Drabble Me!

[annundriel]

That almost sounds dirty.

Snagging this from marynyu because I'm a sucker:

The first TEN people to comment in this post get to request that I write a drabble of any pairing/character of their choosing. In return, they have to post this in their journal, regardless of their ability level.

Though if you don't write, I imagine you can do something else creative. Or just ignore that part. I won't mind. ;)

Fandoms I'm up for (but am not limiting anyone to): NCIS, Southland, Supernatural. I might as well throw Merlin in there, too, though I haven't done that for a little while.

01. jack_infinitude: NCIS, Ziva and Gibbs, lying by omission
02. sdrohc_ratiug: Eric Northman/Captain Jack Harkness
03. heavenvhellvus: Dean/Cas, "I'm running out of air/Break me out/I want to see the sun rise in anywhere but here."
04. spacefragments: Dean/Castiel, Cas discovers bubble baths
05. marynyu: Gabriel/Castiel
06. jack_infinitude: NCIS, McGee/Tony, when Tony finally comes home from being an Agent Afloat
07. spacefragments: sam getting hit on by a hot guy at a bar and getting all flustered while dean laughs at him
08. krystalicekitsu: SPN, Sam/Lucifer, 'Come to me//The moon is closer than your eyes//I can barely see through the cracks that shines out my scars// Sirens scream//In vain//I have already died//A million times inside'
09. x_shorty1013_x: Supernatural, Dean/Castiel, Dean and Cas go swimming
10. krystalicekitsu: SPN; Gabriel/Michael (or Lucifer); "They were cheap replacements for the one they lost."

Plus! A bonus response to x_shorty1013_x's "Dean and Cas go swimming" prompt.

Comments

[jack-infinitude.livejournal.com]

NCIS, Ziva and Gibbs: lying by omission.

[annundriel.livejournal.com]

Oooh, a challenge!

[annundriel.livejournal.com]

“Time to head out,” Gibbs says, entering the bullpen, coffee in hand. “Body found in—” He pauses. “Where are DiNozzo and McGee?”

Ziva swings her bag onto her shoulder. “Tony called and said he was running late. Forgot to set his alarm.” Forgot to set McGee’s alarm.

“And McGee?”

“Getting a ride from Tony,” Ziva says. “They are carpooling.”

“Carpooling?”

Since Tony started spending most nights at McGee’s. Ziva shrugs. “McGee’s car broke down. He is getting it fixed.”

“Call them,” Gibbs says, heading for the elevators. “They can meet us there.”

Phone already out, number dialed, Ziva follows.

*

Haha, notice how I still got DiNozzo/McGee in there? ;) I hope you like it!

we're all mad here...

[sdrohc-ratiug.livejournal.com]

Hey look at me completely ignoring your fandom suggestions!

I've had many insane pairings floating around in my head since dinner, but the one I'm most stuck on/keep coming back to is this one...

Eric Northman/Captain Jack Harkness.


(preferably in more of a True Blood than Torchwood setting.)

*FLAIL*

BECAUSE both of their ages/immortality factor and Eric being a viking & Jack being from the 51st century! I just see them potentially finding each other fascinating. Also to me there is a similarity with eric/godric & jack/the doctor. Or something. I just...I have SERIOUS PROBLEMS, MARY. YOU KNOW THIS.

Re: we're all mad here...

[annundriel.livejournal.com]

OH MY GOD, DAHLIA. I KNOW I SAID I WOULD HATE YOU BUT I CAN'T. I DO, IN FACT, LOVE YOU. OH MY GOD.


Way to choose two characters I've never written! ::facepalm::

Re: we're all mad here...

[annundriel.livejournal.com]

“Captain Jack Harkness,” the man says, sticking out his right hand.

Eric had his suspicions when he first entered Fangtasia—a change in the air, the swirl of a wool coat he hasn’t seen seriously worn in public for some forty years or so; it’s nice to be proven right.

Eric ignores the hand, leaning back in his chair, mouth quirking. He’s heard the stories, strange tales of death and resurrection, of past and future, old and new. “Your reputation precedes you.”

Drawing his hand back to pull out a chair across from Eric, Harkness’ eyes spark. “It usually does.”

[soldierly.livejournal.com]

Mmmmm... Dean/Cas, "I'm running out of air/Break me out/I want to see the sun rise in anywhere but here."

:3

[annundriel.livejournal.com]

Oh man, I really hope you like this.

*

It wasn’t supposed to happen this way. They were supposed to find the Colt, take out Lucifer, avoid any future where either of them said “Yes.”

Instead, Dean wakes up to Cas sleeping cold and curled beside him, jitters finally settled, pale skin luminous in the near-dark before the sun rises.

Dean knows what’s coming. He recognizes this now, even if he didn’t then; remembers seeing the other side. Any day now, his past self will show. After that it’s only a matter of time before he loses everything.

They’re locked in, can’t change destiny. Can’t change a damned thing.

[spacefragments.livejournal.com]

dean/castiel - cas discovers bubble baths. XD

[annundriel.livejournal.com]

Cas may have to discover bubble baths again in a longer fic setting. ;)

*

Dean frowns at the suds surrounding them. They’re going to end up smelling like flowers or bubblegum or something equally chick-like and that is just embarrassing, an affront to his masculinity, an—

Cas grins at him across mountains of bubbles from the tub’s opposite end, nose crinkling. His hair is wet and tousled, a clump of white bubbles clinging just above his left ear. His skin is clean and shining, completely touchable. Dean’s distracted by the way the water splashes against Cas’ chest.

Dean grins back and reaches for Cas with fingers starting to prune. His masculinity can handle it.

[marynyu.livejournal.com]

Hmm..... Gabriel/Castiel. Just because I've never read them before. X3

[annundriel.livejournal.com]

I've never read them before either! Certainly never tried to write them. This was fun, though, if a little odd. I hope you like it! :D

*

“Popped your earthly cherry yet?”

Castiel blinks at him in confusion. “What?”

“Pesky human virginity. Lost it yet?”

Castiel frowns. “Dean took me to a…den of iniquity.”

“A whorehouse, huh?”

A tight nod.

“And?”

“No.”

“Figures. Listen,” Gabriel says. “Let me know when it strikes your fancy—and it will, the path you’re on—and I’ll show you how it’s done.”

Another frown.

Gabriel sighs, leaning close, closer. “Angels know what angels need.”

Castiel’s blue eyes are wide, lips parted in unconscious temptation, slick with his own saliva and Gabriel’s.

Gabriel smirks, fingers snap-ready. “Come find me when you’re ready.”

[jack-infinitude.livejournal.com]

I will give you another prompt! Hmm.

NCIS again... McGee/Tony, when Tony finally comes home from being an Agent Afloat.

[annundriel.livejournal.com]

Woo! I totally have ideas for your other prompt, I'm just having a little trouble making them behave. :)

Um, the ideas that is. Not Ziva and Gibbs. They're relatively well-behaved if a little dangerous.

[annundriel.livejournal.com]

I hope you like it!

*

The marks Tim left on Tony’s skin the morning before Tony left—finger tip smudges, mouth-shaped blooms—are gone by the time Tony returns, skin smooth and unblemished like it was before Tim decided leaving traces of himself beneath Tony’s clothing was the best way to make Tony remember him.

Four months isn’t long, but it’s long enough. Tim doesn’t know what to expect now that Tony’s back.

Until Tony’s at his door, devil-may-care grin almost hiding the trepidation in his eyes, offering up skin for Tim’s fingers, his palms, his mouth. Letting Tim mark him; letting himself be marked.

[spacefragments.livejournal.com]

WRITE ME MORE ABOUT CAS AND BUBBLE BATHS. XD

or if you're feeling like something else... ummm sam getting hit on by a hot guy at a bar and getting all flustered while dean laughs at him. :D

[annundriel.livejournal.com]

There will be more about Cas and bubble baths later, I promise!

But for now, I'm breaking my own feelings on drabble-length to post this the way it should be.

I think this is as close to writing Dean/Sam as I've ever gotten. It's not exactly your prompt, but I like it. I hope you do, too!

*

They’re in a college bar working on their plan of attack when it happens.

“If you were my homework, I’d do you all night.”

Sam looks up from his beer to find a blond guy standing next to their table, hip cocked. “Excuse me?”

“Discovery isn’t just a channel on TV. Let me teach you a thing or two.”

Dean snorts from his side of the table. Sam hopes it was painful.

“Uh. No thanks,” Sam says. He can feel himself blushing, more from Dean’s snickering than the guy’s intent gaze.

“No?”

“No,” Dean says, reaching out to lay a hand over Sam’s. “He’s still learning from the best.”

The guy takes them both in, looks hopeful. “Threesome?”

Simultaneous. “No.”

He leaves defeated.

A moment later, Dean says, “I bet I could make that line work. Not that I need lines.”

Pulling his hand away from Dean’s, Sam wipes it on his pants. “Sure, Dean, whatever you say.”

[krystalicekitsu.livejournal.com]

SPN; Sam/Lucifer; 'Come to me//The moon is closer than your eyes//I can barely see through the cracks that shines out my scars// Sirens scream//In vain//I have already died//A million times inside' - 'Time Bomb' Jessy Greene (you should prolly listen to the whole song, since it is AWESOME)

[annundriel.livejournal.com]

Ooh, I really like the song! Thank you for the prompt. Sam/Lucifer is becoming seriously intriguing.

I really hope you like this!

*

Silver-tongued Lucifer gets inside you, creeps between the cracks, slides his way inside until there’s no going back, until he’s beneath your skin, curled round your heart like a fist, like a lover, like a dog around his master’s feet.

Sam’s felt Lucifer at the edges of his consciousness, the boundaries of his mind, felt Lucifer against him, inside him, pushing and pressing, exploring Sam’s strengths instead of exploiting his weaknesses.

It’s surprising and unexpected.

Sam closes his eyes at night, feels Lucifer waiting for him in the dark, patient and persuasive.

He can’t say yes.

He won’t.

He shouldn’t.

[sycophantastic.livejournal.com]

OMG, if you're still taking requests...

Supernatural, Dean/Castiel, Dean and Cas go swimming

Yeah, I know, when is this EVER gonna happen... but it gets them both mostly naked and that's a lovely thought!

[annundriel.livejournal.com]

This may have inspired more than one response. This is the first one. I'm still working on the other.

I hope you enjoy it!

*


Swirling over knees and up thighs, the water covers his stomach, lapping at his chest as Dean leads him deeper.

Castiel doesn’t like the way the mud feels against his feet, squishing between his toes, but the look in Dean’s eyes warms like the sun; his skin where they touch is an intriguing contrast in the chilled air.

“I’ll teach you to float,” Dean says, voice full of promise, temptation.

Dean’s hands on his body coax him gently until Castiel relaxes, tipping backwards until his head is half-submerged.

Looking up, he sees Dean smiling above him, the heavens just beyond.

[annundriel.livejournal.com]

Okay, so I said this inspired more than one response, and here is the second. I thought I'd go ahead and indulge in something slightly longer and porny since I'll be holding on to your other prompt until I can cross some other fic off my list.

How and why Dean and Cas are in a pool, I do not know. This is one that may have to be expanded at some point.

I hope you like it!

*

Cas holds him against the side of the pool, chest smooth and muscles slick, cock pressing hard against Dean’s hip. Dean wants to laugh, or maybe cry, because if he’d known all it took to get Cas hot and bothered was some water and exposed skin, he would have started timing his showers better.

“Dean,” Cas breathes against his lips, and then there’s no room for either of them to breathe because Cas’ mouth is on his, tongue slipping in beside Dean’s.

He should worry that they’re giving someone a good free show or that the smell of chlorine is going to make him inappropriately horny from now until forever.

Somehow with Cas rutting against him, Dean can’t bring himself to care.

Cas’ skin is wet, perfect for Dean to slide his hands over, feeling every dip and curve of Cas’ spine, every twitch and slide of muscle. Hardly pausing at the small of Cas’ back, Dean’s hands move lower, fingers teasing past the waistband of the shorts Cas borrowed until Dean can palm his ass, skin on skin.

Cas groans against him; Dean feeling it in his own chest as much as hearing it. It’s mixed in with the sound of Cas’ mouth on his, the water lapping against their skin with each rushed movement, the distant sound of the pool’s filter.

Later, Dean thinks. Later he will send Sam out for food or supplies, or maybe he’ll just take one of their credit cards and get another room, because as much fun as Cas is slick and wet and moaning against him, Dean’s sure this is just the tip of the iceberg. He wants Cas on a bed. He wants lube and condoms and time and privacy.

That’ll wait, though, because Cas is breaking away to mouth at his jaw, to suck at his skin, and before Dean knows it, he’s gasping and coming against Cas’ palm, so sneakily tucked between them.

Dean shudders between the cool side of the pool and the warmth of Cas’ body, hanging on as Cas comes apart against him.

Dean regains his breath. “That’s not exactly what I’d call a swimming lesson.”

“You can teach me later.” Cas sounds a little breathless. Dean feels more than a little smug.

“Oh,” Dean says, “I think you’re doing fine on your own.”

[sycophantastic.livejournal.com]

Also, since I'm a cheeky, selfish bastard (and you said we could make more than one request), I'll also leave this prompt (but you should fill someone elses if they come along within the next, I dunno, 24 hours):

Supernatural, Dean/Castiel, Dean introduces Cas to pie (by feeding it to him) *waggles eyebrows*

[annundriel.livejournal.com]

Ooh, if it's okay with you, I'd like to take this prompt and combine it with one I got awhile ago when I asked for "Castiel's first time ____" prompts. There was his first time with pie there, too, but I wasn't happy with what I wrote at the time. This, though...I think I might be able to use your prompt with it to make it work.

[krystalicekitsu.livejournal.com]

I'm very much loving my regenerating powers of prompt!

So, to help-

SPN; Gabriel/Michael (or Lucifer); "They were cheap replacements for the one they lost." (and I would absolutely love if you included Sam/Gabe or Mike/Lu in here somehow. LOVE.)

[annundriel.livejournal.com]

I tried! I hope you like it!

*

There’s a song, Gabriel knows, that goes Love the one you’re with. It’s not a sentiment he subscribes to, exactly, but fuck all if he doesn’t know what else to do. He’s tired of running, hiding, losing.

He loves Michael; they’re brothers and comrades-in-arms, archangels. But Michael doesn’t appreciate a good practical joke or syrup-drenched pancakes. He doesn’t understand why Gabriel had to leave.

Gabriel knows Michael looks at him and still sees their other brother, who turned his back on all of them, his betrayal of Michael cutting like a knife.

They make do with what—who—they have.

[sycophantastic.livejournal.com]

You hope I like it?

BZUH... there was never any chance that I wouldn't! You wrote me my very own porn. Unexpected, wet, semi-public porn. *flails happily*

I you. So much!!

Ever need any more prompts? Just call on me. I'm happy to dole out suggestions! Mostly because I love what you write, aaaaaaaand I also like it when people write for me, so I will very selfishly help you out if you ever need prompts! :D

Also, ummmm, you're on my flist. That OK? *blushes*

[sycophantastic.livejournal.com]

*whispers* This was meant to be a reply to the bonus response to my prompt... but apparently I am teh suck when it comes to LJ. Sorry for the comment fail.

*slinks away, ashamed*