Chloe and Lucifer wake up in each other’s bodies. Unfortunately, not in the fun way.

“How did you ever know?” Aziraphale asked Crowley. “How did you know when I was in trouble and could use a spot of, hmm, otherworldly intervention?”

OR

In the beginning, God gave the angel Aziraphale a flaming sword.

“I’m serious,” Ryan says. “Don’t go fucking up my body. I want that shit back in the same condition I left it.”

“The same condition—Ryan. I’m not spending hours in a gym every day so you don’t lose muscle mass.”

“I want you to treat my body with the respect you would a national park. Leave nothing but footprints, take nothing but memories.”

A certain meddling Voodoo Queen of New Orleans thinks Ryan and Shane need some new perspective on life. After an inadvisable ritual deposits Ryan in Shane’s body, and Shane in Ryan’s, the ghoulboys pursue some soul-searching and self-discovery to put things right. Sometimes in a sexy way.

Clint makes a mental note never to tell Nat that he realised he was inside her body by recognising her boobs.

A transporter accident leads to shenanigans.

Derek and Stiles switch bodies because of wizard reasons and Stiles just wants to know what that awesome scent is.

Bucky becomes Natasha. Natasha becomes the Winter Soldier.

From the “Singin’ in the Rain” prompt at Teen Wolf Spring Fling. The Beacon Hills Community Players are putting on “Singin’ in the Rain” and everyone’s trying out. It’s… nice, singing and dancing during a lull in the werewolf action. Complications arise, however, when Derek is introduced as the choreographer and a trickster decides to interfere in the Stilinski men’s somewhat strained relationship. POV’s from Stiles, the Sheriff, and Derek; and featuring Lydia being awesome.

It’s funny, because when Derek contemplated being body-swapped growing up (after what happened to Aunt Julianne and Ms. Fuzzy Whiskers III, everyone thought about it at least once or twice) he’d always assumed he’d loathe it.

Or: the one where Derek and Stiles get bodyswapped and Derek doesn’t hate it nearly as much as he thought he would and things go downhill from there in new and exciting ways.

In the last, lazy moment before he opens his eyes, Derek realizes something is wrong.

“Ground rules: no jerking off,” Scott says. “No using my body to mack on my best friend, okay, that’s fucking gross.”

Of course Derek has no idea how much work it takes to convince people you are a remorseless force of nature when you’re five foot two and cute as a button, and he’s going to ruin it all by wandering around looking like that.

“Oh, shit,” Stiles says, and flops as far backward as their mysterious body-swap connection will let him.

Bodyswap! (Clint makes a mental note never to tell Nat that he realised he was inside her body by recognising her boobs.)

“Merlin, what in the name of the gods have you been doing? You reek worse than a blocked privy.”

Arthur takes a step back. He’s used to battle conditions, and times when his weekly bathe isn’t possible, but the stench coming off Merlin is enough to tax the strongest man.

Arthur opened his eyes a minute later to the sight of seven magpies streaking across the top of the clearing, their shapes dark against the white clouds and the muted grey of the sky. He tried to remember what it was that seven magpies meant—he’d had a nurse who had sung the rhyme to him as a child—but couldn’t.

When the smoke cleared, Watson blinked open his eyes. For a confused moment, he thought he heard his own voice shouting in a harsh and urgent tone, “Watson! Watson, damn you, man, wake up!”

“I am awake; what happened?” Watson replied, shaking his head and trying to get his limbs in order; if Holmes had seriously damaged him this time, there would be hell to pay for it, that much was certain. He tottered to his feet, and that was when it struck him how thoroughly Holmes’s experiment had gone wrong.

This was not the kind of morning after John had been hoping for

Teyla cannot believe that this is happening to her. Cannot believe that she has been so foolish as to be caught by the Wraith’s culling beam: cannot believe (but must accept) that the timeless limbo of dematerialisation has ended with Teyla and Rodney sharing a body.

It’s Rodney’s body that they’re sharing: Teyla feels sick, not because it is Rodney or a man or even another person but simply because the tension, the slackness, the heavy sluggishness of this body brings to mind (her mind) the aftermath of illness.

Well, gentlemen,” Keller said. “As far as I can tell, you’re both fine.” “Fine? Fine?” Rodney squawked. “In what definition of the word could this possibly be fine?”