comment_fic 970-974: Charmed, original, HP, SN, BtVS/AtS
Title: what comes after
Fandom: Charmed
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: changed future
Pairings: Chris/Bianca
Rating: G
Wordcount: 390
Point of view: third
Prompt: Charmed, Chris/Bianca, their first meeting in the changed future.
When Bianca is six years old, her life changes: Mama no longer takes bounties. When Bianca asks her why, Mama just smiles at her and says, “I’m tired of killing, sweetie.”
…
They find a permanent home. Mama sends her to Knox Academy instead of hiding and teaching everything herself. Bianca makes friends quickly because she doesn’t have to lie anymore.
“Are you happy?” Mama asks her every few weeks.
Bianca always says, “Yes, Mama,” because she is.
…
She grows up and decides to become a social worker because she wants to help people and magic is good for lots of things, but sometimes it doesn’t work the way it should. She goes to a non-magical university and makes more friends and every day, Mom scries her to ask, “Are you happy?”
She always is, even on bad days.
…
When Bianca is 26, on the way to her first trial, she sees a Charmed One’s son coming out of a bookstore. The Charmed Ones and their families had been well covered in History of Magic.
He sees her, too, and he smiles.
Three days later, she returns to that bookstore just because. He’s sitting at the café, drinking coffee and reading the Harry Potter sequel, and she can’t help herself.
“Really?” she asks. “How’s Hogwarts compare to your school?”
He looks up at her, laughing, and stands. “Chris,” he says. “Chris Halliwell.”
“Bianca Reynolds,” she replies.
…
Chris is currently attending a non-magical college because he wants a life outside of magic. His older brother, he complains, constantly gives him a hard time about it, and Bianca gives him some advice on how to cope. He doesn’t know what, exactly, he’ll do -
He eventually settles on social work and Bianca can’t stop smiling for days.
…
When she meets the Charmed Ones for the first time, still as Chris’ friend, they all look at her oddly for a little while. She ignores them, instead following Chris as he gives her a tour of the famous Manor.
Wyatt doesn’t trust her because she’s a phoenix; Melinda thinks she’s cool for the same reason. The various and sundry cousins fall somewhere on the scale, but the only person who matters is Chris.
…
She kisses him at his graduation.
“It feels like I’ve known you forever,” he murmurs, holding her close.
She smiles. “Maybe you have.”
Title: invitations
Fandom: fairy tales
Disclaimer: everyone’s mine except that one fairy
Rating: PG
Warnings:
Pairings: OC/OC
Wordcount: 100
Point of view: third
Prompt: any, any, like a picture book fairy tale
“Did you send invitations to all the fairies in the realm?” Margaret asks her brother.
“Of course,” Thomas replies, tilting his head imperiously and then quickly reaching up to steady the crown.
“I shall doublecheck anyway,” she says.
.
Prince Daniel’s nameday dawns bright and clear. Eighteen fairies have been invited; four sent back notices they would attend.
Five fairies show up but Margaret had taken great care to ensure that even if twenty-five did, there would be golden dishes for them all.
The self-proclaimed Mistress of All Evil smiles down at the prince and gifts him with sensing all poisons.
Title: where I reign king
Fandom: Harry Potter
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Milton
Warnings: AU; implied abuse
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 310
Point of view: third
Prompt: Harry Potter, Harry, the Dursleys were a lot more abusive than it's implied in the books, and as a result it's a very distrustful Harry that finally arrives at Hogwarts.
He follows the family of redheads to the entrance and goes through. He leaves the trolley with his trunk by the rest of the luggage waiting to be stowed and slips onto the train, looking for an out-of-the-way place to settle.
And he watches everyone. This is his chance to get away from the Dursleys. He’ll need to study the rules of this society, need to see how it works, but he’ll do whatever it takes. Hagrid was nice but he can’t trust the man - can’t trust anyone but himself. He learned that well.
Hagrid leads them to little boats, says, “No more’n four!” and then greets him with a broad smile. He nods back and chooses a boat with one of the redheads, a girl, and the boy who couldn’t keep track of his toad. The redhead and the girl talk about magic while the other boy tries not to fall out of the boat.
It’s a big place, this Hogwarts. Hopefully easy to get lost in. There was nowhere to hide at Privet Drive.
.
The Hat settles onto him with a hum. This is very interesting, the Hat says. Not quite what they expected, I think. What to do with you?
I don’t want to be noticed, he says.
You’ll be noticed no matter what, my dear boy, the Hat says. But I can place you where you will be underestimated - and where you might get the care you sorely need.
The Hat shouts, “HUFFLEPUFF!”
.
Hufflepuff is the House of the hard workers, of loyalty.
He smiles up at the canopy above his bed. His wand is under the pillow. A stack of etiquette books and history texts is spread out along the side closest to his roommates.
If he plays this right, he’ll have them all following him. And whatever plans are in place for him - he’ll be ready.
Title: sigils and salt lines
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: pre-series AU
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 185
Point of view: third
Prompt: Supernatural, Jo Harvelle/+Jessica Moore, Jess's new roommate is a little strange
"Hey, I'm Jo!" she says, holding out a hand.
"Jessica Moore," Jess says, taking her hand and shaking it. "Where you from?"
Jo laughs. "The ass-end of nowhere, Nebraska. You?"
"Phoenix," Jess answers.
.
They compare schedules but the only thing they have together is English. They agree to eat lunch together every other day because at least they'll have one friend.
The thing is, Jessica makes friends easily. By the end of the second week, she's got study groups going for all of her classes, is meeting other girls and some of the guys for coffee, and it's as amazing as she'd hoped college would be.
But Jo - Jo hangs out in the room and studies alone. She always has a good reason, but Jess is just...
Finally, she says, "Jo, you're coming out with me tonight. I'm meeting Dan and his roommate for drinks."
"But -" Jo tries to protest.
Jess cuts her off. "If you hate it, we'll leave. But you've gotta get out of this room for more than class, okay?"
"Ugh, fine," Jo says. "What's the roommate's name?"
"Sam," Jess says.
Title: let’s let a little be
Fandom: BtVS/AtS
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Adrienne Rich
Warnings: takes place just before Buffy’s first ep
Pairings: mentions of Buffy/Angel
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 395
Point of view: third
Prompt: BtVS/AtS, Future!Willow+Angel, She has news for him.
She approaches on his second night in Sunnydale. He doesn't hear, smell, or see her coming -- she's just suddenly in front of him, bright green eyes and snow white hair, even though she looks like she can't be more than 30.
"Angel," she says warmly. "Wow, you look so good." She laughs. "I guess that's not a surprise, though."
He backs up. "Who are you?" he asks.
She straightens. "We haven't met yet," she says. "And I -- I've tried everything else. This is the last resort."
That does not sound good. He gets ready to attack or flee and she holds up a hand. "I'm not here to fight, Angel," she says earnestly. "I'm here to warn you."
She takes a deep breath, exhales slowly, and says, "You're going to fall in love with the Slayer. You cannot let it go anywhere. Even if feels like your insides are being torn out, don't kiss her, don't flirt with her, and never ever have sex with her."
He blinks at her. "What?"
And the woman reaches for him, grabbing his hand. "You're a good guy, Angel, and the Slayer's one of the best people I've ever known. But it starts here, in Sunnydale. And I've seen how it ends." Bleakly, she repeats, "I've tried everything else."
"How do I know I can trust you?" Angel asks, because he really doesn't. He doesn't trust anyone, not even Whistler.
"You just spent decades eating rats because you have a soul," she says. "Your last childe was Sam Lawson. You feel guilt for everything Angelus did even though it wasn’t you.” She smiles sadly and drops his hand. “You’ll trust me because you’re terrified that I’m right when I say the world will die if you don’t.”
She nods firmly. “When you see the me-that-belongs-here, don’t react. She’s… she’s so young, Angel. She won’t have any answers.”
The woman steps back, wind rising around her. “I really hope this works,” she confesses. “If it doesn’t…” And she’s gone, as silently as she arrived.
Angel blinks and then he listens as hard as he can. Nothing. He hurries to his apartment and stays holed up for three days, until he has to act to warn the Slayer.
With the white-haired woman’s words ringing in his head, Angel doesn’t flirt with the girl.
He hopes it’s the right thing to do.
Fandom: Charmed
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: changed future
Pairings: Chris/Bianca
Rating: G
Wordcount: 390
Point of view: third
Prompt: Charmed, Chris/Bianca, their first meeting in the changed future.
When Bianca is six years old, her life changes: Mama no longer takes bounties. When Bianca asks her why, Mama just smiles at her and says, “I’m tired of killing, sweetie.”
…
They find a permanent home. Mama sends her to Knox Academy instead of hiding and teaching everything herself. Bianca makes friends quickly because she doesn’t have to lie anymore.
“Are you happy?” Mama asks her every few weeks.
Bianca always says, “Yes, Mama,” because she is.
…
She grows up and decides to become a social worker because she wants to help people and magic is good for lots of things, but sometimes it doesn’t work the way it should. She goes to a non-magical university and makes more friends and every day, Mom scries her to ask, “Are you happy?”
She always is, even on bad days.
…
When Bianca is 26, on the way to her first trial, she sees a Charmed One’s son coming out of a bookstore. The Charmed Ones and their families had been well covered in History of Magic.
He sees her, too, and he smiles.
Three days later, she returns to that bookstore just because. He’s sitting at the café, drinking coffee and reading the Harry Potter sequel, and she can’t help herself.
“Really?” she asks. “How’s Hogwarts compare to your school?”
He looks up at her, laughing, and stands. “Chris,” he says. “Chris Halliwell.”
“Bianca Reynolds,” she replies.
…
Chris is currently attending a non-magical college because he wants a life outside of magic. His older brother, he complains, constantly gives him a hard time about it, and Bianca gives him some advice on how to cope. He doesn’t know what, exactly, he’ll do -
He eventually settles on social work and Bianca can’t stop smiling for days.
…
When she meets the Charmed Ones for the first time, still as Chris’ friend, they all look at her oddly for a little while. She ignores them, instead following Chris as he gives her a tour of the famous Manor.
Wyatt doesn’t trust her because she’s a phoenix; Melinda thinks she’s cool for the same reason. The various and sundry cousins fall somewhere on the scale, but the only person who matters is Chris.
…
She kisses him at his graduation.
“It feels like I’ve known you forever,” he murmurs, holding her close.
She smiles. “Maybe you have.”
Title: invitations
Fandom: fairy tales
Disclaimer: everyone’s mine except that one fairy
Rating: PG
Warnings:
Pairings: OC/OC
Wordcount: 100
Point of view: third
Prompt: any, any, like a picture book fairy tale
“Did you send invitations to all the fairies in the realm?” Margaret asks her brother.
“Of course,” Thomas replies, tilting his head imperiously and then quickly reaching up to steady the crown.
“I shall doublecheck anyway,” she says.
.
Prince Daniel’s nameday dawns bright and clear. Eighteen fairies have been invited; four sent back notices they would attend.
Five fairies show up but Margaret had taken great care to ensure that even if twenty-five did, there would be golden dishes for them all.
The self-proclaimed Mistress of All Evil smiles down at the prince and gifts him with sensing all poisons.
Title: where I reign king
Fandom: Harry Potter
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Milton
Warnings: AU; implied abuse
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 310
Point of view: third
Prompt: Harry Potter, Harry, the Dursleys were a lot more abusive than it's implied in the books, and as a result it's a very distrustful Harry that finally arrives at Hogwarts.
He follows the family of redheads to the entrance and goes through. He leaves the trolley with his trunk by the rest of the luggage waiting to be stowed and slips onto the train, looking for an out-of-the-way place to settle.
And he watches everyone. This is his chance to get away from the Dursleys. He’ll need to study the rules of this society, need to see how it works, but he’ll do whatever it takes. Hagrid was nice but he can’t trust the man - can’t trust anyone but himself. He learned that well.
Hagrid leads them to little boats, says, “No more’n four!” and then greets him with a broad smile. He nods back and chooses a boat with one of the redheads, a girl, and the boy who couldn’t keep track of his toad. The redhead and the girl talk about magic while the other boy tries not to fall out of the boat.
It’s a big place, this Hogwarts. Hopefully easy to get lost in. There was nowhere to hide at Privet Drive.
.
The Hat settles onto him with a hum. This is very interesting, the Hat says. Not quite what they expected, I think. What to do with you?
I don’t want to be noticed, he says.
You’ll be noticed no matter what, my dear boy, the Hat says. But I can place you where you will be underestimated - and where you might get the care you sorely need.
The Hat shouts, “HUFFLEPUFF!”
.
Hufflepuff is the House of the hard workers, of loyalty.
He smiles up at the canopy above his bed. His wand is under the pillow. A stack of etiquette books and history texts is spread out along the side closest to his roommates.
If he plays this right, he’ll have them all following him. And whatever plans are in place for him - he’ll be ready.
Title: sigils and salt lines
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: pre-series AU
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 185
Point of view: third
Prompt: Supernatural, Jo Harvelle/+Jessica Moore, Jess's new roommate is a little strange
"Hey, I'm Jo!" she says, holding out a hand.
"Jessica Moore," Jess says, taking her hand and shaking it. "Where you from?"
Jo laughs. "The ass-end of nowhere, Nebraska. You?"
"Phoenix," Jess answers.
.
They compare schedules but the only thing they have together is English. They agree to eat lunch together every other day because at least they'll have one friend.
The thing is, Jessica makes friends easily. By the end of the second week, she's got study groups going for all of her classes, is meeting other girls and some of the guys for coffee, and it's as amazing as she'd hoped college would be.
But Jo - Jo hangs out in the room and studies alone. She always has a good reason, but Jess is just...
Finally, she says, "Jo, you're coming out with me tonight. I'm meeting Dan and his roommate for drinks."
"But -" Jo tries to protest.
Jess cuts her off. "If you hate it, we'll leave. But you've gotta get out of this room for more than class, okay?"
"Ugh, fine," Jo says. "What's the roommate's name?"
"Sam," Jess says.
Title: let’s let a little be
Fandom: BtVS/AtS
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Adrienne Rich
Warnings: takes place just before Buffy’s first ep
Pairings: mentions of Buffy/Angel
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 395
Point of view: third
Prompt: BtVS/AtS, Future!Willow+Angel, She has news for him.
She approaches on his second night in Sunnydale. He doesn't hear, smell, or see her coming -- she's just suddenly in front of him, bright green eyes and snow white hair, even though she looks like she can't be more than 30.
"Angel," she says warmly. "Wow, you look so good." She laughs. "I guess that's not a surprise, though."
He backs up. "Who are you?" he asks.
She straightens. "We haven't met yet," she says. "And I -- I've tried everything else. This is the last resort."
That does not sound good. He gets ready to attack or flee and she holds up a hand. "I'm not here to fight, Angel," she says earnestly. "I'm here to warn you."
She takes a deep breath, exhales slowly, and says, "You're going to fall in love with the Slayer. You cannot let it go anywhere. Even if feels like your insides are being torn out, don't kiss her, don't flirt with her, and never ever have sex with her."
He blinks at her. "What?"
And the woman reaches for him, grabbing his hand. "You're a good guy, Angel, and the Slayer's one of the best people I've ever known. But it starts here, in Sunnydale. And I've seen how it ends." Bleakly, she repeats, "I've tried everything else."
"How do I know I can trust you?" Angel asks, because he really doesn't. He doesn't trust anyone, not even Whistler.
"You just spent decades eating rats because you have a soul," she says. "Your last childe was Sam Lawson. You feel guilt for everything Angelus did even though it wasn’t you.” She smiles sadly and drops his hand. “You’ll trust me because you’re terrified that I’m right when I say the world will die if you don’t.”
She nods firmly. “When you see the me-that-belongs-here, don’t react. She’s… she’s so young, Angel. She won’t have any answers.”
The woman steps back, wind rising around her. “I really hope this works,” she confesses. “If it doesn’t…” And she’s gone, as silently as she arrived.
Angel blinks and then he listens as hard as he can. Nothing. He hurries to his apartment and stays holed up for three days, until he has to act to warn the Slayer.
With the white-haired woman’s words ringing in his head, Angel doesn’t flirt with the girl.
He hopes it’s the right thing to do.