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Entry tags:
- fanfic: glee,
- fanfic: highlander,
- fanfic: mythology,
- fic,
- gen,
- het,
- point of view: blaine anderson,
- point of view: kurt hummel,
- point of view: methos,
- point of view: original character,
- point of view: third person,
- series: comment_fic,
- slash,
- title: a,
- title: f,
- title: m,
- title: s,
- title: y,
- tv fic,
- type: oneshot,
- type: present tense,
- wordcount: drabble,
- wordcount: drabble plus
comment_fic 751-755: HL, Glee, Greek myth
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Title: you'll escape in the final reel
Fandom: Highlander
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Jesus Christ, Superstar
Warnings: mentions of violence; character death
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 165
Point of view: third
Prompt: Highlander, Methos, the world was always ending but for a thousand years it happened at his command
Each human believes their little speck of dust is the whole world, and the sun rises and sets on it, and when their speck of dust is burnt down or they die, the world ends.
The world never ends, not really. But Methos rides out of the sun, his brothers beside him, and little speck of dust after little speck of dust is destroyed.
The survivors always wail and scream like the world has ended. Like they can't remake themselves, since all anyone needs is their life.
Methos never explains that, of course. It's a lesson best learnt alone. Methos learned it well.
Kronos didn't.
For a thousand years, Methos and his brothers ended the world for three continents. Kronos never grew past those years; Methos remade himself every few decades, grew and learned and changed.
Kronos was the End of Time.
Methos was Time's End.
The world ends again, and Methos walks away, leaving Kronos on the ground, mouth still open in his rage.
Title: a storm whereon they ride
Fandom: Glee
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Byron
Warnings: AU; dark; character death; violence/bullying; sexual assault; threat of rape
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine, unwanted and unrequited Karofsky/Kurt; Kurt/Blaine/OMCs
Rating: R
Wordcount: 925
Point of view: third
Prompt: Any, any, "I would butcher {the} whole world, if only you would love me!" (Quote from Gladiator.)
It didn't start out like this. It started out with holding hands, singing, flirting, smiling - it started out so adorable.
Blaine is very good at being adorable. At wooing anyone who needs to be wooed.
And at first, he thought that's all Kurt would ever be. Another mark. Another game.
He was wrong.
It's the only time he's ever been glad he was wrong.
.
Kurt had a core of steel, hiding beneath all the pale skin and tired eyes. Beneath the ice he tried piling on, to hide everything. He latched onto Blaine, and Blaine played a good game (Blaine always plays a good game, smiling and helping and lying in wait), and Kurt's soul was even more bruised, when he called Blaine in tears and sobbed out a disgusted, horrified confession.
Oh, it was so beautiful.
It was everything Blaine could've wanted.
.
And Kurt's bully kept getting worse. Stalking. Harassing. Terrifying. And it was all well and good, totally helping Blaine sell his game –
But Karofsky took it one step too far. Words are fine; Blaine thrives on words. But he put his hands on Kurt one more time, he left his fingerprints on Kurt's wrist, on Kurt's throat, and he dared -
He dared whisper into Kurt's mouth that he'd be Kurt's first, Kurt's only, the very first chance he got.
And instead of calling his dad, or his 'friends,' or that cheerleading coach he thought hung the moon, Kurt called Blaine.
And Blaine cut school, drove an hour and a half, and gathered Kurt into his arms.
It started out so adorable. But Kurt wasn't even crying anymore, head tucked under Blaine's chin, hands clenching Blaine's blazer. Kurt wasn't crying. He was barely breathing.
It had been a game, like all the others.
It wasn't anymore.
.
Dave Karofsky was twice Blaine's size. A football player. Used to being feared. That fear usually did half the work for him.
Blaine wasn't afraid of him.
Dave Karofsky ran away from home his junior year of high-school. That's what everyone said. His grades had suddenly started tanking at the end of tenth grade, he became belligerent, he cut class.
He had notebooks in his room, that he left behind, full of confessions and fears and crushes.
Or, well. One crush.
His dad tried to find him. His mother didn't even go in his room, disgusted at the thought of her son liking another boy.
(Dave Karofsky didn't run away.)
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Kurt Hummel left McKinley for Christmas break like everyone else, but he started at Dalton in the new year. He couldn't handle McKinley after everything. He felt like a failure, but his dad just wanted him to survive.
He stuck close to Blaine, and Blaine was so good, so kind. Blaine took care of him. Blaine listened to him, and held him, and promised that no one would hurt him ever again.
Of course Kurt fell in love.
.
A lot of people ran away from Lima in 2011. Enough that the police started looking closer. But they didn't find the burial ground until years later, and even then, there were no hints or clues. Just a lot of bones.
.
Kurt waited until they were in New York, him and Blaine, Blaine at NYU and Kurt at Julliard. He waited until they had their own apartment (tiny though it was) and their very own bed, and then he said, "I know, Blaine."
Blaine held his breath before exhaling slowly and sitting up, turning to look down at Kurt (oh, Kurt had grown up so gorgeous, and his core of steel, and the ice he no longer used to cover everything), and he asked, "Know what, Kurt?"
And Kurt smiled at him, reaching up to caress his cheek, his jaw, his lips. "Thank you," he said quietly. "But I think – I think we should find a new game."
A few minutes passed in silence, Blaine staring down and Kurt smiling up, and then Blaine nodded, settling back onto Kurt's chest, listening to his heartbeat. "What do you suggest?" he asked.
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It didn't start out like this, Blaine knows. He used to be so directionless, just picking at random, never as often as he liked.
But he found Kurt (Kurt found him?), and Kurt had all these bullies who needed to go. Kurt needed to be taken care of, and protected, and avenged.
Blaine had thought he'd been playing Kurt, but Kurt was playing him right back the whole time, and that knowledge is glorious.
.
There's an urban legend making its way around Manhattan's bar-scene. The cops haven't picked up on it yet, and by the time they do, it'll be too late.
Anyway, there's these two guys, right? Both gorgeous. One dark and one light, one shortish and one tall, one sun-warm and the other ice-cold. And they pick out a man, and they dance with him, and they seduce him, they give him the time of his life –
And then they kill him.
There haven't been any bodies yet, just men going missing. And who ever looks for men who vanish? Everyone knows they probably just up and walked away.
.
It's just a game. And it didn't start out like this. Blaine thought Kurt was so young, so innocent. And if it'll keep Kurt with him, he'll play with whoever Kurt wants, however Kurt wants.
"I love you," Kurt murmurs into his mouth, ignoring the body writhing beneath them. "I love you so much, Blaine."
Blaine wants to hear it every day until he dies.
Title: sunlight in the broken places
Fandom: Glee
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: takes place in 2.6
Pairings: pre-Klaine
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 50
Point of view: third
Prompt: any, any, revealed in the light.
Kurt is always ice and steel, so cold and so strong – untouchable.
Untouchable, so he can't be broken.
But Blaine takes his hand. Looks at him and smiles and sings. And Kurt feels the ice melting. His walls fracturing.
Because Blaine is sunlight, warming him where he's never let anyone touch.
Title: fruit from the rotten tree shall ever be rotten
Fandom: Greek myth
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: dub-con, incest
Pairings: Hades/Persephone, unrequited Hades/Demeter
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 50
Point of view: third
Prompt: Greek Myth, Hades/Demeter, stop haunting me
Persephone has her mother's beauty and her father's temper. Every time she glares and submits (because her father commanded it, the king of them all), Hades takes everything he can.
(She is not her mother. Hades will never again taste or touch Demeter.
He will be content with her daughter.)
Title: my missing puzzle piece
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Katy Perry
Warnings: future!fic, fluff
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 50
Point of view: third
Prompt: Any, any, our song
Dad's playlist always repeats an old Katy Perry song before going to the next. Moira has asked; all Dad does is laugh, and then start singing along.
Finally, Papa is in the kitchen, too, and he smiles, turning to catch Dad when he dances over, crooning, "Don't ever look back."
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Title: you'll escape in the final reel
Fandom: Highlander
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Jesus Christ, Superstar
Warnings: mentions of violence; character death
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 165
Point of view: third
Prompt: Highlander, Methos, the world was always ending but for a thousand years it happened at his command
Each human believes their little speck of dust is the whole world, and the sun rises and sets on it, and when their speck of dust is burnt down or they die, the world ends.
The world never ends, not really. But Methos rides out of the sun, his brothers beside him, and little speck of dust after little speck of dust is destroyed.
The survivors always wail and scream like the world has ended. Like they can't remake themselves, since all anyone needs is their life.
Methos never explains that, of course. It's a lesson best learnt alone. Methos learned it well.
Kronos didn't.
For a thousand years, Methos and his brothers ended the world for three continents. Kronos never grew past those years; Methos remade himself every few decades, grew and learned and changed.
Kronos was the End of Time.
Methos was Time's End.
The world ends again, and Methos walks away, leaving Kronos on the ground, mouth still open in his rage.
Title: a storm whereon they ride
Fandom: Glee
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Byron
Warnings: AU; dark; character death; violence/bullying; sexual assault; threat of rape
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine, unwanted and unrequited Karofsky/Kurt; Kurt/Blaine/OMCs
Rating: R
Wordcount: 925
Point of view: third
Prompt: Any, any, "I would butcher {the} whole world, if only you would love me!" (Quote from Gladiator.)
It didn't start out like this. It started out with holding hands, singing, flirting, smiling - it started out so adorable.
Blaine is very good at being adorable. At wooing anyone who needs to be wooed.
And at first, he thought that's all Kurt would ever be. Another mark. Another game.
He was wrong.
It's the only time he's ever been glad he was wrong.
.
Kurt had a core of steel, hiding beneath all the pale skin and tired eyes. Beneath the ice he tried piling on, to hide everything. He latched onto Blaine, and Blaine played a good game (Blaine always plays a good game, smiling and helping and lying in wait), and Kurt's soul was even more bruised, when he called Blaine in tears and sobbed out a disgusted, horrified confession.
Oh, it was so beautiful.
It was everything Blaine could've wanted.
.
And Kurt's bully kept getting worse. Stalking. Harassing. Terrifying. And it was all well and good, totally helping Blaine sell his game –
But Karofsky took it one step too far. Words are fine; Blaine thrives on words. But he put his hands on Kurt one more time, he left his fingerprints on Kurt's wrist, on Kurt's throat, and he dared -
He dared whisper into Kurt's mouth that he'd be Kurt's first, Kurt's only, the very first chance he got.
And instead of calling his dad, or his 'friends,' or that cheerleading coach he thought hung the moon, Kurt called Blaine.
And Blaine cut school, drove an hour and a half, and gathered Kurt into his arms.
It started out so adorable. But Kurt wasn't even crying anymore, head tucked under Blaine's chin, hands clenching Blaine's blazer. Kurt wasn't crying. He was barely breathing.
It had been a game, like all the others.
It wasn't anymore.
.
Dave Karofsky was twice Blaine's size. A football player. Used to being feared. That fear usually did half the work for him.
Blaine wasn't afraid of him.
Dave Karofsky ran away from home his junior year of high-school. That's what everyone said. His grades had suddenly started tanking at the end of tenth grade, he became belligerent, he cut class.
He had notebooks in his room, that he left behind, full of confessions and fears and crushes.
Or, well. One crush.
His dad tried to find him. His mother didn't even go in his room, disgusted at the thought of her son liking another boy.
(Dave Karofsky didn't run away.)
.
Kurt Hummel left McKinley for Christmas break like everyone else, but he started at Dalton in the new year. He couldn't handle McKinley after everything. He felt like a failure, but his dad just wanted him to survive.
He stuck close to Blaine, and Blaine was so good, so kind. Blaine took care of him. Blaine listened to him, and held him, and promised that no one would hurt him ever again.
Of course Kurt fell in love.
.
A lot of people ran away from Lima in 2011. Enough that the police started looking closer. But they didn't find the burial ground until years later, and even then, there were no hints or clues. Just a lot of bones.
.
Kurt waited until they were in New York, him and Blaine, Blaine at NYU and Kurt at Julliard. He waited until they had their own apartment (tiny though it was) and their very own bed, and then he said, "I know, Blaine."
Blaine held his breath before exhaling slowly and sitting up, turning to look down at Kurt (oh, Kurt had grown up so gorgeous, and his core of steel, and the ice he no longer used to cover everything), and he asked, "Know what, Kurt?"
And Kurt smiled at him, reaching up to caress his cheek, his jaw, his lips. "Thank you," he said quietly. "But I think – I think we should find a new game."
A few minutes passed in silence, Blaine staring down and Kurt smiling up, and then Blaine nodded, settling back onto Kurt's chest, listening to his heartbeat. "What do you suggest?" he asked.
.
It didn't start out like this, Blaine knows. He used to be so directionless, just picking at random, never as often as he liked.
But he found Kurt (Kurt found him?), and Kurt had all these bullies who needed to go. Kurt needed to be taken care of, and protected, and avenged.
Blaine had thought he'd been playing Kurt, but Kurt was playing him right back the whole time, and that knowledge is glorious.
.
There's an urban legend making its way around Manhattan's bar-scene. The cops haven't picked up on it yet, and by the time they do, it'll be too late.
Anyway, there's these two guys, right? Both gorgeous. One dark and one light, one shortish and one tall, one sun-warm and the other ice-cold. And they pick out a man, and they dance with him, and they seduce him, they give him the time of his life –
And then they kill him.
There haven't been any bodies yet, just men going missing. And who ever looks for men who vanish? Everyone knows they probably just up and walked away.
.
It's just a game. And it didn't start out like this. Blaine thought Kurt was so young, so innocent. And if it'll keep Kurt with him, he'll play with whoever Kurt wants, however Kurt wants.
"I love you," Kurt murmurs into his mouth, ignoring the body writhing beneath them. "I love you so much, Blaine."
Blaine wants to hear it every day until he dies.
Title: sunlight in the broken places
Fandom: Glee
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: takes place in 2.6
Pairings: pre-Klaine
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 50
Point of view: third
Prompt: any, any, revealed in the light.
Kurt is always ice and steel, so cold and so strong – untouchable.
Untouchable, so he can't be broken.
But Blaine takes his hand. Looks at him and smiles and sings. And Kurt feels the ice melting. His walls fracturing.
Because Blaine is sunlight, warming him where he's never let anyone touch.
Title: fruit from the rotten tree shall ever be rotten
Fandom: Greek myth
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: dub-con, incest
Pairings: Hades/Persephone, unrequited Hades/Demeter
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 50
Point of view: third
Prompt: Greek Myth, Hades/Demeter, stop haunting me
Persephone has her mother's beauty and her father's temper. Every time she glares and submits (because her father commanded it, the king of them all), Hades takes everything he can.
(She is not her mother. Hades will never again taste or touch Demeter.
He will be content with her daughter.)
Title: my missing puzzle piece
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Katy Perry
Warnings: future!fic, fluff
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 50
Point of view: third
Prompt: Any, any, our song
Dad's playlist always repeats an old Katy Perry song before going to the next. Moira has asked; all Dad does is laugh, and then start singing along.
Finally, Papa is in the kitchen, too, and he smiles, turning to catch Dad when he dances over, crooning, "Don't ever look back."