Ficlets and haiku and all sorts
I'm still sort of on hiatus - I don't feel ready to dive back into fandom yet, not while it's all so crazy. But I'm dipping my toe in. I'm hosting a spoilerfree chat about what we want to see in Supernatural this season (schneestern is hosting the spoilery version of the chat), both on spnroundtable. I've written some little Supernatural comment fics for setissma's SPN!Drabble Skirmish (you can still go over there and make requests or write, I think), and some haiku in assorted fandoms, and the talented newkidfan asked me to collaborate with her and write a little SGA mood piece for some gorgeous artwork she made.
Supernatural comment fics first. Both silly and schmoopy.
bribitribbit asked for Dean taking care of rabbit!Sam. Gen, PG, 311 words.
Dean's no pushover. Really, no matter what that sneaky bastard Sam might imply at times.
But.
He's got big brown eyes staring pleadingly up at him, and how's he supposed to deal with that? He already feels bad enough for booting the rabbit-Sam-away after he peed in Dean's boot. Sam had limped guiltily into the corner of the room, squeezed uncomfortably behind a heavy old chest of drawers, and wouldn't come out for hours. Eventually Dean had jumped in the car, driven miles to find a grocery store, and come back with every possible treat he could think of that a rabbit might like. The carrot had done the trick, and Sam had bounded over for that, no trace of the earlier limp. Dean would have called him on it, but he didn't want to have an argument with a rabbit. There are limits to how stupid he was willing to look, even in private.
So now he knows he ought to put his foot down and make Sam sleep on the old teeshirt Dean's laid out for him beside the bed, but Sam's nose is twitching pathetically and his eyes are so limpid it looks like he's practically crying, and it's all too much. Dean pats the pillow beside him with a helpless sigh, and Sam hops up onto the pillow, flops down, and then, dammit, goes and licks Dean's ear. Before Dean can even protest, Sam's wuffling softly, eyes closing as he makes himself comfortable next to Dean.
"We'll sort this out tomorrow, I promise," Dean says later, once he's turned the light out and it's dark - it doesn't seem so strange talking to a rabbit in the dark. He just hopes Sam understands. Seconds later, there's a cool nose pressed into the crook of his neck, and Dean reckons that's as good an answer as any.
~~~
lazy_daze asked for Sam/Dean, trimming Sam's hair. PG, 669 words.
It's gotten way past the point of minor irritation. Dean's been nagging at Sam for weeks to get his hair cut, but he's a stubborn little bitch - the more Dean nags or buys him pink butterfly clips and ribbons, the more Sam claims to like his bangs flopping half-way down his face. Doesn't matter that they both know Sam's lying, that Sam's just holding off on getting it cut to bug Dean. It's working like a charm.
Dean is well and truly bugged.
There's a final straw, of course, like there always is. And unsurprisingly, it involves the Impala, because while Dean loves Sam more than anyone, he loves the Impala more than any thing. So Sam practically driving the Impala into a ditch because he can't see where he's going is a guaranteed last straw.
Dean stays calm though - impressively so. He grits his teeth and insists on swapping seats, but he doesn't actually say anything, and his blood pressure probably goes back to normal in a few hours, which isn't bad in the circumstances. And Sam at least has the good sense to sit quietly in the passenger seat and not say anything. Which is handy, because it gives Dean some thinking time, and he gets to thinking about old times, and Pastor Jim's Bible stories. And he remembers Samson. Dean's feeling pretty sympathetic towards Samson's wife right now - he wonders if Samson ever drove the family cart off the road - and he's also thinking she was one smart lady, cutting his hair off, even if her reasons might have been a bit on the dodgy side.
Dean's motives are good, naturally. He has his brother's safety in mind - after all, you can't run from a demon if you can't see where you're going. And if he's not too bothered about how the cut looks, well, that's Sammy's own fault for being such a deliberate pain in the ass and not getting a proper cut when he had the chance.
It only takes a few extra shots with his beer that evening, and a couple hours later, Sam's snoring flat out on his back. Dean gives him an exploratory shove with his foot, and Sam just grunts once and goes back to snoring even louder - he's out for hours, so Dean's good to go. He's already got scissors, and he lifts a plastic bowl from the motel reception. It's a perfect size, sits like a cap on Sam's head.
Dean starts in the middle of Sam's forehead, trims right up against the bowl down either side of his face. It's high up on his forehead, inches falling off onto the pillow, and makes Sam look kinda weird, like one of those skinny emo singers he listens to, but at least he'll be able to see. Then he gives him an almighty shove, because he's a heavy fucker, and Sam rolls over, face in the pillow, and Dean does the back. The hair curls out under the bowl at the back, and for a moment Dean remembers his dad cutting Sam's hair for the first time, fluffy blonde curls falling into Dean's hand, and Dean nearly crying at seeing his baby brother losing his pretty curls. Sam had been fine about it until he'd seen Dean's face, and then he'd started bawling, and it had taken a strawberry popsicle and Dean holding his hand to get him to sit still and let Dad finish up.
Dean takes the bowl off when he's done, and can't quite stop himself running his fingers through Sam's hair. Silly, getting nostalgic and stuff. But later, when he's cleaned up the mess and gotten into bed beside Sam, his fingers linger at the nape of Sam's neck, and he almost misses the feel of hair against the back of his hands. At least, he tells himself, the look on Sam's face when he sees himself in the morning will be worth it. And it'll grow out, but he deliberately doesn't acknowledge that thought.
~~~
And some more silly Supernatural fluff that I haven't posted here: pranking fic. Dean, Sam, PGish, 200 words.
Dean isn't real easy to embarrass. He's a slob, and doesn't care who knows, and he'll smile bright and happy if you tell him he's a misogynist. It isn't that he doesn't get the insult - he's smarter than he pretends - he just has no shame. Not an ounce.
He'll even tell the story of the night he hit on a transsexual - got him (or her) into bed before he realized. He thinks it's hilarious, even did at the time, which kinda takes away all the fun of it for Sam.
Thing about being a brother, though, is that you get to learn what will embarrass him. Turns out, it's simple after all.
So Sam lovingly takes his hand when they walk along the sidewalk, or ruffles his hair casually when they're sitting in a diner, or calls him honey in front of the library assistant Dean's hitting on. Dean actually blushes sometimes, soft pink between his freckles. Sam has evidence, multiple copies password protected, though it nearly cost him his cell phone to get it.
Of course, next day Sam'll find ketchup in his boots, or Hilary Duff singing the welcome chime on his laptop. But it's always worth it.
~~~
And haiku written for the Small Fandom Haiku-a-thon.
Breath of Life [Pushing Daisies, Ned/Charlotte, no prompt]
Sunshine smile, like breath
of life. Ned wonders, did he
save her, or she him?
a maybe life [The History Boys, Posner, no prompt]
From Carfax Tower,
he sees a maybe life, a
would-be man. Lies, all.
where heaven meets hell [Good Omens, Aziraphale/Crowley, prompt: tangled wings]
A feather falls, floats
slow, unnoticed. Wings tangle -
black and white merging.
Sunday in the Park with Aziraphale [Good Omens, Aziraphale/Crowley, prompt: feeding the ducks]
I say, old chap, the
rain's stopped, let's feed the ducks.
Crowley agrees, then
wonders when the pure
and simple pleasures became
more fun than vices.
i carry your heart [Brokeback Mountain, Ennis/Jack, prompt: always in my heart]
Snow melts, time once more;
he climbs the mountain, lays a
solitary bud.
And finally, newkidfan emailed me the other day to say she'd created a Stargate Atlantis story in collage form and wanted words for it - I was just thrilled to be able to collaborate with her. The collage is gorgeous, wonderfully inspiring. I've stolen her thumbnail to link to it - do go and give her praise!
ETA: javajunkie13 wrote me a gorgeous little Dean/Sam wingfic snippet here and ggreenapple wrote a searingly, cruely beautiful one here. ♥
Supernatural comment fics first. Both silly and schmoopy.
bribitribbit asked for Dean taking care of rabbit!Sam. Gen, PG, 311 words.
Dean's no pushover. Really, no matter what that sneaky bastard Sam might imply at times.
But.
He's got big brown eyes staring pleadingly up at him, and how's he supposed to deal with that? He already feels bad enough for booting the rabbit-Sam-away after he peed in Dean's boot. Sam had limped guiltily into the corner of the room, squeezed uncomfortably behind a heavy old chest of drawers, and wouldn't come out for hours. Eventually Dean had jumped in the car, driven miles to find a grocery store, and come back with every possible treat he could think of that a rabbit might like. The carrot had done the trick, and Sam had bounded over for that, no trace of the earlier limp. Dean would have called him on it, but he didn't want to have an argument with a rabbit. There are limits to how stupid he was willing to look, even in private.
So now he knows he ought to put his foot down and make Sam sleep on the old teeshirt Dean's laid out for him beside the bed, but Sam's nose is twitching pathetically and his eyes are so limpid it looks like he's practically crying, and it's all too much. Dean pats the pillow beside him with a helpless sigh, and Sam hops up onto the pillow, flops down, and then, dammit, goes and licks Dean's ear. Before Dean can even protest, Sam's wuffling softly, eyes closing as he makes himself comfortable next to Dean.
"We'll sort this out tomorrow, I promise," Dean says later, once he's turned the light out and it's dark - it doesn't seem so strange talking to a rabbit in the dark. He just hopes Sam understands. Seconds later, there's a cool nose pressed into the crook of his neck, and Dean reckons that's as good an answer as any.
~~~
lazy_daze asked for Sam/Dean, trimming Sam's hair. PG, 669 words.
It's gotten way past the point of minor irritation. Dean's been nagging at Sam for weeks to get his hair cut, but he's a stubborn little bitch - the more Dean nags or buys him pink butterfly clips and ribbons, the more Sam claims to like his bangs flopping half-way down his face. Doesn't matter that they both know Sam's lying, that Sam's just holding off on getting it cut to bug Dean. It's working like a charm.
Dean is well and truly bugged.
There's a final straw, of course, like there always is. And unsurprisingly, it involves the Impala, because while Dean loves Sam more than anyone, he loves the Impala more than any thing. So Sam practically driving the Impala into a ditch because he can't see where he's going is a guaranteed last straw.
Dean stays calm though - impressively so. He grits his teeth and insists on swapping seats, but he doesn't actually say anything, and his blood pressure probably goes back to normal in a few hours, which isn't bad in the circumstances. And Sam at least has the good sense to sit quietly in the passenger seat and not say anything. Which is handy, because it gives Dean some thinking time, and he gets to thinking about old times, and Pastor Jim's Bible stories. And he remembers Samson. Dean's feeling pretty sympathetic towards Samson's wife right now - he wonders if Samson ever drove the family cart off the road - and he's also thinking she was one smart lady, cutting his hair off, even if her reasons might have been a bit on the dodgy side.
Dean's motives are good, naturally. He has his brother's safety in mind - after all, you can't run from a demon if you can't see where you're going. And if he's not too bothered about how the cut looks, well, that's Sammy's own fault for being such a deliberate pain in the ass and not getting a proper cut when he had the chance.
It only takes a few extra shots with his beer that evening, and a couple hours later, Sam's snoring flat out on his back. Dean gives him an exploratory shove with his foot, and Sam just grunts once and goes back to snoring even louder - he's out for hours, so Dean's good to go. He's already got scissors, and he lifts a plastic bowl from the motel reception. It's a perfect size, sits like a cap on Sam's head.
Dean starts in the middle of Sam's forehead, trims right up against the bowl down either side of his face. It's high up on his forehead, inches falling off onto the pillow, and makes Sam look kinda weird, like one of those skinny emo singers he listens to, but at least he'll be able to see. Then he gives him an almighty shove, because he's a heavy fucker, and Sam rolls over, face in the pillow, and Dean does the back. The hair curls out under the bowl at the back, and for a moment Dean remembers his dad cutting Sam's hair for the first time, fluffy blonde curls falling into Dean's hand, and Dean nearly crying at seeing his baby brother losing his pretty curls. Sam had been fine about it until he'd seen Dean's face, and then he'd started bawling, and it had taken a strawberry popsicle and Dean holding his hand to get him to sit still and let Dad finish up.
Dean takes the bowl off when he's done, and can't quite stop himself running his fingers through Sam's hair. Silly, getting nostalgic and stuff. But later, when he's cleaned up the mess and gotten into bed beside Sam, his fingers linger at the nape of Sam's neck, and he almost misses the feel of hair against the back of his hands. At least, he tells himself, the look on Sam's face when he sees himself in the morning will be worth it. And it'll grow out, but he deliberately doesn't acknowledge that thought.
~~~
And some more silly Supernatural fluff that I haven't posted here: pranking fic. Dean, Sam, PGish, 200 words.
Dean isn't real easy to embarrass. He's a slob, and doesn't care who knows, and he'll smile bright and happy if you tell him he's a misogynist. It isn't that he doesn't get the insult - he's smarter than he pretends - he just has no shame. Not an ounce.
He'll even tell the story of the night he hit on a transsexual - got him (or her) into bed before he realized. He thinks it's hilarious, even did at the time, which kinda takes away all the fun of it for Sam.
Thing about being a brother, though, is that you get to learn what will embarrass him. Turns out, it's simple after all.
So Sam lovingly takes his hand when they walk along the sidewalk, or ruffles his hair casually when they're sitting in a diner, or calls him honey in front of the library assistant Dean's hitting on. Dean actually blushes sometimes, soft pink between his freckles. Sam has evidence, multiple copies password protected, though it nearly cost him his cell phone to get it.
Of course, next day Sam'll find ketchup in his boots, or Hilary Duff singing the welcome chime on his laptop. But it's always worth it.
~~~
And haiku written for the Small Fandom Haiku-a-thon.
Breath of Life [Pushing Daisies, Ned/Charlotte, no prompt]
Sunshine smile, like breath
of life. Ned wonders, did he
save her, or she him?
a maybe life [The History Boys, Posner, no prompt]
From Carfax Tower,
he sees a maybe life, a
would-be man. Lies, all.
where heaven meets hell [Good Omens, Aziraphale/Crowley, prompt: tangled wings]
A feather falls, floats
slow, unnoticed. Wings tangle -
black and white merging.
Sunday in the Park with Aziraphale [Good Omens, Aziraphale/Crowley, prompt: feeding the ducks]
I say, old chap, the
rain's stopped, let's feed the ducks.
Crowley agrees, then
wonders when the pure
and simple pleasures became
more fun than vices.
i carry your heart [Brokeback Mountain, Ennis/Jack, prompt: always in my heart]
Snow melts, time once more;
he climbs the mountain, lays a
solitary bud.
And finally, newkidfan emailed me the other day to say she'd created a Stargate Atlantis story in collage form and wanted words for it - I was just thrilled to be able to collaborate with her. The collage is gorgeous, wonderfully inspiring. I've stolen her thumbnail to link to it - do go and give her praise!
ETA: javajunkie13 wrote me a gorgeous little Dean/Sam wingfic snippet here and ggreenapple wrote a searingly, cruely beautiful one here. ♥