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tigriswolfTitle: by the pale light of the blooded moon
Fandom: Supernatural/Highlander/Arthurian legend
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: takes place season 2/early season 3 of Supernatural; AUish for Supernatural
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 320
Point of view: third
Prompt: Supernatural, any hunter(s) + any supernatural creature, "Burn me? That's your answer... Burn anything you're afraid of. Burn anything you can't control."
"Burn me?" he asks gently. "That's your answer? Burn anything you're afraid of... burn anything you can't control?" He laughs, softly at first, but it rises, cold and sharp as a knife. It ends suddenly as his eyes focus on the petty little man with his petty little fears. "What is your name, hunter?"
"Gordon Walker," the man says, fingers tight around his blade.
Blade. Not the best weapon to choose this night, beneath a blooded moon.
He smiles at the man; Walker tries not to flinch. "Why do you hunt me, hunter?"
"You're a monster," Walker says simply, so courageous, so unbending. "Monsters gotta be put down."
He laughs again, colder, sharper. "Better than you have tried, hunter." He looks around the circle of men, armed with silver and blessed weapons, armed with paltry spells and righteousness.
One weapon could kill him, if used by the right person. None of these men are that person, and none of them hold that weapon.
"I survive," he tells them quietly. "I grow stronger. And one day, I shall consume nations. One day, I will reap the world." He spreads his hands. "You cannot touch me, little hunters."
Death is in the circle without a whisper, a frail man in a suit, standing tall beside his son. With a wave of his hand, a flash of his ring, all die in a moment.
Walker alone remains, staring down at his companions. "You die elsewhere," Father informs him with a dismissive gesture. "Leave now."
Walker drops his weapon and flees. Laughter follows him.
.
"Playing with mortals again?" Father asks him.
"I go by Methos now," he says. "I've been back for – oh, a couple hundred years."
Father laughs. "I like the name. I'll release your king soon; the time is almost right."
"Thank you," he says, smiling at the pale mare cantering along the shore. Father claps him on the shoulder and is gone.
Title: the death of faith
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: pre-series
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 38
Point of view: third
Prompt: Supernatural, Dean, I stopped believing in Santa Claus when I was 4 years old
The Christmas after the fire, all Dean asked Santa for was Mommy.
He woke up Christmas morning to Sammy crying and Daddy stinking of booze.
Mommy was still gone.
Dean didn't believe in Santa or God after that.
Title: code-switching
Fandom: Avengers movieverse
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: AUish
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 105
Point of view: third
Prompt: MCU, Loki +/ Thor, they play the hero-villain game very often and in every new world, they switch
What do you want to be now, brother? he asks before writing the runes on the wind.
The arrogant princeling who must be brought low, his brother decides. And you?
He smiles, sketching out the spell. I'll be your nemesis, of course. The clever, misunderstood second prince.
His brother's grin is bloody and lightning flashes along his skin.
They have been heroes and villains and both and neither. They have been peasants and gods and kings. They have destroyed worlds and created nations.
Odin has no idea what grows in his wife's womb, or what he'll find in the ruins of a temple.
They always know.
Title: and beats high mountain down
Fandom: Highlander
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from The Hobbit by Tolkien.
Warnings: implied character death
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 75
Point of view: third
Prompt: Highlander, Methos,
Deathwish without a prayer
End of hope
End of love
End of time
The rest is silence
In the end, there is one.
.
He stands on a blood-soaked field and watches rain fall. He has stood here before; he will stand here again.
Honor does not save anyone. Nor does reason. Love is a shackle and friends anchors.
He is not shackled and has no anchors.
He stands alone at the end, victorious.
.
There was never any other way.
Of the million regrets that litter his path, survival is not one of them.
Title: mask undone
Fandom: White Collar
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: future!fic; AU
Pairings: Peter/Elizabeth
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 190
Point of view: third
Prompt: any, any,
You can fall for chains of silver, you can fall for chains of gold,
You can fall for pretty strangers and the promises they hold.
Neal is flashy and sharp, brilliant and remote. He's a smile and a laugh, bright eyes and glorious ideas. He's a thousand lies all wrapped up in pretty packaging, and the worst of it is that Peter knows that. Has always known it.
And he still fell for it.
.
Neal is a thief. Reformed, Peter, remember? he'd say, if he were here.
If he were here.
.
They all fell for it. The entirety of the office, June, Elizabeth, Mozzie, Peter.
It's those last two that keep surprising Peter.
.
Self-fulfilling prophecies, El whispers, to comfort herself. All those agents, muttering about it being a con.
Peter doesn't say, But it was a con.
.
Mozzie vanishes a day after Neal does. But first, he shows up at Peter's house and demands to know if Peter was in on it.
Peter wasn't. Neither was Mozzie.
.
Peter wonders, sometimes, while flipping through the file he'll never admit to having, what the plan was. What the endgame was. Years of Neal's life, four of them in prison… what was he doing? What did he get out of it?
Peter will never know.
Fandom: Supernatural/Highlander/Arthurian legend
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: takes place season 2/early season 3 of Supernatural; AUish for Supernatural
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 320
Point of view: third
Prompt: Supernatural, any hunter(s) + any supernatural creature, "Burn me? That's your answer... Burn anything you're afraid of. Burn anything you can't control."
"Burn me?" he asks gently. "That's your answer? Burn anything you're afraid of... burn anything you can't control?" He laughs, softly at first, but it rises, cold and sharp as a knife. It ends suddenly as his eyes focus on the petty little man with his petty little fears. "What is your name, hunter?"
"Gordon Walker," the man says, fingers tight around his blade.
Blade. Not the best weapon to choose this night, beneath a blooded moon.
He smiles at the man; Walker tries not to flinch. "Why do you hunt me, hunter?"
"You're a monster," Walker says simply, so courageous, so unbending. "Monsters gotta be put down."
He laughs again, colder, sharper. "Better than you have tried, hunter." He looks around the circle of men, armed with silver and blessed weapons, armed with paltry spells and righteousness.
One weapon could kill him, if used by the right person. None of these men are that person, and none of them hold that weapon.
"I survive," he tells them quietly. "I grow stronger. And one day, I shall consume nations. One day, I will reap the world." He spreads his hands. "You cannot touch me, little hunters."
Death is in the circle without a whisper, a frail man in a suit, standing tall beside his son. With a wave of his hand, a flash of his ring, all die in a moment.
Walker alone remains, staring down at his companions. "You die elsewhere," Father informs him with a dismissive gesture. "Leave now."
Walker drops his weapon and flees. Laughter follows him.
.
"Playing with mortals again?" Father asks him.
"I go by Methos now," he says. "I've been back for – oh, a couple hundred years."
Father laughs. "I like the name. I'll release your king soon; the time is almost right."
"Thank you," he says, smiling at the pale mare cantering along the shore. Father claps him on the shoulder and is gone.
Title: the death of faith
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: pre-series
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 38
Point of view: third
Prompt: Supernatural, Dean, I stopped believing in Santa Claus when I was 4 years old
The Christmas after the fire, all Dean asked Santa for was Mommy.
He woke up Christmas morning to Sammy crying and Daddy stinking of booze.
Mommy was still gone.
Dean didn't believe in Santa or God after that.
Title: code-switching
Fandom: Avengers movieverse
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: AUish
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 105
Point of view: third
Prompt: MCU, Loki +/ Thor, they play the hero-villain game very often and in every new world, they switch
What do you want to be now, brother? he asks before writing the runes on the wind.
The arrogant princeling who must be brought low, his brother decides. And you?
He smiles, sketching out the spell. I'll be your nemesis, of course. The clever, misunderstood second prince.
His brother's grin is bloody and lightning flashes along his skin.
They have been heroes and villains and both and neither. They have been peasants and gods and kings. They have destroyed worlds and created nations.
Odin has no idea what grows in his wife's womb, or what he'll find in the ruins of a temple.
They always know.
Title: and beats high mountain down
Fandom: Highlander
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from The Hobbit by Tolkien.
Warnings: implied character death
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 75
Point of view: third
Prompt: Highlander, Methos,
Deathwish without a prayer
End of hope
End of love
End of time
The rest is silence
In the end, there is one.
.
He stands on a blood-soaked field and watches rain fall. He has stood here before; he will stand here again.
Honor does not save anyone. Nor does reason. Love is a shackle and friends anchors.
He is not shackled and has no anchors.
He stands alone at the end, victorious.
.
There was never any other way.
Of the million regrets that litter his path, survival is not one of them.
Title: mask undone
Fandom: White Collar
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: future!fic; AU
Pairings: Peter/Elizabeth
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 190
Point of view: third
Prompt: any, any,
You can fall for chains of silver, you can fall for chains of gold,
You can fall for pretty strangers and the promises they hold.
Neal is flashy and sharp, brilliant and remote. He's a smile and a laugh, bright eyes and glorious ideas. He's a thousand lies all wrapped up in pretty packaging, and the worst of it is that Peter knows that. Has always known it.
And he still fell for it.
.
Neal is a thief. Reformed, Peter, remember? he'd say, if he were here.
If he were here.
.
They all fell for it. The entirety of the office, June, Elizabeth, Mozzie, Peter.
It's those last two that keep surprising Peter.
.
Self-fulfilling prophecies, El whispers, to comfort herself. All those agents, muttering about it being a con.
Peter doesn't say, But it was a con.
.
Mozzie vanishes a day after Neal does. But first, he shows up at Peter's house and demands to know if Peter was in on it.
Peter wasn't. Neither was Mozzie.
.
Peter wonders, sometimes, while flipping through the file he'll never admit to having, what the plan was. What the endgame was. Years of Neal's life, four of them in prison… what was he doing? What did he get out of it?
Peter will never know.
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Date: 2013-02-18 05:04 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2013-02-19 03:38 am (UTC)Thank you for reading!
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Date: 2013-02-19 12:12 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2013-02-19 03:38 am (UTC)Thanks for reading!
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Date: 2013-02-19 03:38 am (UTC)Thanks for reading!
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Date: 2013-02-19 12:13 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2013-02-19 03:39 am (UTC)Thank you so much!
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Date: 2013-02-20 02:02 pm (UTC)Thor and Loki as world-jumpers is awesome, and Odin is still Odin (that is, foolish) XD
And I kind of feel sorry for Peter, got a feeling of denied unrequited crush or love there, though he still has Elizabeth and work to do.
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Date: 2013-02-20 07:38 pm (UTC)Thank you for reading!
Methos
Date: 2013-11-14 03:16 pm (UTC)Perfect just perfect. If you want to describe Methos in a sentence this is it.
Re: Methos
Date: 2013-11-14 07:00 pm (UTC)Thank you so very much!