feygan: (lucifer)
Title: The Dragon of Hogwarts
Author: Feygan
Fandom: Harry Potter/Highlander
Genre: genfic
Rating: teen
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Highlander the Series.

Summary: The Sorting Hat's song about the Fouders and the founding of Hogwarts has a very different meaning.


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feygan: (discord shrug)
Title: Dulled
Author: Feygan
Fandom: Highlander
Disclaimer: I do not own the ideas behind or characters from Highlander.
LiveJournal: http://feygan.livejournal.com
Home: http://www.darkgesture.com/fanfiction.htm
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an original character in the Highlander universe dealing with an unpleasant living situation. )
feygan: (discord shrug)
Title: Dulled
Author: Feygan
Fandom: Highlander
Disclaimer: I do not own the ideas behind or characters from Highlander.
LiveJournal: http://feygan.livejournal.com
Home: http://www.darkgesture.com/fanfiction.htm
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an original character in the Highlander universe dealing with an unpleasant living situation. )
feygan: (anime01)

This is the first story in a series of shorts.  Enjoy.

Title: Home
Author: Feygan
Fandoms: Dark City/Highlander
Rated: G
Disclaimer: I do not own either Dark City or Highlander.
Contact: feygan@gmail.com
LiveJournal: http://feygan.livejournal.com
Home: http://www.darkgesture.com/fanfiction.htm

Summary: Memories are beginning to stir )

feygan: (anime01)

This is the first story in a series of shorts.  Enjoy.

Title: Home
Author: Feygan
Fandoms: Dark City/Highlander
Rated: G
Disclaimer: I do not own either Dark City or Highlander.
Contact: feygan@gmail.com
LiveJournal: http://feygan.livejournal.com
Home: http://www.darkgesture.com/fanfiction.htm

Summary: Memories are beginning to stir )

feygan: (south-harper)
Title: Reign of Dragons
Author: Feygan
Fandom: Highlander/Reign of Fire
Pairing: none as yet
Disclaimer: I do not own Highlander or Reign of Fire.
Contact: feygan@gmail.com
LiveJournal: http://feygan.livejournal.com
Home: http://www.darkgesture.com/fanfiction.htm
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Summary: Methos in the Reign of Fire world. Dealing with dragons.
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Part 1 )
feygan: (south-harper)
Title: Reign of Dragons
Author: Feygan
Fandom: Highlander/Reign of Fire
Pairing: none as yet
Disclaimer: I do not own Highlander or Reign of Fire.
Contact: feygan@gmail.com
LiveJournal: http://feygan.livejournal.com
Home: http://www.darkgesture.com/fanfiction.htm
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Summary: Methos in the Reign of Fire world. Dealing with dragons.
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Part 1 )
feygan: (Default)
Title: Possibilities
Author: Feygan
Fandom: DC-verse/Resident Evil: Apocalypse
Disclaimer: I do not own the DC-verse, or Resident Evil.
LiveJournal: http://feygan.livejournal.com
Home: http://www.darkgesture.com/fanfiction.htm
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Summary: This is just a little shorty-short. Not even a real story. Just a moment in time sparked off by the [livejournal.com profile] timfinity challenge.
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They were coming closer.

He had been running for what felt like hours with no escape in sight. No matter how far or fast he ran, they always showed up, more and more of them. The walking dead.

At first everyone had thought that people had just gone crazy. But when someone was shot point-blank in the chest, then got back up again... well it was obvious that there was something a little more serious going on. And he was young enough to be able to simplify things to a one word explanation: zombies.

Running down the street, he cursed when he found the way blocked by dozens of zombies. With no other choice, he took his life in his hands and ducked around a sharp corner only to find himself in a darkened alley with no pass through. The sight of the brick wall made his stomach want to drop below his knees.

Spinning around to try to make his way back out again, he moaned when he saw all the zombies coming in after him. There was no fire escape. There was only smooth brick walls surrounding him. He was going to die.

For a fleeting moment, he was tempted to just give up. To just stand there and let himself be killed. But it was only a moment, and he wasn't that kind of boy.

"All right, this isn't going to happen, not like this," he gritted out.

Looking around frantically, he spotted a steel pipe leaning against one wall. He grabbed it up, testing the weight.

After a few experimental swings of the five foot pipe, he was assured that it wasn't too heavy, but that it had enough weight it could do some damage.

"This'll work," he said, spinning the pipe in his hands. He was suddenly glad that his cousin Raina had forced him to practice her baton spinning with her last summer. He had bitched and moaned at the time and had made her promise never to tell anyone about it, but now he was definitely thankful for the skill.

When one of the slow moving zombies finally shambled up close enough, he tightened his jaw and swung the makeshift staff. He "whuffed" a little at the almost unexpected impact, but there was something oddly right about it. He had never been much of a fighter, but he suddenly realized that he could be.

As the end of the pipe impacted just under the man's chin, there was a sharp "crack!" as the head snapped back and the zombie's neck was broken. The creature fell, and didn't get back up. It didn't even twitch.

Tim felt adrenaline surge through him, the flight instinct turning to fight. And it was good.

Facing down the rest of the zombies, he felt a feral grin stretching his lips. "Oh yeah, this definitely works."

=THE END=
feygan: (Default)
Title: Possibilities
Author: Feygan
Fandom: DC-verse/Resident Evil: Apocalypse
Disclaimer: I do not own the DC-verse, or Resident Evil.
LiveJournal: http://feygan.livejournal.com
Home: http://www.darkgesture.com/fanfiction.htm
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Summary: This is just a little shorty-short. Not even a real story. Just a moment in time sparked off by the [livejournal.com profile] timfinity challenge.
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They were coming closer.

He had been running for what felt like hours with no escape in sight. No matter how far or fast he ran, they always showed up, more and more of them. The walking dead.

At first everyone had thought that people had just gone crazy. But when someone was shot point-blank in the chest, then got back up again... well it was obvious that there was something a little more serious going on. And he was young enough to be able to simplify things to a one word explanation: zombies.

Running down the street, he cursed when he found the way blocked by dozens of zombies. With no other choice, he took his life in his hands and ducked around a sharp corner only to find himself in a darkened alley with no pass through. The sight of the brick wall made his stomach want to drop below his knees.

Spinning around to try to make his way back out again, he moaned when he saw all the zombies coming in after him. There was no fire escape. There was only smooth brick walls surrounding him. He was going to die.

For a fleeting moment, he was tempted to just give up. To just stand there and let himself be killed. But it was only a moment, and he wasn't that kind of boy.

"All right, this isn't going to happen, not like this," he gritted out.

Looking around frantically, he spotted a steel pipe leaning against one wall. He grabbed it up, testing the weight.

After a few experimental swings of the five foot pipe, he was assured that it wasn't too heavy, but that it had enough weight it could do some damage.

"This'll work," he said, spinning the pipe in his hands. He was suddenly glad that his cousin Raina had forced him to practice her baton spinning with her last summer. He had bitched and moaned at the time and had made her promise never to tell anyone about it, but now he was definitely thankful for the skill.

When one of the slow moving zombies finally shambled up close enough, he tightened his jaw and swung the makeshift staff. He "whuffed" a little at the almost unexpected impact, but there was something oddly right about it. He had never been much of a fighter, but he suddenly realized that he could be.

As the end of the pipe impacted just under the man's chin, there was a sharp "crack!" as the head snapped back and the zombie's neck was broken. The creature fell, and didn't get back up. It didn't even twitch.

Tim felt adrenaline surge through him, the flight instinct turning to fight. And it was good.

Facing down the rest of the zombies, he felt a feral grin stretching his lips. "Oh yeah, this definitely works."

=THE END=
feygan: (Default)
Title: For Eternity
Author: Feygan
Fandom: Highlander/Resident Evil
Pairing: none
Warning: ambiguous character death(?)
Disclaimer: I do not own Highlander, or Resident Evil.
LiveJournal: http://feygan.livejournal.com
Home: http://www.darkgesture.com/fanfiction.htm
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"Stupid scientists, always screwing around with things they can't control," he muttered, his arm aching from the swing-swing-swing of lopping off heads and his shoulder still stinging from the dog bite. That bastard had taken a big chunk of flesh and bone out of him and it was still healing, but at least he had used his last bullet to punch a hole through its skull into its brain. It wasn't getting back up again, and the vindictive glee of taking it out was still with him. He had never been much of a dog person, and now it looked as though he was never going to be one.

He'd been running for three days now, ducking and hiding when he could, fighting when he had no other choice. All he wanted was to get out of the city, but the blockade and armed guards allowed no escape. The only thing he could do was stay alive and hope that when the quarantine lifted he would be in one piece.

"A-arrrarrhahgah!"

Methos cursed under his breath, then forced himself to concentrate on the seemingly hundreds of shambling dead people heading toward him, their teeth gnashing hungrily. They didn't care that he was Immortal and that he wouldn't die unless they ripped his head off. All they knew was the need to feed, and he was walking meat for them to gnaw on.

He really didn't want to be torn to bits. It didn't seem like much fun.

"All right, you fuckers," he said, bringing his Ivanhoe to the ready position, waiting for the first to come in close enough. He knew that this was no time for anything fancy because even though he could be exhausted, they could not. Long after he collapsed, they would still keep coming.

Sweat and blood stained, hungry and thirsty and wanting nothing more than to lay down and sleep, he was determined to survive. Five thousand years of life was not going to be ended here on this dirty nighttime street with just the moon for a witness and no other Immortal to accept his Quickening. And if he did die, he wasn't going to go down easy.

Reaching down deep into the depths of his psyche, he drew out the Beast he had locked away thousands of years ago when he had given up his angry adolescence. Sudden fire burned in his eyes and his lips drew back from his teeth in a feral snarl.

Death waited as the circle of walking dead closed around him. A long forgotten bloodlust surged in his veins and the last shreds of his modern self fell away, leaving the predator exposed. He had been a psychopath and a berserker long before there were words to describe the things that he did. And now he was out to play.

"Come on then," he growled.

And they came, wave upon wave. And Death laughed at the freedom of it all.
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=THE END=
feygan: (Default)
Title: For Eternity
Author: Feygan
Fandom: Highlander/Resident Evil
Pairing: none
Warning: ambiguous character death(?)
Disclaimer: I do not own Highlander, or Resident Evil.
LiveJournal: http://feygan.livejournal.com
Home: http://www.darkgesture.com/fanfiction.htm
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"Stupid scientists, always screwing around with things they can't control," he muttered, his arm aching from the swing-swing-swing of lopping off heads and his shoulder still stinging from the dog bite. That bastard had taken a big chunk of flesh and bone out of him and it was still healing, but at least he had used his last bullet to punch a hole through its skull into its brain. It wasn't getting back up again, and the vindictive glee of taking it out was still with him. He had never been much of a dog person, and now it looked as though he was never going to be one.

He'd been running for three days now, ducking and hiding when he could, fighting when he had no other choice. All he wanted was to get out of the city, but the blockade and armed guards allowed no escape. The only thing he could do was stay alive and hope that when the quarantine lifted he would be in one piece.

"A-arrrarrhahgah!"

Methos cursed under his breath, then forced himself to concentrate on the seemingly hundreds of shambling dead people heading toward him, their teeth gnashing hungrily. They didn't care that he was Immortal and that he wouldn't die unless they ripped his head off. All they knew was the need to feed, and he was walking meat for them to gnaw on.

He really didn't want to be torn to bits. It didn't seem like much fun.

"All right, you fuckers," he said, bringing his Ivanhoe to the ready position, waiting for the first to come in close enough. He knew that this was no time for anything fancy because even though he could be exhausted, they could not. Long after he collapsed, they would still keep coming.

Sweat and blood stained, hungry and thirsty and wanting nothing more than to lay down and sleep, he was determined to survive. Five thousand years of life was not going to be ended here on this dirty nighttime street with just the moon for a witness and no other Immortal to accept his Quickening. And if he did die, he wasn't going to go down easy.

Reaching down deep into the depths of his psyche, he drew out the Beast he had locked away thousands of years ago when he had given up his angry adolescence. Sudden fire burned in his eyes and his lips drew back from his teeth in a feral snarl.

Death waited as the circle of walking dead closed around him. A long forgotten bloodlust surged in his veins and the last shreds of his modern self fell away, leaving the predator exposed. He had been a psychopath and a berserker long before there were words to describe the things that he did. And now he was out to play.

"Come on then," he growled.

And they came, wave upon wave. And Death laughed at the freedom of it all.
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=THE END=
feygan: (wicked)
Author: Feygan
Completion Date: WIP
Fandom: Highlander
Pairings: Methos/Ban
Warnings: violence, language, mpreg
Disclaimer: All characters are borrowed for entertainment use only. No ownership claimed by me.
Home: http://www.darkgesture.com/fanfiction.htm
Summary: Someone from out of Methos' past makes a surprise reappearance and brings some startling news.

The first part of Immortal X...

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feygan: (wicked)
Author: Feygan
Completion Date: WIP
Fandom: Highlander
Pairings: Methos/Ban
Warnings: violence, language, mpreg
Disclaimer: All characters are borrowed for entertainment use only. No ownership claimed by me.
Home: http://www.darkgesture.com/fanfiction.htm
Summary: Someone from out of Methos' past makes a surprise reappearance and brings some startling news.

The first part of Immortal X...

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feygan: (wicked)
Part two of Immortal X


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