Thursday: siblings
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comment_ficWelcome to Thursday, y’all. Today’s theme is siblings! You either love ‘em or you hate ‘em – or maybe you’re completely indifferent to their existence.
As ever, the rules are:
*No more than five prompts in a row.
*No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
*No spoilers in prompts for a month after airing. Use a spoiler cut as needed.
If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space.
Have fun!
As ever, the rules are:
*No more than five prompts in a row.
*No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
*No spoilers in prompts for a month after airing. Use a spoiler cut as needed.
If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space.
Have fun!
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Date: 2014-09-04 05:17 am (UTC)The Simpsons, Bart + Lisa + Maggie, they grow up to be a supervillain team of the highest caliber
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Date: 2014-09-04 05:17 am (UTC)Despicable Me, Margo + Edith + Agnes, all grown up and kickass awesome
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Date: 2014-09-04 05:18 am (UTC)Black Jewels series, Della & KaeAskavi, siblings of the soul don’t have to be the same species
Fill. A Maternal Eye
Date: 2014-09-04 10:37 pm (UTC)That puzzled her the most.
Until she had met Kaelas, she'd never imagined that Arcerian cats could have any use for humans. Even as prey there were better alternatives. But both her mate and her kitten insisted to give their loyalty and affection to the two-legged creatures, and though the Lady was a worthy exception - everyone knew that she was truly more cat than woman - she saw no gain in trusting the others.
This... Della... was nothing like the Lady. She wasn't even Blood. She'd had no idea of how to talk to the kindred (though, she admitted, the girl hadn't talked to anybody except KaeAskavi for the first few weeks).
Now, as her kitten's purrs filled the den, she gazed again at the pair.
The girl's blue eyes were wide open, and she turned very still when she became aware of the notice of an adult Arcerian cat.
At least the little human was sensible.
But this time Della didn't flinch or hide her face into KaeAskavi's coat. Turning her head a little in her direction, the girl stared back, as curious and careful as kittens when they discovered a live snake in the spring.
Then she did the thing that the Lady always did when she visited. Her face contorted, the muscles of her cheeks pulling up and dragging the mouth along, exposing a flash of useless blunt teeth.
A smile, Kaelas had explained.
It was a sign of fondness among humans.
The resulting expression did add a certain charm to the pale face, she supposed. But someone should explain to the humans that showing one's fangs to someone bigger and stronger was not in their best interests.
Smothering the urge to return the gesture - as fangs and claws seemed to make the little girl uncomfortable - KaeAskavi's dam huffed and lowered her head on top of her front paws, still holding that blue gaze. Her whiskers twitched when the girl's arms reached around her kitten's neck, but the instinct not to allow any touch to her kitten that was not hers was a whisper now.
She'd allowed Kaelas around their kitten. In comparison, allowing a human child to share KaeAskavi's sleeping spot was easy.
KaeAskavi shifted around until his face laid on the girl's chest.
Della giggled when the fur tickled her neck, and moved her hand down to caress between KaeAskavi's ears. The girl gave her one last inquisitive look, and she understood she was being asked for permission. Curious herself, she used the signal she'd seen exchanged between the Lady's Consort and her Eyrien brother when they approved of each other: she bobbed her head up and down a few times.
It worked.
Della's teeth flashed white again, this time showing more and for a longer time.
Then she curled herself around KaeAskavi and, holding him tight, made a noise in the back of her throat.
As a purr, it was awful, but the attempt softened the female's heart.
The little human was trying to make a connection, and she couldn't find fault in such an endeavor. It meant that Della was an acceptable companion for her kitten, and she could rest easier at the idea of having the girl-child in their den.
Perhaps even, as Kaelas and the Lady had done, this pair would also grow to be as close as siblings.
KaeAskavi's dam mused over that thought and, after some careful consideration, she decided it was a good thought.
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Date: 2014-09-04 05:18 am (UTC)Black Jewels series, Jaenelle and Wilhelmina, it isn’t easy being sister to Witch – but Wilhelmina can’t imagine her baby sister any other way
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Date: 2014-09-04 05:19 am (UTC)Supernatural, Winchesters + Adam Milligan, if John had told Dean&Sam about their brother before his death
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Date: 2014-09-04 08:08 am (UTC)“I. You. Uh,” Dean coughed, looking at their father, looking him in the eyes. “We have a, uh…me and Sam, you say we have a what, now? Sir?”
Sam felt like he was operating on two different planes. He was reminded in a wild way of that time when he was fourteen and a hunt took them to San Francisco, his first time in California. He’d never known the famous bridge was a double-decker, that people going to and from the city travelled on different levels. It had blown his mind, somehow, and all he remembers from that trip was how patiently Dean had put up with him talking about cantilevers and suspension mechanics. Dean had been eighteen then and it was about the last time he’d been really patient with Sam. After that Dean had decided Sam was old enough not to be a bitch, and any time Dean indulged him it was when dad was out of town or, with Flagstaff fresh in mind, when Dean was afraid he’d run away again.
Speaking of Flagstaff, Sam had gone there two weekends ago. Brady’s uncle — Brady being Sam’s awesome roommate — worked for a company that did lighting for a bluegrass festival and he’d given Brady a handful of tickets and they’d gone with some friends, spent a long weekend listening to music and drinking cheap beer, smoking pot and not worrying about anything.
Now, here was his father, here was his brother, sitting in his cramped dorm room and dropping the biggest bomb on him since they told him the closet monster was real.
Only, this time, it’s not Dean sitting beside him, nodding along because he’s in the know already and it’s his job to be there to hold Sam and make it better when the lights go out. This time it’s dad sitting on Brady’s bed and Sam sitting on his own, Dean standing by the window (which is dirty and grimy and Brady keeps saying he’s going to borrow some Windex from the RA that has a crush on him but it hasn’t happened yet and fuck but this place is a mess, it’s a disaster, honestly, it’s worse than what their motel rooms looked like on those long weeks that dad left them alone, and Sam’s embarrassed to be here. Okay? He’s ashamed that this is what he ran away for).
“Yeah,” Dad said, nodding at Dean but not looking at him. “I just found out. He, uh, he’s in middle school. Good grades, I guess.” Dad said, glancing at Sam like he’d prepared this tidbit of information just for him, but looked away before he could really see him, before he’d have to pretend not to see the look on Sam’s face.
“So, what,” Dean said, and Sam locked his eyes on his big brother, focused on how he didn’t look any different than he had last year when Sam said goodbye to him. “So that’s it? Dad, we had a shifter on the hook, and you let it go and brought us here for this? What is this kid, some fuckin’ angel? Cuz unless he’s got some magic powers gonna help us get that sonofabitch demon, I’m taking the car and you can walk back for all I care.”
“Dean,” Sam was on his feet and reaching for him, covering his brother’s hand on the doorknob without thinking about it. His heart skipped enough fucking beats he should probably be dead, but he didn’t let up. Old habits, and all that; the Winchester loyalty died hard. “Chill out, okay? It’s…” He glanced at their dad who was just looking down at his hands. Okay, then. He took Dean’s elbow and dragged him out into the lobby.
In the harsh fluorescent lights, Dean looked terrible. Sam wanted to ask him if he was okay, if he’d been eating anything other than gas n’ sip buffet, and if he could help.
“Dude,” Sam said, ducking his head to try and catch Dean’s eye. “Seriously, are you okay? I mean, yeah, it’s a bombshell, but how could you not expect something like this? Dad disappears for weeks at a time and you taught me yourself how to steal condoms out of his bag so he wouldn’t notice. I mean, those things are pretty safe but they’re not idiot-proof and dad’s an idiot sometimes. It makes sense, right? It’s not like all this time we thought he was some kind of monk avenging your mom’s memor—“
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