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tigriswolfTitle: forgive me , father
Fandom: Gundam Wing Mobile Suit
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: takes place after Endless Waltz
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 255
Point of view: third
Prompt: Quatre, He keeps hoping the pilots can move beyond the war and what it did, but he fears the knife under his pillow will never be anywhere else...
Of them all, Quatre knows, he and Wufei have the greatest chance of moving on, blending in, letting go of the blood and the danger and... well, not the guilt, actually, but everything else that goes with it. Even if Wufei is a Preventor agent and therefore still a soldier, to some extent, he is fully recognized and sanctioned.
Heero has vanished, Trowa's about to, and Duo--well, no one really knows what Duo does, but soon enough, he'll probably go join Heero wherever Heero is.
Quatre was raised to be a businessman, not a warrior. But he still sleeps with a knife under his pillow and a gun beside his bed, he still catalogs every way in and out of a room, he still assesses the danger potential of everyone in the room, and he still thinks about how satisfying it would be to kill whoever is annoying him at the moment.
Of them all, he and Wufei should've had it the easiest settling into the peace their lost innocence wrought. But now Trowa and Duo have vanished too, probably to wherever Heero is, and Wufei told him yesterday that Une wants them found immediately before they're a danger to the world.
Quatre has a gun and a knife and his hands. He's tired of faking normal because he's not normal, he piloted Sandrock, he mastered ZERO, and Wufei will meet him tomorrow so that they can go find their brothers and maybe finally have the peace they nearly died to achieve.
Title: a spot of blood
Fandom: Batman: Under the Red Hood
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: The only things I know about Barbara come from the 90s cartoon, Birds of Prey, and Batman Beyond, and I don't know anything about her reaction/relationship to/with Jason Todd. Also, I don't know the timeline. If I'm off, just consider it AU. Also also, this is based on the recent Under the Red Hood movie, because it's been awhile since I read A Death in the Family.
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 180
Point of view: third
Prompt: DCU, Barbara Gordon, Joker, all she wanted was one hour with the Joker
She'd always thought Bruce made a mistake with Jason Todd. He was so different from Dick, so angry and dangerous, but he did seem to mature under Bruce's tutelage, to flourish. Yeah, he was a little more violent than Barbara liked, but...
Then the Joker killed him. And then the Joker shot her.
Barbara had never truly wanted to hurt someone before, to rend and tear, to rip a body apart until she was covered in blood and gore and death.
But if Batman wouldn't kill the Joker for Jason's murder, he wouldn't it for a simple loss of legs.
Dick offered; Barbara told him no. If anyone should get to kill the Joker, it ought to be Barbara, since Bruce refused and Jason was dead.
Except, it turns out... he wasn't. And whatever plan he has, it's scaring the criminals of Gotham and driving Bruce mad, and then, then--
The Joker is out of Arkham.
Barbara had always thought Bruce made a mistake in Jason Todd. Now, she wishes him luck and fantasizes about getting her own hour with the Joker.
Title: brothers and strangers
Fandom: Supernatural/Four Brothers
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: pre-series and pre-movie; implied child molestation
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 220
Point of view: third
Prompt: Dean/Jack, Jack was tempted to let this man have his way with him.
Jack does not like men touching him. That's been true since he was four and—yeah, not going there. But he doesn't like men, and he doesn't like men touching him, and if Bobby—who is not a man, but his brother—was here, then this douchebag wouldn't be looking at Jack like he's a piece of meat.
Jack knows that look. Jack hates that look. Worse, Jack fears that look, like he's still four, but he's not, and he left home and Ma, and Bobby's not here, and Jerry and Angel aren't here, and—
"Hey, kiddo, sorry I'm late," someone says, dropping onto the stool next to him. "The boss was being a dickhead, but I got away soon as a I could."
Jack stares at him blankly for a minute, taking in the warm hazel eyes and smartass smile, before nodding. "'s'kay, man, I think I was early."
They make smalltalk, the kind two friends who haven't seen each other in a while might, and the douchebag's stare shifts to the stranger, and Jack relaxes because this guy, whatever his name is, he can clearly take care of himself.
In fact, he reminds Jack of Bobby. For a moment, Jack even thinks about letting this man touch him, but whoever he is, he's not a brother.
Title: long live the king
Fandom: Supernatural/Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Angel the Series
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: spoilers for season five of Supernatural
Pairings: none, really
Rating: PGish
Wordcount: 275
Point of view: third
Prompt: Buffy/Supernatural, Drusilla on Sam, The stars told her about him
The stars whisper so pretty about the king to be, the boy born for Lucifer's fire, to burn and to scorch, to raze all that is for what will come.
glorious glorious glorious is the king, she tells Daddy and her darling William.
brightly burning, beautiful boy, she murmurs into Grandmum's skin as she returns her to the night.
He is young yet, still a child, unprepared for all that he will do and be. But his potential—
The stars sing and scream, and she dances dances dances, but her Spike won't whirl with her, and Daddy and Grandmum are gone, and she is alone, the pale princess in a tower of bone, waiting waiting waiting...
glorious is the king, she shouts to the dark sky as Lucifer's light pierces the night, telling all who can read the signs that he is returned, walking the world again, wings spread wide to shelter all his children from the cruel sun.
and the Son shall burn, and the Sword tarnish, weak and frail and bleeding so pretty, she tells the little doll in her arms, warmth filling her from the sweet veins. bleeding so pretty like you.
And a single short year later, the stars whisper that the king to be has defeated Lucifer and taken his throne, that the Sword is in his hand and by his side, and that finally, finally, the world is ours, to remake in our image, take it and do your will, meet your king.
And she does, the last of her bloodline, she seeks him out because he will need a seer, someone who can hear the song of the stars.
Title: better to be feared
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: none
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 150
Point of view: third
Prompt: shapeshifter (author's choice), being human
She wants to be beautiful, like every other woman. She wants to be loved and respected, and when all three of those dreams fail because, like Ma said, she's a monster ugly so go away, leave me alone, you're not my daughter
not my daughter
I couldn't've birthed somethin' like you
Well. She's not pretty, and no one likes her, and no one will ever respect her if they can't even look at her.
But she is strong, and she is so very clever, and so she changes. It's hard and it hurts, but she changes, becomes someone else, sheds her skin and is suddenly beautiful.
And if people only like her for her looks, she'll still never be respected.
And if people won't respect her, then, like Ma said, she'll just be a monster and let the world fear her.
Fear's better than love anyway, because fear will never go away.