comment_fic 1042 - 1046: Marvel movies, SV, HL, Shane, Tolkein
Title: You were mine but I lent you out
Fandom: Marvel
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Anne Sexton
Warnings: references to violence and death
Pairings: implied post-Steve/Bucky
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 300
Point of view: third
Prompt: Any superhero universe or cop show. Any. Sometimes it doesn't pay to save the world.
Three times now, he’s put the world ahead. Stopped Schmidt, put the plane in the ice, thought that’d be the end of it. Fought aliens twelve days out of the ice, helped stop the invasion. And then Project Insight, when it turned out Hydra was never gone at all.
Fought Bucky for the sake of the world. Hurt Bucky so that millions would live.
For this. For scapegoating and sham trials and people who’ve already decided who to string up to salvage their pride.
He lets Stark and Natasha handle it, first. Lets them try. He’s looking for Bucky, trying to make sure he’s not hurt and alone and afraid. Three years out of the ice, three times saving the world - three times he thinks Bucky is dead, before Bucky finally lets Steve find him.
And then. Then Stark contacts Sam.
He saves them at some cost to Bucky. Every time. And Stark promises they have it in hand.
Scapegoating. Sham trials. Footage of Bucky on the bridge, mission after mission after mission in the files. Someone has to pay.
What’d he even bother fighting for, if this is how it ends?
When he’s more Bucky than not, which is more often as days of quiet pass, Bucky says, “Oughta let ‘em have me, Stevie.”
“That’s never gonna happen,” Steve says. Sam goes back to DC, tries to help with Natasha and Stark and Banner, and even Coulson, when he comes back from the dead, because why the fuck not. Ms. Potts and Hill, they have some plan in play, and they promise to call Steve when they need him.
The needs of the many, Steve thinks, watching one of the films Sam swears is vital, Bucky asleep and slumped against him, no longer outweigh the needs of the one.
Title: sings the tune without the words
Fandom: Smallville
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Emily Dickinson
Warnings: AU for Smallville
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 100
Point of view: third
Prompt: Superman: TAS, Superman/Lex Luthor, the thing with feathers
He remembers looking at Clark and thinking, Please just tell me. Please. Because Lex Luthor is not stupid. And if Clark had just told him -
But Clark never did. And Lex might not be stupid, but he must surely be a fool because it still hurts.
Superman. Lex reads Lane’s articles, watches the interviews and media coverage, and he remembers being a boy, ever seeking his father’s attention. Whatever his father gave him, he was grateful for.
Lex is not stupid. There is much he could do with his knowledge - but.
He doesn’t really want to hurt Clark. Just attention.
Title: nothing since you and me even feels like love
Fandom: Highlander
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from A Softer World
Warnings: references to violence
Pairings: Kronos/Methos
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 150
Point of view: third
Prompt: any, any, Our love was doomed, / a burning building, / a broken neck. / But nothing since / you and me / even feels like love.
He spent two and a half thousand years trying to recreate what the four of them had together -- what he and Methos had been. For a thousand years, they rode across the world, the sun at their backs, nothing able to stand against them. For a thousand years, Pestilence and Death were side by side.
He found Famine. He found War. But Death -- no matter where he searched, Kronos did not find Death.
Oh, he tried. With Methos beside him, there could be nothing less than dominion over all the earth, and with Caspian and Silas behind them, there would be an ocean of red. It would be as glorious as their thousand year reign, but this time, it would never end.
And now... now, he has Methos in his grasp again and he knows that three thousand years of want shall at last be fulfilled.
Title: young
Fandom: Shane
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: future!fic
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 190
Point of view: third
Prompt: any book. any. Looking back on younger days the view stretched on for miles/We charged into our future with laughter and smiles (Edwin McCain - Jesters, Dreamers, & Thieves)
He knows that if Shane were still around, he'd suggest another way. Shane had tried to leave the life, and they'd provided him a respite, for a time, until violence had to be done. Shane saved them, and Bob knows that Ma and Pa still miss him, still talk about him sometimes.
Bob learns to use guns because he misses Shane. Not just to hunt or for defense, like Pa. Bob teaches himself trick shooting, though he doubts he’ll ever be as good as Shane.
The next time someone comes to town looking for a fight, Bob’ll be able to protect everyone, like Shane.
(Despite how much it hurt Shane, he made it look so easy. But it’s not that easy. Shane tried to find something new because it was so easy. And if he were here -
But he’s not here. Bob, and Ma, and Pa are, and Bob’s getting so good.
The only real thing wrong with you, Shane once told Chris, is that you’re young. And that’s somethin’ time can always cure.
Bob’s young yet. And the next time someone looking for trouble comes to town…)
Title: stone wreathed in starlight
Fandom: The Hobbit (Jackson films)
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: spoilers for the third movie
Pairings: Tauriel/Kili
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 160
Point of view: third
Prompt: any. any. To love you is to go mad/To love you is to lose myself (Kate Earl - Nobody)
She leaves, after. She knows that in his grief for so many losses, her king would welcome her back. She could resume her duties, massacre the spiders, but.
But.
Legolas has left the Wood, and that might make things easier. Or not. She is not so wise as to be sure of anything.
The dragon is dead. A king sits on the throne under the mountain. A darkness was forced from Dol Goldur, and the orcs have been routed. It was a victory.
But.
Why does it hurt so much? she asks her king, holding close one she might have loved.
Because it was real, her king answers, and lets her be.
She cries until tears are impossible and then she carries him to where the hobbit is still crying over a fallen king. Another dwarf, one familiar in looks, carries his brother over.
She leaves, after. They are placed in stone and she would prefer to remember him beneath the stars.
Fandom: Marvel
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Anne Sexton
Warnings: references to violence and death
Pairings: implied post-Steve/Bucky
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 300
Point of view: third
Prompt: Any superhero universe or cop show. Any. Sometimes it doesn't pay to save the world.
Three times now, he’s put the world ahead. Stopped Schmidt, put the plane in the ice, thought that’d be the end of it. Fought aliens twelve days out of the ice, helped stop the invasion. And then Project Insight, when it turned out Hydra was never gone at all.
Fought Bucky for the sake of the world. Hurt Bucky so that millions would live.
For this. For scapegoating and sham trials and people who’ve already decided who to string up to salvage their pride.
He lets Stark and Natasha handle it, first. Lets them try. He’s looking for Bucky, trying to make sure he’s not hurt and alone and afraid. Three years out of the ice, three times saving the world - three times he thinks Bucky is dead, before Bucky finally lets Steve find him.
And then. Then Stark contacts Sam.
He saves them at some cost to Bucky. Every time. And Stark promises they have it in hand.
Scapegoating. Sham trials. Footage of Bucky on the bridge, mission after mission after mission in the files. Someone has to pay.
What’d he even bother fighting for, if this is how it ends?
When he’s more Bucky than not, which is more often as days of quiet pass, Bucky says, “Oughta let ‘em have me, Stevie.”
“That’s never gonna happen,” Steve says. Sam goes back to DC, tries to help with Natasha and Stark and Banner, and even Coulson, when he comes back from the dead, because why the fuck not. Ms. Potts and Hill, they have some plan in play, and they promise to call Steve when they need him.
The needs of the many, Steve thinks, watching one of the films Sam swears is vital, Bucky asleep and slumped against him, no longer outweigh the needs of the one.
Title: sings the tune without the words
Fandom: Smallville
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Emily Dickinson
Warnings: AU for Smallville
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 100
Point of view: third
Prompt: Superman: TAS, Superman/Lex Luthor, the thing with feathers
He remembers looking at Clark and thinking, Please just tell me. Please. Because Lex Luthor is not stupid. And if Clark had just told him -
But Clark never did. And Lex might not be stupid, but he must surely be a fool because it still hurts.
Superman. Lex reads Lane’s articles, watches the interviews and media coverage, and he remembers being a boy, ever seeking his father’s attention. Whatever his father gave him, he was grateful for.
Lex is not stupid. There is much he could do with his knowledge - but.
He doesn’t really want to hurt Clark. Just attention.
Title: nothing since you and me even feels like love
Fandom: Highlander
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from A Softer World
Warnings: references to violence
Pairings: Kronos/Methos
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 150
Point of view: third
Prompt: any, any, Our love was doomed, / a burning building, / a broken neck. / But nothing since / you and me / even feels like love.
He spent two and a half thousand years trying to recreate what the four of them had together -- what he and Methos had been. For a thousand years, they rode across the world, the sun at their backs, nothing able to stand against them. For a thousand years, Pestilence and Death were side by side.
He found Famine. He found War. But Death -- no matter where he searched, Kronos did not find Death.
Oh, he tried. With Methos beside him, there could be nothing less than dominion over all the earth, and with Caspian and Silas behind them, there would be an ocean of red. It would be as glorious as their thousand year reign, but this time, it would never end.
And now... now, he has Methos in his grasp again and he knows that three thousand years of want shall at last be fulfilled.
Title: young
Fandom: Shane
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: future!fic
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 190
Point of view: third
Prompt: any book. any. Looking back on younger days the view stretched on for miles/We charged into our future with laughter and smiles (Edwin McCain - Jesters, Dreamers, & Thieves)
He knows that if Shane were still around, he'd suggest another way. Shane had tried to leave the life, and they'd provided him a respite, for a time, until violence had to be done. Shane saved them, and Bob knows that Ma and Pa still miss him, still talk about him sometimes.
Bob learns to use guns because he misses Shane. Not just to hunt or for defense, like Pa. Bob teaches himself trick shooting, though he doubts he’ll ever be as good as Shane.
The next time someone comes to town looking for a fight, Bob’ll be able to protect everyone, like Shane.
(Despite how much it hurt Shane, he made it look so easy. But it’s not that easy. Shane tried to find something new because it was so easy. And if he were here -
But he’s not here. Bob, and Ma, and Pa are, and Bob’s getting so good.
The only real thing wrong with you, Shane once told Chris, is that you’re young. And that’s somethin’ time can always cure.
Bob’s young yet. And the next time someone looking for trouble comes to town…)
Title: stone wreathed in starlight
Fandom: The Hobbit (Jackson films)
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: spoilers for the third movie
Pairings: Tauriel/Kili
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 160
Point of view: third
Prompt: any. any. To love you is to go mad/To love you is to lose myself (Kate Earl - Nobody)
She leaves, after. She knows that in his grief for so many losses, her king would welcome her back. She could resume her duties, massacre the spiders, but.
But.
Legolas has left the Wood, and that might make things easier. Or not. She is not so wise as to be sure of anything.
The dragon is dead. A king sits on the throne under the mountain. A darkness was forced from Dol Goldur, and the orcs have been routed. It was a victory.
But.
Why does it hurt so much? she asks her king, holding close one she might have loved.
Because it was real, her king answers, and lets her be.
She cries until tears are impossible and then she carries him to where the hobbit is still crying over a fallen king. Another dwarf, one familiar in looks, carries his brother over.
She leaves, after. They are placed in stone and she would prefer to remember him beneath the stars.