't, they'd still all be together.
Nate turns to face her, in the middle of Hardison's babble. "Sophie," he says. "You were wonderful."
She stares up at him. "What's wrong?" she asks. It's obvious something is.
He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. When he looks at her again, she can tell he's been crying.
"I need to speak to all of you," he says quietly.
Parker and Hardison share a glance. "Why isn't Eliot here?" Parker asks. "Didn't we all get tickets?"
Sophie places a hand to her mouth. By the expression on Nate's face...
"That's what we need to talk about," Nate says.
Title: before there was time
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: future!fic
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 155
Point of view: third
Prompt: Lucifer!Sam, first drops of hellfire
He stands on a mountaintop. Everest, he thinks its called. Tallest mountain in the world. Or maybe that other one is, the next-door neighbor. Doesn't matter.
He stands on a mountaintop and watches fire rain, scorching and burning, the first true sign of the end of days.
At least, the first true sign the weak, pathetic, sniveling sacks of flesh can understand.
In truth, the world--humanity's world--has been ending for nearly thirty years, now. Maybe even longer. Perhaps, he thinks, studying the play of flames against a gray sky, this realm has been on this path since Azazel met Mary Campbell.
Yes, he decides, smiling as his brother appears on the horizon, wings sizzling as litle drops of hellfire hit his glorious wings.
Michael's sword is in his hand, death on his heart, and Lucifer thinks, That's when it all began to end.
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dribs n drabs
Date: 2010-01-17 04:49 am (UTC)And poor Eliot. Poor Sophie! Poor team! :( What is it about these shows? We just love pounding on the characters, don't we? I've managed to successfully avoid fanficcing for years, and then Leverage comes along, and I'm finally drawn in - and the first thing I do is shoot someone. We are bloodthirsty.
Re: dribs n drabs
Date: 2010-01-17 02:47 pm (UTC)I don't know why it's so much fun to hurt them, but I sure do enjoy it.
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Date: 2010-01-17 10:21 am (UTC)*shudders*
Also, the second one? This is how it should've happened!
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Date: 2010-01-17 02:48 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-01-17 09:30 pm (UTC)I also really like Of Fathers And Sons; that concept is one of my favorites. And that Lucifer is wearing John-ouch. the manpain.
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Date: 2010-01-18 12:49 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-01-20 02:03 am (UTC)Can you PLEASE write a companion piece for the second one where Michael comes to Sam? *puppy face*
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Date: 2010-01-20 02:05 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-01-20 04:07 am (UTC)Thank you for reading!
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Date: 2010-01-22 02:49 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-03-12 05:52 pm (UTC)Gosh, now I don't know whether to threaten you with pain or loving you for making my imagination run wild. Damn.
Great work ;)
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Date: 2010-03-13 03:09 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-04-02 08:39 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-04-02 03:58 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2011-03-12 11:12 am (UTC)*wail of incoherent ouch*
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Date: 2011-03-12 04:39 pm (UTC)Thank you for reading!