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Title: In the eye of a hurricane, there is quiet for just a moment—a yellow sky
fandom: Marvel movies
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Hamilton
Warnings: spoilers for Thor 2; references to torture
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 420
Point of view: third
Prompt: Avengers movieverse, any, The calm before the storm.

He sits on his not-father's throne, wields his not-father's weapon, rules his not-father's people, and he does it well. He was raised alongside the heir (had thought himself a second heir, though he knows now that was always a lie), learned everything Thor was meant to (and didn't, always focused on something else), and he was more suited for political games than Thor, who would rather bash things until they submit than woo them with guile.

A good man does not always make a good king, and a good king is not always a good man. Loki is a marvelous king; the people love him. They think they love Odin, but Loki will take what he can get.

There are nine realms that must be united before Thanos' arrival; there are entire galaxies Loki has not visited that must be united, as well. Only together can anyone survive, and for all that Loki hates with the bitterest cold—

He wants to live above all. He can be content with Odin's death, with being a better king than Odin ever was. Thor has his mortals, and the Warriors 3 and Sif have their reckless adventures, and Heimdallr has been fooled. Vengeance against them would merely be foolishness at this point. Let the vengeance be when he drops his not-father's form and they see they have lost.

Thanos is coming. Loki has rested, regathering his magick and his might. Alone, he could not hope to equal Thanos; alone, he was helpless and nearly broke. Alone he was trapped, having already shattered before landing at Thanos' feet.

But now, he has all the artifacts of Asgardr, everything the other realms give to the All-Father for safe-keeping, and steadily, his magick grows.

He is beloved, finally, and he has time, and he watches the furthest reaches of space, where no one else even knows to look, and would not believe his warning.

When the moment is right, he will kill Odin, let the realms mourn their king. He will vanish into the depths of the galaxy, seeking others who know of Thanos, who have felt his rage and his madness, and he will do battle with the creature. Hopefully, by then he will strong enough to survive, but even if he doesn't—there is no chance of life while Thanos lives.

But for now, in this moment of peace, while no one else knows what lurks beyond sight, Loki wears the guise of his not-father, and sits on the throne, and gathers his strength.

Title: untitled
Fandom: Animorphs
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: pre-54
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 87
Point of view: third
Prompt: Animorphs, Jake + Rachel, history may hate to love us and love to hate us

"Do you think we'll be remembered?" Rachel asks once, while their dads are visiting each other and Tom is on the other side of the house.

"Yeah," Jake says softly. He's sure they will be, if they win. And if they lose—well, the Andalite bandits will probably be cursed for years but that's different, isn't it?

Rachel sighs, leaning back to rest her head on the couch cushion. Jake focuses back on the TV, as two talking heads argue about The Sharing and its good works.

Warnings: modern-day Romeo&Juliet
Prompt: any, any/any, forbidden romance ends in a Vegas marriage

"Look, they're never gonna be okay with this," Rhonda tells her on their seventh anniversary. "We've been dating since high school and they still don't want me attending your family holidays!"

"I know," Jules groans. "I just want... I want my parents to be at my wedding. You know?"

Rhonda doesn't, actually; she stopped talking to her parents her senior year of college. Thankfully, her older brother still had access to his savings account and paid for everything or she'd be up to her ears in debt for the next decade.

"I know," she says anyway, running her fingers through Jules' long hair, resting her head on Jules' shoulder. "I'm sorry, babe."

They sit in silence for a little while until Jules whispers, "Vegas is only four hours away."

When they were younger, still caught up in the forbidden romance thrill (what with their parents being hated business rivals who been trying to force each other out of business for decades), they’d imagined a hundred different weddings. Rhonda’s favorite was stealing her dad’s Mercedes and driving to Vegas.

Rhonda pulls back enough to look into Jules’ eyes. “Are you sure?”

Jules nods. “I still have the keys to Dad’s Mustang.”

Rhonda laughs, darting in for a kiss before standing and pulling Jules up with her. “Let’s get packed, c’mon!”

They’re on the road within the hour, and the only people they call are both their bosses and Rhonda’s brother.

“Your parents will probably disown you,” Rhonda tells her when they stop for the evening, halfway to Vegas.

“Yeah, I know,” Jules says. “And that’ll hurt, but not as much as giving you up to keep them.”

They hold hands up the stairs, shower together, and then fall into bed, spinning stories of the future.

Title: Let the wind chase you – I can’t do it anymore
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Trisha Yearwood
Warnings: AU; also, I haven’t seen anything since the end of season 3; references to violence/blood
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 455
Point of view: third
Prompt: Teen Wolf, Stiles, "God! Fine! I'm sorry, all right?"

"Look," Stiles says with a glare, holding his arm to his middle because hello, bleeding, "it had to be done, alright? And god knows you wouldn't do it."

Scott glares, too, the pack ranged around them, and Boyd and Erica edge over closer to Stiles, where Cora and Derek already are. "It was my call!" Scott shouts, and his clothes are still bloody but he's already healed, of course. Must be awesome being an alpha, sometimes.

"This is my town, too," Stiles says. He's just a human, and god knows Deaton won't train him. There's still a shadow in his mind he hasn't mentioned to anyone.

Isaac is at Scott's side, and so is Allison, and Lydia takes a deep breath before stepping into the middle ground. "Will there be two packs, then?" she asks serenely.

Stiles misses what they had before, him and Scott. It's partly his fault, partly Peter's, partly Scott's—mostly Gerard and Kate Argent's. Blame could be cast around forever, but what it comes down to is this: Stiles and Scott have a fundamental disagreement when it comes to threats.

"I am the alpha," Scott growls. "Beacon Hills is mine." His eyes flash red.

"You're not my alpha," Jackson scoffs, sauntering over to stand beside Boyd.

"Stiles," Scott tries, "c'mon, man. We've been friends forever."

"We haven't been friends in months," Stiles says. "Maybe even years." God knows he's loved Scott for years but ever since he got bit, Scott's been showing just where in his priorities Stiles lies. "Let's get home," he murmurs to the wolves ranged around him. "Dad's probably worried." He glances over to Allison and says, "There will be no hunting on my land, Argent."

She flushes but elbows Scott when he goes to say something.

Scott's side is looking a little thin, with just an alpha, a beta, and a hunter. "I'm sorry," Stiles says, "for whatever part I played in the mess that led to this."

"I can't believe you're just abandoning me," Scott says. "After everything I've done for you."

"Right," Stiles says, smiling with all of his teeth. "Everything you've done for me. Have a nice life, Scott." He limps to where he'd left the jeep, and Derek is leaning against it.

"That was stupid," Derek tells him, helping Stiles into the passenger seat. "You should've waited to have the confrontation 'til after you healed."

"Fuck off," he mutters. "Dad must be out of his mind by now."

"I sent everyone on ahead." Derek buckles him in and Stiles realizes exactly how tired he is. "Boyd said he'd start dinner with whatever supplies your kitchen has. Erica promised to smooth things over with the Sheriff."

If Stiles wasn't in so much pain, he'd laugh.

Title: personal growth
Written: March 24, 2016
Prompt: any. any(/any). You will insist that we talk, and you'll apologize, she a few tears and leave after all.

Here you are, back again
in the bar you know I visit
every evening when work
has left me angry and sad.
Here you are, back again
smiling and laughing
like you never walked away
with me crying on the street.
Here you are, back again
toasting the whole room,
making friends who don’t know
what a terrible person you are inside
beneath the grinning eyes and brilliant smile.
Here you are, back again
as if you’d never left.

Fine, sit down, share a drink with me.
But I won’t take you home this time.
It’s my home now;
I painted you out of the walls.
You’re not welcome so don’t come ‘round.
We’ll talk here or not at all.
Keep your hands on your side of the table
because your touch is something I don’t crave anymore.

Oh, so you’re sorry now?
The sentiment’s too little and it’s three years too late.
I’m glad you’ve got your act together,
but what’s that got to do with me?
I burnt all your pictures ages ago.
I’m not even angry anymore,
just a bit relieved.
See, darling, I didn’t know it then
but I’m so much better off without you.
My life’s on track and I’m happy.
So here’s a toast to you, glad you’re doing well,
but that’s all the time I’ll waste on you.

Don’t pout at me;
I’ve grown past it.
No, I don’t care if you cry.
You didn’t care when you walked away
and I won’t spend another moment of my time
helping you find yourself.
I’m done here tonight.
Thank you for this chance
to see that I have everything I wanted
and you’re not part of that at all.
I wish you luck
but that’s the last thought I’ll grant you.
Don’t cry, sweetie; it didn’t work for me, either.


( 4 comments — Leave a comment )
Apr. 15th, 2016 01:13 pm (UTC)
Yes, I guess being in a good place to gather strength is the best for Loki, and even the people will benefit from it awhile.
Apr. 15th, 2016 06:23 pm (UTC)

Thanks for reading!
Apr. 17th, 2016 08:51 pm (UTC)
I really love the Romeo & Juliet one. It's sad that so many couples feel they have to choose, and often are made to choose, between their love and their parents or other family, but it's refreshing, too, to "see" such a sweet couple.
Apr. 18th, 2016 11:29 pm (UTC)

Thank you!
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