comment_fic 701-705: Glee, Avengers, Inception, Avengers/MI4
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Title: A beginner, I feel your mouth touch mine
Fandom: Glee
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Anne Sexton
Warnings: way future!fic
Pairings: post-Kurt/Blaine, Kurt/OMC, Blaine/OMC
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 155
Point of view: third
Prompt: Glee, Kurt/Blaine, Sometimes Love Just Ain't Enough
Kurt will never forget his first love. He will swear until the day he dies that Blaine saved his life, and they remain the best of friends.
They don't go out in a blaze of glory, in doors slammed or phones thrown against the wall. They fade away, a lingering burn they feel even years later, sometimes, when their eyes meet across the room, Kurt's arms around Ben and Blaine holding Theo's hand.
I still love you, you silly, wonderful, boy, Kurt thinks, listening to Blaine talk about the kids in his music class, knowing that if it only took love, they'd be together until the end of the world. But no one can live on dreams and hope and the flame of love, and he looks at Ben, laughing at Blaine's anecdote, and then at Theo, gazing at Blaine like Blaine used to watch Kurt, and he knows that being friends for life is amazing, too.
Title: I blind the sun on his throne at noon
Fandom: Avengers movieverse
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Sara Teasdale
Warnings: post-Avengers; a bit abstract(ish)
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 100
Point of view: third
Prompt: Avengers, loki/any, 'told you so.'
Brute force is all well and good, truly, and it can destroy many things.
Destroy, yes. But things can be rebuilt.
Humans aren't born to be ruled, though knees do bend. Heads bow. Humans can be subjected, and chained, and laid low. But that always leads to revolutions.
Brute force leads only to regimes being overthrown. Wars spread over generations, and blood soaking the fields until both sides starve.
Brute force wins wars, yes. But it is a momentary victory, and then the defeated revolt.
But a cajoling voice, and gentle guidance, and patience…
Let the children think they've won.
Title: The only sign of our obedience left
Fandom: Avengers movieverse
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Milton
Warnings: spoilers for movie; implied non-con; mentions of mind-control
Pairings: implied Loki/Clint, Coulson/Clint
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 375
Point of view: third
Prompt: Avengers movieverse, Hawkeye, He still sees things out of the corner of his eyes
After Thor takes his brother and the tessaract back to Asgard, Clint runs. He figures Nat could find him if she wanted, maybe if Fury asked, but he doesn't care.
The world's safe, New York is rebuilding (like it always does), so Clint goes to ground so he can lick his wounds in peace.
He can't sleep. Every time he tries, he wakes up shaking. (Shivering. Not trembling. Not shuddering. Shivering. That's important.)
Clint doesn't remember what he dreams, the few times he manages REM. All he knows is that he wakes up shaking.
He can still feel Loki slithering around in his head. Can still hear his voice. Out of the corner of his eye, he can still see Loki, see his master, his god.
Clint's never worshiped anything in his life, but he spread himself wide for Loki, and just the memory of it makes him shake with want. (Shiver. Not tremble. Not shudder. Shiver.) It's weak, and it's sick, and if he had Loki in front of him right now, he'd still fall to his knees and bow his head and ask for his god's command, and obey not just to the letter, but to the spirit. Go out of his way to make sure Loki was pleased.
He hates Loki. More than he's ever hated anything. He can name every man and woman he killed on Loki's word (Phil) and he helped fight off Loki's invasion of his home - but he didn't even try to fight Loki while Loki was inside him, filling up every little nook and cranny, taking Clint completely and making Clint his.
Didn't want to fight, when it was just him Loki had.
He wakes up shaking and knows he would've put an arrow through anyone's eye. Phil, Natasha, Captain America. He might've even enjoyed it, if Fury had been a hair slower and Clint hadn't had somewhere else to be.
Loki's gone. Back to Asgard and whatever medieval punishment they can come up with. Most of him wants it to hurt, to flay and burn and carve. A part of him knows that if Loki were being held on Earth, Clint might break him out.
He hates knowing that about himself.
He really hopes Natasha doesn't look for him.
Title: such pleasure be in things to us forbidden
Fandom: Inception
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Milton
Warnings: dark mentions of violence/character death
Pairings: Arthur/Eames
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 140
Point of view: third
Prompt: any, any, the one who thinks he/she is taking advantage and the one who actually is
One day, Eames knows, one of them will turn on the other, and it'll be a blaze of glory and blood and bullets (and, more than likely, a blade), and then one (or both) of them will be dead, spread prone on the ground, eyes staring.
It will be beautiful. It will be devastating.
It will be amazing.
.
One day, Arthur knows, Eames will try to pull a fast-one on him. It's simply Eames' nature; he goes with the strongest, and he must always test just who is the strongest.
One day, Arthur knows, Eames will wonder if Arthur has grown weak or complacent.
Because Arthur knows this, he will see it coming, make adjustments to whatever he has going at the time, and beat Eames into the ground.
It will be beautiful. It will be electrifying.
It will be fun.
Title: forget and smile
Fandom: Mission Impossible Ghost Protocol/Avengers movieverse
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Christina Rosseti
Warnings: post-Ghost Protocol; pre-Avengers
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 230
Point of view: third
Prompt: Mission: Impossible - Ghost Protocol, Brandt, not the first time falling (not the first time hitting the ground)
William Brandt is a good alias. Brandt's a good guy, loyal, nice. Easy-going, funny, follows orders.
Brandt's an easier identity than Clint Barton, that's for sure. Less enemies, too.
Not that that's hard, actually, come to think of it. Barton pisses people off just by breathing, sometimes, seems like.
Brandt's a good guy. He's gonna miss him.
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"Welcome back, Agent Barton," Coulson says, wearing a bland smile. He can see the genuine pleasure there, though. It soothes some of the sting of having to kill Brandt. A little.
"Good to be back, sir," he lies, shoving all of Brandt to the file cabinet in the back of his mind, where all of the men he's been rest until he needs them again.
Brandt's team will look for him, he's sure. They know that death isn't always final, especially without a body.
"Agent Romanova is waiting at the range," Coulson tells him.
He nods, walking past Coulson. Brandt was a good shot, sure. But Brandt could never make a third of the shots Barton does, and he needs to shake this off. Why is it so hard?
Brandt was a lie. They're all lies. He hasn't been real since his parents died and he started playing this game.
Brandt is dead. Barton's alive. Simple as that.
He'll be Barton, until Barton has to die, too.
Easy as bull's-eye.
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Title: A beginner, I feel your mouth touch mine
Fandom: Glee
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Anne Sexton
Warnings: way future!fic
Pairings: post-Kurt/Blaine, Kurt/OMC, Blaine/OMC
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 155
Point of view: third
Prompt: Glee, Kurt/Blaine, Sometimes Love Just Ain't Enough
Kurt will never forget his first love. He will swear until the day he dies that Blaine saved his life, and they remain the best of friends.
They don't go out in a blaze of glory, in doors slammed or phones thrown against the wall. They fade away, a lingering burn they feel even years later, sometimes, when their eyes meet across the room, Kurt's arms around Ben and Blaine holding Theo's hand.
I still love you, you silly, wonderful, boy, Kurt thinks, listening to Blaine talk about the kids in his music class, knowing that if it only took love, they'd be together until the end of the world. But no one can live on dreams and hope and the flame of love, and he looks at Ben, laughing at Blaine's anecdote, and then at Theo, gazing at Blaine like Blaine used to watch Kurt, and he knows that being friends for life is amazing, too.
Title: I blind the sun on his throne at noon
Fandom: Avengers movieverse
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Sara Teasdale
Warnings: post-Avengers; a bit abstract(ish)
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 100
Point of view: third
Prompt: Avengers, loki/any, 'told you so.'
Brute force is all well and good, truly, and it can destroy many things.
Destroy, yes. But things can be rebuilt.
Humans aren't born to be ruled, though knees do bend. Heads bow. Humans can be subjected, and chained, and laid low. But that always leads to revolutions.
Brute force leads only to regimes being overthrown. Wars spread over generations, and blood soaking the fields until both sides starve.
Brute force wins wars, yes. But it is a momentary victory, and then the defeated revolt.
But a cajoling voice, and gentle guidance, and patience…
Let the children think they've won.
Title: The only sign of our obedience left
Fandom: Avengers movieverse
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Milton
Warnings: spoilers for movie; implied non-con; mentions of mind-control
Pairings: implied Loki/Clint, Coulson/Clint
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 375
Point of view: third
Prompt: Avengers movieverse, Hawkeye, He still sees things out of the corner of his eyes
After Thor takes his brother and the tessaract back to Asgard, Clint runs. He figures Nat could find him if she wanted, maybe if Fury asked, but he doesn't care.
The world's safe, New York is rebuilding (like it always does), so Clint goes to ground so he can lick his wounds in peace.
He can't sleep. Every time he tries, he wakes up shaking. (Shivering. Not trembling. Not shuddering. Shivering. That's important.)
Clint doesn't remember what he dreams, the few times he manages REM. All he knows is that he wakes up shaking.
He can still feel Loki slithering around in his head. Can still hear his voice. Out of the corner of his eye, he can still see Loki, see his master, his god.
Clint's never worshiped anything in his life, but he spread himself wide for Loki, and just the memory of it makes him shake with want. (Shiver. Not tremble. Not shudder. Shiver.) It's weak, and it's sick, and if he had Loki in front of him right now, he'd still fall to his knees and bow his head and ask for his god's command, and obey not just to the letter, but to the spirit. Go out of his way to make sure Loki was pleased.
He hates Loki. More than he's ever hated anything. He can name every man and woman he killed on Loki's word (Phil) and he helped fight off Loki's invasion of his home - but he didn't even try to fight Loki while Loki was inside him, filling up every little nook and cranny, taking Clint completely and making Clint his.
Didn't want to fight, when it was just him Loki had.
He wakes up shaking and knows he would've put an arrow through anyone's eye. Phil, Natasha, Captain America. He might've even enjoyed it, if Fury had been a hair slower and Clint hadn't had somewhere else to be.
Loki's gone. Back to Asgard and whatever medieval punishment they can come up with. Most of him wants it to hurt, to flay and burn and carve. A part of him knows that if Loki were being held on Earth, Clint might break him out.
He hates knowing that about himself.
He really hopes Natasha doesn't look for him.
Title: such pleasure be in things to us forbidden
Fandom: Inception
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Milton
Warnings: dark mentions of violence/character death
Pairings: Arthur/Eames
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 140
Point of view: third
Prompt: any, any, the one who thinks he/she is taking advantage and the one who actually is
One day, Eames knows, one of them will turn on the other, and it'll be a blaze of glory and blood and bullets (and, more than likely, a blade), and then one (or both) of them will be dead, spread prone on the ground, eyes staring.
It will be beautiful. It will be devastating.
It will be amazing.
.
One day, Arthur knows, Eames will try to pull a fast-one on him. It's simply Eames' nature; he goes with the strongest, and he must always test just who is the strongest.
One day, Arthur knows, Eames will wonder if Arthur has grown weak or complacent.
Because Arthur knows this, he will see it coming, make adjustments to whatever he has going at the time, and beat Eames into the ground.
It will be beautiful. It will be electrifying.
It will be fun.
Title: forget and smile
Fandom: Mission Impossible Ghost Protocol/Avengers movieverse
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Christina Rosseti
Warnings: post-Ghost Protocol; pre-Avengers
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 230
Point of view: third
Prompt: Mission: Impossible - Ghost Protocol, Brandt, not the first time falling (not the first time hitting the ground)
William Brandt is a good alias. Brandt's a good guy, loyal, nice. Easy-going, funny, follows orders.
Brandt's an easier identity than Clint Barton, that's for sure. Less enemies, too.
Not that that's hard, actually, come to think of it. Barton pisses people off just by breathing, sometimes, seems like.
Brandt's a good guy. He's gonna miss him.
.
"Welcome back, Agent Barton," Coulson says, wearing a bland smile. He can see the genuine pleasure there, though. It soothes some of the sting of having to kill Brandt. A little.
"Good to be back, sir," he lies, shoving all of Brandt to the file cabinet in the back of his mind, where all of the men he's been rest until he needs them again.
Brandt's team will look for him, he's sure. They know that death isn't always final, especially without a body.
"Agent Romanova is waiting at the range," Coulson tells him.
He nods, walking past Coulson. Brandt was a good shot, sure. But Brandt could never make a third of the shots Barton does, and he needs to shake this off. Why is it so hard?
Brandt was a lie. They're all lies. He hasn't been real since his parents died and he started playing this game.
Brandt is dead. Barton's alive. Simple as that.
He'll be Barton, until Barton has to die, too.
Easy as bull's-eye.