Aubade
Summary: Life can take so long to climb clear of its wrong beginnings, and may never.The house around them had fallen in on itself as decay slowly ate everything. The ghost faded away, still pleading. Between Tsuzuki's fingers, the fuda echoed with spent magic ( Read more... )

Summary: Afterwards they agreed to never speak of it again. Mostly because, in retrospect, the talking birds wearing spectacles were the part that seemed least crazy. YnM/Merlin. Merlin and Arthur meet Hisoka and Tsuzuki. For veleda_k.

Hammerspace"This," Arthur waved, meaning the strange room full of stranger people, "is not Albion ( Read more... )

Summary: Every culture had its own death gods and demons, and Sam has always been methodical. SPN/YnM. 250 words. For lady_ganesh.

All Other Thy Servants

By this point Sam was not fazed by the messy tie and black trench coat or the way the demon stared questioningly down at the lines of the devil's trap. Some were calm and some raged and it never made any ( Read more... )

Summary: Death, like a great many other things that happened in France, isn't quite what Bradley expects. YnM/MerlinRPS. Almost not crack. For p_zeitgeist.

Not in the Job Description

"Huh." Bradley stared out at the cobbled courtyard. People rushed frantically and the horse was still rearing, but everything felt slow and distant. "I always thought this kind of ( Read more... )

Summary: "Let you kill me?" He pauses, as if he's actually considering it. "No: you'd feel cheated. You'll want to earn that."

(AN: Written for lady_ganesh. My thanks, as always, to p_zeitgeist for letting me play in her sandbox. )

Scheherazade (The Dawn Breaking Overdub)The book of spells kept shifting, words surfacing and fading, the size and weight and thickness ( Read more... )

Write 10 different categories of fic, each in 10 words or less.

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AN: Part of the Winter Collection.

Or Call It WinterAt no point did Tatsumi actually agree to this. But when has that ever mattered, Tatsumi thinks, as he walks down crowded streets. Tsuzuki breaks away and returns, peering into huge store-windows fancifully decorated, eyes bright with happiness. Tsuzuki's face is flushed, his nose pink with cold ( Read more... )

AN: Written for wordsofastory. Part of the Winter Collection.

Palais d'HiverThe walls are made of ice, glistening in the pale winter light, and Hisoka has lost all feeling in his fingers. His face is numb and the air so cold it hurts to breathe. His mouth tries to shape a name he no longer recognizes ( Read more... )

AN: Written for veleda_k. Part of the Winter Collection.

Between the Dark and DarkStrings of murders draw them north where snow lies on the ground like a white shroud, reflecting moonlight during long desperate nights ( Read more... )

AN: Written for p_zeitgeist. Part of the Winter Collection.

répondez s'il vous plaitThis is merely a dream, except for all the ways it's real. The world is too bright, lit with the harsh clarity of winter. The sun repeats itself across the sky, soft dawn on his right, noon above and in the distance a faint purple twilight. His breath clouds the air. ( Read more... )