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Rated: R
Fandoms: Star Trek, Supernatural
Chuck/Death (Thanatos)
death!Chuck
Than had expected Death to be terrifying. Chuck was stuttering. A slim, blonde eyebrow raised as he rose from his seat. "Are you Death?"
The petite man scratched the back of his head. "Y-yeah. I'm uh...I'm sorry. Not terrifying like humans like to portray me as."
"Are you here for Sam or Dean?" he asked cautiously.
"No. I can be summoned b-by prophets. Usually show up pretty late in their l-lives." The scythe twirled in his hands. "Lucifer sent me."
Both eyebrows shot up to his hairline in question as to why Lucifer, of all people, would send Death.
Crossover
"Thanty..." Chuck called after the taller man. He looked around nervously before looking up at a pitcher hanging above him. "Fetch me that pitcher..." The other man's eyes bore into his. "Please."
He gracefully reached up, not breaking his gaze with Chuck, and picked up the pitcher before holding it out. "As you wish."
As time wore on, he learned that "As you wish" really meant "I love you."
So one day, Chuck decided to give into his feelings. "Thanty..." he swallowed thickly, scared. "I...love you too."
Chuck was shocked. Than had bowed low before him. "As you wish."
Prophet!Than
Another headache surged through him.
More images. A woman arm in arm with another woman. Both dark haired, practically like sisters, walking down the block. Dean and...Castiel? Locked in lovers' embrace. Sam talking with a blue eyed man. Softly cocooned in wings.
Then he saw. Zachariah and Raphael discussing things. Whatever it was, it didn't sound good.
Than turned fitfully in his sleep, face screwed up from the pain. The body beside him simply held him close and whispered soft words in his ear, reassurances that he was safe and fine.
He felt Chuck's sweet kiss brush it away.
Tattoo
The ink scrawled across his hip, Than licked. Contra veritas. It was right above the hipbone and he took the earthly pleasure of tracing the calligraphy with his tongue. Truly, they were against all reason. A human prophet, the embodiment of Death. He looked up to see Chuck staring at him through half lidded eyes, breath coming in pants, disheveled.
He leaned down and kissed the mark on Chuck's skin again. His own name falling from the prophet's lips like a prayer. He smiled against skin.
If Lucifer were to grant him any wish, it would be this...for eternity.
Scotty/Chekov
Romance
The day had been long. Too long. There was a run-in with a Cardassian ship that didn't feel like being friendly with the Enterprise. Torpedoes were launched and his beautiful lady took one hell of a beating. In the end, the Cardassians limped home with their tail tucked between their legs.
Unfortunately, this left Scotty working double shifts to ensure that she was running again. Not that he'd mind. It was a labor of love. But it would mean not being able to see Pavel for longer than he wanted.
He looked up to see the navigator holding a sandwich.
crack
At first, it started with the strangest cravings. Chekov would brush him off, saying that all normal people eat nachos and pizza. But it had come to be that the navigator had wanted salami with peanut butter and jam. Then came the morning sickness. Which, to be honest, was more like morning noon and night sickness. Again, Chekov would brush him off. But then came the mood swings. Scary enough to even make the captain and first officer tip toe around the Russian navigator. Finally, they went to medical bay.
"I'm having puppies?!" Chekov cried out. Scotty fainted. McCoy drank.
AU
Pavel approached the TA named Scotty. "You are masters student?"
The older man raised an eyebrow. "Nae, lad. I've already received my PhD in engineering. I'm just helpin' out Dr. McDonald out with his class while I'm workin' on my second doctoral's in physics. Somethin' you needin' help with, lad?" he asked.
Pavel felt himself blush down to his toes. "Nyet. I am Pavel. I ah...am...3rd year student. From Russia. Dr. McDonald said for me to work with you in your research because I like physics so much."
"Oh, well why din ya say so?" Scotty smiled brightly.
flyingsoftlyRated: R
Fandoms: Star Trek, Supernatural
Chuck/Death (Thanatos)
death!Chuck
Than had expected Death to be terrifying. Chuck was stuttering. A slim, blonde eyebrow raised as he rose from his seat. "Are you Death?"
The petite man scratched the back of his head. "Y-yeah. I'm uh...I'm sorry. Not terrifying like humans like to portray me as."
"Are you here for Sam or Dean?" he asked cautiously.
"No. I can be summoned b-by prophets. Usually show up pretty late in their l-lives." The scythe twirled in his hands. "Lucifer sent me."
Both eyebrows shot up to his hairline in question as to why Lucifer, of all people, would send Death.
Crossover
"Thanty..." Chuck called after the taller man. He looked around nervously before looking up at a pitcher hanging above him. "Fetch me that pitcher..." The other man's eyes bore into his. "Please."
He gracefully reached up, not breaking his gaze with Chuck, and picked up the pitcher before holding it out. "As you wish."
As time wore on, he learned that "As you wish" really meant "I love you."
So one day, Chuck decided to give into his feelings. "Thanty..." he swallowed thickly, scared. "I...love you too."
Chuck was shocked. Than had bowed low before him. "As you wish."
Prophet!Than
Another headache surged through him.
More images. A woman arm in arm with another woman. Both dark haired, practically like sisters, walking down the block. Dean and...Castiel? Locked in lovers' embrace. Sam talking with a blue eyed man. Softly cocooned in wings.
Then he saw. Zachariah and Raphael discussing things. Whatever it was, it didn't sound good.
Than turned fitfully in his sleep, face screwed up from the pain. The body beside him simply held him close and whispered soft words in his ear, reassurances that he was safe and fine.
He felt Chuck's sweet kiss brush it away.
Tattoo
The ink scrawled across his hip, Than licked. Contra veritas. It was right above the hipbone and he took the earthly pleasure of tracing the calligraphy with his tongue. Truly, they were against all reason. A human prophet, the embodiment of Death. He looked up to see Chuck staring at him through half lidded eyes, breath coming in pants, disheveled.
He leaned down and kissed the mark on Chuck's skin again. His own name falling from the prophet's lips like a prayer. He smiled against skin.
If Lucifer were to grant him any wish, it would be this...for eternity.
Scotty/Chekov
Romance
The day had been long. Too long. There was a run-in with a Cardassian ship that didn't feel like being friendly with the Enterprise. Torpedoes were launched and his beautiful lady took one hell of a beating. In the end, the Cardassians limped home with their tail tucked between their legs.
Unfortunately, this left Scotty working double shifts to ensure that she was running again. Not that he'd mind. It was a labor of love. But it would mean not being able to see Pavel for longer than he wanted.
He looked up to see the navigator holding a sandwich.
crack
At first, it started with the strangest cravings. Chekov would brush him off, saying that all normal people eat nachos and pizza. But it had come to be that the navigator had wanted salami with peanut butter and jam. Then came the morning sickness. Which, to be honest, was more like morning noon and night sickness. Again, Chekov would brush him off. But then came the mood swings. Scary enough to even make the captain and first officer tip toe around the Russian navigator. Finally, they went to medical bay.
"I'm having puppies?!" Chekov cried out. Scotty fainted. McCoy drank.
AU
Pavel approached the TA named Scotty. "You are masters student?"
The older man raised an eyebrow. "Nae, lad. I've already received my PhD in engineering. I'm just helpin' out Dr. McDonald out with his class while I'm workin' on my second doctoral's in physics. Somethin' you needin' help with, lad?" he asked.
Pavel felt himself blush down to his toes. "Nyet. I am Pavel. I ah...am...3rd year student. From Russia. Dr. McDonald said for me to work with you in your research because I like physics so much."
"Oh, well why din ya say so?" Scotty smiled brightly.
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Date: 2010-02-10 07:26 pm (UTC)