To celebrate the New Year, I figure I'll ask for prompts. Y'all suggest a scene you'd like to see from any of my 'verses and I'll ponder on writing it.
“Uncle Erik!” Neal says, stopping in his tracks. Peter raises a brow and follows Neal’s gaze across the street, to an older man in a fairly nice suit and dark trenchcoat.
“Neal,” ‘Uncle Erik’ replies, inclining his head; he crosses the street without looking, and no one honks, no one yells, no one almost hits him. It’s amazing.
It’s suspicious.
“What are you doing here?” Neal asks, smiling up at Uncle Erik.
Uncle Erik gives Peter an assessing stare. “I have business in Manhattan,” he says, focusing back on Neal. “Are you staying out of trouble?”
Neal grins at him. “Yup,” he lies, flashing his most innocent smile.
Uncle Erik laughs. He has an interesting accent: a mix of Polish, German, and British. He’s taller than Peter, and though he’s old, he’s clearly still strong and in control. He’s got a commanding presence; Peter would hate to have to go up against him for charge of a scene or team.
“After I conclude my business,” Uncle Erik says, “we’ll have dinner.”
“Sure.” Neal’s bouncing in place, and he looks young.
“Agent Burke,” Uncle Erik says, looking back at Peter. “It was good to meet you. I know that Neal is quite the handful.”
Peter smiles. “He’s been an asset.”
There’s something about this ‘Uncle Erik.’ Peter knows he’s seen the man before. But where?
“Be good, Neal,” Uncle Erik says. He nods to Peter and crosses the street again. And again – no one honks, yells, slams on their brakes, even though the man doesn’t look. And the way he says ‘Neal’… well, Peter had already known that wasn’t his real name.
Uncle Erik says ‘Neal’ like it’s an inside joke.
Uncle Erik is a con, too.
Peter almost wrenches something, spinning around to see which way Erik went. He’s nowhere to be seen.
I would love to see more of Loki as Methos' apprentice. Because that idea just sends shivers down my spine.
Alternatively, I'd love to see more of Kurt as Loki's son 'verse. Does he ever join Loki in ending the world or does he stay more neutral? If neutral, I'd love to see how he tries to achieve balance.
There are four more drabbles in the Van&Ash 'verse. They'll be posted sometime soon.
As to the Glee/Thor 'verse, hmm. I actually don't know the answers to those questions, but I can give you a smidge of Sue's pov:
Sue Sylvester had known from the first moment she ever laid eyes on Porcelain that he was a truly dangerous child. The fact that McKinley is still standing and none of the bullying vermin have been turned into exploding pustules of blood is a testament of Kurt’s iron control.
So when, after a week’s absence, Porcelain pops into her office, his boytoy trailing after him, and tells her, “You were right about Nick Fury’s commanding presence. He’s absolutely stunning,” it’s not really a surprise.
“SHIELD finally got ahold of you, Porcelain?” she asks, giving him and the boytoy a thorough look-over. Porcelain looks the same as ever, except his smile is slightly sharper.
About damn time he decided to quit hiding. McKinley’s in for quite the shock.
You're welcome! I have an itty bit of Schue's pov, too, but that one stalled. There are actually two other parts in the works, too. Maybe I should rewatch Thor.
“We’re leaving,” the child says through the phone. “He’s… I don’t think he’s really forgiven me yet.”
“Of course he hasn’t forgiven you yet,” Ben tells him, adding a pinch of salt to his tomato sauce. He examines it for a moment and throws in some more. “You killed him, boyo. It’ll be centuries before he lets that go.”
If he ever does. Cassandra’s still pissed. Ben really should kill her for good one of these days.
“But I love him,” the child says.
Ben scoffs. “Love’s one shade away from hate.” He stirs the sauce, tastes it, and says, “Bring him by. I should meet your soulmate, don’t you think?”
“Yes,” the child breathes. “Our names… we’re Blake and Connor. I wanted something similar, for his first change.”
Ben chuckles, taking the sauce off the burner. “You’re treating him with kid gloves, Blake. He’ll never learn if you stay in the shallows. He’s been one of us for a decade. Do you remember your first decade in?”
Blake shudders. Ben can practically hear it through the phone. “His first years won’t be anything like mine,” the boy promises.
Of that, Ben is sure. Blake has always been careful with the things he loves.
“Bring your boy by, Bairam,” Methos commands.
“I will, old man,” Bairam says, and then, “Enjoy your dinner. I need to get back to Connor.”
Ben ends the call, slips the phone into his pocket, and carries the pot of noodles over to sink to drain.
I do *grins* It might not be everything I've said, but whatever, it reads like kind of a 'bridge' to the meeting... and now I want that food *is hungry as usual* XD Blaine sure likes B-names XD Useful, it seems. ::)
Maybe Arthur's or Eames's or an outsider's perspective on Chuck and/or Bryce? Or, if it's not too weird :p somehow Bryce begins manifesting himself as a separate entity inside of dreams, not just as Chuck's forge, and he and Chuck interact.
(A happier ending than expected. Hope you don't mind.)
The first time Bryce flirted with him, Chuck flirted back. They were in the middle of training; he figured it was just his subconscious.
The second time, Chuck was dreaming alone, and it went further than flirting.
The third time, he realized something might be wrong. None of the rest of his projections had ever pulled a gun out of nowhere and shot the militarized projections barreling down the alley. Chuck gaped at him; Bryce shouldn’t even be there – they were in Fuller’s mind, not Chuck’s.
“Shit,” Arthur hissed, grabbing Chuck’s shoulder. “Not another shade.”
.
“Tell us about him,” Eames said, slouching in his chair. He looked compassionate and ready to listen; Chuck knew he was a stone-cold killer. The only person more dangerous was Arthur. Arthur stood behind Eames, arms crossed. He wasn’t even trying to act kind.
It actually reassured Chuck. He always knew he was odd. Now, he was crazy, too.
“I made him up,” Chuck said. “His name’s Bryce Larkin. He used to be my imaginary friend. Then he became a character – he’s like a mix of James Bond and Jim Kirk. He’s… perfect. Everything I used to want to be.”
“I’ve seen him before,” Arthur said. “He’s the only forge you ever do.”
Chuck nodded. “He was my best friend, and now he’s a mask. I have no idea what happened.”
“Will this be a problem?” Natalia, the extractor, asked.
Eames studied Chuck’s expression. Chuck tried to convey how sorry he was that his neuroses had saved their lives. Well, dream-lives. The job? Whatever. Bryce had saved their asses.
“No,” Eames said. “Bartowski will just go under and talk to the chap.”
.
“Hey, Chuck,” Bryce said. “It’s good to see you again.”
“Uh huh,” Chuck said. “What’s going on?”
Bryce grinned at him. “I just missed you, Chuck. Needed to get your attention somehow.”
“Right,” Chuck said. “You know, that wasn’t even my dream, right? How’d you get in?”
Shrugging, Bryce stepped closer. He was dressed in a sharp suit, with a blue tie that made his eyes so gorgeous… damn, but Chuck wished he was real. “I can go anywhere you go,” Bryce murmured, reaching out to trail his fingers on Chuck’s sleeve. “I miss you, Chuck. Don’t you remember how much fun we had as kids?”
“We weren’t kids together,” Chuck whispered, caught somewhere between heartbroken and horrified. He’d have loved to be a kid with Bryce. Bryce… was perfect. That’s how Chuck made him.
Bryce looked up at him, and the pain in his eyes – it hurt Chuck, because he knew he’d put it there.
Except Bryce wasn’t real. He was part of Chuck’s head, and something was wrong.
Chuck had to wake up and take a long vacation, because he was clearly losing his mind.
So he pulled out a gun and put it to his head, and Bryce said, “No, Chuck,” disarming him easily. “I missed you,” Bryce said, grabbing Chuck’s wrists. “I won’t miss you again.”
“Bryce, Bryce, stop,” Chuck said, trying to fight, but every move he made, Bryce countered. Everything he tried, Bryce knew beforehand and finally, he was on his back, hands and feet bound, and Bryce just kept on smiling that gentle, beautiful smile.
“I’m yours,” Bryce said, patting his cheek. “You’re mine.”
Shit.
.
Finally, the kick came and Chuck shuddered awake.
“Well?” Natalia asked.
Chuck couldn’t stop trembling. Arthur gave Eames some significant look and Eames nodded.
“Take a vacation,” Arthur ordered. “And don’t use the PASIV.”
That would not be a problem at all.
.
Safe in his bed at Ellie’s, after an awesome meal cooked by Devon and a Project Runway marathon with Ellie, Chuck dreamed a natural dream of him and Bryce being spies on the run together.
Yay yay yay :D Being able to use LJ for more than just raising my blood pressure has been hit or miss lately, so I didn't get to read this the second I knew about it, but now that I have I am happy dancing in my seat :) *loves* *no seriously, loves* I don't mind at all that the ending is less angsty than you'd anticipated. In fact, I love the idea that Bryce in dream form is like Bryce in living form: deadly-but-he-probably-won't-get-Chuck-killed-and-he's-crafty-so-let's-just-let-him-be :p I love that Arthur and Eames trust Chuck enough to let him work the situation out (or not) on his own. Brilliant, all the way around. Thank you, dear!
I kinda hope (read: would give my firstborn for) to see Tony in your Glee/Thor 'verse realizing exactly what Kurt can really do and how deeply Blaine is involved...and then realizing that there's nothing he and SHIELD can do about it.
Cause that's pretty much my favorite Glee series ever :). You're amazing.
So... papawolf!Tony realizing that mamabear!Loki and Kurt have their claws in Blaine, and nothing can ever be done about it because Blaine is totally in love with Kurt.
When he first met Kurt Hummel, all Tony knew about the kid was that his father was a mechanic, he sang pretty damn high for a boy, and Blaine was head-over-heels about him.
Well, and that he conducted himself well as a hostage. Not a lot to go on.
Then Loki attacked headquarters for whatever insane reason that week, saw the kid in SHIELD’s custody, and proceeded to flip the fuck out. Tony had never seen Loki act like that before.
And Tony may not be the world’s best father (apparently, that’s Burt Hummel), but he can recognize another panicking parent, and holy fuck, right?
Holy fuck. Loki’s got a kid, and that kid is dating Tony’s kid, and there is not one goddamned thing Tony can do about it.
.
Tony does believe Kurt when he says he fell in love with Blaine before realizing whose son he was. The thing is, that’s not the case anymore.
Tony may not be the superest of superheroes, but he is on the Avengers. And Kurt is Loki’s son. Loki’s a supervillain.
No, it’s worse than that: Loki is an insane, shapshifting, supervillain god. A god, okay? And not the friendly kind, like Thor. Loki’s the kind who turns intestines to sludge and makes it rain, like, shit. He makes shit fall from the sky. That’s the kind of god he is.
And his son is dating Blaine.
And, still, not a thing Tony can do about it.
.
And despite his parentage (a god and a mechanic, in case you forgot), Tony does like the kid. He’s funny, he’s smart, he’s not afraid of Nick Fury. Anyone who can annoy Nick Fury by not being impressed by him? Is pretty cool.
And if Kurt was exactly the same, minus being Loki’s son? Tony would be thrilled about him dating Blaine.
But he is Loki’s son. And Tony knows the exact odds of Kurt following in Loki’s footsteps.
And Tony is terrified that his son will follow Kurt, and one day, SHIELD might arrest Blaine for something Kurt made him do… or Blaine might even end up dead, because of some trick, some plot of Loki’s.
And there’s not a single thing Tony can do about it.
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Date: 2012-01-01 09:38 am (UTC)Neal&Peter + Erik Lensherr - let the battle again
Date: 2012-01-13 07:57 pm (UTC)“Uncle Erik!” Neal says, stopping in his tracks. Peter raises a brow and follows Neal’s gaze across the street, to an older man in a fairly nice suit and dark trenchcoat.
“Neal,” ‘Uncle Erik’ replies, inclining his head; he crosses the street without looking, and no one honks, no one yells, no one almost hits him. It’s amazing.
It’s suspicious.
“What are you doing here?” Neal asks, smiling up at Uncle Erik.
Uncle Erik gives Peter an assessing stare. “I have business in Manhattan,” he says, focusing back on Neal. “Are you staying out of trouble?”
Neal grins at him. “Yup,” he lies, flashing his most innocent smile.
Uncle Erik laughs. He has an interesting accent: a mix of Polish, German, and British. He’s taller than Peter, and though he’s old, he’s clearly still strong and in control. He’s got a commanding presence; Peter would hate to have to go up against him for charge of a scene or team.
“After I conclude my business,” Uncle Erik says, “we’ll have dinner.”
“Sure.” Neal’s bouncing in place, and he looks young.
“Agent Burke,” Uncle Erik says, looking back at Peter. “It was good to meet you. I know that Neal is quite the handful.”
Peter smiles. “He’s been an asset.”
There’s something about this ‘Uncle Erik.’ Peter knows he’s seen the man before. But where?
“Be good, Neal,” Uncle Erik says. He nods to Peter and crosses the street again. And again – no one honks, yells, slams on their brakes, even though the man doesn’t look. And the way he says ‘Neal’… well, Peter had already known that wasn’t his real name.
Uncle Erik says ‘Neal’ like it’s an inside joke.
Uncle Erik is a con, too.
Peter almost wrenches something, spinning around to see which way Erik went. He’s nowhere to be seen.
Neal is smiling.
Re: Neal&Peter + Erik Lensherr - let the battle again
Date: 2012-01-14 05:23 pm (UTC)My favorite bit is "Uncle Erik says ‘Neal’ like it’s an inside joke."
Re: Neal&Peter + Erik Lensherr - let the battle again
Date: 2012-01-14 06:02 pm (UTC)I'm so glad you like it!
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Date: 2012-01-01 03:25 am (UTC)Alternatively, I'd love to see more of Kurt as Loki's son 'verse. Does he ever join Loki in ending the world or does he stay more neutral? If neutral, I'd love to see how he tries to achieve balance.
Happy New Year!
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Date: 2012-01-01 04:17 am (UTC)As to the Glee/Thor 'verse, hmm. I actually don't know the answers to those questions, but I can give you a smidge of Sue's pov:
Sue Sylvester had known from the first moment she ever laid eyes on Porcelain that he was a truly dangerous child. The fact that McKinley is still standing and none of the bullying vermin have been turned into exploding pustules of blood is a testament of Kurt’s iron control.
So when, after a week’s absence, Porcelain pops into her office, his boytoy trailing after him, and tells her, “You were right about Nick Fury’s commanding presence. He’s absolutely stunning,” it’s not really a surprise.
“SHIELD finally got ahold of you, Porcelain?” she asks, giving him and the boytoy a thorough look-over. Porcelain looks the same as ever, except his smile is slightly sharper.
About damn time he decided to quit hiding. McKinley’s in for quite the shock.
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Date: 2012-01-03 04:21 pm (UTC)Methos + the boy, PG
Date: 2012-01-13 08:25 pm (UTC)(Not exactly what you requested. Hope you like!)
“We’re leaving,” the child says through the phone. “He’s… I don’t think he’s really forgiven me yet.”
“Of course he hasn’t forgiven you yet,” Ben tells him, adding a pinch of salt to his tomato sauce. He examines it for a moment and throws in some more. “You killed him, boyo. It’ll be centuries before he lets that go.”
If he ever does. Cassandra’s still pissed. Ben really should kill her for good one of these days.
“But I love him,” the child says.
Ben scoffs. “Love’s one shade away from hate.” He stirs the sauce, tastes it, and says, “Bring him by. I should meet your soulmate, don’t you think?”
“Yes,” the child breathes. “Our names… we’re Blake and Connor. I wanted something similar, for his first change.”
Ben chuckles, taking the sauce off the burner. “You’re treating him with kid gloves, Blake. He’ll never learn if you stay in the shallows. He’s been one of us for a decade. Do you remember your first decade in?”
Blake shudders. Ben can practically hear it through the phone. “His first years won’t be anything like mine,” the boy promises.
Of that, Ben is sure. Blake has always been careful with the things he loves.
“Bring your boy by, Bairam,” Methos commands.
“I will, old man,” Bairam says, and then, “Enjoy your dinner. I need to get back to Connor.”
Ben ends the call, slips the phone into his pocket, and carries the pot of noodles over to sink to drain.
Re: Methos + the boy, PG
Date: 2012-01-14 02:09 pm (UTC)It might not be everything I've said, but whatever, it reads like kind of a 'bridge' to the meeting... and now I want that food *is hungry as usual* XD
Blaine sure likes B-names XD Useful, it seems. ::)
Re: Methos + the boy, PG
Date: 2012-01-14 05:01 pm (UTC)I may write the actual meeting; I haven't decided yet.
I usually write Methos as using something related to Adam, Ben, and Matt, so I kept his student sticking to Bs, yeah.
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Date: 2012-01-04 01:01 am (UTC)Bryce/Chuck, Arthur/Eames
Date: 2012-01-13 08:54 pm (UTC)(A happier ending than expected. Hope you don't mind.)
The first time Bryce flirted with him, Chuck flirted back. They were in the middle of training; he figured it was just his subconscious.
The second time, Chuck was dreaming alone, and it went further than flirting.
The third time, he realized something might be wrong. None of the rest of his projections had ever pulled a gun out of nowhere and shot the militarized projections barreling down the alley. Chuck gaped at him; Bryce shouldn’t even be there – they were in Fuller’s mind, not Chuck’s.
“Shit,” Arthur hissed, grabbing Chuck’s shoulder. “Not another shade.”
.
“Tell us about him,” Eames said, slouching in his chair. He looked compassionate and ready to listen; Chuck knew he was a stone-cold killer. The only person more dangerous was Arthur. Arthur stood behind Eames, arms crossed. He wasn’t even trying to act kind.
It actually reassured Chuck. He always knew he was odd. Now, he was crazy, too.
“I made him up,” Chuck said. “His name’s Bryce Larkin. He used to be my imaginary friend. Then he became a character – he’s like a mix of James Bond and Jim Kirk. He’s… perfect. Everything I used to want to be.”
“I’ve seen him before,” Arthur said. “He’s the only forge you ever do.”
Chuck nodded. “He was my best friend, and now he’s a mask. I have no idea what happened.”
“Will this be a problem?” Natalia, the extractor, asked.
Eames studied Chuck’s expression. Chuck tried to convey how sorry he was that his neuroses had saved their lives. Well, dream-lives. The job? Whatever. Bryce had saved their asses.
“No,” Eames said. “Bartowski will just go under and talk to the chap.”
.
“Hey, Chuck,” Bryce said. “It’s good to see you again.”
“Uh huh,” Chuck said. “What’s going on?”
Bryce grinned at him. “I just missed you, Chuck. Needed to get your attention somehow.”
“Right,” Chuck said. “You know, that wasn’t even my dream, right? How’d you get in?”
Shrugging, Bryce stepped closer. He was dressed in a sharp suit, with a blue tie that made his eyes so gorgeous… damn, but Chuck wished he was real. “I can go anywhere you go,” Bryce murmured, reaching out to trail his fingers on Chuck’s sleeve. “I miss you, Chuck. Don’t you remember how much fun we had as kids?”
“We weren’t kids together,” Chuck whispered, caught somewhere between heartbroken and horrified. He’d have loved to be a kid with Bryce. Bryce… was perfect. That’s how Chuck made him.
Bryce looked up at him, and the pain in his eyes – it hurt Chuck, because he knew he’d put it there.
Except Bryce wasn’t real. He was part of Chuck’s head, and something was wrong.
Chuck had to wake up and take a long vacation, because he was clearly losing his mind.
So he pulled out a gun and put it to his head, and Bryce said, “No, Chuck,” disarming him easily. “I missed you,” Bryce said, grabbing Chuck’s wrists. “I won’t miss you again.”
“Bryce, Bryce, stop,” Chuck said, trying to fight, but every move he made, Bryce countered. Everything he tried, Bryce knew beforehand and finally, he was on his back, hands and feet bound, and Bryce just kept on smiling that gentle, beautiful smile.
“I’m yours,” Bryce said, patting his cheek. “You’re mine.”
Shit.
.
Finally, the kick came and Chuck shuddered awake.
“Well?” Natalia asked.
Chuck couldn’t stop trembling. Arthur gave Eames some significant look and Eames nodded.
“Take a vacation,” Arthur ordered. “And don’t use the PASIV.”
That would not be a problem at all.
.
Safe in his bed at Ellie’s, after an awesome meal cooked by Devon and a Project Runway marathon with Ellie, Chuck dreamed a natural dream of him and Bryce being spies on the run together.
It was a good dream.
Re: Bryce/Chuck, Arthur/Eames
Date: 2012-01-16 03:10 am (UTC)Re: Bryce/Chuck, Arthur/Eames
Date: 2012-01-17 02:23 am (UTC)I'm so very glad you like it!
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Date: 2012-01-03 04:57 am (UTC)I kinda hope (read: would give my firstborn for) to see Tony in your Glee/Thor 'verse realizing exactly what Kurt can really do and how deeply Blaine is involved...and then realizing that there's nothing he and SHIELD can do about it.
Cause that's pretty much my favorite Glee series ever :). You're amazing.
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Date: 2012-01-03 04:22 pm (UTC)Huh.
That could be fun.
I was thinking of a son - Tony Stark, PG, some language
Date: 2012-01-13 09:11 pm (UTC)When he first met Kurt Hummel, all Tony knew about the kid was that his father was a mechanic, he sang pretty damn high for a boy, and Blaine was head-over-heels about him.
Well, and that he conducted himself well as a hostage. Not a lot to go on.
Then Loki attacked headquarters for whatever insane reason that week, saw the kid in SHIELD’s custody, and proceeded to flip the fuck out. Tony had never seen Loki act like that before.
And Tony may not be the world’s best father (apparently, that’s Burt Hummel), but he can recognize another panicking parent, and holy fuck, right?
Holy fuck. Loki’s got a kid, and that kid is dating Tony’s kid, and there is not one goddamned thing Tony can do about it.
.
Tony does believe Kurt when he says he fell in love with Blaine before realizing whose son he was. The thing is, that’s not the case anymore.
Tony may not be the superest of superheroes, but he is on the Avengers. And Kurt is Loki’s son. Loki’s a supervillain.
No, it’s worse than that: Loki is an insane, shapshifting, supervillain god. A god, okay? And not the friendly kind, like Thor. Loki’s the kind who turns intestines to sludge and makes it rain, like, shit. He makes shit fall from the sky. That’s the kind of god he is.
And his son is dating Blaine.
And, still, not a thing Tony can do about it.
.
And despite his parentage (a god and a mechanic, in case you forgot), Tony does like the kid. He’s funny, he’s smart, he’s not afraid of Nick Fury. Anyone who can annoy Nick Fury by not being impressed by him? Is pretty cool.
And if Kurt was exactly the same, minus being Loki’s son? Tony would be thrilled about him dating Blaine.
But he is Loki’s son. And Tony knows the exact odds of Kurt following in Loki’s footsteps.
And Tony is terrified that his son will follow Kurt, and one day, SHIELD might arrest Blaine for something Kurt made him do… or Blaine might even end up dead, because of some trick, some plot of Loki’s.
And there’s not a single thing Tony can do about it.