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tigriswolfTitle: growing fonder
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: future!fic
Pairings: none stated
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 185
Point of view: third
Prompt: Castiel, "Absence is such a large house that you'll walk through the walls, hang pictures in sheer air."
Sometimes, after Dean has drifted away into dreams of Alistair's caress and Azazel's laugh, Sam will quietly ask Castiel to tell him of Heaven and all the wonders found there.
The images are still bright in his mind, though he lacks the words with his clumsy human tongue. He can still taste ambrosia, still feel the eternal spring breeze through the pure feathers of his wings, still hear how the choirs sang Father's praise, can still smell the untainted air of Paradise.
The lack is remote now, far enough away to no longer hurt, and he softly spins tales that he knows are lies, that Sam believes only because he wants to, and, too, Castiel knows, he is growing more human by the heartbeat.
Heaven's absence no longer aches. He fills up the wounds with apple pie and Led Zeppelin, with jokes and shared silence, with a road that stretches from one ocean to another (with two men who define brother better than any angel he ever knew).
He survived the war, and if the price is being cast out, so be it.
Title: when the blameless and the righteous die
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Steven Brust.
Warnings: takes place in the 5.4 future
Pairings: none stated
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 120
Point of view: third
Prompt: Supernatural, Any, The Devil mocks their every step (Zeppelin)
He is there in every particle of creation, in the human monsters they've seen their whole lives, in bombing and bullies, in murder and mayhem. He is everywhere and everything, and no matter what they do, how many demons and the like they kill or send back to Hell, it doesn't matter.
Nothing matters.
They'll die failing (again) and then the world will burn.
He already won, so when Sam says yes quietly one day, beneath a smog-filled sky, while Dean battles a dozen possessed people, it doesn't feel like losing.
It doesn't feel like victory either, and then he hears Dean shouting his name, but he sounds so far away…
Ah, yes, Lucifer croons, sibilant and righteous. Like coming home.
Title: beware the second chance
Fandom: Angel the Series
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: spoilers for season 5
Pairings: none stated
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 80
Point of view: third
Prompt: Lindsey/Author's choice, I can't feel a thing
When he wakes up, it doesn't hurt. He gulps in air frantically, gaze wildly darting around because he was dying—he knows he was dying, knows he was dead, and now he's not.
But it doesn't hurt. Not where the bullets went in, not the betrayal, nothing. And that doesn't bother him, but he knows it should.
Is this Wolfram and Hart's contract at work? Or something—
"Hello, Lindsey," Cordelia Chase drawls, smirking down at him. "Boy, are you in trouble."
Title: nature vs nurture
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: spoilers for season 5
Pairings: none stated
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 275
Point of view: third
Prompt: Lucifer/Michael, after all of the long years, he's still too proud to ask for forgiveness
"I did nothing wrong," he says every time they meet, from the Garden onward. "I did nothing wrong, and I shall not repent. I am blameless in this."
"And what of all that happened next?" Michael asks, each time. The same lines, nothing new, millennia after millennia.
Lucifer shrugs, eyes gazing past Michael to the Earth, to the kingdom he claimed when a serpent twined around Eve. "Your father gave them free will, brother. I offered them a choice."
"He was your father, too, upon a time," Michael says
"Yes," Lucifer agrees. "Upon a time."
And now here they are, wreathed in brothers, angry and hurting and knowing that the time has finally come.
"Will you repent?" Michael asks.
Lucifer's humanflesh is ripped and torn, blood seeping out. Michael's wings are arched, dripping bile from a thousand demon corpses.
"I did nothing wrong," Lucifer whispers. "Not then and not now," he continues, voice getting stronger with every word. "I was right—they are not worthy of our adoration. They are weak, and flawed, and look at what they have done to their glorious Garden!" He glares up at Michael, and where any other angel would have swung with God's Sword, Michael pauses.
"You are in Sam Winchester," Michael asks, "and still you say that?"
Millennia pass in a handspan of human heartbeats, and Michael lowers God's Sword. "Upon a time," he says, "we flew the cosmos together."
Lucifer nods. "Those were good days."
"For the wrath and the pride, I forgive you," Michael tells him. "Will you come home with me?"
Lucifer strikes, and Michael dodges, and they will never fly the cosmos again.
Title: crazy
Fandom: Leverage
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: mentions underage non-con
Pairings: het
Rating: R
Wordcount: 240
Point of view: third
Prompt: any/Parker, "No. Not ever. NO!"
She did have a couple good foster families. Really. Sometimes, she remembers them and mourns what might have been, if she'd been better and nicer and not so crazy. But she's always been crazy. Ever since Mama left her and ran, barely able to toddle around and say her name—not her real name, though, because a real name is what you choose for yourself, not what someone gives you before they even know you, and no one knows what Mama called her, not anymore—anyway. She's always been crazy, and before Nate and Hardison and Eliot and Sophie no one wanted crazy.
Well. Someone did. But she doesn't like to think about him, because he didn't listen to her, even when she pled and sobbed and screamed. And then when she took a bunny for comfort, he took it away and smirked down at her, but she showed him, she did, she made him explode in pretty flames and shiny sparks, and no one touches her without her consent, not anymore.
Because she's crazy. Because no one can predict her or contain her. Because she chose her own name and does what she wants, and she has people on her side now, Nate and Hardison and Eliot and Sophie. And maybe they're not as crazy as her, but they let her be as crazy as she wants, and sometimes she thinks maybe she doesn't have to be crazy anymore.
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Date: 2010-04-10 05:09 pm (UTC)However, the Leverage one is briliant as always.
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Date: 2010-04-11 03:00 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-04-11 01:38 am (UTC)And Castiel, slowly picking himself up.
fine, I love it all.
<3
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Date: 2010-04-11 03:01 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-04-11 03:59 am (UTC)Love Cas telling Sam about heaven and his realization of becoming more human by the day!
I love your little insights into the Angels' minds too!
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Date: 2010-04-11 03:01 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-04-15 06:56 pm (UTC)And in "nature vs nurture"--maybe not the interpretation you were aiming for, but--goes to show that being something other than that cookie-cutter angel in heaven is frowned on. The devil stands with his belief that he isn't doing anything wrong and what he's doing is the best for heaven and humanity (humanity wipes itself out and heaven benefits from the "evil" takes care of itself, so to speak). And then there's Castiel, who is following the path he truly thinks is right as well and basically being told by God himself that he's going to be public enemy #1 when this Lucifer mess is over because of what he's done.
Sorry, I really get into the smaller stuff sometimes--faster to pick apart because of their length, and every word is hand-picked for significance and meaning. ; ) I love me some literary analysis.
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