Mix a Mah Toes Sis

[kellifer]

Now because of yesterday's meme I have a plague of story bunnies that I am adding to my ever-expanding list. These are ones I'm probably going to do something with when I'm done with Bangs and challenge fics.

- Clint/Darcy body!swap fic

"I've already checked out your junk, it's totally fine," she says, Darcy's lazy, sexy smirk is on his own face which is just damn unsettling and... wait-

"What?"

"I'm surprised you've held out this long. They are fantastic," Darcy says with a grin, flailing a hand at Clint's borrowed chest. He's nearly pulling a muscle not looking down there because he's trying to respect her privacy while simultaneously being in her body.

"Go back to the part where you've-"

"I thought these would help, like, everyone else," Darcy says, changing the subject because she's evil. She slaps him on the chest, just above the swell of one boob and Clint now has to look down, sees one of those name labels they use at conventions.

Hi, My Name Is Clint, no really, stop laughing.

- Derek/Stiles - Sookie!Stiles where he has a touch of fae blood, enough to be able to hear people's thoughts, except for werewolves which are blessedly quiet.

Stiles is at his desk and Derek is sprawled out on his bed behind and there's just... nothing. Blessed silence that Stiles even closes his eyes to absorb, breathing deep. "Don't fall asleep," Derek rumbles, not opening his own eyes. "You've got a concussion."

"I remember considering it was my head," Stiles says. "You're just being a bit of an unfair sleep tease."

"It's exhausting hauling your ass out of trouble," Derek says and then his eyes do slit open, gleam of gold-blue. His nostrils flare and he frowns. "Stop it."

"I'm not... I can't really control that," Stiles protests.

"I'm starting to not believe you," Derek huffs, flipping onto his belly so he can shove his face in Stiles' pillow. He jerks back abruptly and says, "God, do you have anything in your room that doesn't smell like you?"

"No?"

- Derek/Stiles - accidental baby acquisition.

"Grrr, were-baby attack!"

"Can you not do that?" Derek says, dodging Stiles and the baby that's being waggled at him. He's pretty sure the kid is passed the age where it's head has to be held but he's not sure there's any age where it would be Stiles-appropriate.

"We were just going to attack you with cuddles," Stiles says, pouting.

"Put it down."

"Where?" Stiles says, kind of managing to flail around the space with his arms while still holding the kid.

"Just... you'll get attached. You shouldn't."

"Ah, too late for that Obi Wolf Kenobi," Stiles says, jostles the kid and it doesn't look fussed about it in the least. Derek knows if he were being manhandled that way he'd have something to say about it, and loudly. "Dean and I-"

"Geez, don't name it," Derek groans, rubbing a tired hand down his face.

- Steve/Tony where Steve really lied on those forms and he's actually CANADIAN and at risk of being deported when they thaw him out, except Tony claims they're married.