comment_fic 441-445: Heroes, White Collar, Percy Jackson, Supernatural
Title: the killing edge
Fandom: Heroes
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: AU
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 42
Point of view: third
Prompt: Sylar/Claire, guilty
She trained and learned and remembered what all happened, to give her rage and hate and a fire hot enough to burn him out, burn him away.
She hunted him down (he didn't really hide) and did her very best.
He laughed.
Title: gunpowder and steel
Fandom: White Collar
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: AUish
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 42
Point of view: third
Prompt: Any (but SPN); Any(/any); I'll tell you a secret no one else dare speak
There is far more to Neal Caffrey than even Peter knows.
Just why he hates guns, for instance. But Neal adores knives, with their blades and sharp edges, with how crimson sticks and stains , and burns--
But Peter doesn't know that.
Title: unholy water
Fandom: Percy Jackson and the Olympians
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: AU
Pairings: gennish
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 42
Point of view: third
Prompt: (movieverse), Luke/Percy, so right in all the wrong ways.
Water loves the son of Poseidon, answers his call, obeys his word. And Poseidon is proud until the son of Hermes leads his own boy astray, and suddenly, the oceans turn on Poseidon.
And Olympus falls beneath the onslaught of stolen lightning.
Title: hear the unsaid
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Anne Sexton
Warnings: future!fic
Pairings: Castiel/Dean
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 42
Point of view: third
Prompts: Dean/Castiel, their last moments together.
Castiel is given one final choice-Heaven or the man he Fell for.
Zachariah says, think about it, little angel. eternity or nothing.
Dean is asleep. This is his mind. Zachariah is dead, and Castiel-must choose.
To keep Dean safe…
goodbye
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Title: You who wrote out your own death
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Anne Sexton
Warnings: AU for 6.5; character death
Rating: PG13
Pairings: Dean/Lisa, Dean/Sam
Wordcount: 250
Point of view: third
Prompt: Sam/Dean, Sam didn't realize his mistake of letting Dean be turn into vampire until Dean turned him. Vampires mate for life.
Dean felt his soul die as he drank Ben down. Now he and Sam were a matched set.
He let Ben's bloodless corpse fall and spared Lisa's horror-filled face a single glance. His prints were all over the house anyway.
He needed to find Sammy, to show him what monster truly was. The Winchesters, both late of Hell, one Alistair's greatest pupil and one vessel to the Star of Morning-hunted by the law, feared by the hunters, hated by the supernatural.
You look into the dark and the dark looks back, said some wise man once.
True that, Dean thought, deciding he still hungered.
In her shock, Lisa didn't even scream.
And Sammy waited for him, the man who had been his brother a trip to Hell ago. The man who let this happen to him.
The boy he used to croon lullabies to, the boy he fed and clothed and taught how to live. The boy he let go to Stanford, the boy he carried out of more than one fire, the boy who died in his arms and he sold his soul for.
Sammy waited for him, and Sammy was his, and he would destroy anything that got in his way back to Sam.
Sam was his, and stolen blood rushed through him, demanding he claim his mate, and he left the house where he lived a half-life for a year.
And Sam's scent wafted on the air, calling him home, so Dean went.