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Title: If Bird or Devil
Fandom: Maleficent
Word count: 175
Disclaimer: I don't own Maleficent, and the title's from Edgar Allan Poe.
Characters: Diaval
Prompt: any. any. you've changed so much but it's still you
The others circle around Diaval at a cautious distance, curious and wary. Who are you? they ask. What are you?
Diaval isn't sure he knows the answer anymore. Raven-but-not, man-but-not, skinshifter, anything whatsoever his Mistress wants him to be. Perhaps he's a demon, like that man said, the one with the net and the dogs and the cruelty. In any case, everything has changed, so he turns away and doesn't even try to explain.
His sister, the only other survivor from their nest, is the first to really come close. Who are you? What are you? Diaval?
He stares at her for a long time, head tilted. Diaval, he says at last. I am Diaval.
She hops closer and runs her beak briefly through his feathers. You've changed so much.
He knows that. She knows he knows that.
Be safe, brother, she warns. The faerie queen's magic is twisted and dark.
He can't promise that, and he doesn't want to hear her warnings. He takes to the sky without another word, winging toward the Moors.
Title: All Mine (You Have To Be)
Fandom: The Moth Diaries
Word count: 499
Disclaimer: I don't own The Moth Diaries, and the title's from Portishead.
Warnings: Horror themes, psychological torment, and femslash
Pairing: Rebecca/Lucy, past Ernessa/Lucy
Prompt: any. any. I will follow you into the dark.
There are moths everywhere, so thick in the air that she could drown. She feels them crawling on her face and hands and underneath her clothes.
They scatter suddenly, clouds of dusky wings in every direction, and there stands Lucy, just as thin and pale as when she was dying. She looks so light, so wispy, as though she might at any moment float away with the moths.
"Murderer," whispers Lucy, and the wind captures it, carries it, makes it loud.
Rebecca can't breathe. There's something liquid and warm filling up her mouth, her throat. She chokes and coughs up red blood onto the massed wings of the moths that still crawl beneath her.
She wakes gasping and sobbing.
~
Lucy smiles gently, tenderly, but her eyes are dead and cold.
"I didn't kill you," cries Rebecca. "It was Ernessa. Ernessa did it!" She realises that she's weeping, and wipes angrily at her eyes.
"She was the best thing that ever happened to me, do you understand that?" Lucy snarls, baring too-long eye teeth. "She was wonderful and you burnt her to ashes. She was going to make you hers. We would have been together forever in death, the three of us, but you couldn't bear that. You're the one who couldn't ever bear it when you didn't have me all to yourself, all yours."
Lucy walks or floats, it's impossible to tell which one with the undulating carpet of moths at their feet. Rebecca doesn't fight or try to pull away when Lucy embraces her, not even when she feels the sharp teeth piercing her neck.
What better death than death in Lucy's arms, knowing that Ernessa can never again hurt (have) her most precious friend?
She wakes exhausted and weakened, as though she has not slept at all. She lies unmoving and pale for a long time, a hint of a smile upon her lips.
~
Rebecca dreams of Lucy every time she sleeps. Lucy embracing her, Lucy kissing her lips and neck and breasts, Lucy's fingers inside her, Lucy drinking her blood. Rebecca feels and looks more weak, more ill, every time she wakes.
She tells her mother that she's fine, really, it's sure to pass. She says the same thing to the doctors, insists even though she knows they don't believe her.
She remembers when this happened to Lucy. She remembers looking down at Lucy's corpse, pretty and all alone in her coffin.
~
Lucy is there waiting when Rebecca rises from her grave. Rebecca's throat is dry, thirst torments her and makes her want to rip some(one)thing wide open and feast like a rabid animal, but there's something she has to make sure of first.
"You're all mine now, aren't you, Lucy?" she demands, intense and possessive.
Lucy smiles sweetly. Her eyes are dead and cold, but so are Rebecca's now. "I've always belonged to someone," says Lucy, "and I think I always will."
She links arms with Rebecca, and together they walk into the moonless night.
Title: the light won't find you, holding hands
Fandom: Maleficent
Word count: 321
Disclaimer: I don't own Maleficent, and the title's from Tears For Fears.
Pairing: Maleficent/Diaval
Characters: Maleficent, Diaval, Aurora
Prompt: Maleficent, Maleficent/Diabhal, devotion and love
They call her The Mistress Of All Evil, now, and they call him a devil bird and a witch's familiar. They say that she stole the queen, or killed her, at last satisfying the wounded pride that once drove her to curse an infant princess.
There is so much that they do not know.
Queen Aurora, betrayed, wounded and desperate, ran to her faerie godmother and the bird that played with and cared for her all her childhood. The vicious, supernatural thorns that once again barricade the Moors are there for her protection.
Somehow, in spite of everything, Aurora remains gentle and kind. "It's alright, godmother," she says, one of Maleficent's hands held between both of hers, but she is scarred and there are shadows in her eyes that were never there before. She still has not asked to set foot outside the thorns, and Maleficent suspects she never will.
Nothing is alright.
Diaval alights on his Mistress' shoulder, and the faerie strokes his feathers. Aurora smiles at them, but that smile is a tremulous thing with little of brightness, nothing like it used to be.
Later, when they are alone and Diaval is man-shaped, he murmurs the secrets he has learned, while his Mistress listens and plots their further revenge.
"The Mistress Of All Evil," she muses. "It has a certain ring to it, does it not, my pet?" There is a sinister smirk on her red lips, flavoured by her ever-darker magic.
Once, Diaval would have disagreed. Now, he kisses her hand and says, with malevolent satisfaction, "They are so afraid."
Her answering laugh should be chilling, but Diaval smiles affectionately and preens her hair with his fingers. She looks at him with a promise in her eyes and draws him into a kiss.
He will never leave her side, he knows, no matter how dark her magic grows, not even if she commands all the powers of hell.
Title: more, give me more
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Word count: 61
Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy, and the title's from Fever Ray.
Characters: Willow Rosenberg, Xander Harris
Prompt: any Whedonverse. any. dinner
Willow's first meal as a vampire is everything she never knew she wanted, blood the only food she'll ever need or want. She turns to look at Xander, pouts with lips wet and red, and says, "I want more."
Xander smiles like the Big Bad Wolf might have smiled at Little Red Riding Hood, only she's the Wolf now, isn't she?
Title: Victory
Fandom: Dracula
Word count: 45
Disclaimer: I don't own Dracula.
Pairing: Lucy/Mina
Prompt: any book. any. together we are stronger.
Lucy and Mina stand triumphant over the ashes that are all that remains of the Count, their supposed master. Lucy laughs, fangs flashing, and grasps Mina's hands in hers. "I could not have done this alone, darling; you reminded me of who I really am."
Title: If Bird or Devil
Fandom: Maleficent
Word count: 175
Disclaimer: I don't own Maleficent, and the title's from Edgar Allan Poe.
Characters: Diaval
Prompt: any. any. you've changed so much but it's still you
The others circle around Diaval at a cautious distance, curious and wary. Who are you? they ask. What are you?
Diaval isn't sure he knows the answer anymore. Raven-but-not, man-but-not, skinshifter, anything whatsoever his Mistress wants him to be. Perhaps he's a demon, like that man said, the one with the net and the dogs and the cruelty. In any case, everything has changed, so he turns away and doesn't even try to explain.
His sister, the only other survivor from their nest, is the first to really come close. Who are you? What are you? Diaval?
He stares at her for a long time, head tilted. Diaval, he says at last. I am Diaval.
She hops closer and runs her beak briefly through his feathers. You've changed so much.
He knows that. She knows he knows that.
Be safe, brother, she warns. The faerie queen's magic is twisted and dark.
He can't promise that, and he doesn't want to hear her warnings. He takes to the sky without another word, winging toward the Moors.
Title: All Mine (You Have To Be)
Fandom: The Moth Diaries
Word count: 499
Disclaimer: I don't own The Moth Diaries, and the title's from Portishead.
Warnings: Horror themes, psychological torment, and femslash
Pairing: Rebecca/Lucy, past Ernessa/Lucy
Prompt: any. any. I will follow you into the dark.
There are moths everywhere, so thick in the air that she could drown. She feels them crawling on her face and hands and underneath her clothes.
They scatter suddenly, clouds of dusky wings in every direction, and there stands Lucy, just as thin and pale as when she was dying. She looks so light, so wispy, as though she might at any moment float away with the moths.
"Murderer," whispers Lucy, and the wind captures it, carries it, makes it loud.
Rebecca can't breathe. There's something liquid and warm filling up her mouth, her throat. She chokes and coughs up red blood onto the massed wings of the moths that still crawl beneath her.
She wakes gasping and sobbing.
~
Lucy smiles gently, tenderly, but her eyes are dead and cold.
"I didn't kill you," cries Rebecca. "It was Ernessa. Ernessa did it!" She realises that she's weeping, and wipes angrily at her eyes.
"She was the best thing that ever happened to me, do you understand that?" Lucy snarls, baring too-long eye teeth. "She was wonderful and you burnt her to ashes. She was going to make you hers. We would have been together forever in death, the three of us, but you couldn't bear that. You're the one who couldn't ever bear it when you didn't have me all to yourself, all yours."
Lucy walks or floats, it's impossible to tell which one with the undulating carpet of moths at their feet. Rebecca doesn't fight or try to pull away when Lucy embraces her, not even when she feels the sharp teeth piercing her neck.
What better death than death in Lucy's arms, knowing that Ernessa can never again hurt (have) her most precious friend?
She wakes exhausted and weakened, as though she has not slept at all. She lies unmoving and pale for a long time, a hint of a smile upon her lips.
~
Rebecca dreams of Lucy every time she sleeps. Lucy embracing her, Lucy kissing her lips and neck and breasts, Lucy's fingers inside her, Lucy drinking her blood. Rebecca feels and looks more weak, more ill, every time she wakes.
She tells her mother that she's fine, really, it's sure to pass. She says the same thing to the doctors, insists even though she knows they don't believe her.
She remembers when this happened to Lucy. She remembers looking down at Lucy's corpse, pretty and all alone in her coffin.
~
Lucy is there waiting when Rebecca rises from her grave. Rebecca's throat is dry, thirst torments her and makes her want to rip some(one)thing wide open and feast like a rabid animal, but there's something she has to make sure of first.
"You're all mine now, aren't you, Lucy?" she demands, intense and possessive.
Lucy smiles sweetly. Her eyes are dead and cold, but so are Rebecca's now. "I've always belonged to someone," says Lucy, "and I think I always will."
She links arms with Rebecca, and together they walk into the moonless night.
Title: the light won't find you, holding hands
Fandom: Maleficent
Word count: 321
Disclaimer: I don't own Maleficent, and the title's from Tears For Fears.
Pairing: Maleficent/Diaval
Characters: Maleficent, Diaval, Aurora
Prompt: Maleficent, Maleficent/Diabhal, devotion and love
They call her The Mistress Of All Evil, now, and they call him a devil bird and a witch's familiar. They say that she stole the queen, or killed her, at last satisfying the wounded pride that once drove her to curse an infant princess.
There is so much that they do not know.
Queen Aurora, betrayed, wounded and desperate, ran to her faerie godmother and the bird that played with and cared for her all her childhood. The vicious, supernatural thorns that once again barricade the Moors are there for her protection.
Somehow, in spite of everything, Aurora remains gentle and kind. "It's alright, godmother," she says, one of Maleficent's hands held between both of hers, but she is scarred and there are shadows in her eyes that were never there before. She still has not asked to set foot outside the thorns, and Maleficent suspects she never will.
Nothing is alright.
Diaval alights on his Mistress' shoulder, and the faerie strokes his feathers. Aurora smiles at them, but that smile is a tremulous thing with little of brightness, nothing like it used to be.
Later, when they are alone and Diaval is man-shaped, he murmurs the secrets he has learned, while his Mistress listens and plots their further revenge.
"The Mistress Of All Evil," she muses. "It has a certain ring to it, does it not, my pet?" There is a sinister smirk on her red lips, flavoured by her ever-darker magic.
Once, Diaval would have disagreed. Now, he kisses her hand and says, with malevolent satisfaction, "They are so afraid."
Her answering laugh should be chilling, but Diaval smiles affectionately and preens her hair with his fingers. She looks at him with a promise in her eyes and draws him into a kiss.
He will never leave her side, he knows, no matter how dark her magic grows, not even if she commands all the powers of hell.
Title: more, give me more
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Word count: 61
Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy, and the title's from Fever Ray.
Characters: Willow Rosenberg, Xander Harris
Prompt: any Whedonverse. any. dinner
Willow's first meal as a vampire is everything she never knew she wanted, blood the only food she'll ever need or want. She turns to look at Xander, pouts with lips wet and red, and says, "I want more."
Xander smiles like the Big Bad Wolf might have smiled at Little Red Riding Hood, only she's the Wolf now, isn't she?
Title: Victory
Fandom: Dracula
Word count: 45
Disclaimer: I don't own Dracula.
Pairing: Lucy/Mina
Prompt: any book. any. together we are stronger.
Lucy and Mina stand triumphant over the ashes that are all that remains of the Count, their supposed master. Lucy laughs, fangs flashing, and grasps Mina's hands in hers. "I could not have done this alone, darling; you reminded me of who I really am."