Martes - Rare Pairings
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drabblewriter , and you're still stuck with me as your host. ^_^ Today's theme is rare pairings. Every fandom has that one OTP (or two or three) that everyone seems to ship, but what about all those other possibilities? Today is the time for these little-known couples to shine. ♥
Don't forget to follow the rules:
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drabblewriter , and you're still stuck with me as your host. ^_^ Today's theme is rare pairings. Every fandom has that one OTP (or two or three) that everyone seems to ship, but what about all those other possibilities? Today is the time for these little-known couples to shine. ♥Don't forget to follow the rules:
- Post no more than three prompts per fandom and no more than five prompts in a row. If someone fills a prompt, you're more than welcome to post some more prompts later in the day.
- No spoilers in prompts for at least seven days after the original airdate or publication date. If you have spoilers in your fic, please warn in bold and leave at least three spaces.
- Show some love to the code monkeys and format your prompts correctly. Examples below:
- Supernatural, Dean/Crowley, coping
- Supernatural, Sam/Brady, first meeting
- Supernatural/Torchwood, Dean/Jack, 40 years in Hell vs. 2,000 years buried alive
theme="RarePairings"
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Date: 2010-07-06 06:01 am (UTC)X-ray Vision
Date: 2010-07-06 03:42 pm (UTC)Sam thought about werewolves and ghouls. "Tell me about it."
"You don't wanna know." Brady took a swig of beer.
"No," Sam said, "you don't wanna know." He was grinning, but truth was, it unsettled him a bit. This guy Brady kept saying exactly what Sam was thinking without even noticing. But it was comforting to the same extent it was unsettling, and when Brady started migrating to the back porch, cup of beer in hand, Sam found himself following.
Outside, with the high buzz of music and conversation safely tucked behind them, Brady lifted his glass. "Here's to a blank slate for both of us."
Sam's eyes narrowed, and he shifted, suddenly feeling like he'd been targeted by X-ray vision.
But Brady put a hand on Sam's shoulder. "I wasn't sure if I was gonna come to this party," he said, his eyes suddenly pleading. "But I have to say, I'm glad I did. You're a stand-up guy, Sam. It's been a while since I've felt like someone was really listening to me, you know?"
X-ray vision, nothing. Sam had just gotten smacked in his weak spot by a Superman punch. He folded. "Hey, look," he said, "anytime you need to talk, just give me a call, all right?" He couldn't not give Brady his number. He wouldn't be him if he didn't.
Even if a sudden sense of dread locked up his gut as he wrote down the digits on the other man's warm hand.
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Date: 2010-07-06 06:01 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-06 06:02 am (UTC)No Escape | Supernatural, Dean/Crowley, Dean tries to trade his soul to have Sam released from Hell
Date: 2010-07-16 02:28 am (UTC)“I can’t,” Crowley said dislodging the crazed Hunter. “Don’t you think Lucifer tried that last time he was imprisoned. There’s no way out of that prison, not even by wishing. I might be King of the Crossroads but I’m not God.”
Dean slumped he’d known it was a long shot but he couldn’t stand the thought of Sammy rotting away in hell while he played doting husband top-side. In a broken voice he asked. “What now?”
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Date: 2010-07-06 06:04 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-06 06:04 am (UTC)Connections 1/2
Date: 2010-07-06 02:02 pm (UTC)The first time he called her, well, the second time really, but the first time he called her as himself, was just after they took down Blackpoole, just to ask a simple question. Because he needed to know if he was really that transparent, and what had given him away if he was. It was important for his work, now that the team had split up he’d need to be on his toes about that kind of thing. So he called.
“Eliot?” she answered, sounding curious.
“Maggie. Hi.” He cleared his throat and winced at his own awkwardness, and since when was he awkward with women? “I, uh. I just wanted to ask. When I called you before, before the job, I mean. When we went for coffee?”
“I remember that, yes,” she stopped his babbling, sounding amused. “What about it?”
He can feel himself smiling a little at tone of her voice. She doesn’t sound annoyed to hear from him. “I was just… Did you know? I mean, that I - that I wasn’t Professor Sinclair, that I was…”
“Eliot Spencer, world-class retrieval specialist?” Maggie supplied, and laughed softly. “I probably should have, considering the size of the file IYS has on you, but no, Eliot, I didn’t know until I saw the button-cam. I just wanted to have coffee with an attractive, intelligent man. And I did. Reminding Nate he’s not always as slick as he thinks he is was just a bonus, not the reason I said yes,” she explained.
“Oh,” he said, glad she couldn’t see his stupid grin. “Well, thanks.”
“Anytime,” she said warmly. He hung up, and tried not to wonder if she meant that.
The next time he called her was from an almost miraculous wifi hotspot on the outskirts of a bombed-out city in Pakistan.
“Eliot?” she answered again, sounding pleasantly surprised.
“Maggie,” he said quietly, and didn’t know what else to say. There was blood on his hands and shirt, and he wasn’t sure what he was doing was right, and he wasn’t sure when that had started to matter so much.
“Eliot?” she repeated, sounding worried. About him.
He closed his eyes and sighed. “I, uh… Sorry to bother you. I just needed to hear a friendly voice.”
“It’s fine,” she told him gently, and he wondered what he must sound like, to have put that soft, soothing tone into her voice. “I told you you could call anytime. Is there anything you want to talk about?”
He picked at his bloody shirt and frowned. “…not really. Uh.” He felt stupid, but he needed this, needed something, someone. “Could you maybe just talk to me? About… about anything, your day, the weather, your favorite TV show…”
“Of course,” she said kindly. “Let me tell you about the absolutely horrible fake Rembrandt this idiot tried to get us to insure today, it was ridiculous. The brushstrokes alone…”
He fell asleep smiling to the sound of her voice and woke up the next day to the sound of his phone’s low-battery alarm, feeling well-rested for the first time in weeks.
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Date: 2010-07-06 06:04 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-10-19 10:32 pm (UTC)At first, it's just trinkets. A spoon made of antler. A shot glass with a slogan that reminded him of her. A new cleaning cloth when hers gets too full of oil and grease to be usable anymore. She accepts each one and he sees her using them and he smiles, pleased.
Then she gives him something. It's just a pen, one of the wooden ones with something inscribed in the side, but it's the first gift he's ever gotten, so he cradles it like it's fine crystal. Then the words register and he looks up in surprise, but she's already gone again and he's left gaping at his hands. My Angel
The presents start getting bigger, more elaborate. He knows enough about her to avoid anything frilly and extraneous, but he does buy a simple pendant necklace, just chain and drop-shaped morganite. He leaves the little card with the properties of the stone with it and when he sees her wearing it the next time he comes around, it makes his grace warm all over.
He doesn't buy her a gun, though he knows she'd appreciate and use it. Instead, he finds a hand-carved crossbow, with blessed, silver-tipped bolts, and he spends time teaching her how to use it. The grin he gets when she manages to nail the bullseye the first time makes the cost more than worth it.
The gift-giving goes on for a while and he drags it out a little longer than really necessary. He's nervous, though. There's been nothing but affirmation that he's doing alright, that he hasn't messed anything up, but he's still terrified that if (when) he broaches the topic of what comes next, she'll reject it and him.
He's still thinking about it when she sighs and grabs him and pulls him in close. "You better propose or whatever soon," she growls, "or I will castrate you with a spork while you're sleeping."
And he'd point out that he doesn't sleep, doesn't need to sleep, but she's serious and he's never been happier.
"Marry me," he breathes, bent over awkwardly and her hand still twisted in his shirt and she blinks, grins, pulls him down those last inches.
"Yes," she says. "Yes." She kisses him, then, hard and sweet and all his and his grace sings.
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Date: 2010-07-06 06:05 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-07 04:53 am (UTC)Title: Sweet Tooth
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Rating: PG-13 for swearing and some suggestiveness.
Pairing: Dean/Gabriel
Spoilers: None, unless you don't even know the basic premise of season 5... in which case you wouldn't even know who Gabriel is!
Warnings: none, unless you count Gabriel molesting a lollipop as something deeming a warning ;)
Word Count: Just over 1000
Summary: When Dean, Gabriel, and his beloved candy get stuck in a room together, things get out of hand very quickly.
Dean paces about the room, eyes fixed on the lewd figure sitting in the corner... (http://aphoticdivinity.livejournal.com/357747.html)
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Date: 2010-07-06 06:06 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-06 06:07 am (UTC)Filled.
Date: 2011-02-06 04:28 am (UTC)Even though it's been nearly a week since the full moon and four years since he last smelled this kind of magic Oz has no problem picking up the scent. He'd have made the man get out of his truck if he'd smelled fresh blood. Giles had smelled the same way but very faintly. Apparently it faded as you stopped using it, but lingered for years.
"Oz."
"Lindsey."
And there's obviously nothing else to talk about for now.
Oz has nowhere in partiular he's going and if Lindsey did he didn't say, so they're just following the road.
Lindsey pays for gas and lunch.
They follow a pattern of alternating who pays for gas and lunch for nearly three weeks.
It's nearly the full moon when he finally starts questioning Lindsey's plans.
"Why are you just riding with me? Don't you have anywhere to be?" Oz asked Lindsey over lunch.
"I have nowhere else to be. If you wanted me gone you could have just said." Lindsey said, before lowering his voice. "Or are you worried about the werewolf thing?"
Oz tenses in his seat.
"What do you know about that?" He growled.
"Only what was in your file. I knew before you picked me up who you are and what you are. If I wanted to kill you I would have done so by now." Lindsey paused to take a drink. "I had planned on subtly offering you a chance alone by asking if we could get a motel room but since we got this out in the open so suddenly and you obviously don't trust me..."
Lindsey waved a hand to indicate the universe in general.
"I'll be going now."
Lindsey stood up, dropping some money on the table to pay for his share and walked out.
By the time Oz managed to get out to the van Lindsey and Lindsey's things were gone.
It was nearly three months later when he saw Lindsey again, standing by the side of the row in Michigan.
"Up for a roadtrip?" Oz asked with a smile.
"Sure. I don't have anywhere I need to be." Lindsey said.
Neither of them say anything when Oz hooks their pinkies together 15 minutes later and doesn't let go until they stop for lunch.
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Date: 2010-07-06 06:07 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-10-19 08:14 pm (UTC)“I don’t know why you put up with me,” Sam breathed out against Castiel’s neck. “You’re an angel and I’ve got demon blood still in me.”
Castiel’s hands slid up the sides of Sam’s neck and tilted Sam’s face up to meet his own, “But you’re good. You fight it everyday.”
Sam covered the angel’s hands with his own before sealing their lips together pressing his body closer and tighter against Castiel’s.
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Date: 2010-07-06 06:07 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-06 06:08 am (UTC)Abandoned | Supernatural, Gabriel/Anna, fledgling!Castie
Date: 2010-10-20 05:33 am (UTC)It seems they have, since nobody ever comes looking for the boy Gabriel has taken to calling Castiel. Anna's calm strength is the only thing that keeps him from making somebody pay for that oversight.
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Date: 2010-07-06 06:10 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-07-06 06:11 am (UTC)Not exactly a filled prompt, but
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Date: 2010-07-06 11:28 am (UTC)Luke/Jack, Laying in bed
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Date: 2010-07-06 06:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-06 06:33 am (UTC)Verbose no More | NCIS, Ducky/Tony, I love your skin
Date: 2010-07-16 02:27 am (UTC)There’s nothing like reducing the normally verbose man to moans.
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