Yereḳšabṭi - Rare Pairings or Fandoms
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ryuutchi and your host for this week.
Today's theme is "Rare Pairings or Fandoms". Yuletide has been over for about two weeks, so I think we should have out own mini rare fic fest right here! And unlike Elyn and Astolat, I'm not going to limit you to rare fandoms. Go ahead with your rare pairings too!
Kindly keep in mine our rules:
ryuutchi and your host for this week.Today's theme is "Rare Pairings or Fandoms". Yuletide has been over for about two weeks, so I think we should have out own mini rare fic fest right here! And unlike Elyn and Astolat, I'm not going to limit you to rare fandoms. Go ahead with your rare pairings too!
Kindly keep in mine our rules:
- Three prompts per fandom, and no more than five total. If one of your prompts is filled, you may post another.
- No spoilers for new shows/seasons until at least one week after airing.
- If your fill contains spoilers, please warn for it and leave enough space for people to pass by.
To help our overworked and underpaid codemonekys please format your prompts as such:
The Kane Chronicles, Carter and Sadie, the whole thing with Set, Horus, the seduction and ejaculate-covered lettuce was just way too much information
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, April/Leo, there's a thin line between a superhero kink and bestiality
Avenue Q, Trekkie Monster, his one attempt at dating
Supernatural, Loki/Kali, that one time they made the sky boil together
If today's prompts don't tickle you, give the lonely prompts a whirl instead!
[tag: rarepairingsorfandoms]
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Date: 2011-01-18 09:34 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-01-18 09:35 am (UTC)no fic but...
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Date: 2011-01-20 02:09 am (UTC)“I’m…not sure what you mean,” she murmured, keeping her own eyes on her drink, stirring it with the tiny straw she held in one manicured hand. She always wondered why they weren’t just sticks. A person certainly couldn’t use one of those for drinking.
“If you want to keep playing that way, fine,” murmured Loki. “But I’ll be honest, Aphrodite has been pretty interested lately.”
“She’s Aphrodite, she’s interested in most things that move,” Kali murmured. “Though I’m sure she’s particularly interested in you.”
“She wants me,” said Loki, puffing out his chest. She looked at him out of the corner of her eye, trying not to smile. “But honestly,” he murmured. He leaned closer, and took a chance, brushing the back of his hand against her skin. He felt like spun sugar, light, sticky, decadent. “You’re everything I want.”
“Oh I think you want a lot more than just me,” she murmured, finally meeting his eyes. “But it’ll be enough for now.”
“Well, that was fantastic,” murmured Loki. He rolled over on the cumulus and watched her as she leaned forward on the cloud, watching the world below.
“Yes, but in retrospect we probably should put some protections in place,” she said.
“We’re gods, we don’t need protection!” chuckled Loki.
“No, but the world needs protection from us,” she murmured. She gestured to the world below. “they were having cloud thunder and rain for the last four hours.”
“Awesome,” Loki grinned.
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Date: 2011-01-18 09:35 am (UTC)R, dubcon
Date: 2011-03-23 10:58 am (UTC)But Raphael doesn't end him, not yet, and burns his skin before he pushes Castiel to his knees.
"Please me," Raphael rumbles, low and dark and all too close to a tone Castiel once heard from Lucifer, "And I might let you live."
He opens his pants, and Castiel: Castiel has learned from the Winchesters, from humanity. If he wants to rise again, defeat Raphael one day, he must know when to give in and do what he must to survive.
With tongue and lips he pleases Raphael, and with eyes closed he promises himself that there will be a tomorrow where he can make Raphael please him.
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Date: 2011-01-18 09:37 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-01-18 09:40 am (UTC)I don't even know, okay. XD;;
Date: 2011-01-18 11:35 pm (UTC)"You don't say?" Jimmy mutters, sipping the awful police station coffee and trying to look grumpy and busy enough with paperwork that no one will bother him. It works.
"It could have been worse," Michael tries, but doesn't even seem to convince himself.
"We're trapped in a damn buddy cop show," Jimmy growls, and viciously drawn rude stick figures in the margins of a report. "Me non-existing and you in Hell would not be worse than this."
"At least you are the tortured lone wolf one that's guaranteed to get all the female fans?"
Jimmy rewards the ex-angel's almost-smirk by almost blinding him with a thrown pen.
"Novak! Elison! In my office, now!" the Chief's voice booms out across the room.
Michael, good little soldier that he is, gets up immediately and looks expectantly at Jimmy. "Duty calls."
"Fuck you, 'Elison,'" Jimmy growls, but does get out of his chair and grab his trenchcoat. "I better get to shoot some bad guys today, or I swear, I'm shooting you."
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Date: 2011-01-18 09:42 am (UTC)Not a reply, but -
Date: 2011-01-18 10:38 pm (UTC)FILL: Consorting (1/1) (Larry/Mike/Sam) (PG)
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Date: 2011-01-18 09:42 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-01-18 09:43 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-01-18 09:44 am (UTC)No fill but...
Date: 2014-12-18 09:18 pm (UTC)If you click on Janet/Carson in my tag set, you'll find the rest!
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Date: 2011-01-18 09:45 am (UTC)IT'S JUST A JUMP TO THE LEFT!
Date: 2011-01-18 09:48 am (UTC)No fic, but...
Date: 2011-01-18 02:34 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-01-18 09:49 am (UTC)twists and tangles
Date: 2011-01-19 02:42 am (UTC)http://arnica.dreamwidth.org/
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Date: 2011-01-18 09:50 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-01-18 09:50 am (UTC)Just had to say...
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Date: 2011-01-18 09:53 am (UTC)I love you for this prompt
Date: 2012-05-20 03:11 pm (UTC)Hart- not his real name- grins at Eliot from the other side of the demolished coffee table. “I knew it wasn’t going to be a gunfight.”
The scowl deepens. Hart is buckling his gunbelt back around his hips, which have been covered up once again with those oh-so-tight jeans. He hasn’t put his t-shirt back on yet- thank God, that thing looks like it’s been buried underground- so the deep red crescent marks from Eliot’s frenzied biting earlier are still visible, trailing up his pectorals and neck.
Hart purrs at him, realizing where his attention has gone. “Yeah, you were randy today. That lovely team of yours not putting out?”
Eliot stands, glass and wood splinters falling to the floor around him. Even naked and covered in Hart’s scratches he knows he’s intimidating. “You stay away from them.” There’s no need to say ‘or else.’
“I’ve no intention of touching a hair on their pretty little heads.” Hart’s voice is like honey- smooth and sweet and often synthetic. He gives Eliot an innocent look that the retrieval specialist immediately distrusts. “Not unless I was invited. And this century doesn’t have many people creative enough to hold my attention.” One hands reaches out to trail down Eliot’s body, touching the scars that no one besides the two of them could identify. His eyes burn like the desert sun and pin Eliot in place. “Same time next year?”
If we’re both still alive, Eliot knows. Still, he relaxes, the crisis- his new life intersecting with his old one- averted. He even smiles at his old partner. “Try to wait more than a half hour before jumping forward. If I’ve got to give you time to recharge after waiting a year I’ll have to beat you with your own Vortex Manipulator.”
“Already counting the days before you see me again,” Hart simpers. “How sweet.” He opens his wriststrap and opens a portal to the Vortex. As he walks into it, he looks back, and then Eliot can see the honest friendship in his eyes, one of the few true bonds he’d had with anyone back then. “You never should have left, darling.”
“The Agency was never the right place for me,” Eliot says firmly.
Hart shrugs, his expression is one of agreement. He always was sentimental. He leaves, and the Vortex closes moments before the door to Nate’s apartment opens.
A gasp from Sophie, a wide-eyed, quickly becoming murderous look from Nate at the state of his apartment and Parker’s interested head-tilt (and maybe Hart was wrong, because no one in this century should be giving him a look with that much intent when they’ve got a boyfriend) are all drowned out by the sound of Hardison’s not-manly-in-the-slightest shriek.
“My flatscreens!” The hacker looks like he’s about to burst into a Big No and prostrate himself before God. Eliot looks at the televisions, melted beyond repair by Hart’s sonic blaster. “I can explain,” he says as he covers himself with a torn pillow.
Even as the team regains their composure and begins to shout at him, Eliot glances at the spot Hart left and has to smother a 51st century grin. Worth it.
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Date: 2011-01-18 09:55 am (UTC)