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tigriswolfTitle: wolfsong
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: takes place in Hell; probably AU
Pairings: mentions of Sam/Madison
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 250
Point of view: third
Prompt: Madison, Hellhounds are the souls of dead werewolves
She is too young yet to be of Lilith's pack, but the others speak of their hunt for Winchester, Michael's Sword, God's Thundering Fist. He puts up a surprisingly weak fight, and Malachi, the eldest of all Lilith's wolves, howls his disappointment for Hell to hear.
She knows that name. She remembers his eyes, his hands. His brother's taste.
His brother. Lilith's enemy. Sam.
Sam. Oh, she remembers Sam. She could have loved him, she knows. In another world. A world where she was never bitten, never killed. Sam was something special.
And now, she listens to the howls that tell of Hell's attempt to woo him, to own him.
She could tell them of his strength. How Hell will never command him.
Dean's screams echo throughout the realm, and Malachi tells all the young ones of his taste. The heat of his blood, the fragility of his flesh and his bones. His brother begged for Lilith to call off the pack, and Malachi laughs at the memory.
But she remembers him. And she remembers Sam. Dean will soon be one of Alistair's favorites, and Sam will come for him. Hell will not break Sam.
She could tell them, but she is still so young. No one will listen.
Sam will rule Hell, she knows. He will defeat Lilith and then he will break Hell beneath his rage and reclaim his shattered brother.
Maybe she will rule the pack then, at his behest. She will gladly follow him.
After all… she remembers.
Title: the line in grayscale
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: takes place in Hell
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 210
Point of view: first
Prompt: Dean +/ Alastair, Hate that I can't hate you
C'mon, kiddo, don't be like that. You know you enjoy it, the blood and the screams. I'm the only one to ever understand you, Dean. You know that. I see the brokenness in you, the monster just waiting to be unleashed.
Oh, the hate in your eyes, Dean. It's beautiful. So tantalizing. You loathe me, and you don't even remember why. I know that, too. Your life Above… nothing but half a faded memory, lost beneath me and Hell, my razor and the rack.
Don't think I don't know you'll kill me, first chance you get. Down here, though, you can't. This is my playground, my workroom. Here I am king, unchallenged and undefeatable. And you, sweetheart, you're my heir. You're my masterpiece.
You'll get out of here, Dean. You'll return to the Above world and you'll see why your whole life has been a chessgame between Heaven and Hell.
You'll still be my heir, my favorite, even after you're the reason for my demise. And you can hate me for the rest of eternity, but it doesn't matter. Because I've twisted you up enough that you can't tell the difference between hate and love.
So hate me, boy. Hate me forever. I hate you, just as much.
Title: the best way of doing things
Fandom: Angel the Series
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: takes place just after series finale
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 110
Point of view: third
Prompts: Angel/Lindsey, "Seriously? You couldn't have shot me yourself?"
Honestly, Angel isn't all that surprised when he turns around to see Lindsey. There's a smirk twisting Lindsey's lips, a sword in one hand, and a gun in the other.
"Hey, Angel," Lindsey says. "We've got a few things to discuss."
Angel backs up a step. He still hasn't fully healed from Wolfram and Hart's last stand, he's not sure who all survived, and now Lindsey—
"I made the right call," Angel tells him, sure of that, at least.
Lindsey's chuckle is bitter and his fingers tighten on the hilt of his sword. "No, you didn't." His smirk hardens into a cold smile. "You should'a shot me yourself."
Title: watering hole
Fandom: Percy Jackson and the Olympians: The Lightning Thief movieverse
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: AUish?
Pairings: implied Luke/Percy
Rating: PGish
Wordcount: 88
Point of view: third
Prompt: Percy/Luke, bathing suit
He's the son of the ocean and he's always loved to swim. That's not surprising. And they're meant to use swim trunks if they ever go to the water at Camp. And he does try to always have trunks on.
But, well... it doesn't always work out that way, which is also not suprising. After all, Luke is the son of the Thief God (as he's proven so well) and--
Anyway. Yeah. Chiron grumbles at them after Aphrodite's daughters find them, but he isn't all that surprised, either.
Title: wrong thing for the right reason
Fandom: Leverage
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: none
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount:65
Point of view: third
Prompt: Team, Do we get to wear white hats now?
Hardison still hacks for fun, Sophie still plays with anyone she meets, Parker still steals(but she puts it back!), and Nate still thinks about his son every day. Eliot still punches and kicks and takes the hits, and sometimes (only when there is truly no other way) he kills.
They're still outside the law, but they're doing the right thing now.
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Date: 2010-09-15 09:00 pm (UTC)Damnit, I think that's the best snippet of myth I've ever heard.
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Date: 2010-09-15 11:15 pm (UTC)Thank you for reading!
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Date: 2010-09-15 10:16 pm (UTC)SO. GOOD. And the lyrical quality of that line *happy shiver*
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Date: 2010-09-20 12:43 pm (UTC)Luke...
Date: 2010-11-09 12:49 am (UTC)Re: Luke...
Date: 2010-11-09 03:31 pm (UTC)