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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Fill: Libera nos a malo - part 3

[terryh-nyan.livejournal.com]

– Look at how he doesn’t call anybody else for help. He’s calling you, Castiel. He’s begging you to stop and you just cut him harder! –

He laughs, a sick, silver laugh that pleasantly strokes your Grace but makes you want to throw up.

You try not to focus on Dean’s eyes, on Dean’s screams, on Dean’s please, Cass, don’t do this.

– It’s not real –

Lucifer turns around with a sympathetic look on his face.

– Does it look like it’s not real to you? –

And, Heaven help you, it just doesn’t.

You’ve already missed so many pieces of your memory along the way. Who can say this isn’t just another fragment you forgot, another slice that simply hurt too much for you to keep remembering?

Who can say you didn’t kill Dean over and over, betrayed his faith a thousand times?

Who can say you didn’t?

– Wanna get closer to the screen, little brother? –

The room becomes bloody, the air a scent of death.

In front of you, chained to the wall, Dean is looking in your eyes with so much undying hope that it hurts probably more than all those wounds.

In your hand, the blade.

And no matter how many times you scream no, no, stop, don’t, I never wanted to hurt him, Dean, I'm so sorry, your body won’t listen.

Lucifer chews some pop-corn, gaze fixed to the screen.

Then he smiles and, with a low voice, he mutters:

– Showtime –

Re: Fill: Libera nos a malo - part 3

[shi-mo.livejournal.com]

Cas!whump - yay. Lovely/scary fill, thank you ))

Re: Fill: Libera nos a malo - part 3

[terryh-nyan.livejournal.com]

Aww, thanks! Glad you liked it! =D

[tieleen.livejournal.com]

Angela Chase outgrows Rayanne, the way Rayanne always sort of knew she would. It doesn't take her long. And sure, Rayanne helps -- she's a little bit aware of it even while she's doing it, how she's helping Angela leave her behind.

It's a lot clearer looking back at it, though. It's clear all through high school and out, from the time when Ricky gives her sad looks every day and tries hard to pretend like he's not feeling pressured to choose sides, to the time when he forgets there were ever sides to choose. It's like everyone forgets they were ever friends, somehow.

And it's weird, but somehow Rayanne forgets, too. She doesn't forget they were friends, exactly, but she maybe forgets the reality of Angela Chase and the fact that she's not just something Rayanne lost that still hurts a little, in a dull way. That she's kept on living, growing up, somewhere Rayanne can't see, outside of occasional stories Ricky tells her over the phone. Rayanne's out of high school now, she's working and getting her head straight and trying to balance loving her mom with being someone who isn't as much like her as she sometimes thought she'd be. Was afraid she'd be. She's dating and partying and not-partying, still finding out all the time how to get through her life on her own, nothing to hold her up.

She forgets that she's growing up and that somewhere out there, Angela is growing up as well, and that the balance they lost once upon a time was just... once upon a time. She forgets -- she never thinks in the first place -- that they might catch up with each other.

Angela's hair is bright red again, the first time Rayanne sees her in the real world. It wasn't like that when she'd glimpse her across the hall in school. Rayanne has no idea what it means, but it makes something clench in her belly, deep inside, something uncomfortable and exhilarating that makes her want to run.

"Wow -- Rayanne?" Angela says. "Um, hi. It's been forever."

Rayanne wants to say, yeah, or, how come you're back in Pittsburgh, or maybe, I missed you all this time and I didn't even realize it. She wants to say nothing about school or being left behind, and she wants to think Angela still knows. Or maybe that she doesn't.

She says, "I like your hair," and Angela smiles, self-conscious, brings up a hand to touch it.

"My mom's devastated," she says. "It's worse than the first time."

(When they kiss three days later, Rayanne wants to say, am I like your hair? Are you going back for whatever fucking reason, are you bored or not feeling pretty enough, do you want to piss off your mom, do you want to be sixteen again? Because I really hated being sixteen, she wants to say, I didn't know it then but I hated it, and Angela, I really like not being that anymore. I don't want to be sixteen again. Not even for you.)

(Instead of any of that she says, "Do you want to do that again?"

Angela smiles at her, brilliant, and her hair is bright red but it smells all different, and maybe it feels different where it brushes Rayanne's cheek. She lets herself hope, just for a little while. She's always been an optimist.)

[with-rainfall.livejournal.com]

Oh, this is wonderful!

Re: Fill: Libera nos a malo - part 3

[with-rainfall.livejournal.com]

This. is. amazing. Thank you so much for this fill.
I especially like the second-person POV and the way you described Lucifer.

fill

[oh-mcgee.livejournal.com]

As soon as her name is called, Haymitch knows. This is it, the final move on the chessboard to set everything in motion. With that he knows almost instantly, Katniss is going to hate him. He knows this girl and he knows without a doubt that she doesn’t want to be a hero, a mockingjay, but also he knows, and it’s a bone-deep sort of knowledge, that’s she’s the only one who can. Ever since the reaping, since she threw her hand up instantly, reflexively, to save her sister, Haymitch knew he would do anything to protect her. When she pulled out the nightlock berries she changed everything. After that, Haymitch knew it wasn't just about his morbid adoration of this stubborn, amazing girl. Before, he knew he would do anything to protect. Now, he had to.