comment_fic 756-760: Avengers, SN/Percy Jackson, Inception, SN, Glee

[tigriswolf]

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Title: three meetings
Fandom: Avengers movieverse
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: mentions of animal abuse, bullying, violence
Pairings: pre-Bucky/Steve
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 280
Point of view: third
Prompt: Captain America, Steve + Bucky, first meeting


James Barnes and Steve Rogers met on a cold winter day, when Steve was about to get pummeled into the ground by a bunch of boys who'd been tormenting a three-legged dog and Jimmy (not Bucky, not for two more months) shoved his way to the middle of the confrontation and stared down the ringleader.

After the boys dispersed, Steve glared at Jimmy and said, "I had 'em on the ropes."

Jimmy laughed, kneeling down to offer his hand for the dog to sniff. "Sure you did."

It set the tone for the rest of their lives.

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Winter Soldier met Captain America on a dark winter night, when Captain America was separated from his team and Winter Soldier had orders to make a quick, clean kill.

It should've been quick, a distance kill. But part of Winter Soldier wanted to see Captain America's eyes, so he snuck in close, ready for Captain America's preternatural reflexes and strength.

Captain America spun to meet him and his eyes widened, his mouth opened, and he gasped, "Bucky?"

Winter Soldier recoiled, his body and mind both seizing, and then he ran into the night. Captain America tried following, but he got turned around in the brewing blizzard, and nearly froze again.

Iron Man found Captain America. A starving dog found Winter Soldier, and then Winter Soldier kept running.

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Bucky Barnes met Steve Rogers on a bright spring day two years after the Battle of Manhattan.

Bucky had seventy years' worth of blood on his hands, and Steve had a blizzard's worth of regret, but they looked at each other, in the middle of the sidewalk, and Steve said, "Hey, Bucky."

Bucky smiled and said, "Hey, Steve."




Title: Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun
Fandom: Supernatural/Percy Jackson and the Olympians
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from WH Auden
Warnings: a fair bit of crack? AU. Picks up towards the end of season 5.
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 495
Point of view: third
Prompt: Supernatural/Percy Jackson, Sam + Dean (+ Adam), Sam and Dean find out (or AU already knew) that they're sons of Hermes (bonus for Luke!Adam)



Mary Campbell's father was not Samuel Campbell. Of course, not even Deanna, Mary's mother, knew that.

Only one person (well, two, if Joshua by the tree counts) knew that divine blood coursed in Mary's veins, and Mary grew up a hunter instead of a thief.

That's alright, though. Her sons were thieves. Good ones, too.

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Dean Winchester isn't aware that he's a better-than-usual thief, or that he skates by on the skin of his teeth, or that all his last-minute-escapes aren't always down to learning-by-doing.

Sam is. What Sam isn't sure of is why.

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Dean and Sam meet their little brother after he's been resurrected (like Dean) and figure out straight-away that he's not the gosh darn, so good to meet you! ghoul they'd known.

Adam's a punkass smartmouth who isn't in awe of them. He's annoyed with them. He fits right in.

Also, his dad isn't John Winchester.

Oops.

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"Why is that I have to die - twice! - to get any family other than my mom?" Adam yells at the sky. "Huh, oh great and power lord of thieves? Where the fuck were you! I went to your fucking training camp and I did exactly what should've made you proud! But you cast me out, back into - into, fucking apple pie and normalcy, and it was grand, you fucker! It was fucking grand until it got me killed!"

Dean and Sam look at each other, then at Castiel, who doesn't actually shrug, but Dean gets that impression, anyway.

Adam ignores them to keep shouting at clouds. "What do I have to do!" Now it sounds like he's holding back tears, and all Dean wants is to make everything better. But he can't.

"Aren't we being easy-to-find?" Sam murmurs to Castiel. "I mean - this is pretty obvious."

"No," Castiel replies. "Adam will not be found unless he prays specifically to an angel."

Dean and Sam share another look. "You found him," Dean says.

Castiel doesn't actually smirk, and Adam turns on a dime to glare at him. "Oh, you fucker," he hisses, and stalks over to punch Castiel right in the mouth.

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So Adam isn't Dean and Sam's little brother. He's actually their uncle.

And Castiel –

"Were you ever an angel?" Dean demands with a glare. "Have I ever actually met Castiel, angel of that fucking douchebag God?"

Not!Castiel, whose name Adam still hasn't said, actually does smirk. It's creepy. "Surely if Gabriel can take a leave of absence and go play with the pagans, I can, as well?"

Dean shudders, because Castiel sounding sarcastic is friggin' frightening.

"So, what's your pagan name?" Sam asks.

It's Adam who snarls, "Hermes."

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So, two pagan gods, two hunters, and a one-time lightning thief walk into a bar.

"Bro!" Loki hollers, pulling Hermes into a massive hug. "How's it shakin', dude? I'm glad you dropped the undercover gig – it was gettin' annoyin'."

Hermes hugs him back, laughing.

Dean and Sam share another look. Adam rolls his eyes.



Title: how hard the wind was blowing that day
Fandom: Inception
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Ruark
Warnings: mentions of violence
Pairings: Arthur/Eames
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 360
Point of view: third
Prompt: any, any/any, you don't need to agree with your partner about the things you love when you simply coincide in the things you both hate



In the beginning, Arthur was a soldier betrayed by his country and Eames was a thief betrayed by his employer.

It wasn't so much them liking each other as wanting to kill everyone else.

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Arthur saves Eames' life on his way into hiding. It was an accident more than anything else, but Eames is loyal when given a reason to be.

And at the moment? When an American soldier takes time out of his busy schedule to put a bullet into the brain of the killer-for-hire about to put a bullet into Eames' brain?

Well, everyone else in the world has turned on Eames, so he turns on them right back and follows Arthur.

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It's three years before Eames introduces Arthur to Mal. By that point in time, Eames and Arthur have spent thirty-five of the past thirty-six months arguing, half of it fucking, and a lot of it training so they can cover each other's weak spots.

They didn't get along at all in the beginning, with Arthur considering just killing Eames most of the time, and Eames wondering if the protection was worth the aggravation.

But. When they're not fighting, Eames makes Arthur laugh like no one else ever has. And Arthur manages what Eames' father never did – teaches Eames to kick ass.

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When Mal dies and Arthur goes with Dom to protect the father of Mal's children, Eames goes into a form of hiding.

The rest of the world can't find him, but Arthur always can.

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No one ever believes the story of how they met.

Of course, every version they tell is a lie.

No one ever believes they're anything more than colleagues who can work together for a common goal, either.

And they've never hated each other, even back in the beginning, when Arthur asked daily why the fuck he'd even bothered to save Eames' life.

Every time Arthur muffles his laughter at Eames' joke or comment or snark, Eames knows it's Arthur's way of saying, I'm glad I killed that fucker that day.

And every time Eames says something sarcastic about Arthur's ideas, Arthur knows it's Eames' way of saying, I'll follow you anywhere.



Title: writing is hard
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: pre-series
Pairings: gen
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 100
Point of view: third
Prompt: Supernatural, Chuck, how he decided to be a writer.



Chuck can't remember a time when he wasn't a writer, and he can't remember the day he looked at a blank page and thought, I have to fill it in.

What he wanted, what he remembers wanting more than anything else, was to draw. Paint, or charcoal, or, hell, even crayon. He had so many images in his head, images he wanted to get down, images words could never convey.

But Chuck has no skill in drawing.

Words pour out of him and he has to get them down. Every single time, though, he wishes he could sketch it instead.





Title: Your candle burned out
Fandom: Glee
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Elton John
Warnings: character death/suicidal ideation; AU during season 3; a sociopathic, possessive fire elemental
Pairings: unrequited Karofsky/Kurt; Blaine/Kurt
Rating: PG13
Wordcount: 735
Point of view: third
Prompt: any, any, "I will have my vengeance, in this life or the next." (Gladiator)


"Kurt's a better person than either of us," Kurt's boyfriend says from the chair next to Dave's bed. "Don't ever go near him again." And he smiles, but it's hollow and cold, and Dave's still out of it from the medication, so he slips right back under.

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Kurt and Dad are Dave's only visitors. Dad tells him that Mom sends her love, but Dave knows better.

Even with the nice picture Kurt paints of the future, Dave wishes Dad hadn't found him in time.

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Dave doesn't go back to school. His grades are good enough that he can spend the rest of the year as a correspondence student and graduate on time.

Mom moves out. The divorce is finalized three weeks after Dave’s throat finally stops hurting.

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Kurt visits a couple times a month. Dave knows his crush is still going strong, and that he should tell Kurt to stop coming, so he can smother it, but… Kurt’s the one good thing in his life, right now. Kurt and his smiles, Kurt and his humming, Kurt and his fancy clothes.

Dave’s sorry for how much he hurt Kurt, but he can’t regret that kiss. It’s the only chance he’ll ever get to know how Kurt feels against him. And he knows he should be ashamed of himself for that – but he’s not.

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Dad’s at work, finally over his fear of leaving Dave alone, when a knock comes at the door.

“Hello, David,” Kurt’s boyfriend says with a bright smile. “May I come in, please?”

“Sure,” Dave says, stepping back.

Kurt’s boyfriend looks around the foyer and then back at Dave, and Dave shouldn’t be nervous because the kid’s half his size and a gentleman who wouldn’t dare try something anyway – but somewhere in his mind, where his nightmares live, Dave hears, Kurt's a better person than either of us. And he knows that’s true.

Despite everything Dave did to Kurt, Kurt kept his secret. Dave assaulted him in multiple ways, and Dave threatened him, and Kurt… only ever told one person.

Kurt’s boyfriend is smiling at him again. “I warned you, David,” he says gently.

“What are you talking about?” Dave asks, not backing up though he wants to. Something is wrong here. Kurt’s boyfriend – Brian? Blaise? Something Anderson, he thinks – his eyes don’t look right. And his teeth – something’s off with them.

“Kurt is mine, David,” Anderson says. Dave really hates the way he says his name; it’s sharp, bitten off. Like he doesn’t even like the taste of the word in his mouth. “Because Kurt was removed from your reach, I allowed you to live. And because Kurt assured me you were no longer a threat, I continued to allow you your life.”

Dave’s pretty sure it’s panic he feels, but distantly. And he wants to run, to lunge for Dad’s gun (locked away, on the other side of the house from the bullets, because Dad trusts him again, but not that much), to grab a baseball bat, to do something because Anderson is wrong.

“And had you not attempted to punish yourself for such a terrible misstep, I would’ve come to see you,” Anderson continues. “You think you love my Kurt?” he demands, for the first time losing the thin veneer of charm, sounding furious. But he takes a deep breath and smiles again. “I warned you to never go near him again,” he says.

“Kurt visited me,” Dave says, and he still can’t back up.

Anderson laughs, and it’s the most horrifying sound Dave has ever heard. “That’s your problem, David,” he says gently. “Not mine.” And he holds up a hand and Dave watches as fire blooms in his palm, and then blazes along his veins. “Your father seems like a good man, so I won’t make this harder for him than it needs to be.”

Dave can barely hear him through the sheer terror, but it sounds like Anderson says, “You won’t commit suicide this time; it’ll just be a house fire, and you were groggy from your sleeping pills. It was very gentle.”

“No, please, don’t, I’m sorry, please, I don’t want to die,” Dave begs, but he’s dragged up the stairs, and fire surrounds him, and he can’t –

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(Kurt attends the funeral. Blaine goes with him, and holds Kurt’s hand, and lets Kurt cry on his shoulder.

Because Kurt is a much better person than he has ever been.)

Comments

[maldeluxx.livejournal.com]

I like Adam and not!Castiel's attitudes *lol* I think this crossover makes Supernatural look even more awesome XD

Arthur/Eames are awesome. :D
*hugs Chuck* Always liked him... and kind of like the actor too *grin*

This Blaine is very creepy and not likeable... I felt really sorry for Dave in this *brr* :-/

[tigriswolf]

I kinda feel bad for Dave, too.

Thanks for reading!

[animesiren.livejournal.com]

I really like the attitude in the Arthur/Eames one. Very nice work.

[tigriswolf]

Thank you!

[rekindle956.livejournal.com]

I really liked the Steve/Bucky one, thanks :)

[tigriswolf]

Thank you for reading!

[specialagentldy.livejournal.com]

Thanks for the Glee fic. Wow. I felt bad for Dave. Creepy/psycho Blaine is creepy/psycho! D:

[tigriswolf]

Thanks for reading!

[the-everbright.livejournal.com]

The Steve/Bucky thing is terrible, in the good way. There is a lot of hurt packed into a couple hundred words.

[tigriswolf]

Thanks for reading!