comment_fic 1142 - 1146: Tortall, Star Wars, The Little Mermaid, Glee
Title: untitled
Fandom: Tortall
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: pre-canon
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 105
Prompt: Tortall, Daine (pre-Immortals), while running wild with the Pack wolf!Daine remembers who she is.
She's taller than the rest of the pack, but not as fast or as strong, and water falls down her face sometimes, when she's curled up with Brokefang and the pups. She can undo traps and climb trees, and she sometimes thinks things the rest of the pack doesn't understand.
Sometimes, she remembers a human woman, a human man, and Cloud (who isn't a wolf, but is part of the pack) tells her, when she describes them, that they're her family, those humans.
Which is silly, of course, but she still remembers them, and she still misses them for reasons she can't begin to know.
Title: untitled
Fandom: Tortall
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: references to panic attacks
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 215
Prompt: Tortall, Kel, flashback to Balor's Needle
Every time she goes higher than the fourth story and has to look out a window, she hesitates for just a moment, her heart pounding, her mouth drying-but she breathes out and the moment passes.
She's a proper legend now, which is just so odd, and she'll probably become the training master of the knights soon, and very few people remember how heights once frightened her. Even she forgets, save for that moment of remembrance.
She was so young, with the bandits, with Balor's Needle. And now, every time she visits the palace, she climbs that old tower and looks out over the world, breathing slowly. It was her first true test, it taught her so much about herself.
Tash, one of Crown's many-greats grandchildren, lands on her shoulder, cheeping. "Yes, I know, I'm almost late," she murmurs. "Thank you."
She slowly backs away from the window, telling Tash, "It seems so long ago now." This must be how Alanna felt, which is such an odd thing. Alanna has always been a legend, Kel's hero - and now, she has been the same for so many girls. She turns back to the window, nodding to the tower in the distance, and then hurries to the stairs because it's always so impolite, being late.
Title: the darkest time
Fandom: Star Wars
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: takes place during Revenge of the Sith
Pairings: references to Padme/Anakin
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 165
Point of view: third
Prompt: Star Wars, Obi-wan, the galaxy is empty now.
He feels as each of them die, until finally, there are only a few bright spots of light in the force. "Master," he gasps to Yoda, as he holds Padme's children. "Master, they're all gone."
The infants are lit up, brighter even than Anakin had been. Once, he'd have found hope in that. Now, it only brings fear.
Yoda reaches out to touch Leia, Anakin's daughter. Padme's little girl. Obi-Wan inhales sharply, trying not to sob. "Hide, we must," Yoda says. "Separated, they must be."
They are so loud, so bright in the force, these children. Together, they would blind anyone with even a bit of force-sensitivity.
Obi-Wan closes his eyes, reaching as far as he can. Everything is so quiet, now. "Who can we trust?" he murmurs.
"Think, we will," Yoda says.
Luke blinks up at Obi-Wan. Leia turns her head slightly into Yoda's hand. "Is there any hope?" Obi-Wan asks, shifting his grip on the twins.
"Yes," Yoda says. "Hope there is."
Untitled
Fandom: The Little Mermaid
Written: March 25, 2016
Prompt: Any, any, Tell her (/him) to find me an acre of land/Between the salt water and the sea strand. -Scarborough Fair
oh, my sisters sing
a lament across the seas.
i miss you still,
sisters mine,
you mourn me though i live on.
i will return to the waves-
this i swear,
some distant day.
my heart still lingers
at the bottom of the sea.
my sisters, you sing for me.
i pray you can hear my song for you.
Title: Mama’s Recipe
Fandom: Glee
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: future!fic
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 130
Point of view: third
Prompt: Glee, Kurt/Blaine, there's some trick to his mom's recipe for chicken marsala that Kurt just can't get
Every month, Kurt makes his mother's Chicken Marsala. He follows the recipe exactly; Mom had written down her alterations to the traditional version, and Kurt goes step by step, but there's something that's always slightly off about it.
Dad used to tell him it tasted perfect, exactly the way his mother's did, and Kurt honestly isn't sure if Dad was trying to spare his feelings or Dad couldn't taste the difference.
Now that he and Blaine have their own place, furnished and designed to Kurt's dream specifications, he cooks Chicken Marsala every month, served on their fine china, and Blaine promises it's the best thing he's ever tasted.
It's still not quite how Mom made it, and it probably never will be, but it doesn't bother him so much anymore.
Fandom: Tortall
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: pre-canon
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 105
Prompt: Tortall, Daine (pre-Immortals), while running wild with the Pack wolf!Daine remembers who she is.
She's taller than the rest of the pack, but not as fast or as strong, and water falls down her face sometimes, when she's curled up with Brokefang and the pups. She can undo traps and climb trees, and she sometimes thinks things the rest of the pack doesn't understand.
Sometimes, she remembers a human woman, a human man, and Cloud (who isn't a wolf, but is part of the pack) tells her, when she describes them, that they're her family, those humans.
Which is silly, of course, but she still remembers them, and she still misses them for reasons she can't begin to know.
Title: untitled
Fandom: Tortall
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: references to panic attacks
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 215
Prompt: Tortall, Kel, flashback to Balor's Needle
Every time she goes higher than the fourth story and has to look out a window, she hesitates for just a moment, her heart pounding, her mouth drying-but she breathes out and the moment passes.
She's a proper legend now, which is just so odd, and she'll probably become the training master of the knights soon, and very few people remember how heights once frightened her. Even she forgets, save for that moment of remembrance.
She was so young, with the bandits, with Balor's Needle. And now, every time she visits the palace, she climbs that old tower and looks out over the world, breathing slowly. It was her first true test, it taught her so much about herself.
Tash, one of Crown's many-greats grandchildren, lands on her shoulder, cheeping. "Yes, I know, I'm almost late," she murmurs. "Thank you."
She slowly backs away from the window, telling Tash, "It seems so long ago now." This must be how Alanna felt, which is such an odd thing. Alanna has always been a legend, Kel's hero - and now, she has been the same for so many girls. She turns back to the window, nodding to the tower in the distance, and then hurries to the stairs because it's always so impolite, being late.
Title: the darkest time
Fandom: Star Wars
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: takes place during Revenge of the Sith
Pairings: references to Padme/Anakin
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 165
Point of view: third
Prompt: Star Wars, Obi-wan, the galaxy is empty now.
He feels as each of them die, until finally, there are only a few bright spots of light in the force. "Master," he gasps to Yoda, as he holds Padme's children. "Master, they're all gone."
The infants are lit up, brighter even than Anakin had been. Once, he'd have found hope in that. Now, it only brings fear.
Yoda reaches out to touch Leia, Anakin's daughter. Padme's little girl. Obi-Wan inhales sharply, trying not to sob. "Hide, we must," Yoda says. "Separated, they must be."
They are so loud, so bright in the force, these children. Together, they would blind anyone with even a bit of force-sensitivity.
Obi-Wan closes his eyes, reaching as far as he can. Everything is so quiet, now. "Who can we trust?" he murmurs.
"Think, we will," Yoda says.
Luke blinks up at Obi-Wan. Leia turns her head slightly into Yoda's hand. "Is there any hope?" Obi-Wan asks, shifting his grip on the twins.
"Yes," Yoda says. "Hope there is."
Untitled
Fandom: The Little Mermaid
Written: March 25, 2016
Prompt: Any, any, Tell her (/him) to find me an acre of land/Between the salt water and the sea strand. -Scarborough Fair
oh, my sisters sing
a lament across the seas.
i miss you still,
sisters mine,
you mourn me though i live on.
i will return to the waves-
this i swear,
some distant day.
my heart still lingers
at the bottom of the sea.
my sisters, you sing for me.
i pray you can hear my song for you.
Title: Mama’s Recipe
Fandom: Glee
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: future!fic
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 130
Point of view: third
Prompt: Glee, Kurt/Blaine, there's some trick to his mom's recipe for chicken marsala that Kurt just can't get
Every month, Kurt makes his mother's Chicken Marsala. He follows the recipe exactly; Mom had written down her alterations to the traditional version, and Kurt goes step by step, but there's something that's always slightly off about it.
Dad used to tell him it tasted perfect, exactly the way his mother's did, and Kurt honestly isn't sure if Dad was trying to spare his feelings or Dad couldn't taste the difference.
Now that he and Blaine have their own place, furnished and designed to Kurt's dream specifications, he cooks Chicken Marsala every month, served on their fine china, and Blaine promises it's the best thing he's ever tasted.
It's still not quite how Mom made it, and it probably never will be, but it doesn't bother him so much anymore.