comment_fic 1146 - 1150: HP, Disney, HL, Animorphs, SN
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Fandom: Harry Potter
Disclaimer: only the narrator is mine
Warnings: ignores epilogue
Pairing: Draco/Luna
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 245
Point of view: third
Prompt: Any, any het pairing, a proposal from a third party’s point of view,
"Must we?" the man mutters, just barely loud enough for Caroline to hear. She glances up from her book, to where a tall blond man is standing next to a short blonde woman. She blinks because neither of them look... right? She's not sure what's wrong but something is.
"This is where the snorkack will be," the woman says, stepping around the man to look out over the park. Caroline always comes here on her lunch break to clear her head, because even children shrieking is soothing after staring at the computer screen for hours.
Snorkack? she mouths. The man sighs but follows the woman onto the grass.
Whatever is going on with them, it doesn't seem dangerous, so Caroline looks back at her book. She's got fifteen minutes left and the duchess just realized the cook is actually her long-lost brother.
Her phone chimes the five-minute warning and she sighs. She gathers up the trash and looks back towards the field, to see if-yup, there they are. The man is staring down at the woman, mouth open, and Caroline can barely hear him ask, "Are you sure, Luna? You know that- "
And Luna (apparently) rises on her tiptoes to kiss his lips. Her voice carries as she says, "Of course I'm sure, Draco. Now, let's find the snorkack. I'm sure it's around here somewhere."
Caroline turns away from the man's awed, fond smile, feeling just a little happier, for some reason.
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Fandom: Disney’s Sleeping Beauty
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: genderswap AU
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 220
Point of view: third
Prompt: Fairy Tales, any, genderswap
When she at last gives birth to their long-awaited child, Leah names him "Anatole" for he has brought light into their lives. Stefan sends word throughout the realm that the christening will be a holiday and all who can should come celebrate Prince Anatole.
Neither Leah nor Stefan, they assure each other later, intended to slight the Dark Lady Maleficent.
.
Prince Anatole is gifted with charm and with grace, and then a sleep until True Love's Kiss, in place of a cursed death. He had been betrothed the neighboring realm's newborn Princess Philomena, whose parents were now outraged and distraught.
Prince Anatole disappears after the christening, leaving his parents and realm to mourn.
.
Ashton, called Ash by his beloved aunts Flora, Fauna, and Merryweather, lives in the middle of the woods. He grows up strong and tall, and daydreams about life beyond the trees. He knows nothing about the outer world except that it is surely grand.
He doesn't let on to his aunts about his fantasies, because surely they seem ungrateful.
He also does not know that minions of a dark fairy have been seeking him, or that a princess has disguised herself and gone wandering through the woods.
He daydreams about True Love and has no idea that destiny cannot be thwarted, however good fairies try.
Title: I close my eyes and suck you in like fire
Fandom: Highlander
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Anne Sexton
Warnings: goes AU during season 3; the Horsemen being the Horsemen
Pairings: Methos/Kronos
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 640
Point of view: third
Prompt: Any, any, would you be an outlaw for my love?
Every two hundred years since he escaped the well Methos so kindly trapped him in, Kronos tracks down each of his brothers. Just to see if they're still alive. He doesn't love them or anything like that; but they are his, as they have always been. Even Methos.
Especially Methos. Once he'd worked past the anger, Kronos realized that by leaving him alive, Methos had proven that he was still Kronos', despite wanting to leave.
They had been amazing, the four of them together. Powerful. Unstoppable, save by each other. He knows that Silas and Caspian never realized how truly dangerous Methos was, with his tricks and his cleverness. Kronos has slaughtered wisemen and torn down kingdoms - never has he found another who could equal Methos.
And so he checks in, every two hundred years. Eventually, he knows that Methos will grow to miss it too much, the horse and the sword, how they dealt destruction on wherever they liked, for whatever reason. Civilizations rise and fall as years pass, and Methos tries so many things, but Kronos remembers the man who guided him out of the desert, the man who taught him to fight and to kill, the man who named him for a god.
Do you know why I gave you this name? Methos had asked. Or why I chose mine?
He had not known. With a smile, Methos had said, You will cut the world to pieces, boy. And he had laughed, standing tall and bare beneath the sun, when he added, And I am no more than a legend.
It was a long time before Kronos understood the joke. He laughs to himself, now, in this civilized age where Methos pulls on the mask of a researcher, unassuming and weak, and the mortals allow him into their innermost sanctum.
Caspian and Silas are safe; no one knows what they once were. Kronos himself has lost his mortal watcher for the moment, as he always does when he seeks out Methos. And not one of those mortals knows what is sleeping inside young Adam Pierson.
Kronos wants back what once was his, and he knows he must go about this carefully. He is still plotting when one of the mortals is murdered by Kalas and the honorable, annoying Highlander is pointed towards Methos, still masked, which just will not do.
The moment Kronos steps into range, he knows that Methos will either run or fight, so he moves swiftly. He meets Methos at the hidden door he had known Methos must've installed and shoots him in the heart.
Neither Kalas nor the Highlander will have Methos. He has belonged to Kronos for four thousand years, as Kronos has belonged to him.
What he must do now is think like Methos. What is the best way to get what he wants? What is the cleverest way to awaken the monster sleeping inside pale skin and fragile bones?
When Methos wakes, Kronos is kneeling before him, head bowed. "Once," he says in the first language he ever spoke, "you were my teacher."
"I was," Methos replies warily, the words falling easily off his tongue in a language long dead.
Kronos does not look up. "Teach me again," he implores. "The world has changed around me. I am lost."
Not all of it is a lie. Not even most of it. This is a new age, one Methos has (as always) mastered. Adaptation is not Kronos' gift.
Methos places a hand to the back of Kronos' head. "I know what you are trying, brother," he murmurs. "Rise."
Slowly, carefully, Kronos stands to his full height. The monster is not awakened, not yet. But there is a satisfied smile on Methos' face and he pulls Kronos in close for a kiss neither has felt in three thousand years.
Title: I know it hurts, it was meant to
Fandom: Animorphs
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Fall Out Boy
Warnings: canon character death
Pairings: Rachel/Tobias
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 115
Point of view: third
Prompt: Animorphs, any, the gift of pain
Rachel relishes the burn in her muscles, the way she has to gasp for breath, how everything aches.
If it hurts, she tells Tobias once, it means you're alive.
She knows she isn't going to survive this war. She'll do everything she can to make sure the others do.
.
If it hurts, Tobias thinks, it means you're alive. Everything in him is throbbing. He feels broken.
He's alive. He's alive and she's not. He's alive and bleeding out at the same time, and it's not fair.
He's alive and doesn't want to be, but he'll survive now. He's keep living this half-life because to do anything less would be an insult to Rachel.
Title: end(less)
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: goes AU during season 5 or 6
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 355
Point of view: third
Prompt: Supernatural, Dean Winchester, Death doesn't take no for an answer (Final Destination (2000)
In the beginning, Death and Life were. Before the cosmos, before all gods, Death and Life existed. Which is older? Neither knows nor cares.
Life is a curious creature; Death is not. Death is content to work while Life occasionally wonders about the small beings it creates for Death to destroy. Every so often, Life will be born somewhere, shall exist as one of the petty things for a time, and welcome Death when it arrives.
So they are for a very long time.
Worlds end when they must; worlds begin when they must. None are better or worse than any other, no matter how the petty beings plead to whatever god they choose. The gods often beg, too, and Death does not listen or reply. It simply is. Death arrives and Life moves on.
So they are.
Until Life is born as Dean Winchester on a world doomed within the next few decades, by how Dean Winchester’s people count. As Dean Winchester, Life loves fiercely, mourns and regrets and rejoices and hopes. As Dean Winchester, Life dies numerous times, enough that Death worries for both their sanity. Can one exist without the other? Neither truly knows.
As Dean Winchester, Life has a brother it loves more than it ever has anything. Death watches all that Life does for Sam Winchester and for the very first time:
Death itself gets involved. It is beyond the legend of the Horseman the small god Lucifer believes it to be. It is beyond the understanding of Lucifer’s father, who hides as a small being, too. Nothing in or on this world can chain it, but it plays along for Life’s sake.
But at last the moment comes. Life cannot stay Dean Winchester, and the world is to die.
“Please,” Dean Winchester begs, holding his baby brother for the very last time.
Death speaks. “Come,” it says as the small world shudders to pieces around them.
Dean Winchester dies holding his brother - and it is the last time.
Life never forgets, for it cannot - but once out of the small being’s skin, little matters.
So they are.
Fandom: Harry Potter
Disclaimer: only the narrator is mine
Warnings: ignores epilogue
Pairing: Draco/Luna
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 245
Point of view: third
Prompt: Any, any het pairing, a proposal from a third party’s point of view,
"Must we?" the man mutters, just barely loud enough for Caroline to hear. She glances up from her book, to where a tall blond man is standing next to a short blonde woman. She blinks because neither of them look... right? She's not sure what's wrong but something is.
"This is where the snorkack will be," the woman says, stepping around the man to look out over the park. Caroline always comes here on her lunch break to clear her head, because even children shrieking is soothing after staring at the computer screen for hours.
Snorkack? she mouths. The man sighs but follows the woman onto the grass.
Whatever is going on with them, it doesn't seem dangerous, so Caroline looks back at her book. She's got fifteen minutes left and the duchess just realized the cook is actually her long-lost brother.
Her phone chimes the five-minute warning and she sighs. She gathers up the trash and looks back towards the field, to see if-yup, there they are. The man is staring down at the woman, mouth open, and Caroline can barely hear him ask, "Are you sure, Luna? You know that- "
And Luna (apparently) rises on her tiptoes to kiss his lips. Her voice carries as she says, "Of course I'm sure, Draco. Now, let's find the snorkack. I'm sure it's around here somewhere."
Caroline turns away from the man's awed, fond smile, feeling just a little happier, for some reason.
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Fandom: Disney’s Sleeping Beauty
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: genderswap AU
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 220
Point of view: third
Prompt: Fairy Tales, any, genderswap
When she at last gives birth to their long-awaited child, Leah names him "Anatole" for he has brought light into their lives. Stefan sends word throughout the realm that the christening will be a holiday and all who can should come celebrate Prince Anatole.
Neither Leah nor Stefan, they assure each other later, intended to slight the Dark Lady Maleficent.
.
Prince Anatole is gifted with charm and with grace, and then a sleep until True Love's Kiss, in place of a cursed death. He had been betrothed the neighboring realm's newborn Princess Philomena, whose parents were now outraged and distraught.
Prince Anatole disappears after the christening, leaving his parents and realm to mourn.
.
Ashton, called Ash by his beloved aunts Flora, Fauna, and Merryweather, lives in the middle of the woods. He grows up strong and tall, and daydreams about life beyond the trees. He knows nothing about the outer world except that it is surely grand.
He doesn't let on to his aunts about his fantasies, because surely they seem ungrateful.
He also does not know that minions of a dark fairy have been seeking him, or that a princess has disguised herself and gone wandering through the woods.
He daydreams about True Love and has no idea that destiny cannot be thwarted, however good fairies try.
Title: I close my eyes and suck you in like fire
Fandom: Highlander
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Anne Sexton
Warnings: goes AU during season 3; the Horsemen being the Horsemen
Pairings: Methos/Kronos
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 640
Point of view: third
Prompt: Any, any, would you be an outlaw for my love?
Every two hundred years since he escaped the well Methos so kindly trapped him in, Kronos tracks down each of his brothers. Just to see if they're still alive. He doesn't love them or anything like that; but they are his, as they have always been. Even Methos.
Especially Methos. Once he'd worked past the anger, Kronos realized that by leaving him alive, Methos had proven that he was still Kronos', despite wanting to leave.
They had been amazing, the four of them together. Powerful. Unstoppable, save by each other. He knows that Silas and Caspian never realized how truly dangerous Methos was, with his tricks and his cleverness. Kronos has slaughtered wisemen and torn down kingdoms - never has he found another who could equal Methos.
And so he checks in, every two hundred years. Eventually, he knows that Methos will grow to miss it too much, the horse and the sword, how they dealt destruction on wherever they liked, for whatever reason. Civilizations rise and fall as years pass, and Methos tries so many things, but Kronos remembers the man who guided him out of the desert, the man who taught him to fight and to kill, the man who named him for a god.
Do you know why I gave you this name? Methos had asked. Or why I chose mine?
He had not known. With a smile, Methos had said, You will cut the world to pieces, boy. And he had laughed, standing tall and bare beneath the sun, when he added, And I am no more than a legend.
It was a long time before Kronos understood the joke. He laughs to himself, now, in this civilized age where Methos pulls on the mask of a researcher, unassuming and weak, and the mortals allow him into their innermost sanctum.
Caspian and Silas are safe; no one knows what they once were. Kronos himself has lost his mortal watcher for the moment, as he always does when he seeks out Methos. And not one of those mortals knows what is sleeping inside young Adam Pierson.
Kronos wants back what once was his, and he knows he must go about this carefully. He is still plotting when one of the mortals is murdered by Kalas and the honorable, annoying Highlander is pointed towards Methos, still masked, which just will not do.
The moment Kronos steps into range, he knows that Methos will either run or fight, so he moves swiftly. He meets Methos at the hidden door he had known Methos must've installed and shoots him in the heart.
Neither Kalas nor the Highlander will have Methos. He has belonged to Kronos for four thousand years, as Kronos has belonged to him.
What he must do now is think like Methos. What is the best way to get what he wants? What is the cleverest way to awaken the monster sleeping inside pale skin and fragile bones?
When Methos wakes, Kronos is kneeling before him, head bowed. "Once," he says in the first language he ever spoke, "you were my teacher."
"I was," Methos replies warily, the words falling easily off his tongue in a language long dead.
Kronos does not look up. "Teach me again," he implores. "The world has changed around me. I am lost."
Not all of it is a lie. Not even most of it. This is a new age, one Methos has (as always) mastered. Adaptation is not Kronos' gift.
Methos places a hand to the back of Kronos' head. "I know what you are trying, brother," he murmurs. "Rise."
Slowly, carefully, Kronos stands to his full height. The monster is not awakened, not yet. But there is a satisfied smile on Methos' face and he pulls Kronos in close for a kiss neither has felt in three thousand years.
Title: I know it hurts, it was meant to
Fandom: Animorphs
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Fall Out Boy
Warnings: canon character death
Pairings: Rachel/Tobias
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 115
Point of view: third
Prompt: Animorphs, any, the gift of pain
Rachel relishes the burn in her muscles, the way she has to gasp for breath, how everything aches.
If it hurts, she tells Tobias once, it means you're alive.
She knows she isn't going to survive this war. She'll do everything she can to make sure the others do.
.
If it hurts, Tobias thinks, it means you're alive. Everything in him is throbbing. He feels broken.
He's alive. He's alive and she's not. He's alive and bleeding out at the same time, and it's not fair.
He's alive and doesn't want to be, but he'll survive now. He's keep living this half-life because to do anything less would be an insult to Rachel.
Title: end(less)
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: goes AU during season 5 or 6
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 355
Point of view: third
Prompt: Supernatural, Dean Winchester, Death doesn't take no for an answer (Final Destination (2000)
In the beginning, Death and Life were. Before the cosmos, before all gods, Death and Life existed. Which is older? Neither knows nor cares.
Life is a curious creature; Death is not. Death is content to work while Life occasionally wonders about the small beings it creates for Death to destroy. Every so often, Life will be born somewhere, shall exist as one of the petty things for a time, and welcome Death when it arrives.
So they are for a very long time.
Worlds end when they must; worlds begin when they must. None are better or worse than any other, no matter how the petty beings plead to whatever god they choose. The gods often beg, too, and Death does not listen or reply. It simply is. Death arrives and Life moves on.
So they are.
Until Life is born as Dean Winchester on a world doomed within the next few decades, by how Dean Winchester’s people count. As Dean Winchester, Life loves fiercely, mourns and regrets and rejoices and hopes. As Dean Winchester, Life dies numerous times, enough that Death worries for both their sanity. Can one exist without the other? Neither truly knows.
As Dean Winchester, Life has a brother it loves more than it ever has anything. Death watches all that Life does for Sam Winchester and for the very first time:
Death itself gets involved. It is beyond the legend of the Horseman the small god Lucifer believes it to be. It is beyond the understanding of Lucifer’s father, who hides as a small being, too. Nothing in or on this world can chain it, but it plays along for Life’s sake.
But at last the moment comes. Life cannot stay Dean Winchester, and the world is to die.
“Please,” Dean Winchester begs, holding his baby brother for the very last time.
Death speaks. “Come,” it says as the small world shudders to pieces around them.
Dean Winchester dies holding his brother - and it is the last time.
Life never forgets, for it cannot - but once out of the small being’s skin, little matters.
So they are.