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Title: insult
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: references to violence
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 290
Prompt: Disney's Sleeping Beauty, Maleficent, it was a small, petty snub - until they hid the girl away


Had they not destroyed all the spindles, had they not hidden the girl away somewhere out of sight (though not out of reach, should she truly search), perhaps her ire would have faded. She is not, after all, unreasonable. It could have been an honest mistake, except that the petty little fairy revealed it had been intentional.

To punish the child for the parents' sin—usually, she does not react so fiercely, so mercilessly. Usually, she returns to her palace and time lessens everything.

But they hide the girl away. They hide her away and all she can think for sixteen long years is that Merriweather will escape unscathed for the insult.

Humans are petty, vindictive, and usually, Maleficent can ignore them because they die so easily, so quickly. But fairies...

"Come, my pet," she says, gliding to the tallest tower to look out over the realm that has been her territory for longer than humans could ever understand. "They want to play a game," she muses to her raven. "Shall I let them think they defeated me?" Her raven grins at her.

"Yes," she agrees. "A fight they seek, and so a fight they shall have."

Had they not hidden the girl away, had Merriweather not been so thoughtless... Maleficent's anger ebbs and flows as the tide, and it could have sunk away.

It is not, truly, the humans who are at fault here, and with the years, Maleficent has come to realize who needs to be punished for the insult.

So she returns to her throne and summons the idiot rabble, sends them out to search for the girl.

The greatest vengeance is to let the enemy have a moment of victory before revealing the trap has been sprung.




Title: untitled
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: AU for both, references to violence
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 940
Prompt: Highlander/Thor, Mare!Loki + Methos, A Horse and Her Man.

He finds the pale mare on a deserted plain, long after the people have moved on. She's heavy with foal and watches him with wary eyes; if she weren't clearly exhausted and starving, she'd flee from him.

"You're a good girl," he says, moving in slowly. His brothers are beyond the mountains, any tribe that could claim him is long dead, and Kronos—oh, Kronos. "There's a sweet girl," he murmurs, holding steady and letting the mare smell his palm. "What are you doing way out here?"

She's perhaps the prettiest horse he's seen. "If you come with me, I'll find us a quiet place," he says. "I'll take good care of you." She lets out a heavy sigh, leaning into him slightly. “There’s a good girl,” he whispers.

Methos spends the night out in the wild and in the morning, the mare follows him back towards civilization.

.

Four months after Methos finds a quiet place to begin building a new life, the mare goes in labor. She panics, nearly hurting herself and then Methos before he’s able to calm her. It is a hard, long labor, and the foal—“What are you, my dear?” he asks the mare as the foal climbs to its feet, all eight of them.

The mare eyes him more warily than she has in weeks as she slowly rises in order to being cleaning her child.

.

It is a quiet existence the three of them have. Methos forages what he can, grows what he can’t, hunts when he feels the need to. The foal grows slowly, as pale as his mother. Both of them are smarter than any other horses he’s seen in all his years.

He writes and he sleeps and he recovers himself, who he is when not Death.

He also trains the foal that grows into a magnificent stallion. Besides the fact that he has eight legs, he is mostly a normal horse, though still clever enough for commands no other horse Methos has raised have understood. The mare listens when she chooses to, and Methos knows she understands everything.

“You know that if people discover him,” Methos tells the mare one day, years and years after finding her, as civilization beings encroaching on Methos’ little plot of land, “they will… well, I am not quite sure. They might worship him, or they might try to destroy him.”

She snorts at him. “I know that you’re not truly a horse,” he adds, patting her shoulder. He is unsurprised when she spins around and canters away.

.

That night, Methos checks the field where the horses sleep and finds them both vanished. He stays nearly a year after and when they do not return, he eventually leaves, as well.

.

It is many years later when a petite, dark skinned woman steps into the blacksmith’s shop that is currently Methos’ home.

“Yes?” he asks, looking up from his project.

“I’ve a horse I might need to shoe,” the woman says. “Would you come look at him?”

Methos has not lived so long without realizing when something is not quite right. “Of course,” he agrees, leaving all his weapons in the shop save the three knives he always wears.

Out in the street, there is a pale stallion, tall and strong and perhaps the most gorgeous horse he’s ever seen. He grins at the woman. “I knew you weren’t simply a mare.”

The woman smiles in reply.

.

When Methos leaves that life behind, he goes with a woman who calls herself Salome (for now) and a stallion. He alone, he is informed, will see the true horse and all the rest of the world will see a very common horse of no importance.

“Has he a name?” Methos asks the first day outside his shop.

Salome shrugs. “At the moment, he likes Sleipnir.”

.

Far away, there is a realm missing a prince, and a brother who mourns. There is a queen at a loom. There is a king who must reassess millennia of planning.

On earth, there are sporadic reports of the immortal known as Methos. In some, Methos is a man with pale skin while in others, Methos is a dark-skinned woman. Some reports (though they are discarded as decades pass) mention a horse that seems far too smart.

Adam Pierson meets Duncan MacLeod and later that evening, a woman smiles at Kalas before exploding his head.

“You are Methos?” Duncan MacLeod asks, eyes wide, expression hopeful, and Adam Pierson laughs.

“I’m seeking him,” Adam Pierson says. “I just… who would deny being Methos when asked?”

Adam Pierson died without knowing, and now that his status has been revealed to the Watchers, he is sent on his way.

“You are such a beacon for trouble,” Sophia tells Adam while a very large dog naps on the floor.
It’s quite odd for Methos, because horses surely weren’t meant to curl up the way cats do. Magic, he has learned over the years, will ever be weird.

“Of the two of us,” Adam retorts, “you’ll find that you are the troublesome one.”

Sophia laughs.

.

Adam Pierson moves on to become Ben Pearce. Jacqueline and her mutt of a dog (currently known as Sarge) follow.

Sometimes, the woman who once was the second prince of Asgardr misses the family she knew. However, when she had to choose between the child she carried or the father who put her in that position in the first place—

The choice was easy. Jacqueline sits on the floor, Sarge’s head resting on her thighs and Ben reading aloud one of Byron’s poems, and she knows that it is a choice she would make again.







Title: untitled
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: violence, AU
Pairings: none
Rating: PG13
Wordcount: 90
Prompt: Supernatural, sam+dean, serial killers

"Sammy," Dean groans as he steps into the room. "C'mon, dude, you gotta stop bein' so messy."

"Sorry, Dean," Sam says, looking up from his latest toy. "I just... it's such a pretty picture, isn't it?"

Dean raises an eyebrow at the corpse. "Yeah, Sam, it's a picture, alright."

Sam smiles, gaze going back to the toy. "How long do I have?"

"Henriksen's 'bout an hour out." Dean leans against the door, crossing his arms. "Do whatever you can in twenty minutes and then we're gone."

Pouting, Sam grabs his favorite knife.


Title: untitled
Fandom: One Direction RPF
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: AU, because H/L are actualfax soulmates
Pairings: post-Zayn Malik/Harry Styles
Rating: PG
Prompt: 1 direction rpf , zayn Malik/ Harry styles, your the only reason to stay

Note: set before this




"I'm so tired of all this," Zayn says after turning off his mobile and dropping it onto the bed beside him. It'd been Safaa, crying about something from the internet, and not for the first time, Harry's glad his sister is older. Louis and Zayn both make being an older brother seem so easy but Harry knows it must be very difficult.

"It'll get easier," Harry says, draping himself along Zayn's back. "It always does."

"Yeah," Zayn murmurs.

.

Harry remembers that, when Zayn sits him down in Zayn's flat (not Harry's, not yet, though they've been talking about Harry moving in soon), and Zayn says, staring down at his clasped hands, "I'm leaving One Direction, love."

“You’re doing what?” Harry asks, somewhere between confusion and disbelief, after a long moment of silence.

“It’s killin’ me, Harry,” Zayn says, looking up at him. “I’m gonna stick it out for our next tour, but I’m leavin’ after that.”

Harry just stares at him.

“Say somethin’,” Zayn begs as the silence drags, grabbing Harry’s hands. “Please.”

Slowly, carefully, Harry exhales. He then says, “Tell me why.”

.

They’ve all known that Zayn has wanted to make other kinds of music; they’ve all wanted to experiment, try new things. They’ve all kicked around the ideas of doing solo albums in the near future, but One Direction is always where they’ll come home.

But Zayn is tired of waiting.

After they shout at each other, Harry folds around him, holding on as tightly as he can.

“Come with me,” Zayn whispers, his breath jostling Harry’s curls. “You’re the only reason I’ve stayed this long.”

“I can’t,” Harry whispers back, body shaking with sobs he can’t contain anymore.




Title: untitled
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: AU for both at some point
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 190
Prompt: Leverage/Stargate Atlantis, ensembles, the Leverage team help get Atlantis back to the Pegasus Galaxy


"This is insane," Eliot says flatly at the same time Hardison starts jumping around while squealing.

"This does seem a bit... more dangerous than our usual jobs," Sophie observes.

"The governments of the world have asked us to save it," Nate says, turning to look at Sophie. "Do any of you wanna say no?"

Eliot snorts. "Did you really just misquote that movie? This ain’t the time, Nate."

"Think they'll have alien buildings to jump off of?" Parker asks.

"I," Eliot announces, glancing at the mirror he knows they're being watched from, "want it on record that I am against this."

"I'd'a thought you'd be all for it," Hardison tells him, while still dancing around the room in some sort of geek ecstasy. "It's the most patriotic thing we'll ever do."

Nate says, "C'mon, let's go steal a galaxy," and dramatically storms out.

Sophie sighs, shrugs at Eliot, and follows. Hardison bounces out and Parker trails him, peppering questions at him.

Eliot always knew he'd die for this group of idiots, but he'd never imagined it'd be on another planet. He sighs, squares his shoulders, and hurries to catch up.

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maldeluxx
Aug. 7th, 2016 01:36 pm (UTC)
Loki and Methos does work well in this story. ;)

I could well see Sam and Dean as serial killers; wouldn't be too impossible in that world *brrr*

Poor Harry (and I do feel sad for Zayn too, a bit)... :(

And that last one was so funny - so them XD
tigriswolf
Aug. 8th, 2016 07:59 pm (UTC)

Thank you for reading!
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