Crossover Crack Meme!
Stolen from moodswingers
1. Write down the names of 10 characters.
2. Write a fic of fifteen words or less for every prompt, using the characters determined by the numbers. Do NOT read the prompts before you do step 1.
Doing two characters per fandom, but not next to each other. We'll see how it goes. Also, I'm totally ignoring the wordcount and just making them as small as possible.
1. Dean Winchester (SPN)
2. Arthur Pendragon (Merlin)
3. Jack Harkness (Torchwood)
4. Jack Sparrow (PotC)
5. Malcom Reynolds (Firefly)
6. Sam Winchester (SPN)
7. Merlin (Merlin)
8. Ianto Jones (Torchwood)
9. Hector Barbossa (PotC)
10.River Tam (Firefly)
- First time, 4 and 6 (Jack Sparrow/Sam Winchester)
Jack turns around drunkenly, and his eyes travel up and up and up, leagues of golden-brown muscle under a sheen of sweat unfurling themselves before his gaze. A bare hint of a smirk slinks onto his lips as he speaks. "Oh yes, love, you'll do just fine."
- Angst, 7 (Merlin)
He can hardly look at Arthur anymore. Today the prince is shining and golden, full of life and laughter. But Merlin has seen him on the brink of death so many times, and perhaps the last time was just one too many. All he can see now is Arthur cold, pale, and lifeless, a corpse just waiting to be born.
- AU, 1 and 8 (Dean Winchester/Ianto Jones)
Dean's gripping the arms of his seat tight as the beverage cart comes rattling down the aisle of the plane.
"Care for a beverage, sir?"
He glances up at the flight attendant...then glances again. By the third look, he's almost forgotten he's thirty thousand feet in the air and only separated from death by a few lousy engines. The man in the aisle leans in and offers him a tiny plastic cup filled with ice, and it's all Dean can do not to grab him by the tie and haul him down onto his lap right now. All traces of nervousness melt away, and Dean feels himself ease back into familiar territory.
"So," he says, checking the man's name badge and flashing a cocky grin, "Ianto. Ever thought about joining the mile-high club?"
- Threesome, 3, 6, and 9 (Jack Harkness/Sam Winchester/Hector Barbossa)
Jack rolled his eyes. They really would have to do something about that pesky time hole that kept opening in the closet, because it kept leading him into situations like this.
"Look," he said, using his best 'take charge and calm the damn team down' voice, "why don't we all just talk about this? Put the guns down, just for a minute? We can always shoot each other later if we really want to."
The pirate and the hunter stared at him, then looked at each other and shrugged. Jack grinned. Yeah, he still had it.
- Hurt/Comfort, 5 and 10 (Malcolm Reynolds/River Tam)
Mal groans inwardly and curses Inara under his breath in every language he can think of.
"River, honey, no. Go back to the doc. I'm fine. I can...uh...take care of this myself."
"But you're hurting. I can help, see?"
Her tiny hands slide gracefully over him, delicious friction on near-painful hardness, and he closes his eyes and forgets all about the special hell...if only for a moment.
- Crackfic, 1 (Dean Winchester)
Dean still doesn't know how he found his way into the "Homosexual Subtext of Supernatural" panel. He doesn't want to know. He wants to drink until he forgets it ever happened.
Hmm. Had Sam always been that tall? And muscular? And...
Oh, fuck.
- Horror, 10 (River Tam)
River's glad to be getting better. She really is. Simon has tried so hard, sacrificed so much, and his smiles are priceless when he looks at her and she looks back, clear and rational and here, in his reality.
But she's losing all the poetry of the universe, words slipping through her fingers, and she knows she'll never be able to get it back.
- Babyfic, 5 and 9 (Malcolm Reynolds/Hector Barbossa)
The two captains stare at the wailing bundle laying on the deck between them. Then they look up at each other and speak at the same time.
"You get it."
"You get it."
- Dark, 2 and 8 (Arthur Pendragon/Ianto Jones)
Ianto spends much of his time reading when the rest of the team is away, and lately he's been whiling away the time with a new version of the standard Arthurian legend. The author has taken some serious liberties with the story - in fact, it hardly bears more than a passing resemblance to the original - but it's entertaining, to say the least.
By the time he reaches the end, he's almost crying, tears welling up behind clear blue eyes. He feels for Arthur - so much power, and yet completely unable to make his own choices when it came to love - and wonders what might have been if he and his servant had been born into a different time, place, dimension.
When Jack and the team come back, Ianto tucks the book into the very back of the shelf, hiding it away from curious eyes. Jack is, after all, a romantic, and you never did know what crazy ideas he might come up with when that romantic streak comes out.
- Romance, 4 and 7 (Jack Sparrow/Merlin)
"I can do magic," Merlin says.
Jack looks markedly unimpressed. "I've been undead twice."
Merlin bows his head. "All right, you win, you bastard," he says grumpily, but he can hardly keep from grinning.
- Deathfic, 2 and 3 (Arthur Pendragon/Jack Harkness)
Jack wasn't quite sure what to do - this was more the Doctor's kind of thing, saving important historical figures from anachronistic dangers.
In the end, it was Jack who threw himself in front of the bullets, Jack who let his body be ripped to shreds as the newly-crowned king stared in shock from behind him.
As his eyes fluttered closed, Arthur cradled his head in his lap and said, sounding kingly already, "Your sacrifice shall live on, my good sir. I shall build a monument to you that cannot be ignored and will not be forgotten, one that will outlive and outlast us all."
Jack raised his eyebrows. "Actually..." he started, but there was no more breath, and he faded...for the time being.
That was fun, although some of them were harder than I thought they'd be!
1. Write down the names of 10 characters.
2. Write a fic of fifteen words or less for every prompt, using the characters determined by the numbers. Do NOT read the prompts before you do step 1.
Doing two characters per fandom, but not next to each other. We'll see how it goes. Also, I'm totally ignoring the wordcount and just making them as small as possible.
1. Dean Winchester (SPN)
2. Arthur Pendragon (Merlin)
3. Jack Harkness (Torchwood)
4. Jack Sparrow (PotC)
5. Malcom Reynolds (Firefly)
6. Sam Winchester (SPN)
7. Merlin (Merlin)
8. Ianto Jones (Torchwood)
9. Hector Barbossa (PotC)
10.River Tam (Firefly)
- First time, 4 and 6 (Jack Sparrow/Sam Winchester)
Jack turns around drunkenly, and his eyes travel up and up and up, leagues of golden-brown muscle under a sheen of sweat unfurling themselves before his gaze. A bare hint of a smirk slinks onto his lips as he speaks. "Oh yes, love, you'll do just fine."
- Angst, 7 (Merlin)
He can hardly look at Arthur anymore. Today the prince is shining and golden, full of life and laughter. But Merlin has seen him on the brink of death so many times, and perhaps the last time was just one too many. All he can see now is Arthur cold, pale, and lifeless, a corpse just waiting to be born.
- AU, 1 and 8 (Dean Winchester/Ianto Jones)
Dean's gripping the arms of his seat tight as the beverage cart comes rattling down the aisle of the plane.
"Care for a beverage, sir?"
He glances up at the flight attendant...then glances again. By the third look, he's almost forgotten he's thirty thousand feet in the air and only separated from death by a few lousy engines. The man in the aisle leans in and offers him a tiny plastic cup filled with ice, and it's all Dean can do not to grab him by the tie and haul him down onto his lap right now. All traces of nervousness melt away, and Dean feels himself ease back into familiar territory.
"So," he says, checking the man's name badge and flashing a cocky grin, "Ianto. Ever thought about joining the mile-high club?"
- Threesome, 3, 6, and 9 (Jack Harkness/Sam Winchester/Hector Barbossa)
Jack rolled his eyes. They really would have to do something about that pesky time hole that kept opening in the closet, because it kept leading him into situations like this.
"Look," he said, using his best 'take charge and calm the damn team down' voice, "why don't we all just talk about this? Put the guns down, just for a minute? We can always shoot each other later if we really want to."
The pirate and the hunter stared at him, then looked at each other and shrugged. Jack grinned. Yeah, he still had it.
- Hurt/Comfort, 5 and 10 (Malcolm Reynolds/River Tam)
Mal groans inwardly and curses Inara under his breath in every language he can think of.
"River, honey, no. Go back to the doc. I'm fine. I can...uh...take care of this myself."
"But you're hurting. I can help, see?"
Her tiny hands slide gracefully over him, delicious friction on near-painful hardness, and he closes his eyes and forgets all about the special hell...if only for a moment.
- Crackfic, 1 (Dean Winchester)
Dean still doesn't know how he found his way into the "Homosexual Subtext of Supernatural" panel. He doesn't want to know. He wants to drink until he forgets it ever happened.
Hmm. Had Sam always been that tall? And muscular? And...
Oh, fuck.
- Horror, 10 (River Tam)
River's glad to be getting better. She really is. Simon has tried so hard, sacrificed so much, and his smiles are priceless when he looks at her and she looks back, clear and rational and here, in his reality.
But she's losing all the poetry of the universe, words slipping through her fingers, and she knows she'll never be able to get it back.
- Babyfic, 5 and 9 (Malcolm Reynolds/Hector Barbossa)
The two captains stare at the wailing bundle laying on the deck between them. Then they look up at each other and speak at the same time.
"You get it."
"You get it."
- Dark, 2 and 8 (Arthur Pendragon/Ianto Jones)
Ianto spends much of his time reading when the rest of the team is away, and lately he's been whiling away the time with a new version of the standard Arthurian legend. The author has taken some serious liberties with the story - in fact, it hardly bears more than a passing resemblance to the original - but it's entertaining, to say the least.
By the time he reaches the end, he's almost crying, tears welling up behind clear blue eyes. He feels for Arthur - so much power, and yet completely unable to make his own choices when it came to love - and wonders what might have been if he and his servant had been born into a different time, place, dimension.
When Jack and the team come back, Ianto tucks the book into the very back of the shelf, hiding it away from curious eyes. Jack is, after all, a romantic, and you never did know what crazy ideas he might come up with when that romantic streak comes out.
- Romance, 4 and 7 (Jack Sparrow/Merlin)
"I can do magic," Merlin says.
Jack looks markedly unimpressed. "I've been undead twice."
Merlin bows his head. "All right, you win, you bastard," he says grumpily, but he can hardly keep from grinning.
- Deathfic, 2 and 3 (Arthur Pendragon/Jack Harkness)
Jack wasn't quite sure what to do - this was more the Doctor's kind of thing, saving important historical figures from anachronistic dangers.
In the end, it was Jack who threw himself in front of the bullets, Jack who let his body be ripped to shreds as the newly-crowned king stared in shock from behind him.
As his eyes fluttered closed, Arthur cradled his head in his lap and said, sounding kingly already, "Your sacrifice shall live on, my good sir. I shall build a monument to you that cannot be ignored and will not be forgotten, one that will outlive and outlast us all."
Jack raised his eyebrows. "Actually..." he started, but there was no more breath, and he faded...for the time being.
That was fun, although some of them were harder than I thought they'd be!