Kin'youbi ✎ Rare Pairs (and Crack Pairs)

[creepy_shetan]

Happy Friday, y'all~! I'm creepy_shetan, and my guest hosting responsibilities are almost finished. I've enjoyed this week and I hope you have, too. =^.^= Let's continue to share intriguing prompts and fantastic fills, shall we?

Today's theme: rare pairs. It's time to share your less-popular-in-fandom-yet-no-less-loved-by-you pairing ideas and see if you can infect other people's brains / lure others to the dark side. >:D Romantic and platonic duos are welcome today, as well as crack pairs. So what if they haven't officially met in canon? So what if they live in different time periods or on different planets? Just go for it, dude. A kind author Love will find a way. ~_^

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Please remember to use the proper format for prompts.
➔ ➔ ➔ Fandom [/ Crossover], Character [+ or / Relationship], Prompt
Again, please include the full names of the fandom(s) and character(s). This is so that unfilled prompts can easily be added to the Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet and be found through manual search.

Examples:

For a single fandom:
✧ Burn Notice, Mason Gilroy/Michael Westen, it takes Michael a while to realize that he has stopped awkwardly brushing off Gilroy's advances and has started flirting back
✧ Star Wars, Poe Dameron + or / General Hux + any, they were left alone together for approximately eleven standard minutes

For multiple fandoms / crossovers:
✧ Devil May Cry/Resident Evil, Dante + or / Leon S. Kennedy, after a narrow escape from an especially nasty (demon or zombie) encounter

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If the plot bunnies aren’t biting you today, feel free to check out our Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet (ever a work in progress) or the community's archive calendar. Another prompt archive (and recent work in progress by comm members) is here. You can also find prompts to write (and fills to read) with LJ’s advanced search options by limiting keyword results to comments posted in this community. (We exist on delicious as well, but it's rather dusty.)
While the above are available options, the simplest method might be to bookmark prompts that you like as you find them and return later when inspiration strikes.

Thanks for putting up with me this week. ❤


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[creepy_shetan]

Burn Notice, Mason Gilroy/Michael Westen, it takes Michael a while to realize that he has stopped awkwardly brushing off Gilroy's advances and has started flirting back

[daria234.livejournal.com]

Gilroy places a hand on Michael's shoulder, leans in close to whisper in his ear.

"Splendid work, Michael. Breathtaking, really."

Michael smirks a little. "Always happy to make you breathless, Mason."

The hand on his shoulder tenses, just slightly, and Michael looks over in time to see Mason look perplexed for half a second before the smooth smile returns.

Michael realizes: Gilroy isn't sure if Michael is flirting back to humor him or because he wants something to happen.

It pleases Michael, that he's managed to confuse Gilroy.

He realizes then, suddenly, that he himself doesn't know if he was flirting for real. That he might be just as confused as Mason.

He frowns, and changes the subject.

[creepy_shetan]

Star Wars, Poe Dameron + or / General Hux + any, they were left alone together for approximately eleven standard minutes

[creepy_shetan]

Devil May Cry/Resident Evil, Dante + or / Leon S. Kennedy, after a narrow escape from an especially nasty (demon or zombie) encounter

[creepy_shetan]

Marvel: Gambit/Hawkeye (any 'verse), Remy LeBeau + or / Clint Barton, impromptu target practice quickly becomes a competition

Not sure this is exactly what you wanted...

[shanachie-quill.livejournal.com]

Remy flipped the card between his fingers, watching the other man over the tips of his boots. When Xavier had told him to go along with Scott and play nice with the Avengers, he’d almost blown it off. He didn’t want to go play nice with some superheroes. He might be on the side of angels now, but he was still a thief at heart.

This. This was interesting though. The archer, the one everyone referred to as ‘Hawkeye’, had been watching him since the group walked in. Even though the man’s gray eyes flicked over everyone else, they would consistently land back on Remy, studying him as if the archer was waiting for something.

“Is there somethin’ in particular you are lookin’ for, yeux du faucon?” he finally asked, raising an eyebrow at the man.

“Clint,” the man offered without answering the question.

Remy tilted his head. “Remy,” he returned. “Do you want somethin’?”

Clint indicated the card he was still flipping through his fingers. “You any good with that?”

“I’m generally pretty good,” Remy allowed.

A wicked grin spread across the other man’s face and he tilted his head towards where Scott and the flag wearing leader was sitting. “We don’t need to be here for this. Wanna see how really good you are?”

Remy dropped his feet to the floor, grinning in response. “Lead the way.”

As they both got to their feet, the redhead that was sitting next to Clint turned her head, glaring at him. She said something biting in Russian and he shrugged, clearly not bothered by whatever it was. “So where are we headed?” Remy asked as they escaped into the hall.

“There’s a range,” Clint answered. “We can use pretty much any type of weapon.”

The X-man charged the card in his man, letting a slow smile leak out. “What about explosives?”

Another wicked grin spread across the archer’s face. “They’re allowed. Your power?”

“Kinetic charge,” Remy answered.

“Awesome,” Clint replied.







When their respective leaders found them three hours later, the two of them were arguing in a mixture of Russian and Cajun French. The target down-range was pockmarked with a combination of arrows and playing cards. Gambit was smirking as Hawkeye waved his arms, bow hanging loosely from one hand as he gesticulated at the target.

“At least they didn’t blow up the range,” Steve commented as Clint grabbed an arrow, swiftly firing it down range.

Remy responded to the shot by throwing a card before the arrow had a chance to land, exploding it in mid-flight. The sharpshooter let loose a burst of incentives in response, turning to glare at the mutant.

“Hey!” Steve broke in before Clint could fire again. “What’s going on here?”

“Just a little friendly fire, Cap,” Clint drawled and when he turned to face Steve, the former soldier could see there was no animosity on his friend’s face. “We were just trying something out.”

“As long as you didn’t ruin the strides we made,” Steve informed him.

“No worries, mon ami,” Remy replied. “It was all in good fun.”





yeux du faucon--Eyes of Hawk
mon ami--my friend

[creepy_shetan]

Final Fantasy VII, Reno or Rufus Shinra + or / Vincent Valentine, late nights and street fights

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Any, Any,

I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul (Pablo Neruda)

Fill 1/3: SG-1, clone!Jack/Daniel; warning for swearing

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

When the first gift arrived, Daniel didn't think much of it, other than to be pleased and flattered. He assumed it was for Sam, because Sam had been the one to comment on the scented candles he'd been burning right before everyone showed up for their most recent team night (Star Wars yet again). His candles had been running low, so coming home to find a delivery of them on his doorstep was a pleasant surprise. Daniel took them inside and reminded himself to do something nice for Sam. She hadn't sent them with a card, so she didn't care to be acknowledged for it, but Daniel would show his gratitude anyway.

He bought her a bag of her favorite coffee blend, because he knew it was a precious to her as it was to him, and she went to great lengths to keep a stash somewhere in the lab only she knew about.

At first Daniel didn't realize the second gift was a gift at all. When he opened the box the UPS man brought him, it was full of – books. Pictures. An old blanket. Things he thought had been lost to the ravages of time. Things that had fallen through the cracks of the foster system behind him, things he'd never get to see again. The most precious thing in the box was the manuscript of the book his mother and father had been writing together about the pyramids, the book that had informed some of his earliest theories about who actually built them. Daniel lifted out the yellowed pages reverently and smoothed a hand over them.

The third gift was very obviously a gift. Left on the door step, wrapped and tied with a ribbon. A brand new leather journal. With an inscription inside in startlingly familiar handwriting.

May you ever journey safely on.

It was in Jack's handwriting. Today wasn't Daniel's birthday. But it was the anniversary of the very first time Daniel stepped through the gate, not as part of SG-1, but as a nervous linguist who was sure he could help bring Jack's soldiers home. Jack hadn't mentioned it at all (they never mentioned it, not the way their eyes had locked between the transport rings, the way Daniel had told Jack to wait for him and Jack had answered unwaveringly in the affirmative even though Daniel had had Sha'uri in his arms).

Daniel sat down on the doorstep, keys still in the doorknob, and examined the leather. It was fine work, hand-done by Daniel's eye. The subtle glyphs worked into the spine, the gate address that led back to Earth from Abydos, had to have been a custom job. Daniel wondered how Jack had justified the risk of violating the NDA to get this made. But the journal was beautiful. Daniel went to stand up, and then his neighbor called out to him.

"Dr. Jackson!"

Mrs. Culver was a widow, well-meaning, whose two daughters lived far away. One was in a terrible marriage, the other was single and in law school (and where availability was unsubtly mentioned frequently). Mrs. Culver spent most of her days working in her garden, which was beautiful. Daniel might have suspected alien technology at work, the way the woman's lawn stayed green months after everyone else's died, if she hadn't described in frightening detail the gasoline-beer-tobacco recipe she used to keep her lawn nuclear-bright in the chilly autumn months.

"Your nephew keeps missing you." Mrs. Culver straightened up and headed toward him. Her knees and gloves were covered with dirt, and she was perspiring beneath her straw hat.

"My nephew," Daniel said cautiously.

"Very polite young man," Mrs. Culver said. "Name of Jonathan. He's stopped by a few times to try to see you, but you work such strange hours for the Air Force. He left your birthday present on the doorstep."

Daniel had no siblings, and he didn't know anyone named Jonathan.

Except he did. Jonathan J. O'Neill. Who had been cloned into a teenager, a teenager Daniel hadn't seen in three years. Old enough to be called a young man, then. With Jack's half a century of memories and upbringing, so he'd be polite to Mrs. Culver.

"Thanks, Mrs. Culver," Daniel said, glad when his voice didn't come out choked. "I didn't realize he was in town. He must have been trying to surprise me. I'll give him a call."

"How old is he?" Mrs. Culver asked. "I'm sure my Nicole wouldn't mind a younger man."

[megan-moonlight.livejournal.com]

Babylon 5, Michael Garibaldi/Lennier, human courting rituals

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, Rodney McKay/Laura Cadman, during Duet Laura doesn't just take Rodney's body out for a run...they experiment with other things too

No fill, but...

[squidgiepdx]

o.O

(Yeah, I know it makes sense - but still... Wow. In a good way. :)

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Hawaii Five-0/Stargate Atlantis, Steve McGarrett + Rodney McKay, when Rodney is in town for a symposium, Five-0 is hired as his personal security

[megan-moonlight.livejournal.com]

Stargate: Atlantis, Ronon Dex/Evan Lorne, gift giving

Fill 1/3: Like a mouse on the doorstep

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Evan opened his door, still yawning, and glanced at his watch. Any moment now his team would come trotting through the corridor, and he'd join them on their morning run. Since he was Air Force and they were marines, he wasn't assigned to the same living section, but at the end of it all, they'd run about the same distance (Evan wasn't about to let a bunch of marines out-run him, because he despised Chair Force jokes).

He glanced down to make sure his sneakers were actually tied.

And he screamed.

A severed Wraith head was laying on the floor at his feet.

Stevens, Walker, Coughlin, and Reed came charging around the corner at full speed. All four of them pulled up short with shouts of horror, and Evan was only vaguely gratified that he wasn't the only one who was freaking out.

Several doors opened, and Teldy poked her head out of her quarters.

"For crying out loud, Lorne," she said, "some of us are trying to slee – what the hell?"

Evan fumbled for his radio. "Lorne for control. Get me security."

"Yes, sir," Chuck said, and then Bates said,

"Go for security."

"Security," Evan said, fighting to keep his voice steady and patient, "there's a Wraith head outside my door. I need someone to check the security feed for my corridor and report back immediately."

"I'm sorry, sir, did you say 'Wraith head'?"

"Yes, Sergeant, I did. Someone cut the head off of a Wraith and left it outside my door, and I want to find out who and why and how, and I want to find out now."

"I'll get Zelenka on it," Bates said.

"And send a containment team while you're at it."

"Yes, sir."

"That's disgusting," Walker said, peering at it.

Teldy caught Evan's eye. "You got this, Major?"

"Yes, Major. Sorry about the disturbance." Evan took a deep breath, flashed her a tight smile, and she retreated into her quarters.

The containment team arrived, and Reed and Coughlin started supervising them in bagging and tagging the head and cleaning up the mess. A man could never go wrong with good technical officers.

Evan's heart rate was finally starting to settle (when the scientists had lifted the head, Evan had gotten a good look at the severed spinal cord and arteries and flesh and congealed blood) when Zelenka's voice crackled over the radio.

"Major Lorne?"

"Go for Lorne."

"Major, I think you need to come see this. I'm in the lab."

Evan sighed. He nodded at his teammates. "Go. Run. I'll see you at the briefing later." To Zelenka he said, "Be there in ten." He ducked back into his quarters, scrubbed down as quickly as he could, pulled on his uniform, and headed for the lab.

Weir, Sheppard, Teyla, McKay, and Zelenka were all in the lab crowded around Zelenka's computer when Evan arrived.

Evan dipped his chin in acknowledgment of Sheppard, who had quickly disabused him of the formalities of rank, like saluting. "What have we found? Who's the culprit?"

They all turned and fixed him with a look he didn't quite understand, but he had the sneaking suspicion that despite the seriousness of his mouth, Sheppard was laughing at him.

"It was Ronon," Zelenka said.

The former Runner. He'd been alone for seven years while the Wraith chased him like some of sick game, killing any humans who dared help him. The guy probably had a lot of issues. Evan took a deep breath. "Oh. Okay. What do we do about it?"

"You need to make a choice," Teyla said.

Evan blinked. "A choice? What kind of choice?"

The corners of Sheppard's mouth twitched.

"Whether or not you will accept Ronon's suit," Teyla said.

Evan frowned. "Suit? What? I don't understand."

Sheppard coughed pointedly, smirking behind his hand, and it clicked.

"I – that Wraith head was like a – a dead mouse from a cat? Is this some kind of Pegasus thing?"

[megan-moonlight.livejournal.com]

Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D., Alphonso Mackenzie/Joey Gutierrez, bad pick up lines (but surprisingly, they're working)

[daria234.livejournal.com]

Mack stands outside the containment cell that holds Joey, trying to put on his best 'don't mess with us' face.

Mack can see that Joey is scared, confused, by his own powers as much as being contained. But he looks at Mack and tilts his head and says, "So, you come here often?" and Mack can't help but grin.

--

The first time Mack has to save Joey on a mission is when HYDRA has manage to capture Joey and throw him in a cell with no windows or lights. They also have something containing his powers, since he can't melt a damn thing.

He doesn't know how long he's there. Definitely days.

When he sees a light coming from a panel in the ceiling, hears Mack's voice calling out for him, Joey wants to cry.

He keeps it together, though, and when Mack slides down a rope and stands in front of him, Joey blurts out, "What's a nice guy like you doing in a place like this?"

Mack cracks a smile and then grabs Joey into a hug, big and warm and so good that Joey wonders if it's a dream.

It's not.

--

They’d been partners for a couple months before things cooled down enough to actually get a whole weekend off.

“Any big plans?” Joey asked.

“After that last job? Hell, no,” Mack said with a chuckle. “I plan to binge watch Netflix and eat cereal in bed.”

“Yeah, cereal’s my second favorite thing to eat in bed,” Joey said. Then he closed his eyes. “Please pretend I didn’t just say that,” he said, completely mortified with himself.

“It’s okay. I’ve been waiting for your next horrible pick up line for months.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I think it’s time one of them actually worked.”

“Oh. Really?”

“Really,” Mack laughed, then leaned in for a long kiss.

They parted and smiled at each other.

“Don’t worry,” Joey said, “We’ll still have cereal after.”

[megan-moonlight.livejournal.com]

MCU/Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D., Melinda May/Darcy Lewis, Darcy asking Melinda out on a date

Fill (1/2)

[salmon-pink.livejournal.com]

The thing is, Darcy’s not exactly a fan of SHIELD. Not that SHIELD technically exists anymore, not since Captain America blew those Helicarriers out of the sky and brought the whole thing crumbling down. She’s not sure if the crew she’s been spending time with lately can really be called SHIELD, if SHIELD is dead and all.

But that’s what they call themselves, and they sure as hell dress like those the SHIELD agents that swooped in on Darcy and Jane and Erik back in New Mexico, so Darcy’s willing to call a spade a spade.

Darcy’s not a fan of SHIELD, but she is a fan of Melinda May. More than simply a fan, because whatever she feels for May has veered way past mere admiration and gone straight into full ‘have my children’ mode.

Basically, Darcy has a giant, embarrassing, all-encompassing, sickeningly earnest crush.

May being a SHIELD agent should be a deterrent, but it’s absolutely not, no matter how little Darcy thinks of the organisation. It actually kind of makes the crush worse, because May looks really damn good in that uniform, with the tight black fabric and the Kevlar and the earpiece.

It’s the gun, too - Darcy’s not into guns, but she’s seen May wielding a weapon before and it kind of does things for her. Does things to her, by which she means ‘gets Darcy really hot under the collar’. Admittedly it might not be the gun so much as some sort of competency kink, or just being really turned-on by how well-trained and dangerous May is, because Darcy’s had a similar reaction to seeing May fight bad guys with her bare fists.

It’s not only the ‘frighteningly sexy covert operative’ thing May has going, though. True, that is really, really appealing. But it’s also just May; who she is behind the SHIELD façade. It’s her poker face, and the softness underneath, and how she cares for people, looking out for them in ways they don’t even notice. It’s the way she warms up the more Darcy gets to know her. It’s her intelligence and her loyalty and her sardonic one-liners, because if living in England has taught Darcy anything, it’s an appreciation for a dry sense of humour.

So Darcy has a crush. A big one. And normally she’d do what any reasonable person would do - obsess endlessly, doodle hearts all over her notebook, imagine their perfect life together, but never actually say anything.

But Darcy’s life is kind of crazy these days. That’s the whole reason she’s been spending time with SHIELD - because her proximity to superhero-related business has put a target on her back. Having her life saved more than once, having her life saved by May, it’s made Darcy realise that you can’t just wait around and expect life to happen to you. You have go out and grab it.

Which is easy in theory. In practice? Not so much.

But she’s gonna try.

[megan-moonlight.livejournal.com]

The Flash (TV), Hartley Rathaway/Barry Allen, Hartley decided to join Team Flash and Barry is very happy about that

[hanorganaas.livejournal.com]

Star Wars, Han Solo/Poe Dameron, I've got a lover, a love like religion I'm such a fool for sacrifice

Fill: such a fool, 1/1, NSFW

[fresh-brainss.livejournal.com]

Han’s found sanctuary for the first time in fifteen years with Poe Dameron in his bed.

“How are we doing down there, kid?” Han says it into Poe’s neck, breath hot against Poe’s sweat-damp skin.

Poe’s hands wander down to rest at the wings of Han’s back, then to his waist, his grip trembling and unsure as Han thrusts into him. “Not too bad, I w-would say,” he says, voice strained, and laughs. He arches his back, wanting it deeper, harder, and Han’s too old for this, but he can still sure as hell comply.

Poe Dameron is rarely speechless, but when Han changes his angle, canting Poe’s hips up just a bit, Poe goes silent in open-mouthed surprise, eyes wild, bare and open just for Han. His hair is wet with sweat and plastered to his neck, curls messy, and he’s the picture of sex but he’s also so cute, so different from anything Han has ever thought he deserves.

“You’re something else,” Han says, teeth grazing Poe’s jaw, and Poe just laughs, the noise vibrating throughout Han’s body.
And then, because he’s a wealth of dirty surprises, Poe rolls them over on the small bed, his movements sleek and dexterous, and sits himself on Han’s cock like he’s a king on a throne, his own cock blood-hot and wet against his tight stomach. “I’m not really one for lying back and thinking of the Resistance,” he says, gorgeous mouth curled into a smirk, and plants his hands on Han’s chest and he sets his hips into a dirty, mind-blowing grind.

“And thank gods for that,” Han says, hands wrapping around Poe’s hips, fingers digging hard enough to bruise that perfect skin of his. “Get to work then, hot-shot.”

Even though Han knows Poe’s young, and he’s in the prime of his life, and he’s not going to stick around with an old man for long, he’s going to enjoy that cocksure smile of his for as damn long as he can.

Even if he doesn’t deserve it.

[hanorganaas.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, Acastus Kolya/Elizabeth Weir, Say goodbye, as we dance with the devil tonight.
Don't you dare look at him in the eye, as we dance with the devil tonight.

[hanorganaas.livejournal.com]

Daredevil/MCU, Clint Barton / or & Matt Murdock, One of them is deaf, the other is blind, so they often joke about compensating for the other's senses.

[hanorganaas.livejournal.com]

Star Wars/Agents of SHIELD, Han Solo/Melinda May, Where he came from he is dead, but in the modern world, he starts a new life with her.

[hanorganaas.livejournal.com]

Orange is the New Black, Brooke Soso/Poussey Washington, teaching each other different languages.

[enmuse.livejournal.com]

Marvel Cinematic Universe, Phil Coulson/Tony Stark, "Papers, please"

[daria234.livejournal.com]

"What the hell is this?" Tony said, staring at the papers on the coffee table.

"Fraternization disclosure form. I'm an agent, you're a consultant. It's SHIELD policy to disclose." Coulson looked perplexed, like he found it bizarre that Tony wouldn't want to fill out paperwork about their sex life.

"There is no way I'm letting Fury know about what we do in bed! Or what we do in the shower. Or what we do on the kitchen counter. Especially not that thing were you balance above me and--"

"Stark. We are not telling anyone about any of that. We're just disclosing that we have a relationship."

"What?! You know I don't do relationships!"

"It doesn't mean a committed relationship, all right? Relax."

"I'm not filling out this form."

"Tony, these are the rules."

Tony paused. "I know. But if we don't fill out this form, then we will be having secret, torrid, forbidden sex. And I refuse to deny us the opportunity to pursue the amazing hotness of sex that is against the rules."

Coulson paused. "Fine. We'll fill out the paperwork a month late. But I hope you realize that doing so goes against my very core."

Tony grinned. "Great. Now get over here and take me, my secret illicit lover."

Coulson rolled his eyes. But he didn't say no.

[enmuse.livejournal.com]

Marvel Cinematic Universe, Phil Coulson +or/ Tony Stark, an oddly be-you-ti-ful partnership

[enmuse.livejournal.com]

Marvel Cinematic Universe, Natasha Romanoff +or/ Tony Stark, Steps

[enmuse.livejournal.com]

Final Fantasy VII ('verse), Cloud Strife + Yuffie Kisaragi (+ Zack Fair), In a quiet moment, when they somehow end up alone, she admits to her encounters with Zack.

[enmuse.livejournal.com]

The Dead Zone (tv), Bruce Lewis/Johnny Smith, Make a move

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Gundam Wing, Duo Maxwell +/ Zechs Merquise. Hair care tips for the battle-ready Gundam pilot.

[leni-ba.livejournal.com]

Harry Potter. Lily Evans/Remus Lupin. Still waters run deep.

Mini fill

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

James Potter is handsome and charming, brash and confident. He strolls the halls of Hogwarts like he owns them, he and Sirius Black, pureblood princes, dashing adventures, daring quidditch players, ingenious pranksters, and all-around heartthrobs. Lily knows she and James make the perfect couple, she Head Girl, he Head Boy, the progressive Pure Blood and his Muggleborn star-crossed Juliet.

Before James, though, there was Remus. Remus Lupin, with his soft brown hair and tender, scarred skin, his careful hands and his wise, sad eyes, who understood the simple pleasure of reading a book under a tree on a summer’s day, or walking hand-in-hand by the lake. Lily will always love Remus, even though when she found out what he is he withdrew, ashamed and afraid. She will always look upon the full moon she once loved with sadness, knowing Remus is in pain.

And she will keep trying to master an animagus form so she can run with him.