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Micro Meme!

Give me ten fic categories/prompts and a pairing.
I will write ten fics each fic ten words or less for that pairing.
Supernatural, ST or HP preferred,
if you'd like something else, ask!

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Dean/Cas

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apocalypse!fic
Everything's falling to pieces, so let me fall into you.

wing!fic
When hands feel too rough, only feathers can touch him.

angst
Castiel knew how to put him together, but simply couldn't.

tattoo!kink
Dean tattooed the symbol while Castiel panted beneath him.

handprint!kink
It didn't match Jimmy's hand, but instead Castiel's.

impala!sex
Sucking his cock while riding shotgun was dangerous even in park.

heaven!fic
He'd died in Castiel's arms, waking up together in heaven.

smut
Cas learned quickly to fuck Dean slowly.

romantic
"There's a star...right there. It reminds me of you."

human!Cas
It was the first time he felt everything fully.

Lucy/Merlin

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Angst
Merlin looked away, "You will never find me again."

Lucifer!Dies
Scorched on the rock, wings extended, a dragon gone cold.

Gabriel:
Seeing Merlin, Gabriel knew he'd been silent for a reason.

Harry Potter Crossover
"Merlin's soggy left nut!"
"Hey!"

Star Trek Crossover
"They're falling without a chute!"
"I wouldn't worry about it."

AU
"You want to Deal for immortality?"
"Yes."
"...What's your offer?"

smut
They stole fierce kisses behind hazy magic curtains, always fighting.

apocalypse!fic
"I win, so...I win."
"That's cute you think so."

protective little brother!Cas
Expression tight, he said, "You will show her some respect."

crack
"Sleeping with Merlin and my male!self will ensure an heir!"

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He's barely awake when he reaches to the night table, stiff fingers questing for the spiral bound notebook and the pen folded between the pages. There's a nightlight, in the plug beside the bed, and it casts a pale blue light into the room. Chuck's not afraid of the dark - no, he's learned better than that. The light's there for him to see, so when he swings his torso over the side of the mattress to use the floor as a tabletop, Chuck can barely make out the scribble of his pen as he writes what he saw.

It's muddled, an introduction, like a flash of images creating a backstory for him - what he used to think was inspiration, Athena crawling out of his skull and dropping along his arm onto the page. Now it's nothing, not him. Just the latest parcel from heaven.

Unearthed dirt, a man crawling out, blond and pale, quietly neutral, looking up at Lucifer with familiarity. There's a sense of deep betrayal, somewhere hidden in the depth of his eyes, but he casts it now upon the Devil. It is older, a seeping wound, cut into him by the