Two Narnia, and two Glee fics
Fics written for the the meme I did in the last post.
Title: Strong
Author: caramelsilver
Fandom: Narnia
Word count: 227
Notes: for lauren_titmus
Summary: Susan had always been much stronger than him.
Unlike the others, Edmund knew very well that Susan was not speaking the truth. He had spent half his life training himself to spot liars, and Susan had always been easy to read anyway.
Whenever he mentioned Narnia she would say, "Yes, what a wonderful game that was. What imagination we had!" and Edmund could clearly see the twitch in the corner of her too tight lips and her eyes being so glassy with desperation, he had to smirk.
She didn't take to that too well, when she clearly wanted him to either agree with her, or argue. When he did neither, she lost her gripping and clutched her purse before swiftly leaving the room.
Edmund sighed heavily and lighted a cigarette while looking at her rigid back walking out of their mother's meticulous parlour.
Yes, Edmund could spot liars a mile away, but he could also recognise desperation and deep buried issues. He wasn't too worried about Susan, she would come around because she was not as weak as she pretended to be. One day she'd be brave enough to meet herself in the mirror again without an armour of make-up.
He blew out some smoke, and laughed a little. If he could do it, then surely his sister would be able as well. She had always been much stronger than him.
Title: Smoke
Author: caramelsilver
Fandom: Narnia
Word count: 420
Notes: for wingedflight
Summary: He wasn't sure how it came about, some boy in some alley, a loaded question with an outstretched cigarette, "are you in or out".
He wasn't sure how it came about, some boy in some alley, a loaded question with an outstretched cigarette, "are you in or out". Edmund flashed back to a time where he could smoke whatever he wanted and he accepted before he could evaluate it further.
He wasn't sure how it came about, but it was calming and a relief, and before he knew it he was buying his own packs.
Growing pains arrived for the second time in his life, and his addiction grew. He was intelligent enough to realise that it had grown into an addiction, but he couldn't bring himself to care enough to quit. Susan frowned and it became another thing they could fight about. In a bizarre way he kind of enjoyed their fights. It was the only time he saw any fire in her eyes any more.
Lucy ignored it to the best of her abilities. She disapproved, but didn't want to fight with him, Susan did that enough for the both of them, she said.
Peter laughed at the whole thing, and late at night after a few pints, he'd even bum one. At Edmund's raised eyebrow, he'd shrug and say "it's relaxing." With a smirk, Edmund nodded in agreement.
By accident his mother discovered him. The argument was one of the better ones, a huge fighting match, that after a while involved the entire family, and in the end no one was quite sure what they were fighting about. His mother made her disgust quite clear, but he would soon be eighteen and she really couldn't stop him, she said. But one thing was clear, he was not to light up in her house!
It was the winters that was the worst. The ice left a chill deep within his soul and brought back memories he'd rather forget. The cold made him smoke more, he needed it to calm his nerves and chase away his nightmares.
The weather was bitterly cold, and Edmund could see his breath form almost touchable clouds in the air when he breathed. Stamping his feet, he lighted up the cigarette and looked balefully toward his mother's warm sitting room.
The garden was covered in snow, and Edmund moved around trying to keep warm. He smoked faster than normal, so he could sooner go inside.
It was morbidly ironic that the habit that helped him deal with his issues, had him standing outside in the bloody thing.
Title: Not a Coward
Author: caramelsilver
Fandom: Glee, Rachel/Jesse
Word count: 290
Notes: for redsilverchains
Summary: Rachel Berry was not a coward
She had certainly not meant for it to happen. Hadn't she somnolently sworn to herself that she would never think of him again, to banish him completely from her mind?
But her thoughts was stealthy, they crept up on her when she had no defences up, and before she knew it she was comparing everything Finn did to the boy who she was not thinking about any more.
When Finn sang, Rachel thought faintly that he would've hit that note without effort. When Finn kissed her, she privately thought that unlike the other boy, Finn used a little too much tongue. And most importantly when she told Finn about her fears, and he didn't understand why she felt that way, her mind screamed at her that Jesse would have understood her completely, maybe even agreed with her!
Suddenly she realized that she spent so much time not thinking of Jesse St. James, that he was never far from her mind. Everything she did she couldn't help but wonder what he would've thought of it. He hadn't only been her boyfriend, but also someone like minded who understood her, and shared her interest. She missed that maybe more than the boyfriend part. Never before had she had anyone to share those things with. Rachel Berry missed her friend.
So without thinking it over too much, Rachel sat down and wrote him an email. Keeping everything very casual, not mentioning anything delicate, just an ordinary email telling him of her days, what she was singing and what she was working on. She wavered a little before sending it, but did it anyway. Rachel Berry was not a coward. And now the ball was in his court.
Title: Friends
Author: caramelsilver
Fandom: Glee, Rachel/Jesse
Word count: 437
Notes: for ayascyte
Summary: He became her best friend, someone who knew her shit and liked her anyway. He handled her drama-queen moments with ease, just like she handled his.
When Jesse had first stepped into the same audition as her, she had given him the cold shoulder, and prayed that he would not stick around long. She had never doubted her own success, and in hindsight, she should never had doubted his either. Jesse was even better now than he had been when they were teenagers. The years in LA had done him good, humbled him a bit and taught him that there were other people out there just as good as him. That's what he told her, at least, later.
For some reason he was insisting on befriending her again. Urging her to let the past be the past. To forget the foolish tricks of an eighteen year-old boy and instead get to know the more mature man at 25.
This being her first Broadway play, and it being so much scarier than she had expected, she ended up clinging to him, just because he was a familiar face. So they started having coffee. Then coffee turned into movie nights and after-show pizza.
He became her best friend, someone who knew her shit and liked her anyway. He handled her drama-queen moments with ease, just like she handled his. When an audition went badly he'd turn up on her doorstep with Mamma Mia! and a six pack of beer. (This was a testament to his loyalty and friendship: He hated Mamma Mia! the movie. He’d never hidden his disstain for it and said it ruined a wonderful musical. She liked it because it made her happy.)
When she finally got a new role, she ended up crashing at his place most nights since his apartment was closer to the theater. He didn't seem to mind sharing his bed with her, even though he did get a little handsy in his sleep. Surprisingly, she didn't mind his attentions. They weren't teenagers any more, and sometimes his dark gaze would make her blush like a schoolgirl and his smirk made her feel tingly all over.
One day he handed her a key. "Huh?" was her intelligent question. (You could really tell her fathers had spent thousands on her education.)
"I won't be here when you come home tonight," he said with a shrug.
She smiled and hugged him, and didn't mentioned how her stomach had fluttered at his causal use of home..
When she kissed him it was simply because it was time. It had been lying there between them, just waiting to happen. He'd moaned and muttered something about "finally!" and she'd giggled and kissed him again.
Title: Strong
Author: caramelsilver
Fandom: Narnia
Word count: 227
Notes: for lauren_titmus
Summary: Susan had always been much stronger than him.
Unlike the others, Edmund knew very well that Susan was not speaking the truth. He had spent half his life training himself to spot liars, and Susan had always been easy to read anyway.
Whenever he mentioned Narnia she would say, "Yes, what a wonderful game that was. What imagination we had!" and Edmund could clearly see the twitch in the corner of her too tight lips and her eyes being so glassy with desperation, he had to smirk.
She didn't take to that too well, when she clearly wanted him to either agree with her, or argue. When he did neither, she lost her gripping and clutched her purse before swiftly leaving the room.
Edmund sighed heavily and lighted a cigarette while looking at her rigid back walking out of their mother's meticulous parlour.
Yes, Edmund could spot liars a mile away, but he could also recognise desperation and deep buried issues. He wasn't too worried about Susan, she would come around because she was not as weak as she pretended to be. One day she'd be brave enough to meet herself in the mirror again without an armour of make-up.
He blew out some smoke, and laughed a little. If he could do it, then surely his sister would be able as well. She had always been much stronger than him.
Title: Smoke
Author: caramelsilver
Fandom: Narnia
Word count: 420
Notes: for wingedflight
Summary: He wasn't sure how it came about, some boy in some alley, a loaded question with an outstretched cigarette, "are you in or out".
He wasn't sure how it came about, some boy in some alley, a loaded question with an outstretched cigarette, "are you in or out". Edmund flashed back to a time where he could smoke whatever he wanted and he accepted before he could evaluate it further.
He wasn't sure how it came about, but it was calming and a relief, and before he knew it he was buying his own packs.
Growing pains arrived for the second time in his life, and his addiction grew. He was intelligent enough to realise that it had grown into an addiction, but he couldn't bring himself to care enough to quit. Susan frowned and it became another thing they could fight about. In a bizarre way he kind of enjoyed their fights. It was the only time he saw any fire in her eyes any more.
Lucy ignored it to the best of her abilities. She disapproved, but didn't want to fight with him, Susan did that enough for the both of them, she said.
Peter laughed at the whole thing, and late at night after a few pints, he'd even bum one. At Edmund's raised eyebrow, he'd shrug and say "it's relaxing." With a smirk, Edmund nodded in agreement.
By accident his mother discovered him. The argument was one of the better ones, a huge fighting match, that after a while involved the entire family, and in the end no one was quite sure what they were fighting about. His mother made her disgust quite clear, but he would soon be eighteen and she really couldn't stop him, she said. But one thing was clear, he was not to light up in her house!
It was the winters that was the worst. The ice left a chill deep within his soul and brought back memories he'd rather forget. The cold made him smoke more, he needed it to calm his nerves and chase away his nightmares.
The weather was bitterly cold, and Edmund could see his breath form almost touchable clouds in the air when he breathed. Stamping his feet, he lighted up the cigarette and looked balefully toward his mother's warm sitting room.
The garden was covered in snow, and Edmund moved around trying to keep warm. He smoked faster than normal, so he could sooner go inside.
It was morbidly ironic that the habit that helped him deal with his issues, had him standing outside in the bloody thing.
Title: Not a Coward
Author: caramelsilver
Fandom: Glee, Rachel/Jesse
Word count: 290
Notes: for redsilverchains
Summary: Rachel Berry was not a coward
She had certainly not meant for it to happen. Hadn't she somnolently sworn to herself that she would never think of him again, to banish him completely from her mind?
But her thoughts was stealthy, they crept up on her when she had no defences up, and before she knew it she was comparing everything Finn did to the boy who she was not thinking about any more.
When Finn sang, Rachel thought faintly that he would've hit that note without effort. When Finn kissed her, she privately thought that unlike the other boy, Finn used a little too much tongue. And most importantly when she told Finn about her fears, and he didn't understand why she felt that way, her mind screamed at her that Jesse would have understood her completely, maybe even agreed with her!
Suddenly she realized that she spent so much time not thinking of Jesse St. James, that he was never far from her mind. Everything she did she couldn't help but wonder what he would've thought of it. He hadn't only been her boyfriend, but also someone like minded who understood her, and shared her interest. She missed that maybe more than the boyfriend part. Never before had she had anyone to share those things with. Rachel Berry missed her friend.
So without thinking it over too much, Rachel sat down and wrote him an email. Keeping everything very casual, not mentioning anything delicate, just an ordinary email telling him of her days, what she was singing and what she was working on. She wavered a little before sending it, but did it anyway. Rachel Berry was not a coward. And now the ball was in his court.
Title: Friends
Author: caramelsilver
Fandom: Glee, Rachel/Jesse
Word count: 437
Notes: for ayascyte
Summary: He became her best friend, someone who knew her shit and liked her anyway. He handled her drama-queen moments with ease, just like she handled his.
When Jesse had first stepped into the same audition as her, she had given him the cold shoulder, and prayed that he would not stick around long. She had never doubted her own success, and in hindsight, she should never had doubted his either. Jesse was even better now than he had been when they were teenagers. The years in LA had done him good, humbled him a bit and taught him that there were other people out there just as good as him. That's what he told her, at least, later.
For some reason he was insisting on befriending her again. Urging her to let the past be the past. To forget the foolish tricks of an eighteen year-old boy and instead get to know the more mature man at 25.
This being her first Broadway play, and it being so much scarier than she had expected, she ended up clinging to him, just because he was a familiar face. So they started having coffee. Then coffee turned into movie nights and after-show pizza.
He became her best friend, someone who knew her shit and liked her anyway. He handled her drama-queen moments with ease, just like she handled his. When an audition went badly he'd turn up on her doorstep with Mamma Mia! and a six pack of beer. (This was a testament to his loyalty and friendship: He hated Mamma Mia! the movie. He’d never hidden his disstain for it and said it ruined a wonderful musical. She liked it because it made her happy.)
When she finally got a new role, she ended up crashing at his place most nights since his apartment was closer to the theater. He didn't seem to mind sharing his bed with her, even though he did get a little handsy in his sleep. Surprisingly, she didn't mind his attentions. They weren't teenagers any more, and sometimes his dark gaze would make her blush like a schoolgirl and his smirk made her feel tingly all over.
One day he handed her a key. "Huh?" was her intelligent question. (You could really tell her fathers had spent thousands on her education.)
"I won't be here when you come home tonight," he said with a shrug.
She smiled and hugged him, and didn't mentioned how her stomach had fluttered at his causal use of home..
When she kissed him it was simply because it was time. It had been lying there between them, just waiting to happen. He'd moaned and muttered something about "finally!" and she'd giggled and kissed him again.