Summary - Crowley finds a certain plush by the entrance of the bookshop. Confused, baffled, and slightly scared he goes to talk to Aziraphale.
Is on Ao3!
“Angel, what is this?” Crowley sneered as he turned the corner to find Azirphrale rearranging books on his shelf. Even though he never sells any of them, rearranging and collecting is what keeps the angel busy. Other than working on his magical skills, trying new foods, reading, or spending time with Crowley. He would never tell anyone, but that is one of the things that makes the angel so endearing and inviting him.
He stopped and faced the taller man that was holding the plush by the neck. It was an amusing thing, a tall grown man squeezing the neck of a small innocent reptile that stared at the man with no thought in the world.
Smiling, “That, my dear is you. Maggie and Nina found it at a gift shop not far from here and entrusted me with his care.”
Crowley narrowed his eyes at the other - which Aziraphale could not see as he was wearing his darkened glasses - and frowned. He moved his hand to look at the small creature. Turning it over a bit to see all the angels. The small scaly but seemingly soft black serpent stared back at Crowley with its gold eyes glistening from the light that came from the shop window. It looked like he was a shrunken pathetic version of himself. Hell, its underbelly was even red! How could they know what his serpent form looks like? As Azirphale would put it, “was this some tom foolery?”
“Why did they give you a plush that looks like me? They don’t know if I am a demon! They just think I am a gloomy bloke who drinks too much coffee.”
Aziraphale put the last book into the shelf and wringed his hands, “Well... I may have mentioned that I liked snakes, specifically black ones, when a small kid asked if I liked reptiles. Maggie overheard my conversation, and I guess she relayed it onto Nina. And they know my favorite color so…” he was flustered as a slight blush dusted his cheeks.
“Are you kidding?” Crowley said, but there was no heat. He shook his head and huffed a laugh. “Here I was thinking that I slipped up and revealed my other form.” He placed the snake on a stack of books next to his plants, “Now looking at him, he is a rather devilishly handsome fellow.”
“Hmm, I would rather say cute.” Aziraphale said, standing beside the redhead.
Crowley sputtered, “Cute? Demons are not cute. We are disgusting and evil creatures.”
“Is that so? Well, I would say that it is a lie. A handsome but cute demon is in this room.” Crowley looked back at the blonde and saw the gentle look that he gave the demon.
Heat rising, he frowned, “Oh shut it…”
Aziraphale chuckled, “Tea?” Crowley did not have to say anything as he went into the kitchen alongside his angel.
Summary - Bruno is tired of the ongoing case that seems to never end. It has been going on for two weeks now with no solid leads and a few short ends. To him, it felt like a wild goose chase.
His partner sensing his frustration, helps him out.
This is on Ao3!
“Fucking hell, at this pace the case is going nowhere,” I grumbled feeling suddenly dreary. A frown weighed down on my face glaring at the file in front of me. Suddenly, a remarkable light kick burst through the gloomy atmosphere.
Then another.
Then another….
Until I retaliated. A huffed laugh escaped the opponent as the challenge continued sparking life into the atmosphere.
It went on for minutes until I kicked a little too hard, “Ok! You win. You win!” Griffin said laughing as vibrant colors filled the room.
Shaking my head grinning , “serves you right to play footsie with me.”
Summary - Griffin stays at the office after everyone leaves to figure out what they were missing to complete a case. In detective fashion, late nights become stressful days with a suprise waiting for him in the morning.
This is on Ao3!
Tired.
So goddamn tired .
Eyes feel heavy with a slow, loud rhythm in my head. Coffee could only do so much as the words blurred. Rubbing my eyes, I looked back at the document - hopeful. Gritting my teeth, I laid my head on the desk.
Once my eyes opened, I lazily looked up to see the file laid next to me and a brown bag with a bottle of water next to it. Feeling warm with fabric that touched my neck, I read the note attached to the bag:
“Take a break Batman. Remember, I am your Superman. - Love Terry”
“Shit!” Dean cursed as he pinged the knife into the last of the demons. His heart thumped as he sprinted ducking and weaving through the thick forest that separated them.
Another shot rang out, this time occupied by a blood curdling scream.
Heart pounding, the man ran faster. Faster. Faster. The fastest he went, terrified of not getting to the scene in time.
Bang!
SAM
Throwing himself through the last of the bushes he found him tightly holding the colt.
“Sam…” overwhelmed he threw himself onto the other man not letting go.
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Remember-
“Hey Dean?”
“Yeah Sam?”
“When is dad coming back?”
“You know he's on a trip. ” Dean responded.
“Bobby?”
“Hunting trip.”
“Mom?”
“she's dea-”
“Judy?”
“Who?”
The boy nodded, “ Yeah, what about Ellen? Jo? Rufus? Charlie? Gabriel? Crowely?”
“Who? How do you know these names?” Dean demanded.
“Castiel?” A long pause, his throat felt like it was stuffed with cotton.
No
“You?”
Dean felt his world spinning. His heart started to beat rapidly, skin burning hot. Skin ripped from his carcass. It felt like an eternity, until he was intact again. An older man looking down past him, saddened.
So I decided to give drabbles a go. Idk if these are good or not but hey at least I tried. ^^
False heros -
“You know dad? You're my biggest hero!” A small boy exclaimed, wearing a plastic badge and held up a toy gun.
“Oh?”
“Yeah! I just want to be like you when I grow up. Fighting the bad guys. Being the good guys!”
The older man laughed, patting his son's head, “Just like me!” The boy giggled with glee looking up to meet his father's eyes. Meeting a face that was disgustingly distorted leaving no trace of familiarity. Ripping himself away from the grotesquely twisted being terrified, confused and uncertained.
“What is wrong Griffin? Don't you know who your father is?”
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Brightness -
Laughs rung out into the office radiating a warm atmosphere. One man is the conductor shining with a bright smile and wrinkles that crease with every sound. His posture relaxed.
Glancing at the pictures on the wall he saw a young boy. A sexual assault case that looms over the office engulfing the man and his light. The pictures oozed with sensations of Terror. Coldness. Confusion. Though the boy was smiling. Eyes halfway shut shinning through almost nauseating bright.
“Hey Bruno wanna go grab a drink?” Griffin called out grinning. Blinking, the boy was gone. Smiling, “sure, you're buying though.”
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So that was my crack at some drabbles. I'm trying to get hang of it as it is hard to shorten what you want to say. Since oneshots can be long and doesn't exactly have a limit. That is why this is a good challenge for myself.
Honestly so rusty with writing fanfiction, that my last completed fic was from high-school. Which that's even debatable bc I never published it and it was in beta 💀
So bare with me as my writing skills aren't great in the creative department. My skills are more keen in research papers not story telling.
Besides I'll probably flip flop between fandoms, and may disappear for a while from time to time. So heads up!
But the fandoms I will most likely hit is law order svu and supernatural. As those are the fandoms that are actively in my mind, and characters that I ship. There's other fandoms such as criminal minds, Pitt, Pokémon, that I enjoy but don't exactly ship any of the characters together (only a indulger of the fandoms).
I might try out Good Omens or some venom fics, however there's no guarantee on those.
Just note that I am a human being and can get burnt out. Especially a fandom such as svu since the ship that I am currently writing for is fresh so there's not much to delve into. As we barely know who Griffin is and if he will stay a regular past this season. So, I'm trying my best to write these characters to close as Canon as possible. However, it's been a while since I watched svu fully. That's why there will be a lot improvising, head canons, and Canon divergence.
So yeah, just kinda wanted to say something stuff.
Also I really don't write smut. I don't have any experience writing it so I'm not going to write it. I'll leave it to people who can write good smut without making it sound cringe and cheesy.
TW - slight suggestive content (but is very light. Played more for comedy)
Words - 554
Pairing - Jake Griffin/Terry Bruno
"I'm bored, there's nothing to do and I already finished my paperwork" Amanda groaned.
"Same here," Curry said as she plopped down on her chair.
“Hmmm why don't we play a card game?” Amanda suggested.
“A card game? What type?” Bruno asked he finished his last paper stacking it neatly on his pile of papers. He quickly scanned the rest of the office, noticing only his partner being the last to finish his paperwork.
“We could play uno?” Fin suggested.
“Eh too boring, what about uno no mercy? Didn't you, Liv, and Amanda play that one time?” Bruno asked Curry.
“Yeah but it was a nightmare.”
“I would play it,” everyone looked to Griffin who finally looked up from his desk, “I wouldn't mind playing the game.”
Bruno raised a brow, “Oh? But it's like monopoly. Supposedly ruins friendships.”
Griffin shrugged, “I'm not that competitive so it won't affect me.”
“Pfft- that's a lie. You're definitely competitive, it's written all over you.”
“That statement doesn't even make sense. Plus, when and why do you think I'm competitive?” Griffin asked, leaning in.
“First of all, you're a hothead. Short fuse. Short temper. Second of all when we played basketball with Sonny you felt like a rabid animal as you kept scoring points and keeping the ball from me and Sonny.”
Griffin made a sound and clicked his tongue, “Hey I can't help you two were slow. The name of the game is supposed to be fast.”
“I'm not done. Thirdly, we went on a team bonding meeting to play bowling and you crushed all of us.”
“Sounds like I'm just good at-”
“Fourth, the second most damning thing is that you got super heated when Curry suggested and brought a copy of super smash bros. You almost lost it when I won a round against you.”
“I did not,” Griffin huffed, crossing his arms.
Bruno leaned in close enough for only Griffin to hear and whispered, “Oh you did and I know what happened after we all left the office” Bruno winked. Griffin's eyes went wide and his face started to flush. He yanked himself back and blinked a few times.
The rest of the team witnessed the whole scene and were all confused at what happened. Why Bruno winked and why Griffin's face is tomato red. And why he was having such an intense reaction to whatever Bruno said.
“Fine, we won't play no mercy uno,” Griffin grumbled out. Bruno chuckled, “why don't we just play normal uno without stacking or special sevens and zeros?”
“Sure, I get the deck.” Fin said, “I'll also invite Liv.”
“Good, I'm going to get something to drink,” Curry said.
“I second that”
“I third that”
Both Rollins and Velasco said.
All of them left the office leaving the two men who sit opposite of each other. One smirking while the other is cherry red. Bruno looked up to Griffin with a glint in his eyes.
“Don't.”
“Don't say another word,” Griffin warned.
“What? I wasn't going to say another word” Bruno said innocently, putting his hands up in surrender.
“But what I will say is the most damning evidence is you in be-”
“I'm going to get a drink as well!” Griffin squeaked out as he suddenly got up escaping to safety. Hearing Bruno laugh behind him.