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cloudy_fic ([personal profile] cloudy_fic) wrote2011-01-23 10:25 am
Entry tags:

FIC: Strange Love, R

Title: Strange Love
Author: CloudyJenn
Fandoms: Supernatural, SPN RPS, Inception, Star Trek: The Next Generation, Doctor Who, Torchwood, Star Trek 09, Cardcaptor Sakura, Fire Emblem, Sherlock (BBC), Star Trek: TOS, Stargate:Atlantis, Lord of the Rings, Harry Potter, The West Wing, Phoenix Wright, Tron
Pairings: Tons listed in the text
Rating: up to R
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me. I am making no profit from this fanfiction.
Warnings: crack
Summary: A ton of couples doing things.
Author's Notes: I took pairing prompts on Twitter a few times. Any and all slash pairings from my various fandoms and these are the results. Most are within 140 characters, though some are longer. I hope you enjoy!


Cas flops onto his other side and starts snoring in Dean's neck. Dean wraps his arms around Cas' waist and wonders when he started needing this ragged breathing in his ear to relax at night.


"Here, take this," Dean says as he plops Jill in Cas' lap. "Wait, Dean-"

"Nope, sorry. Gotta learn to hold the baby on your own. Good luck."


"Angels on trees? Kissing plants? Candy in socks?" Cas rants. "And you call me odd! This is-"

Dean kisses him. "Dude. Shut up."

Cas glares.

"It's ridiculous and you know it."


"I want candy canes."

Dean lifts an eyebrow at him.

"Do you even know what they are?"

Cas shakes his head.

"No, but they sound intriguing."


"And basically, you make up everything about your character. It's really lame, but Sam got me addicted to them in college."

"I see."

Thirty minutes later, Cas introduces his wizard, Misha, to Dean's cleric, Jensen.


Dean slumps into the house, feeling like utter shit. No more double shifts for him. There's only one thing he needs now. He cradles Cas' chin and flips his switch. Cas' eyes light up. "Good evening, Dean. How can I serve you tonight?"

Dean nods at the couch. "Sit." Cas obeys and Dean lays down, putting his head in Cas' lap. His muscles slowly relax. "Hmmm." And when Cas takes an unordered step, threading his fingers in Dean's hair, he only smiles softly and falls asleep.


Dean follows a trail of overturned furniture, puddles and broken dishes. He finds Cas passed out on the bed.

"Cas?" Dean shakes him awake. "What happened?"

"Bath time." Beside him, a now very clean Tucker happily wags his tail.


Cas thrusts hard once and then pauses. "Oh."

"Cas?" Dean pants.

"I forgot to post the phone bill," he says.

Dean gapes. "Seriously? You’re remembering this now?"


"I think maybe I might love you," Dean mumbles.

"That's not very definitive," Cas says.


"In any case, we should try kissing."

Dean nods, relieved.


Cas knees Dean's legs apart. "You must tell me if you like this," he says, fingers curling around Dean's cock.

"I, yes...what the fuck, yeah. Shit."

Cas tilts his head. "I don't know what that means," he confesses as he squeezes lightly.

"Oh god, me either.”


Dean nibbles at Cas' jaw.

"Wake up." Cas mumbles nonsense sleepily. "Wake up or I'll start without you." A long pause. "Wake up or I'll tickle-"

"I'm up," Cas announces with a worried look. Dean just laughs.


"Blow me, Cas," Dean says. Castiel glares. "No, I really mean it this time."

"Oh." A pause. "Very well."


"How often do you exercise these things?" Dr. Winchester asks as he stretches the wing high over Cas' shoulders.

The little gasp Cas lets out flashes heat through his body.

"Not often enough it seems," he pants and Dean knows he's gone.


"When are you going to marry him?"

"What?" Dean asks, surprised.

"Oh please," Sam says. "You've been in love with him since he complimented your Big Wheels."

"Shut up. My Big Wheels were awesome."

Sam rolls his eyes. "Go. Confess. Make out."


"Same time next week?" Castiel asks as he folds up the table.

", unless you come sooner. Not for a massage." He grins. "Unless it leads to that."

Cas looks him up and down. "Are you good at giving massages?"

Dean laughs.


Dean looks up in surprise. "Thought you were mad at me."

"I am," Cas confirms, tugging at his pants. "But I desire sex regardless."

"Oh. Awesome."


Dean pulls out of the kiss. "See? Told you."

Cas looks dazed. "Yes, that was very pleasing."

"I should say so," Sam calls from the other room. "You've been making out for an hour and forty minutes!"


Dean clings to Cas, still mostly asleep. "God, Cas. It sucked so bad. I was everyone, but you. Even..." he winces. "Even Sam."

Cas rubs his back. "It's alright. You're awake now. It's only me here."

Dean snuggles in.

"Thank fuck for that."


"But Daddy-"

"I said no. Now go clean your room or no Cas for a month."

Dean gasps, horrified. The worst punishment ever.


"We'll find a way to change you back," Cas promises. He scratches Dean's side, looking surprised when Dean's leg begins to thump hard against the ground. "It appears your canine self also enjoys touches to this area."


"Dean?" Novak gestures towards the front door. "Would you like some lemonade?"

Surprise flickers in Dean's mind. Since Novak hired him to landscape, he's done nothing, but stare at him through the front window. "Sure." Novak is weird and quiet, but cute. Sharing a drink won't be a hardship. Especially since the sun has Dean's shirt sticking to his back.

Once in the house, Cas begins leading Dean down the back hallway. "This the way to the kitchen?" he asks, confused.

Cas frowns. "It was my understanding that asking one in for lemonade was a euphemism for sex." Dean's surprise turns to shock and a hell of a lot of interest. "Is that wrong?"

Dean grabs his hand.

"No, not wrong at all."


Dean leans back on the porch railing and smiles. Cas' brand new Japanese garden looks amazing. Some of his best work, if he does say it himself.

"It's finished?" Cas hands him a glass of lemonade, which makes Dean snort. "Yep." He sips. "Gonna take a a lot of upkeep."

Cas drinks too. "Then you might have to live here. To help."

Dean grins behind his cup. "Sounds good."


Gabe twirls the towel while Sam brushes his teeth.

"If you smack my ass with that, you can kiss it goodbye," Sam warns.

Gabe considers him.

"God, it might be worth it anyway."

Sam throws the toothpaste cap at his head.


Gabe looks at his small box of expensive chocolate. "I guess you can have some," he says grudgingly.

"Oh I can't. I'm allergic to chocolate," Sam says.

"Really? So...all the chocolate...would always be mine?"

"I guess."

"Marry me."


"I don't love you," Sam confesses.

"I know," Gabriel says. "But you will."

He winks and Sam feels it start.


Sam opens the door into a street in Paris. "What..." He sighs. "I said no, Gabriel! No date!"

Gabriel appears at his side with a grin and a scone. "Your human language is far too primitive to understand."


Three hard banging noises, a crash and a string of curses assault Castiel's ears. He packs up his books. He'll get more studying done at Dean's apartment after all. Anything beats listening to Gabe and Sam copulate in the other room.


"So anyway, then there's the tree, which we put ornaments on-"

"Sam," Cas says as he begins unbuckling Sam's pants. "I do not care."

Sam's pupils dilate. "Oh. Right."


"It's creepy," Sam protests. "You've been stalking my brother for weeks."

"Not stalking, just...interested. Besides, I didn't know you. You, I'd stalk," Michael says with a winning smile.

Sam tries not to answer it, but he knows he'll say yes.


"Where'd you find that vessel?"

Michael looks down at his new form, a slight blond with black-brown eyes. "I created it for myself. Unless you'd rather I stayed in Dean?"

"No!" Sam blurts. "Really really not."


"Didn't I banish you?"

"You put a summoning rune on me," Crowley grouses.

Gabriel smiles. "Oh that's right. I knew that'd come in handy. C'mon, I'm horny."

Crowley considers putting up a fight, but realizes, he's kidding no one.


"Here." Crowley slaps the article down in front of the paper's editor.

"Attitude," Gabriel warns. "Or I won't blow you again."

"I loathe you."

Gabriel smirks. "Likewise."


"Come back here!" Crowley bellows. Bobby gives him the finger. "Someday, they'll invent a Devil's Trap for humans and I'll keep you in one for HOURS!"


"We could have a dinner party. Or a cocktail party or-" Crowley notices Bobby's horror. "Or a barbecue?"


Uriel glares while Castiel rambles on about Dean.

"Brother," he growls.

"What?" Castiel's face falls. "Oh. Forgive me, brother. I'm sure Sam Winchester will come around soon."


"Oh. Hi," Sam says. "Um...Cas isn't here. He's with-"

"I know where he is, boy," Uriel growls, embarrassed and angry by the set-up.

"Oh, I'm sor-" But Uriel's already flown away.


"Michael?" Castiel asks in whispered awe.

Michael lightly touches Castiel's cheek. "Castiel? Is it really you?" Michael breathes. He doesn't wait for an answer, just wraps his arms around the mate he's not seen for thousands of years.


"I just keep thinking. We should go into business together," Crowley muses aloud.

Balthazar raises an eyebrow. "Can't we just sleep together?"

Crowley considers it. "Fine."


"He was caught in the scroll room," she says.

Her colleague sighs. "Let me guess. With Balthazar?"

They exchange a knowing glance.

"When is Castiel not in Balthazar's company?"


"Didn't think I'd get out, did you?"

Crowley cringes. Nothing's worse than a pissy ex. Especially if he can think you out if existence.


Dean runs through the house, screaming at the top of his lungs. Gabriel counts to ten before pursuing him. The things he does for love. Well, love and really spectacular sex.


They look down at the world, so new and bright.

"Someday, this will belong to us," Lucifer says.

And in that moment, Michael sees their end.


"Hey, look, mistletoe," Dean says with a smirk.

"I'm not kissing you because of a stupid plant," Sam grumbles.

Dean snorts. "Just come here, you giant baby."


"And then in the 18th century...hang on, didn't you come over here to have sex?"

Sam stops to think. "Wow. We are really nerdy."


"That's it?" Dean snickers. "Dude, they're tiny."

Gabe flaps his small wings angrily. "I'll show you tiny," he growls, stalking towards him. Dean gulps.


They stare at their bookshelves full of Supernatural novels.

"It's weird now, isn't it?"

Damien nods.

"You wanna watch Star Trek?"

He grins. "Sure."


"Hey, Cas. I've got two words for you," Gabe says with a significant look in Dean's direction. "Spit roast."

Dean sighs.

"Fine. C'mon."


"Ok what can you possibly see in these two?" Dean asks, appalled.

"Well, they're smart and challenging. It's never boring-" But Dean's rolling his eyes, >o Sam makes a face and says, "They both have huge-"

"Okay, shut up, I'm sorry!"


The third time Jess catches Sam peeking at Gabe, she touches his arm.

"You know, honey, I think he's hot too." Sam's surprise makes her laugh. "C'mon, lets go see if he's busy tonight."


"Do the dishes," Andy says in a spooky voice.

"You know I'd kill you if you actually did that to me," Dean says.

"Yes, I do."


"I don't even get why you're here," Andy says. "It's not like I'm a Winchester."

Gabe snorts.

"That's exactly why I'm here."


"It could be worse," Dean pants as he watches himself drop to his knees. "Could be those fangirls were right about me and Sam."


"You're real?" Dean asks groggily. "I thought I dreamed you up."

Eames smirks. "Used to seeing my type in your dreams then?"

"Shut up," Dean grumbles.


"Oh you have one too?" Eames says as they watch Cas march off.

Dean grunts.

"Screw them then," Eames says. He wags an eyebrow. "Why wait when fun's right here?"

Dean considers him. "Yeah, okay."


Dom and Ariadne wince. "You know, considering how reserved they are, they're surprisingly loud," Ariadne comments, her eyes glued to the closet door.

Dom makes a face. "I didn't realize angels were so horny."

Jack Harkness/Sam

Jack openly leers at him. "Hey big fella, do those legs go all the way up?"

Sam's eyes widen. "Um... what?"

But Dean pushes him forward.

"Find out, please. He's not been laid in ages."


"Oh, that's perverse," Q says. "Even I'm offended by that."

Gabriel smirks. "Well?"

"Oh, why not."

Sam/Maya Fay

Sam watches Maya pack away the burgers. "Wow. You remind me of this guy I know. Cas."


He smiles. "Yeah, but his burger habit wasn't nearly so endearing."


"I don't like what this says about me," Misha says as Cas sucks a bruise on his jaw.

"Shut up," Cas commands.


Castiel tightens the ropes.

"No more requests," he warns. "You're in my reality now."

Misha groans softly, but doesn't complain.


"The best way is to just show you," Misha says. He grins as he unbuttons Cas' shirt. "Don't worry. Dean'll love this."


"Your name is Castiel."

"Castiel," he repeats.

Misha smiles. "I'm Misha. I'm your user."


This dream was seriously messed up, but as Dean kisses down his stomach, Jensen decides he just doesn't care.


"I stole these gummies from Jared," Misha says, tossing the bag to Gabe.

"No need to butter me up. I'm a sure thing."

Misha snorts. "No kidding, you slut."

Gabe winks at him and rips into his candy.


Dean pulls out of the kiss. "It's not really the same, is it?"

Misha studies his face, the same features, but such different emotions. "No, but it's close enough."


"This is weird," Dean mutters.

Castiel glares at him. Misha leans over to Dean.

"I don't think we're allowed to talk."


Cas' eyes widen and travel between both men sprawled out on the bed.

"He looks like he doesn't know where to start," Jensen says, amused.

Dean grins.

"C'mon, Cas. Dig in."


"I'd rather watch you," Cas says.

Jensen and Dean glance at each other. "Seriously?"

Cas' eyes darken.

"Oh yes."


Castiel tightens the rope, checking that it's unbreakable. He looks up.

"How is that side?"

Jensen taps another bit of rope. "He's not going anywhere." They smile at each other while Dean shuts his eyes and waits for what's coming.


"This is so weird," Misha says as Dean bares his neck to him.

"What's weird?" Jensen asks, his breath hot on the back of Misha's neck.

"You. You're so bossy in bed and Dean wants to be spanked all the time." Dean blushes. "You become different people in bed."

"You love it," Jensen says.

"Well, yeah."


Misha points above their heads and grins. Jensen frowns at the plant. "That's a bunch of oak leaves tied together," he points out.

"So? Kiss me anyway."

Jensen shrugs. "Okay."


Misha's hand creeps up Jensen's thigh.

"Where did you say you went to college, Mr. Ackles?" he asks Jensen’s dad.

Jensen is going to kill him before this Christmas dinner is over.


"Let's get married."

"This is our fifth date."

Misha shrugs.

"So? I know enough."

An hour later they're in front of a judge and Jensen's certain he's gone insane.


"Get in here," Misha growls.

"You're not Cas. That won't work on me." The glare Misha gives him could set Jensen's hair on fire. "Sorry," he says hurriedly, stumbling into the bedroom.


"I think we should roleplay!"

Jensen stares at him. "You want us to act like Dean and Cas while we fuck?"

Misha snorts.

"Oh no, I was thinking more about Bobby and Sam?"

"I'm going to kill you."


Jensen wakes abruptly. "Misha?"

"Go back to sleep."

A pause.

"Are you okay?"

Thunder rattles the windows.

"No," he mutters.

"Are you afraid of the storm?"

No answer.

"C'mere," Jensen says, tugging Misha under the blankets with him. "I'm from Texas. I know how to handle a good storm."


Misha has to very deliberately look away or he won’t through this lesson. He really wishes fucking Ackles would stop sucking on his pen in class.


"Hey! I'm great in bed," Jensen exclaims, flustered.

"I didn't say you weren't. I said you must not have to work to get people into bed," Misha explains.

"I work just as hard as anyone to please people," Jensen says angrily, grabbing Misha's hand. "C'mon, I'll prove it."



Jensen tilts Jared back in the styling chair.

"You have really beautiful hair," he says as his fingers slide into the now wet locks. Jared's not sure, but he thinks he might have fallen in love.


Misha rubs Jared's back.

"It's okay. You don't have to feel guilty for asking out the hot vet."

"It's like I'm capitalizing on their pain!" Jared wails. Misha sighs. It's going to be a long night.


Jared flops face down on Jensen's back. From under him, Jensen wheezes and struggles.

"I warned you this would happen if you didn't wake up," Jared says without sympathy.


"Dude, I gotta go walks the dogs." Jensen only clings harder and mumbles sleepily. "C'mon, Jen." A tired protest. "Okay, fine. If you want them to pee on your floor."

Jensen lets go, but glares at him.

"Not fair."

Jared kisses his forehead.

"I'll be back, you big baby."


"This is your new student teacher, Jared Padalecki."

Jared smiles, bright and innocent and Misha can see the future in it. He's going to break several important rules this semester.


Jared throws Misha onto the bed.

"Is this going to be a me Tarzan, you Jane kinda thing? Because I must say, you act way more like a Jane than I do," Misha says.

"Knew I should have invested in the ball-gag," Jared grumbles.

Jensen/Misha (Daemon!Verse)

"In the Jungle, the mighty jungle, the lion sleeps tonight," Dean sings at the top of his lungs.

"Aweeeeeeeee!" Jensen chimes in. Beside them, Misha clamps his hands around Castiel's ears.

Jensen/Misha (Twin!Verse)

"Misha, no," Jensen grumbles. "I'm not giving you road head in Dean's car."


"I don't know," Jensen hedges. "Is he hot?"

Misha shows him the photo, giving him a lascivious look.

Jensen caves. "Okay, yeah."

"Oh, I love you," Misha says.


Misha looks up from his work to see Jensen and Jared grinning at him from his doorway.


Jared shuts the door.

"What's going on?"

"You've been...cranky?" Jared says.

"A total bitch," Jensen corrects. "We're here to fix you," he adds as he peels off his t-shirt.

Misha opens his mouth to protest, but what comes out is, "Lock the door."


Misha cuddles up to Jensen and falls asleep. Three hours later, he is awakened when Jared decides to drape himself over Misha's back. For a split second, he panics. He'll be crushed under two enormous Texans and die. But then Jared digs under Misha's waist and pulls him atop his body without waking up.

"Thanks," Misha mumbles.


"I'm tired," Jared complains. "Just do each other."

Jensen and Misha exchange glances.

"Did you...did you just refuse sex?" Misha asks worriedly.

Jensen touches his forehead.

"Are you feeling alright?" he asks.

"Go 'way."

"You are sick! Misha, get the supplies."

Jared sighs.


"So...are...are we really going to do this?"

Cautious nods and smiles all around.

Jared glances towards the stairs.

"We're going to need a bigger bed."


Misha straddles one knee of Jensen's and one of Jared's. "Kissing contest!" he exclaims before attacking Jared's mouth with his lips.

Jensen watches with great interest.

"How do you tell who wins?" he asks after Misha pulls away.

"There's kissing," Misha says with a 'duh' tone. "Everyone wins."


"Come here often, sweetcheeks?"

Misha groans.

"Oh my god, start over," he says, pushing Jared away while Jensen snickers at a nearby table. "I cannot take you seriously as a fake hook-up if you talk like that."


"Hey, what's wrong?"

Jensen fakes a smile. "I'm good."

Misha and Jared exchange glances.

"You do realize you're dating the most stubborn people you know?"

Misha slings an arm around Jensen. "So what's it gonna be? Talking or fucking?"

Jensen sighs. "Fucking."


"So anyway, I miss you guys like crazy," Jared says. "Where's Misha? I haven't heard him. Put him on."

"Misha can't talk," Jensen says breathlessly. "He's...busy."

When it clicks, Jared grins.

"Dude, awesome."

Jensen/Misha/Matt Cohen

Jared smiles at Jensen and Matt's new third, Misha. "Boy, you sure have a type, Jen," he teases.


"No, I can keep going!"

Oscar watches Kieran struggle to lift himself up. "I don't think our great rivalry extends to the bedroom."

"But I can go again! You shall not best me at the game of love."

Oscar shoves him down. "Go to sleep."


Oscar hands him the package. Kieran's eyes brighten."Is this a symbol-"

"It's for our anniversary," Oscar cuts in. Kieran seems mildly disappointed and Oscar rolls his eyes.


"Have at thee!" Oscar blinks as Kieran lunges, but Mr. Geoffrey grabs Kieran's collar.

"Okay, calm down. I know you like fencing, but try not to kill the other students."


Miss Elincia sighs. For a five year old, Kieran is really quite determined. "You don't have to-"

"No!" He shouts. "Oscar finished twelve. I can do thirteen!"

Another sigh.


Reyson pokes at Tibarn. Nothing. Not even a flinch. He sighs. The hawk could sleep through an earthquake.


"Will you return home?" Saleh asks cautiously.

"Not if I have a reason to stay."

"Caer Pelyn could use a warrior protecting it."

Gerik grins. As if Saleh's protection were not enough. "In that case, I best stay."


"Here's a list of things I'd like for Christmas. I thought it'd save the agony of picking something since I'm sure you'll put too much stress on our 'first Christmas' together."

John takes Rodney's list. Christmas? It's almost Christmas?

"Um, great. Thanks," he says before trotting off to call the Daedalus before it leaves.


"I'm just saying, it'd be hot!"

McCoy reaches past Kirk to grab his PADD. "Jim, the bridge is always staffed. We're not fucking on the Captain's chair."

Kirk heaves a forlorn sigh. "It'd be hot," he says miserably.


"What do you do for the Vulcan New Year?"

Spock frowns.


"Screw nothing, we're getting drunk and making out."

After a moment's consideration, Spock nods.

"Very well."


"So we're agreed. No matter if she's Gryffindor or Slytherin, we'll be happy."

Draco rolls his eyes. "Fine."

Harry opens the letter. "Oh. Hufflepuff."

"What the-"

Harry claps a hand over Draco's mouth. "Happy for her."

Draco nods.


"Where's my wand?"

"I've hidden it."

Harry frowns at Draco. "Why?"

"Because you annoy me and you left the dishes undone."

Harry advances on him. "Give it to me or I'll hide it somewhere you will find very unpleasant."

"You wouldn't." At Harry's raised eyebrow, Draco huffs. "Fine." He goes to grab the wand. "But do the damn dishes."


"Again?" Lily asks.

James snorts. "Yeah, Remus really regrets teaching him that mistletoe spell."


Oliver watches the quaffle sail past Percy's head. "Seriously?"

"I told you I'm not good at this!"

Oliver snorts. "You're lucky you're cute, love."

Josh Lyman/Donna Moss

"What's this?"

"It's a note from the office of the First Lady's Chief of Staff. Do you want me to read it?"

Josh lunges for it. "No! I mean, no. No, thank you."

Josh Lyman/Sam Seaborn

"You'll have to work with a partner," his professor says.

Josh makes a face. "I don't want a partner. I'm not partner material." Josh is much better at delegating.

"Too bad. Meet Sam Seaborn."

Josh's complaints die on his lips. "Oh, hey, partner."

Miles Edgeworth/Phoenix Wright

"Mr. Edgeworth looks really grumpy today."

Phoenix watches Miles chew out a sobbing intern. "Oh, um. Yes."

He knew skipping morning sex was a bad idea.


"Look," Yukito say proudly. "I made a craft."

Touya stares at it. "Um....great?"

Yukito beams.

Doctor/Jack Harkness

"Oh. Hello, Jack."

Jack stares, then grins.

"Doctor? Wow...a bowtie?"

The Doctor pouts. "Bowties are cool."


"Goodnight then," Arthur announces.

The rest of the group glance at Eames. He shrugs. "Arthur prefers to pretend we aren't going to end up at the same place."

"Oh. In that case, goodnight," Dom says. Arthur scowls.


Sam steps off the boat and the land around him is a wonder, but the only thing he can see is Frodo.

"I'm here, Mr. Frodo. I’m home.”


Gimli rolls his eyes. "Come on, just ask him out."

Legolas glares at him. It's not that easy. After all, Aragorn is the class president and captain of the football team. "I will...tomorrow."

Gimli laughs. "I'll believe it when I see it."


"What happened with them?" Bregalad asks.

"Oh. Well, Treebeard broke up with him for being too hasty...if you know what I mean," Skinbark says. Bregalad winces.


Billy is light and sweet, good humor and bright smiles. Until they're alone.

"Get on the bed," he growls softly and Dom doesn't even think to disobey.


"Someday, this will all be ours!" Kevin shouts.

Tron frowns.

"It already is all ours."

Kevin's grin only widens.

"Man, you are so right. God, I love this place!"

The memory flashes through Tron's mind as he falls.


"Man, are you ever different from Alan."

Tron frowns. "That doesn't sound complimentary to Alan," he says, ever ready to defend his user.

Flynn laughs. "Hey, I like Alan just fine. But I gotta say." He winks. "I like you better."


He uploads the file and waits impatiently for the program to initialize. Tron blinks and shakes himself. "Kevin?"

His grin hurts his cheeks. "Hey, man. Welcome back."

Tron joins his side and they walk along the grid.


"Honestly," Lestrade says as he pushes a very surprised Sherlock onto the bed. "For a consulting detective, you can be blind as a bat."


"I don't have to let you work the next case," he says, annoyed.

Sherlock tosses him his discarded shirt. "Don't be stupid. And get dressed. Anyone could walk in, you know."


"Are we celebrating Christmas? Or is that...I don't know, too normal?" John asks.

Sherlock's lip curls. "I'm going to Mycroft's. He's insistent and will be unbearable otherwise. Even more so than usual."

"Oh, right. Well, I can just...I'll be ...I'm sure I can think of something."

Sherlock gives him an odd look. "You're coming with me."

"Ah." A smile tugs at John's mouth. "Right."


"I appreciate that you find my sleeping expression pleasing," Sherlock says, looking at the bags under John's eyes. "But if you don’t start sleeping at night, I'll start drugging you."


John picks up the phone. "Dr. Watson speaking."

"Yes, of course. I need your help," Sherlock says.

"What's wrong?"

"I'm at a standstill. Sex helps me think."

"You want me to leave work for sex?"

Sherlock huffs.

"For the case, John. Sex could save lives."

John sighs.

"Oh alright. I'll be there in half an hour."


John storms into the apartment. "You stole my wallet again!" he accuses.

Sherlock shrugs. "We needed groceries."

"You went shopping?" He looks into the kitchen. All of John's personal favorites. "Oh. Well. You could at least ask," he mumbles. Sherlock smirks.


John stares at him in shock. He rarely even comes to bed and now this? He'd have never guessed that Sherlock Holmes was a cuddly sleeper.

[identity profile] 2011-01-23 03:45 pm (UTC)(link)
*grins like idiot*

[identity profile] 2011-02-13 10:24 pm (UTC)(link)

[identity profile] 2011-01-23 06:53 pm (UTC)(link)
These were just completely wonderful

[identity profile] 2011-02-13 10:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Thank you!

[identity profile] 2011-01-23 07:30 pm (UTC)(link)
I loved them all :)

[identity profile] 2011-02-13 10:30 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm glad to hear it! :)
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[identity profile] 2011-01-23 10:02 pm (UTC)(link)
I adore these. <3

[identity profile] 2011-02-13 10:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Thank you! :)

[identity profile] 2011-01-23 10:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Keeping this up as a tab is one of the only things keeping me smiling today ♥♥♥

[identity profile] 2011-02-13 10:32 pm (UTC)(link)
I hope you are having more smiles today. *smishes you*


[identity profile] 2011-01-24 06:10 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, how I love your twit fics! So much information and feeling in such small small packages!

I read the SPN, SPN RPS and Sherlcok Holmes ones, and I loved them all! Very happy inducing!

[identity profile] 2011-02-13 10:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Thank you! Yaye for happy inducing! :)

[identity profile] 2011-01-24 06:11 am (UTC)(link)
OMG YOU MADE A TRON CROSSOVER!!!! YOU! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH! AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!! Tron and SPN are like two of my favorite things EVER and Cas is one of my favorite characters and YOU CROSSED THEM OVER I LOVE YOU SO MUCH. *flaps arms wildly*

[identity profile] 2011-02-13 10:39 pm (UTC)(link)
I did! I've considered writing a longer piece, if I ever get the time. These two worlds would crossover beautifully.

[identity profile] 2011-02-16 10:08 pm (UTC)(link)
I support this idea of you doing more, and if I knew how to fully go about it, I would beg to beta it for you.

[identity profile] 2011-02-12 04:26 am (UTC)(link)


seriously though, the things with aragorn as the captain of the football team made me laugh so hard my mom thought i was crying. ahahaha.

[identity profile] 2011-02-13 10:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Ahahah! :D So glad you had such fun reading these! Even if you worried your mom, lol.

[identity profile] 2012-04-08 12:14 pm (UTC)(link)
didn't know some of them but I loved the ones I knew!!