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22 December 2016 @ 02:43 pm
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Title: You Got The Music In You
Vidder: dragonfly
Song: You Get What You Give
Artist: New Radicals
Summary: A feel-good multi-fandom video featuring: Supernatural, NCIS, Psych, X-Files and Stargate SG1

Current Mood: happyhappy
09 December 2016 @ 05:21 pm
Title: Boxed In and Not Five By Five
Author: dragonfly
Genre: Gen, H/C-ish, Episode Tag-Alt ending, Sleepy Tony
Summary: Gibbs notices that something is off with Tony—other than his bleeding arm. A very short alt ending to the episode “Boxed In.” Not a fix-it fic.

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11 September 2016 @ 06:09 pm
Title: The Valiant Brother
Author: dragonfly
Genre: humor, family, h/c
Words: 2300
Summary: Takes place first season. Sam comes down with a childhood malady. Dean cares for him the best way he knows how. BigBrotherKnowsBest/FeverSammy
A/N: Unbeta’d. I’m not a nurse or a doctor—nor do I pretend to be one on TV.

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18 February 2016 @ 09:17 pm

Title: Here with me
Artist: dido
Video by: dragonfly
Category: friendship, team, d'artagnan/constance
Summary: "I can't breathe until you're resting here with me." No matter what, their love and loyalty to France and to each other came first.
No money made. No infringement intended.
This is my very first Musketeers video that I should probaby dedicate to McDonalds because they did not give me the decaf coffee that I had asked for. Therefore, I did the majority of this in one night.
15 October 2015 @ 02:34 pm
Today is the day, peoples!

If you so desire, go forth and spread some love!

Current Mood: hopefulhopeful
18 September 2015 @ 10:47 am
Title:  Sammy, close your eyes
Author: dragonfly
Genre: drama, gen, h/c, weechesters, Awesome!BigBrotherDean
Characters: Sam and Dean
Rating: K
Warning: SPOILERS FOR 10X23
Word count: 553
AN: A huge, gigantic hug and thanks to devra_01 for her love and input.
Summary: Dean Winchester could be considered many things: a hero, a flirt, a hunter, but above all these and more… was protector.

Dean Winchester could be considered many things: a hero, a flirt, a hunter, but above all these and more… was protector. Sam would know, Dean has been protecting him all of his life.
/ “Is it going to hurt?”

“Only for a second, Sammy, then the splinter will be out and it won’t hurt so much anymore.”

The younger boy looked up at his big brother, eyes hopeful. “Promise?”

Dean smiled, soft and reassuring. “Promise.”

Taking a deep breath, Sam held out his hand. There was a large wooden splinter sticking out of his palm, lazily bleeding. When the tweezers neared it, he grimaced and started to shake.

“Sammy, close your eyes.” Soft. Encouraging. Don’t look. I’ve got this.

He did.

And then it didn’t hurt so much anymore. /

When Dean couldn’t use his body to protect Sam, Sam noticed over the years that he’d use these four words instead; a form of protection in itself.

It was ingrained in him, written in his genetic code—that fiercely protective nature; and it was activated the moment their parents sat him down and told him he was going to be a big brother.

/ “I’m scared.”

“I know. Me too.”

A rare admission from the fourteen year old, but as the hotel began to shake and the wind howled like a train, it was a feeling he couldn’t deny. Curled up in the bathtub, he held his trembling little brother tighter. And as the pictures fell off the walls and the roof groaned and whined, he whispered in his ear, “Sammy, close your eyes.” /

As Sam got older, sometimes it would frustrate and even anger him how protective Dean was. He didn’t feel he needed it; he could take care of himself. Did Dean not trust him?

Sometimes it was hard to remember what truly fortified the shield Dean tried so hard to keep around him.

/ “Do it.”

Dean took the scythe. On his knees, Sam looked up at him with the same amount of unwavering love and trust that he had for him when he was a child. If his death was the only way his brother could find peace, then so be it.

“Close your eyes.”

But suddenly uncertain, a tear slid down Sam’s cheek. He knew that order was for Dean’s sake, not his own, and it didn’t come from his Dean.

Then…. “Sammy,” his voice unsteady, “close your eyes.”

That one, though…that was his Dean. That was the one protecting him—protecting him from seeing what he was about to do. That was the one that loved him.

After a lifetime under Dean’s persistent wing, it took only four little words for Sam to find hope or peace in the most unexpected of places. And these words were just another reminder—more proof that Sam was right, that somewhere his brother was still in there, still fighting, still good.

And suddenly, Sam instinctively knew that it would be okay.

So, he left his own reminder.

And then he closed his eyes.
Title: Twas the Night Before Christmas
Author:  dragonfly
Rated:  PG
Genre: friendship, fluff, humor, team
Pairings: Jack and Daniel friendship,
Summary: Twas the night before Christmas, and Daniel couldn’t sleep.
Warning: none
A/N: Christmas prompt (ribbon) from jackwabbit that I forgot I wrote. It’s also loosely based off devra_01 (for once you'll be off for the holiday to celebrate with friends and family) prompt. Thanks, guys! So, though I didn’t post at Christmas, I figured Christmas in July would do.
A/N: This happens to be my second sleepy Daniel story posted in a week. These things happen.


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28 July 2015 @ 07:34 pm
Title: S is for Sleeping
Author: dragonfly
Summary: Sometimes Daniel needs help with the little things--like knowing when to rest.
Characters: Jack and Daniel
Categories: friendship, humor, team as family
Author's notes: I have a bigger fic that I had planned on posting, but the muse would not cooperate. Though this was done in haste, it was done with love. Written for Offworld Alphabet Soup.


The day was mid, the sun was high and it was SG1’s third day on the uninhabited P3X-2-something-rather. Thus far, it was one of Jack’s favorite research planets—it had a beach that went on for miles. The beach was purple, but Jack kind of liked that too.

“Carter?” Jack asked after returning with Teal’c from their very important scouting/site seeing…mission.

“Last two pots, sir,” she answered without looking up from the soil samples she was happily collecting.

“That a girl.” Jack walked past her into the caves where he knew he’d find Daniel. Taking off his sunglasses, he scanned the large, dark cavern.  It was a drastic difference to the bright, inviting skies outside. “Daniel?”

This was supposed to be a relaxing mission. A fun one, dare he say. And it was. Daniel, however, was having a hard time with the relaxing part. He just didn’t know when to quit. The boy could run on excitement for days.

Pocketing his glasses, Jack walked deeper into the damp hollow. Finding his friend on the other side of a large rock, he sighed at the sight of him. Daniel was sitting cross-legged in the sand, hunched over his journal and a flashlight. Periodically, he’d look up at the wall in front of him, then back down at his journal, blink, furrow his brow, then look back up at the wall again—as if it would tell him all the secrets of life if he were just patient enough…or awake enough.

Because what he was was exhausted… and past the point where he realized it. Jack would bet he couldn’t even see what was written on the wall or the pages at this point.  It looked like the ole’ caffeine-for-decaf-switch was finally taking its toll. The fact that Daniel hadn’t noticed was testament enough to just how badly he needed rest.


Still no reply.

He was in the zone. A big, geeky zone. Jack had depended on that zone more than once over the years. Lives have been saved thanks to it. But, there were no lives in need of saving today, no answers desperately sought.

Walking closer, Jack knelt next to him. He was mumbling quietly—trying to figure out which scribbles stood for what. The only thing Jack knew for certain was that “S” stood for “sleeping”—which was what a certain archaeologist should be doing.

Daniel absently scratched at his cheek and Jack could see his hand trembling. He reached out and squeezed his shoulder. “Hey, time for a break, fella.”

The younger man unconsciously leaned into his touch, but didn’t take his eyes off the wall. “I just have to fini….” He trailed off when Jack gently took his glasses and tucked them into his own pocket.

Daniel turned and blinked owlishly at him. “Jack?”

There he is. “Daniel?” Jack parroted.

“What are you doing?” He didn’t notice when Jack took his journal too.

“Hitting the ‘off’ switch.”

“Wh—?” Daniel suddenly yawned widely.

“Need I say more?

The younger man stared at him blankly for a moment. When his eyelids started to droop, he asked, “Did Sam?”

“You betchya. Two pots ago.”

Groaning, Daniel closed his eyes, shoulders slumping.

The corner of Jack’s mouth turned up. “Come on.” Standing, he pulled Daniel up with him and held on until he stopped swaying. Daniel scrubbed at his face like a sleepy toddler and Jack regarded him fondly. “If you go willingly, maybe Teal’c will tell you a bed time story,” he teased lightly.

Already more asleep than not, Daniel’s brow furrowed. “Not the one about the blood-sucking goats,” he murmured, leaning into Jack as he slipped an arm over his shoulders.

“No? I kind of liked that one.” Pulling him in closer, Jack led his friend back out into the light. “Happy ending.”

The end.

07 February 2015 @ 10:00 pm
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Title: Blaze of Glory
Vidder: dragonfly
Summary: "I never drew first, but I drew first blood." The boys being hawt and kicking @ass.
Warning: May include clips through 10x09.
A/N: Definitely the most challenging video I've ever done.
A/N2: Now available on YOUTUBE, though the streaming, I swear, seems to lag a bit.
A/N3: Sorry for the repost. Technologly does not like me tonight.
Also, MEGA HUGE thanks and hugs to gateslacker and sid for your support and input.

Current Mood: nervousnervous