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tsuru_sanBeen meaning to post these for a little while...
Title: A Shadow
Fandom: Underworld
Pairing: Nathaniel/Rigel
Rating: PG-13 (for slash, a vague sex reference, and an overload of fluff)
Disclaimer: Not mine. Damn.
Summary: Nathaniel reminisces about him and Rigel during the movie’s opening scene.
Notes: Done for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
pointetcetera.
Nathaniel’s POV...
Raze and another lycan known as Trix force their way through the cities streets. Ever the hunters, Selene and you and I watch them from the ancient architecture of times long-passed. On a granite ledge I see you move, carefully in the shadows, to take more accurate pictures with a digital camera. Your trench coat—slippery with rain—clings to your lithe body which has been shaped by centuries of battle. Through many of those battles, I have been by your side, your companion practically since you were turned.
Before that, I’d forgotten so much of the contentment I feel in your presence. Stuck in a world of fanciful celebrations and shallow dilettantes—the lack of anything real eating away at me—I’d practically had it. Despite my love of the fine arts such as poetry and literature, I couldn’t take the aristocratic crowd. In retrospect, I’m just surprised I never thought of fighting as an alternative.
Then I met you, a newly turned vampire who’d cast his lot in with the death dealers. In no time at all, I’d joined as well. Watching you and pursuing your affections offered me a purpose however miniscule it seemed. Hardly anyone noticed you outside the dojo, but you said you didn’t care so long as you had me. Oh how my undead heart skipped a beat! It wasn’t long before we became lovers, and for the first time I felt complete. Pale bodies intertwined, smooth lips stealing kisses, eyes drinking in the moonlight. We lived for each other and the next battle. For the last couple centuries, we had found our nirvana.
And now my mind shifts back to the present. Almost imperceptibly, Selene signals us forward. She jumps elegantly from spire to sidewalk, and I look to you. At last, you drop from the precipice like a stone gargoyle come to life. The rain parts and you slip through it, still noticed by no one but me.
You’re a shadow, my love. A shadow in the night and a shadow in my heart.
Title: Conviction
Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh
Pairing: mild Mokuba/Seto
Rating: PG (for angst, slash, and mild incest)
Disclaimer: Not mine. Damn.
Summary: Mokuba's thoughts when Seto subjects him to a "penalty game" during operation Death-T.
Notes: Written forgiddyschoolgirl. All dialogue is taken from the Yu-Gi-Oh graphic novel, vol. 5.)
“S-seto...” I pleaded softly, still sitting at the little room’s table, still humiliated.
“I’ve felt your pathetic, clinging loser’s gaze staring at my back for years...” my older brother accused coldly.
I could only stare horrified as his words washed over me. Anyone else would’ve assumed he was referring to my idolization of him. They would’ve been wrong. I’d always tried to hide my feelings from Seto, but the double-edged words revealed that he knew. There was something more to his tone than resentment. There was conviction. He knew.
“I kept telling you over and over, Mokuba,” Seto’s voice continued on without pity or a shred of emotion...not even anger, “if you play with fire, you’ll get burned...”
“B-big brother!” This was the harshest rejection of all.
Then suddenly, Seto switched gears, flawlessly redirecting his condemnation to the matter at hand. “You understand, don’t you? Only the winner is allowed out of that duel box. A penalty game awaits the loser! That is the law of “Death-T”!”
I had been mistaken, this was the harshest rejection of all.
Suddenly what had been clear glass clouded with nightmarish apparitions that my darkest dreams had never managed to think up. I tried—I swear I did!—to convince myself they weren’t real. But I couldn’t think, couldn’t breath. It felt like there was an invisible weight pressing down on my chest. Mind-numbing terror shot through me.
“S-save me, big brother!” I cried out, begging him to hear, begging him to come.
“Mokuba!” I heard someone yell my name, but the voice sounded oh-so-far away.
Then a hand grasped mine and pulled me from that hell. Seto had rescued me...I knew he would! I turned to see his eyes, ready to tell him that I loved him—yes, in that way—but all my gaze found was Yugi.
It was a more painful sight than any holographic monster.
Title: A Shadow
Fandom: Underworld
Pairing: Nathaniel/Rigel
Rating: PG-13 (for slash, a vague sex reference, and an overload of fluff)
Disclaimer: Not mine. Damn.
Summary: Nathaniel reminisces about him and Rigel during the movie’s opening scene.
Notes: Done for
pointetcetera.Nathaniel’s POV...
Raze and another lycan known as Trix force their way through the cities streets. Ever the hunters, Selene and you and I watch them from the ancient architecture of times long-passed. On a granite ledge I see you move, carefully in the shadows, to take more accurate pictures with a digital camera. Your trench coat—slippery with rain—clings to your lithe body which has been shaped by centuries of battle. Through many of those battles, I have been by your side, your companion practically since you were turned.
Before that, I’d forgotten so much of the contentment I feel in your presence. Stuck in a world of fanciful celebrations and shallow dilettantes—the lack of anything real eating away at me—I’d practically had it. Despite my love of the fine arts such as poetry and literature, I couldn’t take the aristocratic crowd. In retrospect, I’m just surprised I never thought of fighting as an alternative.
Then I met you, a newly turned vampire who’d cast his lot in with the death dealers. In no time at all, I’d joined as well. Watching you and pursuing your affections offered me a purpose however miniscule it seemed. Hardly anyone noticed you outside the dojo, but you said you didn’t care so long as you had me. Oh how my undead heart skipped a beat! It wasn’t long before we became lovers, and for the first time I felt complete. Pale bodies intertwined, smooth lips stealing kisses, eyes drinking in the moonlight. We lived for each other and the next battle. For the last couple centuries, we had found our nirvana.
And now my mind shifts back to the present. Almost imperceptibly, Selene signals us forward. She jumps elegantly from spire to sidewalk, and I look to you. At last, you drop from the precipice like a stone gargoyle come to life. The rain parts and you slip through it, still noticed by no one but me.
You’re a shadow, my love. A shadow in the night and a shadow in my heart.
Title: Conviction
Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh
Pairing: mild Mokuba/Seto
Rating: PG (for angst, slash, and mild incest)
Disclaimer: Not mine. Damn.
Summary: Mokuba's thoughts when Seto subjects him to a "penalty game" during operation Death-T.
Notes: Written for
giddyschoolgirl. All dialogue is taken from the Yu-Gi-Oh graphic novel, vol. 5.)“S-seto...” I pleaded softly, still sitting at the little room’s table, still humiliated.
“I’ve felt your pathetic, clinging loser’s gaze staring at my back for years...” my older brother accused coldly.
I could only stare horrified as his words washed over me. Anyone else would’ve assumed he was referring to my idolization of him. They would’ve been wrong. I’d always tried to hide my feelings from Seto, but the double-edged words revealed that he knew. There was something more to his tone than resentment. There was conviction. He knew.
“I kept telling you over and over, Mokuba,” Seto’s voice continued on without pity or a shred of emotion...not even anger, “if you play with fire, you’ll get burned...”
“B-big brother!” This was the harshest rejection of all.
Then suddenly, Seto switched gears, flawlessly redirecting his condemnation to the matter at hand. “You understand, don’t you? Only the winner is allowed out of that duel box. A penalty game awaits the loser! That is the law of “Death-T”!”
I had been mistaken, this was the harshest rejection of all.
Suddenly what had been clear glass clouded with nightmarish apparitions that my darkest dreams had never managed to think up. I tried—I swear I did!—to convince myself they weren’t real. But I couldn’t think, couldn’t breath. It felt like there was an invisible weight pressing down on my chest. Mind-numbing terror shot through me.
“S-save me, big brother!” I cried out, begging him to hear, begging him to come.
“Mokuba!” I heard someone yell my name, but the voice sounded oh-so-far away.
Then a hand grasped mine and pulled me from that hell. Seto had rescued me...I knew he would! I turned to see his eyes, ready to tell him that I loved him—yes, in that way—but all my gaze found was Yugi.
It was a more painful sight than any holographic monster.
