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tigris_lilsis . Title: rebellion
Fandom: Ten Inch Hero
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: pre-movie; mentions of child abuse
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 185
Point of view: third
Prompt: pink hair
The first color he ever dyed his hair was pink. After, he hid in his room till supper and then marched down the stairs in all black with bright pink hair and some of Mom’s eyeliner.
As expected, his father flipped the fuck out. Since the entire look was such a blatant first slap, his mother didn’t even try defending him.
She apologized later, but he never really blamed her for that.
He was fourteen, with pink hair, a broken arm, and bruised ribs. Mom drove him to the hospital and they explained to the tired, cold doctor that it was a football game turned brawl. His team lost spectacularly.
On Monday, he had brown hair again. He was still Boaz then. Priestly wouldn’t arrive for three years.
Priestly dyed his hair pink on a Monday. When Dad tried to attack him at dinner, Priestly shoved him aside and left. Priestly didn’t stop leaving until he hit California, and there he stayed.
He dyed his hair at least once a month, oftentimes more, his fuck you to a past he never really believed he escaped.
Title: one word
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: spoilers for aired season five; crackish
Pairings: None stated
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 100
Point of view: third
Prompt: fringle
Sam has never truly appreciated just how expressive his brother’s tone and face can be.
“And you’ll keep him like this for how long, exactly?” he asks Gabriel, trying not grin at Dean’s mounting frustration.
“Until he learns his lesson,” Gabriel says, smirking. “Shouldn’t mock tricksie archangels, kiddo,” he tells Dean. “Never know what the vengeance might be.”
Dean’s glare is epically ferocious and his every desire is painted across his face. I’ll find a way to kill you, his eyes promise. Fuck the apocalypse—I’m comin’ after you.
What comes out of his mouth, bitten-off and enraged, is, “Fringle!”
Title: mastery
Fandom: Leverage
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: none, really
Pairings: none stated
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 405
Point of view: third
Prompt: cook
Mama had been a very good cook, and Dad praised her for it every meal. Eliot learned from her, growing to love it. She told him to take pleasure in weaving together a masterpiece, and if he found someone who appreciated his gift, to settle down with them forever.
Dad told Eliot to always thank people when they did something helpful or nice or awesome. Mama’s family hadn’t realized what a treasure they had, so Dad went out of his way to prove he did.
Eliot made a full-course meal for his parents on their twentieth anniversary. Mama cried and gave him a big hug, and Dad swept him up to press a kiss to his cheek.
Three days later, Mama and Dad were killed in a misplaced hit, Eliot’s baby sister was taken into foster care, and Eliot almost died seeking vengeance.
Eliot swiftly learned better, and soon enough, he had a name in the dark underbelly of the world. As good as he got at it, though, he never loved hitting or retrieving as much as he did cooking with Mama.
The team will never replace his parents or baby sister—but he does love them. More than he ever expected, truth be told. He gives them parts of himself no one has had since Mama and Dad died and he cut off contact with Emily for her own safety. (She’s married and has a son. She thinks Eliot got killed years ago.) Eliot would die for a handful of people in the world, and this team, these people who know the worst of him and accept him anyway made the list.
He hasn’t cooked for anyone but himself since he was sixteen, but he cooks for Hardison and Parker and Sophie and Nate. What’s more, they like his meals and don’t skimp on the praise, so he enjoys preparing food for them. It’s fun and easy and what he wishes he could do for the rest of his life. But he’s too good at hitting and retrieving, and his past will always chase him, no matter how far or how fast he runs and how well he hides.
So he cooks for his team, takes care of them, watches their backs and lets them think they watch his. And he knows, so sure it’s an ache in his soul, that one day he’ll cook the wrong meal and they’ll die, too.
Title: prodigal daughter, there is no escape
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: spoilers for everything aired
Pairings: John/Mary
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 435
Point of view: third
Prompt: Kleenex
Mary’s uncles took care of her parents’ bodies. It looked like a break-in gone badly while she and John were on a date. John was confused but followed her lead.
Uncle Billy and Aunt Coreen let Mary live with them for a few months while she sorted through her parents’ things, deciding what to keep and what to sell, what to give back to the family. Auntie Rose, Mom’s great-aunt, took most of the hunting paraphernalia and distributed it amongst both sides of the family. Grandpa, Dad’s dad, told Mary not to worry about a thing and sold the house in her name.
She and John married almost a year after she made the deal. John had no family and most of Mary’s lived in Lawrence, so they stayed. They bought a new house to start a new life; Mary never told John about the years she spent as her parents’ apprentice in a bloody, thankless war.
They named their first child Dean, for Mary’s mother. Auntie Rose held him and said, “He will be great, lovie. He will truly change the world.”
By the time Sam—named for Daddy—came along, most of the family had already passed, as hunting picked up. It was the largest explosion of activity in decades and Mary didn’t want to know any more about it. No one said anything to Mary about Sam’s birth, no warning or blessing, and she hoped that was a positive sign that maybe they’d escaped.
When Mary rushed into Sam’s nursery that night, she wished for her family, her mother’s and father’s, because maybe together they could challenge Azazel. But everyone who might be a threat had already been neutralized.
Mary didn’t cry as she bled onto Sammy. She cried later, when she saw her sons grown tall and strong, just as beautiful as the day she first held them. She cried in her soul as she exploded to kill the poltergeist threatening her babies.
She didn’t go to Heaven, of course. She made a deal with Azazel, so she went straight to his palace in Hell after she finally died.
“Welcome, my dear,” Azazel purred, twining around her. “I’ve missed you so.”
Mary didn’t cry in Hell until John arrived. “Oh, Johnny,” she whispered, helping him to his feet from his sprawl on Azazel’s bone floor. “Tell me you didin’t.”
“For Dean,” John said, embracing her. “For Dean, I did.”
Their first kiss in over twenty years is bittersweet, tainted by fire and blood. Azazel gives them a moment before he interrupts grinning, to tell John, “Alistair is waiting for you.”
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Date: 2010-03-20 05:44 pm (UTC)(and it makes sense, too.)
I also really like the Priestly one...it rings very true to his character.
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Date: 2010-03-21 03:11 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-03-20 08:49 pm (UTC)And ohhhhhhh Eliot, poor Eliot-- you have a family now, and they'll stay safe!!
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Date: 2010-03-21 03:17 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-03-21 05:36 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-03-22 01:51 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-03-22 09:19 am (UTC)Love that last one. It's painful, but I love it anyway.
“For Dean,” John said, embracing her. “For Dean, I did.”
Yes. This. *sniffles*
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Date: 2010-03-22 01:51 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-03-28 03:32 pm (UTC)I seriously need to get the movie already ^^;;
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Date: 2010-03-28 05:22 pm (UTC)re: mastery
Date: 2010-05-23 09:20 pm (UTC)Thanks for the great read.
Re: mastery
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