Bite Sized Bits of Fic

http://kitteninthedark.livejournal.com/248673.html

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tigriswolf

Parks and Recreation, Donna Meagle, the long and varied adventures of her life

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digthewriter

When Arthur Pendragon meets his future self as a zombie

Merlin bbc/Izombie

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Shameless (U.S.), Karen Jackson, don't dismiss me as a synonym for love

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Death Note, Naomi Misora, she shows Light a fake ID (and so when he tells her that he is Kira, she is NOT under the influence of the Death Note)

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Death Note, Mello, he was born in a country that uses a Cyrillic alphabet -- which means that anyone with the death eyes would see Mihael Keehl written in Cyrillic (and Soichiro can't read that, so Light doesn't find out Mello's actual name that day)

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Death Note, Mello/Near, If I love you is that a fact or a weapon?

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Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles, Jesse Flores,

This is hell.
This is not the whole story.

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Batman: TAS, Harley Quinn/Bruce Wayne,

They think I'm insane, they think my lover is strange
But I don't have to fucking tell them anything, anything

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Grayson (comics), Dick Grayson/Tiger/Midnighter,

They'll say you are bad
or perhaps you are mad
or at least you
should stay undercover.

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Justice League Cartoon, Shayera Hol/Bruce Wayne/Diana, (330): I'm bonding with your girlfriend. I like her. We're plotting your demise.

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Grayson (comics), Dick Grayson/Tiger, definitely not straight

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Grayson (comics), Dick Grayson/Tiger +/ Midnighter, (707): starting to feel like a fuck wizard with a magical sixth sense for people fucking.

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any. any supernatural character. whatever you do, I can do better

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any. any vampire. taste of blood.

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purplemoon3.livejournal.com

He moved through a world of red, instinct and reflex, the echoes of screams long since drowned out by the beat of his own heart. It was the war drum he carried with him, always, one he had learned to march to as a child and one that he had come to embrace as nothing else in the time since. Red dripped from the bodies he had piled high, gravity doing its grisly work, but he remained sure footed from experience, and uncouth grace. His arms burned, his chest worked like a bellows, but for the first time in -ages- his teeth did not ache.

All the cows, the drained deer, the many cats a man could catch had turned to ashes in his mouth as that first spray of hot human blood sprinkled across his face like angel kisses. The world had turned murky red, his eyes filling with a film of blood so heavy they looked black in the prince's polished silver mirror, and Dean drank his fill on the blood of a Manticore.

It had taken a whimpering girl to draw him from his relvery, her own sweet nectar staining the shirt that swamped her where she huddled on the floor.

The little princess. She had come to the stables when he shooed the horses, always asking if it hurt them. Wanting reassurance that her favorite of the week would feel no pain.

He had not been fast enough -Benny was right- and he glared at the offending dagger that had been driven into her skinny little leg. She was a kid. Little more than a baby, really, no threat to anyone.

"Princess," Dean had tried to be gentle, but blood had dripped like jewels from his chin, and the still glowing tip of his forge-fresh sword was a necessary evil. He cauterized the wound and picked her up. Drew his line in blood and shit and tossed as many as he could save in the Maidenvault.

Where was Benny?

He'd not been in time to save the baby, but he had driven the smoking tip of his now useless sword deep into Prince Aegon's murderer and shoved Elia to safety, to the arms of trembling loyal servants and her daughter.

Then he began to feast. He fought with blade and tooth and claw, the tips of his nails hardening and lengthening the longer he battled. Corpses became obstacles, became weapons. He drank as they screamed, stopped just before they went quiet, and he laughed hysterically as the battle lulled into a stalemate. Their fear forced them back, and all he could see was red, red and gold, and dead lions everywhere.

And it was funny -still- that all he could smell was cheap copper when Lannisters were always talking about their fucking gold. Copper pennies in his nose and a rich red on his tongue. He felt like a king, and remembered a rack, and how those he had put on it cowered so sweetly.

No, that is not right. He's forgetting again.

His heart pulsed in his ears, and a man in armor prettier than anything he could craft walked forward.

"…The bloody blacksmith?" Shock, and bewilderment on Ser Jaime's pale face. "By the Seven…"

Dean Winchester smiled, eyes dark and teeth bared, and felt pure for the first time in too long.

Edited Date: 2015-09-26 01:32 pm (UTC)

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any. any/any. "Aren't you going to kiss me good night?"

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hanorganaas.livejournal.com

"See this guys, we're seeing History being made." Alphonso Mackenzie said. He stood with Fitzsimmons and Elena, peeking out of a archway. He waited for this moment from the day he joined Coulson's team because the inevitablity of it happening was strong.

They all watched as Coulson and May stood at the doorway of Melinda's quarters after they supposedly had dinner. It had to be a date right? The two of them were making it seem like they didn't want this night to end. Finally there was a long silence before May said:

"So, aren't you going to kiss me goodnight?"

Phil stood still for a moment. He blinked contemplating the decision. Should they kiss or should they not kiss.

"Come on Phil," Mack grumbled, he was getting uneasy looking at this, "kiss the girl."

Finally Phil made a move. He gently took her face in his hands and kissed her gently. It was long and lingering, gentle and sweet. Mack sighed happily, it was a beautiful sight to see. After watching the chemistry the Sparks flying a happy ending was made. His eyes briefly turned to Elena, maybe they would be there some day.

Of course it didn't last long.

"YES FINALLY!" Jemma cried out.

Phil and Melinda abruptly stopped and turned their heads to the little group of "Spies" that looked at them. Phil shaking his head and Melinda looking like she was about to commit murder.

"OH CRAP!" Fitz yelled, "RUN!"

Scattered and scared of how in trouble, Mack and the group ran in different directions. Despite the interruption a smile came on his face. He was happy this inevitiblity he knew from the beginning would happen, came to pass.

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any Whedonverse. any. warning labels

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