comment_fic 766-770: Glee, BtVS/SN, HP, Percy Jackson
Title: one day
Fandom: Glee
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: bullying/violence; pre-series
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 100
Point of view: third
Prompt: Glee, Kurt + bullies, "Mean" (Taylor Swift)
He wakes up in the morning and thinks, One day, they'll work for me.
He goes to school and thinks, One day, they'll work for me.
He lands in the dumpster and thinks, One day, I'll fire the lot of them.
He climbs out of the dumpster, he washes off the slushie, he hits the locker and closes his eyes -
Three more years. He can last that long because he is leaving this town and never looking back.
One day, he'll be gone. He'll be free.
They'll still be stuck here and won't even know what a tragedy that is.
Title: Xander's type
Fandom: Supernatural/Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: AU for both series; post-BtVS and I know nothing of the comics
Pairings: pre-Jo/Xander
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 85
Point of view: third
Prompt: Buffy/Supernatural, Xander/Jo, the need to fight evil things.
Xander's type is girls not even half his size who can kick his ass. This one, tiny and blonde and loud reminds him so much of Buffy it hurts.
But she's not Buffy. She's sharp and hard in ways Buffy wasn't until the end, and she holds that rifle on him until Xander passes every test, and then she smiles at him, all dangerous and lovely, and she says, "Jo."
"Xander," he says, and already knows he'll die for her, if she'd let him.
Title: moonbright
Fandom: Harry Potter
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: AU pre-series
Pairings: Remus/Sirius, James/Lily
Rating: PG(13)
Wordcount: 515
Point of view: third
Prompt: Harry Potter, Remus/Sirius, Remus was the Potters' secret-keeper
He takes the secret and he runs. He leaves anywhere he's ever been, loses himself on the continent, tries to forget who he was and who he left behind.
The wolf explodes out of him and Remus is gone.
.
A dozen or more moons have risen and faded when the not-wolf noses at the entrance of the den.
The wolf growls; the not-wolf whines.
The not-wolf smells familiar; like home, and pack, and safe. The not-wolf crouches down and shoves his head into the den, so the wolf lunges for him, teeth bared.
The not-wolf whines again, going all the way onto his belly, rolling over as much as he can, still in the entrance. Then he backs away, rolling over completely as the wolf slinks out.
The wolf stares down at him. The not-wolf stays still, stays quiet, belly in easy reach and throat bared, and the wolf explores at his leisure, and the scent is so familiar. From the before. From the man.
The wolf flinches back, and growls, and runs.
The not-wolf chases.
.
The not-wolf stays far enough back that the wolf can ignore him, but never leaves.
Moons rise and fade, and the wolf begins to remember the man. More than the pain, than the fear, than the regret, than the disappointment and despair. He remembers laughter, and play, and loping together in a dark wood, moon high and pack all around him.
The wolf whimpers, and then he howls, and the not-wolf creeps close, whining low and soft, and the wolf - the wolf lets him, lost and confused and frightened. The not-wolf stands beside him, warm and strong, and presses in, rumbling gently.
The wolf is tired. He's run as far as he can.
The man says, Sleep.
The wolf collapses into the not-wolf, and cries, Let me.
.
Sirius is there when Remus wakes, both naked and needing baths. "Hullo, Moony," Sirius says, voice rusty and hoarse.
"Padfoot," Remus manages after a moment of effort. "How long - "
"Three years," Sirius tells him, standing and stretching. "It took me three years to find you. I don't know - I left my wand in Gringotts' Munich branch before setting out. I've no idea how long it's been since then."
Remus winces and decides to try standing. Sirius hurries over to help steady him, and Remus waits until he's caught his balance to ask, "What about - "
"Prongs and Lils are safe," Sirius assures him, his arm strong around Remus' back. "So's Harry. Lily was pregnant again when I left." Sirius leans again, resting his forehead on Remus'. "Peter sold us all out, Moony. He thought - I don't even know. Dumbledore burnt himself out killing Vold- Voldemort. But he's gone, and we're safe, and we're alive, and you can come home now." He pauses, voice breaking. Remus stares into his eyes, as Sirius murmurs, "Please come home with me."
"I'm tired," Remus says. "Padfoot, I'm so tired."
Sirius nods, wrapping himself around Remus, and he promises, "I'm here now. You can rest, Remus. I'm here, and I've got you."
Remus closes his eyes and believes.
Title: dessert
Fandom: Glee
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: fluff; future!fic
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine
Rating: PG
Wordcount:100
Point of view: third
Prompt: Any, any, comfort food
Note: if I'd been allowed more than a hundred words, they'd have been turned into serial killers.
Kurt's mom used to make chocolate cupcakes that she'd ice with a peanut butter glaze. She didn't call them Reeses, but Kurt knew that's what they were.
He told Blaine about those cupcakes during one of their first nights together at Dalton.
On their fifth anniversary, Blaine greets him at the door with a platter of cupcakes and a sheepish expression, because, as he tells it, "I know they're not as good, but I wanted to do something - "
Kurt smiles and plucks one off the platter, takes a bite and kisses Blaine, tasting of peanut butter and chocolate.
Title: daring the sea
Fandom: Percy Jackson and the Olympians movieverse
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Anne Sexton
Warnings: future!fic AU; movieverse
Pairings: Luke/Percy
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 220
Point of view: third
Prompt: Percy Jackson & the Olympians (movieverse or AU), Luke/Percy (&others), when he said "I'd turn to the dark side for you," he never dreamed he'd ever be faced with the choice
"What would you do for me?" Luke asks quietly one night, while they're laying on the edge of the lake, looking up at the stars.
"I'd do anything," Percy tells him. He still remembers how the lightning felt between his fingers, remembers thinking, If you'd just asked...
Luke chuckles; it sounds bitter and resigned, and he murmurs, "You'd turn to the dark side for me?"
Percy tilts his head but Luke keeps staring at the stars. "I'd do whatever you needed," he promises, curling in closer.
Lightning flashes, high in the sky.
.
Once a thief, Percy thinks, watching Zeus rant and rail. Annabeth and Grover are terrified, Poseidon thundering his fury into his brother's face, the rest of the pantheon keeping their heads down.
Last time he was in the situation, Percy wasn't really given a choice. He didn't know everything, then. He didn't know what was important.
Luke keeps his silence, head held high. Alone, he's doomed to fail. Alone, he'll be blamed for everything that's wrong, painted as a total villain, ignored and forgotten - and nothing at all will change.
I swore to do anything for you, Percy thinks, so he steps up next to Luke, takes his hand, and whispers, "Let's get out of here, lover."
"Yeah," Luke whispers back, and Annabeth shouts, "Percy!" but they're gone.
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Fandom: Glee
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: bullying/violence; pre-series
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 100
Point of view: third
Prompt: Glee, Kurt + bullies, "Mean" (Taylor Swift)
He wakes up in the morning and thinks, One day, they'll work for me.
He goes to school and thinks, One day, they'll work for me.
He lands in the dumpster and thinks, One day, I'll fire the lot of them.
He climbs out of the dumpster, he washes off the slushie, he hits the locker and closes his eyes -
Three more years. He can last that long because he is leaving this town and never looking back.
One day, he'll be gone. He'll be free.
They'll still be stuck here and won't even know what a tragedy that is.
Title: Xander's type
Fandom: Supernatural/Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: AU for both series; post-BtVS and I know nothing of the comics
Pairings: pre-Jo/Xander
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 85
Point of view: third
Prompt: Buffy/Supernatural, Xander/Jo, the need to fight evil things.
Xander's type is girls not even half his size who can kick his ass. This one, tiny and blonde and loud reminds him so much of Buffy it hurts.
But she's not Buffy. She's sharp and hard in ways Buffy wasn't until the end, and she holds that rifle on him until Xander passes every test, and then she smiles at him, all dangerous and lovely, and she says, "Jo."
"Xander," he says, and already knows he'll die for her, if she'd let him.
Title: moonbright
Fandom: Harry Potter
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: AU pre-series
Pairings: Remus/Sirius, James/Lily
Rating: PG(13)
Wordcount: 515
Point of view: third
Prompt: Harry Potter, Remus/Sirius, Remus was the Potters' secret-keeper
He takes the secret and he runs. He leaves anywhere he's ever been, loses himself on the continent, tries to forget who he was and who he left behind.
The wolf explodes out of him and Remus is gone.
.
A dozen or more moons have risen and faded when the not-wolf noses at the entrance of the den.
The wolf growls; the not-wolf whines.
The not-wolf smells familiar; like home, and pack, and safe. The not-wolf crouches down and shoves his head into the den, so the wolf lunges for him, teeth bared.
The not-wolf whines again, going all the way onto his belly, rolling over as much as he can, still in the entrance. Then he backs away, rolling over completely as the wolf slinks out.
The wolf stares down at him. The not-wolf stays still, stays quiet, belly in easy reach and throat bared, and the wolf explores at his leisure, and the scent is so familiar. From the before. From the man.
The wolf flinches back, and growls, and runs.
The not-wolf chases.
.
The not-wolf stays far enough back that the wolf can ignore him, but never leaves.
Moons rise and fade, and the wolf begins to remember the man. More than the pain, than the fear, than the regret, than the disappointment and despair. He remembers laughter, and play, and loping together in a dark wood, moon high and pack all around him.
The wolf whimpers, and then he howls, and the not-wolf creeps close, whining low and soft, and the wolf - the wolf lets him, lost and confused and frightened. The not-wolf stands beside him, warm and strong, and presses in, rumbling gently.
The wolf is tired. He's run as far as he can.
The man says, Sleep.
The wolf collapses into the not-wolf, and cries, Let me.
.
Sirius is there when Remus wakes, both naked and needing baths. "Hullo, Moony," Sirius says, voice rusty and hoarse.
"Padfoot," Remus manages after a moment of effort. "How long - "
"Three years," Sirius tells him, standing and stretching. "It took me three years to find you. I don't know - I left my wand in Gringotts' Munich branch before setting out. I've no idea how long it's been since then."
Remus winces and decides to try standing. Sirius hurries over to help steady him, and Remus waits until he's caught his balance to ask, "What about - "
"Prongs and Lils are safe," Sirius assures him, his arm strong around Remus' back. "So's Harry. Lily was pregnant again when I left." Sirius leans again, resting his forehead on Remus'. "Peter sold us all out, Moony. He thought - I don't even know. Dumbledore burnt himself out killing Vold- Voldemort. But he's gone, and we're safe, and we're alive, and you can come home now." He pauses, voice breaking. Remus stares into his eyes, as Sirius murmurs, "Please come home with me."
"I'm tired," Remus says. "Padfoot, I'm so tired."
Sirius nods, wrapping himself around Remus, and he promises, "I'm here now. You can rest, Remus. I'm here, and I've got you."
Remus closes his eyes and believes.
Title: dessert
Fandom: Glee
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: fluff; future!fic
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine
Rating: PG
Wordcount:100
Point of view: third
Prompt: Any, any, comfort food
Note: if I'd been allowed more than a hundred words, they'd have been turned into serial killers.
Kurt's mom used to make chocolate cupcakes that she'd ice with a peanut butter glaze. She didn't call them Reeses, but Kurt knew that's what they were.
He told Blaine about those cupcakes during one of their first nights together at Dalton.
On their fifth anniversary, Blaine greets him at the door with a platter of cupcakes and a sheepish expression, because, as he tells it, "I know they're not as good, but I wanted to do something - "
Kurt smiles and plucks one off the platter, takes a bite and kisses Blaine, tasting of peanut butter and chocolate.
Title: daring the sea
Fandom: Percy Jackson and the Olympians movieverse
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Anne Sexton
Warnings: future!fic AU; movieverse
Pairings: Luke/Percy
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 220
Point of view: third
Prompt: Percy Jackson & the Olympians (movieverse or AU), Luke/Percy (&others), when he said "I'd turn to the dark side for you," he never dreamed he'd ever be faced with the choice
"What would you do for me?" Luke asks quietly one night, while they're laying on the edge of the lake, looking up at the stars.
"I'd do anything," Percy tells him. He still remembers how the lightning felt between his fingers, remembers thinking, If you'd just asked...
Luke chuckles; it sounds bitter and resigned, and he murmurs, "You'd turn to the dark side for me?"
Percy tilts his head but Luke keeps staring at the stars. "I'd do whatever you needed," he promises, curling in closer.
Lightning flashes, high in the sky.
.
Once a thief, Percy thinks, watching Zeus rant and rail. Annabeth and Grover are terrified, Poseidon thundering his fury into his brother's face, the rest of the pantheon keeping their heads down.
Last time he was in the situation, Percy wasn't really given a choice. He didn't know everything, then. He didn't know what was important.
Luke keeps his silence, head held high. Alone, he's doomed to fail. Alone, he'll be blamed for everything that's wrong, painted as a total villain, ignored and forgotten - and nothing at all will change.
I swore to do anything for you, Percy thinks, so he steps up next to Luke, takes his hand, and whispers, "Let's get out of here, lover."
"Yeah," Luke whispers back, and Annabeth shouts, "Percy!" but they're gone.
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