Thursday: Genderbending/fuckery
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comment_ficRanma's always had those genderswapping issues. Naruto can turn into a girl at will. And what about those supernatural beings who are beyond the concept of gender? Or the fact that the Doctor can (theoretically) regenerate as a woman?
That's right, today's theme is screwing with gender! Take a character's gender and swap it, remove it, or just turn it on its head.
Just keep the rules in mind:
And don't forget to save our code monkeys some grief - follow the format!
For a single fandom:
For a crossover:
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That's right, today's theme is screwing with gender! Take a character's gender and swap it, remove it, or just turn it on its head.
Just keep the rules in mind:
- No more than three prompts for the same fandom.
- No more than five prompts in a row.
- If one of your prompts is filled, you can prompt again.
- No spoilers in your prompts for at least a week after the airdate/release.
- Warn for any spoilers for your fic in bold and leave at least three spaces before the text.
And don't forget to save our code monkeys some grief - follow the format!
For a single fandom:
Supernatural, Anna, angels are genderless, but she's spent the last twenty years being female
Doctor Who, Jack/choice, being male or female has nothing to do with pregnancy in the 51st century
For a crossover:
Ranma 1/2/Sailor Moon, Usagi + choice, you fell in the Spring of Drowned what?
None of these prompts catch your eye? Don't forget about our Lonely Prompts!
tag = genderbender
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Date: 2010-09-16 07:53 am (UTC)All In the Name of Research
Date: 2010-09-16 03:49 pm (UTC)~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
“Ever fucked in the shower before?”
The question comes with a crooked smirk and a twinkle in those blue eyes that makes Dean want to laugh. It’s a pretty crappy pick-up line but they’ve been exchanging crappy lines all night in this backwater bar. As for an answer, Dean is of two minds. Sure he’s done it in the shower and just about everywhere else for that matter. But that was before, you know, when he was a guy. The way he is now, he’s technically never done it.
They’ve gotten to that point in their exchange where Dean has to make a decision. How far is he going to go with this? He’s never been into guys. Not that he has a problem with it. He’s just always liked women so much better. Which he guesses makes him a lesbian right now. Hmmm, lesbian sex…
He shakes himself to realize this guy, Eliot that’s his name, is staring at him. He’s not a bad looking guy though his hair is kinda long, longer than Sammy’s even. But he’s built and holds himself in a way that screams soldier and fighter to Dean’s expert eyes. If Dean were of a mind to experiment here, this guy would definitely do as a trial run.
What the heck, you only live once. Sam was sure to have this curse sorted out by the morning, so this would probably be Dean’s only chance to experience this from the other side, so to speak.
Dean smiles and leans closer to him and whispers huskily in his ear, “Only way you’re going to find out cowboy is if we go somewhere other than here.”
As they leave the bar, Eliot gives a short wave to his friends at the back table. They were an odd bunch but Dean hadn’t really gotten to know them as he had been enjoying flirting with Eliot.
They do try the shower as well as every other spot and position they can think of. Never say Dean can’t be as thorough in his research as Sam when the occasion calls for it.
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Date: 2010-09-16 09:27 am (UTC)No Man's Woman (girl!Sam/Mike)
Date: 2010-12-23 05:05 am (UTC)They say she once conned a set of nuclear launch codes out of a Uzbek defense minister just by asking nicely. They say she once snuck into Pyongyang and left with sixteen defectors, but not her bra. They say she out-drank a bunch of IRA gunrunners and foiled their arms shipment. They say she took on Michael Westen hand-to-hand in Tehran and destroyed an entire hotel.
All the rumors are true.
But for every time Sam Axe has parachuted into Sao Paulo in a catsuit and left with blackmail photos of the secretary of defense consorting with ex-KGB agents, there are hundreds more she's simply needed to blend in. Tail a suspect. Stake out a meeting. Plant bugs. Sleep with some two-bit informant because her superiors still think that's a viable method of extracting information.
As much as she tries to pretend the whole sexpionage stuff is fun - and there are these powder puffs at Langley the last time she lectured who actually idolize her for it and want to go that route themselves - she never feels worse than when she's just off one of those missions. Sex becomes a tool, a means to an end; worse, a chore.
No matter how many showers she takes, she can't quite scrub it off.
Somehow, Michael always knows when and where to find her. After the Taipei mission (four days stuck sleeping with the head of an assassination squad), he buys her a drink in a crowded London nightclub and spins her protestingly around a dance floor. After the Johannesburg mission (trophy girlfriend to a petty little warlord), he takes her to a tiny French restaurant in Queens and they play at a first date. After the Bahrain mission (the worst in a long time; the bastard of a partner she was working with double-crossed her and left her naked in an army barracks), he rents an apartment in Venice near the Ca'Rezzonico and refuses to let her lift a finger for the entire weekend.
The age difference doesn't even bother her anymore. It used to - when he was a rookie spook and she was his favorite partner - but then, a lot of things don't bother her anymore. Like his double life; the Michael she knows - who likes to pretend he's her guardian angel in some twisted form of payback for all the times she's saved his ass - doesn't actually exist outside of their relationship.
The Michael Westen who doesn't sleep unless she's next to him?
Who pushes her thighs apart and goes down on her until she's a shaking wreck?
Who she taught to drink any kind of alcohol and still fake intoxication for a cover?
Who's counted every scar and bullet wound on her body and shown her every mirror image on his?
Who kisses every fingertip and then her cheek before he says goodbye?
That man disappears when he closes the door behind him; his eyes narrow, his steel-trap mind springs back into place, and the death wish comes back. He goes to Istanbul and takes out a cadre of terrorists. He goes to Cairo and assassinates a suspected mole in the Egyptian government. He goes to Azerbaijan and walks out minus some shoulder.
She's hardly his only feminine companionship - there's the Irish terrorist, the Canadian firefighter, the Swedish designer - but then again, Sam has her own gentlemen friends. What they are to each other is detente. A place to be themselves with no consequences, no judgments.
It ain't love, but it works.
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Date: 2010-09-18 01:23 am (UTC)That's how Sam thought of Fin. Dangerous when angry. Twice as dangerous when laughing.
Strong guy, too, for his size. Could push Sam ass-first on the floor if Sam was caught off guard. Or drunk. Which... well, it wasn't that rare.
And sometimes it was that Sam said something to piss Fin off, and Michael would have to stop it from becoming a full on fight.
Sometimes Fin would just stand over Sam and lick his lips. Michael would hightail it out of there fast, then.
Sometimes, it was in between. Like Sam had no idea what he did wrong, and if Fin was just crazy as usual Fin, or if Fin was about to turn into never-ever-fuck-with-Fin Fin.
And Fin would stare down at him, teeth bared as he pulled a bottle of whiskey to his mouth with one hand and rubbed at the bulge between his legs with the other.
"Sammy. Sammy, Sammy, Sammy. You know what I think, Sammy?"
"You're thinking how to apologize for pushing me before I kick your ass?"
A laugh, rough and raw, and not just from the whiskey. "No, Sammy. I was thinking I like you better from this angle."
"Yeah, Fin, I heard you the first time and the next thousand times after that. You like to be on top."
And it would stay like that, riddles and gestures, insults hurled and near violence, until Sam figured out - until Fin got bored enough to reveal - whether they were about to fight or fuck.
Sam knows that it's not a smart thing. To go for the crazy ones.
But hell. Sam figures he's downright brilliant 99% of the time. He might as well be an idiot the rest.
Of course, sometimes, the day after, when Sam is still sore and bruised, and Fin is still annoying as ever, Sam reminds himself that even idiots have a sense of self-preservation.
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Date: 2010-09-16 10:27 am (UTC)Fill - Fearing To Tread
Date: 2010-09-16 12:27 pm (UTC)Hell. The Pit. Perdition. Whichever name it's called by, even the most powerful and seasoned of angels fears going there.
Demons in their true form are terrifying, grotesque parodies of angels. Twisted, malevolent faces, clawed hands, and jet black wings instead of white.
Castiel has never been here before, never faced a demon before. But he has an assignment, and no demon will keep him from it. He draws his sword, fights back the waves of fear and revulsion rippling through his grace, and joins the fray along side his brothers and sisters.
When the last of the guards in the area are dispatched, he speeds off towards Deanna Winchester.
A sort time later, battered and with his wings singed and forever tainted black, but with Deanna's soul cradled within his grace as if it should have been there all long, Castiel thinks it was worth it.
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