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Last year, I issued a request for crossover challenges, and wrote snippets for them. I got damn near all of them done (I never finish every challenge for these things, I'm afraid; some of them just don't gel for me) and had a lot of fun. So I'm gonna do another round.
Pick a crossover of fandoms from this list - I'm willing to try a fandom not on the list (no, Alex, not that one), as long as a) I'm familiar with it and b) you can offer a specific thing you're looking for - and you can offer a scenario too, if you want. I might use it, I might use part of it, I might use someone else's instead, I might ignore it altogether, but go ahead and throw one out there.
Supernatural
Buffy
Angel
Les Miserables
Doctor Who
Torchwood
The Sarah Jane Adventures
Dollhouse
Gossip Girl
The Fix
Ultraviolet
Red Dwarf
Pick a crossover of fandoms from this list - I'm willing to try a fandom not on the list (no, Alex, not that one), as long as a) I'm familiar with it and b) you can offer a specific thing you're looking for - and you can offer a scenario too, if you want. I might use it, I might use part of it, I might use someone else's instead, I might ignore it altogether, but go ahead and throw one out there.
Supernatural
Buffy
Angel
Les Miserables
Doctor Who
Torchwood
The Sarah Jane Adventures
Dollhouse
Gossip Girl
The Fix
Ultraviolet
Red Dwarf
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Edit: Bonus if there is argument about whether Aziraphale or Crowley gets to take credit for Javert. Not necessary, if you get a plotbunny leading in a completely different direction, but it would be immensely entertaining.
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...Oh God I want to read that last LIKE BURNING.
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Crowley's unexpected bathroom break
After Crowley finished dealing with that, he decided a nap was in order. Humanity scared the he - the heaven right out of him sometimes, it really did.
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Above the Cafe Musain was a small attic. Curiously enough, for the entirety of the nineteenth century, not a single human being noticed it was there. It was occupied for that span of time, too - except for about half an hour or so in 1832.
The interesting thing about adopting human habits like sleeping and eating and so on is that sometimes you didn't get to pick and choose. If a demon slept long enough, his body would, without consulting him, decide that it had a bladder, and that said bladder needed emptying, and there was little the demon could do except comply. So, in 1832, Crowley woke to answer Nature's misplaced siren song.
As he did so, it occurred to him that there was some kind of ruckus going on. This was nothing unusual; Paris was, in Crowley's experience, a ruckus-prone sort of city. But this, it seemed to him, was a very specific-sounding ruckus. Once he noticed that, of course, it was all over - it pushed him just far enough into wakefulness that there was no way he was going to get back to sleep until things quieted down. Resigned, he shuffled downstairs.
It didn't surprise him overmuch to find the place mostly full of students. Nothing much good ever came of putting ideas in young people's heads, which was why Crowley was such a fan of education. As long as it was properly administered, at least. He looked around for a moment, trying to decide which of them was least likely to try to kill him. He could keep himself shielded from their notice, but once he drew someone's attention he couldn't necessarily control how they responded to him. Being on the wrong end of a gun in a twitchy student's hands was just a bad idea, especially when that student didn't know him from - well. Anyone.
At last, though, he spotted a likely candidate fast asleep at a table, bottle of absinthe next to his head. A boy after Crowley's own heart, if he'd had one. He takes a seat and gives the boy a nudge.
"What is going on? Is this a revolution? Didn't you lot just have one of these?"
The boy blinks at him, going through the process of waking at a Crowley-assisted accelerated speed, then takes a breath.
All demons have a sixth sense for tedium. Tedium is a very important part of Hell. And for Crowley, there was nothing more tedious than a speech. The longer they went, the more he wondered if he'd been pulled back down to Hell without anyone mentioning it. Alarm bells clanged in his head and he glared at the boy, gving him the full force of his demon eyes.
"Ten words or less," he hissed. The boy pulled up short, blinked some more, then asked,
"Has the fighting started yet?"
Crowley sighed and gestured toward the bottle. "Are you going to finish that?"
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~ROFL~ BRILLIANT. ~THROWS ROSES~