Monday: Crossovers

[gladdecease]

Buffy Summers, Captain of the USS Enterprise. The X-Men joining the Justice League. Shinigami meeting Death himself.

That's right, today's theme is crossovers! Take two series and make them meet, in whatever way you like.

Just keep the rules in mind:

• No more than three prompts for the same fandom.
  
• No more than five prompts in a row.
  
• If one of your prompts is filled, you can prompt again.
  
• No spoilers in your prompts for at least a week after the airdate/release.
  
• Warn for any spoilers for your fic in bold and leave at least three spaces before the text.

And don't forget to save our code monkeys some grief - follow the format!

Doctor Who/Sherlock, Ten/Sherlock, A Study in Time
Supernatural/Death Note, Castiel + Ryuk, not any Reaper he'd seen before

None of these prompts catch your eye? Don't forget about our Lonely Prompts!

tag = crossovers

Comments

[jabber-moose.livejournal.com]

*helpless shrug* Less Dean/Crowley than the prompt suggested. Dropped an f-bomb, too

The Apocalypse was averted. Sam was gone, and Cas had flocked off to be Heaven's butt-boy once again, leaving Dean alone. Again.

Except that wasn't entirely true.

Dean had arrived back at Lisa's one day to find a man in the yard, tall and dark haired, wearing sunglasses at night, seemingly involved with Lisa's plants.

A few dashes of holy water, a smattering of Latin and a heated exchange later, Dean met Crowley.

In Dean's opinion, one shifty, smooth-talking demon named Crowley was more than enough in his book.

He had no reason to trust one on a good day, but a Crowley with yellow eyes?

Yeah, no thanks.


This Crowley wasn't all that bad- might have an unhealthy obsession with Queen, but his taste in cars was passable.

He also knew a thing or two about errant angels.

"So yours fucked off too, huh?" Dean took a swig of his beer.

Crowley bristled. "Not that it's any of your business. He was needed." The Angel never could turn anyone down when the situation called for it.

Dean snorted into his beer. "Yeah. Cas got a shiny new promotion, and that was that. So what's your deal, anyway? With whatshisface."

"Aziraphale."

"Whatever."

"We had an..Arrangement," Crowley said, tilting his head back, leaning on his elbows.

"Okay," Dean shrugged. "Sounds pretty gay, dude."

There was silence, and Dean actually winced. "Sorry."

"It'ss the passt," Crowley shrugged a shoulder, brushing it off. "Could ask you the ssame."

Dean hunched over, slightly, eyes narrowed. "He was my best friend."

Crowley, surprisingly, didn't give a smart-ass remark to that one, giving Dean a freakishly golden eyed stare that was part amused, and part...sympathetic.

Dean just turned up the radio loud enough for Heaven to hear.

And maybe respond.

[morganoconner.livejournal.com]

OMG sweetie I adore this! It's perfect! What do you mean you can't write Crowley??? *glomps you and snuggles fic and draws hearts EVERYWHERE*

[jabber-moose.livejournal.com]

Glad you liked. Sorry about the lack of D/C. Wait. Sorry for the lack of D/C in exchange for more D/C. Wait. Yeah. That's what i meant.

[mulder200.livejournal.com]

Ah! Poor boys! Still, misery loves company.