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Title: heroes get remembered
Fandom: Highlander
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: future!fic
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 180
Point of view: third
Prompt: Highlander, Mythos, last man standing
There was never any other outcome, really.
Methos is a legend.
Legends never die.
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Duncan wasn't even in the top hundred, when The Gathering came. Lightning sang to everyone and they met in the oldest place on Earth, all those who were left after five thousand years of hunting and fighting.
Five thousand? Much longer than that.
And Methos had not always been the oldest, but he was now.
He stood before them all on trembling legs and pretended to be an idiot savant with the blade, who had survived so long through pure happenstance.
And the greatest, most ruthless fighters in the world died in droves, one after the other because Methos did not tire, and he had forever obeyed only one rule: survive.
And he stood alone, the oldest living thing in the oldest place on Earth, sword bloody and head high.
.
Because there was only ever one way for The Game to end.
All the quickenings were home, and lightning sang, and the prize is this: true immortality.
Methos is a legend.
Legends never die.
Title: we're bleeding and we're torn
Fandom: Glee
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Roseanne Cash
Warnings: suicidal ideation; mentions of violence
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 230
Point of view: third
Prompt: any, any/any, death pact - two completely in love [people] make a pact that when one dies, the other will join them, if not b[y] dying with them from the same cause then by taking their own life
Once upon a time, Blaine Anderson thought about killing himself. He'd been beaten and left for dead, and none of his 'friends' wanted to talk to him. His dad could barely look at him.
But his grandfather footed the bill for a transfer to an entirely new school, one where there were uniforms so everyone looked the same. And the students talked to him. Listened to him. His roommate (who didn't care that he was gay! who asked what his type was and tried to set him up with a friend!) convinced him to try out for the show choir, and everyone praised him, and it was amazing.
At Dalton, he didn't want to die anymore.
.
Once upon a time, Kurt Hummel thought about killing himself. Then he snuck into someone else's school and met a beautiful boy on the stairs, and the boy took his hand and sang to him and listened and understood, and promised, Courage. It gets better.
Every single time Kurt thought about killing himself, after that wonderful afternoon, the beautiful boy texted or called him.
So Kurt survived long enough that he no longer wanted to die.
.
Curled up together on Blaine's bed (too small, really, but it doesn't matter), Kurt whispers, Promise you'll never leave me behind.
I swear, Blaine murmurs, if you promise the same.
They seal it with a kiss.
Title: the hero of the invisible audience
Fandom: Harry Potter
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from James Humphrey
Warnings: future!fic
Pairings: mentions of het and slash
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 235
Point of view: third
Prompt: Any, any, the child of (any hero) turns out to be perfectly ordinary- and their parent(s) couldn't be prouder
Note: In my mind, Albus' husband is Scorpius Malfoy, but it's not stated in the drabble, so feel free to pick someone else if you like.
James Potter spends ten years as the greatest Quidditch player in the world, and then coaches the most successful team for twenty-five more. Lily Potter becomes the youngest dueling champion in history. Their fame equals their father's on their own merits, and James eats it up with glee while Lily handles it gracefully, when she's not jinxing the fans who get too close. James has a girl in every city and Lily invents new curses, which supplements her income quite nicely, and is fun, besides.
James marries in his mid-thirties, to a healer who doesn't put up with his nonsense. Lily never does, but she travels the world teaching anyone who wants to learn. Harry and Ginny had instilled in all their children the knowledge that everyone should be capable of defending themselves. Nobody should wait for others to save them.
James and Lily Potter go down in the history books. Their brother is only ever noted as Harry Potter's middle child. He never does anything extraordinary. He marries his Hogwarts' sweetheart, has two children, teaches transfiguration at Hogwarts (his husband teaches history), and dies of old age, happy and peaceful. His husband dies three days later.
Once, a reporter asks Harry Potter if he ever wishes his middle child were as exciting as his other two.
Harry just laughs, shaking his head. Al lives the life Harry wishes he could've had, and he couldn't be prouder.
Title: strown with these flowers we call suns
Fandom: Norse mythology
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Emerson
Warnings: well, they're Loki's kids. So everything that entails.
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 140
Point of view: third
Prompt: Any, any, listen: there's a hell of a good universe next door; let's go, e e cummings.
Can you hear it? Sleipnir asks, locked in a stall, metal on his feet.
Yes, Fenrir replies, locked deep inside a mountain, sword in his mouth.
What do you want to do? Jörmungandr questions from the deep, eyes towards the sky and brothers he's barely seen.
Take us with you, Váli begs, straining to reach his twin, who no longer has a voice with which to speak.
I can open a door, Hel tells them all. Will you go through?
.
They are reborn in the same order as their first life. Though they aren't the same people, they are the same souls, and they find each other - Stefan, Felix, Jordan, Helena, Vincent, and Nikolas.
There are legends, in this world, about a fiery god of lies and his accursed children. But in this world, they are only legends.
Title: then they came for me
Fandom: Glee
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: mentions of bullying; suicidal ideation; AUish for the end of season 3
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 515
Point of view: second
Prompt: Any, any, Then they came for me - and there was no one left to speak for me.
Kurt Hummel had never been popular. He'd also never been invisible.
(Not entirely accurate, you think - yes, the teachers never saw how bad things got, his friends didn't notice how close he came to a sharp knife and final sleep... but, for those few, terrifying weeks, he was all Dave Karofsky thought about. So. He wasn't invisible, though he'd wished he was.)
Kurt stood up to the bullies every time he climbed out of the dumpster, every time he straightened his spine after hitting the lockers, every time he held his head high and walked through the halls. Every time he sang, every time he dressed in the morning, every time he held hands with his boyfriend.
He pulled attention, yes. And no one (no, not even you) noticed it was intentional. Noticed that as the months passed, before his father sent him away, that he was the focus.
Because Kurt Hummel was strong. He could take it all, and keep going. And when he came back, for that charade of Santana and Karofsky (yes, of course you knew, everyone knew), things were better.
And he did. He took it all, chin tilted defiantly, and he stood on that stage, crowned queen, and he danced with his boyfriend, and it was like he was lit up inside.
Kurt Hummel had never been popular. Never been invisible. Never been untouchable. And he was strong, so strong. And during his senior year, the bullying stuck to intangibles – verbal barbs and glares, mostly. No one tried to throw him in a dumpster, or anyone. No more port-a-potty torments. Not even locker-slams. A few slushy facials, but nothing memorable.
Because something was different. Karofsky vanished and tried to kill himself, and Kurt Hummel's boyfriend sauntered down McKinley's halls like he owned the world, and no one voted for Hummel when he ran for president – but no one knocked him down, either.
Everyone else was panicking, and Kurt held his head high. (Yes, you watched. Of course you did.)
(Yes, he came close to a sharp knife and a final sleep again. But he was strong. So strong. Strong like you wanted to be. Strong like you've never been.)
On graduation day, Kurt Hummel walked across that stage, head held high, and blushed when his boyfriend blew him a kiss. Pretty soon, he'd leave Lima in the dust and go far away, like he'd always planned.
(On graduation day, you stare at Kurt Hummel and wish that, even once, you'd defended him.
Because just by walking down the hall, he'd defended you.
Kurt Hummel had never been invisible. And because he wasn't, you could be.
Because he wasn't, the bullies never noticed you.
And now he was leaving. Taking everything that was different with him.
Next year, there will be dumpster dives. Port-a-potty torments, unless Figgins comes to his senses, and how likely is that? Locker slams, probably. Slushy facials, definitely.
You wish you were brave. Wish you could hold your head high and defy.
But you are not Kurt Hummel. And you can only hope that next year, you're still invisible.)
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Title: heroes get remembered
Fandom: Highlander
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: future!fic
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 180
Point of view: third
Prompt: Highlander, Mythos, last man standing
There was never any other outcome, really.
Methos is a legend.
Legends never die.
.
Duncan wasn't even in the top hundred, when The Gathering came. Lightning sang to everyone and they met in the oldest place on Earth, all those who were left after five thousand years of hunting and fighting.
Five thousand? Much longer than that.
And Methos had not always been the oldest, but he was now.
He stood before them all on trembling legs and pretended to be an idiot savant with the blade, who had survived so long through pure happenstance.
And the greatest, most ruthless fighters in the world died in droves, one after the other because Methos did not tire, and he had forever obeyed only one rule: survive.
And he stood alone, the oldest living thing in the oldest place on Earth, sword bloody and head high.
.
Because there was only ever one way for The Game to end.
All the quickenings were home, and lightning sang, and the prize is this: true immortality.
Methos is a legend.
Legends never die.
Title: we're bleeding and we're torn
Fandom: Glee
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Roseanne Cash
Warnings: suicidal ideation; mentions of violence
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 230
Point of view: third
Prompt: any, any/any, death pact - two completely in love [people] make a pact that when one dies, the other will join them, if not b[y] dying with them from the same cause then by taking their own life
Once upon a time, Blaine Anderson thought about killing himself. He'd been beaten and left for dead, and none of his 'friends' wanted to talk to him. His dad could barely look at him.
But his grandfather footed the bill for a transfer to an entirely new school, one where there were uniforms so everyone looked the same. And the students talked to him. Listened to him. His roommate (who didn't care that he was gay! who asked what his type was and tried to set him up with a friend!) convinced him to try out for the show choir, and everyone praised him, and it was amazing.
At Dalton, he didn't want to die anymore.
.
Once upon a time, Kurt Hummel thought about killing himself. Then he snuck into someone else's school and met a beautiful boy on the stairs, and the boy took his hand and sang to him and listened and understood, and promised, Courage. It gets better.
Every single time Kurt thought about killing himself, after that wonderful afternoon, the beautiful boy texted or called him.
So Kurt survived long enough that he no longer wanted to die.
.
Curled up together on Blaine's bed (too small, really, but it doesn't matter), Kurt whispers, Promise you'll never leave me behind.
I swear, Blaine murmurs, if you promise the same.
They seal it with a kiss.
Title: the hero of the invisible audience
Fandom: Harry Potter
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from James Humphrey
Warnings: future!fic
Pairings: mentions of het and slash
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 235
Point of view: third
Prompt: Any, any, the child of (any hero) turns out to be perfectly ordinary- and their parent(s) couldn't be prouder
Note: In my mind, Albus' husband is Scorpius Malfoy, but it's not stated in the drabble, so feel free to pick someone else if you like.
James Potter spends ten years as the greatest Quidditch player in the world, and then coaches the most successful team for twenty-five more. Lily Potter becomes the youngest dueling champion in history. Their fame equals their father's on their own merits, and James eats it up with glee while Lily handles it gracefully, when she's not jinxing the fans who get too close. James has a girl in every city and Lily invents new curses, which supplements her income quite nicely, and is fun, besides.
James marries in his mid-thirties, to a healer who doesn't put up with his nonsense. Lily never does, but she travels the world teaching anyone who wants to learn. Harry and Ginny had instilled in all their children the knowledge that everyone should be capable of defending themselves. Nobody should wait for others to save them.
James and Lily Potter go down in the history books. Their brother is only ever noted as Harry Potter's middle child. He never does anything extraordinary. He marries his Hogwarts' sweetheart, has two children, teaches transfiguration at Hogwarts (his husband teaches history), and dies of old age, happy and peaceful. His husband dies three days later.
Once, a reporter asks Harry Potter if he ever wishes his middle child were as exciting as his other two.
Harry just laughs, shaking his head. Al lives the life Harry wishes he could've had, and he couldn't be prouder.
Title: strown with these flowers we call suns
Fandom: Norse mythology
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Emerson
Warnings: well, they're Loki's kids. So everything that entails.
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 140
Point of view: third
Prompt: Any, any, listen: there's a hell of a good universe next door; let's go, e e cummings.
Can you hear it? Sleipnir asks, locked in a stall, metal on his feet.
Yes, Fenrir replies, locked deep inside a mountain, sword in his mouth.
What do you want to do? Jörmungandr questions from the deep, eyes towards the sky and brothers he's barely seen.
Take us with you, Váli begs, straining to reach his twin, who no longer has a voice with which to speak.
I can open a door, Hel tells them all. Will you go through?
.
They are reborn in the same order as their first life. Though they aren't the same people, they are the same souls, and they find each other - Stefan, Felix, Jordan, Helena, Vincent, and Nikolas.
There are legends, in this world, about a fiery god of lies and his accursed children. But in this world, they are only legends.
Title: then they came for me
Fandom: Glee
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: mentions of bullying; suicidal ideation; AUish for the end of season 3
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 515
Point of view: second
Prompt: Any, any, Then they came for me - and there was no one left to speak for me.
Kurt Hummel had never been popular. He'd also never been invisible.
(Not entirely accurate, you think - yes, the teachers never saw how bad things got, his friends didn't notice how close he came to a sharp knife and final sleep... but, for those few, terrifying weeks, he was all Dave Karofsky thought about. So. He wasn't invisible, though he'd wished he was.)
Kurt stood up to the bullies every time he climbed out of the dumpster, every time he straightened his spine after hitting the lockers, every time he held his head high and walked through the halls. Every time he sang, every time he dressed in the morning, every time he held hands with his boyfriend.
He pulled attention, yes. And no one (no, not even you) noticed it was intentional. Noticed that as the months passed, before his father sent him away, that he was the focus.
Because Kurt Hummel was strong. He could take it all, and keep going. And when he came back, for that charade of Santana and Karofsky (yes, of course you knew, everyone knew), things were better.
And he did. He took it all, chin tilted defiantly, and he stood on that stage, crowned queen, and he danced with his boyfriend, and it was like he was lit up inside.
Kurt Hummel had never been popular. Never been invisible. Never been untouchable. And he was strong, so strong. And during his senior year, the bullying stuck to intangibles – verbal barbs and glares, mostly. No one tried to throw him in a dumpster, or anyone. No more port-a-potty torments. Not even locker-slams. A few slushy facials, but nothing memorable.
Because something was different. Karofsky vanished and tried to kill himself, and Kurt Hummel's boyfriend sauntered down McKinley's halls like he owned the world, and no one voted for Hummel when he ran for president – but no one knocked him down, either.
Everyone else was panicking, and Kurt held his head high. (Yes, you watched. Of course you did.)
(Yes, he came close to a sharp knife and a final sleep again. But he was strong. So strong. Strong like you wanted to be. Strong like you've never been.)
On graduation day, Kurt Hummel walked across that stage, head held high, and blushed when his boyfriend blew him a kiss. Pretty soon, he'd leave Lima in the dust and go far away, like he'd always planned.
(On graduation day, you stare at Kurt Hummel and wish that, even once, you'd defended him.
Because just by walking down the hall, he'd defended you.
Kurt Hummel had never been invisible. And because he wasn't, you could be.
Because he wasn't, the bullies never noticed you.
And now he was leaving. Taking everything that was different with him.
Next year, there will be dumpster dives. Port-a-potty torments, unless Figgins comes to his senses, and how likely is that? Locker slams, probably. Slushy facials, definitely.
You wish you were brave. Wish you could hold your head high and defy.
But you are not Kurt Hummel. And you can only hope that next year, you're still invisible.)
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Date: 2012-09-21 07:11 am (UTC)Blaine/Kurt was utterly cute, and of course Potter kids turn out to be awesome in every way *yay*
The last one was so sad... I could feel the mood so well. Kind of scary too O.o
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Date: 2012-09-21 03:49 pm (UTC)Thank you so much!
The second Glee fic is odd all around; the narrator is both second person and omniscient, which I didn't intend - it just sorta happened, and then I liked it too much to change. *shrugs*
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Date: 2012-09-22 10:38 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2012-10-05 03:20 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2012-10-05 04:25 pm (UTC)Thank you so much!