Thursday: Death
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comment_ficToday's theme is death, whether the dude on the horse or going gently in bed.
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Y'all know the rules, of course:
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No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
No spoilers in prompts.
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Prompts should be formatted as follows:
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Tag = death
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Date: 2013-03-28 05:13 am (UTC)Author’s choice, author’s choice, Death is not the end. Death is the ocean on all sides of our lives. Deep and dark and cold, and anything but empty.
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Date: 2013-03-28 05:14 am (UTC)Once Upon a Time/Highlander, Jefferson + Methos, that time the world-walker met Death
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Date: 2013-03-28 05:14 am (UTC)Glee, New Directions, each of them has considered suicide at some point. only one of them has ever attempted it.
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Date: 2013-03-28 05:15 am (UTC)Avengers movieverse, Tony Stark,
I was dead when I woke up this morning
And I'll be dead before the day is done
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Date: 2013-03-28 09:51 pm (UTC)His heart hasn't been shredded in the night, or stopped, or exploded from the constant application of high-powered magnetic field, so he resigns himself to another day alive.
Makeup covers the signs of last night's excess - the lab this time, rather than a party or company in his bed, not that Pepper will know the difference. Her disapproving stare will sting just as badly.
There's life in him somewhere, something worth the constant pain and relentless fatigue, but he doesn't find it in budget meetings and product launches. There's a tiny part of him wondering what a difference to the world his death would have made. Has he really saved lives by taking his weapons off the market? Has he really improved the world with Iron Man and a handful of Greener Power initiatives? (It's really more a blue, actually...)
He stumbles from Happy's car into the mansion, seeking the stronger pain medication as a day spent upright means a burning sensation where the arc reactor rests on his jigsaw-piece sternum.
He makes absent plans for a dramatic death in the spare moments his brain isn't working on a million other things. It'll be a death that will mean something, not just a whimper in the desert of Afghanistan. He'll save the world one day, and his life (death) will mean something.
Maybe.
For now, tonight, he just needs to sleep. But God-damn he doesn't want to go that way either. To fall asleep and just... stop functioning.
He makes his way into the lab, greets JARVIS and slumps into a chair; pulls the newest data towards him. No time for sleep just yet. He has a world to save, and maybe even a life to live, if he can just remember how.
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Date: 2013-03-28 05:15 am (UTC)Inception/White Collar(/RED), Neal&Arthur as Frank's twin sons, it shouldn’t be so easy to kill a man – but neither of them ever regret it
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Date: 2013-03-28 05:37 am (UTC)1/2: gen, AU
Date: 2015-01-21 08:28 pm (UTC)...
The first time he killed a man, Jefferson was 19 and after a very valuable artifact in the man's care. His employer had mentioned that should the man suffer some sort of fatal accident, there’d be a bonus added to the price of the artifact.
Jefferson’s other employer, the infamous Dark One, had been withholding his pay from a previous job due to a minor disagreement they were having about the value of the object, so a bonus seemed pretty good.
Jefferson felt nothing about the target. He was a rich man, like so many rich men. Maybe he was good to his servants; maybe he wasn’t. Maybe he loved dogs and gave horses extra treats; maybe he hurt the women in his power, or maybe he didn’t. Jefferson neither knew nor cared.
His employer wanted the artifact, and Jefferson wanted the bonus. The target was old and frail, and his heart gave out during the night. He barely struggled as Jefferson held the pillow over his face.
The bonus was an extra 2000 added to the price of theft.
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Jefferson took a few jobs over the years where he only killed; he didn’t retrieve anything. They weren’t as much fun, though, so he didn’t seek them out.
Very rarely did he kill for any reason but money – he could count them on one hand. Five people, all told, in 32 years; he doesn’t count what happened in Wonderland, or the 28 years trapped in Regina’s curse. Two of Jeffrey II’s men, Jeffrey II himself, a former employer who didn’t wish to lose Jefferson’s services, and then Regina. Eighteen assassinations. He doesn’t remember how many died in Wonderland before they learned the lesson.
Watching the townspeople of Storybrooke try to resume some facsimile of normalcy, as they shy from Rumplestiltskin, as they peer in dark corners to see if Regina has returned – Jefferson attends tea with Grace, helps her explore this world she’s been in for 28 years and yet never truly experienced, answers her questions about their time apart.
Here in Storybrooke, magical animals are in human form and powerful sorcerers are separated from their magic and royalty have no thrones or crowns. Here in Storybrooke, Jefferson is known as the eccentric rich boy or the mad peasant. It is far more amusing than it is galling.
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“Papa,” Grace asks one evening after school, “if we could go back, would we?”
Ten years as her father, however long in Wonderland, 28 trapped by the curse –
“Do you want to?” Jefferson asks in reply.
She thinks about that, glancing from her ipod to her laptop, over at the flatscreen TV, then at the door to the hall that leads to the first floor bathroom. “No,” she declares decisively.
Jefferson smiles. “Then we won’t.”
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In the back of the safe installed in Jefferson’s house there is a hatbox. He retrieved it the same afternoon he disposed of Regina’s body.
One bright morning, as Jefferson walks Grace to the bustop, a cloud darkens the sky, returning magic to those who had previously had it, yet somehow not replacing the human bodies of the non-humans. Magic is capricious, so Jefferson assumes it followed Rumplestiltskin’s will. Because, of course it was Rumplestiltskin. He needs his magic back to find his son, after all.
“Papa!” Grace shouts, clinging to him.
“Don’t be afraid,” he murmurs, scooping her up, smiling as the cloud settles across the town.
Jefferson had a little magic, back home. Nothing compared to Rumplestiltskin or Regina, or even Emma, once she’s trained. Enough to work the hat (which he knows never worked for Regina, after she’d arrived back without him).
It was useless in Wonderland, where everything followed the Queen of Heart’s will, and in Storybrooke until… now.
“What is it?” Grace whispers in his ear, her face buried in his neck.
“Magic,” he says. “Magic has come back.”
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Date: 2013-03-28 06:08 am (UTC)1/2: Highlander/Marvel movies, Natasha/Clint
Date: 2014-12-18 07:40 pm (UTC)(follows this; all you need to know is that Methos tamed the ex-Winter Soldier, and now Methos, the ex-Winter Soldier, and Captain America are all working together. The Avengers aren't best pleased.)
(warnings for talk of violence against children and a mishmash of Clint's various backstories)
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“Looks like we’re not the only ones trying to find Matthew Ash,” Natasha says. “Jarvis, can you trace this back to the source?”
“Of course, Ms. Romanova,” Jarvis replies. “Also, Sir requests the entire team convene in the communal kitchen; Dr. Banner has prepared lunch.”
Natasha sighs, setting her StarkPad down. Clint pretends to still be asleep, hoping she won’t – and, nope, she pokes him sharply in the back. “If I have to go to lunch, so do you,” she tells him without sympathy.
He rolls over to pout at her, giving her his best puppy eyes and all she does is raise a brow. So he sighs heavily and sits up. His back still twinges a little but it’s much better than it was; he’s almost back in top form. “When are we gonna bring SHIELD in?” he asks as he drops his feet onto the floor and stands, stretching his arms up above his head. His shoulder pulls the slightest bit, which means he’s still locked out of the practice range Stark built right after Loki –
Nope, not thinking about that.
“We’re not,” Natasha says.
“What?” Clint pulls on yesterday’s shirt and sweatpants, turning to look at her.
Natasha serenely gazes back. “SHIELD never existed the way we thought it did,” she tells him. “Coulson is rebuilding on rotten ground and Tony, Steve, and I had agreed we wouldn’t be part of it.”
“And now that Steve’s gone?” he asks, following her to the door. “SHIELD or whatever, want they have more resources?”
“Than Jarvis?” Natasha laughs.
“Okay, that’s a good point,” he admits, pushing the button for the communal floor.
Just like Natasha, Clint had been given a choice: be ‘recruited’ into SHIELD or put down as a threat. He likes to think he wouldn’t have killed Natasha, but he can’t honestly say for sure. He grew used to being betrayed a long time ago, so Coulson’s not-death and attempt at resurrecting SHIELD is probably more comforting than it should be. And he could go join up with Coulson’s team.
If Natasha was, he would. But his top loyalty is to Natasha, so he’ll stay where she stays.
“We should probably stay out Ash’s way,” Clint says, and doesn’t realize his mistake until Natasha’s sharp gaze is pinned on him.
“Well,” she says, “guess we know what the conversation will be. Don’t we.” She gives him a small, pleasant smile.
Shit.
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“Clint has intel on Matthew Ash,” Natasha announces to the room, shoving him into a chair at the head of the table.
“Not really,” he protests, trying to stand back up. She doesn’t let him. “Look, it was a long time ago,” he says. “I’m probably not remembering it right.”
That’s a lie. And Clint Barton is an excellent liar, but Natasha is looking right at him, and she’ll always be better.
“Look,” he says, licking his lips and dropping his gaze to the table, “this isn’t – it has nothing to do with the team. I’m not compromised. But we shouldn’t make enemies with this guy, alright? If we stay out of his way, everything will be fine.”
He believes it. He really, truly does. The moment he saw the picture of Matthew Ash, he knew.
“Just tell us what you know, Clint,” Dr. Banner says.
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Roughly thirty years ago, Clint discovered how Barney was making money. He didn’t approve. His disapproval (and stupid declaration that he’d be telling Carson) got him a beating he barely survived.
What he didn’t know at the time was that the way he’d helped care for the horses had earned him the good will of the Horse Master, a wanderer known to the circus only as Ben. Ben was friendly and told everyone he was on a journey of discovery; he’d been at Carson’s for six months and had taken the old Horse Master’s spot when he’d stopped the man from whipping one of the pretty white mares, beaten him into the ground, and charmed all of the horses into maneuvers they’d never been trained for.
2/2: Highlander/Marvel movies, Natasha/Clint
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Date: 2013-03-28 06:51 am (UTC)"Death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is...what dies in you when you are alive."
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Date: 2013-03-28 09:42 am (UTC)99 bullet-riddled bodies
98 bullet-riddled bodies on the wall
98 bullet-riddled bodies...
Teen Wolf, Stiles, PG
Date: 2013-03-30 07:34 am (UTC)(in this 'verse. mentions of cold-blooded and calculated murder, of course.)
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Adrian Harris is the first person Stiles ever kills. He knows he should regret it, knows his father would be horrified, that his mother would be disgusted, that Scott would never look at him the same –
But Scott is dating a daughter of hunters, and Harris has never, not even once, given Stiles a reason to hesitate.
Harris helped kill Stiles’ alpha’s pack. He let a pretty little blonde trick him into revealing the best way to kill a houseful of people. Peter has explained everything he’s pieced together, that he got from Laura before she died.
Adrian Harris the first. He’s not the last. Not by a long shot.
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Date: 2013-03-28 10:50 am (UTC)Leverage/Supernatural, Eliot/Hardison/Parker + Trickster, after everything, they still don't realize that they three are meant to be together. So Gabriel drops them in a mystery spot where they each get to watch the others die and see what life is like without them
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