Wednesday - Animals!

[andrea-deer.livejournal.com]

Hello! It's me again, I hope you're having fun so far! :)

Today's theme are animals.
You always wanted to give your characters a pony? You always wanted one of them to play a puppy? Or you just need an excuse to put a collar on someone? Make it all come true today :D

Remember you are free to post up to 5 prompts at a time and not more than 3 per one fandom. You can add more once your prompts had been answered! Also remember to use the ‘fandom, characters, prompt’ format.

Have fun!

Supernatural, Sam/author's choice, The Animal I Have Become

X-Files, Mulder/Krycek, "Don't growl or I'll put a collar on you!"

CW RPS, Jared/Misha, Jared was turned into a puppy

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Comments

[phate-phoenix.livejournal.com]

Supernatural; Dean, Sam, Castiel; Castiel has an unfortunate run-in with a skunk.

[takhallus.livejournal.com]

Sam folded his arms, giving the two shamefaced individuals before him his best ‘you have some explaining to do’ face.

“Well? I’m waiting”.

“You were –“ “It’s simple..”

Dean and Castiel started to speak at the same time before Cas huffed and stared at the floor.

“It’s simple Sam, he got sprayed by a skunk. He was stinking up this place and I had to get it off him.”

“Dean is telling the truth Sam. Though I do question his methods.” Castiel was still red in the face, though Sam couldn’t work out whether it was from the embarrassment or the tomato juice.

“OK Dean, I get it, tomato juice is a good remedy for a skunk spray, but was there any reason why YOU had to bathe HIM in it? Cos I saw that sponge going south of the water line and the face he made was….”

“Sam! Can we please not talk about this now?”

Castiel nodded. “Yes Sam, I would appreciate it if we didn’t talk about this right now.”

Dean gave Sam a smug grin.

“You see, Dean still has to wash my hair.”

[andrea-deer.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Sam/author's choice, The Animal I Have Become

One of These Things [Sam/Gabriel, Dean; PG]

[krystalicekitsu.livejournal.com]

Dean wakes- from a fucking sound sleep, thank you very much- to his brother’s scream.

He’s on his feet, gun in hand scanning the motel room before he registers that the sound wasn’t a scream. It was that chuckle-inducing shriek that Sam will deny he does until the day he dies.

He chuckles as he puts the berretta away, rubbing his eyes as he tries to work the sleep off. Wonders if Sammy finally found the bottle of bright pink hair dye. Ah, leftovers from a prank war will never cease to make his day a little better.

But Sam’s ear-blasting roar of “GABRIEL!?!” practically rattles the windows and Dean chuckles again, more than glad to be off the hook.

He can’t help himself.

Wanders into the bathroom, his best ‘that’s right, bitches!’ smirk on full blast. He’s speaking before he’s really even to the door.

“What Sam, did your boyfriend switch your shampoo for Nair-?”

And stops.

“-the Hell?”

There’s something wrong with Dean’s head. There must be because there’s no way that what’s wrong with Sam’s head is what he thinks is wrong with Sam’s head.

“Dude?” he squeaks. Or, says, but he’s so freaking shocked he cant be bothered to protest at the moment.

Sam’s ear twitches. Sam’s FREAKING FOX EAR twitches.

Dean, trying not to freak, lets his gaze drift to the mirror behind his brother.

And screams.


“GABRIEL!?!”

[andrea-deer.livejournal.com]

X-Files, Mulder/Krycek, "Don't growl or I'll put a collar on you!"

[andrea-deer.livejournal.com]

CW RPS, Jared/Misha, Jared was turned into a puppy

[sailorlibra.livejournal.com]

DCU, Batman/Wonder Woman, lions

[winslow-arizona.livejournal.com]

any, any, "I don't care how much you pout, you are not allowed to keep the puppy."

[sailorlibra.livejournal.com]

Carmen Sandiego/Where's Waldo, Carmen/Waldo, Ostriches hide by putting their heads in the sand

Waiting on Insticts | Carmen Sandiego/Where's Waldo, Carmen/Waldo, Ostriches hide

[chibifukurou]

Hiding is one of those things. Everybody does it, from ostriches to humans. It's just basic instinct, like flight or fight.

Unfortunately, that doesn't make it any easier to accept when Carmen gets nervous about their relationship and hides from him.

She's never hidden from Waldo before. They've always been able to find each other when nobody else could.

Still, Waldo isn't going to get to upset. Carmen has never let herself be ruled by her instincts before. All he has to do is wait and someday soon he'll see the flash of her trademark hat, or her red coat and he'll know that she's done hiding.

Then they can get back to indulging in the chase.

[sailorlibra.livejournal.com]

Thief of Eddis, Gen/Irene, he reminds her of a monkey

[bishojo-kitsune.livejournal.com]

HIMYM, Robin(/any), visiting her dogs

[sailorlibra.livejournal.com]

Discworld, Vimes/Angua (friends or ship), He can't quite manage to forget about the chickens.

[amblinwiseass.livejournal.com]

Vimes ducked under an awning to get out of the rain and lit a cigar, wondering what precisely to do with someone who'd died in the line of duty. Of course, it wasn't the first time he'd ever known a watchman to die in the line of duty, or even the first time he'd seen it happen. But seeing a watchman get killed in front of his eyes, and then report for duty, fit and well, the very next night, as though being shot dead were no more than a minor exertion? That, he'd admit to anyone who asked, was a new one on him, and it did seem to call for some response other than the usual whip-round for a burial.

Of course, it's only silver that kills them, he thought, and the slugs were made out of lead...bit of luck for her, then, he added, knowing it was unfair even as he thought it. But then that was the trouble, wasn't it? He just couldn't quite manage to forget about the chickens. She was smart, courageous, effective, cynical, everything he looked for in a watchman...but she was also a werewolf, and that seemed something of a difficulty, because he'd never had to think about how to deal with a watchman who in her off hours hunted chickens. All right, what about Detritus and Cuddy, gods rest his soul, and Pyjama and the others? But that's different. Sure, people talk about dwarfs and trolls, but they live and die like regular people, yes? Not at all like, and there's no escaping the thought of it, the undead. One little word, six little letters...any number of meanings, lots of them unpleasant. What if the chickens are only for starters?

He leaned back against the wall and blew a stream of smoke out at the rain. It was just that sort of night, wet and blustery and consistently miserable, which was precisely why Vimes had taken this patrol; he'd yet to find a better way of clearing out his head. On the other hand, she does pay for them, and that's probably not too high on the list for your typical ravening beast. And Carrot, level-headed lad if ever there was one, seems to think well enough of her, even before she jumped between him and that damned gonne...

And I just walked past Small Gods not half an hour ago, and I can never do that without thinking of all the men I've known who lie there, and if Angua didn't happen to be a werewolf then I'd have gone past that cemetery tonight thinking about her, too. From that perspective, it seemed obvious enough, and Vimes suddenly found it very hard to regret not having to go to a funeral. Hadn't he been to enough of them already? And if that's what "undead" wanted to mean, then maybe chickens weren't such a hard thing to get used to, after all. He dropped the spent end of his cigar, enjoying the brief warmth through his thin boot sole as he trod on the glowing coal, and stepped back out into the rain to continue his patrol. So, then, what to do for Lance-Constable Angua? Well, she's a full constable as of right now, he thought, and perhaps some sort of "not being dead" bonus... He grinned at the fine and rainy night. To hell with chickens. I wonder if there're any other werewolves out there looking for a job?

[sailorlibra.livejournal.com]

Harry Potter, Harry/Luna, unicorns

Farewell to unicorns

[fae-calumnae.livejournal.com]

Harry sat some distance away on a rock and watched Luna with the Unicorns. She fed them sugar and carrots. The mother let her twine ribbon in the colt's hair.

Luna's pale hair fell to her waist, her feet bare in the dewy grass. She was beautiful and he loved to watch her.

Eventually she returned to him, placing her hands on his knees.

"How are the unicorns?"

"Better, now that the swarm of flecktanglers moved on."

"What are those again?"

"they're little crustaceans that crawl around your feet and trip you." Luna said. "I'm sure you've dealt with more than enough of them."

Harry couldn't say that he had, but he nodded anyway. "Well I'm glad they're all right," he said. He pulled her down to him and kissed her.

"I was also saying goodbye," she said, when they finally broke their kiss.

"Why?"

"Well, once I'm not a virgin anymore, they won't feel so comfortable around me," she said, and pressed against him for another kiss.

[gaffsie.livejournal.com]

SGA, John/Ronon/Teyla, puppy-pile

While You Sleep

[stargazer-abeo.livejournal.com]

While You Sleep

SGA, John/Ronon/Teyla, puppy-pile

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John’s on his stomach, arm curled around Teyla, and it’s his back that’s closest to the door – just in case. And while that’s all well and good for John to be so self-sacrificing, painting a target on his back, it’s Ronon who faces Teyla on the other side – watching the door that John puts himself between them and those. Because Ronon is the lightest sleeper Teyla has ever met, and even now with her blurry eyed and waking, it’s Ronon who’s stirring. They look at each other, eye to eye in bed. John might never figure out that both of them are a match for each other, that their people would have warred with each other sooner then setting eyes for one another, but Teyla makes it work because Ronon would sooner kill himself then turn his back to John’s side of the room.

So Ronon has John’s back, even while they are supposed to be sleeping, and all that is well and good, save that Teyla is the early riser of the three, and being in the middle of a puppy pile when she really has to pee is just not conductive to starting the day.

Teyla sighs, looks to her pregnant belly, and wiggles a little this way – squirms a little that way, with Ronon helping because she couldn’t do this without him - and then when Ronon is spooning John and they are both curling against each other, she’s a little regretful about giving up her warmer spot, but they really are adorable together.

When she gets back, John is whining a little like a puppy, somehow sensing she’d left, and she smiles softly at Ronon, who’s black eyes greet her with her return, and it’s her turn to keep watch on John’s back – which she does with eyes half lidded, patting John reassuringly as she presses her curves and belly against Ronon’s warm back, and they both know if one of them falls asleep it really is alright because here they aren’t just warriors or soldiers, they are family.

And, Teyla just knows, John will make a good mommy.

[hawk-dancing.livejournal.com]

Charmed, Wyatt/Chris, familiars

No fic...

[raapsteeltje.livejournal.com]

Ooh, I like this. Might give it a shot later on, if I catch a plot bunny for it...

[hawk-dancing.livejournal.com]

Leverage, team, Parker brings home a box of abandoned kittens

Itty Bitty Kitty Committee! [gen]

[zeitheist.livejournal.com]

"This is ridiculous," says Nate, with something that might be hysteria. "You're some of the best criminals in the country, and you've been distracted by a box of kittens." He looks around for a second or two, hoping for some support, and then when he finds none, adds: "We're not keeping them. Monday, we're taking them to the pound."

Hardison has been watching one of the tabbies slide across the conference table with an expression of mild mistrust and the beginnings of fondness, but now he looks up and says: "Oh no, no, no. No pound. Those places are like death camps for fluffy animals. Believe me, I've seen a documentary."

"Fine," says Nate. He pinches the bridge of his nose to stave off an impending headache, which feels like it's been lurking behind his eyes since the first job. "We'll take them to a no-kill shelter. Better?"

Parker, who seems to have grabbed as many of the kittens as possible and is currently hugging them to her chest, looks up and hisses at him like... well, like a cat. Nate stares at her in disbelief, more stunned than when Parker had first dumped the box on the tabletop with a cry of look what I found! He'd been expecting... he didn't know what he'd been expecting, although he's sure he wasn't alone in bracing himself for the box to suddenly explode, but he certainly hadn't expected it to be full of tiny, fuzzy kittens.

"Eliot, Sophie," Nate looks to them helplessly. "Please. Help me out here."

Sophie ignores him. She's scooped up one of the kittens, a black one with tuxedo markings, and is holding it up to the light like one might with a precious diamond. "They seem quite healthy," she says, with the same matter-of-fact tone she uses to appraise wealthy businessmen. "Fully weaned. I'd estimate they haven't been abandoned more than a day or two. Poor babies."

"Sophie! We can't adopt eight kittens!"

Sophie has the grace to look sheepish, at least. "Eight would be a little much," she admits.

Eliot, who is busy holding the all-black kitten in one hand and waggling the fingers of the other just beyond the reach of its claws, says: "Why can't we just keep one?"

"Because... because..." Nate is appalled to find that he can't think up a single convincing reason. "Because it's self-evident. Look, they're kittens! They're cute and fluffy, and everybody loves them. They'll be adopted in a week, at the most. But we're not keeping them, so just... don't get too attached." He shoots a look at Parker, who evidently thinks that nobody can hear her giving the kittens names under her breath.

"We're not leaving them anywhere before I've checked it out, make sure it really does what it says," says Hardison. "I ain't having no kitten deaths on my conscience."

"It seems a shame to split them up," says Parker, sadly. "Would they get along with my pot plant, do you think?"

Nate groans and drops his head into his hands. He can't even be angry at them for having a conscience, because he put it there.

"Look on the bright side, Nate," Sophie says, smirking. "At least it wasn't puppies."

[hawk-dancing.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Sam/Dean or Dean/Castiel or Sam/Gabriel, sex on a bear-skin rug

Chocolate Kisses on a Polar Bear-Skin Rug [Sam/Gabriel, (implied) Dean/Castiel; NC-17]

[krystalicekitsu.livejournal.com]

It really didn't take much to get Gabriel riled up. Part of what made him such fun, Sam insisted, was that when Sam goaded, baited or insinuated, Gabriel more than delivered.

A small comment about Gabriel not being able to hit a barn with a magnifying glass and laser sights ended both sets of brothers on a beach in Hawaii with the best water balloon fight in history.

And not just because of the soaking wet and blinking Castiel three seconds in.

The small argument about whether or not Gabriel was allowed into the kitchen- because Sam really didn't trust his ability to behave himself around sharp implements and fire- got Dean more pie than he could eat, Castiel a surprising number of elephant ears (which sent Dean into fits of laughter for some reason), and Sam the best dolled up banana split ever, complete with homemade ice cream and whipped cream.

Lots of whipped cream.

The one time Sam convinced Gabriel that Castiel was obviously the better romantic had Sam blinking in confusion at his sudden displacement from their current hotel.

"Gabriel- what-?"

But then the archangel was devouring his mouth and Sam's eyes rolled to the back of his head as his knees collapsed to the floor (the one thing Sam could never goad Gabriel into thinking was that he was anything other than fucking cosmic at kissing).

Gabriel gently lowered him down, still ravaging his mouth until he moved away before he came back to attack Sam's neck. And somewhere in there, the archangel must have snapped, because they're both suddenly without clothes.

Sam made little gasps of pleasure into the- what was that? cinnamon?- lightly scented air, before shouting in shock at the almost-too hot liquid poured over his chest.

Gabriel made soothing noises and blew on the melted chocolate he'd dribbled over Sam's nipples. The hunter groaned when he lazily smeared a hand over his pecks, rubbing the warmth along his chest and massaging it into the divot of his throat.

"Now, what was that about my brother being the better romantic?" Gabriel was all lazy superiority, but the predatory gleam in his smirk didn't fool Sam for a second.

[hawk-dancing.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Eliot/Nate, cat-like reflexes

[antares04a.livejournal.com]

SG-1, Jack/Daniel, Five camels for the colonel

[catty-the-spy.livejournal.com]

A/N:Being my first SG-1 fic as well as my first comment fic...

The man Daniel's been arguing with looks Jack over as the colonel approaches. "I see I have done you a great disservice," he says. "Forgive me." He motions to one of his attendants. "I will give you five camels for him, and three skins of water."

"No trade." says Daniel, backing away from the tent. He grabs Jack by the shoulder before he can speak and tries to pull him in the opposite direction.

The man speaks again before they can get more than a few steps away. "Truly the price you paid for him must be steep. Seven camels and four skins of water."

Jack frowns. "What are you-?"

"No," says Daniel, cutting him off. "I'm very happy with him, thank you."

"Ah." The man nods. "Then perhaps the woman with the light coloured hair? Your sister?"

"Really, honourable Kantif, we need to go."

Still holding Jack's arm, Daniel sets a fast pace away from the tent.

"What was that?" asks Jack when they're a good distance away.

Daniel coughs. "He, ah, wanted to buy you."

"He what?"

"Yeah. Apparently you'd make a wonderful concubine." Daniel looks at Jack's horrified expression and laughs. "Don't worry, I wasn't going to sell you."

Jack relaxes and Daniel continues. "As good as you are in bed, you're worth at least ten skins of water. And twenty camels."

[sexycazzy.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, Rodney/John, John gets Rodney a kitten

[sexycazzy.livejournal.com]

CSI:NY, Adam/Mac, kink!puppy play

[sexycazzy.livejournal.com]

Charmed, Paige, Prue & Phoebe, fantasy creatures

[smilesoftnsweet.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Dean & kitten!Sam, riding in the Impala

[sexycazzy.livejournal.com]

Star Trek (2009), Kirk/Bones, space dog

[smaragdbird.livejournal.com]

You could call the thing a dog because it bellowed and whined like a dog, but other than any other dog Bones had ever seen it was happily floating in free space without any protection whatsoever and that was ust not natural.
Jim, of course, had fallen in love with it the minute it came on board.
It was adorable watching the captain play with the golden-retriver-like dog even if Bones would never admit to thinking the word adorable in connection with Jim. Not ever.
'You can't keep it.' He said sternly instead. Instantly Jim's and the dog's faces fell as if they had been kicked.
'Why not?' Jim pouted: 'Chekov and Sulu have a dog.'
'Their dog wasn't an alien space stray dog.' Bones pointed out.
'But look at him! He has such wonderful big, brown eyes, do you really think he could hurt someone?'
'Jim, this thing could combust any minute. We don't even know if it can survive for long in our atmosphere.'
'But-'
'No! If you don't let this thing go as soon as possible I'm declaring you unfit for command and let Spock take over the Entreprise.'
'Your mean.' Jim pouted but it was clear that even the cute space dog wasn't worth the Entreprise.
'Hey,' Bones said less harshly: 'If you still want a dog when we're on Earth the next time then we'll get one, okay?'
'Okay.' Jim came over and kissed Bones lightly: 'Thanks.'
'You're welcome, kid.' Bones sighed.

[sexycazzy.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, the team, whales

[perverseparagon.livejournal.com]

My first ever, SGA fic. The bunny just bit.

"Actually, I think that's the other one. Dewey."

McKay stared at Sheppard. Several replies sprang to mind, but in the end he opted for the simplest. It had been a long day. "You're wrong."

"I'm not!" Sheppard said loudly. "That's blatantly not Huey. He's the one with the light blue patch-"

"Yes, yes. Of course he is, and that's why that is Huey. Just look at him." McKay pointed out. "I'm telling you, it's Huey." They set the argument momentarily aside while they both stared down into ocean below them.

"Hey,"

"Ronan," said John, pointing over the side of the balcony. "You're just in time to help me convince McKay here, that he's sadly mistaken. Take a look and tell him that that is Dewey."

The big man flashed them a grin and sidled over to the balustrade to lean out over the edge and take a better look. When he turned back to them there was an even more wolfish grin plastered across his face. "You're both wrong," he said. "That's Louie."

Both McKay and Sheppard started shouting at the same time, all three of them pushing against each other to try to get a better look. The noise and the commotion, although not particularly unusual, drew Teyla's attention. She stepped lightly out onto the balcony, hanging back near the doorway while they fought amongst themselves.

"Dare I ask what is going on?" she asked lightly.

"Teyla!" Sheppard cried, pouncing upon the fourth member of the team to make a final call. "You're a sensible woman, with excellent judgement. Put these two idiots out of their misery and tell them that it's Dewey that's come to pay us a visit."

Teyla laughed, throwing up her hands to ward off their arguments. "Oh no," she said as she backed away. "I'm not getting involved in this argument. You boys can work it out for yourselves."

They pleaded with her as she walked away, but she refused to be drawn into a debate over the name of a whale.

[misura.livejournal.com]

White Collar, Peter/Elizabeth, the story of Satchmo

[nouveau-monday.livejournal.com]

Duran Duran RPS, Simon Le Bon/John Taylor, Union of the Snake

No fic - yet

[sagaluthien.livejournal.com]

*Smile* I so love DD so I really will give this a go.