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tigriswolfTitle: I know your face
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: spoilers for season 5
Pairings: het and slash
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 245
Point of view: third
Prompt: Jimmy(Castiel's vessel)/Nick(Lucifer's first vessel), they've met before
Mrs. Thompson's fifth grade homeroom. Nick was the class clown, always making jokes and getting everyone completely off-topic. Jimmy was the suckup with the right answers, who helped Mrs. Thompson take roll and grade papers.
Then again, ninth grade, sixth period PE. Nick excelled at always always hitting Jimmy in dodgeball. It evened out, though, because Jimmy always always caught what should have been Nick's homeruns during baseball.
Junior year, Nick left prom with Jimmy's date. Jimmy escorted Nick's ex-girlfriend home. Both of them got lucky that night.
And then senior year… well. After Jimmy found religion, he tried not to think about the second semester of senior year, when he almost ruined his GPA. (He doesn't like to admit it, especially when he's being ridden by an angel, but Nick still was the best kisser he'd ever swapped spit with.)
They went to college on opposite ends of the country. Both got married and had kids. Neither of those things ended well.
So, yeah. Locked in a ring of holy angel-trapping fire, staring at Lucifer… he knows that face. Jimmy is dead, ripped apart by an archangel, but Castiel still has this vessel's memories, and Jimmy knows the face of Lucifer's vessel.
But Lucifer doesn't acknowledge their vessels' connections, and Castiel has far more important things to worry about than that Nick used to take Jimmy on joyrides in his dad's camero when they should have been sketching still lifes in art class.
Title: with a whimper
Fandom: Leverage
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: character death
Pairings: none stated
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 115
Point of view: third
Prompt: Any, Any, For all (his/her) strength, (he/she) didn't go out fighting
It isn't a fight that kills him. He's not in the middle of a whirlwind of violence, kicking ass and saving his team. It's not a battle or a con or anything but his past finally catching up with a vengeance, a ten-year-old bounty rearing its head.
Hardison is mid-rant about Eliot's lack of computer skills. Sophie is laughing at Nate's eyeroll. Parker is eying a nearby businessman's wallet.
Eliot's guard is down. They haven't worked a job in almost two weeks. No one knows they're in this town, using these names. It's a vacation.
He doesn't hear or feel the shot. Direct to the heart, dead before he hits the ground.
He's always hated guns.
Title: a panther in kittenskin
Fandom: Supernatural/Dark Angel
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: spoilers for season 5
Pairings: none stated
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 305
Point of view: third
Prompt: Sam/Alec, Sam is immortal. Dean wasn't
Lucifer did something to his body. Sam isn't sure what, but he's changed now. He can't die, not even for a moment, but Dean... Dean can die. He dies three days after Sam punches his way out of Hell, and he stays dead this time. God isn't listening, the angels stay in Heaven, and Lucifer's locked away in Hell. No demons make a deal.
Dean's dead, after everything. Sam's alone.
He doesn't say a word for nine years.
o0o
The Pulse happened in 2011. Sam didn't really notice. He survived like he always does, wandering from place to place, hunting as needed. It wasn't long before his kills became human, if that was the only way.
Humans are easy to kill. Sam could grow to crave it, but he always forces himself to remember how Dean looked, after that alley, way back when they had just saved Dad. Everything got fucked after that, but Dean's self-disgust, his apprehension—Sam clings to that. It helps.
Nine years after Dean dies, eight years after the Pulse changed the landscape, Sam walks into a bar in Seattle. He's more than human, more than demon, more than angel. He's the closest thing to God walking the Earth, and the only thing he can't do is raise the dead. Turn back time. Die.
He walks into a bar in Seattle and bumps against a lithe, powerful body. "Sorry, man," someone mutters and brushes past him.
He knows that voice. He spins in place, following with his eyes, and lunges after him, yelling, "Dean!"
His first word since that horrible day, and this boy isn't a shapeshifter, isn't Dean's son, but he's the only thing remotely like his brother that Sam's seen in nearly a decade.
The kid doesn't pause. He doesn't know Sam.
But Sam knows him, and that's more than enough.
Title: not exactly prodigal
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: spoilers for season 5; possible blasphemy
Pairings: none stated
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 175
Point of view: third
Prompt: Lucifer (/any), Finally going back to Heaven
Before him, the Gate swings open. Angels line the street, swords tilted down, flame barely licking the blade. Sunlight glitters off the golden cobblestones, nearly blinding him after so long in a dark, cold cage.
Father waits at the end, a silver circlet on His head and another in His hand. Next to Him on the right is His Beloved Son, that arrogant bastard. A silver circlet glistens on his dark head and a smirk twists his lips. On Father's left is Michael, wings pale and beautiful. His smile is glorious. Almost like he never languished in the dark, wrapped entirely in Lucifer's arms, cocooned in the warm feathers of his wings. The silver circlet barely balances on his thick hair. Lucifer wouldn't be surprised if it slipped off.
"I do not repent," Lucifer announces for all of Heaven to hear. "I did nothing wrong then, or in this recent event."
Michael rolls his eyes. The Son narrows his.
God laughs, loud and long, and says fondly, "Oh, my boy, I have missed you."
Title: to everything a season
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: not my character
Warnings: spoilers for season 5
Pairings: none stated
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 110
Point of view: third
Prompt: Chuck!God + any(/any), visiting his favorite moments in creation, striking up conversations
So, Nero? Plays a mean-ass fiddle. Don't tell anyone, though. It's kind of a bad moment in the history of civilization. Such as it was, then, anyway.
Where were we?
Also, the Argentinosaurus? Dude, even for the creator of everything ever, that thing was fucking huge. Awesome.
And Mardi Gras! Who could forget Mardi Gras? Man, there's just too many moments to choose from.
Okay, fine. The first time a lion roared, the first time it rained, the first time wind whispered through the trees, the first time a whale did a body slam out of the waves...
This world is yours, child. Time is your playground. Find your own moments.
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Date: 2010-09-07 07:04 pm (UTC)Also, can I filch your Hellraiser icon? I'll give cred.
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Date: 2010-09-08 02:49 am (UTC)Thank you for reading!
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Date: 2010-09-10 12:06 am (UTC)Thank you for reading!
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Date: 2010-09-09 02:06 pm (UTC)Chuck!God, I like him!
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Date: 2011-04-22 12:56 pm (UTC)...(brilliantly foreshadowing aas that line is, still as shivery-fingers-messing-with-your-spine as all get out.)
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