Bite Sized Bits of Fic

American Gods / Supernatural, Sam, what is he now?

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There's a man sitting on one of the fold-up chairs outside of the door of the convenience store as Sam walks up to enter. He's reading a book, looking completely engrossed in the story.

Sam glances at the title out of curiosity as he passes by.

There's a werewolf on the cover. Heart says the blood-red font up top. By Carver Edlund.

Sam backtracks and stares.

The man isn't the kind of guy you'd expect would be reading a book like that. Big guy, but not the flabby kind of big. Muscles. Dark hair, dark complexioned, he looks like he could be Indian. Native American, corrects the voice of the academic in Sam's head. In his hand is a coin that he's flipping back and forth across his knuckles, all apparently without thinking about it.

"Some of us," the man says quietly, not looking up from his page, "Some of us exist because people believed in us, or once believed. And some of us exist only in order to do something. But what happens after we're done?"

"Excuse me?" Sam asks, the hairs on the back of his neck rising. This man is more than he appears to be.

The man looks up now, dark eyes twinkling with more than the light of the midday sun. The coin glitters on its journey across his knuckles.

"Seems to me, you're the second kind," he says, putting his book away now, "The kind who was made to do something, and did it. And then what? What are we now?"

Sam stares and finally shrugs. This man is obviously either crazy or...not a man. "What are you?" he asks, just to make sure.

The...man smiles. "I'm like you," he says, then tilts his head. "Not exactly like you - you're the only one like you - but I had a purpose. And I fulfilled it."

"Oh," Sam says, "That's nice."

The man chuckles. "I'm not crazy."

"Are you an angel?" Just to make sure.

"No. I'm a god. Like a god, anyway. Gods don't really thrive here on this land, you know."

"Oh." No, he hadn't known. "Why are you here?"

The man - like-a-god - shrugs. "Curious. There's been a lot of talk about you the last few years. You and your brother. I thought I'd let you know you're not alone." He stands and the dark eyes glimmer again. "If you ever need help, call."

Then he starts to walk off, before Sam calls him back. "Wait. How do I call you?" Might as well ask, just in case. "I don't even know who you are."

The man stops, turns. "I'm called Shadow," he says, and with that continues his walk away from Sam.

But how would he contact-

"Check your pocket."

Sam pats his pockets down and finally, in his wallet, he finds a grey business card with a phone number (and nothing else) on it.

"Weird," he mumbles, and puts the card back in his wallet. "Really weird."

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White Collar, Neal, He has ten years to steal Peter's soul. As sad as it is, he succeeds.

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Marvel (any verse), any, "The Avengers" are a team of Hunters (a la Supernatural)

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author's choice, author's choice, (s)he could always switch between genders

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MCU/Mythology, Darcy/Loki, "Dude, if you're going to trash the place with Hermes, Dionysus and Bacchus, at least get me drunk, too!"

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Doctor Who, any Doctor + any Companion(s), dragons are real, they just don't live on Earth anymore

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Any, any(/any), "What's the best spell you know? And don't say a love spell because everyone knows magic love spells don't exist."

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Re: Mini FILL: The Boy With The Gold Eyes

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Marvel (any), Tony (/or& Steve), Ghosts

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“So,” Tony says slowly, dragging out the syllables. “Any idea why you’re a ghost?”

“Not really,” Steve replies, looking down at his combat boots.

“You got any unfinished business you need to take care of before you pass over? Need to avenge your murder, say goodbye to a relative, kiss the girl you’ve been sweet on since school?”

Steve blushes. “There was a girl...”

“Yes?” Tony prompts, smiling eagerly at the lead.

“I met her during the war. I promised to meet her here, in New York, when the fighting was over. She was going to teach me to dance.”

“What was her name?”

“Peggy. Peggy Carter. She was from England, part of British Intelligence. I worked with her in the Strategic Scientific Reserve. She was beautiful and kind and-”

“Yeah, yeah, I get it – she was your dream girl,” Tony interrupts. “You promised her you’d meet her and died before you could. You feel guilty and need to apologise before you can move on.” Tony whips out his phone and begins to search for Peggy Cater of British Intelligence. “I think I can find her for you. If you have something to tell her I can write it down in a letter, pretend you wrote it during the war, and that I found it when going through your old gear. Then you can pass over and I can turn this old dance hall into the site of my new tower.”

“You’d do that for me?” Steve asks, his eyes wide with wonder.

“It’s a hobby,” Tony shrugs. “Helping ghosts resolve their unfinished business. I like to think it balances out the wrongs done by my company when my godfather ran things.”

Steve smiles. “You’re a good person Tony Stark.”

“I know,” Tony says, focusing on his phone rather than on Steve in order to avoid the warm feeling he gets in his chest from that smile. “Now hush. I’ve got to hack into government files to get your girlfriend’s new address and it seems the Brits have improved their firewalls since last time. Damn, looks like they finally hired someone with some talent to work on their security.”

Steve continues to smile and allows Tony to work as he silently ponders exactly how he wants to say goodbye to Peggy, his first and only crush.

Re: Tony Stark - Ghost Whisperer

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Tortall, Kel/any, "It's not magic, I'm not gods-touched, it's just practice. Lots and lots of practice." ~~("I know something else we can practice again and again, that won't hurt as much as combat training, but will probably be louder.")~~

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Tortall, Beka/Farmer, author's choice

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Final Fantasy VII ('verse), any, Voudoo

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The Mentalist, Cho /or& Jane, "I hate real magic even more than magic tricks."

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Chuck, any, AU where instead of spies it's people with magical powers

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Avengers, Tony/any or gen, Watcher Coulson thinks that Tony is the most frustrating vampire slayer he's ever seen

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“Stark,” Coulson starts, clipped but calm. “A slayer is supposed to stake vampires, not sleep with them.”

Tony grunts as he reaches for a shirt. The vampire sharing his bed scowls and gives Coulson the finger.

“Sorry Coulson – I must have slept through that lesson.”

“There was no lesson. Common sense means I’ve never needed to give a lesson on it.”

“Well there you go then!” Tony says as he pulls on his T-shirt. “You should know by now that I have zero common sense; you need to spell these things out for me.”

Coulson senses a headache coming. He keeps his expression neutral, however. “I’ll keep that in mind. I’ll also be sure to add in a lesson on exterminating demons rather than befriending them.”

“That was one time! And come on, Bruce is harmless. That whole rampage thing was one big misunderstanding. He’s better now – trust me.”

“I don’t think that would be wise.”

“Don’t be like that Coulson,” Tony says as he slips into his jeans. “Just because I’ve had a few bad ideas recently doesn’t mean I’m untrustworthy.”

“A few bad ideas,” Coulson deadpans.

“OK, maybe a few more than a few. In my defence: most of those were good ideas – I just have incredibly bad luck.”

Coulson gives him a quietly judgemental look. Tony shrugs it off as he always does and leans over to kiss the highly amused vampire still in his bed.

“See you later babe. You better see yourself out or Coulson will stake both of us.”

The vampire salutes the suggestion and Tony grins. Coulson suppresses a sigh and exits the bedroom. He hears the young slayer follow him and silently wonders what he did to get this assignment. Why couldn’t he have been sent to New York to watch over the gallant Steve Rogers, or to New Mexico to train Clint Barton, or even to Russia to work with Natasha Romanov? No, instead he had been assigned to Tony Stark – the most frustrating vampire slayer he’d ever met.

“Hey, Coulson, can we stop for coffee on the way to wherever it is we’re going? I need caffeine like a car needs gas and I’m running very low on gas at the minute.”

This time Coulson does sigh. Definitely the most frustrating slayer he’s ever met.

Re: Tony Stark - Vampire Slayer

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Re: Tony Stark - Vampire Slayer

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Re: Tony Stark - Vampire Slayer

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Suits, Donna/any (crossovers welcome too), Donna is a sword-warrior who ends up working with a wizard/magician/witch

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Supernatural, Benny/Dean or Cas or Lenore, kept in line

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Once Upon a Time, Hook/any male character, rough kiss

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But yes to this prompt. Yes, yes, yes! I have a feeling Hook could charm anyone, really.

Once I have some time to write this, I'm gonna.

Re: No fill yet...

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