I'm still in the mood to write cracky SPN crossovers, actually - so

[oneiriad]

Name me a fandom (NOT Supernatural)*. Give me a prompt - max. five words. I'll see what I can do?

*Bonus points for thinking outside the usual boxes, apologies (and two replacement prompts) if you pick something I either don't know or can tell from the word go I can't write.

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I hope you do mind if I suggest something. :D

Thor/SGA: Loki lands in Pegasus Galaxy

Replacement (so you can choose whichever your Muse desires):

PotC/Good Omens: Fountain of Youth, Crowley's fault.

Don't mind at all :-)

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From a sunny spot on top a piece of toppled pillar the serpent surveys the aftermath.

"Well, that didn't go according to plan..."

"It has been my experience, that Mr. Sparrow does tend to have that effect."

The look the serpent spares the soul is by now less of a you again and more of a "And where did you get off to, then?"

"Some dear friends of mine were involved in the skirmish. I went to offer them my most sincere condolences."

"Didn't feel like going with them?"

"They did most kindly extend an invitation, and I confess, I was sorely tempted, but - I have one more apology yet to make."

A tiny, brightly coloured bird - like a living gem - flies across the clearing. The serpent watches it disappear into the pond.

"Speaking of Mr. Sparrow - if I may be so bold as to enquire, why do you persue him with such - determination?"

"What's it to you?"

"It is simply that I have some small personal experience with the dangers of getting obsessed with such matters."

"Well, don't worry about me - it's nothing personal. It's just - my superiors have issues with people escaping them."

"In that case, surely Mr. Barbossa would be equally deserving of your attentions?"

"Nah, there's no need - he's already well on his way back Below. But Mr. Sparrow, now - he's a problem. First there was that business with the heart and the Turner boy, and now this. If we're not careful - well. We can't be having damned souls running around redeeming themselves - it's just not done."

"Indeed."

Not for the first time the serpent laments its current lack of eyebrows to raise in the face of overly sarcastic souls. In the end, it settles for sticking out its tongue.

"Where'd the little bugger run off to, anyway?"

"I believe he is en route for a long awaited reunion."

"With his toy ship."

"A bittersweet reunion, I fear."

"Interesssting..."

The soul twitches.

The serpent does not deign to notice.