Pinch Hit - Book Titles
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Thursday already? My, the week is flying by.
Been doing a little tidying-up around my bookshelves, and so for today's theme, let's borrow some inspiration from some book titles
But first, a few rules:
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
No spoilers in prompts.
If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space.
Prompts should be formatted as follows:
Fandom, Character+/Character, Prompt
Some examples:
-Torchwood, any, The Secret History
-The Dresden Files, Harry Dresden+any, Under my Hat
-Any, any, My Eyes Mint Gold
Been doing a little tidying-up around my bookshelves, and so for today's theme, let's borrow some inspiration from some book titles
But first, a few rules:
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
No spoilers in prompts.
If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space.
Prompts should be formatted as follows:
Fandom, Character+/Character, Prompt
Some examples:
-Torchwood, any, The Secret History
-The Dresden Files, Harry Dresden+any, Under my Hat
-Any, any, My Eyes Mint Gold
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Date: 2014-08-21 05:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-08-21 05:33 pm (UTC)Fill
Date: 2014-08-21 09:27 pm (UTC)Murphy had left her ball-cap on Harry's couch.
Harry grinned, made a gesture, and then picked up the hat. Where the hat had been sitting, there was now a treat. Mouse pounced on it with all the grace of a bulldozer.
Within seconds, the treat was gone, but now there was a huge, slobbery, wet spot on the couch cushion.
Murphy smiled at Harry and shook her head.
Then Harry put the hat on the arm of an easy-chair. And lifted it again.
Murphy laughed out loud as Mouse almost knocked the chair over in his enthusiasm to get at the treat.
"How long do you plan on toying with him like that?" Murphy asked as she looked distastefully at the drool smeared over the arm of the chair.
Harry shrugged. "One more time."
Then he put the hat on Murphy's head.
"Dammit, Harry!!!" was all that Murphy had time to say.
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Date: 2014-08-21 05:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-08-21 05:48 pm (UTC)Person of Interest, Finch/Reese, The Spy Who Came in from the Cold
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Date: 2014-08-21 08:32 pm (UTC)“Really, Mr Reese,” Finch started saying as he unwound the scarf, “I would have expected you to return sooner, given the way the weather has been deteriorating.”
Reese mumbled something, his chapped lips preventing audible conversation.
“And if you’re telling me that personal surveillance was the best way of keeping track of our number, then can I remind you that I did make alternative suggestions, which you rejected out of hand.”
Reese grunted in response and moved his hands slightly so that Finch could take off his gloves and overcoat. He was surprised when Finch began to remove the next layer as well, but almost managed a small smile when he was told “Body heat is the best way to warm another person, so that is what we shall be doing.”
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Date: 2014-08-21 05:49 pm (UTC)Sherlock, Sherlock/John, Pride and Prejudice
FILLED: 100 words on scars
Date: 2014-08-21 06:59 pm (UTC)― Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice
John ran his hands across his lover’s back.
Scars. He knew them by heart. Two angry X shapes, testimonies to the merciless lash of the whip. As his hands moved to Sherlock’s side, his left encountered the knife wound. On the ribcage, his right hand ghosted over five horizontal lines. Razorblade, such a wicked thing. At least it had left clean scars, not like the Indian’s spike. The infection had left a mark even worse than the four feet of iron that had been run through Sherlock.
Each one a story that must not be forgotten. John recalled them all.
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Date: 2014-08-21 05:50 pm (UTC)Dominion, Alex/Michael, A Tale of Two Cities
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Date: 2014-08-21 05:53 pm (UTC)Guardians of the Galaxy, Quill/+Drax, Stranger in a Strange Land
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Date: 2014-08-21 05:55 pm (UTC)The Wild Wild West, Artie/Jim, True Grit
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Date: 2014-08-21 07:50 pm (UTC)Re: FILLED!
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Date: 2014-08-21 07:55 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-08-21 07:59 pm (UTC)i'd blame you but I was writing this already oops <3
Date: 2014-08-22 03:45 am (UTC)He remembers thinking he was the luckiest kid alive, until he wasn't anymore.
He wants to be forgiving. Some part of him – the part that shields itself in holsters and boots, a new mask for a new name – has forgiven Bruce for not saving him once. Some part of him has forgiven the others for forgetting him, forgetting the person he might have been. But he cannot forgive the men who wait in alleys, the ones who choose blood and violence and greed. He cannot forgive the ones like him.
People, he knows, think of each other as whole beings. Not just the way Dick used to call him little brother, not Bruce's rare words of praise, not the bruises Dick has given him since or the rest of them pretending he wasn't one of them, once. People see each other, see themselves, as whole things – not masks and weapons and safehouses, sarcastic phrases and gunsmoke.
What came back from the dead wasn't a person, not really. It spoke with his mouth, thought with his thoughts – crazy, tangled, full of rage and desperation and confusion – but it wasn't something real.
He's learning, slowly, to be real. Piece by piece, through blood and bone and the sound his boots make on rooftops. Becoming a person again, well. That takes a little more time.
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Date: 2014-08-21 08:01 pm (UTC)DCU/Avengers movieverse, talk of death/violence/brainwashing
Date: 2014-09-09 07:16 pm (UTC)(In this 'verse; warnings for Jason and Bucky's canon backstories)
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Three days after he starts tagging along with Jimmy (who seems to honestly have no larger goal than waking up every morning and wandering around looking at random shit), they get attacked by goons.
Before Jason can take them out, all four of them are down for good and Jimmy is looking at him with wide eyes like he's about to punished or something.
“You know how to get rid of bodies?” Jason asks.
Jimmy shrugs. He usually says about a total of 5 words a day.
“Okay,” Jason says, “well, you’re about to learn.”
…
He doesn’t know Jimmy’s story beyond the obvious, and he doesn’t care. Jimmy’s like a kid, looking around in wonder, like everything’s new and it’s miraculous. Whoever broke him, though, wants him back because the goons keep coming.
Jason doesn’t see the arm until a week in. Oh, shit, he thinks, but he doesn’t react and he knows Jimmy notices that he’s seen it but he acts like he doesn’t care. Maybe he doesn’t know what it means.
(But he has been keeping it hidden.)
Jimmy is that guy who tore up DC awhile back. Even in the ass-end of Nowhere, Europe, Jason saw the news.
Which means Hydra is after them. Hydra, which is bigger than anything he’s got planned in Gotham, and more important than his revenge.
Because he apparently still has morals. Who knew?
…
He asks after they’re bedded down for the night, “Do you know who’s after you?”
Jimmy answers, “Yes.”
Jason licks his lips. “You wanna… you wanna go after them first?”
If Hydra gets their hands on Jimmy again… it’s been five days and he’s realizing he was a goner when he saw Jimmy trying to melt into that dirty bar.
“They won’t give up,” Jimmy says softly. “I was too much of an asset.” He pauses; Jason listens to him breathe, and then Jimmy confesses, “I don’t want to be an asset anymore.”
“Then let’s burn those fuckers down,” Jason says.
Bruce might even approve, not that Jason gives a shit. But Jimmy needs him because at some point, Hydra is going to send too many for even him to beat in a fight. Jimmy’s just been reacting. He needs to go on the offensive, and he needs time to heal, which means he needs someone to watch his back.
“Burn them down?” Jimmy asks in the smallest voice Jason has ever heard.
It makes him want to stab someone in the eye.
“Yeah,” Jason says. “A little bit of research, a little bit of planning – and then we take the fight to them and we tear them down and we set them on fire and we salt the earth, after, and then we do it again and again until the message sticks.”
“And you…” Jimmy’s voice trails off, and he tries again, “You will… help me?”
Jason nods, saying, “Yeah. It’ll be fun.”
“Fun?” Jimmy sounds disbelieving and Jason laughs.
“I was planning some mayhem anyway, Jimmy,” he explains, rolling over to look at Jimmy, mostly just a in the dark. “At least this involves eradicating a Nazi death cult.” A Nazi death cult whose kill list he was probably on, based on what the talking heads said Project Insight was. A little above his paygrade, though.
But this? Those fuckers trying to get Jimmy back so they can turn him into an asset -- that’s personal.
“I know where the bases are,” Jimmy says. “I know where all the bases are.”
In the dark, Jason smiles. He figures Jimmy’s doing the same.
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Date: 2014-08-21 08:10 pm (UTC)idk idk *hands*
Date: 2014-08-24 01:35 am (UTC)But he’s tired of it. Tired of Steve being quiet at him, tired of Steve deferring to him with every damn look, tired of Steve waiting for him to speak like he’s going to come out with fucking poetry instead of “let’s eat” or “do you want to punch this guy, or should I?”
He didn’t spend half a fucking century as a killing machine so he could come back and have anyone treat him like something breakable. He broke once, when they turned him into this – another time when he came back. It’s not going to happen again.
And the real thing of it is – the thing that makes him fucking crazy – is the way Steve kisses him now. Soft, sweet, quiet – like he’s fucking dying.
And, well, been there, got the metal arm from it.
He lets it go on for a while. He guides Steve through it, pulls him in a little closer, grips him a little tighter. Digs his nails into Steve’s skin like to say take a hint, Stevie. But eventually, the levee just fucking breaks and instead of letting Steve kiss him soft and gentle, he just throws him against the wall. Bites at Steve’s mouth until Steve bites back, pushes back, grinds against him like something desperate and clinging, like the part of Bucky that’s been trying to get out, trying to scratch its way to the surface for fucking months.
Afterward, when Steve’s sweating and breathless against him, he murmurs in Steve’s ear, “You don’t have to be so fuckin’ easy with me, you know. Not about anything.”
Steve looks at him for a while, and for a second Bucky’s afraid he’s going to try to have some talk with him about what he’s gone through, but then he smiles, the kind of smile that scrawny kid from Brooklyn would use after Bucky saved his ass, and says, “Yeah, I got it now.The bitemarks kinda say it all.”
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Date: 2014-08-21 08:23 pm (UTC)