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Johnlock, “Oh Dear, Do You Need Help??” :3

“Oh dear, do you need help?” John couldn’t help the smirk in his voice.

“This is not funny, John.” Sherlock tried to turn again in the tight space.

“Oh no, you’re the one with the short friend. If you’re a bit stuck with your long legs and arms, that’s not my problem. Maybe I should call Greg, he’d love to get video of this.”

“Don’t you dare,” Sherlock hissed, trying to leverage himself out.

John let him stew a few minutes before finally taking pity on him and helping him out of the space.“No more climbing through crawlspaces,” said John.

“Wouldn’t think of it,” grumbled Sherlock

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“He’s dead, let’s move on.” Sam/Gabriel (yes I’m horrible)

Gabriel grabbed Sam’s arm. “He’s dead, let’s move on.”

Sam tried to pull away, only to find that he might as well try to budge a planet.

“We promised we’d help him.”

“And we tried, Kiddo. We can’t help him now.”

Sam turned his head at the note of resignation in Gabriel’s voice. The angel met his eyes.

“We can still solve this case.” Sam’s voice was as steely as Gabriel’s grip.

After another moment of studying his eyes, Gabriel gave a short nod. “Okay.”

Sam smiled at him and this time Gabriel let go of his arm.

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Sabriel, “Can I skip dinner and go right for dessert?”

Sam got the door of the restaurant for Gabriel. The angel had promised to try a normal date, just the two of them. As they were seated Gabriel eyed the dessert cart. “Can I skip dinner and go right for dessert?”

“No. Normal date.” Sam touched his foot under the table.

Gabriel rolled his eyes, but picked up the menu. Sam leaned across the table and kissed him. “I’ll make dessert worth it, I promise.”

“You better, Sammich.”

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Johnlock – “All you have to do is say, ‘yes'”

It didn’t matter how many times John had rehearsed this in head. He was still anxious as Sherlock walked back into the flat.

The detective eyed him a moment, then walked over to his chair. Before John could react, Sherlock was on one knee in front of him, pulling the box out from he’d tucked it between his leg and the chair.

Flushing, John looked down at him. “What are you doing?”

“Proposing. Obviously. Will you marry me, John?”

“But…I was going to ask you.”

“Come now, John. All you have to do is say yes.”

“Yes. You arsehole.”

Smiling, Sherlock took the ring from the box and put it on his own finger before leaning up to kiss him.

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Mystrade with “You look like you could use a hand.” :D

Greg had noticed the red headed student around campus a few times, but had never found an opportunity to say hello. Now he looked like had his hands full with some presentation or other.“You look like  you could use a hand,” he said, taking one of the bulkier objects from him.

He got a glare in response, but there wasn’t an effort to take it back either. “Greg Lestrade,” he said with a warm smile.

“Mycroft Holmes, and you’re the captain of the rugby team. I know who you are.”

Greg shrugged. “Major presentation today?”

“Obviously.” Mycroft started walking again, letting Greg trail in his wake. Apparently he wasn’t worried about Greg running off with his stuff. They went into the classroom and Mycroft set things down before taking it from Greg and starting to set things up.

Greg watched him a moment, but since Mycroft was clearly busy, he turned to leave.

“Gregory? Would you mind dropping this at the library for me?” Mycroft offered a book.

“Sure. See you around.” Greg took it and left him too it. The book was some dense tome about foreign policy by the looks of things. As Greg stepped outside he shifted the book in his hands and a piece of paper nearly fell out.

Smiling, Greg pulled it free and opened it, glancing back at the building before pocketing Mycroft’s phone number.

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So, it’s not on your list, but it’s also not an notp, so: Jack Harkness/Mycroft Holmes, and the line “Why are you hugging me?”

I actually do have one Mycroft/Jack pwp fic (Summoned). This one isn’t pwp though:

Mycroft Holmes was used to Jack Harkness acting strangely. Still, he was usually respectful of his personal space. “Why are you hugging me?” he asked, standing stiffly.

“There’s a sniper behind me and you’re the target,” Jack said in his ear.

Pulling away from the hug, Jack kept an arm slung tight around him, making a show of being his usual self while keeping the official tucked in close and protected. Jack escorted him from the plaza. There was the muffled sound of a silenced firearm in the distance. “And now you’re perfectly safe. Or at least as safe as you usually are.”

Mycroft gave him a bemused smile. “Thank you, Captain.”

“Anytime,” Jack winked at him and got the door of the black car pulling up to the kerb. “Keep your head down.”

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Sam and Dean lose track of the days sometimes, out there on the road. So when they come back to the bunker and open the door on what smells like a feast, they were momentarily confused.

“Is that pie?” asked Dean, moving a bit cautiously.

Out of the kitchen came Jack, in an utterly ridiculous apron. “Come on and eat. It’s Thanksgiving.”

They headed down and sure enough Jack and Castiel had fixed an enormous spread. Charlie and Dorothy came around too. They even found Crowley skulking around and made him eat an enormous serving of marshmallow sweet potatoes.

Jack looked around at everyone smiling and laughing and enjoying the moment and gave a silent thanks for the families he’d made for himself. Castiel appeared by his side and took his hand. They didn’t need to speak, they were thinking the same thing.

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reclusiveq and I were talking about Bucky wielding Mjolinor and so I wrote this:

Bucky wasn’t even supposed to be here. This wasn’t his fight. He was still watching Steve from a distance. But it wasn’t going well. And as Steve was thrown backwards Bucky picked up the shield and charged at the enemy. Thor landed on his back, letting go of his hammer. Bucky scooped it up without though and brought it down, smashing an arm and blocking the counter attack with Steve’s shield. It ducked down and Bucky got it in the head. It fell, twitching.

Breathing heavily, Bucky turned to find the others staring at him. Self-consciously he moved to give Thor back his hammer. Natasha was helping Steve to his feet.

“You are worthy,” said Thor, surprise in his voice.

“What?” Bucky wanted to slink off, didn’t like so many eyes on him.

“Only those who are worthy may wield Mjolinor. You are worthy, my friend.”

Steve was grinning at him as Bucky handed the shield back. “Come on. You can stop hiding now.”

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Superwood Halloween Ficlet

Captain Jack Harkness adjusted his tiara and smoothed his pink satin dress. “Ready, Prince Charming?” he turned and smiled at Castiel.

The angel was dressed in something vaguely resembling a uniform, with a sash across the chest. “I still don’t understand the purpose…”

“It’s having fun,” said Jack leaning in to kiss him before taking his arm. “And we need to blend in.”

It didn’t take long for them to arrive at the party. Heads turned, mostly staring at Jack, but he simply smiled back at them. The party was full of all sorts as the moved around and mingled.

“You some kind of fairy?” one guy, obviously a bit drunk, growled at Jack.

“No, I’m a princess,” answered Jack, touching his tiara. “I’m not the one with wings. Though…” he leaned a little closer. “I bet I could make you see stars.” He winked.

The guy looked about to take a swing for a moment, but then Castiel was stepping between the two of them. Apparently a ticked off angel had a glare to make almost anyone back down, because the drunk guy muttered something and stumbled off.

Castiel turned to Jack. “I do believe the object of interest is in the attic.”

“You’re my object of interest,” grinned Jack. Castiel gave him a look. “I know, I know. Job. Lead on.”

As Jack gathered his skirts, Castiel led the way up a back staircase. They crept through the second floor and to another narrow staircase. There was a terrific sound and they both rushed, Jack nearly tripping, only to find two people already there.

Sam and Dean weren’t making any effort at costume, but they turned in unison at the sound of Castiel and Jack. Dean blinked and stared at the two. Sam took one look and then doubled over with laughter.

“Thought you two were three states over,” said Jack, smoothing his dress again and making sure he hadn’t ripped anything.

“Yeah well, clearly we’re not,” growled Dean.

Grinning, Jack moved towards Dean. “Well, since you’ve saved the day, here’s your princess.”

Dean held up his flashlight like it was a weapon. “Not one step closer, Harkness.”

Without missing a beat, Jack stepped to Sam, who was wiping his eyes, and swept him into short waltz, ignoring the daggers Dean was glaring at his back. When they finished Sam gave Jack a short bow.

“There’s still a party downstairs,” said Jack. “I think we should all celebrate.”

They headed back down. A fast song was playing and Jack pulled Castiel close, feet remembering steps and leading his angel.