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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Re: Fill: That Guy
Date: 2012-02-21 03:01 am (UTC)Re: Fill: That Guy
Date: 2012-02-22 12:08 am (UTC)Glad you liked it!
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Date: 2012-02-27 09:11 am (UTC)http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7787455/1/Sleeping_Beauty
Re: Fill, Grain of Truth, 1b/1
Date: 2012-08-09 01:40 am (UTC)Re: Fill, Grain of Truth, 1b/1
Date: 2012-08-09 08:53 am (UTC)Fill - Fullmetal Alchemist - "Bedtime Stories"
Date: 2012-10-28 02:35 pm (UTC)X X X
Simon bounced on the bed, making the springs creak. “Daddy, Daddy, tell us a story!”
Becca pulled her thumb out of her mouth long enough to agree. “Story!”
Edward made a show of sighing as he came into their bedroom. “A story? Why do you want one of those?”
“‘Cause you tell the best,” Simon said.
“Yeah,” Becca said, nodding solemnly.
“Take your thumb out of your mouth when you’re talking, honey,” Edward told her as he sat down at the foot of Simon’s bed. His weight offset the springiness, and Simon tumbled down on his knees, crawling up to Edward to lean against him. “Come here, Becca.”
She climbed off her bed and onto Simon’s, curling up on Edward’s other side. “Wanna here ‘bout Unca Al,” she said, “in Xing!”
“No, I wanna hear about the Fire,” Simon paused, frowning, “Flame Al-alchemist!”
Edward rolled his eyes. “I’m not telling you a story about the bast - ”
“Ed.”
He jerked, half-turning around with a sick grin on his face. “The Flame Alchemist!”
“The bastard,” Simon crowed, and Winry folded her arms, looking from their son to Edward, her eyebrows lifting.
“Simon, we’re not supposed to say that word,” Edward said, and Simon giggled.
“You say it alla time, Daddy,” Becca reminded.
“Aheh.” Edward rubbed the back of his neck, shooting a sheepish look at Winry. From the lack of humor on her face, he knew he’d better work quick to get himself out of this particular hole he’d dug for himself. “Tell you kids what – I’ve got a great story. One I haven’t told you before. It’s about a little girl - ”
“Eww,” Simon said, sticking out his tongue.
“And she’s the bravest girl I’ve ever met.” Edward glanced at Winry out of the corner of his eyes.
Becca clapped her hands. “Gonna tell us about the bean girl!”
“No, honey,” Edward wrapped his arms around each of his children, smiling at Winry, “I’m going to tell you about your Mom.”
Both kids swiveled around, staring at the doorway. “Mom?” Simon asked.
“Me?” Winry asked, a little skeptical, but her cheeks tingeing pink.
“Uh, huh.” Edward beckoned her over to the beds with a tilt of his head, his grin broadening when she joined them. “See, when your Mom was a little girl, both her Mom and Dad went away to war, to help heal the soldiers and the Ishbalans,” he said, meeting Winry’s eyes as she sat down. “And an Ishbalan man, who’d been hurt in the war, he,” Edward had to take a breath, “he killed your grandma and grandpa, when your Mom wasn’t much older than Simon. But she got a chance to meet that man, and it was the bravest thing I ever saw.”
Edward tightened his arms around the kids, kissing the top of Becca’s head and ruffling Simon’s hair. “Your Mom is amazing, and you should remember it.”
“That isn’t a real story!” Simon groaned. “How was Mom brave? Tell us a real story, Daddy. About the Al-alchemist from the West!”
“Mom’s brave,” Becca said, climbing out from under Edward’s arm to nestle in Winry’s lap. She rubbed Winry’s belly, where it was starting to swell from the new baby.
“She is,” Edward agreed, “and I’ll tell you more, Simon, if you settle down.”
“Yeah, tell us more,” Winry agreed, adjusting Becca against her body, “I want to hear how brave I was.”
They grinned at each other, and Edward’s heart leaped. He really loved this woman, and later, once the kids were asleep, he planned on showing her just how much.
X X X
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
Date: 2012-12-14 11:08 am (UTC)“Fairy godmothers may not exist according to your magic books – and yes Lord Emrys I know all about those – but what about in the fairy tales your mother told you as a child? They existed there. You have often found things believed to be myths are real in this world. Why is it so hard to believe in me?”
Merlin paced, as much as he could with an irritatingly chipped ball or light blocking his path. He wanted to shout, to throw magic at this, whatever it was. After all, evenGaius told him fairy godmothers didn’t exist. And yet somewhere deep inside him, where he kept his Dragon Lord voice, reached out, telling him this was right. This was true. Finally he faced the light head on. “You can’t be real. You let him talk to me like that. You let him believe all magic is evil. You let him put me down. You let him take away the one good thing I had in my life! You let he ruin this one night for me!” He lunged at the light, missing and landing on the floor.
The light came down, settling on his raised rump. The light dimmed and he saw a small woman in a blue corseted dress sat there instead. “Ok,” it chirped, “let’s talk wishes.”
~*~*~*~
Merlin climbed out of bed oddly refreshed. Hmm odd, he thought, how id I get here? Ah! Last night, the “fairy godmother”, the chores, Arthur. Oh God, the chores! I never did them!
He jumped out of bed, running into Gaius's chambers while pulling on a shirt. “Gaius?” he called, looking franticly around. Where was he? He needed to ask him about this blue bother ball. And he needed to find Arthur and explain why he was going to the most important meeting of his life without anything he required. Merlin would be lucky if he was just locked up for the rest of eternity.
He ran down the hall, facing this head on, as he had nowhere to go if he ran, would be best. He crashed through into Arthur’s chambers before he could lose his resolve to see a perfectly peaceful sleeping body sprawled across the sheets.
The prince jerked upright at the noise. “Merlin! Have you heard of knocking?”
Merlin stuttered, face flushing as memories of the night replayed, “I’m sorry Sire, I don’t know what happened, I…” his eyes settled on the table, finally taking it in. a large fruit platter with half a chicken and several large rolls gleamed. Pristine armor hung on the back of the door, placed for ease of putting on.
Unwelcome guardian pt 3
Date: 2012-12-14 11:08 am (UTC)“It’s er… not a problem,” muttered Merlin, spotting a flicker of blue light disappearing behind Arthur’s bed drapes.
~*~*~*~
“Thank you for bailing me our, but I still don’t need a fairy godmother,” whispered Merlin to blank space as he sat by the stream. If this really was what it claimed surely it would hear him. “For one thing if you didn’t know magic is outlawed in Camelot. You will get killed and so will I. Plus if I’m suddenly doing his chores better he’ll give me more, then I’ll be really stuck when you leave.”
There was no reply. He got back up to carry on searching for the herb Gaius required only to find the basket full behind him.
“Have some fun for once,” came a disembodied voice. “They won’t expect you back for hours.”
Merlin bit his lip. Ok, maybe he did deserve one day off.
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
Date: 2013-02-04 02:40 pm (UTC)Oh, that's lovely. Thank you!
Yami no Matsuei // Tatsumi/Tsuzuki // PG
Date: 2013-04-01 12:01 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-08-03 05:40 pm (UTC)http://lmx-v3point3.livejournal.com/103961.html
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: 2013-08-06 02:07 pm (UTC)RE: Fill - Fullmetal Alchemist - "Bedtime Stories"
Date: 2019-01-27 02:49 pm (UTC)Re: Fill - Fullmetal Alchemist - "Bedtime Stories"
Date: 2019-01-28 03:35 am (UTC)Fullmetal Alchemist pretty much stole my life for about ten years. I'm still very fond of it. Edward and Winry are in most of my LJ icons at this point.