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Title: hindsight
Fandom: Amazing Spider-Man (2012)
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: spoilers for the first hour of the movie
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 40
Point of view: third
Prompt: Any; any(/any); he/she gets the opportunity to send their past self a letter and warn themselves about three future events.

Don't give Dr. Connors the missing piece of the equation.

Storm up to your room instead of out of the door.

... don't sneak into OsCorp.

I really hope you believe me, but I know you won't.

I didn't

Title: too blue
Fandom: Avengers movieverse
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: shades of past mind-control
Pairings: Loki/Clint
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 260
Point of view: third
Prompt: The Avengers (MCU), Clint/Loki, the man who sold the world (David Bowie)

Did you think to leave me so simply, little hawk?


It takes months before the survivors stop side-eying him. He knows he'll never stop looking in the mirror and wishing his eyes were a different color. A nice dull brown, maybe.

His eyes are too blue.


I was raised a warrior, Agent Barton, in a warrior culture. Does your spider not know that?


Doctor Doom, the Fantastic Four's nemesis, threatens the world for whatever inane reason this week. More aliens pop in, different ones, and first contact goes swell. Iron Man and Captain America come to blows again.

Hawkeye kills fifteen people who need to die. They're all sanctioned kills.


I've but to ask you, dear one, haven't I?


He dreams about Loki. They're not nightmares. He wakes up shaking, but it's want instead of rage, desire instead of fear.

… lust instead of regret.


Come to me, Clint. You know where I am.


Hawkeye goes off-grid a year to the day Loki touched down.

Black Widow tears apart New York looking for him. She doesn't find him.


Good boy, little hawk.


Clint's eyes are too blue. His god's plans are less chaotic and more focused this time, and he doesn't have the loyalty-stealing stick, and he settles in for a long-term stay instead of hurrying through things that are better left unhurried.

Every day, Clint wakes up beside him and thinks, today I'll contact them.


You are mine, dearest. Your heart belongs to me, unto the very end.


Every day, Clint looks into the mirror and his eyes are blue.

Title: dark into light
Fandom: Disney's Sleeping Beauty
Disclaimer: the boy is mine
Warnings: implied character death
Pairings: Maleficent/OMC
Rating: PG13
Wordcount: 280
Prompt: Fairytales (any). Villain/Happy Couple's offspring. Revenge is best served cold.

Three good fairies and a noble prince cannot destroy one who commands all the powers of Hell. Oh, no, my dear, rest assured… I was wounded, yes. But not destroyed. Not defeated.

Most certainly not killed.

You are handsome, my dear. Such a good boy. Your father's heart and your mother's spirit…

Don't give me that look, child. You courted me, remember? A few dewy gazes, soft hands, a girlish giggle… I am beautiful, am I not? As beautiful as your mother, at the height of her youth. Dark where she was fair, yes…

I was dark even in my first youth. I caught a prince then, too. Oh, he was so sweet. I still hear his soul screaming, sometimes, on a dark, quiet night, when the moon is black and the stars hidden.

… just as I shall hear you, forever.

Three good fairies and a noble prince, a pretty girl, a spindle and a curse… kiss me, love. Kiss me again as if your life depends on it.

Kiss me until you die, and kiss me beyond.

Your mother will weep and your father groan, and your bones will rest where once a forest of thorns grew, surrounding the cursed palace where you lived as a boy.

You taste sweet, dearest, blood on your lips as red as the red, red rose. Rest now. Remember that gentle girl you loved so well… and know that none of it was real. No, dear prince… she never loved you.

But I will remember you. As your mother weeps and your father groans, I will remember you forever. I command the powers of Hell and I, my lovely – I shall never die.

Title: dark water
Fandom: Disney’s Little Mermaid
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: AU before the sequel; dark; implied violence and bad things; character death
Pairings: mentions of Eric/Ariel
Rating: PG13
Wordcount: 420
Point of view: third
Prompt: any, any, the world is full of ghosts

Once upon a time, she murmurs to herself, long long ago and far far away. She sniffs back sobs and shudders, quieting her voice just a little for, A pretty princess made a mistake.

It's so cold. She can't feel her hands anymore. Can barely hear her voice, even though she knows she still has one.

… almost certain she still has one. Out of all the things stolen, she won't let them have her voice. Not again.

They took her red hair with their shears, and her royal gowns, and her castle, and her husband, her prince, her beloved. Her baby snatched from her arms to be raised by someone else, someone who will most likely spend years trying to beat the demon out of her daughter – but there is no demon. There is only the ocean.

The ocean. Out of reach, out of sight, out of memory.

They've stolen the ocean, and the river, and the lake, and the rain.

But her voice is hers, the only thing left, and she will sing.

Father Waters, she murmurs, eyes closed, trying to remember how it felt to be held by the sea, Mother Deep. I dream of you. Have you forgotten me?

How has it been since the invaders stormed the castle, killed most, and captured the rest? Eric is dead, but they dared not kill her – her story was well-known, and they didn't want to risk angering the ocean, though they called her demon.

They call her demon, witch, monster. Locked away from the world, from the humans who dare – oh, how they dare.

I am your daughter
, she sings, daughter of the sea – Father Waters, Mother Deep.

Quiet, demon!
the human guard shouts, banding on the door. He is not one of her humans.

Deep in her heart of hearts, where it is cold and the sun never shines, she knows what will happen. Her father is giving her time with her new family, her husband and her daughter, before visiting. How long has it been?

The sea is not forgiving. The ocean has no mercy.

She is the daughter of a god, and the land folk will feel her fury. They will die of it.

Until then… she sings.

Once upon a time, long long ago and far far away, a pretty princess made a mistake.

She looks at the door, as the guard bangs on it again. Outside, a storm is rising.

Father Waters, Mother Deep, your daughter waits for you. Come to me.

Outside, it rains.

Title: moonlight and mist caught in them
Fandom: White Collar/Native American mythology
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Elizabeth Bishop
Warnings: AUish
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 245
Point of view: third
Prompt: White Collar, any, how to con a con

Neal believes every lie he's telling as he tells it. And since everything he says is a lie, everything he says is the truth.

That's the secret, Peter. That's the trick.

Do you see it now?


The first time Moz ever saw the kid who would be Neal, he watched him work a street-corner con like a pro.

The kid was good. The kid was real good.

So Moz swooped in and adopted him.


Moz taught Neal the name of the game. Neal rewrote the playbook.


Peter has come the closest to being able to tell when Neal is lying.

He doesn't see but a fourth of them, though, and those are the ones Neal wants him to see.


A coyote wanders up the sidewalk by June's house. Neal's anklet says he's in bed, but he's sitting on the stoop, smirking at the coyote.

"Hey, Dad," Neal says, and vanishes. The coyote yips at the raven that swoops above him, chasing him down the street.


When Peter knocks on the door the next morning, Neal lets him in.

Everything he says that day is a lie.

Everything he says that day is the truth.

For Neal, they're the same thing.

That's the secret. That's the trick.

His father is the coyote and his mother is the wind, and you'll only catch him if he wants to be caught, and you'll only keep him if he wants to be kept.

Do you see it now?


( 8 comments — Leave a comment )
Feb. 9th, 2013 01:25 pm (UTC)
In the first... I can imagine it's hard to believe yet hard not to doubt that some things you might want to do *not being wrong. The mood is perfect :)

The grim mood of the fairytales should appear more in the books we have, not just the happy/happy ending kind.

Neal *so* would be the coyote's son; not hard to picture. And I like it being like that :D <3
Feb. 9th, 2013 02:51 pm (UTC)

Thank you so very much!
Feb. 13th, 2013 10:54 am (UTC)
They were all great, but I especially loved the Little Mermaid one. I could definitely imagine that happening, and you wrote it so well! :D
Feb. 13th, 2013 02:29 pm (UTC)

Thank you so very much!
Feb. 13th, 2013 05:26 pm (UTC)
I LOVE that view of Neal--it fits so well.
Feb. 14th, 2013 02:25 am (UTC)

Thank you for reading!
Feb. 18th, 2013 09:06 pm (UTC)
I loved the mythology in your White Collar fic... and now I have inappropriate thought about American Gods crossovers. :D Oh well, I have a weak spot for tricksters of all kinds.
Feb. 19th, 2013 04:32 am (UTC)

Thank you so very much for reading!
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