Bite Sized Bits of Fic

Any, any, Safehaven

Edited Date: 2023-07-22 02:20 pm (UTC)

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"Jack!"

Elsa doesn't know what she's expecting when she hears the commotion in the foyer. Jack's not actually living in the manor; she doesn't know where he lives, in fact, ever since that little apartment she visited that one time she was unconscious burned down. But, somehow, trouble always seems to find him here.

Any number of life forms--each one more hysterical than the next--have come looking for help and found him here. Monsters and human alike, Jack never fails to turn up just when he's needed, to help a vampire escape from a vicious pack of hunters ("He's reformed! He's subsisted on animal blood since 1786!") or help out a witch who's being stalked by her sociopathic werewolf ex-boyfriend. Somehow the most downtrodden and vulnerable members of the supernatural community have discovered Jack Russell, whose hands are almost as bloody as his enormously soft heart, and designated him as their landing spot of last resort.

So Elsa's not surprised, exactly, when, one morning after Jack's spent the night, someone breaks onto the grounds, sneaks past the guard dogs, and makes it into the foyer before yelling for Jack like there's an apocalypse about to start. Mildly impressed, yes, and perhaps a bit concerned that there might, in fact, be an apocalypse on the go and they've been volunteered to stop it--wouldn't be the first time--but surprised, no.

She picks up a sword on her way down, just in case, but stops short at the top of the grand staircase.

It's a woman this time, human, a brunette wearing a torn, bloody evening dress, barefoot, with disheveled hair, holding a sword in her own hand.

And whoever she is, Jack's hugging her.

"--four murders already. I'm not sure what they're planning, but last night they tried to sacrifice me in a ritual."

"But you are fine? Did they hurt you?"

It's funny, sort of, because even from up here Elsa can see that the girl's sustained some harm. Maybe nothing life-threatening, but there's a gash running along her left temple that's still oozing blood, a slash along her ribs, a shoulder Elsa's fairly sure is dislocated. But Jack, though he steps back and looks the woman over with a careful eye, clucks a little but sighs in obvious relief and tugs her back into a short, fierce hug.

"Good," he says. There's some emotion behind it Elsa hasn't heard before, quite, but it's something adjacent to the tone his voice takes when he promises another creature he'll see them all right. Whoever this girl is, she matters to him.

"You should have called me. You know I--ah! Elsa!"

They both turn to look up at her, and there's something about the girl's eyes--something familiar, a warmth to them, softness in the twin brown pools that Elsa would have sworn she'd seen somewhere befo--

"Elsa, this is my sister, Lissa. Lissa, Elsa."

Ah.

"I didn't know you had a sister." She lowers the sword and glides down the last three steps, something approaching cordiality on the tip of her tongue. "It's--"

"Sorry," the girl says, and now that Elsa's closer and listening it's obvious; the accent, the chin, the warm brown eyes--she should have seen it right away. But of course the real tip-off's in the steady, earnest way she interrupts her. "It's a pleasure to meet you, of course, but we do not have the time for pleasantries, I think. There's a coven of witches who need to sacrifice a werewolf today in order to start an apocalypse."

Ah.

"No te apures," Jack says. He catches Lissa's hand in his and nudges her chin up to look her right in the eye, shoulders squaring up the way Elsa's seen a dozen times by now. "The three of us can stop them. Right?"

There's determination in his eyes when he looks at her, written in the straight line of his shoulders and the set of his mouth. He could probably handle this problem by himself and have it done in time for lunch, and he knows it, and that's as it usually is; and next to him his sister knows it too, standing straight as well, the near-panic she'd been in just a few minutes earlier gone.

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And that's as it usually is, too, is the thing. Jack Russell came into Elsa's life and ripped a trail of carnage across the Bloodstone estate, and now every downtrodden supernatural being within a hundred-mile radius has the place down as their safe haven of last resort. It's nothing like what Elsa had in mind when she returned after her father's death, and every last hunter's corpse in the mausoleum is likely spinning fast enough to power an entire city.

"Oh, what the hell," Elsa says, and gestures towards the armory with her sword. "Not like I have anything else to do today."

It's a lie, of course, but for once Jack holds his breath and doesn't call her on it.

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Wow! This was amazing!!! Sucha fantastic fic! Thank you!!!!

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You're welcome! Glad you liked it :D

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Any, any, Dawn Means Death

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bk_forever

Angel can’t cope anymore. Something is happening to him, some force is invading his mind, his dreams, twisting him up inside, driving him over the edge. He’s weak, he always has been, and even though he’s tried to be better and stronger for Buffy, now he’s losing his grip.

He was doing okay while she was still visiting him, while they were still making themselves out to be friends and nothing more, while they were pretending they didn’t still love each other, but ever since she told him they couldn’t see each other anymore…

His past is haunting him, memories of all his terrible, evil deeds. He sees the faces of people he slaughtered, some of them centuries ago, hears their voices, and they’re taunting him. They’re in his head and he can’t get them out, he sees them even when he’s awake, and whether they’re ghosts, visions, hallucinations, or what, he can’t tell. All he knows is that they won’t let him rest.

And maybe he doesn’t deserve to anyway, not after everything he did to them, and to so many others like them. How many has he killed since he was turned, draining their lifeblood to sate the hunger inside him? How many more has he slaughtered simply because he enjoyed it? Thousands? A million? More? If he tried, would he be able to recall every face?

He shies away from the thought because he doesn’t want to know, it’s too shocking, too terrible, and the shame and guilt are overwhelming. He doesn’t want to be that creature, but a voice in his head keeps insisting that’s all he’s good for, all he’s ever been, all he ever will be, and the worst part is that he’s beginning to believe it.

The voice wants him to go to Buffy, take her, lose himself in her and become the monster he was, and it’s so hard to resist because he loves her so much, wants so desperately to find peace in her arms, but the price would be too high. The last thing he’d ever want is to hurt her, not again, not after all the pain he’s already caused her, but he wants the torment to stop, and the voice claims that’s the only way.

He almost gives in, goes to her house, confused and maddened, wanting Buffy but still clinging to sanity just enough to resist the overwhelming temptation. He won’t do it, won’t kill the only person who’s ever loved him unconditionally, the one who means more to him than anyone.

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bk_forever

There is another way to end his torment, a way to ensure he can never harm anyone ever again; all he has to do is die. The voice, in the form of Jenny Calendar, tells him he’s too weak, too much of a coward, to kill himself, and she’s right. He could never drive a stake through his own heart, or deliberately set himself on fire, but he doesn’t have to. He can end himself without having to do anything at all; all he needs is for the sun to rise.

He's a creature of the night, and like all vampires, the sun’s light is lethal to him, so he leaves the safety of the mansion with its solid stone walls and heavy drapes, climbs to the top of the rise behind the town, and waits. Dawn isn’t far off now, and when the sun rises over the horizon, he’ll burn. He isn’t afraid; he’s ready.

But Buffy finds him, and perhaps he should have expected that. She begs him not to give up and he pleads with her to let him make this sacrifice, for her, for all that’s good. The world will surely be a better place without him in it. She’s angry, and hurting, and so beautiful it rips his heart to shreds and he wishes that it didn’t have to be this way, but it’s already too late for him to seek shelter, even if he wanted to. It’s almost over, and he knows he’ll welcome it.

Only the dawn never comes. The sun rises, but the clouds that have gathered are so thick that not the faintest ray can break through as the snow falls around them. He was ready and willing to die, but something greater than him, greater even that the evil that has tried so hard to break him, doesn’t want him dead.

It’s a reprieve he never would have asked for, and he has no choice other than to accept it, but it would be a lie for him to say he isn’t grateful. It’s another chance, a rebirth of sorts, an opportunity to pledge himself once more to the fight against evil, and a reminder that love can conquer almost anything. He’s always been weak, and that’s always been his greatest failing. It’s about time he learned to be strong.

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Sooo good! Its been a while since I read this fandom, this was awesome! Thank you so much!!

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bk_forever

I just re-watched Amends a couple of weeks ago so when I stumbled across your prompt, it just fit. Glad you enjoyed it!

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Any, any non magic fandom, use of magic

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any, any, what do you get when you cross as fox and a grizzly bear...This! (https://s.yimg.com/ny/api/res/1.2/fWaKBPA6.N_5MkxBewO.og--/YXBwaWQ9aGlnaGxhbmRlcjt3PTIwNDg7aD0yMDQ4O2NmPXdlYnA-/https://media.zenfs.com/en/buzzfeed_articles_778/79b703eff7a535109d8e47935600f307)

Based on this Yahoo post (https://www.yahoo.com/lifestyle/morphed-34-different-animals-together-131602855.html)

Edited Date: 2023-07-22 02:19 pm (UTC)

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tigriswolf

DCU, Jason Todd, conversations with my teenage self

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tigriswolf

DCU, Jason Todd,

I might have nowhere left to go
But I know that I cannot go home
These voices trapped inside my head
Tell me to run before I'm dead
Chase the rainbows in my mind
And I will try to stay alive
Maybe the world will know my name
God, won't you help me run away

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tigriswolf

Hannibal (tv), Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham, Have you ever been touched so gently you had to cry?

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tigriswolf

DCU, Jason Todd, Have you ever been touched so gently you had to cry?

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tigriswolf

Scream (1996) Stu Macher/Billy Loomis,

Have you ever wished for an endless night?
Lassoed the moon and the stars and pulled that rope tight?
Have you ever held your breath and asked yourself
Will it ever get better than tonight?

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any, any, the coolness after the rain

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tigriswolf

pitter (gentle) patter
concrete slick with puddles
grass glinting, dripping
patter (gentle) patter

for one breath
face upturned
a cool breeze blows
as rain dances

Edited Date: 2023-08-10 02:55 pm (UTC)

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Oh that's wonderful. thank you.

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Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Angelus/Darla or Spike/Drusilla (or all four) If we were vampires and death was a joke
We'd go out on the sidewalk and smoke
And laugh at all the lovers and their plans (If We Were Vampires
Jason Isbell and the 400 Unit)

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The Owl House, any, bigger than expected

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any, any, shopping in a cozy bookstore

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Stargate Multiverse, any, appendicitis

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One direction RPF,zayn Malik/ Harry styles, all I ask is you remember me

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Twilight saga, Carlisle Cullen/Jacob Black, I need to stop attaching myself to you

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Trueblood, Eric northman/Jason stackhouse, why you so obsessed with me

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Interview with the vampire, Armand/Daniel Mallory , my love my soul my everything

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