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comment_ficAnd now it's time for the free for all.
As ever, the rules are:
*No more than five prompts in a row.
*No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
*No spoilers in prompts for a month after airing. Use a spoiler cut as needed.
If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space.
Have fun!
As ever, the rules are:
*No more than five prompts in a row.
*No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
*No spoilers in prompts for a month after airing. Use a spoiler cut as needed.
If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space.
Have fun!
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Date: 2014-09-27 05:12 am (UTC)DCU, Dick Grayson + Jason Todd, after the Red Hood starts his takeover, Nightwing joins him
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Date: 2014-10-02 02:12 am (UTC)-
He doesn't look for the Red Hood. The Red Hood is a stranger, a villain, a re-used name.
He looks for Jason.
("When were you going to tell me that it was him?" he asked Bruce two nights ago. He was back in Bludhaven, still recovering from the injury to his leg, but he'd still been keeping track of the Red Hood, still been keeping track of -)
It's not difficult to find Jason. Bruce, he imagines, is still looking for the Hood, for the kid playing grown up in a leather jacket
(He knows there are dead bodies, dead drug dealers and mob bosses, but that doesn't mean –)
But Dick is looking for the kid they lost. Older, more scarred, smarter, but still –
Jason.
He finds him in an ice cream parlor on west eighty-fifth. His headphones are on and there's a book in front of him, but he still looks up as soon as Dick sees him. He sets down his book, takes off his headphones, keeps his eyes on Dick as Dick crosses the room towards him, but there's nothing like fear there, nothing less than defiance.
Same old Jason, Dick thinks, and the guilt, for a second, threatens to overwhelm him. He should've been there, should've –
"You here to take me in?" Jason asks. He's looking Dick over, checking for tricks of the trade maybe.
Dick shakes his head. "If I was, would I be dressed in civvies?"
Jason shrugs. "You always did have shitty taste in clothes. I heard you were even a cop for a while."
"You've been keeping track," Dick says. It shouldn't surprise him, not with how much Jason has accomplished so far, not with all that's happened, but it's still – unexpected.
Jason shrugs again. "Not much to know, is there? You found a different city, but you're still living by his rules."
"Not all of his rules," Dick says. Jason raises an eyebrow at him. "I –"
This isn't the time or the place to be having this discussion. He knows that. He just wanted to see Jason, not the Red Hood.
There aren't a lot of people in the shop, but there's just enough chatter going around to keep from being overheard. He pulls out the chair across from Jason and sits down. "Look," he says. "I just wanted…"
Jason stares him down, waiting. There's a bruise on his cheek that Dick bets is from Bruce, and his eyes are bloodshot.
"I was never much of a brother to you," Dick says. "I wasn't around when you needed me."
"I didn't need -" Jason starts, but Dick holds up a hand. He isn't sure what he's about to say, what he's about to do, until he actually says it.
"First Babs, and then you. He never should've – we never should've let that pass. We weren't supposed to just be soldiers he lined up to die." Dick runs a hand through his hair, looks around him at the other people in the shop. No one notices them, two former sidekicks to the richest man in Gotham. Jason watches him a while, like he's waiting for Bruce to show up, waiting for Batman, and then says –
"So if you're not here to take me in, then what do you want?"
Dick lets out a breath. He isn't sure – or he wasn't, until moments ago. But he's been thinking about the blood on his hands, the blood on all of their hands for letting things get so bad. Bruce's code worked, once, but now –
Now –
Jason is proof that it doesn't, always.
"I," Dick says. "I want to help."
Again, Jason stares at him. He tenses up so much that Dick is prepared for the table to go flying, for everything around them to crash. But Dick has never been a good liar, not even with years of training to do just that; whatever he's thinking is on his face for Jason to read.
Then: "He'll hunt you down the same as me, you know."
Dick nods. He knows. But: "Yeah," he says. "But if we're gonna do this, two Robins are better than one, right?"
Jason snorts, but he doesn't disagree. Dick figures that's something.
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Date: 2014-09-27 05:13 am (UTC)mythology, Hel + Persephone + Kali, unafraid
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Date: 2014-09-27 05:14 am (UTC)DCU, Jason Todd + Batman, I want your love and I want your revenge
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Date: 2014-09-27 05:14 am (UTC)Avengers movieverse, Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers,
Come you death, in haste, do come
My shroud of black be weaving,
Quiet my heart, be deathly quiet,
My true love is leaving.
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Date: 2014-09-27 05:15 am (UTC)Avengers movieverse, Clint/Natasha,
Fill her coat with weapons
And help her get it on
'Cause one day when she goes
She's gone
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Date: 2014-09-27 06:16 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-09-27 06:17 am (UTC)This will be my last confession
'I love you' never felt like any blessing
Whispering like it's a secret
Only to condemn the one who hears it
With a heavy heart
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Date: 2014-12-15 02:30 am (UTC)She never bothered to ask if it was the kind of love that boys who never grew to be men harbored for their childhood crushes or the kind of friendship that he was too foolish to let die or the kind that grown men felt for women they knew better than to care about. She didn't want to know, couldn't allow herself to know.
They were caught on the wrong side of this war, both of them knowing that they couldn't change it. She was the Centre. She chased. He was the lab rat. He ran.
He called her late at night, reminded her of things that she did not want to think about, and every time he did, he said something in every conversation, a subtext underlying them. Three words. Terrible ones for all they could mean and all that they could never be.
He loved her.
She hated him for it. He was trying to tear down any means she had of surviving this war, trying to get her to say the same thing, but they were words that she could not say, not even in subtext.
They were a curse. They would get them both killed.
It didn't matter what kind of love they shared.
It was a death sentence for both of them.
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Date: 2014-09-27 06:18 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-10-03 12:36 pm (UTC)"Unacceptable," she murmurs.
He lets her take his bow because she's right. This mark cannot live.
In three seconds, there is chaos across the battle line. They fall while Natasha makes her shots with professional precision. It's the hottest thing he's ever seen. "I love how you handle my weapon," Clint tells her later, half honest praise, half hopeful innuendo.
Natasha slides up to him, kissing his jaw before whispering, "I know."
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Date: 2014-09-27 06:19 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-09-27 06:19 am (UTC)I’m giving you a head start,
You’re going to need it,
’Cause I fight like a girl.
No Mercy (Hannibal/Highlander, Abigail + Hannibal + Cassandra)
Date: 2014-09-29 07:19 am (UTC)And then she is blinking up at too-bright lights and the face of a woman she does not know.
"Come," says the woman, and there is a strange resonance to her voice. Abigail rises and follows the woman from the morgue, a puppet who cannot do otherwise, screaming inside her head.
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Abigail closes her eyes and brings her rage under control. She is done with being controlled.
"The Voice," she says coldly, and glares at the woman, Cassandra, her fellow Immortal. "Never use it on me again."
Cassandra nods. Abigail examines her with narrowed eyes, and then dips her head in acceptance.
"Alright, teacher," she says, and flips her hair. "Teach me what I need."
Cassandra smiles, a small upward twitching of her lips. "Of course. And then..."
"And then," Abigail echoes.
~
Abigail smiles at Hannibal and draws her sword. She is satisfied to see the shock he can't quite hide.
"If all you did was kill me, I might have forgiven you," she says, and goes for his neck.
Hannibal ducks and blocks her next swing with the door. Of course he does.
If she's going to have any chance of winning this, she knows she has to be very, very clever.
"Abigail," he says, and there is something very like wonder in his voice. She falters and perhaps he meant for that, a knife plunges into her chest and she gasps and dies.
~
Abigail refuses to break. She laughs and laughs at Hannibal, even as she is tied down and cut and tortured for his catlike curiosity about the girl who won't die. This time, she refuses to listen to him; she knows that it is his words that really take you apart. Sometimes she can't keep from hearing, but she's getting better at blocking it out the longer she practices.
Maybe she's fooling herself. Maybe she's well and truly broken, already.
Maybe. That doesn't mean she has to believe it.
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Abigail stumbles through the dark streets, and she is alive and free and next time she tries to kill Hannibal she really will be clever about it.
~
She lets Cassandra guide her into a car with dark windows. "I'm sorry," she whispers. "I should have waited, like you said."
Cassandra sighs. "I should have known you wouldn't."
Abigail chokes out a laugh. "Because you wouldn't have? You have a Hannibal of your own, don't you? Is he dead?"
She's not quite sure how she knows. Maybe it's because she's felt somehow akin to Cassandra from the beginning.
"He's not," says Cassandra. "It doesn't matter." The bitterness in her voice reveals that for a lie.
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Hannibal bleeds, his throat cut by his own hand, Cassandra's Voice ringing in his ears. Abigail holds her hand to the cut, and it's just enough to hold death at bay for a little while longer. She stares into his eyes and says, "You're not God or the devil. You're only a man, Hannibal, that's all you ever were."
She watches the realisation, the panic and defeat in his eyes, like nothing she's seen there before. It's enough. She smiles grimly and stabs his heart.
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Date: 2014-09-27 06:21 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-09-27 06:21 am (UTC)She's somebody's hero
A hero to her baby with a skinned up knee
A little kiss is all she needs
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Date: 2014-09-27 01:01 pm (UTC)Damn I need an Arthurian icon
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Date: 2014-09-27 01:31 pm (UTC)fill (drabble)
Date: 2014-10-03 01:11 pm (UTC)Sam sniffles once more. "You're sure? Sure-sure?"
"That your tummy won't explode because a watermelon seed is growing in it?" Dean resists the urge to knock out the idiot kid that upset his brother. "I'm sure, Sam."
Sam mops his tears with his sleeve. "Okay," and after a last worried glance at his middle, he tries to smile. "If you say so."
Sam is way too innocent. Gullible. But Dean still likes having him as a little brother; Sam is sweet and well-behaved and he really believes that Dean's word is law.
Dean nods reassuringly. "Let's get home, Sammy."
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Date: 2014-09-27 02:22 pm (UTC)Drabble fill, DCU Dick + Jason
Date: 2014-12-17 07:22 am (UTC)“Why the hell are you sitting in my car naked?”
“Relax, Hood. I'm not making a pass,” Dick said, trying not to give in to the pain. Everything hurt, and he'd already passed out once. “Also, I'm not naked. There's just not a lot left of the Nightwing costume left and your car was a hell of a lot closer than my nearest safehouse. I figured putting up with you was better than showing most of the city my bare ass.”
“Next time,” Jason muttered, “don't be such a goody two shoes. Just steal the damn car.”
“If you insist.”
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Date: 2014-09-27 02:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-09-27 03:11 pm (UTC)