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tigriswolf) wrote2011-08-24 11:22 am
tigriswolf) wrote2011-08-24 11:22 am
Entry tags:
- actor: jared padalecki,
- actor: jeffrey dean morgan,
- actor: jensen ackles,
- actor: tom hardy,
- crossover fic,
- crossover: wc/inception/hl,
- fanfic: highlander,
- fanfic: inception,
- fanfic: supernatural,
- fanfic: white collar,
- fic,
- gen,
- movie fic,
- point of view: arthur,
- point of view: methos,
- point of view: neal caffrey,
- point of view: sam winchester,
- point of view: third person,
- point of view: trickster/gabriel,
- rated pg,
- rated pg-thirteen,
- series: comment_fic,
- title: d,
- title: f,
- title: h,
- title: t,
- tv fic,
- type: oneshot,
- type: past tense,
- type: present tense,
- wordcount: drabble
comment_fic 601-605: SN, HL, WC/Inception/HL
Title: the day of my destiny is over
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Lord Byron
Warnings: takes place in season 6; torture
Pairings: none
Rating: PG13
Wordcount: 135
Point of view: third
Prompt: Supernatural, Sam, hell is no place for anyone who has no taste for the sight of blood
He's chained on his knees, hands crossed at his back, blood pooling around him.
"Well, well," Alistair's replacement purrs, walking up and caressing his head. "The pupil's brother. Our Lord's Vessel. You're cuter than I thought."
So much blood. Dripping from his mouth, oozing from his pores. An ocean of blood, and still more.
He never did like the sight of it. The stench. Dad told him to get used to it. Dean didn't think it was that bad. Sam wishes he were still in the cage, still wrapped in Lucifer's warmth and Michael's light.
"Pretty eyes," the replacement murmurs, crouching down in front of him, trailing fingers in the blood and licking it off. "Tastes like Heaven."
Sam keeps silent, gaze on the blood until he closes his eyes. He can still smell it.
Title: dogs have owners. cats have staff.
Fandom: Highlander
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 115
Point of view: third
Prompt: any, any, it's amazing what a cat will do for you when you speak to it in classical Egyptian
There is a language Methos knows, forgotten by everyone else, from a place so long ago... well. Cats were worshipped once. He remembers. He remembers the second wave, too, when they tried to reclaim their places and ended as witch familiars, punished just like their mistresses and masters.
Cats have never been subservient to anyone. Not the ones still in the wild, magnificent and beautiful, or the 'domestic' ones with human servants. Every time he hears someone gush about their 'pet cat,' Methos has to hold in a scoff.
He remembers. He was there. Even the most ancient form of Egyptian is slightly wrong.
There's a reason cats in the wild don't meow.
Title: history is the killing of kings
Fandom: Highlander
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: spoilers for all of Highlander
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 180
Point of view: third
Prompt: Highlander, Methos, leading does not interest him. He knows he was born to be second-in-command.
Methos has been a lord, a king, and a god. All of them were fun, for a time, but he lost interest in a throne long ago.
Tyrants are overthrown. Kings are assassinated. Gods are brought low.
Methos endures. Never again will he be the face of the regime, answering prayers or speaking to the masses. He is the plotter, the planner, the one who sees a dozen steps in advance. Of the Horsemen, there is a reason he is the only one left. Methos is patient.
He can lead. He has before, he will again. And maybe one day, he'll find someone with Kronos' passion, MacLeod's strength, someone worthy in all aspects, and he'll put that child on a throne. He will guard the child, he will guide the child, he will be the power behind a figurehead…
Methos will not be overthrown, or assassinated, or brought low. He is the shadow controlling everything, inescapable and uncatchable, the whisper in the dark that rules nations.
He endures. He survives. History is the killing of kings, and he is history walking.
Title: forget the glories he hath known
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Wordsworth
Warnings: takes place at the end of season 4
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 75
Point of view: third
Prompt: Supernatural, Gabriel, his reaction when he feels Lucifer returning to earth
Gabriel is swimming with dolphins off the coast of Australia when he feels Lucifer spread his wings, stepping out of the cage. No, he thinks, immediately losing control of the shape and sinking down down down, not even noticing until he hits the ocean floor.
No, he thinks again.
Lucifer's greeting blasts across Creation; there is no angel or demon who does not hear it. Brothers, he calls. Sisters. Join me or perish.
Gabriel whispers, No.
Title: the alliance of the ages
Fandom: Inception/White Collar/Highlander
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: AU
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 235
Point of view: third
Prompt: Inception/White Collar/Red/Highlander, Arthur + Neal as Frank's fraternal twin sons, the day they find out that Arthur and Neal are both immortal
Arthur died first, though neither of them knew it. His first death, at twenty-two, involved falling down a flight of stairs and landing wrong, snapping his neck. He woke up twelve hours later with no one the wiser, and he thought he'd only been knocked unconscious.
Neal died four months later, when one of his marks got the better of him. When he woke up, he figured he'd hit his head dodging bullets; he always hated guns after that.
Arthur and Neal didn't see each other for the better part of eight years, and when they met up again, they'd both been taught the basics. They each guessed when they actually died; both of their guesses were wrong, but no one would ever know.
When Arthur felt the approaching immortal, he moved to place his back against the wall and had his hand on his gun; he could play fair, he often chose not to.
Neal, meanwhile, acted carefree, waltzing through the airport like he owned the entire continent. Most of his kind, he'd learned, couldn't tell where the buzz came from. In the crowded building, no one would be able to pinpoint it as him.
When they saw each other, they knew. Once getting past the shock of realizing their twin had died without them knowing, both were ecstatic, because, if they played their cards right, they'd never have to die again.
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Lord Byron
Warnings: takes place in season 6; torture
Pairings: none
Rating: PG13
Wordcount: 135
Point of view: third
Prompt: Supernatural, Sam, hell is no place for anyone who has no taste for the sight of blood
He's chained on his knees, hands crossed at his back, blood pooling around him.
"Well, well," Alistair's replacement purrs, walking up and caressing his head. "The pupil's brother. Our Lord's Vessel. You're cuter than I thought."
So much blood. Dripping from his mouth, oozing from his pores. An ocean of blood, and still more.
He never did like the sight of it. The stench. Dad told him to get used to it. Dean didn't think it was that bad. Sam wishes he were still in the cage, still wrapped in Lucifer's warmth and Michael's light.
"Pretty eyes," the replacement murmurs, crouching down in front of him, trailing fingers in the blood and licking it off. "Tastes like Heaven."
Sam keeps silent, gaze on the blood until he closes his eyes. He can still smell it.
Title: dogs have owners. cats have staff.
Fandom: Highlander
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 115
Point of view: third
Prompt: any, any, it's amazing what a cat will do for you when you speak to it in classical Egyptian
There is a language Methos knows, forgotten by everyone else, from a place so long ago... well. Cats were worshipped once. He remembers. He remembers the second wave, too, when they tried to reclaim their places and ended as witch familiars, punished just like their mistresses and masters.
Cats have never been subservient to anyone. Not the ones still in the wild, magnificent and beautiful, or the 'domestic' ones with human servants. Every time he hears someone gush about their 'pet cat,' Methos has to hold in a scoff.
He remembers. He was there. Even the most ancient form of Egyptian is slightly wrong.
There's a reason cats in the wild don't meow.
Title: history is the killing of kings
Fandom: Highlander
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: spoilers for all of Highlander
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 180
Point of view: third
Prompt: Highlander, Methos, leading does not interest him. He knows he was born to be second-in-command.
Methos has been a lord, a king, and a god. All of them were fun, for a time, but he lost interest in a throne long ago.
Tyrants are overthrown. Kings are assassinated. Gods are brought low.
Methos endures. Never again will he be the face of the regime, answering prayers or speaking to the masses. He is the plotter, the planner, the one who sees a dozen steps in advance. Of the Horsemen, there is a reason he is the only one left. Methos is patient.
He can lead. He has before, he will again. And maybe one day, he'll find someone with Kronos' passion, MacLeod's strength, someone worthy in all aspects, and he'll put that child on a throne. He will guard the child, he will guide the child, he will be the power behind a figurehead…
Methos will not be overthrown, or assassinated, or brought low. He is the shadow controlling everything, inescapable and uncatchable, the whisper in the dark that rules nations.
He endures. He survives. History is the killing of kings, and he is history walking.
Title: forget the glories he hath known
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Wordsworth
Warnings: takes place at the end of season 4
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 75
Point of view: third
Prompt: Supernatural, Gabriel, his reaction when he feels Lucifer returning to earth
Gabriel is swimming with dolphins off the coast of Australia when he feels Lucifer spread his wings, stepping out of the cage. No, he thinks, immediately losing control of the shape and sinking down down down, not even noticing until he hits the ocean floor.
No, he thinks again.
Lucifer's greeting blasts across Creation; there is no angel or demon who does not hear it. Brothers, he calls. Sisters. Join me or perish.
Gabriel whispers, No.
Title: the alliance of the ages
Fandom: Inception/White Collar/Highlander
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: AU
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 235
Point of view: third
Prompt: Inception/White Collar/Red/Highlander, Arthur + Neal as Frank's fraternal twin sons, the day they find out that Arthur and Neal are both immortal
Arthur died first, though neither of them knew it. His first death, at twenty-two, involved falling down a flight of stairs and landing wrong, snapping his neck. He woke up twelve hours later with no one the wiser, and he thought he'd only been knocked unconscious.
Neal died four months later, when one of his marks got the better of him. When he woke up, he figured he'd hit his head dodging bullets; he always hated guns after that.
Arthur and Neal didn't see each other for the better part of eight years, and when they met up again, they'd both been taught the basics. They each guessed when they actually died; both of their guesses were wrong, but no one would ever know.
When Arthur felt the approaching immortal, he moved to place his back against the wall and had his hand on his gun; he could play fair, he often chose not to.
Neal, meanwhile, acted carefree, waltzing through the airport like he owned the entire continent. Most of his kind, he'd learned, couldn't tell where the buzz came from. In the crowded building, no one would be able to pinpoint it as him.
When they saw each other, they knew. Once getting past the shock of realizing their twin had died without them knowing, both were ecstatic, because, if they played their cards right, they'd never have to die again.
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http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/forgotten-language/
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And the last one is my favorite - I love those two together :)
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I like your Methos insight.
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