Torsdag: Rarepairs

[ravenspear.livejournal.com]

Good way-too-late-in-the-afternoon! I'm still ravenspear, guest hosting for grate justice.

Today is Thursday (yay, almost weekend!), and today our theme is going to be Rarepairs. No popular pairings allowed, so show your favorite rare- and crackpairings some love. <3

As usual, you have to follow the rules:
♥ No more than five "live" prompts at any time. If someone fills a prompt of yours, you may then prompt again.
♥ No more than three prompts from one fandom at a time.
♥ No spoilers in your prompt until at least one week after the original airing/publication date. If there are spoilers in your fic, warn in bold and leave at least three spaces.


And remember to honor our codemonkey overlords with proper prompt formatting:

Fandom; Character prompt
Fandom; Character/Character; prompt
Fandom/Fandom; Character(s)/Pairing(s); prompt

If you don't find any of the day's prompts to your liking, feel free to head on over to the Lonely Prompts Archive and make someone's day!

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[hanorganaas.livejournal.com]

The Hunger Games/Supernatural, Dean/Katniss, You Shook Me All Night Long

Fill, saving things, hunting people, 1a/1

[hobnailedboots.livejournal.com]

disclaimer - I've never read the novels and am going off the movie here. Also this is kind of a loose interpretation of the prompt in that at one point I use the word 'shaken' and that is apparently good enough for me. Sorry!

"It's not just District One you've got to watch out for, sweetie."

"Don't call me sweetie."

Dean Winchester held up his hands, palm-outwards - it won't happen again - but he was grinning. Katniss wanted to slap that expression off his face, but curiosity got the better of her.

"You're the other volunteer."

Dean sobered instantly. He coughed to hide it, and started fiddling with the vicious-looking blade in his hand.

"Yeah, well. They want to put on a show, so it seemed only fair to put myself forward."

"Yeah?"

Dean was two years younger than her, but carried himself like an adult. He tilted his chin at the same angle as she did, and he was shifting the knife in his grip like it was an extension of himself.

"Yeah," he said, and threw the knife. It landed just to the right of the target painted on the cardboard figure that stood at the other end of the training room.

"That was close," she said, smiling.

Dean's lip curled back in something that wasn't quite a grin.

"I wasn't aiming for the target. I was aiming for the heart."

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The District One kids were more wary of Dean than they were of her. She told herself that was a good thing; that way, they wouldn't seek her out when the Games began. Still, it stung a little. She was equally as good a hunter as Dean, if not more so.

Dean was very similar to her. That made him a threat.

The sponsors loved him, too. Every Games, there was generally only room for one underdog in the hearts of the people. She'd done a good job with the fire, but Dean--Dean was commercial. White, even teeth, sparkling eyes...without the bowlegs characteristic of District Seven (where people would kill for a glass of milk, and torture for a cow), no one would be able to tell he came from the Districts.

Worse, she couldn't hate him any more than she could envisage killing Rue or any of the other competitors. His act was working, and it was working well.

He trained with a fluidity and ease that almost matched hers, and if he didn't let himself be distracted by charming the others then his aim would be more consistent. Dean was as accomplished with a knife as he was with a gun, and equally as good with making shelters and fires.

"You've got to put them across each other - it makes the binding stronger if they're not all facing the same direction."

"Thanks," Katniss said, not bothering to sound anything other than bitter.

She squinted up at Dean, who was looming above her and blotting out the striplights of the training hangar. Suddenly, viciously, Katniss wanted to break Dean first, to hit him in his weak spot before he killed her in the arena.

"Who was reaped? When you volunteered, I mean. The vids never said."

"Sammy." Dean's voice was hoarse, and he coughed again. "Uh, Sam. My kid brother."

Well, she'd done it. Dean's hand was loose on the knife, like he'd forgotten it was there, and any trace of bravado was gone. Katniss didn't feel the vindictive pleasure she'd been expecting. She dropped the bundle of sticks on the ground, and straightened up. She was a few inches taller than Dean, but it looked like he was still growing.

For a fleeting moment, the thought crossed her mind that he'd probably end up taller than her in a few years. Katniss remembered that in less than a month they would be unable to compare heights. Not for the first time, she tried to picture herself killing Dean.

[hanorganaas.livejournal.com]

The Hunger Games, Gale/Peeta, Paint me like one of your french girls

[hanorganaas.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, Kolya/Elizabeth, A Kiss wth a fist is better than none

[xpnkitty.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Cas/Meg, Sometimes it's about meeting in the middle

[dominant-spoon.livejournal.com]

Borgia, Cesare / Alessandro, i've been wandering 'round, but i still came back to you

[dominant-spoon.livejournal.com]

The Hunger Games, Johanna/Finnick, but the songs you grow to like never stick at first

[tinpra.livejournal.com]

Inception; Eames &/Ariadne, sparring is always more fun when you're partner's this quick

[tinpra.livejournal.com]

BtVS; Buffy/Oz; Who makes you feel the way that I make you feel?

[tinpra.livejournal.com]

X-Men; Remy LeBeau &/Kitty Pryde; Logan will kill Remy if he even thinks Remy's interested in Kitty...

[fountainxxpenny.livejournal.com]

Teen Wolf, Scott/Lydia, Scott McCall always sits behind Lydia Martin

[shaitanah.livejournal.com]

Being Human (UK), Hal/Cutler, dried blood.

[shaitanah.livejournal.com]

Being Human (UK), Hal/Cutler, blood and whiskey on your shirt.

[shaitanah.livejournal.com]

Hell on Wheels, Cullen/Lily, kill or be killed.

[maria42.livejournal.com]

Spartacus, Lucretia/ Ilithyia, “to hold you in my arms is but a blessing from the gods themselves.”

[maria42.livejournal.com]

Teen wolf, Allison/Lydia, Alison visits her in the hospital every day after school.

[maria42.livejournal.com]

Being human (UK), grown up!Eve / Alex, they meet in the ghost world.

[maria42.livejournal.com]

Being human (UK), Hal/Cutler, “do you recall how we used to make love?”

[maria42.livejournal.com]

Grimm, Angelina/ Juliette, she seduces Juliette in order to kidnap her and get back at Nick.

[shi-mo.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Castiel/Lucifer, now we are alone, brother

Fill: Libera nos a malo - part 1

[terryh-nyan.livejournal.com]

First fic ever in English, hope it's good anyway. .u. There's a side of Destiel too, hope you don't mind!

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They say that the best trick the devil ever pulled out was making the whole world believe he didn’t exist. You, on the other hand, have every possible reason to strongly disagree.

He hadn’t looked discouraged at all by your lack of knowledge of the pop culture he had enjoyed using to tease Sam, not at all. Actually, it only seemed to intrigue him even more, like the entire situation were nothing but a game, and he had just reached a brand new level to explore. These thoughts aren’t completely yours, but more of a far-off memory, some sentence you’d heard between a hunt and a break, in another context, but it still sounds like it makes sense anyway. Maybe those words are the only thing that’s making sense, as of now.

A sharp pain flows through your body as a wooden stick falls with unusual violence against your forehead, something that you shouldn’t be able to feel with such clearness, but it’s just one of the many incoherencies that have been going on, lately. Some part of your mind appears to suggest that he might have covered it in holy oil, or the steel from the angel blades, or the ashes of some dead angel’s wings, and you really don’t want to think about it. You twitch, biting your lower lip so hard it starts bleeding, jerking away in a desperate attempt to get the furthest you can from the monster that leans over you. You know you can’t run.

Because he’s in you, and you can’t escape from yourself. It’s so much more than the terror of an enemy.

Espicially now that you are alone.

– Pay attention to the class, Castiel. We’re not even halfway through our lesson. Actually, I’d say it’s just the beginning, don’t you think? We have so much time to spend here together. Almost the eternity –

He’s careful to underline those final words with a sudden lowering of his voice, and it’s enough to make you shiver.

– I never got to know properly all my siblings. Aren’t you glad we finally get some quality time all for us, little brother? –

He’s closer now. Even with your eyes closed, you can see his shadow over you, almost feel the heat of his breath against your ear, a scent that smells like roses and blood at once.

– Shall we go back to our little movie, then? –

He brushes his nose against your stubble, just the lightest touch, but you still startle like a wave of pure electricity has cracked against your skin.

He can’t harm you by sleep deprivation, or food poisoning. But he can do worse.

He can scratch against the limbs of your Grace.

And it hurts. It hurts like a thousand needles piercing all together through the sensitive skin of a human, like pure acid flowing through your veins. What hurts the most, though, in that physical kind of torture, is that your Grace seems eager to jump into the arms of the Morning Star of its own will. It’s fascinated by that creature, the Most Beautiful, the Favorite child amongst them all, it feels drawn to him, like a planet to the sun. Maybe it’s your head that’s just too broken, but you’re perfectly able to see Lucifer’s true form, beneath the layers of clothes and that meatsuit.

It’s twisted. It’s horrifying and stunning at once: his wings are mangled and bloody, yet their curve is graceful. His light is covered in dirt and ashes, yet it manages to be equally blinding. It’s in order not to see all of that, because you find it disgusting and your own nature betrays you here, finding it highly charming, that you keep your eyes shut most of the time, when it’s still possible.

But Lucifer said he wanted to see the movie.

And while you’re not sure how he managed to get a perfectly functioning TV in your head, with a remote and everything, this is a far worse torture than the one he inflicts to your Grace.

This is Hell.

[daria234.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Dean/Ellen or Cas/Ellen, bad liars

[daria234.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Eliot/Quinn, pushing the limits

[daria234.livejournal.com]

White Collar, Peter/Diana, not very often and they never talk about it after

[daria234.livejournal.com]

Chuck, Casey/Devon/Ellie, paranoia

[vanillafluffy.livejournal.com]

Criminal Minds/The Three Investigators; Spencer Reid/Jupiter Jones: prodigies

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[vanillafluffy.livejournal.com]

Supernatural/Lost; Bobby Singer/John Locke; competant


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