Monday- Tropes
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I'm tasmin_dvelnahr, your guest host for this week. Today's prompt is tropes. They are present in every fandom and fun to to play with. If you are looking for ideas, this site is a treasure trove- http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/HomePage
Please link to the trope you are using.
To make it easy on our hardworking code monkeys, please format your posts like so:
Star Trek, Kirk/Spock, Kirk's Summation - http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/KirkSummation
A Game of Thrones, Jaime/Cersie, Blonde Guys are Evil - http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/BlondGuysAreEvil
For crossovers.
A Game of Thrones/Star Trek, any/Random Red Shirt, Color Coded for Your Convenience - http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/ColourCodedForYourConvenience?from=Main.ColorCodedForYourConvenience
If none of today's prompts appeal to you, check out the Lonely Prompts.
I'm tasmin_dvelnahr, your guest host for this week. Today's prompt is tropes. They are present in every fandom and fun to to play with. If you are looking for ideas, this site is a treasure trove- http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/HomePage
Please link to the trope you are using.
To make it easy on our hardworking code monkeys, please format your posts like so:
Star Trek, Kirk/Spock, Kirk's Summation - http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/KirkSummation
A Game of Thrones, Jaime/Cersie, Blonde Guys are Evil - http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/BlondGuysAreEvil
For crossovers.
A Game of Thrones/Star Trek, any/Random Red Shirt, Color Coded for Your Convenience - http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/ColourCodedForYourConvenience?from=Main.ColorCodedForYourConvenience
If none of today's prompts appeal to you, check out the Lonely Prompts.
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Date: 2011-05-09 06:26 pm (UTC)Fill
Date: 2011-05-10 05:57 am (UTC)The girl was nice enough, really; a bit overly enthusiastic, sure, but he'd just spent twelve hours straight keeping an angry ghost/ ex-boyfriend from offing her and she was feeling extremely grateful.
"I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't been here," she breathed, getting up too close in his personal space. "Is there any way I can thank you? I owe you so much."
Sam smiled politely, taking a step back (and, consequently, closer to Gabriel) and shook his head. "No thanks are necessary. We were just doing our jobs."
She looked about ready to insist, and Sam didn't hesitated in reaching for the archangel beside him; he curled his hand around Gabriel's, threading their fingers together. "We really need to be moving along."
Her face fell, but Sam didn't have time to feel guilty. Gabriel had taken a half-step closer to him, so their arms brushed; he was a furnace at Sam's side, the smell of electricity and peppermint making the hunter want to lean closer and take a deep breath through his nose.
"You know how it is," the archangel said, voice a little too pleased. "Other baddies need to be shown what's what and we're the ones who gotta do it. Ready, Sammy?"
Sam made a surprised noise as Gabriel released his hand and wrapped his arm around his waist, guiding him around the woman and towards the exit. "Yeah; of course."
From behind him he heard a dispirited murmur of, "The cute ones are always gay," before he was being led out the door and into the afternoon sun.
He didn't say anything when Gabriel didn't release his hold on him.
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Date: 2011-05-09 06:39 pm (UTC)Fill
Date: 2011-05-10 06:40 am (UTC)Really though, he should've thought something was up when they made him and the tipsy (how on earth did they manage that?) archangel play the coin game.
"Find the coins! You'll see who'll be in charge in your lives!" an elderly man had said, grinning, after a really weird speech that Sam hadn't understood any of.
Of course they did it, and of course Gabriel had managed to find all the coins that had been specified; Sam was pretty sure he used his angel mojo to do it, too. He'd offered Sam a toothy grin as he held up the items, swaying slightly on his feet, and Sam had shaken his head with a drunken grin.
More wine was passed around and the world slowly blurred into darkness.
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The first thing that Sam was aware of when he came to the next morning was that his head felt like someone had taken a pick-axe to it. Hangovers were horrible beasts, but he couldn't complain when he was the one who brought it upon himself… He was pretty sure he'd brought it upon himself, but he couldn't really remember all that clearly what had transpired.
The second thing he came to be aware of was that he wasn't underneath any covers, but he was exceptionally warm and he felt like he was floating on clouds; the thin mattress hadn't been so comfortable the first night he'd slept in it, and he couldn't fathom it magically getting fluffier when he wasn't paying attention. Maybe the villagers had been so pleased with his and his brother's work that they're upgraded their sleeping accommodations while they were celebrating? He made a sleepy noise and shifted further down into the welcoming fluff.
Someone else mirrored his sleepy noise.
Sam forced his eyes open and things started clicking into place.
"Don't start thinking," a muffled voice demanded, Gabriel shifting closer and draping more fully across him. "You're too hungover; I'm too comfortable; and it's too early."
Sam inhaled a deep breath, trying to focus his attention on the still striking designs painted on his skin. Right. No thinking. No panicking.
"Especially no panicking," Gabriel said dryly, "Things could be worse. You could've married Cas."
"RIght, that's - wait," Sam inhaled deeply, his nostrils flaring, "Married?"
"No worries," Gabriel assured him, "Your brother was incredibly supportive of the entire ritual."
Sam decided it would be best just to go back to sleep.
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Date: 2011-05-09 09:24 pm (UTC)It used to be he'd leave. They'd both leave actually. Jason should have realized when they stopped doing it in dirty alleyways and shadowed rooftops. When they moved to a bed and there were fewer bruises and more kisses.
"I don't hate you." Jason froze as his voice seemed to echo through the predawn quiet of his room. His room and not even a hotel.
Tim snuggled closer in his sleep but didn't wake. Jason went back to stroking his hair. "I don't hate you." He whispered again. It was no 'I love you,' but it might as well have been.
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Date: 2011-05-09 06:45 pm (UTC)Filled
Date: 2011-05-09 11:35 pm (UTC)"Go to Spider." They whisper to one another when things get really bad. "Spider will help you."
And they go to him, not as often as they'd like to because their distrust of humanity is as ingrained in them as the rules their mothers and pimps and whoever else holds power over them have laid down.
Spider makes them pay for his help, not in sex (that is one line he never crosses), but in information. He takes down their stories and asks them to spy for him.
They know better than to lie to him though, either about the reason they need help or the information they bring back. It's the most surefire way to lose his protection.
Even when there is a kid that needs help who isn't a street kid he'll help them. Leaping to their defense or slipping them a couple dollars for food or just buying back a favored toy.
He has all the money he could ever want and more but he doesn't need it and the kids who do will only go back to what they know if he tries to buy them away outright.
So he drops them a fifty for food and takes down their stories, knowing that they'd rather starve than take money for "free".
Nothing comes without a price and they know it.
They still count Spider as the only real adult friend many of them have, the only adult that can be trusted.
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