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tigriswolf) wrote2011-08-12 05:42 pm
- actor: jared padalecki,
- actor: jeffrey dean morgan,
- actor: jensen ackles,
- actor: tom hardy,
- book fic,
- fanfic: glee,
- fanfic: inception,
- fanfic: mythology,
- fanfic: supernatural,
- fic,
- het,
- movie fic,
- point of view: arthur,
- point of view: castiel,
- point of view: finn hudson,
- point of view: noah puckerman,
- point of view: third person,
- rated pg,
- rated pg-thirteen,
- series: comment_fic,
- slash,
- title: n,
- title: s,
- title: t,
- tv fic,
- type: oneshot,
- type: past tense,
- type: present tense,
- wordcount: drabble,
- wordcount: drabble plus
comment_fic 591-595: Glee, Greek myth, SN, Inception
Title: The world is made of days
Fandom: Glee
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Denise Levertov
Warnings: AUish
Pairings: Puck/Kurt
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 150
Point of view: third
Prompt: Glee, any, "You didn't know it, but that first day you talked to me and asked to hang out: that was the day I was going to commit suicide."
"Hey, Hummel," Puck calls over his shoulder as the glee guys walk out. "You comin' or what, dude?"
The gleek looks up, eyes wide. "What?" he says, looking at Aretha then back to Puck. "I'm invited?"
"You do have a dick, right?" Puck asks, raising an eyebrow. Hummel nods, blushing. "Then you're a guy. So c'mon!"
Hummel stands, smoothing down his clothes, grabs his bag, and hurries to Puck's side.
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(In three years, Kurt will turn over in bed to face Noah, reach out to caress his cheek, and confess that he had planned to kill himself more than once, but the day he'd finally worked up the nerve, Puck invited him over for pizza and bad movies with the glee guys.
Noah will swallow, pull Kurt in and hold him tight, and whisper, dude, I almost didn't, and he won't let Kurt go for the rest of the night.)
Title: starlings and nightingales
Fandom: Greek myth
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: spoilers for Greek mythology
Pairings: mentions of Achilles/Iphigenia, Agamemnon/Clytemnestra
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 235
Point of view: third
Prompt: Greek myth, Achilles/Iphigenia, I could have saved you if you had let me
She never tells anyone, but the Great War, the Ten Years War, the Terrible Defeat of Troy - it all would have gone differently, had she married Achilles.
The greatest hero of their age - of any age - would have survived the war, had she been his bride.
Her family would not have been cursed, had she wed Styx's child. Her father would have been hailed a hero by her mother; her sisters and brother would have celebrated with her, all the victories of her husband, the mighty Achilles.
But her father raised the knife, and the Huntress whisked her away, and now she is a goddess in her own right, preparing others as sacrifices, and soon she will be known by a different name – she will no longer be Iphigenia, daughter of Agamemnon and Clytemnestra; she will be Hecate, avenger of women.
And when she meets the shade of Achilles, when she stands before him wrapped in starlight and the night sky, when he bows before her and holds out a hand… she will not say, I could have saved you, mighty warrior, had the gods let me.
She knows things, courtesy her new Sight. She knows how the war could have gone, perhaps even how it should have gone.
Hecate does not take Achilles' hand. She bestows upon her might-have-been husband a gentle smile and leaves the Underworld, not pausing even for her once-family's cries.
Title: the sound of voice saying I told you so
Fandom: Glee
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Richard Siken
Warnings: future!fic; implied child molestation
Pairings: Kurt/Puck, Puck/OFCs, Puck/OMCs, Kurt/Blaine
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 535
Point of view: third
Prompt: Any, any, my best friend's brother is the one for me
Finn and Puck (still Noah then) met in first grade, proceeded to bond over not having fathers, and were inseparable after that. They argued about superheroes and cartoons and whether wildebeest or moose were cooler, but nothing really ever came between them, until sophomore year and Quinn and Beth.
It wasn't until senior year that they were tight like they used to be, when Puck spent the night and crawled into Finn's bed and finally told him just why his dad left all those years before.
Finn didn't kick him out or freak, just pulled Puck into his arms and let him cry.
And then, when Puck didn't think he had any tears left, he murmured a confession about why he had bullied Kurt so much. He expected Finn to shove him away in disgust and big-brother fury, but Finn just chuckled and said, "Dude, I figured that out ages ago."
After that night, they were inseparable again.
0o0
Kurt left Lima, of course. He was too big for a small town, meant for bright lights and city nights. Rachel went with him, both bound for New York. Blaine joined them a month later, but Finn stayed in Lima, with Mom and Burt, and Puck asked if he could pick up some shifts at the garage, and he turned out to be almost as good as Kurt when it came to taking engines apart and putting them back together better.
Puck dated women for a couple years, and then he brought a college kid by, a boy in town for a few nights. The kid's name was Greg, and he was a communications major, and he laughed at Puck's jokes and blushed at Puck's smiles, and Finn hadn't seen Puck that happy in a long time.
They tried the long-distance thing for a while, until Puck quit emailing Greg back. Finn asked why, but Puck just shrugged.
Three months later, it was a Breadstix waiter named Tom. Early the next year, it was a guy from 'fight club,' a dude who called himself Alpha. He didn't last long, and Finn didn't like him.
At the start of the summer, when Kurt came home for a break from his career and Blaine, Puck asked people to call him Noah again.
0o0
Finn had known Noah for a long time. He could tell when Noah was crushing. And Noah had already admitted he'd crushed on Kurt all through freshman year.
So when Kurt came home, Noah spent all his not working at Finn's apartment, just hanging around and waiting for Kurt to notice him. It was kinda pathetic, really. Kurt clearly had no idea what was going on, and Finn wasn't about to tell him.
Early in August, just before Kurt went back to New York (but not Blaine), he kicked Finn out of the kitchen while he talked to Noah.
Long-distance worked this time.
0o0
Later, much later, after the wedding and two adopted kids and half a dozen awards and Noah working his way up a New York garage to running the whole enterprise, Finn would just smirk and say he knew the whole time.
Kurt would smile up at Noah through his lashes, and Noah would laugh, pulling him in for a kiss.
Title: the hurricane and the butterfly
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: AU for season 6
Pairings: Dean/Castiel
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 560
Point of view: third
Prompt: Supernatural, Cas/Sam and/or Dean, figuring out how to tell him/them that their baby, as a nephilim, is on Heaven's hit list
Castiel looks at her perfect, tiny fingers and her perfect, tiny wings, and then he meets Dean's eyes as he says, "Heaven will hunt her."
Dean's smile is bitter and sad, but his voice is even when he replies, "And that's a shock, how?"
Sam reaches out for his niece; Castiel does not want to let her go, but he carefully places her in Sam's grip, and Sam's large hands are capable around her fragile body. She sleeps, her perfect, tiny eyelids closed, and her perfect, tiny chest rising and falling. Her wings flutter; Sam's eyes follow the motion, but Dean's do not.
So much of Sam is different; Dean, too, but not in the same way.
"Heaven will hunt her," Sam whispers, one finger tracing her cheek, his whole hand spanning her back.
Castiel nods, fingers clenching from the strength of his want to hold her again, cradle her against his body, wrap himself around her, wings enclosing them both. Dean, too - pull him in, grip him tight, and rise and rise until nothing and no one can hurt them, can touch them, until they are far away and safe.
Safety does not exist, not for those such as them. And their daughter. She is new, she is different- she is the first. Change will follow where she steps, where she flies.
Her wings are so tiny. She is the butterfly who will herald a hurricane, like that proverb Dean told him once.
"My brothers and sisters will destroy her," Castiel murmurs, his so very human heart breaking again.
"Then we'll kill 'em all," Dean says, and he pulls Castiel close, kissing him gently, then fervently.
"Nothing and no one will hurt her," Sam says, and the world stills for just a moment. Sam meets Dean's eyes, then Castiel's, and then he looks back down at his niece. "Nothing and no one will hurt any of you."
She is the butterfly. Sam is the hurricane. Castiel knows that everything is different now, and Sam kisses her forehead while thunder reverberates in Heaven. The winds of change are rising.
Dean reaches for his daughter. Sam hands her over, Dean places her in Castiel's grip, and pulls Castiel back against his chest as he holds them both in his arms.
Heaven will hunt her, but they have fought Heaven before. "Beloved," Castiel whispers, staring down at his daughter. "We will give to you the world."
Dean rests his chin on Castiel's shoulder, turning his face to kiss Castiel's neck. "We'll kill 'em all," Dean promises. "Again and again, until the message sticks."
Sam's gaze is heavy on Castiel, but Castiel does not look up. Castiel no longer fears the hurricane, not while the butterfly sleeps in his arms.
Finally, Sam announces, "We need to move." Dean quickly throws together their bags, Sam cleanses their presence from the building, and the Impala roars to life beneath Dean's hands.
The sun rises as they drive. Castiel hums a lullaby, watching his daughter sleep, and her perfect, tiny wings flutter.
(In Heaven, lightning flashes. In Hell, wind shrieks. On Earth, a man sings along to Metallica, an angel listens to his daughter breathe, and a hurricane in man's skin waits for the first blow to fall.
He'll strike back so viciously a thousand angels will die.
Thunder rumbles across the world. )
Title: none see God and live
Fandom: Inception
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Dickinson
Warnings: AUish; dark
Pairings: pre- Arthur/Eames
Rating: PG13
Wordcount: 535
Point of view: third
Prompt: Inception, Arthur (/Eames), sometimes he can't control the happy little jump of his heart when he kills a projection
Arthur as a child was nothing like what his peers would expect. Arthur as a child was angry, bitter, and dangerous, to everyone and everything around him.
Arthur as a child liked dogs. And cats. People, he couldn't stand. Other children shied away from him because they could tell. Adults ignored him when they could, and punished him when they couldn't.
Arthur was disorganized, never hid what he thought, and attacked even when he had no escape plan. It wasn't until the army - which he'd been forced to join, either that or prison - that he learned self-control. Even now, that is tenuous.
(There are days, here and there, where no one can say where he was. The corpses know, but they'll never be found.)
Dreamshare is the best thing to ever happen to Arthur. He can kill and kill and kill again with no consequences. Projections bleed, and they cry, and they suffer, and they die – with no consequences. No one cares about projections. No one notices when they break. He's killed a thousand people in dreams.
Arthur as a child couldn't have imagined anything better. Arthur as a man knows that nothing equals killing in reality, but in the dream is good, too. Killing in the dream keeps him sated for awhile – until those days nobody can track. (Those days with no body anyone will ever find.)
After he follows Dom out of the legit dreamshare community and into the realm of rogues, life gets more exciting. Arthur can kill for reasons other people see, other people understand, other people accept. Some of the fun is lost, but mostly, Arthur doesn't care because he can kill.
Arthur as a child was dangerous. Arthur as a child was a monster in the making, and if he hadn't been sent to the army… well. He can't say he would have killed more people. Probably less, actually. The army sharpened his edges, taught him such tricks. Made him even more dangerous.
Dom doesn't know. Doesn't want to know. Mal, though. Mal used to smile at him. Her projection wore the same smile, every time she killed him.
Eames has been giving him looks, lately. Inquisitive. Studying him, in dreams and awake. Since the Fischer job, actually. Without Dom to follow, Arthur's been making (more of) a name for himself, as the go-to point man. He's thought about opening that up to killer-for-hire, but that might reveal too many of his tricks. Plus, he still gets to kill, even as a point man. No job goes flawlessly and shooting his way out of a situation is such a rush.
(Arthur's favorite dream, the one he goes to when he dreams alone, is a small town. There are five hundred people there. He has ten minutes to kill as many as possible.
His record, so far, is 335.)
Arthur as a child had little hope in seeing twenty-five. Arthur as a man is thirty-two and planning to see many more years.
Arthur as a man vanishes the day his latest job as Eames' point man is done, but leaves a trail Eames alone can follow.
Eames might be the perfect partner, or the perfect victim. It all depends on his reaction to what he finds at the end of the trail.
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Loved the futurefic Noah fic as well!
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Do you have something in mind for what Same actually is in that fic?
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Thank you for reading!
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