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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[hobnailedboots.livejournal.com]

Supernatural/Good Omens, Aziraphale/Dean, substitute

[orionthe-hunter.livejournal.com]

Neither of them are truly happy.

Aziraphale is still surprised by Dean’s hard kisses, too used to a thousand years of Crowley’s smooth manner, gentle easy kisses teasing and tempting and arousing him into making the effort. Dean’s just a replacement, because after six thousand years of knowing Crowley, after a thousand years of grooming each other’s wings knowing each other in the biblical sense, he couldn’t stand having to face the world alone.

Dean knows he’s just a substitute. For Crowley. Which, kinda sucks, but he can’t bring himself to stop. Aziraphale needs him, and more than that, he needs Aziraphale. He’d gotten used to Cas, the quiet ruffle of feathers every time the angel visited. The fondness in every single eye roll. Every time an idiom got a deadpan look and a confused question. Not having to hold back to be gentle and afraid of breaking him, like every girl he’d ever had. He’d never have been able to hurt Cas, not in a million years; Cas who turned his head when he got punched to be polite. Dean needed his angel. But, lacking that, an angel who needed him would do.

So they fucked, in hopes of filling the void.

(Sorry if this isn't quite what you were looking for; this is my first time posting)

[hobnailedboots.livejournal.com]

This is exactly what I wanted. Thank you so, so much. I'd quote some bits back at you but ALL OF IT was fantastic.

[with-rainfall.livejournal.com]

Oh, this is wonderful!