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I love me some crack...bring on the crack....superhero AUs and mpreg and crazy curses...
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Feed the overworked codemonkeys correctly formatted prompts (and not overly long, don't write the story for them, inspire them):
Supernatural, Bobby, Sam & Dean, de-aging
White Collar, Neal & Peter, Neal lifts a cursed object
Leverage, team, a curse forces them all to tell the truth
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phantisma (also known as Amara)I love me some crack...bring on the crack....superhero AUs and mpreg and crazy curses...
As always, obey the rules:
* Three prompts per fandom, and no more than five total. If one of your prompts is filled, you may post another.
* No spoilers for new shows/seasons until at least one week after airing.
* If your fill contains spoilers, please warn for it and leave enough space for people to pass by.
Feed the overworked codemonkeys correctly formatted prompts (and not overly long, don't write the story for them, inspire them):
Supernatural, Bobby, Sam & Dean, de-aging
White Collar, Neal & Peter, Neal lifts a cursed object
Leverage, team, a curse forces them all to tell the truth
Or you can visit our lonely prompts...
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Date: 2011-01-31 01:24 pm (UTC)Twins
Date: 2011-01-31 01:36 pm (UTC)He'd been poring over the books for a long time, when he was able to, but he'd found no answer.
He had no way of knowing if they remembered their adult selves. It was hard to know when they wouldn't speak.
The hunt had backfired and he was now the guardian of two little boys.
But the curse hadn't left them proportional in age -- oh, no. No, they had both become two.
Silent two.
But they were very good boys. They were eager to please. They just wouldn't, or couldn't, talk.
So now, Bobby had twins to raise until he could find the answer to reversing the curse in between snacks and sippy cups and pullups and "Go, Diego, Go!" and naps and ---
Where was Dean going?
And yeah, there was Sammy right behind him.
Muttering something that might or might not have been "...oh, balls..." Bobby got up and tracked after his new twin boys.
Only to find them doggedly pouring out salt to replace the line they'd smudged getting out of their room that morning.
Huh. Eager to please, indeed. And maybe they did remember a little more than he thought.
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Date: 2011-01-31 01:24 pm (UTC)Filled- xover with SPN
Date: 2011-01-31 05:47 pm (UTC)"Oh, get off, I know you aren't Fibbies. I know Fibbies, and they don't look half as good as you," Neal says. Except Peter, he thinks.
The taller guy, with the floppy hair, flushes. The smaller one withthe amazing lips stares at his big nose with a deadpan face and says, "Hear you lifted a cursed object." Not a question, a statement.
"Yeah, some ruby ring." Caffrey itches his nose. This damnable thing was extremely itchy and painful. If the two non-Fibbie guys could get this nose fixed he'd be indebted to them. Maybe he could get Peter to do them a favor.
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Date: 2011-01-31 01:47 pm (UTC)Watch Out For Woodchucks -Part 1
Date: 2011-01-31 06:17 pm (UTC)Sam had very clearly not spoken, all the same.
Dean cast his gaze about the table in the park they'd chosen across the street from the restaurant Sam had chosen. There wasn't anyone around, well, anyone human - a squirrel was slowly creeping toward them, bright eyes giving him away under the shadow of a tree. Dean's lips quirked and he shook his head, going back to his fries and hamburger with pie.
"Jerk!" Dean caught the flash of a furry tail raised as the squirrel scampered away. He just about choked, he looked to his fries, then to the squirrel, and his thought was - no way.
Sam didn't notice that Dean left a fallen fry under the table, but as they walked away, Dean swore he heard a "Hey, hey, jerk - thanks!".
Dean had never credited himself with much of a imagination, and who needed one when Dean did what he did? The things he hunted killed people, they were the stuff of imagination's nightmare. Still, hearing animals talking was a bit of a stretch, even for Dean, so he looked it up - and got telepathic communication, horse/dog "whisperers", and animals talking who weren't animals but something else, and "Talking Animals" a radio show.
Dean was most suspicious about the whole talking-animals-that-are-not-animals bit. Dean tried to put it out of his mind, going back to the hotel and all set on getting some sleep and putting the uneasy day he'd had behind him. Then the yowling started.
"Oh, it's hot, I'm hot, your hot, baby, baby, ohhh, I want your pussy, come on baby, come to me, and I'll come on you!"
Dean's eyes opened wide and he lurched out of bed to the door, because he just had to see if that was real. There was no one out there but a orange tabby, his tail raised high and rubbing his cheek against the low stone wall that surrounded the hotel.
"Hey, buddy, you mind?" The tom had caught sight of him, and hissed, ears laid back on his head.
"You've got to be kidding me." Dean muttered, but the cat's ears twitched.
"Don't like it? Scat!" The cat growled, front paws stretching out as if to pounce.
"Oh, I don't think so - I rented this room first." Dean yelled back.
Yelled loud enough that Sammy had woken up, was watching him from his bed.
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Date: 2011-01-31 02:06 pm (UTC)Fill: x-over with Dollhouse, McShep
Date: 2016-03-07 03:34 am (UTC)But as soon as Traci saw him, she disentangled herself from Joe, almost making him stumble, and bounced over to him.
"Yay! You're home! Come dance with us!"
Rodney, still rattled by what he'd seen, let himself get dragged onto the dance floor. Traci reminded him to take off his shoes, so he was left standing there in his socks, bewildered as Traci shoved him and Joe together and told Rodney to do his best to follow Joe's lead, because Joe was leading.
"And when you dance with me," Traci said, "you'll be following anyway. Even though I'm a girl, I'm good at leading."
"Of course," Rodney said, a little dazed. "Follow your lead."
Thankfully, the murder-singing ended, and a new song came on. The Tango Maureen. Only slightly better. Why couldn't Traci dance to a regular tango? She probably had a tango song about citrus fruit somewhere on this playlist too.
"Why are we learning to tango?"
"For Jennifer's wedding, obviously."
Rodney ground to a halt and almost yanked Joe off his feet.
"Jennifer? As in –"
"Your ex-girlfriend?" Traci bobbed her head enthusiastically. "She invited all of us. I think it'd be great to go, mend some fences. The guy she's marrying is pretty cute. I think it'd be a good thing, for all of us. Show we've all moved on, right?"
"Right," Rodney said, only, wait a second – "No! Wrong!"
Traci pouted. "But she said there was going to be dancing. You know how much I like to dance."
"You talked to her?"
"Joe did," Traci said.
Rodney whipped around to look at Joe. "You – you traitor!"
"She was always nice to me," Joe said. "And I think she kind of blames me for – for everything that happened. Once I was separated from John, there was nothing holding him back from, you know, you. The bond between me and Evan was always kind of a check and balance, you know?"
"I'm pretty sure what happened between me and Jennifer was –"
"No one's fault."
All three of them turned.
Jennifer turned in the doorway.
"You never did change the locks or ask for the key back," she said. She held it up on its own little lonely key ring.
Rodney swallowed hard. "Jennifer, I –"
"Bygones are bygones, Rodney. I want you there. I want you to see how happy I am so you can all stop beating yourselves up over what happened, so we can work together again," she said.
Joe raised his eyebrows. "Work together on what?"
"A cure for the Wraith," Jennifer said.
"A cure?" Traci was gone, immediately replaced by John.
Jennifer nodded. "The real deal. So come on, show me we can work together. Show me how to dance."
Rodney searched her gaze for a long moment, and then he nodded, offered her a hand. "Let's dance."
That was how Evan found them, half an hour later, spinning madly across the dance floor, trying and failing to foxtrot.
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Date: 2011-01-31 02:29 pm (UTC)Walk a mile in their shoes
Date: 2011-04-10 10:03 pm (UTC)The spirits had warned her about trials ahead, but she hadn’t been expecting this.
“Har-Nate,” the blonde growls, low voice belaying her slight stature, I’m not trusting a damn psychic. She just a phony.”
Phony?! Well, she had never! In the serious stuff, at least. Perhaps she had fudged a few - alright, a lot – of palm readings to make the results sound more interesting. But she was also a legitimate expert in the paranormal! She grabs a stick of incense on the table and waves it threateningly at the unbeliever. “Just for that, missy –“ the blonde winces at the title – “You’re going to have to reimburse me for supplies as well. Let me tell you, bones of an excommunicated saint don’t come easy!”
The blonde glowers and opens her mouth to respond, but then she goes rigid and convulses once, collapsing onto the floor. “Aw, man,” she says. “This shit’s worse than Freaky Friday.”
The psychic kneels on the floor next to her client, taking her pulse and peeling back her eyelids to check for discoloration. “Fascinating,” she whispers.
The woman on the floor looks up, but pauses when she sees her companion. “Oh, this is so weird.” The man smiles and shrugs, in a what can you do? gesture and downs another whiskey. Then he slams the drink down and give two loud hacking coughs. When he sits back up again, he rolls his eyes at the half-finished bottle of whiskey. “I presume Nate was the one last here?” he asks in a high-pitched british accent. The blond shrugs. “Don’t look at me, I just got here, Sophie. It’s Hardison, by the way.”
Sophie narrows in on the psychic next to the self-proclaimed Hardison, swaying a little unsteadily. “I suppose the others told you about our little predicament?” she asks. The psychic nods and bustles for her supplies. This is going to be a very interesting job.
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Date: 2011-01-31 02:40 pm (UTC)Fill female!Jason/?
Date: 2014-12-22 03:30 am (UTC)Hell, she had not even gone to that bar to get laid. She'd gone to hustle some spare cash, mainly cause she could, and maybe start a fight or two. Then she saw him and her plans for the evening went down the drain. He was sitting at one of the tables off to the side under one of the light's on the verge of burning out. You wouldn't see him upon entering right away, from any of the entrances, and while he was out of the way, he still had easy access to escape routes if necessary. All he had was a single beer, bottled not tap, and he was hunched over it almost protectively even though he wasn't drinking it, like he was afraid of someone taking it away.
Soldier. Bad case of PTSD. Probably trying to drink the memories away but knows alcohol will only make them worse. The trained detective, trained by one of the best, part her deduced.
She made a note to leave the man be, to not let him get caught up in any fight she may or may not cause in case things went from a little bloody to a body count. Then they made eye contact and she saw it. That angry bitter darkness that just wanted to let loose and break free, to hurt as it had been hurt and to hell with anyone caught in the way. Jaslyn knew that darkness, seen it in the mirror staring back at her often enough.
Knew how its hunger could drive you crazy if you didn't have the occasional moment of peace.
So she smiled invitingly at him as she went to the bar and ordered a drink. Flirted casually with any man that approached her but kept her body language focused on him even when her eyes and ear weren't. Eventually he approached her and she did her best to make the darkness in his eyes go away, for a time. (Darkness like his, like hers, never really goes away. Just sleeps for a time until it wakes up hungering for blood and pain once more).
It had been good. He clearly knew how to please a woman even if his heart wasn't in it. The sex had nothing to do with love so Jaslyn hardly minded. Except now she was pregnant with John Doe's baby and a name would be really useful. Bruce would never let her live it down in a silent judgemental way..
Oh god, she wanted to keep the baby. If she was thinking about how judgemental Bruce was going to be than clearly she already planned to keep the kid (not like adoption had been good for her) and, of course, that meant telling Bruce he was going to be a granddad.
... maybe she could get Alfred to do it?
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Date: 2011-01-31 03:20 pm (UTC)NC-17, cupid!Gabriel + cupid!Balthazar make Dean/Lucifer happen [1/2]
Date: 2011-05-25 12:48 pm (UTC)---
Dean wakes up to a house, instead of a cheap motel, the heavenly smell of pie drifting up from the kitchen, and a note on the nightstand.
The note reads 'Go downstairs, thank him for the pie and eat some, and you won't find Sam's head in your bed tonight. Love, Your Cupids XOXOXOXOXO'
("Isn't that too violent? He might hunt us down afterwards..."
"Excuse me. You're talking to the Master of Deathfaking here. I can deal with Dean, and believe me, this is the only threat that'll get him to do this without trying to shoot him first.")
Next to the note are little candy-hearts.
Dean closes his eyes and counts to ten. He still smells pie. His mouth waters, but he counts to a hundred. Still nothing.
"Damnit."
There's nothing for it, except for him to go and find out who's baking that pie.
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Downstairs, Dean discovers, is a nightmare. Wallpaper with hearts on it. Candy everywhere. The furniture is pink and red. It's like Valentines exploded in here, except that it gets worse.
Lucifer's the one in the kitchen baking pie, decked out in an apron with lace and 'Kiss the Cook' written on the front.
There's even glitter in his hair.
Dean stops in the doorway, notes that the pies on the counter are heart-shaped, and things 'ohhelldamnit'.
Lucifer looks up from the oven, blinks a few times, and stills.
("How'd you get Lucifer into that?"
"Drank him under the table, drugged him, and put a little mojo in the air so it'd wear off when Dean came down."
"Maybe I should get going."
"The pie has aphrodisiacs in, and Lucifer's been breathing in the fumes for the past hour."
"Yeah, um, I need to get going."
"He doesn't know it was me."
"You mean he won't know that he wants to kill us?"
"Yup."
"You're sure."
"One hundred percent."
"Do you mind if we watch this from another country just to be safe?")
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