Covenant Fiction, All Forms

Heaven Tonight - Caleb/Tyler - NC17

Fri, 03 Oct 2008 18:48:54 GMT

Title: Heaven Tonight
Author: greasers
Pairing: Caleb / Tyler
Rating: NC17
Warnings: Slash, mild language, sexual content.
Summary: In which Caleb is in a very playful mood and takes Tyler home with him.
Disclaimer: No harm, no foul.
Words: 3,583

Note: Written for the covenantslash fic exchange, for the lovely mickey_stone. The prompts I loosely used were bare skin and play.

( Heaven Tonight )

Fic Exchange Entry (Covenantslash) - Truth In The Dark

Wed, 01 Oct 2008 06:27:21 GMT

Title: Truth In The Dark
Author: Ice_Whisper
Disclaimer: In my dreams I do. Does that count?
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
Characters/Pairings: Pogue/Tyler, Sons
Written For: laminy
Prompt Used: Halloween, First Time
Summary: On Halloween night, two brothers will become more...

Notes: This is dedicated to Kyra. She helped me so much with this. My lovely muse and beta. Love ya, hun! *hug*

Truth In The Dark

Tue, 30 Sep 2008 22:07:38 GMT

baby girl
title baby girl
author bri_ght_fading
fandom the covenant
pairing/characters tyler/oc reid/oc
rating pg thirteen/m
summary a boy. a girl. a dance. who knew one night would change their lives?
disclaimer electra and annelise are mine.

|part 1 - part 4|

Fic: Where Shadows Dwell (Covenant/Supernatural)

Thu, 25 Sep 2008 07:36:43 GMT

Title: Where Shadows Dwell
Author(s): chosenfire28 & serenitysmalfoy
Disclaimer: We DO NOT OWN. All recognizable characters and situations belong to their respective owners and we make no profit off this.
Rating: R
Fandom(s): Supernatural/The Covenant
Warnings: Slash, reference to child abuse, orginial characters
Characters: Dean, Sam, Delia Alvers (OC), Eric Alvers (OC), Lance Alvers (OC),
Pairings: Tyler/Eric, Caleb/Pogue, Delia/Reid
Spoilers: SPN season 1, The Covenant post movie
Summary: Five years ago, John Winchester made a choice he regrets, and now a brother and sister live with a secret as they attend Spenser Academy. The Winchesters and the Alvers must work together to uncover the truth of the town’s black-eyed teenagers and what really happened five years ago that lead to the death of a mother.

Author’s Notes: This was orginially started as an RP but it has evovled into something much, much more. There are a two OC characters that are featured heavily in this but don't let that keep you away. Please enjoy and let us know what you think. Covenant will be mentioned in the next chapter and the boys should be making their way into the fic in chapter 3 or 4,

X-Posted like crazy :D

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Chapter 1 Coordinates

As the Winchester boys pulled up in front of a large house that looked like it would be haunted, Sam got a weird feeling in the back of his head. Something, he knew, was wrong about this place. Maybe nothing supernatural, but there was just... it looked empty, almost. Un-lived in. He glanced at Dean, his eyes asking if they were in the right place.

“Chill, Boy Wonder.” Dean grunted and a smirk played on his lips “Cozy isn’t it?”
Sam rolled his eyes, shaking his head at Dean. "Do people really live here?" he asked, eying the place as he unbuckled his seat-belt and opened the door.

Dean cut the engine and rolled his eyes muttering “God, I hope so.” Otherwise the non-stop drive from Texas would turn out to be more of a bitch. He got out of the car to stand by Sam and titled his head back to look at the piece of crap that was their destination. He slapped Sam on the shoulder “Hey, Sammy boy, there might be rats, big fat juicy rats.” His eyes sparkled mischievously and the smirk was only getting wider.

"Uh-huh. You’re having too much fun with this, Dean." Sam frowned a bit. "We should be out looking for the demon, why are we stopping here?" He asked.

Dean’s jaw tightened because he knew where this was going. Sam could sure be a bitch about some things and this was one of them. “You know why,” he ground out “Dad gave us coordinates; we do whatever job we find here.” He glared at his little brother “Got a problem with that?”

Sam glared right back at Dean. "Yeah, actually I do." he said, but let the subject drop because that was when the door opened to reveal a kid, well teen really, standing as she leaned against the door way, watching the two brothers.

There was another boy behind her.

Eric paused slightly behind his older sister and just stared at the two familiar men memories he could never forget telling him who they were. His body tensed and he fell into a familiar stance of protecting and be protected by his sister.

Dean plastered on a smile “Hey, we’re new in the neighborhood and just getting to know everybody, is your dad home?”

Delia gave Dean a hard, stare with a tight, angry jaw as her eyes narrowed. "You’re a Winchester, aren't you?" She'd know the sons from anywhere. She'd seen pictures, and she remembered John well enough to see the resemblance in the two. Winchesters, no doubt about it. Her blood boiled inside.

Sam blinked, watching between the two. The feeling that something was wrong deepened, he gave a long stare at the two kids. Why did he have the feeling that if they said yes the door would be slammed in their faces? Sam fought the urge to roll his eyes. Why was it, that his dad always seemed to get into fights with everyone he knew?

Because thats what it had to be. It couldn't' be anything else.

Dean’s smirk had faltered and it was getting more tense by the second and he took time to study the kids both of them glaring at them a hard edge in their eyes. Oh, yeah, this was going to be a barrel of laughs. He turned to the girl and let his hands rest in his pockets “Now, if I said yes darling would that be a bad thing?” He decided to lay on some good ole Winchester charm but he was still watching them closely. In his line of work appearances were deceiving and cute little girls and their scrawny boys could rip out your throat.

Eric’s hands clenched into fist at his sides and he turned to look at his sister trying to hold on to the anger, trying not to reach for the knife he had been trained to keep on hand at all times.

Delia gave Dean a cold smile, "If you said yes, you'll probably have a knife on your throat two seconds flat. Doesn't matter, though, I know who you are. Your dad was around long enough, I remember his face. We both do."

Well, the first bit was a lie. Eric was good with his knife, but the Winchesters were better. She knew that much. John Winchester had stuck around long enough to get their mother killed, turn their dad into a drunk and take care of them for a day or so, giving them a little bit of hope that he'd help them, only to take off two days later. They hadn't seen him in five years. She didn't trust anybody but her brother now. She swore she never would.

Eric ducked his head and tried to hold himself together. She was bluffing, they both knew that but hopefully the Winchesters didn’t.
Dean blinked a bit stunned “Oh.” There was the familiar weight of the gun in his pocket but he wouldn’t need it, not for them. He could see the way they tried to be brave, hard, but even the well-placed masks of a Hunter-in-training couldn’t hide the nervousness.

They weren’t a threat to him or Sam but it burned to think that these two kids thought they were a threat to them.

He knew who they were and he knew how their eyes were so hard. Dad had told them a little about the case that had been screwed up five years ago. He had been helping some old friend of their mom that had gone wrong and the woman had been killed.

Dad had been gone for months trying to keep her husband sober and alive for his two kids and had trained him to hunt well enough to be on his own.

Sam glanced questioningly at Dean, then looked back at the two kids. They were too old, not in the sense of age, but in the sense of experiences. He was quiet. "Maybe we should come back later," he said, seeing the way the kids were looking at them.

"Its fine, come on in, but I doubt you'll get much." Delia gave a snort. She found she wanted the two boys to come in, to see what their father had left two twelve year-olds to. She turned, leaving the door open and grabbing her brothers hand, pulling him along so he wouldn't do anything stupid.

He just clenched his jaw used to his twins rough handling by now.

You would think she had been born the boy.

He could feel the brothers at his back and couldn’t let his body relax. He had been taught to be cautious, trained to be watchful, but since the age of twelve he had also learned fear and the father of the two men in their house had been responsible for that day to day terror that at any moment the people he loved the most could be torn away from him or turned into a complete stranger.

He gripped his sister’s hand tighter because she was all he had left.

Because Winchesters had re-entered their lives.

Delia swallowed passed the lump in her throat, squeezing her brothers hand; she was okay, they'd be fine. It was different now, they knew how to protect themselves. She knew if anything happened, she'd die to protect her brother, but she would also live to protect him. Death would only be the last resort.

Still, the Winchesters were back, that meant they had to be ready for anything. Be on guard; don't let them get close. Don't let them trick you into thinking everything was going to be okay, don't let them trick you into trusting them. Delia suddenly found herself blinking rapidly, and she swallowed again. She would not cry. She hadn't cried since before her mothers death, she wouldn't start now.

Sam watched the two kids, wondering why they were acting like the brother had just been drafted into a war. They were grim, cold, quiet. Like him and Dean, Sam realized. He wondered what the history was, what'd happened to make them like that.

"Dean," he said so only his brother could hear, "What did dad do?"

Dean jerked at his brothers words and shot a quick look at the kids. They hadn’t noticed anything, hell they kept on walking. Dean slowed down a bit and told Sam quietly his voice flat “Before you left Dad was on a hunt, he was gone for almost three months.” Dean paused wondering if Sam remembered. Dean knew he had to, the only reason Sam had graduated from the same school he’d started the year before was because Dad was gone for so long.

"Yeah, I remember." Sam was still sore about that, but he’d never brought it up before.

Dean didn’t roll his eyes at his brothers huffy tone, he wanted to but he was old enough not to. He just told Sam, between clenched, hating to admit something that was never suppose to happen “Dad screwed up, their mom died, and Dad spent the next few months teaching their dad how to hunt and survive.”

Sam had been too caught up in whatever school thing he had going on when their Dad had gotten back so he hadn’t noticed. How that hunt nearly broke their father. The only thing he had noticed was the whiskey bottles and the shotgun shells. He hadn’t been there to support their drunken father to the bathroom, he hadn’t stood outside the door and listened to him sob, he hadn’t tossed back a beer with him every other night because it seriously blowed to drink alone.

He hadn’t known, Dean had made sure of that.

"So dad just taught them how to hunt and left?" Sam asked incredulous.

Dean made a sound of disgust in his throat “He taught him how to live Sammy. You think he could have stuck around, held his hand, let him cry on his shoulder? Do you know what would have happened to us if any evil son of bitches had learned he left us unprotected? He did what he could and got the hell out of there.”

"Yeah, and what did he do for the kids?" Sam asked.

“He made sure their father stayed alive, he killed the bitch that did it, hell for the past five years he’s been making sure they had food and clothes with the little bit of money we make that isn’t illegal.” Dean shouldered past his brother whispering to him “He did what he could fucking do, just let that be enough for once.”

Dean knew he shouldn’t be taking it out on Sam but dammit he had been with his dad almost everyday since that hunt and he knew how the things that had happened haunted him, how the guilt dragged him down and added another scar to his soul.

Sam sighed, not wanting to get into a fight with his brother now. "Okay. Sure, Dean." He said. They came to a stop in front of a door that led to what Sam guessed would either be the living room, kitchen or dining room. You couldn't know with the lay out of the house. When the kids opened it they were in a dining room, where an over-weight, one-eyed guy sat, beer in hand.

Delia hesitated, hating this room. She remembered a few years back, she'd just turned fourteen and dad had gotten really drunk. Her hair used to be blonde, but she dyed it to red after that night. He'd mistaken her for their mother...and, well lets just say if Eric hadn't gotten there in time, things would've been really bad for a while. Her father wasn't a bad guy...he was just...confused at the time. Not that she was making any excuses for him. She was done with that.

Over. Wouldn't do it. Ever. Again.

Eric let go of his sisters hand his palm moving to rest on her back comfortably and he moved his body between her and the drunk waste that was their father. The human pollution that had once been the man they called Daddy.

Eric turned to the Winchesters a bitter smile touching his lips “Yeah, your Dad did a lot for us, he left us with this. Meet our Dad.”

New Management!!!

Thu, 25 Sep 2008 03:04:37 GMT

Hi everyone. If you haven't heard already this community has a couple of new maintainers. We are chosenfire28 and serenitysmalfoy and over the next few weeks some changes will be made to the community.

First off, a tagging system will be put in place so that all fics and other entries can be tagged and kept track of. Just keep a lookout for new tags going up. If you would like to go back and tag all your old entries that would be a huge load off us :D

Some new rules have been added as well. Please check out the User Info to make sure you are up to date.

If you have any suggestions for this community or general welcomes comment here. Also, keep an eye out on this comm, things should be picking up and we should have some great challenges coming your way.

Scars

Thu, 25 Sep 2008 01:41:54 GMT

Title: Scars
Characters: All the Sons. Gen.
Word Count: 1,574
Rating: PG-13
Note: I wrote this ages ago before my laptop had internet and decided to finally post it. =D
Summary: Pogue has five scars.

PLEASE REVIEW!

Pogue had five scars.

The First:

The first one had been during the first week of summer vacation when they were six, before their powers had come, before the Power all but killed Caleb’s father. Back then, Gorman had been acting as babysitter, sitting on the old, rotted porch, yelling to them when they went too far. They’d been playing tag.

“Pogue’s it!” Caleb yelled, laughing as he hurried over to the oak tree that was acting as the safe zone. No way was he getting tagged again.

Pogue grumbled, running after Tyler. He hated being it.

“Tyler, come on! You’re almost there!” Caleb encouraged as Tyler struggled to out run the much faster Pogue. He reached out, grabbing Tyler’s arm once he could, propelling the youngest boy to the tree before Pogue could catch him.

“Traitor!” Reid whined from across the yard where he’d hidden by the old shed. He yelped when he saw Pogue turn on him, running as fast as his legs could carry him, and he rushed around to the other side, crouching between the shed and Gorman’s pile of firewood.

Pogue hurried after Reid, ready for his turn to be over. This was the last time he was letting Reid pick what game they played. Tyler always chose Hide and Seek. That was fine with him. He was small. He could fit almost anywhere.

He slowed his pace, sneaking up on the wood pile so Reid wouldn’t hear him. He jumped at the last second, catching Reid’s sleeve.

Reid jumped when he saw Pogue, trying to pull away before Pogue could get a grip on his arm. He pulled hard, his eyes widening as he watched Pogue lose his balance and topple to the ground. He backed up a step, expecting Pogue to jump to his feet and go back to chasing him, but Pogue just moved into a sitting position, clutching his ankle. It took another second for Reid to see red blood slipping past Pogue’s mud stained fingers.

“Gorman!”

Years later, Reid could still remember the fear and guilt he’d felt when he saw the blood. He hadn’t meant to make Pogue fall. He just hadn’t wanted to be It. He hadn’t known Pogue would catch his ankle on a rusty nail. He could still remember Gorman pouring the rubbing alcohol on the cut, could still remember Pogue’s cry when it first hit his leg.

The Second:

The second had happened when they were nine. Their elementary school had taken them on a field trip to the Museum of Science and even then, Aaron Abbot had been an overconfident bully.

“What? You need those losers to protect you?” Aaron mocked, his face twisted into a sneer. He advanced on Tyler, pushing him against the wall.

“Leave me alone!”

“Back off, Aaron,” Pogue shouted, running over from the rock display. The class had been split into two groups that morning, Caleb and Reid dragged away by Mrs. Pearson.

“Oh, big bad Pogue coming to rescue the little wimp?” Aaron smirked, arms crossed as Pogue stepped in front of Tyler and nudged the youngest towards the entrance of the next exhibit. “Can’t stick up for himself?”

“Leave him alone.” Pogue glared at Aaron, the glare faltering for a minute to make sure Tyler was out of the way.

“What are you gonna do about it?”

Pogue pushed Aaron, not caring that the other boy was a head taller than him. “Back. Off.”

Aaron pushed back, not noticing or not caring that Pogue was standing next to the stairs. He watched, his face pale in shock as Pogue missed the railing, toppling down. There was a loud crack half way down, and Tyler yelled for Mr. Callahan.

Tyler could still remember the sound Pogue’s arm made when he fell, the crack of a bone in his arm snapping. The bone had broken through his skin, the sight enough to make Aaron turn and vomit all over Hayley George’s pink jelly sandals. He hadn’t wanted to see Pogue after that. He’d blamed himself, thinking that if he’d been bigger or stronger, Pogue wouldn’t have needed to protect him and never would have gotten hurt. Caleb had dragged Tyler into Pogue’s hospital room, Reid busy being yelled at by Mr. Callahan for attacking Aaron. Pogue had motioned for him to come closer, hit Tyler lightly over the head, and spouted off a, “So you going to sign my cast, or what?”

The Third:

The third was when they were ten. They’d been at school, listening to Mr. Goren go on about fractions and decimals. None of them had cared.

“Can anyone tell me what a denominator is? Mr. Garwin? Mr. Garwin? Will someone wake him up?!”

Caleb groaned quietly, his palm smacking his forehead. Not again. He turned to Pogue, frowning when he saw him slumped over his desk. He’d told Pogue to go home, but he was stubborn, said it was just a fever, that he was fine. He didn’t look fine.

“Mr. Garwin!”

Great. Now Mr. Goren was getting mad. Tyler was the one that was supposed to keep Reid awake, but he’d left half way through the class to go to band practice.

“Mr. Gar-“ Mr. Goren was interrupted by a crash and a scream. The entire class spun around, Reid snapping out of his sleep, nearly falling out of his chair before he followed his classmates’ gazes.

Pogue was lying on the floor, his chair toppled over beside him. His arms were wrapped around his stomach, his eyes clenched shut tight as he screamed.

Caleb was out of his chair in a second, rushing over to his friend. “Pogue, what’s wrong?” He cringed, watching a tear slip past Pogue’s lashes and trail down his cheek, seeping into the gray and purple rug.

“Garwin, go get the nurse,” Mr. Goren ordered, kneeling on Pogue’s other side.

Pogue screamed again.

Caleb still cringed when he remembered that day. That was the first and only time he’d ever heard Pogue scream like that, like he was being ripped from the inside out. The scar from Pogue’s appendectomy stood out against his skin, a harsh reminder to that day. For a week after Chase, he’d woken up, Pogue’s same scream ringing in his ears.

The Fourth:

The fourth was just after they’d all gotten their powers. They’d been thirteen, running outside the second the rain stopped. They’d been hanging around with Gorman, helping clean around the house for some extra cash. By then, Caleb’s father had been hidden in the house and they were kept from the third floor, restricted to cleaning the first two…well, Caleb, Pogue, and Tyler had been cleaning. Reid had been cleaning the same spot for the last twenty minutes while he stared out the window, waiting for the rain to stop. Once it had, he’d run for the door, the others following him after short shout to Gorman.

“Having fun, Pogue?”

“Shut it, Reid,” Pogue shouted, pedaling hard. His bike had gotten a flat on the way, and no other way to get home had resulted in him using Gorman’s old bike that he was fairly certain was made back in the 1940’s.

“Are the tires even filled?”

“Reid,” Caleb stressed, not even looking back as he continued to pedal. He’d told Reid to wait longer, that the storm wasn’t over, but of course he hadn’t listened. It was going to start raining again any second. Great.

“Why didn’t he just ride on one of our handlebars?”

“Because Gorman would have killed him for suggesting it,” Tyler said, reminding them all of the incredulous look on Gorman’s face when Pogue suggested it.

“Like he hasn’t done it at some point,” Reid scoffed.

“Maybe with a girlfriend,” Tyler quipped.

“I like you guys, but not that much,” Pogue laughed. What happened after that happened fast, he’d turned, following one of the sharp curves. The front wheel wobbled, turned, and the next moment Pogue was over the handlebars. He felt a sharp pain and his breath leave his lungs as he hit the ground. He couldn’t breathe. He could hear Reid swear, bikes breaking, and the others running over. He wanted to tell them he was okay, but his voice wouldn’t work. Darkness crept in, and he could hear Caleb yelling at him to stay awake.

Pogue still felt uncomfortable remembering that day. When he woke up in the hospital, the storm was going strong and Caleb was telling him not to talk, that one of the bike spokes had gone straight through his neck. Later, he’d heard his mother crying to his father, saying that if the spoke had been even a couple centimeters off, he’d be dead. The scars were light, unnoticeable to anyone that didn’t know they were there. All four of them knew about that night and all of them shuddered when they saw the scars.

The Fifth:

The fifth was after Chase. The scar was thin, most of it hidden when Pogue’s hair would fall over his eyes. It was hard for all of them to see it, a constant reminder of almost losing him and everything Chase had done. Caleb, Reid, and Tyler still weren’t sure about what happened that night. Pogue wouldn’t talk about it. All they knew was that Chase had hurt Pogue, had caused that scar on Pogue’s forehead. Chase hurt one of theirs, and there was no forgiving that.

Blackbird (3/15) Tyler/OFC

Tue, 23 Sep 2008 11:32:58 GMT

Title: Blackbird (3/15)
Author: wildalyss
Fandom: The Covenant
Pairing: Tyler/OFC
Rating: R
Summary: When Spencer Academy is paired with the mysterious Emerald Academy for the Annual Massachusetts Private School challenge chaos ensues. Not only for Spencer but Caleb and the boys as well. Not all mysteries should be solved.
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I have no claim over anything official to do with ‘The Covenant'.

here

Hello, members.

Wed, 17 Sep 2008 03:50:43 GMT

Hi,

I'm Kenda. I'm the invisible mod on this comm and was wondering if there was interest in a few people helping me revive this comm and helping me run it. I've kind of neglected it lately.

Feel free to say hi and introduce yourselves here too!

YOU'RE NEW MOD'S ARE!

serenitysmalfoy

chosenfire28

Sat, 06 Sep 2008 19:02:35 GMT

Title: Betraying Revenge For Love
Pairing: Caleb/OC
Rating: M
Genre: Angst, Fluff, Romance, Supernatural
Fandom: The Covenant
Summary: She was supposed to kill them. She was supposed to seek revenge for what they did to her brother. She had never expected to fall in love with the very person she was supposed to destroy. ::BRALEB::

LINK: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4412656/1/Betraying_Revenge_For_Love

Untitled

Sun, 31 Aug 2008 17:22:47 GMT

Title: Untitled (At the mo. I've no idea what to call it!)
Pairing: Reid/Tyler
Rating: PG-13 (I think)
Genre: Angst, Fluff
Fandom: The Covenant
Summary: Set just after the fight scene between Caleb and Reid, outside of Nicky's. This is a oneshot of the conversation Reid and Tyler might have had that night. (I have a longer more angsty version that I may post later.)

This is a slash fic by the way. Don't like, don't read!

"Why me?! Why does Caleb always act like a jerk with me? He thought I'd killed that guy Ty! Like I could kill anyone, like I would kill anyone!" Reid ranted, pacing around their dorm room whilst Tyler sat silently on his bed. He was absolutely furious, Caleb was supposed to be his brother!

"I don't know Reid. It's like as soon as you get near him, he just snaps and all the emotions he has bottled up inside him burst out. At you," Tyler replied as he watched his friend try to wear a whole in the carpet. Then he smirked.

"Maybe he likes you," he paused, "I mean, like likes you."

Reid spun around to stare at him, a look of pure horror on his face. Tyler couldn't keep a straight face and started laughing.

"Your face man, I was only joking."

"Not funny Ty!" Reid growled, before giving in to laughter himself. Then he sighed, sobering quickly. Tyler also stopped snickering from his position on the bed, taking in the look on his face.

"Reid...."

"I am just so sick of him. He blames me for everything that goes wrong and, yeah okay, I over use, I know that, but still it's not always my fault!" He let out a frustrated scream as he finished speaking and flung himself, face first, onto his bed.

Tyler regarded him quietly, not quite sure what to say about that. In any other situation he would have been laughing at Reid's drama queen moment, but this was not the right time. Both Caleb and Reid were his friends but what Reid was saying was true. Caleb always judged him before he had heard the whole story, but this time it was different. He actually believed Reid had killed somebody!

He climbed off his own bed and flopped down next to Reid on his. He nudged him with his shoulder and said, "He's probably got a mental condition. Tourettes or something!" trying to lighten the mood. It worked and Reid started laughing. He turned over to look at him.

"You always know how to make me feel better, baby boy," he said, for once showing the emotion under the bravado.

He got a grin in return, "That's what best friends are for right," more of a statement than a question.

"Well you're a better friend than Caleb is, that's for sure," he grumbled, feeling slightly dejected due to the 'friend' comment. Sure they were friends, best friends in fact, but recently he'd started feeling more for Tyler. When he finally figured out what he was feeling, he'd started looking for signs to see if maybe, the feeling was reciprocated. It had then become painstakingly obvious that it wasn't. Tyler just saw him as a good friend. He let out a long sigh.

"Hey don't let him get you down," Tyler told him, misinterpreting the sigh, albeit slightly surprised Reid was showing this much emotion.

"Yeah, I guess he isn't worth it," Reid said, snapping out of his thoughts abruptly, "I'm going to go to bed now, night," he spoke, reaching over to ruffle Tyler's hair.

"M'kay, goodnight," he got in reply, as Tyler started to move back to his own bed. Reid turned so he was lying on his back with his head on the pillow, and closed his eyes. He felt lips brush over he cheek in a gentle kiss and heard the words that went with it, and sat bolt upright, eyes wide.

Meanwhile, realizing what he had just done Tyler started stuttering whilst trying to apologize, "God Reid, I'm so sorry, I..I just, you know, an..and you were, s..so I....."

Reid broke out of his kiss invoked stupor and cut him off, "Tyler. Shut up!" He then slid his had around him to cup the back of Tyler's head, pulling him close, resting their foreheads together.

"I love you too," and then kissed him gently on the lips.

END

Okay there it was. Do tell me if it was awful. I'm very new to the writing part of fanfiction.

Ficlet Challenge: Speed, Star, Bonds, Innocence

Wed, 27 Aug 2008 12:30:35 GMT

Fandom: The Covenant
Challenge: 50 Ficlets
Table: Here

Author's Note: Only 5 more to go! Bonds is based off a scene in Charmed, just in case you recognise it. :) Innocence was written for smallfandomflsh's 9th Challenge: Secrets.

#18 - Speed [Pogue/Tyler, FRT, Word Count: 319]

#30 - Star [Caleb/Reid, FRT, Word Count: 637]

#35 - Bonds [No real pairing, FRT, Word Count: 926]

#40 - Innocence [Reid/Tyler, FRAO/NC-17, Word Count: 1,143]

x-posted to covenantslash

Silence

Sun, 24 Aug 2008 20:39:36 GMT

Title: Silence
Pairing: Caleb/Pogue
Word Count: 195
Rating: PG-13
Status: Complete
Summary: They never meant for it to come out like this.

PLEASE REVIEW!

Pure silence.

There wasn't a sound in Nicky's, something that had never happened before. The eyes of everyone in the bar was directed at one spot, the pool table. Sarah was standing in front of Pogue, her face red, the same color Pogue's cheek was turning. Pogue stood before her, not yelling, not defending himself. He just stood there, taking in her glare and the slap that had quieted the room.

They had never meant for it to go this far. They hadn't meant for anything to happen at all. But it had, they had, and they couldn't change it. There was no way to erase that first kiss, Pogue still lost in a haze of pain medication and Caleb's scent of smoke and sweat. It had been innocent, barely a brushing of lips. The second wasn't. Right after Pogue came home from his hospital stay. Their lips had crashed together and that was it.

So here they were. Sarah standing in front of Pogue, livid. Pogue with his reddened cheek, an unspoken apology on his lips. And Caleb moving to stand behind Pogue, pulling the other boy against him, entwining their hands.

Pure silence.

Sun, 24 Aug 2008 19:25:45 GMT

Hi, I set up a drabble request over at my writing journal wildspades I'm offering up a couple Covenant pairings (het) but I can do singular drabbles / mild slash if anyone wants.

thanks!
&hearts; alyss

Frozen Dreams

Sun, 24 Aug 2008 18:48:18 GMT

Title: Frozen Dreams (chapter 1)
Author: serenitysmalfoy
Pairing/characters: Tyler/Chase
Rating: R
Fandom(s): The Covenant
Summary: Upon the death of his brothers, Tyler Simms, nearly immortal finds himself in a predicament.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but these words I write.
Note: Inspired by Coheed & Cambria's Keeping the Blade <------Linkage; Click to hear song while you read. Gives an awesome effect. ^_^ My GF is also making a short mini-comic (1 pg) for me for this. :)

Chapter 1

Falling Snow

The night hung in the air ominously. The starlight’s were gone, no where to be seen. The large office building was a massive pile of crumbled stone. A twitch. Something moved. A hand. It pulled it’s way above the stones, and there was a sound of someone coughing.

Short-black hair, pale blue eyes and pale, pale skin; the boy couldn’t have been more than eighteen years old. His clothes were ripped, hole after hole ruined his uniform and the boy coughed again, crawling out of the pile.

Then, the tears fell. A river of dirt and water fell from his face as the boy looked up into the moon, letting out a loud disgruntled cry.

Why?

They were gone, and he’d never see them again.
They were gone and he was too, but more importantly they were gone.

Forever and he couldn’t do a thing to stop it.

The boy walked on, his feet stumbling across the crumbled mess. He fell on to the grass, grasping the green, clutching it as if holding on to the plant for dear life. The tears continued to fall.

He huffed, letting his face fall into the ground. His vision wavered, but he didn’t let go.

He thought of them. Blonde hair, a brilliant smile. They were children, laughing and playing in the rain, their mothers watching after them.

He thought of him. Black hair, short a bit like his. The eyes starring into his soul, he remembers falling and he was saved by him. Yet again.

He thought of him, the boy who’d saved him from a bully all those years ago. The boy who accidently pushed him and he’d fallen into the ground, and he’d apologized and let him play with the boys favorite truck.

A sob. The boy let the tears fall, curling unto himself as the wounds began to heal.

Footsteps.

Someone was coming.

Who?

The boy tried to crawl away, knowing he shouldn’t let anyone see him, not like this.

The foot landed roughly on his throat, and suddenly the boy couldn’t move. He knew who it was, even without opening his eyes.

His vision wavered, but the boy looked up anyway.

The face he saw was supposed to be erased from the world, had been. For a while, anyway.

Now it was back, and his brothers died for nothing.

The world faded to black.

Covenantslash Fic Exchange Reminder

Fri, 22 Aug 2008 07:08:19 GMT

Hello everyone, just wanted to remind you that the deadline to sign up for the first fic exchangea covenantslash is coming up. You can sign up until midnight Pacific Daylight Time on 29 August. That's 3AM on 30 August EDT and 8AM on 30 August BST, so there's a little over a week to go.

You can read more about the fic exchange in the Sign-Up Post

13 people have signed up so far and I am hoping to bring it up to a nice round number. Please don't stop yourself from signing up if you're worrying about running into trouble; I will be able to help you in anyway you need :D

Mon, 18 Aug 2008 07:21:22 GMT

Title: Routine
Author: SerenitysMalfoy
Pairing/characters: Reid/Pogue
Rating: PG
Fandom(s): The Covenant
Summary: At his ripe age of thirty five, Reid had a routine…(one-shot)
Disclaimer: I own nothing but these words I write.
http://serenitysmalfoy.livejournal.com/9076.html#cutid1

Note, this has a bit of Reid angst. ^__^

Mon, 18 Aug 2008 06:56:44 GMT

Title: Caleb
Author: Serenitysmalfoy
Pairing/characters: Caleb
Rating: PG for minor cursing.

Fandom(s): The Covenant
Summary: Character Study.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but these words I write.

http://serenitysmalfoy.livejournal.com/8906.html#cutid1

Mon, 18 Aug 2008 06:29:35 GMT

Title: Two Down Two To Go
Author: Serenitysmalfoy
Pairing/characters: Chase/Pogue, Chase/Tyler
Rating: R
Fandom(s): The Covenant
Summary: Pogue doesn’t say anything, not at first, but later. Later he’s screaming and begging.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but these words I write.
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Fic Exchange

Sun, 17 Aug 2008 22:01:52 GMT

covenantslash is hosting a Fic Exchange. Please head over and check it out and sign up :D

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Help!

Thu, 14 Aug 2008 20:39:50 GMT

I've been looking for this fic everywhere and I just can't find it! I thought I'd saved it to my mems, but apparently not :P.

So I turn to you for help to hunt this fic down lol.

It's basically the boys growing up, little moments in their lives. The one scene I really remeber, 'cause I loved it so much and it had me laughing so hard, was the four boys playing 'house' in the back Tyler's Dad's car. Caleb was the 'father' (because it's Caleb, was their logic lol) and he and Pogue were playing cards? Tyler was 'cooking', and then Reid and Pogue got into an agurment, which led to an agurement between Pogue and Caleb. Something along the lines of 'Don't call our children stupid, Pogue' and Pogue retorting that Caleb was choosing sides.

The BEST part was Reid's sudden outbrust as he cried over Caleb and Pogue's 'divorce' (I'm going to grow up in a broken home or something lol) and then Tyler grabbing their attention because he managed to start a little fire in the car.

Is that enough? Tell me someone knows where this fic is!

Weaknes: Pogue

Wed, 13 Aug 2008 10:07:48 GMT

Title: Weakness: Pogue
Author: serenitysmalfoy
Pairing/characters: Pogue
Rating: PG
Fandom(s): The Covenant
Summary: Character Study. Weakness was something that wasn’t avoidable. Weakness was the thing that flooded the minds of every one, every thing and Pogue’s weakness? His brothers.
Warnings: Mentions of Child Abuse
Disclaimer: I own nothing but these words I write.
http://serenitysmalfoy.livejournal.com/7439.html

Wed, 13 Aug 2008 05:50:33 GMT

Title: Under a Different Moon
Author: SerenitysMalfoy
Pairing/Characters: Eventual Ron Weasley/Tyler Simms
Rating: PG-13 (may go higher)
Fandom(s): Covenant, Harry Potter
Summary: After the unimaginable happens, Ron runs away from the Wizarding world, all the way to America to a place where no one could ever find him. Ipswitch: Here comes Werewolf Ron Weasley. Spoilers for Cov. Movie, and all seven HP Books AU around Chapter Twenty Three, between pages 448 and 449 if you have the hard cover.
warnings: Slash, Angst
Disclaimer: I own nothing but these words I write
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FIC: It's So Easy -- Pogue/Reid -- NC17

Wed, 13 Aug 2008 03:54:15 GMT

Title: It's So Easy
Author: greasers
Pairing: Pogue / Reid
Rating: NC17
Summary: Reid finds Pogue half-under a car in the garage he works at, and he can't help but have a little fun with the older boy.
Note: I have been trying to write a Pogue/Reid ficlet for three days now, and this is the only thing that came out reasonably okay. This was my first time writing Pogue, and I'm not too happy with it. As usual, I'm unsure of how I was with Reid's character.
Warnings: Slash, graphic content -- it's a PWP! :D
Disclaimer: No harm, no foul.
Words: 1,682

( It's So Easy )

crossposted

Pogue/Tyler, NC-17

Tue, 12 Aug 2008 20:23:31 GMT

Pairing: Pogue Parry/Tyler Simms
Disclaimer: None of these lovely characters are mine.
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Takes place after the events of the film. Once Pogue has recovered and talked to Kate, he assumes that Tyler won’t be able to wait to start their relationship again.

Pogue grinned and began pressing kisses all around Tyler’s mouth, reaching down to start sliding his hand up underneath his thin t-shirt.

New FIC!

Mon, 11 Aug 2008 12:57:58 GMT

Title: Still Connected
Author: serenitysmalfoy
Requested By: collie_lover
Pairing/characters: Caleb/Chase
Rating: R Kink, blood, torture, implied rape
Fandom(s): The Covenant
Summary: The thing about the whip that got him was that it felt good.
Warnings: Kink, blood, torture, Chase/Caleb, Slash need I go on? ^_^
Disclaimer: I own nothing but these words I write.

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http://serenitysmalfoy.livejournal.com/6695.html