You know what...I'm very much used to being branded a pervert amongst perverts, so maybe some day I will do a ficface reveal for the public, but I don't care to do that yet. Pretty sure some people from my old fandoms could look at this post and figure out fairly quickly who it is.
But anyway, here are my Wednesday ships. I'm sure there are more.
I ship Thingclair, Wenovan, Stoned Werewolf AND Eunid/Beenid (together at the same time or separately, I like both Eugene* and Ajax for Enid), Divina/Yoko, Divina/Kent, Xavica (which I also think of as "Siren Song", since he accused her of sirening him), Walker/Barclay (I like them together, maybe Bianca can heal), Gatesmonster (this is a hate ship, I just think they're a fascinating "couple"), and Wensgene. Weems/absolutely anyone** because Gwen Christie is a freaking goddess also piques my interest.
ETA, months later: Now I don't care much for Stoned Werewolf. Firmly in the Beenid camp. In terms of lesbian ships for Wednesday, it'd be Wenaka or Wensclay/Wenica. I just don't see Wednesday being attracted to someone like Enid...she's too immature both in face and mind. Morbid Underworld (for a threesome w Enid and Yoko) might work too, until Wednesday tires of Enid...which I feel like she would.
* Because Eugene's mom is right, girls will appreciate him when he's older because a lot of the time nerdy boys turn out to become nerdy studmuffins with huge...smokers...and paychecks from top tech and bio companies who pay them piles of cash. Hell, I could therefore ship Wensgene. Pretty sure Ricci's Wednesday ended up kissin' the nerd in the 2nd movie anyway.
** Since my introduction of a certain off-screen character, I ship Weems/(Him). I won't spoil who, for those who haven't read my story yet.
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Fic Facer$ 2021 Bidding Is Open!
Fic Facer$ is a charity auction group featuring artists and authors in the (primarily) Supernatural fandom. Above is an excerpt from my 2020 series Long Jacket, featuring Destiel, Sam x F!Reader, and Castiel wearing different clothes for once.
The way it works: You can bid on my lot using the link above to request a custom piece of Supernatural fanfiction. I'll write just about anything (no w*ncest, a\b\o, or underage). My minimum bid starts at $10 dollars and I'll write at least 1000 words (I will probably end up writing over 10k words because these prompts run away with my imagination).
Here are the previous stories I wrote for past auctions:
Fic Facer$ 2019:
- Cowboys and Angels: Filming for the last season of Supernatural is underway and Y/N, long-time set photographer, finds herself the center of attention for two of her co-workers, Misha Collins and Jensen Ackles. A roller-coaster of emotions ensues over the year as the three of them attempt to balance work, the end of an era, and experimental love. (Jensen Ackles and Misha Collins RPF, reader insert.)
- Stuck in the Middle With You: While out investigating a string of murders committed by a tulpa, you and your wife end up in the middle of your fantasy with Dean and Castiel. (Dean/Castiel/Reader's Wife/Male Reader).
Fic Facer$ 2018
- Rx: Physical Therapy: Physical therapist Dean Winchester is a month into his new job at a local hospital when he literally runs into the surgeon responsible for his client list, Dr. Castiel Novak. (Doctor Castiel AU)
- Flight: Sam follows a trail of golden feathers to Gabriel's room in the Bunker. (Sabriel fluff, wing kink).
Go forth and donate!
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Roadside Assistance
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Crowley x reader (third person)
Word count: around 1.5k
Warnings: none
A/N: shout-out to @ficfacers for hosting an awesome charity auction, and dedicated to VegasGranny for bidding on little ol' me. Thank you for your donation, and I hope you enjoy the fic!
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It was an old arrangement, one they were all used to by now and one that should not have worked out the way it did, all things considered. After all, hunters and demons were on opposite sides of the board. But too many circumstances made it necessary for Crowley and the Winchesters to stand as allies, and...well, they were a bloody good team when they weren't trying to kill each other.
So when Crowley got the text from the bunker's other resident, he didn't think anything of it. She was a bit less of a disaster than Moose or Squirrel, generally speaking, and she was generally more likely to ask for his help than the boys. She was a good deal more appreciative of it, as well.
In a flash, he was outside the bar she named, a nondescript dive on the side of some two-lane highway. A handful of lights in the place, one flickering utility lamp that illuminated the few cars in the gravel parking lot, and...how amusing. The highway was a four-way intersection. It was almost like old times.
"You made it."
He turned at the sound of her voice. She sat on the steps by the door and looked put out but none the worse for wear, and he made his way towards her. "I understood it was urgent," he prompted.
"Yeah," she agreed, then pointed to her car parked several feet away. "It won't start."
He halted and stared at her in disbelief. "I beg your pardon?"
"I left a light on, or something," she went on, "and the battery ran down, and now the stupid piece of junk. Won't. Start." She punctuated the statement with a fist on her knee before she dropped her head into her hands with a sigh of annoyance.
Well. If she thought she was inconvenienced… "You mean to tell me," he said, "that you called me out here, in the middle of nowhere, away from pressing matters of state, because you had car trouble?"
"Who else was I going to call?" she replied.
"Call me simple, darling, but last I checked, towing companies work roadside miracles, not me."
"Oh, right, let me just ring up AAA, and they'll send someone out in no time."
"Call the boys."
"They're on a hunt!"
"Well, what do you expect me to do?"
"I don't know, Crowley! Fix it, I guess?"
He rolled his eyes. There had to be a punchline in it somewhere. A hunter, used to fighting ghosts and monsters and all manner of supernatural creatures, calling the King of Hell himself because her car broke down… He assessed her one more time, and he knew her well enough by now he could tell when she'd had a few. "You expect me to believe you can get a decent drink at some hole like this?" he asked as he indicated and dismissed the bar in one tilt of his head.
She narrowed her eyes at him, then shrugged. "Any port in a storm, you know."
"In another life, yes, but I have standards nowadays. You should try it sometime."
She scoffed and got to her feet with a slight wobble. "Then tell you what," she said. "Why don't we ditch this pile of bricks and you whisk me off somewhere fancy, and we'll see if we can find a taste of something to make the trip worthwhile?"
He raised an eyebrow in response and she gave a smile he was tempted to return. "A summons to a crossroads," he said, "a proposition laid out fair and square… If I didn't know better, love, I'd say you wanted to make a deal."
"You can leave it on the table, if you like," she replied, "but then you'll have come out here for nothing and I'll have to find my own way home, and no one leaves happy."
"A fair argument." He paused to keep her in suspense and give himself time to think, then asked, "You say the boys are off on a hunt?"
"Mm hmm. Left me all on my lonesome in that quiet, empty bunker with nothing to do and no one to keep me company."
"Yes, they like to do that."
She made her way to him, her steps slow and deliberate as she closed the distance between them. "So, how 'bout it, Your Highness?" she asked. "Do we have a deal, or are you gonna leave me hanging?"
"That depends," he replied. His annoyance had faded and what she offered was tempting indeed, but how he enjoyed teasing… "I don't make deals without negotiating, you know."
"Did I mention I've got the bunker to myself?"
"You have, darling. What else do you have?"
"Several bottles of Scotch and bourbon, ranging from top shelf to donkey piss."
"Indeed?"
"Oh, yes. Even a booze snob like yourself could find something that tickles your fancy."
He raised one eyebrow and nodded thoughtfully. "Well. That is quite intriguing… Anything else you care to throw into the pot?"
She shrugged again as she finally reached him. She lifted her hand to his tie and ran her fingers along the silk while her lips curled into a soft, sly smile. "I have an awful lot of pent-up...frustrations, in need of a satisfactory outlet…"
He smiled back, caught hold of her wrist, and lightly swept his thumb across her palm. "Remind me, love," he said, "how long have we known each other?"
"Oh, awhile," she answered. "I'd say about as long as those boys have had that snazzy bunker."
"And how long have we known each other?"
"A little less of a while… Around the time they let you out of the dungeon and you got off human blood?"
"Yes, that sounds about right." He shifted his hand until their palms aligned, then languidly laced his fingers through hers. "In all that time, there is something I've been meaning to tell you."
"And what's that?"
Her hand still clasped in his, he smoothed her hair back from her face, tucked a few stray bits into something that passed for order, then kissed her on the forehead and said, "You've a long way to go in mastering the art of seduction."
She made a face and waved him off with a flippant gesture. She had to be drunker than he thought, as there was no way she would let a claim like that go so easily if she was sober. "Seduced you, didn't I?" she asked. "I must be pretty good at it, in that case."
"True," he agreed, "and I confess I'm quite fond of your charms, but if you're trying to close a deal, simply having something I want isn't enough. You don't land a catch just by getting it on the hook, you have to reel it in first."
"Oh, is that so?"
"Who would know better, if not I?" He lifted their joined hands and gave hers a soft squeeze before he let go and moved a few steps away towards her car. "I think there is a lesson to be learned here." A snap of his fingers, and the engine came to life without even its customary whine.
"Really? And what's that?"
"Vehicle maintenance. It won't do to keep stranding yourself in the middle of nowhere."
"You don't say?" she replied. "Thank you so much for the insight, Your Highness."
He smirked. "Anytime, darling."
She folded her arms and cocked her head to one side. "Do you really expect me to drive right now?"
He shot her a suspicious glance. "Imagine...you manage to get yourself stuck out here and need to be rescued when there is no question of your getting behind the wheel in the first place, and I have no choice but to either let you drive under the influence, or be the knight in shining armor."
She shrugged and glanced away with an innocent expression, though her lips twitched in just enough of a smile that he knew he was right.
"Well, well," he said. "Clever play, and not the negotiation I expected." He beckoned to her and she meandered over, and he leaned in close to murmur, "Suppose I give you a lift, we get you sobered up, and I teach you how to make an offer too delicious to resist?"
She closed her eyes and gave a hum of appreciation. "I don't see how I could say no to that…"
"So, we have a deal?"
She opened her eyes and her smile grew. "We do. Remind me again how you seal a deal?"
He pulled her in for a kiss and she held tight as he blinked them away from the bar to leave her conveniently traitorous car abandoned in the quiet parking lot.
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