comment_fic 611-615: Pooh Bear, SN, Sherlock, HL, Inception
Title: sometimes, you just gotta move
Fandom: Winnie the Pooh
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: fluffy
Pairings: implied Rabbit/Tigger?
Rating: G
Wordcount: 42
Point of view: third
Prompt: Winnie the Pooh, Tigger/Rabbit, arguement
"Stop. Bouncing. Through. MY GARDEN!" Rabbit yells, swinging his last - destroyed - carrot around, almost hitting Tigger in the face.
Tigger blinks at him, tail still twitching from his epic bouncing.
“I go where the bounce takes me,” he explains, pouncing.
Title: shared blood, shared curse
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: takes place in Hell; post season 5
Pairings: non-con Meg/Adam
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 42
Point of view: third
Prompt: Supernatural; Meg/Adam; she's always had a thing for Winchesters.
Murmuring, hey, pretty boy, she circles him, caressing his skin with stolen fingers.
He shudders; of course he does. The cage was quiet, dark, and cold.
This is her workroom. Nothing is quiet, or dark, or cold.
He tastes like his brothers.
Title: love notes
Fandom: Sherlock (BBC)
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: takes place after Great Game
Pairings: implied John/Sherlock
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 42
Point of view: third
Prompt: Sherlock (BBC), Sherlock/John, these are the ways I show my devotion
Note: In case it's unclear: odd numbers are John, even are Sherlock.
1. buy milk, eggs, jam, bread - don't forget meeting at 3! Mycroft wants a chat.
2. Solved crime. Easy. Explained in small words. Lestrade suitably impressed.
3. BREAD
4. Bored now. Why are ordinary people so dull?
5. Angelo's at 8
6. Never go away again.
6.5. Please.
Title: Until the moss had reached our lips and covered up our names
Fandom: Highlander
Disclaimer: not my characters; quotes from "Comes a Horseman"; title from Dickinson
Warnings: post-series
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 235
Point of view: third
Prompt: Any, any, I've been through a thousand yesterdays / not every step I can retrace
His journals are a treasure-trove for the children grasping with nervous fingers, guessing at what once was. If anyone could find them, could read them - five thousand years of knowledge, of history. Longer even, but that is when writing started.
(There was writing before that, of course. Nothing any of today's children would recognize, but writing nonetheless.)
Ask him a question; he'll tell a lie. Call him a liar; he'll smile.
You know what I was? Death. Death on a horse.
The history books are full of his exploits. Can he be trusted? Of course not. Is he a killer? Yes. Oh, yes. Is that what you want to hear?
History was. His story is. Call him the first, the oldest, possibly the greatest - he survives. Pyramids crumble and mountains erode, and he was there before them, during them, after them... thousands of years. Longer. Five thousand and more still.
Call him a liar. Call him a god. Both and neither and always.
History remembers him with a thousand names. He has walked a thousand roads, a thousand times, five thousand years.
He is older than writing. Older than fire. Older than any language the children, grasping with nervous fingers, would understand.
(How old are you? one such child asks, dear honorable Duncan MacLeod.
Five thousand, he says. That's the first I remember.
Old, he thinks. Child, you don't know the meaning of the word.)
Title: your dream moves summers inside my mind
Fandom: Inception
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Anne Sexton
Warnings: somewhat abstract; quite weird
Pairings: implied Arthur/Eames
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 175
Point of view: third
Prompt: Author's Choice, Author's Choice, Woke up, fell out of bed/Dragged a comb across my head/Found my way downstairs and drank a cup/And looking up I noticed I was late/Found my coat and grabbed my hat/Made the bus in seconds flat/Found my way upstairs and had a smoke/And somebody spoke and I went into a dream (A Day In A Life)
He's instantly awake. The first thing he thinks: it's a dream.
The second: Eames.
0o0
The last thing he remembers... agreeing to work with Cobb, his first job in three years. Phil and Jimmy are staying with Mal's parents, Ariadne's joined them, Saito's footing the bill - nothing too expensive for Cobb's first extraction since he got his life back.
No one could get ahold of Eames. Not even Arthur.
0o0
Arthur goes about his usual routine, cataloging everything. The dream is flawless. Even his totem works.
The thing about totems was always bullshit anyway.
0o0
"What are you going to do, Arthur?" a projection of Cobb asks. Or maybe it's a forger.
Arthur shrugs, sipping his coffee. "What I always do," he answers. Let the fuckers chew on that. He hopes they choke on it.
0o0
The thing about Arthur is this: he's always dreaming.
The thing about Eames is this: he's the only thing that's real.
0o0
Awake or asleep, Arthur is the best.
Only Eames knows that all the world is a dream.