Tuesday: War and Peace

[thesmallhobbit.livejournal.com]

Hello All, I’m  thesmallhobbit your host for this week and today's theme is War and Peace - however you choose to interpret this.

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+ Historical RPF, Any, choosing the winning side
+ Forever, Henry Morgan, standing before a war memorial
+ Any, Any/Any, brokering a peace

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[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Batman: TAS, Harvey Dent/Bruce Wayne,

and I will kiss you when
I cut up one dozen new men
and you will die somewhat,
again and again.

fill

[likewinning.livejournal.com]

Bruce knows the name of every man Harvey has killed. Harvey Dent. Two-Face. Whatever name he's using, there's blood on his hands - and there's blood on Bruce's hands, too, for never doing enough.

Every time, Bruce is sure he could've stopped him. Could've kept him from escaping Arkham, could've gotten to him in time -

Sometimes, Bruce thinks if he just took off his mask, pulled the cowl back and told Harvey the truth -

Sometimes, he thinks that would just make him crazier.

Every time Harvey goes back to Arkham, Bruce Wayne comes to see him. Sometimes Harvey refuses to look at him, refuses to so much as speak. But sometimes - if the weather's right, if the right side of the coin is facing up - he'll look at Bruce, and smile, and they'll tell stories about their school days, ones that make them laugh until their sides hurt.

"Harvey," Bruce says once, when there's a long enough silence. "Will you ever come back for good?"

And Harvey blinks at him, brown-eyed and somber and says, "I can still smell all the blood, you know. The gunpowder. I hear all the screams in my sleep. I -" Harvey grabs his hand, and the guard starts toward them, but Bruce waves him off. Harvey would never hurt him.

That night, Two-Face breaks out of Arkham.

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Superman: TAS, Clark Kent/Lex Luthor, and I’m making war

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Blue Remembered Earth – Alastair Reynolds, Geoffrey Akinya/Hector Akinya, the end of war

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Alloy of Law – Brandon Sanderson, Wayne/Waxillium Ladrian, “peace is the only battle worth waging.”

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Legends of Tomorrow (TV), Mick Rory +/ Ray Palmer, Cry 'Havoc!', and let slip the dogs of war

[oh-mcgee.livejournal.com]

Green Lantern, Hal Jordan/Thaal Sinestro, I'm coming for you and I'm making war

[oh-mcgee.livejournal.com]

Batman, Bruce Wayne/Jason Todd, my partner, my soldier, my fault

[oh-mcgee.livejournal.com]

DCU, Thomas Wayne Jr/Dick Grayson, good little soldier

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[likewinning.livejournal.com]

"I wonder," Thomas says. He drops down on Dick after watching him for hours, watching him fight battles no one ever really wins, which such carefulness, such precision. Every one of his moves is designed to take down, not to kill - not even to hurt. "If you would have been quite so good at killing as you are at fighting. If -" and Thomas inches closer to him, smells the same cologne he remembers from being so close to Dick before - "You would have enjoyed it."

"Not likely," Dick says. He swallows, but doesn't step back, doesn't give up that ground. "On account of, you know, I'm not a total psycho."

"Hm," Thomas says. "But your devotion to him - it's total, isn't it? Are you saying it wouldn't have been to me?"

Dick swallows. "You know," he says. "I should be - arresting you, or whatever."

"You could try," Thomas says. "But remember, I don't exist here."

"Neither," Dick says. This time when Thomas moves forward, he steps back. "Neither did any of your friends, but that didn't stop us."

"Us?" Thomas asks. "I seem to remember your side killed you."

Even with the mask, the lenses, Thomas knows Dick's eyes widen for that, and isn't it such a shame that he can't see it? "That was," Dick says. "It wasn't like that. I mean, it kind of was, but you and your buddies put a bomb in my heart -"

"Not me," Thomas says. "Richard. My boy. I would never hurt you."

He reaches out, and just for a moment, even through his gloves, he can feel the heat of Dick's skin, warm from a night of fighting for his life. Then Dick rears back like he's been stung and he says, "I'm not your boy." He swings at him and Thomas blocks it, laughing.

"No," he agrees. "But you would have made a good little soldier."

"Not for you," Dick stammers. "Never for you. I -"

Thomas pulls off his mask, and Dick stops, stares. "We look alike, don't we?" Thomas asks. "Even from different worlds, there's no denying blood." He moves into Dick's space again, and this time Dick lets him. "That's why I know you could've been mine, just as easily as you're his."

"I," Dick starts. "I'm not like - he and I never -"

"That's right," Thomas says. He smiles, sets his mask back in place. "He's never even tasted you. But I have. I know everything he's missing."

"You -" Dick starts, and then there's the sound of sirens in the distance, and Dick jumps. "I have to go," he says.

"Sure you do," Thomas says. "Don't worry. I'll be around."

Dick doesn't say anything back, but it takes him longer than it should to shoot his line and go.

[truthwritaslies.livejournal.com]

Any, Any+/Any, (S)He would raze Heaven itself to the ground to get you back, so you smile at your captors and await the destruction they have brought down on themselves.

Fill: Gundam Wing - Trowa Barton/Quatre Winner - And Salt The Earth

[lil-1337.livejournal.com]

Trowa smiled, shifting slightly to lessen the impact of the blow when it landed. He'd been through worse, so much worse than a little beating. If he was lucky though it might earn him an extra day off.

His captors seemed to think that they could break him with a few badly aimed punches and some taunts about how no one was coming for him, but Trowa knew better. He'd been missing for several hours now, long enough that he'd failed to check in. That meant Commander Une had already unleashed Quatre, no doubt with Heero, Duo and Wufei backing him up.

Not that he would need it. Quatre was coldly efficient when he was angry or scared and right now he would be feeling a large dose of both. These idiots had no idea what was coming for them. Especially since, in their arrogance, they'd made no effort to cover their tracks.

As far as he was concerned, Trowa had the easy part. All he had to do was stand mute and wait for the wrath of Quatre Winner to rain down upon them and set him free.

[truthwritaslies.livejournal.com]

MCU/Captain America, The Howling Commandos, Demons run when a good man goes to war.

[shanachie-quill.livejournal.com]

Steve waved his arm, hurrying the other Commandos along the road. He knew Bucky was covering them from on high, but they were in fast pursuit of one of Schmidt's teams and he didn’t want to lose them.

The group they’d been chasing was keeping a good pace though and the Commandos were having a difficult time keeping up. Steve allowed them to slow their pace, knowing they could track them through the snow. Even he could follow the tracks they were leaving.

“Cap,” Dum-Dum said as they all took a moment to catch their breath. “We’ve got them on the run.”

“Someone double back and get Barnes,” Steve ordered. “And…”

“We’ve got it, Cap,” Jones said.

A minute later, Jones turned as he began doubling back to meet up with Barnes while the rest of the group continued onward. The rest of the group began to split up, surrounding the men they were chasing as much as possible.

They would run these demons down.

[truthwritaslies.livejournal.com]

Any, Any, The "peace of the grave" is a lie.

original poem, so damn depressing

[tigriswolf]

lay down your head and sleep
they preach
rest because the work is done
rest because your sorrows are through
rest because peace awaits
with no more tomorrows ahead

lay down your head and sleep
they promise

what they don't tell you
is that there is no peace
no silence no rest
what they don't tell you
is that once you're laid down
all you have is endless tomorrows
and knowing that you'll never have another chance

what they don't tell you
is that regrets are forever

lay down your head and sleep
they preach
not knowing in the way of the living
that it is a sorrowful lie

lay down your head and sleep
the living say
oh don't wish your life away
the dead cry

[truthwritaslies.livejournal.com]

MCU, Bucky Barnes/Any, There's a war in my head and under my skin (you whisper "let see, let me in")

[shanachie-quill.livejournal.com]

Ariana spread her hands, showing the man in front of her that she was unarmed. And ignoring that she was still wearing SERA and the AI would probably deploy countermeasures if James fired at her. “Jamie. James. Bucky,” she tried. “It’s me. It’s Ariana. It’s your Doll. Please.”

He growled in response, his finger tightening on the trigger of his gun, but not firing. “Get. Out. Of. My. Way.”

“I can’t do that.” Ariana shifted her weight, watching for a moment that would allow her to disarm her lover. “This isn’t you.”

“It’s always been me.”

“No. You’re better than this. Remember who you are. Remember me. Remember Steve.” She stepped closer, taking a chance. “Remember your family.”

James shook his head, his gun hand lowering for a moment before he aimed at Ariana again. “I will kill you if you don’t get out of my way.”

Switching to Russian, hoping that would reach him, Ariana begged, “Please, Jamie, I know this isn’t you. You are better than this.”

A shudder went through his body and his gun clattered as it dropped to the ground. A moment later, his body followed, his metal arm folding underneath him. Ariana cried out, rushing forward and reaching for him. “SERA, run medical diagnostics,” she ordered as she reached him.

“Sergeant Barnes appears to be unconscious, but not suffering any other ill effects,” the AI responded promptly.

Ariana breathed a sigh of relief, settling into wait for James to wake up.



I’m not entirely sure what happened here… but hopefully it works.

[truthwritaslies.livejournal.com]

Any, Any(+/Any), "Vegetable rights and Peace."

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Any, Any,

Well I can barely breathe
And I can hear the dark hearts marching
I won’t go down easily
Stay here by my side
And we will be the last ones standing

Fill 1/2: SGA/SG-1 nerd!John AU

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Teldy, Teyla, Rodney, Lorne, and John were crouched in the corridor of the hive ship. They needed to get to the power core of the ship, overload the ZPM and then get out before the ship blew.

Teyla could barely breathe. Every time she closed her eyes she saw Ronon lying too still, blood flecking his lips, telling them to Go. Just go.

She was no soldier, but she was a warrior, and living under the shadow of the Wraith had taught her how to lose people.

But Ronon was one of her dearest friends, one of the fiercest men he knew, and she’d never thought his sun would set before hers.

And then a voice came over the radio.

“Stargate Command, this is McNeil. Look, I don’t have much time before this place is swarming with Wraith, so I’m arming the nuke.”

Lorne’s eyes went wide. He opened his mouth to speak, but then Rodney was speaking and Lorne was signing one-handed for John.

“Did he just say ‘nuke’?” Rodney demanded.

Teyla nodded dazedly.

Jonathan said softly, “Just do me a favor, Sam. When Atlantis gets here, tell them I said goodbye.”

Rodney toggled the button on his radio. “McNeil!” he said sharply. “This is McKay! Stop what you’re doing!”

“Rodney?” Jonathan sounded incredulous.

Lorne lifted both hands off his weapon to sign faster.

John’s eyes were wide with confusion. He was asking questions too fast for Teyla to understand, though she caught a why and a how. Lorne shook his head, didn’t answer, kept signing.

“Yes, I’ve got Teldy and Teyla and John and Lorne with me,” Rodney said.

“The hive is about to attack Earth,” Jonathan said, and Teyla closed her eyes.

She could hear them, numberless dark hearts beating the last of their rhythms, songs about to fade into eternal silence.

“I know that,” Rodney said impatiently. “Let us come to you. We can rig up a remote detonator.”

“What’s the point? We’re all stuck on this ship,” Jonathan spat.

“There’s a gate,” Lorne burst out suddenly. “We can gate to Atlantis or - or to Earth. Please, Jonathan.”

Teldy cast him a quelling look, because he wasn’t the military commander of this mission; she was. “McNeil, I don’t know what the hell you’re doing here, but I’m glad you are. McKay’s plan is a solid one. We’re on our way.

“Yes ma’am,” Jonathan said, and Teyla had never been so glad to hear the wry twist to the way he spoke to anyone who outranked him. “I’ll defend my position until you get here. Hurry.”

“We’ll be there ASAP,” Teldy said.

Teyla opened her eyes. She heard the urgency in his voice, saw stark terror in Lorne’s eyes before he swallowed it down and signed rapidly to John.

“There’s a perfectly good reason Jonathan was called back to Earth and is here now,” Lorne said. “But we don’t have time to talk about it now. We have to go.”

Teldy raised her weapon. “I'll take point. Teyla, you take our six. We’re going to the hangar bay. John, Rodney, stay in the middle. Lorne, watch them.”

“Yes ma’am,” Lorne said. He signed to John, who nodded and raised his weapon. Rodney had learned to do as Lorne sometimes did on the rare occasions John went off world, keep one hand on John’s right shoulder and use his right hand to hold and fire his sidearm. Rodney slid into place automatically, hand on John, gun raised. He was breathing hard.

“Go,” Teldy said, and they moved forward as one.

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, any team, It's not easy being the one to keep the peace

Fill: Elizabeth Weir/John Sheppard, Pressure

[hanorganaas.livejournal.com]

One day I am going to lose my mind! Elizabeth thinks as she stares at the fancy dressed men holding John captive. One of the men is holding the Colonel bound with a fancy looking knife to his throat.

See it's easy to barter a few supplies and weapons when it isn't a life or death situation. But being the empathetic woman she was, this made her job quite difficult. With the pressure mounting one false move she could get him killed. She looked over at John who simply gave her a nod.

It was a quiet bit of encouragement but it gave her the stength she needed to push her doubts aside. There was no time for that.

"We have pleanty of supplies that came help your people," Elizabeth said, "Perhaps we could make a deal in exchange for Colonel Sheppard..."

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Any, Any, Make-up sex after a big fight

Fill: Donald Strachey Mysteries - Donald Strachey/Timothy Callahan - Apology Accepted

[lil-1337.livejournal.com]

"I'm sorry." Donald turned to face Timmy, the anger now gone from his face, replaced by a deep sadness. "I really hate it when we fight."

"I know. I do too." Timmy stepped close, cupping Donald's face then kissing him. Softly at first, but slowly deepening it; his love for Donald evident in just this single gesture.

When he pulled back Donald was smiling, just a hint, though it held the promise of more. "I like that. That is much better than fighting."

"It is." Timmy agreed with a chuckle resting his forehead against Donald's. "Come up stairs with me, Sparky, and we can see what else you like."

A nod from Donald and another smile, this one like the sun coming out from behind a cloud. "That's the best offer I've had all day."

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Any, Any, The futility of arguing with a child (who just might be smarter than you)

Fill 1/2: SG-1/SGA, Jonathan + Evan's interfering nephew

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

“You should be where Uncle Evan is,” Mikey said one day, apropos to nothing. He was ‘helping’ Jonathan plant seeds. Jonathan dug the hole, Mikey counted out three seeds, and Jonathan dropped them into the hole, then smoothed it over with his trowel.

“What makes you say that?” Jonathan kept a neutral expression on his face. As a young soldier who’d grown up hearing his father’s bitterness about fighting in Korea and Vietnam, he’d always been leery of hippies and their opinion that soldiers were baby-killers, but here, among the peaceful orchards and garden plots where Evan Lorne had grown up, Jonathan could see why people would choose this life. Mikey and Gabby were sweet kids, and here they got to grow up without a lot of the ugliness of the busier world.

“You miss him.” Mikey handed Jonathan the seeds, and Jonathan dropped them into the hole, smoothed soil over them with his trowel.

“We’ve only met a few times,” Jonathan pointed out. It was true. In this body, this incarnation, he’d met Evan Lorne all of twice so far - that first time when he was wandering the pier and looking at the booths and perhaps considering flinging himself off said pier, and that second time, when Evan came home on leave.

“For you a few times was all it took.” Mikey followed Jonathan as they shuffled down the row. While Jonathan dug, Mikey counted out the seeds into delicate little trios on his palm.

“You think so?”


“You write him letters every week, and every week he sends you letters in his emails.”

“He’s just being nice. Those are postscripts. He sends longer messages to you and Gabby.”

“You and Uncle Evan have a Deeper Connection,” Mikey said sagely, and Jonathan raised his eyebrows. “You don’t need very many words, do you?”

Jonathan thought of the last postscript he’d gotten from Evan. Take a chance. You’ve got great odds. “Well, I need a lot of words.”

“But Uncle Evan doesn’t. Not for you. So you should go be where he is.”

“It’s not that simple,” Jonathan said. “Uncle Evan’s very far away, and his mission is very classified, and for me to just go there is impossible.”

“It’s impossible if you have that kind of attitude,” Mikey said, and for one moment he sounded so much like Nana that Jonathan had to smile.

“Besides, there are other rules, about Uncle Evan being a soldier.”

“They’re stupid rules, and they’ll change one day,” Mikey said. “You should be with him when they do change. It’ll make things easier.” He handed Jonathan a trio of seeds.

Jonathan planted them absently. “I don’t think it would be very fair to either of us, for me to hang around till the rules have changed.”

“So you do want to hang around him.” Mikey’s gaze was sly.

Jonathan had forgotten children’s logic, how they could be impossibly smart at the worst moments. Mikey looked nothing like Charlie, was dark-haired like all the Lorne children were, but sometimes the gleam in his eye was dangerously familiar.

“What I want doesn’t matter.” He’d learned that early on. As a soldier and an officer, what he wanted had to come secondary to the mission objectives.

“That’s stupid.”

“That’s the way of soldiers.”


“You’re not a soldier.”


“Not anymore.”

“Then go be a soldier again.”


The thought of going back to basic training and slogging through all of it, when he had zero chance of becoming an officer this time around, not without some kind of higher education, was horrifying. Like when he’d really stopped to think about it, the thought of going back to high school was horrifying. In physical years Evan was too old for him, almost two decades his senior. In actual years, mental years, Evan was too young for him, almost two decades his junior.

Jonathan was pretty sure Evan was perfect for him.

“No. I can’t be a soldier again.”

“Then what would you have to do, to go where Uncle Evan is?”


“I’d have to be a genius at, well, something. And I’m not stupid, but I’m not a genius at anything.” Jonathan shook his head. He’d played dumber than he was all the time, if only so his subordinates and enemies thought he was predictable, so he had the element of surprise when he needed it.

[drabblewriter.livejournal.com]

Any, any,
They were schoolboys, never held a gun
Fighting for a new world that would rise up like the sun
Where's that new world now the fighting's done?

[tigriswolf]

Marvel movies, author's choice + Steve Rogers (pre- or post-serum),


Let me tell you what I wish I’d known
When I was young and dreamed of glory:
You have no control:

Who lives, who dies, who tells your story

I know that we can win
I know that greatness lies in you
But remember from here on in

History has its eyes on you.

[tigriswolf]

author's choice, author's choice, peace was never an option

FILL: Teen Wolf, fluff/happy/depression/sadness

[cozy-coffee.livejournal.com]

There was once a time where happiness filled their home...

Derek’s purring is doting as he whispers those three sweet words—I love you, Stiles—while he holds his beloved in his angelic embrace. During dawn’s early light they dance, spinning around and around as the fireflies twinkle up above the world so high.

Stiles laughs to his heart's delight, his angelic face shimmering with joy. He didn’t decide to love Derek. His heart made the decision for him. It took him captive, held him in a prison of love, tormenting him with the desire to passionately kiss Derek every moment of every day.

There are days when Stiles is so in love with Derek that he feels like he cannot breathe. His heart thumps wildly in his ribcage every time Derek pulls him close to lovingly embrace him in a tight hug or smiles a sweet grin. He does not know what he would do if his wolf ever stopped loving him...the thought alone feels like his world is sinking into a pit of heartbreak and sadness that swallows him whole.

“You are so beautiful,” Derek purrs, nuzzling his lover’s cheek with kindhearted affection. Stiles smiles shyly and reaches out, grabbing Derek around the waist to tug him closer. His tummy does a little flip-flop dance when Derek brushes a soft kiss to his pouty pink lips. Stiles rested his head on Derek's chest, listening to the harmonizing rhythm of Derek’s heart.

At night, they lay intertwined in their bed, savoring every kiss and doting touch. Stiles palms Derek’s prickly stubble cheeks and softly whispers “I have loved you from the moment I met you. I will love you until the day we die and when we get to heaven, I will still love you with all my heart and soul. You are my sunshine; the little light of joy that makes my world shines. I love you.”

Derek blushes as the adoring words wash over him. He hugs Stiles and kisses his cheek, nuzzling him affectionately. “I love you, Stiles, forever and ever.”

Derek’s hands are soothingly warm and tender, touching Stiles so benevolently as if he were a precious china doll, and each breath Stiles take and whispering ‘I love you’ is a precious treasure Derek keeps locked in his heart. Love is like the wind; you cannot see it, but you can feel it, and sometimes the decision of who you fall in love with is simply up to Fate.

He doesn’t need to live a zillion years to live like to the fullest—all he needs to soothe his heart and bring pure joy to his life is one day with Derek. Time shifts and hearts change, they do, they do. However, his heart will always belong to his beloved wolf. Like sand through the hourglass and days fall away to years, his heart is forever locked away in a safe, and only his soul mate with the beautiful eyes and loving hugs has the key.

Now all that remains is sorrow.

Some days it is hard to get out of bed. The world is dark and scary and taking one breath feels like a daunting task that overwhelms him. The doctors say he is getting better; the treatment is working and the tumor is shrinking. They say his heath is improving with every passing day and they have confidences he will beat this darkness. Even with all the positive thoughts some days Stiles just cannot leave the safety of his bed. In this spot he is healthy and his father doesn’t cry himself to sleep at night and everything is perfect.

Derek cannot help in healing the wounded body; even for all his wolf powers his is out of his hands. So he does what he can to make Stiles feel good. Every morning he makes breakfast but Stiles refuses to come out of his room. He brings a tray to him, speaking to him through the door.

“Stiles, sweetheart…I made chocolate chip pancakes, extra chocolate chips just the way you like them. There is coffee, and a warm bagel with honey.”

Silence is all Derek hears. Saddened, he sets the tray down outside Stiles room and departs. Stiles can smell how delicious the food is, but he doesn’t leave the bed. He doesn’t want to. He wants to pretend everything is alright. He wants to believe the lie for just a little longer.

♥ END ♥

[tigriswolf]

RPF, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, deciding what comes after will be worth the fight

[tigriswolf]

author's choice, author's choice, Confession time? Here’s what I got: My fellow soldiers’ll tell you I’m a terrible shot

Fill: Gundamn Wing; Duo Maxwell

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

"Confession time?" Duo gazed up at the OZ soldier who loomed over him. He was tied to a chair. Escape was impossible.

Or so they thought.

They'd worked him over pretty good. Thought they were thorough, because they were all bigger than him, older.

"Here's what I got: My fellow soldiers'll tell you I'm a terrible shot."

The OZ soldiers smirked at each other.

"I'm not like them, though," Duo continued, working his hands free of the knots binding his wrists. "See, I'm Duo Maxwell, Shinigami. I may run and hide, but I will never tell a lie."

By the time either soldier would have figured out what he meant, he was out of the chair. He punched one, disarmed the other, and used their own guns to kill them, double taps to the chest, neat and clean.

"And the truth is, I'm a damn good shot."

[tigriswolf]

author's choice, author's choice, If I throw away my shot, is this how you’ll remember me?

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Any (except Supernatural), any, [I am] A soldier on my own, I don't know the way
I'm riding up the heights of shame
I'm waiting for the call, the hand on the chest
I'm ready for the fight and fate

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Mass Effect or Star Trek, any, I heard a whisper on my shoulder
Pretending life is worth the fight
O can you hear the song of thunder
When fear strangles a soldier's pride
And on the surface of the waters
Will dance reflections of the fire in the night