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Title: medicine of the soul
Fandom: Marvel movies
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: angst, depression
Pairings: some Steve/Peggy and Steve/Bucky leanings
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 490
Point of view: third
Prompt: Avengers movieverse, Bucky +/Steve, He's pretty much back to his old self except for one thing

Bucky used to laugh at the stupidest things. Once he was laughing, Steve had to, too, just because. Bucky could hardly ever explain what was so funny, but he had the most contagious laugh. He was so beautiful when he was laughing. The rest of the time, too, of course, but when he was laughing... by god, there was nothing more beautiful.

Then came the War, and Peggy, she was beautiful, too. She didn't laugh as easily as Bucky, but it was just as contagious, just as gorgeous. Steve wouldn’t have ever been able to say which was prettier, but then, neither of them would’ve asked.

He knows he could’ve loved Peggy, given time. She sure was something else.

Bucky fell, and there’s nothing after that. No color, no light. Just… existence. Existence, and Schmidt. Well. He could take care of one of those, couldn’t he?

Turns out, he could take care of both.

. . .

Except, he didn’t.

Schmidt died, but Hydra and Steve didn’t. And Peggy’s still got a beautiful laugh, but even with her, there’s not much worth laughing about in the shining future. It’s so loud, so bright, and there’s still missions, and goddamned alien armies from outer space, and at least it’s something to do. Keep busy and eventually, the misery’ll work itself out.

Bucky used to laugh about the stupidest things. It might be silly, but it’s his laugh Steve misses most.


Bucky doesn’t laugh much these days. Banner and Stark’s (certified, trusted) doctors say it’s a miracle, how far he’s come. It’s barely been two years. He’s a human again (he never wasn’t a human, but some battles, Steve doesn’t fight anymore), and he’s got hobbies and TV shows he watches, errands he runs, meals he cooks for the whole team (which he’s on, has been for three months), he visits Peggy and goes to meetings with Sam, he talks to Jarvis instead of a psychiatrist or any doctor at all, and Jarvis keeps quiet about whatever Bucky says (except that once, very early on, when Bucky had explained how much better Steve and the world would be without him). And sometimes, Bucky even smiles.

But he almost never laughs. And it’s silly, such a stupid worry, but Steve wants that laughter back, Bucky’s full-bodied laugh, how every part of him was just so joyful.

He hoards Bucky’s smiles, his few (barely-there) chuckles, that one time his grin lit up his whole face. He replays them on the bad days, and tries to earn more on the good.

Bucky’s sisters are dead. Peggy never saw his true laughter. Steve’s the only person left who remembers. And it’s so selfish, because Bucky’s a miracle, to have come so far. He’s happy. He’s living. Steve’s grateful, he really is. The world’s such a bright place, when he can look over and meet Bucky’s eyes.

But he really does miss how Bucky used to laugh at the stupidest things.

Title: a sister alone
Fandom: Cinderella
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 50
Point of view: third
Prompt: author's choice, any, I loved them still; they seemed / Like old companions in adversity. (William Cullen Bryant)

She knows they were never friends, much less true sisters, but when she is staring around the castle with the eyes of a servant instead of the nobleman's daughter she was born as -- she wants to clutch their hands and whisper her wonder and know that she's not alone here.

Title: oh, i wish
Written January 26, 2015
Prompt: any, any, childhood memories

the world was smaller then
or maybe that was just me
I could do anything
fly and swim and run
I could be anything
a pirate a princess a hired gun
Mama was so smart
she could solve anything
Daddy was so strong and warm
I miss the naps in kindergarten
I miss my problems being solved by someone else
if I could go back --
the world is small now
or maybe that's just me
I'm so much taller
not smarter but wiser maybe
there's so much to do
so much to see
I'll always miss the naps in kindergarten
and so many problems still get to me
if I could go back --
well, who's to say?

Title: to be or not to be
Fandom: White Collar
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: I haven't seen anything since Neal got brought back from the island
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 49
Point of view: third
Prompt: White Collar, Peter/Neal(/Elizabeth), Neal isn't ever going to be reformed

He knows what Peter is hoping, but he also knows himself. He doesn't need to steal or con or forge anymore, of course he doesn't, but --

"You're going to break his heart," El says softly, and Neal shrugs.

It's not like this could ever go any other way.

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.


( 2 comments — Leave a comment )
Mar. 7th, 2015 12:47 pm (UTC)
*nods* It so much better when one's loved one laughs... poor Steve (poor both). :-/
Mar. 8th, 2015 12:37 am (UTC)

Thanks for reading!
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