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torchwood, any/any, tonight the world dies

Okay I hope this is anything to justify the prompt! I felt a bit emotional and dark so here you are! Thanks for the prompt!

Jack stood, watching the world below burn. For once maybe there was nothing he could do? Maybe for once he wanted the world to know what it felt like to die? To sit in darkness. A never ending hole of bleak, burning pain, filled with sorrow and utter detestation.

He knew one day the world would die, that it could in fact be infiltrated. Manipulated and turned to dust like so many others before them. Whole races wiped out by a never ending storm of fire and ice. Jack swore on his never ending life that he would strive to protect Cardiff... to protect the world from alien threat. Maybe today he could be forgiven for misleading the human race? Maybe today he could be forgiven for his team and himself for letting them down?

Who was he to the men, women and children of Earth now? A let down? A failure? Something of false hope? He couldn't fathom what he could be now. He didn't want to. His blue eyes burned. There was nothing he could do.

“Tonight the world dies.” He whispered into the hot, smoky air, not expecting an answer.

“Maybe we weren't meant to save it. Maybe he was supposed to come and save the world again.”

“Maybe we aren't worth the stress any more.” Jack said quietly, his eyes landing on the man beside him, his hand reaching for his. The other man's blue eyes met his, the flickering light of fire shadowing his face.

“Everyone that's alive is worth the stress Jack.”

“Then why couldn't we stop it? We've battled aliens of all kinds yet we couldn't stop this from happening.”

Ianto squeezed Jack's hand tightly, before turning to the devastation.

“We can't stop everything Jack. It doesn't matter how hard you try... anything is inevitable. Anything can happen.” He whispered before finishing with,

“We as people... have to learn to accept that loss is all but a new beginning.”

With one last look across the lands, they disappeared into the stars, hoping one day they'd be able to forget... the loss, the pain and the sense of failure that had come to corrupt their hearts as a whole.

Edited 2015-01-10 21:26 (UTC)

omg this is perfect!! it more than does justice to the prompt (and yes, dark was definitely what i was hoping for and this was just the right amount of dark with just a sprinkle of hope at the end) loved it :)

I am glad you liked it! I have wanted to find a prompt that I could scribble something dark for so thanks again for coming up with that :)

MCU, Steve/Bucky, Bucky wants the whole world to bleed, but for Steve's sake he only aims at HYDRA

(references to torture/brainwashing/violence)

What he never says is that he remembers everything. What he doesn't say is that he's remembered before and they wiped him. Over and over and over -- if he was out for longer than 12 hours, he got a wipe. Because he remembered quickly, who the enemy was. He remembered, and he fought, and he got wiped.

All told, he was out of the ice for less than six months. They'd wiped him a lot in the early days, back when they were still 'training' him, trying to kill the man and keep only the reflexes.

For almost a week, they thought they'd succeeded.

Steve finds him sitting on the dirt and watching a training facility burn. Steve talks to him the way they used to talk to feral cats and prisoners they liberated in Europe. Steve tells him they were friends, best friends, and teammates and everything in the world to each other. Steve tells him that his name is James Buchanan Barnes but he preferred Bucky. Steve tells him that it was Hydra, not him.

He remembers everything from when he was awake and scattered flashes of dreams from when he wasn’t. He’s even looked through the data the Black Widow uploaded – he’s not mentioned in it. There was no recoverable footage of the Winter Soldier from the attack on Project Insight or the fight prior to it. What’s left of SHIELD has neither the time nor capabilities for capturing him, should they wish to.

He remembers everything, but it has been a long journey for him, and he is not the man Steve remembers. He wants his vengeance, and he wants it bloody and burnt into the face of the earth because he has shaped it and it is his to destroy.

He is not the man Steve remembers; he says it to Steve but once. He says it but once because Steve’s face crumples and he reaches, and his grip is strong and gentle and he whispers, “I love you anyway.”

He wants everything to bleed for what he has survived. He is a ghost and he wants to haunt the world.

For Steve, he limits his wrath to Hydra.

He remembers everything. (He doesn’t think of what will happen when Hydra is bled dry and ground into the dirt.)

OOH THIS IS SOOOO GOOOOD

thank you!!!!

Love these lines especially:

He wants his vengeance, and he wants it bloody and burnt into the face of the earth because he has shaped it and it is his to destroy.

He is not the man Steve remembers; he says it to Steve but once. He says it but once because Steve’s face crumples and he reaches, and his grip is strong and gentle and he whispers, “I love you anyway.”

He remembers everything. (He doesn’t think of what will happen when Hydra is bled dry and ground into the dirt.)

I'm so glad!

MCU/DCU, Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes/Jason Todd, thieves

Jason leans over Bucky's shoulder to look over the blueprints. "Tell me you didn't fake my death and bust me out of jail to rob a museum."

Steve looks up from across the table where he's sketching something. "No," Steve says. "We broke you out because you're the best at what you do."

"And," Bucky adds, wrapping an arm around Jason's waist. It's summer, and hot as fuck in this room, but he's wearing long sleeves to cover up the scars from a few years back when he nearly had his arm burnt off in an explosives mishap. "We faked your death because we missed you."

"That, too," Steve agrees.

"Definitely feelin' the love," Jason says. "Still." He makes a face. "Museums? They're just a bunch of old stuff."

"You're a bunch of old stuff," Bucky says, poking Jason in the ribs.

"Me?" Jason asks. "'Scuse me, but last time I checked, you two were the cradle-robbers around here. I mean," Jason teases, sighing, "Before you found me, I was just an innocent seventeen-year-old kid with a heart full of hope."

Steve stares at him. "You mean a seventeen-year-old kid who conned our doorman into letting you into the apartment?"

"You mean, a seventeen-year-old punk who made off with half a dozen art forgeries before we tracked you down?" Bucky adds.

"You say tomato…"

They'd tracked him down to the hole he'd been squatting in off and on since his mom took off and his dad went to prison. Bucky wanted to kick his ass and take the stuff back. Steve, seeing all the other lifted stuff maybe or maybe just being Steve, offered to buy him lunch – and then offered him a job.

Jason didn't get it at first, what they were giving him. Most guys who had approached him before wanted something else - but Jason practically had to crawl into their bed before they asked for anything else from him but a decent work ethic.

Bucky even laughed it off, that first week they met, when Jason lifted his wallet so effortlessly that it took him hours to even notice.

Jason could've left any time, a couple hundred thousand to his name, and they would have let him.

But the thing about thieves is, sometimes they steal your heart.

"Look," Steve says. He puts his sketchpad down, comes around the table to stand next to Jason. Without even thinking about it, Jason leans back into him. "You can say no, and we'll understand." His breath is warm on Jason's skin, and his hand presses against Jason's chest, right over his heart.

Bucky stands, too, and he and Steve share a look before he looks back at Jason. "You could've turned us in any time, kid, and you didn't. We get that."

"But," Steve says, "if you want out – if you want to stay with us or – whatever, Jason. We'll get it."

Jason thinks about it for maybe half a second. Yeah, maybe now that he's out of jail, and no one's looking for him, he could be some normal guy somewhere. But then again –

He pulls Bucky forward by the front of his shirt, kisses him hard. Then he leans back, tilts his head so he can do the same to Steve. Steve turns Jason around so they're pressed together chest to chest, and Jason gets that same need as ever to just curl up around Steve like a damn cat.

For a while, when Jason first met them, he thought about breaking them apart, stealing one from the other. Then he realized he could never choose.

Jason breaks the kiss. He looks at Steve, presses back against Bucky and says, "You kiddin' me? I leave for six months and you guys are lost without me. Of course I'm in."

Bucky snorts, and Steve shakes his head. "He's hopeless," Steve says to Bucky, and Jason moves sideways so Steve can bow his head toward Bucky.

"I've been telling you that for years," Bucky says. He gets his hand on the back of Steve's neck and kisses him. Jason watches them, the way they move against each other, easy and messy and right, and he feels hungry and needy and something like home.

"Yeah," Jason says, "That's what I missed."

They stop to look at him, and Jason says, "Well, that and stealing stuff. You know. It's kind of a tie."

"So maybe we should break that tie," Steve says, and Bucky starts working on Jason's belt while Steve helps Jason with his shirt, and yeah, Jason is exactly where he's supposed to be.

I LOVE THIS!!!

Mmmm so hot but also so clever and fun and lovely and full of feels

This is completely amazing - I love that Steve felt for him, the banter, and especially that he wanted to break them up and take on but he couldnt choose <3

Thank you so much for this terrificness :D

<3 you're so welcome! I had a lot of fun figuring out this little world of theirs and the dynamic between them all. thank you for the great prompt! :D

Gotham, any/any, this is for your own good

Arrow, Oliver/any male, rare gentle moment

At home, in their cozy, cute cottage in the wood, Roy's attempt at baking was not turning out as he would've liked. He was certain it could not be done--even though he followed the directions to the letter, reading each step carefully before beginning. He was rocking and rolling until the baking portion of the task.

That was when he got...a little distracted. Kissing Oliver and nibbling on his sweet lips, enjoying being hugged by the man he loved with all his life, took his mind off the task. Somewhere between the kindhearted “I love you” and the “Your the love of my life, my soul mate. You are my dream come true” Roy missed the sound of the timer dinging.

Thus, he ended up with burnt cookies. How freaking hard could it be to make cookies? Very hard, it would seem. It was a task he could not do! Ollie was enticed to believe him, given that the countertops a mess with soggy cookie batter, spilled milk, and cracked eggs and not one, or two, but three silver smoking cookie sheets lay on the counter. None of the cookies could be salvaged; they were brunt to a crisp and as black as night.

Roy sighed in defeat and hung his head. He wanted to do something wonderfully sweet for Ollie for the holidays, but it turned out cooking was a task left best for professional chiefs.

Oliver doesn’t care about the cookies; it was the kindhearted thought that mattered most and he was not going to allow a few failed cookies steal his boyfriends smile. He walked over to Roy, looped his arms around his waist and pulled him closer, hugging him fondly.

The younger man turned in his lover's arms and hugged him tightly, moping adorably as he pressed his face to Oliver’s chest. “I just wanted to do something special for you, but I’m a screw up.”

“No, baby. You are not a screw up,” Oliver assured as he pulled back and palmed Roy's cheeks, making his lover look up at him. “We just...got a little distracted.” He smiled coyly, making Roy blush rosy pink. "How about we skip the cookies and just make some hot coco and snuggle in front to the cozy fire. How does that sound?"

“That sounds like heaven.” Kissing Oliver’s forehead, he retreated to the living room while Ollie makes two cups of delicious cocoa with caramel drizzle and whipped cream.

When Oliver returns to the living room a few minutes later with the drinks in hand he finds his lover sitting on the floor and cuddled with a blanket waiting for him. Roy smiles, a warm blush on his cheeks. “Come here, my prince, and kiss me.”

Smirking, a little tingle warmth glows in Oliver's heart and he gets a bubbly feeling that starts in his toes, makes him crinkle his nose. He joins Roy, embraces him, and pecks him on the lips as they cozy fire warms them. When he wraps his arms around Roy, the younger man steals a few little kisses before he rests his head on his shoulder and closes his eyes. “I love you, Oliver.”

Ollie cherished this moment of devotion and tenderness as he palmed Roy’s cheek and drew him in for an angelically soft, loving kiss.

♥ END ♥

Awww this is so incredibly cute and sweet!!!! I love that Roy messes of the cookies and then they have yummy cocoa and cuddle.

Thank you so much!

Once Upon a Time, Emma/Regina or Charming/Hook, power is a turn on

Batman: Under the Red Hood, author’s choice, Bruce Wayne’s soulmark reads I see you haven’t lost your touch, Bruce; Jason Todd’s never had a soulmark, and dying didn’t change that.

Wasn't Bruce's and Jason's first interaction in the film when they talk about Batman's first great failure (accidentally creating the joker)? Or are you going identity porn with this prompt?

To be honest, I'd completely forgotten that scene, darn it. :(

Maybe the soulmarks are the first time your soulmate says your name?

The Flash (2014), Harrison Wells/Barry Allen, possessive.

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