THURSDAY: NON-CANON & RARE-PAIR
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jemzamia, your Guest Host for this week :)
For my last day *wibble* I've picked the theme of Non-Canon or Rare-Pair fic. This basically means that you prompt pairing that are not current or past canon relationships. Who do you think should get together? Is there a minor character you wished woud have stuck around to make your favourite character's life complete? Or maybe you just want to come up with the most cracktastic couples you can imagine! XD Anything goes regarding the prompt. :D
Please think about our wonderful codemonkeys and use the correct format (the second is for crossovers).
Fandom, Pairing, Prompt
Fandom1/Fandom2, Pairing, Prompt
Doctor Who, Ten/Private Ross Jenkins, by your side
Torchwood/Heroes, Ianto/Sylar, suffering
Being Human/Buffy, Gilbert/Oz, vintage music
And remember not to post more than 5 prompts in a row and more than 3 prompts per fandom. If a prompt is answered, you can prompt again later in the day.
If you don't see anything you like, you can always Adopt a Lonely Prompt.
jemzamia, your Guest Host for this week :)For my last day *wibble* I've picked the theme of Non-Canon or Rare-Pair fic. This basically means that you prompt pairing that are not current or past canon relationships. Who do you think should get together? Is there a minor character you wished woud have stuck around to make your favourite character's life complete? Or maybe you just want to come up with the most cracktastic couples you can imagine! XD Anything goes regarding the prompt. :D
Please think about our wonderful codemonkeys and use the correct format (the second is for crossovers).
Fandom, Pairing, Prompt
Fandom1/Fandom2, Pairing, Prompt
Doctor Who, Ten/Private Ross Jenkins, by your side
Torchwood/Heroes, Ianto/Sylar, suffering
Being Human/Buffy, Gilbert/Oz, vintage music
And remember not to post more than 5 prompts in a row and more than 3 prompts per fandom. If a prompt is answered, you can prompt again later in the day.
If you don't see anything you like, you can always Adopt a Lonely Prompt.
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Date: 2009-06-04 11:10 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-04 11:12 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-04 11:15 am (UTC)[Just to recap, Ross is the awesome U.N.I.T red cap from The Sontaran Stratagem/The Poison Sky, and Jake was the awesome freedom fighter in series 2 eps Rise of the Cybermen/Age of Steel. He lived in Pete's!Universe...]
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Date: 2009-06-04 11:17 am (UTC)Us Without the Masks
Date: 2009-08-10 05:05 am (UTC)Reid’s as surprised as Aaron that they’ve managed to last this long... it’s only been going on a couple of months but that’s longer than any other “relationship” they’ve ever had. The angry words and dirty looks are strewn out during the day, among friends and schoolmates along with the nasty digs and deliberate pushes, and even the occasional knock-down drag-out fights.
It’s all a show though.
But this here? It’s different. With no friends or crowds to play up to, even if it’s behind closed doors and hidden away. Reid curls around Aaron until you can’t tell where one ends and the other begins. His hand moves up to cup Aaron’s face while his thumb strokes over the black eye from the fight at school. Sorry. Aaron moves atop Reid, straddling his naked torso like he couldn’t ever think of being anywhere else. His hand closes over Reid’s fist, bringing it up to his lips to kiss and lick over broken and bruised knuckles. Me, too.
They can be just as hard and passionate as sensual and sweet. The room filling up with grunts and groans, the sound of flesh against flesh… heated whispers rumbling into sweaty skin… sensual kisses against flesh and lips… rough hands and an even stronger grip. Mine and yours.
Here? It’s simply just them.
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Date: 2009-06-04 11:35 am (UTC)forsaken - R, dark, future!fic
Date: 2009-08-18 09:08 am (UTC)That's no longer the case.
Chained by Sam's word, Castiel kneels, wings spread and stained by blood. Sam lightly traces the tip of the knife along Castiel's shoulder, following his spine down between the wings.
"How's that feel?" he asks.
Castiel shudders, eyes closed.
Sam slashes down, smiling as Castiel opens up for him.
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Date: 2009-06-04 11:36 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-01-25 01:10 am (UTC)The thing about hunting mutants is that the challenge is higher, espcially since Stryker wants them alive. Most of them can put up a better fight than any human and that makes the hunt more interesting. Not the rest, unfortunately most mutants look hideous and even if not then most of them don't look attractive.
The boy is different. It was the best fight Creed had had in a long time and it didn't stop after he had captured him. Gambit always fought, always looked for an opportunity to escape. Creed enjoyed himself immensively. Stryker never stopped him. He let Creed play with Gambit as a reward, a sort of payment.
The boy was not only a fighter but he was beautiful. Creed liked to have a guard or two hold Gambit down when he took him so that he could see the boy's face. He usually let the guards have Gambit, too when he was finished but no one touched Gambit without Creed's permission. The boy was a fighter and he would have used any situation to escape, even when Creed had his cock up Gambit's ass and the boy's face was twisted in pain and disgust Creed could see him looking for the right opportunity. With Gambit the hunt was always on and Creed loved it like that.
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Date: 2009-06-04 11:37 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-04 11:38 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-15 01:57 am (UTC)Nate's voice, nagging him. It was all he heard all day.
When he took a nice porn break. When he went to chat with Parker and Sophie. When he got a good laugh by hounding Eliot with impossibly stupid questions about guns. Like whether bigger guns had a bigger kick. Eliot about burst a vein in his head when Hardison said he didn't know that one.
But then it was "Stay focused, Hardison." No more fun. Back to work.
It was comforting, though, when the job got tense, when Alec had to pull off something new, an especially difficult hack, or even worse, a job where he had to do non-tech work. Nathan's voice in his ear, telling him to stay focused was a balm, a way to keep fears from overrunning the place. "Stay focused" meant "Don't worry." It meant "I have faith in you, and I'm usually right."
So it wasn't all bad. And besides, Nathan had trouble focusing too, sometimes. Sometimes in memories would rush him, and Nathan would suddenly looked confused, like the wind was just knocked out of him. And he would recover and pretend he was fine, but not before Hardison noticed.
And he would go to Nathan later, to casually lie next to Nathan, to drape his arm around Nathan's shoulders, to run his fingertips along whatever part of Nathan's body he could, and to say, "I'm here, you know. I'm here if you need me."
"I'm okay. I just - need you to keep me focused. On... the present."
Hardison would always smile, happy to return the favor. And he would always find a way to keep Nathan's attention firmly on himself.
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Date: 2009-06-04 11:39 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-04 11:40 am (UTC)Brothers in Grievance, Dean/Vergil, PG-13
Date: 2010-04-03 07:32 am (UTC)Vergil raised an eyebrow at the hunter as he sagged, boneless, and pushed the cold beer across the table without a word.
Dean glanced at it side-long and swiped the bottle from its coaster.
“Thank God,” He twisted the cap off and threw two-thirds of it back in one swig. “You have no idea how much I needed that.”
“Thank me, or the man who manufactured it; but not God,” Vergil said, tersely, attention already wandering back to the bar's other patrons.
Dean scanned the demon across the table over the rim of his bottle, in his blue-green suit with silver hair slicked back. “You’re looking well. Bastard.”
Vergil peered down his nose at him with an air of boredom. “You’ve seen hell.”
Well, wasn’t that true?
“I’m peachy, thanks for asking.”
“Is that brother of yours still addicted to demon blood?”
“Is your twin still kicking you up the ass every time you try to start an apocalypse?”
Vergil’s mouth quirked up at the corner. “I heard your Sammy beat me to it.”
Dean’s fingers clenched around the bottle and he scowled at the coaster. “I’m not here to talk about Sam.”
He drains the rest of his bottle and slams it back on the table. Another bottle materialises by his hand and Dean narrows his eyes at Vergil in suspicion. Vergil’s face is carefully blank.
“You trying to get me drunk, Vergil? You should know you ought to at least buy me dinner if you’ve got other plans.”
Dean cracks the bottle open anyway, because, hell, he just wants to stop thinking tonight.
Vergil purses his lips thoughtfully. “I’m thinking of making another bid for my father’s heritage. It’s wasted on Dante.”
Dean groans and rubs a knuckle against his brow. “Please… don’t.”
Because he knows how that went the last two times Vergil had tried. That’s how he’d met the guy in the first place, and then they got drinking. And talking. Dean found an eerily kindred spirit in the darker twin when it came to bemoaning the trials as an older brother. Which was odd, because they were polarised on almost every view, but Vergil ranted in the way Dean never could or would about the pains Sam put him through.
He sure as hell wasn’t about to trash talk his brother in front of a demon, but Vergil didn’t share his reservations. It made him some of the funnier demonic company Dean had tolerated. Spades better than his brother Dante because Dante’s conversation was limited to poses and stares, with a narky comment thrown over his shoulder just when you were out of earshot. And he was an pompous, womanising exhibitionist.
Sam told him Dante had been like an amped version of himself with fewer clothes. Dean told Sam where to shove it.
“Dean, there are at least three other causes to end the world at any single moment in time. At this moment I count Perth, Prague and California: it’s my turn.”
“Are you sure you’re the older brother? Maybe Dante just told you that so you’d quit your whining.”
“Drink your beer.”
“I’m not drinking alone, bitch. I’ll get you an appletini, that sounds like your kind of—“
“I’ll drink your beer,” Vergil reached across the table, but Dean held the bottle out of reach with a bewildered face that plainly asked Vergil what insanity he was asking.
With a resigned look, Vergil leaned back in his chair and a moment later a bottle like Dean’s shimmered into his hand. Cocking an eyebrow, Vergil held his bottle out. Glass clinked noisily when Dean toasted it with his own.
“To little brothers,” Dean said.
“To hell with ‘em,” Vergil muttered against the rim of his bottle.
“Shut your face, bitch,” Dean warned, but couldn’t repress the smile when Vergil snuck a look at him, face pinched in mild annoyance, and the mask cracked.
They both smirked and Vergil tipped his bottle back.
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Date: 2009-06-04 11:40 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-14 02:51 am (UTC)"Do you like this?" Sam asked. He kissed a line from Cas' neck to his shoulder, and when he reached the joint he bit down hard enough to make him wince.
"I think so," Cas answered, still a bit bewildered at his own sensory experience.
"What about this?" Sam asked as he ran his hands gently and slowly up the top of Cas' thighs, pushing them apart just slightly.
"It's ...pleasant."
"I can keep going if you like. But you know the rules, Cas."
Cas did indeed know the rule. By coincidence or for some other cause, it was the exact same rule that every one of his superiors had given him.
Cas sighed. "Yes, I know. No matter what, don't tell Dean."
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Date: 2009-06-04 11:41 am (UTC)Champagne
Date: 2010-10-20 01:11 am (UTC)"You got anything decent in here to drink?"
Once you know how to look it's easy to see the tells and the uncertainty masked by bravado.
"I only drink champagne."
Faith's eyes widen a little and Lilah doesn't believe for one moment that she's impressed by the sophistication of the drink. Faith's not one to be outwardly impressed by the sophistication of anything, but she does have a wonderfully pragmatic approach to assessing the value of everything.
So Lilah pulls the bottle of Dom Perignon out of the cooler, pours them both a glass and offers one to the woman who could be either her ally or opponent – or possibly both depending on who is paying and what else they might be offering.
Faith takes it, raises it in a toast and takes what can only be described as a healthy slug.
Lilah winces and waits for the coughing and spluttering to subside.
"But I've got some decent whiskey back at my place if you like?"
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Date: 2009-06-04 11:42 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-04 01:02 pm (UTC)And yet...
Jeff's grip is tight, pulling him back into all that they have for cover, and considering the crowds moving around just a few feet away, it's pretty damn meager cover. His kiss is rough, possessive, bruising.
And yet...
His panel is due to start at any time, and he should be prepping, not hiding in the shadows behind some cardboard cut-out display ad for "Watchmen" with the goddamn Comedian of all people, making out like high school kids.
And yet...
Jeff licks around his mouth, tasting him, marking him with his tongue and Hugh can't keep the small moan inside. Jeff's eyes sparkle when he pulls back and smiles...and god that smile.
"You're gonna be late." His hands let go of Hugh's hips, though the feeling of them lingers there.
Hugh looks over his shoulder. "I really should get going."
And yet...
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Date: 2009-06-04 11:43 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2009-06-04 07:05 pm (UTC)Nothing about Ivy's job was normal, nothing at all.
First of all, she couldn't actually tell anyone what it was she did for a living. There was some elaborate lie in place about the Rossum Corporation, but it didn't matter too much, because ever since she began to work at the Dollhouse, she didn't really have any friends to have to lie to in the first place. And even if she did tell them what the Dollhouse had hired her to do, that too would be a lie, because really all she did was get Topher's snacks while silently praying he'd let her near the equipment.
Then there were the Dolls. It shocked her how quickly she got used to them, though if she was being honest, Echo made her a little uncomfortable. All the others would largely ignore her, but if Ivy was in the same room as Echo, she could always feel the Doll's eyes watching her with an innocent curiosity. But Echo's weren't the only eyes watching her. There were cameras everywhere, recording her every move, and she could only guess at the number of people she'd never know existed that would review the tapes.
Even with all of that, though, she didn't want to quit. No, it took nearly dying to make her realize that perhaps she wasn't quite happy with her job there. She knew she wouldn't be able to actually leave the Dollhouse, but even a transfer would have been a welcome change. A few days after the incident with Dominic, she marched right up to DeWitt's office and handed her a formal request to be transferred to another Dollhouse. The older woman looked it over with a raised eyebrow.
"Any other Dollhouse?"
"Yes, any other."
"So the problem is my facility?"
"To be quite honest, the problem is having nearly been killed by Dominic. You know, after having nearly been framed by him."
"Mr. Dominic is no longer an employee of the Dollhouse."
"Well, you know, then there's Topher and Echo and all sorts of things, and I just--"
"Stop, please. You are a trusted employee here, your knowledge of the human brain is invaluable. I understand Topher is hard to work with, but I promise he will open up to you. Would a raise convince you to stay here with us?"
Ivy just barely caught herself from snorting. She was payed quite a lot already, and it wasn't as if she had a whole lot of time to spend the money she already had. She must not have controlled her facial expression as well as she thought, however, because her boss changed tactics without having gotten any other response. Adelle leaned in closer to her, close enough so that she could smell the older woman's faint perfume and nearly feel her body heat, and spoke in a low, suggestive tone. "Is there anything else I can do for you, that may convince you to stay?"
Ivy tensed immediately. Later she would try to convince herself that her boss had been implying the services of a Doll, but in the moment she was quite certain that the woman was hitting on her. Nothing about the Dollhouse was normal, and she suddenly doubted that anything would be normal at any other facility, and in a panic she stood up quickly from her seat, nearly knocking over the chair. "No! Y-you know, I'll just take the raise, thanks! I'll just... I'll stay, and the raise is quite convincing. Yes. Thank you... Uh, thank you, Ms. DeWitt. I'll just... get back to work, then!"
She nearly ran out of the office, and had never felt more relieved to be in that elevator in her life. On her way down to the imprint room she ordered Topher's lunch and even brought it for him, and when she saw Echo she smiled and greeted her, and she dutifully wrote down requests for juice boxes and Pringles, and she resolved never to be alone in a room with Adelle ever, ever again.
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Date: 2009-06-04 11:44 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2009-06-27 04:58 pm (UTC)It only got worse, when he took his vessel. It gave him a whole new world of distraction -- no matter what he did, his feelings made his vessel's heart beat fast whenever Castiel looked at him. He had new sensations, new temptations to think about, could get distracted by the touch of Castiel's hand, the brush of his shoulder. And Castiel knew nothing of it. Castiel was always there, unreachable, so secure in his faith and his mission and his obedience, and he never really looked at Uriel, never saw him looking.
Perhaps he would have betrayed before, if not for Castiel. But there he was, in his beautiful shining, and Uriel had to stay near him, his only weakness.
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Date: 2009-06-04 11:50 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2009-06-04 01:26 pm (UTC)-
He could really get used to time travel, Jethro tells himself as his head rolls back to hit the wooden wall behind him. He’s only been in town two hours and already the hottest guy he’s seen in a long time has him shoved up against a wall with his hand around his cock. The place smells of horse dung and non-existent sanitation. It’s the most hideously uninhabitable place his parents have ever dragged him to, but he can take all that – the smell and the lack of toilets, and even the food – just as long as this complete stranger keeps doing that. The blond flicks his thumb over the head experimentally and Jethro bucks against him. Yes… definitely the most fun he’s had in a while.
His parents are… elsewhere. Looking around the castle, or the village or the - oh fuck yes, the guy’s other hand reaches down to cup his balls before slipping further back again. Jethro’s eyes roll back so far he thinks he can see the back of his head.
Wherever his parents are, and he really doesn’t care as long as it’s not here, they’re having fun, and so is he. He runs his fingers down the guy’s back to his arse, grabbing it and pulling him forwards so that they’re brought into hard contact with each other. The sudden friction of the guy’s trousers – breeches, whatever the fuck they’re called in this period, makes him moan, and he hears the blond chuckle. No, he doesn’t just hear it, he feels it – the vibrations running through his body.
“Who are you?” the blond asks, suddenly. And, really, the time for questions like that was over before he’d stuck his hands down Jethro’s jeans, really. He’s stopped moving his hand and holy shit the guy has strong thighs because he’s not even budging a bit as Jethro tries to pull him in again.
“Does it even matter?” he asks, a little breathless.
“You… you look like someone,” the guy tells him.
“I’m a traveller,” he says, quoting back what the guide told him to say, “just passing through. Here today, gone tomorrow…”
“Then I suppose we’d better make today count,” the blond tells him, pushing him back into the wall again.
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An hour or two later, when he’s met up with his parents again, they drag him off for what the guidebook swears is a must see – the royal audience. They blend in with the crowd and stand near the back.
That’s when he catches sight of the guy from earlier, whose name he’d never quite caught while he’d had his cock in his arse. He’s wearing robes that look far more regal than the faded red tunic he had on earlier, and there’s a circle of gold on his head.
His mother tugs on his arm.
“Look – it’s Prince Arthur… the Prince Arthur.”
Yes, Jethro could definitely get used to time travel.
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Date: 2009-06-27 01:28 am (UTC)“Nice place you got here,” Jane smiles as she walks around the office. She takes it all in, cream carpet and red walls and furniture so expensive she would have to work her entire life just to afford a splinter of it. She turns, faces the other woman in the room, and gestures to the room. “What do you do here?”
“I run an organization,” the woman answers. Her accent is wildly alluring and Jane swallows at the sound, hopes her heart isn’t beating as loud as she thinks it is. The woman seems familiar, like they’ve met before, but Jane can’t place her. Doesn’t know her name or anything helpful like that, just that the woman hired her for something.
Jane nods as she approaches the woman, eyes raking over her slim figure. “That sounds like an evasion of the question,” she points out, looking playful. “Is it illegal?”
The woman blinks, not looking as amused as Jane feels. “That’s not why we’re here.”
“Right,” Jane replies. She’s standing in front of the woman now, so close she smell the faint vanilla perfume and her head is swimming like she’s new, like she’s never been hired before. “I’ll stop talking about your job and just do mine.”
“Thank you,” the woman smiles appreciatively. She shows Jane over to her desk and when they get there, Jane spots a folder on the desk. Authorized access only. She takes her seat, watches the woman toss the folder into a drawer, and flicks her gaze back up just in time. “I’ve heard you are the best in your field.”
Jane clears her throat, her cheeks tinting with the faintest blush. She feels childish for being so effected by the woman. “I have worked very hard to get where I am.”
“Something we have in common.” The woman offers another light smile. “Do you think you can handle this job?”
Jane smiles, bright and confident, before shrugging. “Seems simple enough. I’ve broken into safes before.”
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Date: 2009-06-04 11:59 am (UTC)The Deal
Date: 2009-09-13 10:49 pm (UTC)“Oh, the beauty of the thing is in the simplicity,” Lilah explained. “See, the etchings are actually a binding spell. So all you have to do is wear it.”
“And I’m supposed to risk my life for some cheap piece of costume jewelry?”
Lilah walked over and took the cuff from Gwen. She placed it carefully in the satin lining and snapped the case shut. Gwen looked up in to the savvy businesswoman’s face to find that she was smirking mischieviously. “I thought you might say something like that.”
“Well, it’s a dangerous job. I just think the incentive should match.”
Lilah walked around behind her desk, smiling the whole way. She reached down and pulled a small Victoria’s Secret bag from under her chair. From the bag, she retrieved a black corset (which was already clearly two sizes too small), and a matching thong. She held these up for Gwen to inspect. “How about I sweeten the deal? The senior partners are giving you the nifty accessory, but I’m offering you a chance to try it out right away.”
Gwen fought hard not to grin. She did love the sound of that. She didn’t even care at this point that Lilah’s intentions probably weren’t true or good. She was offering Gwen the one thing she’d craved her entire life, and she was not about to waste this chance.
“You can count on me to exceed expectations.”
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Date: 2009-06-04 12:00 pm (UTC)