comment_fic 316-320: original, Supernatural, Trek, Biblical

[tigriswolf]

Title: sirens
Fandom: original
Rating: PGish
Prompt: Any, Any, It was music they could only hear when they kissed



They had told her it was all in her mind, the music, the song. They told her, from the day she was born, that it was crazy, wasn't real, wasn't there. They told her and told her, every day and every minute, and she believed it. For the longest time, she believed it.

But now she's here, standing on the shore, watching the ocean. Smelling the salt air, feeling the wind and the sand. Tasting the breeze and the water, hearing the roar. She's never experienced something like this, never ever, and the music is crescendoing in her mind.

A woman steps from the water, holding out a hand. "Come with me, child," she says, and the music, the music--it swells and breaks, like a wave. "Come with me."

She takes the hand, letting the woman pull her under, and the ocean consumes her in a kiss.

Title: a herd of pale horses
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: spoilers for season 5
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 115
Point of view: third
Prompt: Death & author's choice, death is a cold and lonely business; after all these millennia, sometimes the craving for human contact without fear is maddening

 

Sometimes Death walks down a street touching people. He doesn't kill any of them; he just soaks in their warmth, their scents, how weak and firm they feel at the same time. He listens to the cacophony of sound, gazes around at the mess Life leaves everywhere.

Brother, Life says, appearing mid-stride beside him. Have you found yet what you seek?

Death smiles at her. No matter how you try to tempt me, Sister, I shall still reap you at the end of all things.

Across the street, a woman goes into premature labor and shouts for God's aid.

Life nods to Death before answering the summons and the infant is delivered into the hands of God.

Title: cuteness is relative
Fandom: Star Trek reboot
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: none
Pairings: pre-Bones/Jim
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 160
Point of view: third
Prompt: Kirk/Bones, Kirk brings Bones a kitten

 

"What is that?" Bones asks as Jim cuddles... something. It looks like a fuzzy plant.

"It's a kitten!" Jim exclaims, lifting the thing higher so Bones can get a good look.

Bones backs up quickly. With Jim's luck, the thing is either venomous or carnivorous, but most likely both.

"Look how cute he is, Bones!" Jim says, tucking the thing back into his arms. "I think his name is Rex."

Closing his eyes and muttering a quick prayer for patience, Bones waits a moment before looking again. Jim is still holding the thing, and now it has tentacles. And… ears?

"Jim," he says. "We can't keep it."

Jim ignores him. Of course. And after the venomous, carnivorous, fuzzy plant tries to eat the captain, Bones will have to fix him.

Again.

"Goddamned Jim Kirk," he mutters and settles back to watch.

Maybe Jim will listen to him next time.

Yeah, and maybe Spock will start telling penguin jokes.

Title: Majestic though in ruin
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Milton
Warnings: spoilers for season 5
Pairings: Lucifer/Sam
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 185
Point of view: third
Prompt: Lucifer!Sam, a valiant effort and an inevitable failure
 

 

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Samuel, beloved, dearest of all, Lucifer murmurs, wrapped tight around him, warm wings and hot breath, mine and my own, Samuel, my house and my home, other half of my soul... accept your fate. Embrace me.

Sam tries not to listen. He really and truly does.

But he's trapped in a dark room with two angels and the other one won't speak. Michael stays in his corner and keeps his own counsel, and Sam's trying so hard not to listen.

There's nothing else to hear, and Lucifer's wings are so warm, and his arms so tight, and his words so gentle...

And he says, Be content in knowing you could never have won.

Sam lets his head rest beneath Lucifer's chin and closes his eyes. And he whispers, I'm so tired.

Lucifer smiles, and his lips are a soft caress on the crown of Sam's head, and Lucifer is so warm.

Sam knows he could never have won, and he's weary of fighting. Dean's not here, and Michael won't speak, and Lucifer…

Lucifer holds him close and promises to never leave, and Sam is listening.

Title: on the third day
Fandom: Bible
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: spoilers for the story of Jesus Christ
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 155
Point of view: third. ish.
Prompt: Any, Any, "Have you ever seen a picture of Jesus laughing. Wouldn't you think he'd have a beautiful smile." (Kate Bush)

 

the cup does not pass from him
he dies on the cross
he rests behind a stone
(he's screaming in Hell and the devil laughs)
he rises on the third day
and greets the sun
a brother to a brother
(welcome the bright star says welcome)
he tells the women and the men
some believe and some don't
as was meant to be
(always always my child your destiny)
the doubting one believes now
and blood is spilt
oceans and oceans of innocence and seas and seas of guilt
(in my name in my name in my name always in my name)
and he greets the sun
brothers and brothers and sisters and sisters
sons and daughters children of my father
(he knows all their histories and all their names)
and the story will end happily
when it ends
when the Son rises on the third day
(and they all hope to see his smile)

Comments

[secretsolitaire.livejournal.com]

The Star Trek one is adorable. :-)

[tigriswolf]

Thank you!

[ryhasso.livejournal.com]

Lovely drabbles. Especially those two from spn fandom.

[tigriswolf]

Thank you for reading!

[adafrog.livejournal.com]

Cute Star Trek one.

[tigriswolf]

Thanks!