Happy Tuesday - Monster Day

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Greetings Comment Fic Folks!

Today is Tuesday and I will be your pinch hitting host today!

I think Tuesday is a good day for Monsters, don't you?

So let's have them, werewolves, vampires, deformed creatures, boogie men, Frankensteins, or the more human variety, maybe even the imaginary kind...

Remember to format your prompts properly:

Supernatural, wee!Sam and wee!Dean, monsters in the closet
Leverage, Eliot, the monster inside

Crossover:

Buffy/Supernatural, Faith/Dean/Sam, things that go bump in the night


Remember the rules, and be kind to our codemonkeys--only three prompts per fandom, and only five prompts at a time. If one of them is filled, you can go ahead and post another.

And if you don't see anything that you like, you can always go through our Lonely Prompts.

Go forth and have a monstrously good time. (yeah, yeah...okay that one was uncalled for, I apologize) And Happy Tuesday y'all.


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Comments

[sexycazzy.livejournal.com]

CSI:NY, Mac/Adam, Mac finds out Adam's secret - that he is a vampire!

A vampire, who me? | CSI:NY, Mac/Adam, Mac finds out Adam's secret

[chibifukurou]

"Um, Hi Mac!" Adam smiled, only to quickly close his mouth back when he realized that it gave Mac an excellent view of his fangs.

"Do you want to explain?"

"Um, well."

"I'm gonna let you two talk this out." Adam's latest 'victim' said, adjusting her chartreuse bob so that it covered the bit mark on her neck.

"Thanks Allison. See you next week?"

"Sure thing, Adam." She headed out of the locker room.

"So, should I ask why you were feeding off that girl's neck?"

"Um well you know, it's one of those cool new fads?"

"Right. So you're not a vampire?"

"Whatever gave you that idea." Adam backed towards the door.

"Adam." Mac used his best commanding tone and Adam folded.

"Okay, so maybe I'm a vampire. But I mean no harm?"

Mac grabbed his upper arm. "Come on, lets go to my office, we have some things to discuss."

[sexycazzy.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis Rodney/Carson & Todd, trying to find a cure for Rodney who is a Wraith.

[tiptoe39.livejournal.com]

SPN, Sam/Gabriel, It's Godzilla!

Never Serious

[carma-baby.livejournal.com]

SPN; Sam/Gabriel, It's Godzilla

I know you have already read this, as I posted it first in your journal, but I joined the com and wanted to share cause I'm a giant dork. I also tried to clean it up a little bit. Thanks again for the great prompt. This was a lot of fun! ^_^

The first time Sam let Gabriel kiss him, it was almost as much from surprise as anything else. Hulking behemoths didn't just sigh and melt into another man's kiss. At least, he was pretty sure that wasn't supposed to happen. Especially not when the man kissing said hulking behemoth was an archangel and Trickster. Even worse was the fact that this same archangel and Trickster had killed the behemoth's brother not once, not twice, but over a hundred times.

It was fast, sudden, and left him panting angrily. The fact that Gabriel vanished into thin air mid-kiss didn't help things. The taste of chocolate and almonds didn't leave his lips for at least a day. His mind barely registered it when, three days later, he bought and devoured an Almond Joy in an attempt to recapture the taste.

The second time, Sam was prepared. Instead of allowing himself to be swept away like some mooning girl, he took control, his arms reaching around the smaller man, fingers digging into shoulder blades where invisible wings would thrust out. His mouth had already tasted of peppermint gum, so the addition of rich, dark chocolate made him moan aggressively, tongue sweeping into Gabriel's mouth in an attempt to take charge of the situation. There was a fluttering noise, a mocking laugh, and he was alone, looking like an eleven year old girl kissing her invisible boyfriend.

That night he bought a box of Andes mints. By the next morning he had eaten every one but a couple he had thoughtfully saved for Dean. When Dean hadn't touched them by lunch, he snuck outside to finish them off. In his mind, he refused to think that he was trying to recapture any part of the Trickster.

The third time, he just let go. He had no idea how it happened, why Gabriel kept initiating the contact, but it did and he was tired of over thinking things. The third time he just let things go as they would. There was a mutual release of control that left his knees rubbery and shaking. From the slight weight sagging against him, he figured it was good that he and Gabriel were supporting each other. The saying third time's a charm flitted into his brain and almost made him start laughing, but he stopped it just in time.

The kiss ended, and Gabriel hadn't clicked himself away, instead just letting his forehead rest against the lowered, sweat-covered brow of the (previously mentioned) hulking behemoth in front of him. His smile widened when Sam's breath caught for the second time in two minutes.

"Why is there a dude staring at us over there?"

Gabriel chuckled and pulled back, smirking.

"Why is he speaking in... is that Japanese?"

The smirk widened into an almost maniacal grin.

"Is that... Gabriel, no. Tell me that isn't..."

The sentence cut off as Sam was pulled in for another, fourth, kiss that lasted long enough for him to need to pull back, gasping. His eyes stared at nothing, glazed over and unfocused. A roaring scream split the quiet around them, and his hand immediately went to the small of his black, grasping for a gun that wasn't there.

"Chill out, big guy. You have nothing to worry about. I call all the shots here."

"But... That is... Isn't it?"

Another chuckle, another smirk. "Yes. It's Godzilla. I thought it would be a nice change from me disappearing. What do you think?"

[tiptoe39.livejournal.com]

Heroes, Peter/Sylar, there's still a little monster inside me

[tiptoe39.livejournal.com]

SPN, Dean/Castiel, Angels are both man and monster

Supernatural, Dean/Castiel (&Jimmy), 'Yesterday's People'

[22by7.livejournal.com]

You know how to say the word "beautiful" in fifteen languages, nine of them extinct, one not even human. They rise up like phantom bile, sometimes, and crowd on the tip of your tongue at night.

The man on the hospital bed was once beautiful. You know this, although you only find women beautiful.

'When you - the first time you said yes. What did you see?'

You look at your open hands. You cannot help the thrill of surprise when they make fists at your will. You do not look at Dean Winchester, who was beautiful.

'Bright white light.' Your voice is as gentle as the one you would use with your daughter.

'No. No. What did you see?'

You have five minutes.

'I can't. I'm sorry.' You unclench your fists. The skin is smooth, pale. You shiver; it's cold in the room, bright white light behind the bed.

Sam Winchester has already told you the rest of the story. How Castiel left your body, how his true form was waning along with his grace, how he shielded Dean's body with his wings and bore the brunt of Lucifer's attack.

How Michael never appeared. How Lucifer had been weakened; enough for Castiel to use his very last reserve of strength to perform the ritual and carve the sigils that bound Lucifer. How Castiel had freed him, Sam. How Castiel had left sigils in the earth, on the trees, because he could not speak to Sam.

And that in the middle of a field, the earth is charred in the shape of a creature with many wings and limbs.

You are yet to meet your wife and daughter. There have been phone conversations. Lawrence, Kansas is far from your home in Pontiac, but you have obligations.

In your motel room, you lie awake and ache for Dean. You know many other words. They clutter against your teeth, where they materialise as gibberish. You do not touch yourself.

Dean is nearly unrecognisable; what is visible of his body is thick with scar tissue. The soft red mouth enduring seems obscene, defiant, bitter. You know how that mouth tastes, you have known it on your own body.

'Jimmy. James. Tell me what. What he looked like.'

He can't move his head to pin you to your chair with his terrible green eyes. You have two minutes remaining.

How can you tell him, I don't know? How can you begin?

[sexycazzy.livejournal.com]

NCIS/Ghost Whisperer, team & Melinda, the team meets Melinda and finds out that Kate is the one who has been hunting them all these years.

[ravensword.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, wee!Sam and wee!Dean, monsters in the closet

[alcimines.livejournal.com]

Gunslinger (Supernatural, wee!Sam and wee!Dean, monsters in the closet)

BLAM!
BLAM!
BLAM!
BLAM!
BLAM!
BLAM!

Still keeping an eye on the closet, Dean expertly ejected the clip from his .45 automatic, slapped in a new one, and chambered a round. Despite the fact that the weapon was really too big for his hands, Dean didn't even have to look at what he was doing.

Sam pulled his fingers out of his ears and asked, "Is it gone?"

Dean kicked open the closet door -- which was easy since he'd shot off the doorknob -- and peered inside.

"Looks like it," Dean said thoughtfully.

Sam nodded, "Okay. Thanks. Goodnight!"

A minute later, Sam was peacefully asleep. And Dean was shoving his gun into the face of the outraged motel manager and telling him to get lost.

Sorry for the double-post, but I forget to include a title and the prompt the first time.

[ravensword.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Eliot, the monster inside

[maab-connor.livejournal.com]

There was a rage within him from the day he was born, like something not quite human clawing at him from the inside, fighting to make its way out. He was fearsome and half wild and protective of his family like you only saw from animals. He was suspended from school nearly as much as he was there, every suspension was for fighting.

When he was seven, his daddy decided that there had to be some sort of reign on that mighty temper, so he took his little boy down to the town’s only Karate studio. There, Eliot learned some control, and he learned how to make sure he didn’t get hurt in fights. It was applauded that he was fast and strong, and for a time, that thing that was forever trying to claw out, fell silent.

Then, when he was ten and a brown belt, he came into the dojo to find men with guns taking money from the register, and holding Master Chen’s daughter with a gun to her head. The rage, the feral call of that thing inside, drowned out everything else. There was no fear, not that the men were so big, not that their fingers were on their triggers, not that he could die; all that mattered was defending his sanctuary of violence and the girl who laughed so easily. Inside of two minutes three grown men were crippled for life and the Chens were all safe.

It was in that moment, when he stood a victorious child over those unconscious men, when he looked up and saw the fear in Master Chen’s eyes, when he finally understood that this thing inside of him wasn’t normal. That he was a monster.

As a grown man, when he looks back at that day, he still feels the thrill of the fight and the win, but it’s so eclipsed by that look of fear that it would have been better never to have happened. He has finally reigned himself in, and the monster inside is content with what he does as a hitter and a retrieval specialist. He spent years gaining that control, fighting for it every day.

But now, as he teaches Parker how to bring down someone twice her size – and honestly, that’s a lot of people – and Sophie looks up from her shoe catalogue and smiles, and Hardison clicks his keyboard and tosses out teasing jibes from time to time, and Nate fusses into his coffee mug that if anyone bleeds on his floor he’s going to make that smartass super of his work overnight to fix it; now the control isn’t just a small tether, now it’s real and it’s strong. Because these people, his new family, don’t only accept the man, they accept the monster too.

[ravensword.livejournal.com]

Buffy/Supernatural, Faith/Dean/Sam, things that go bump in the night

[nevcolleil.livejournal.com]

Chuck/Supernatural, the team + the Winchesters, Chuck gets turned; Casey is forced to call in the only guys he knows that can tell him how to help Chuck handle life as a vampire

working on it

[fae-calumnae.livejournal.com]

This got an idea REALLY going. Might end up being pretty long for a comment fic

[nevcolleil.livejournal.com]

Chuck, Chuck/vamp!Bryce at Stanford, Chuck learns Bryce's secret - unfortunately, he has more than one

[nevcolleil.livejournal.com]

Supernatural/Monk, Monk + the boys, "A werewolf with OCD? Seriously?"

[maab-connor.livejournal.com]

Leverage, werewolf!Eliot/Alec, the wolf on a full moon is the most dangerous beast in creation - unless its mate is beside it.

[momma-66.livejournal.com]

The team had been holed up in the safe house– cabin, really for almost a week. It wasn't as awful as any of them could have imagined. Hardison did nothing half-way and it was the McCabin of cabins and they had enough room. It wasn't until Sophie's (not-so) casual mention of the full moon, only four days away. "It'll look beautiful out here," she said, smiling. That (to the amusement of the others) set Eliot and Alec on edge; they started spending long stretches of time huddled in private nooks or would be seen outside having frantic movement filled conversations.

Neither of them had forgotten about their approaching...obstacle. Eliot had been in the kitchen non-stop, cooking and eating at a steady pace for two days. Parker had been teasing him about putting on a winter coat and in private Alec gave him a hard time that it was half nervous eating too. His first idea had been for Eliot to go off on his own for the three days. It was a warm fall and there was miles of mountains between them and remote civilization. Eliot put his foot down on that; the wolf had been even pricklier than usual when it came to Alec. The last two transformations had left the young man pinned under Eliot in their shared apartment; the wolf growling at the slightest noise. Since coming to the cabin (something they hadn't been able to use in the past few months) the presence that he associated with the wolf had settled.

The rest of the team was enjoying watching the two fall apart. It was only marginally insulting that they thought the team didn't know what was going on behind their chain-locked doors. Nate knew everything about his team and Eliot's infliction was one of the first major secrets he found. It had almost been a deal breaker, but when he considered that it was seven months in and there had never been even a 'bite-size' problem... The contact that delivered the information called him crazy when Nate threaten him when asked if he needed the 'problem' taken care of.

Eliot wasn't Parker's first werewolf...wasn't her second either but she didn't think about the second. Just the first. Hippie kid she met in the East years ago; he'd been nothing like Eliot. He'd been trying to figure out ways to control the wolf and the last she had heard he had done alright for himself. Parker broke into Eliot's apartment for practice one night and stumbled across the secret then. Her gut reaction after the second werewolf almost had her running but she reminded herself that Eliot had never done anything to make her think he would let himself loose one night and slaughter them all.

Sophie, ever the romantic, hadn't been convinced until after Eliot and Alec got together. There was the possibility, she knew enough of Eliot's attitude, the mood swings that fell before and after a lunar cycle, his unbelievable loyalty in such a short time. It was the way his actions toward Alec changed that tipped her over into believing. The fierce protection, the anger when Alec was in avoidable danger. The pacing, circling, growling when he was placed there on purpose. It was undeniably beautiful to her.

All five of them were more than aware of the danger that was coming. When Eliot changed there would be three additional presences that the wolf was not use to. Nate was calculating just how much pull Alec's safety would have on the wolf; if it would feel threaten by them. Parker was hoping she'd be able to peek the transformation, something she always seemed to miss. Sophie... couldn't wait to see everyone's reaction when Eliot rolled over like a puppy and just wanted Alec close by.

[maab-connor.livejournal.com]

Supernatural/Buffy, Faith/Dean, meeting again on a hunt

[daria234.livejournal.com]

The first time they met it was at night, so he couldn't tell if her eyes were dark with demon or with something else. But she had just ripped apart a vamp with her bare hands, so that answered that.

Dean had rushed her with the knife. He had ended up smashed into the dirt with the force of one of her fists. She looked at him with curiosity then, but a grin spread across her face as she said, "Let me guess. A hunter."

Dean tried to get up but soon her body was on top of his, straddling his waist, her hands holding his wrists to the ground. "Come on now," she said, her teeth gleaming ominously as she smiled, "Wouldn't want to have to waste a fine piece of meat like yourself."

Dean writhed to get out of her grasp, sickened by the look of her, the eyes sharp with amusement and greed, designed to look like human lust. The look Meg gave, or Ruby. A cat playing with a bird.

He could see this wouldn't end well for him, but he growled at her, "You don't even know who you're dealing with. You're gonna die painful, you hell-bitch."

She narrowed her eyes and the pit of Dean's stomach went cold.

But she shrugged then and said, "You're not the first guy to try that line on me. But to be honest, I've heard better." As she released him, she reached her hand to give the side of his hip a quick slap as she said, "Next time, though, leave the vamp killing to the pros."

The second time Dean met Faith, it was for vamps again. She beat him to them... again.

This time, he stood back and watched her take care of the whole nest on her own, until one of the last vamps standing managed to get close to sneaking up on her while she was preoccupied with another kill. Dean shot him, which did nothing but distract him for a second, but it was enough for Faith to reach back and dispatch him before finishing off the rest.

She walked up to him and said, "I thought I told you-"

"I am a pro," he said, "And I wasn't interfering, I was just ... getting your attention."

She smirked. "Now why would you want my attention?"

He smiled. "How about a beer?"

She smiled back. "How about we skip the beer and get right to the part where you try to scream my name but realize you don't know it?"

Dean licked his lips, trying to stay calm. "Beer first?" he said, voice cracking.

She narrowed her eyes again, and Dean wondered maybe Bobby and Sam were right, maybe his dick really was going to get him killed.

But she smiled finally as she asked, "You were gonna slip holy water in my beer, huh?"

He grimaced but then nodded.

"Okay," she said, "But make it a whiskey. And I get to drink it off of anything I want."

He laughed in relief. "Who the hell are you?" he asked.

She laughed and answered, "I'm the thing that goes bump in the night that you're actually glad is there."

[nevcolleil.livejournal.com]

Firefly, Jayne/Simon, "Honestly, I think Vera is a bit more frightening than the fangs."

Grrrrrr! | Firefly, Jayne/Simon, "Honestly, I think Vera is a bit more frightening than the fangs."

[chibifukurou]

Jayne had come back from a job infected by a virus of some unknown origin. It frightened Simon quite a bit. At least it did until he figured out that the virus wasn't spreading and that there was only one symptom, extended canine teeth.

Then the virus just annoyed him. Jayne had heard some old spacer story about beings called vampires who had extended canine teeth and now he was trying to imitate them.

After Jayne's fifth attempt to scare him by jumping out of the shadow's and yelling Grrrrr, Simon lost his temper and yelled. "Honestly, I think Vera is a bit more frightening than the fangs."

That at least shut Jayne up long enough for Simon to escape into the infirmary. Unfortunately it didn't stop him from trying the same trick the next day.

[maab-connor.livejournal.com]

Torchwood/Being Human, Mitchell/Jack, "so what are you?"

No fic

[hamimifk.livejournal.com]

No fic yet, but after I get some sleep in me, I'm definitely going to write this! ^-^

[rise-your-dead.livejournal.com]

Evil Dead Trilogy, Ash/Sheila, Stronger than the monster beneath your bed.

[kijikun.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Gabriel/Sam, Angels are just another sort of monsters

[kijikun.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, demon!Dean/Castiel, he might be a monster but he's still Dean in every way that matters

[nevcolleil.livejournal.com]

Angel/Cursed (movie), Wes/Jimmy, "Okay, I get it. You're older than me. You're trying to be responsible. But dude. Werewolf. Relax. You're not gonna hurt me."

[kijikun.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, John, Bobby (or John/Bobby, the monster those boys fear the most is you, John.

[morlockiness.livejournal.com]

Bobby silently watched from the next room as John spoke harshly to his boys with the best intentions. He noted how John took his worry and fear and maybe even the love for Sam and Dean and turned it into anger, something to fuel him.

"Don't cry, Sam," John barked at his younger son when tears silently tracked down the brunette's face. Sam wiped them away but more replaced them. Dean put his hand on his brother's shoulder. "We can't afford to be afraid, you understand? It clouds judgement, it'll get you hurt or worse. Now both of you get on to bed. It's late."

Dean steered Sam out of the room, looking back at John, an unreadable expression in his eyes, but definitely not a positive one. John sighed, ran his hands over his face and walked into the next room where Bobby was waiting.

"Don't you think you're being a little hard on them? They're young. Bound to get scared, bound to make mistakes." Bobby slid a bottle of beer over to his friend before they sat at the table.

John gave Bobby a knowing look as he wrapped his hand around the bottle. "I'd rather them hate me than them be dead. If bein' hard is what it takes, then I'll do it. I don't want to be the bad guy, but I will if I have to. I want them to be fearless, Bobby."

"Hell, I wouldn't be surprised if Dean had no fear already, Sammy neither. They're strong boys. The monster those boys fear the most is you, John. Disappointin' you, lettin' you down. Don't ya see that?" Bobby watched as his words assaulted John's ears and was sorry that he had to say them. No father wanted to hear that, but Bobby wasn't one for sugarcoating anything.

John took a hearty swig of beer and his face became stony. They didn't talk about the boys again that night.

[tigriswolf]

Supernatural or Paradise Lost or Biblical, the devil, I visit the orchards of God (Whitman)

[weisquared.livejournal.com]

Sometimes, I visit the orchards of God. I am the only one who can, now. Or rather, I am the only one who will. (It amounts to the same thing.)

Eden is truly beautiful, and it is such a shame that the cherubim who guard it day and night never turn west for a moment and feast their eyes. The foolish man and woman, even as their children die and they grow old, do not ever try to return and grasp life.

It’s a shame, because it’s waiting there for someone with the eyes to see and the will to take.

[tigriswolf]

Supernatural, Lucifer/Sam, “I have embraced you, and henceforth possess you to myself,/And when you rise in the morning you will find what I tell you is so” (Whitman)

[tigriswolf]

Supernatural, Lucifer, My face rubs to the hunter’s face when he lies down alone on his blanket (Whitman)

[tigriswolf]

The Magnificent Seven (TV), the seven, monsters from the past

Monsters and Safety | The Magnificent Seven (TV), the seven, monsters from the past

[chibifukurou]

They all have monsters in their pasts, even JD. Monsters who haunt their dreams and keep them from ever feeling safe.

They all fled from their monsters and their fears. Fled until they reached Four Corners and the rest of the Magnificent Seven.

No matter how fearsome their monster's are they all know that the monsters can't stand against all seven of them at once. That knowledge gives them a feeling of safety.