fandom: marvel avengers 2012
rating: mild nc17
summary: For the avengers meme, which asked for an AU where Thor was kicked to earth a long time before the movie, so that the ‘soldier of fortune’ assessment by Coulson is actually true. Or in which Tony’s Epic Strategy to Get Into Agent Blake’s Pants doesn’t always go well.
I think the only way for me to purge ficbunnies is to write them out. This one has been eating at me for weeks, ever since I saw some mention of reverse!Supernatural AUs, yeah, the ones where Castiel is the human hunter and Dean is the guardian angel.
So, um, here’s mine. As usual, it’s a Destiel fic, it’ll start at PG13 and probably stay there for a while, and hopefully it won’t run on forever. D:
I think I’ll reverse almost everything - make all the humans angels (Bobby, Pamela, the Harvelles, Rufus etc) and make almost all the angels humans (the archangels might be the exceptions, I haven’t decided). And yeah, I’m aware that this adds one more to my massive list of WIPs…
Ever since starting my graphic design course the muse is actually working full time on my homework, so I actually have less creative energy to write now (though I love life a hell lot more in general I have to admit ^^). But I’ll try.
Title: Your Guess And Mine [3/?]
Fandom: Sherlock BBC AU
Rating: R+to date
Notes: Amnesiac!Moriarty AU. I’ve moved the fic to AO3. Hopefully this will motivate me to remember to finish it. ;o [link to AO3 here] And um, yeah, I’m meant to work on ME3…
“moar #moran-verse pls?? :D”
If we’re lucky, the lovely manic-intent will write a little prompt to go along with it ;)
The Gerber LHR combat knife in its sheath is really for show; Sebastian is passable with a knife, but he doesn’t have the speed, or the quicksilver deftness of a knife-fighter. Still, guns aren’t allowed in the underground circuit, and the knife’s more of a warning than anything - he won’t need anything more than his fists for this lot, but he isn’t really looking for that sort of trouble.
Ray “Cueball” Stiltson skulks in a corner of the chambers under the old theatre, sorting bets, and he looks up sharply when the hired muscle beside him huffs and straightens. Sebastian nods at Cueball, thumbs hooked in his knife belt, and the bookie rubs his palm nervously over his shaved scalp. ”Hi, um, Seb.”
"Ray. It’s been a while."
"You, um, you looking to place a bet?" Cueball asks, going nervously through his ledger. "The next fight’s in fifteen minutes. I could, I could give you a slip."
"I was looking to get placed back into the brackets," Sebastian replies quietly.
Title: Exceptional Circumstances [14/14]
Pairing: Dean/Castiel, implied Gabriel/Balthazar
Rating: NC17 overall, but mostly PG13 tbh
Summary: In which Dean Winchester accidentally becomes a semi-angel, and yet somehow shit still never comes easy. Finished the fic, finally. :) I think it got a little away from me at the end Enjoy?
Submitted by: 10DaysOrLess.tumblr.com
Dean had been expecting a demon, or another 700 year old witch (seriously, someone needed to start up Centuries Old Witches Anger Management Anonymous), or some sort of monster that only Bobby would have ever heard of. What had stood in the doorway of the abandoned warehouse, however, after their summoning… had been a scrawny little kid.
The boy only came up to about Dean’s shoulder. Brilliant blue eyes watched him expressionlessly under a hopeless tangle of dark brown hair, and the kid was dressed in some sort of horrible Catholic school uniform, with a dark blue blazer, khaki pants, collared shirt and a red and blue striped tie. All in all, probably one of the least scary things Dean had ever seen.
And then the kid walked into the warehouse, and the lights above shorted out in tinkling bursts. He had then proceeded to easily take out Bobby and disarm Dean, and, after much cajoling and persuading, had agreed to follow them back to Bobby’s place, where he sat on one of the kitchen stools, feet dangling. Bobby and Dean had snuck off to try and do some furtive research about exorcising angels from kids, leaving Dean to keep it distracted.
A goddamned kid. ”I can’t believe that you possessed a kid,” Dean muttered again.