Thursday: rare pairings
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comment_ficToday's theme is rare pairings. A rare pairing you love or trying out something new, just so long as the pairing is rare.
Always remember the Rules:
No more than three prompts to a single fandom
No more than five prompts at a time
If fic has spoilers, please warn and and leave at least three spaces.
Spoilers are not allowed in prompts even when warned for.
Think of the Code monkeys and use this format:
Supernatural, Anna/Crowley, deals
Supernatural, Lisa/Balthazar, he doesn't leave
Supernatural, John/Gabriel, new beginings
Don't like today's prompt? Check out the lonely prompts.
Go wild!
tag=rare pairings
Always remember the Rules:
No more than three prompts to a single fandom
No more than five prompts at a time
If fic has spoilers, please warn and and leave at least three spaces.
Spoilers are not allowed in prompts even when warned for.
Think of the Code monkeys and use this format:
Supernatural, Anna/Crowley, deals
Supernatural, Lisa/Balthazar, he doesn't leave
Supernatural, John/Gabriel, new beginings
Don't like today's prompt? Check out the lonely prompts.
Go wild!
tag=rare pairings
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Date: 2012-02-14 12:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-02-14 12:34 pm (UTC)Supernatural, Gabriel/John, Gabriel tells the boys strange fairy tales
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Date: 2012-02-14 12:34 pm (UTC)Supernatural, Dean/Castiel, Tattercoat
Tattercoats
Date: 2012-02-14 01:05 pm (UTC)He’s been wandering the earth for a long time, now.
He considers, as the sky darkens and the birds settle in for night, that he may have done something wrong. That his orders, filtering down from his brothers, had gone against his Father’s wishes in some way, and that, even now, if he tries to go back, one day it will be impossible. The human heart in his vessel beats faster and Castiel feels like he’s choking.
“Hey, Cas!”
He turns his head toward the road. Dean is climbing over the bushes and weeds that strangle the curb, exasperated.
“Why are you standing out here all by yourself? Come on. I fixed my baby, so we get on to Ellen’s now.”
Castiel blinks and then nods. He lets Dean take his arm and pull him toward the Impala even though he could get them both there faster, lingering on the warmth in Dean’s palm. “This party is to celebrate the birth of the Son, right?” he asks, as Dean pushes him down into the passenger seat.
“Yeah, I guess,” he replies, climbing behind the wheel. “But you’re fine as you are. Not like anyone’ll be wearing a suit at this thing.” He starts up the car, drowning out the night with loud music that has become familiar to Castiel.
Overhead, a flock of geese makes an arrow pointing to the future.
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Date: 2012-02-14 01:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-02-14 01:13 pm (UTC)Unwelcome guardian pt1 / 3
Date: 2012-12-14 11:07 am (UTC)He smoothed his hair with a damp hand one final time before walking calmly – no he absolutely did not do anything like skipping, and if any of the knights on guard tell you different they were lying – back to the castle to get dressed.
~*~*~*~
Merlin puffed his long gown before pulling himself up and striding into the Great Hall, head held high. Finally he could make an entrance amongst the stuffy nobles, he could walk along as if he belonged here. Because tonight –.
“Merlin!” screeched an all too familiar voice to his left. “Why is my armour not cleaned for the tournament tomorrow?” he fumed, his voice echoing around the room heedless of the other guests staring. “I’ll assume that if you’re here you’ve also sharpened every sword in the armoury, arranged my clothes for tomorrow, reshod my horse, waahed the windows of my chamber and caught that bloody mouse!” during this rant he’d been stalking through the quickly parting guests towards the beet-faced Merlin, voice only getting louder with proximity. “No? No I haven’t done it, Sire? No, I’m useless and deserve hanging, Sire? Or no, I’m going to do it right now, Sire?” He raised a silent eyebrow at Merlin, the servant desperately trying to hold back the tears filling his eyes.
“I’m… I’m sorry, Sire,” muttered Merlin, turning and fleeing. He wanted nothing more to be out of the view of all those nobles, people he’d hoped to be on equal with for one night. He ran aimlessly through the corridors for several minutes, finally slowing in an unlit passage way, a bitter draft flowing through the window.
Something bumped against the back of his head. He violently swatted it away. Great, he thought, now the building is going to bury me, as if my life couldn’t get any worse. He carried on walking, hands hanging limply at his sides, at a loss without pockets. Something bumped into his head again. He swatted at it, again feeling nothing.
“Ow,” came a quiet but certain squeak.
Merlin span around, wishing for a torch. “Who the hell is there?” he called into the dark and empty space, into the darkness beyond. “I don’t know what kind of game this is, but I’m really not in the mood.”
A blue light flashed in the corner of his vision. He span around, eyes searching the darkness, rage filling his face.
“I’m sorry Master Emrys, I did not mean to startled you,” squeaked a voice near the ceiling. Merlin looked up, automatically preparing his magic. “I came to help,” rush the voice, as a blue ball of light a little bigger than a goblet floated to eye level. “My name is Willamena, and I am your fairy godmother!” The light bounced, voice going higher pitched.
Unwelcome guardian pt2
From:Unwelcome guardian pt 3
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Date: 2012-02-14 01:14 pm (UTC)FILL: Not So Fabulous Fairy Tale (SPN, Dean/Castiel)
Date: 2013-08-04 08:24 pm (UTC)Hope you like!
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Date: 2012-02-14 01:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-02-14 01:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-02-14 01:26 pm (UTC)wolvesangels (http://www.mythfolklore.net/andrewlang/027.htm)no subject
Date: 2012-02-14 01:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-02-14 01:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-02-14 01:35 pm (UTC)Yami no Matsuei // Tatsumi/Tsuzuki // PG
Date: 2013-04-01 12:01 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-02-14 01:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-02-14 02:03 pm (UTC)Glee, Puck + Sam, the little match boys
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Date: 2012-02-14 02:03 pm (UTC)Highlander/Inception, Methos + young Arthur, stories before bedtime
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Date: 2012-02-15 06:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-02-14 02:07 pm (UTC)Supernatural/Grimm, Winchesters, Dean&Sam are Grimms
Filled: 'Till We Have Faces
Date: 2013-02-04 12:11 am (UTC)Castiel glimmered distractingly on the wall, his human cloak puzzled, blood-smeared, and impaled like a carcass waiting to be portioned; his wings were disheveled, fluttering.
The demon Alastair stood proud, his bony human face fixed in a sneer of triumph, and beneath, taut-stretched vellum-skin flinched in fear. The flinch drew Sam close. The flinch stirred Sam's power until he thrummed with it, begged for Sam to prove himself worthy. Sam loosed his power and let it boil out through his fingers, let it slam the demon against the grubby brick.
The human face spat and snarled in defiance. The smooth white vellum-face cringed and warped, eyeless, voiceless, guileless. Sam poured pain into it, listening to the words of the human mask and watching red burns mar the inner face, and exulted. This was power. This was payback.
Dean slumped on the floor against a pentagram of eight-by-eights and iron bands, wheezing through blood, and if Sam looked now, he knew he would see the Glasgow grin and shadowed eyes, the blood-caked nails and filed-sharp teeth, that had had him pulling his knife when they'd first reunited in that red hotel room. He wondered what Dean had seen, that had had him shoving Bobby back protectively and pulling a knife of his own, and knew that whatever had peeked out from under his skin that day would be a dozen times more vivid now.
They were monsters to each-other. But the blood put Sam past caring, and with a twist of Sam's monstrous claws, Alastair's true face crumbled to ash.
Re: Filled: 'Till We Have Faces
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Date: 2012-02-14 02:09 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-02-14 02:11 pm (UTC)Inception, Arthur/Eames, the frog prince
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Date: 2012-02-14 02:12 pm (UTC)Highlander, Methos, the big bad wolf
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Date: 2012-02-14 02:39 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-02-14 02:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-02-14 02:46 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-02-14 02:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-02-14 02:59 pm (UTC)no fill but...
Date: 2012-02-14 04:31 pm (UTC)Re: no fill but...
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Date: 2012-02-14 03:05 pm (UTC)