pinch-hit: Thursday

[tigriswolf]

Well, here's the pinch-hit for Thursday.

Today's theme is A Softer World. You can just snag the words or link to the whole thing. Y'all know the rules.

Have fun!

Comments

[mangacrack.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, John + Dean + Ben, i am too young to be a granny

[mangacrack.livejournal.com]

any, any, I paid for her. She's mine.

[mangacrack.livejournal.com]

The Avengers, Loki, saying your plans out loud is a good way to hear god laugh

[mangacrack.livejournal.com]

Thor, Odin & Loki, I'd be less nervous if my son killed hookers.
In that video game / he gets into a car and drives real slow
and careful
looking for blacks.

[blythechild.livejournal.com]

Criminal Minds, Reid/Hotch, quiet kisses are so hardcore

[rebak1tten.livejournal.com]

Sorry this got away a bit and went for a fluff festival.

Posted on AO3 -

http://archiveofourown.org/works/714801

[mangacrack.livejournal.com]

any, any, I'm going to build a new boyfriend out of garbage and dirty feathers. No one else will touch him.

[enmuse.livejournal.com]

Marvel (any), Tony, are my parents ever coming home?

[enmuse.livejournal.com]

The Mentalist, any, You think no one hears. You think there will be no one to stop you.

[enmuse.livejournal.com]

any, any, all it takes is one long swim to start over.

Inception, Dom-centric. One Long Swim.

[ammcj062.livejournal.com]

[I cannot over-emphasize how perfectly this prompt fits Inception.]

Dom is born into the world on a rocky beach, gasping and struggling through the breakers. The police are chasing him, have chased him right out of the US. He needs a friend.

Arthur is there, waiting for him. “You look like you swallowed half the ocean,” he says. Dom hacks up more water and takes the towel Arthur offers. Through the shivers he briskly rubs his head dry, and then combs his hair back into a semblance of order. He changes on the beach, shedding the clothes from his old life right there and dressing himself in a new suit.

When he’s done, he goes to where Arthur is standing, surveying the ocean from an outcropping of rock. “I need to get back to my children,” he says.

Arthur leads him towards a waiting car and they get in. “We’re going to need funds,” Arthur says.

---

Arthur is propped against a counter, wheezing for breath as he doggedly fires clip after clip over his head. Dom pops up to supplement Arthur’s blind shooting with a few aimed shots of his own, then crouches back down again. Arthur rolls his head to look at him, ignorant of the trickle of blood dripping down his chin. “Cobb,” he rasps. “Go.”

All he has to do is make it to the ocean. They’re dockside; it’s just a few hundred yards away. But Arthur – Dom does not want to leave him behind.

Arthur coughs stiltedly, and the gun he is reloading fumbles from his grasp. Dom fires a few more shots to keep their opponents from thinking they’ve run out of ammo. When he ducks back under cover Arthur is loosely cradling the gun in his lap as he watches Dom. “I’m not moving,” he says, voice weak. It’s hideously un-Arthur like. “Can’t. You go.”

Dom looks towards the ocean before turning once more towards their pursuers, greater in number and all unharmed. Arthur’s hand latches onto his arm, convulsing once in a show of willpower before loosening so much it’s like his hand is only resting in the crook of Dom’s arm. “Go!” he says, and then coughs from the effort. More blood dribbles out of his mouth.

Dom goes.

He runs for the ocean, dodging a few stray bullets. Most of the hostiles remain eerily fixated on Arthur. It roars loudly in his ears as he dives under the waves, striking out for the bottom. It’s mid-April and the waters are still freezing. His clothes quickly become saturated and drag him down faster. His lungs burn, his feet loose feeling, his arms become too heavy to move. He sinks downwards, lungs burning, knowing that there is an escape here if only he can hold on a little longer –

---

Dom rockets out of the lake with a great gasp of air. His lungs burn, and Dom looks back to measure his achievement. Today he swam nearly three fourths of the width on a single breath.

He walks back to his house, towels himself dry, and smiles when he sees James and Philippa playing in the yard. He thinks of calling out to them to see their faces.

“Dom,” someone says urgently behind him. “It’s now or never. You have to make a decision.”

He takes the plane ticket and goes to find Arthur.

[tigriswolf]

Teen Wolf (TV), Stiles(/Derek), I think I’ve got fireflies where my caution should be.

[tigriswolf]

Glee, Kurt/Blaine, it would be nice if, when people said ‘go back where you came from,’ they just meant we were all better off in the oceans.

[tigriswolf]

Teen Wolf (TV), Derek, a hero needs an origin story

[tigriswolf]

Author’s choice, author’s choice, I spend all my time in puddles. I miss the ocean.

[tigriswolf]

Avengers movieverse, Loki or Clint, I like to leave my emotional baggage unattended in airports – and then call in a tip.

[enmuse.livejournal.com]

any, any, I was going to figure out the postage and send you... (http://www.asofterworld.com/index.php?id=43)

[enmuse.livejournal.com]

The Mentalist, Cho/Jane, I don't know if your wings are real, but I've never seen you without them, and I follow you everywhere.

[wildlinggirl.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Dean/Benny, masturbation as therapy

[wildlinggirl.livejournal.com]

ASOIAF/Game of Thrones, Bran (or Rickon), Are my parents ever coming home?

[ciaranbochna.livejournal.com]

The Avengers, Loki & Thanos, "Our bodies are ours to break, ours to throw into rivers, ours to light on fire, ours to launch into the depths of space."

offer - Thanos/Death, PG, future!fic, AUish

[tigriswolf]

What have you to offer? he asked the godling huddled on cold rock.

Only myself and the worlds I break, the godling murmured.

That is enough, he said. Rise.

.

Fallen into the depths, abandoned and forgotten, lost, so lost - a worthy adversary, had things gone differently.

But things did not go differently and Thanos watched the godling's pain and fear and rage temper into a determination to burn down everything that had been for what would be:

Loki Odinson become Loki No-one-son, scourge of the cosmos.

A worthy ally, Thanos thought.

The child is not your ally, his love replied from a far off star.

No, Thanos agreed. Tools are not allies - but they might eventually be.

.

Loki’s one task on Earth (as they locals call it) was to open the door.

Three thousand Chitauri died, but that is their purpose.

The way was shut – or so the locals believed.

Loki returned to Asgard in chains, but Thanos’ love was near enough to cradle his spirit, and that was enough.

.

What have you to offer? Death asked the boy trembling in her arms.

Only myself and the realms I slaughter, the godling murmured.

Then rise, once-father, Death said. Rise and be free.

.

Loki vanished from Asgard. By the time he returned, no one living on Earth remembered him as anything more than history.

Remember what you promised, Thanos told him, hand-in-hand with Death.

“Brother!” Thor shouted at the head of Asgard’s army, wearing his father’s crown and carrying his father’s spear.

Loki Odinson died when he fell, so Loki did not reply.

Show us your worth, once-father, Death murmured.

Loki, scourge of the cosmos; Loki, bringer of Ragnarök.

“Brother!” Thor shouted again.

Only myself, Loki thought, and it is enough.

He closed his eyes and lit the fire.

[wildlinggirl.livejournal.com]

Supernatural/Glee, Dean/Puck, THIS is why you don't date teens.

[c3childs.livejournal.com]

Batman, Alfred, care to explain THAT one?

[c3childs.livejournal.com]

Batman, any birds gotta fly

[c3childs.livejournal.com]

Neverwhere, Count de Carabas, I suppose I took the metaphor too literally.

[lah-mrh.livejournal.com]

Any, any, I want people to tell their children terrifying stories about the things we did for love.

Teen Wolf, Stiles + Peter, PG, AU

[tigriswolf]

(In this 'verse. Warnings for minor character death.)

Adrian Harris is first, a gift for the boy. Six years ago, he was a drunkard who let a pretty blonde seduce him into murder. Now he is a dried up husk of a man who lives for tormenting his students, and Peter's new beta in particular.

Really, Harris has done most of the work himself, and the child has only his father's morals holding him back.

(His father's, not his. Oh, but Peter had chosen so well, high on the rush of being alpha.)

"We'll be completely bonded as alpha and beta," he tells the boy, watching Harris struggle uselessly. "Nothing will be able to come between us, or turn you from me."

The boy flicks at glance at him, heart steady, and shifts.

Peter hasn't managed the full shift yet, not like Talia or Laura, but this boy, his beta -

"Please, please, don't do this, you don't have to do this!" Harris blubbers, trying to scramble back.

Stiles lunges and Peter smiles as blood fills the night air.

[livingtolaugh.livejournal.com]

any, any, I'm welcome at family christmas again. That's good I guess