Monday - The Supernatural

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Good morning, this is cyphersushi stepping in for our scheduled guest host. To start the week off I think we should have some unexplainable things, ghost, goblins, werewolves and vampires. Inflict curses on your characters or play with the fandoms already ripe with things out of this world. This Monday is Supernatural Monday.

Just remember, only three prompts in each fandom and five prompts in a row. If one of your prompts get answered you can prompt again.

In these finale-filled times be sure to remember to not post spoilery prompts before a week has passed and if you have spoilers in your fic warn accordingly.

Format your prompts like this (second one is for crossovers):

Leverage, Eliot/Nate, "You were bitten by a what?!"

Star Trek/Firefly, Mal/Bones, "Damnit Mal, I'm a doctor not an exorcist!"

Most important of all, Have Fun!!

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Leverage, Eliot/Nate, "You were bitten by a what?"

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Nate frowned and scratched the back of his head. He picked up his glass then put it back down again and stared at Eliot. "What?"

Eliot growled. "I just told you, Nate." He pushed his hair back form his face, tucking it behind his ear. "I was taking a walk through the woods and these... insects they start flying around me, gettin' in my hair. I start knockin them away and then there's more of them all flyin around me and then they bit me... what are you laughing at, it's not funny."

Nate pressed his lips together, trying to stop himself from laughing. He opened his mouth to reply but all that bubbled out was more laughter. "Sprites," he gasped out. "You... you were bitten by sprites"

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Firefly/Star Trek, Mal/Bones, "Damnit, Mal, I'm a doctor not an exorcist!"

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Firefly, River, She's a ghost

Firefly, Simon & River; Serenity's Ghost Part 1

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It started when Simon got a letter from his little sister, a letter that made no sense. He figured it out eventually... she was saying get me out.

He knew where she was, that part was easy. The hard part was finding a way in. It cost him a lot, in credits and reputation and time, to manage that. He got into the facility, the so-called “Academy”. He found River, and he had her smuggled out. Obviously he couldn't go back home, couldn't go back to his old life... he made it to Persephone, bought passage on a small trading ship, and tried to relax.

River curled up next to him, murmuring thank you over and over again. He held her close and tried to forget everything else.

He tried, initially, to stay apart from the crew and the other passengers. That turned out to be a mistake – it only made them think he was an Alliance spy. The captain had insisted on searching his luggage, including the cryo unit. River stood at his side silently as the unit opened. The captain frowned when he saw what was inside – a girl. More specifically, a girl's body.

There was a handful of computer chips in the box as well. The ship's pilot put one of them into a console, and the crew watched a short film clip of a girl – clearly the girl in the cryo unit – being 'tested'. The captain looked at Simon accusingly, and said, “What the hell is this?”

Simon couldn't answer. The girl's body in the cryo unit was clearly River's, but River was right there on the bridge, moving quietly around, studying the crew intensely. She stopped, looked at her brother, and said, “River's not here any more, Simon. She couldn't take it. They did too much to her. But she's free now.”

Simon swallowed, and said to the captain, “That's my sister. She's dead. They.. they experimented on her. I had to get her out, but I was too late.”

The crew dispersed, none of them looking at Simon. In the end the only people left on the bridge were the pilot, Simon, and Inara, the Companion. And, of course, River.

Inara gently guided him back to his room, and made him sit down, and talked to him about loss and grief and acceptance. He thanked her, and asked to be alone. She smiled and left quickly.

Simon looked up from where he was sitting and saw River opposite. “You're not real,” he said.

She laughed. “Silly. River's as real as you.”

“So why can't they see you?”

“They don't know me. They're not my brother.”

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Leverage, vampire!Hardison/Eliot, "Fuck, you taste good!"

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Hardison moaned pornographically and lifted his head to meet Eliot's eyes; come clinging to his lips. He licked them, then ran his teeth over his fangs. Sliding up Eliot's body, he sank his fangs into Eliot's neck, blood combining with come in his mouth. Another low moan and Hardison tensed against Eliot, his own orgasm trembling through him.

"Fuck," he moaned. "You taste good!" He pushed his tongue past Eliot's lips, sharing the taste with him.

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RPS, Andrew Lee Potts/author's choice, More than meets the eye...

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DCU, Jason Todd, Life and Death don't mean the same thing when you're one of the undead

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Leverage, Eliot/Alec, "Well, my Nana was always a bit psychic."

no fic

[lmx-v3point3.livejournal.com]

But *squee*, are you familiar with the 'Hardison's Nana is Supernatural's Missouri Mosely' concept? I can't even remember who wrote it, but it was beyond perfect. :D *goes to find*

[lmx-v3point3.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Eliot + Team, When Eliot told him there were ghosts in his childhood home, he hadn't meant psychological ones

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Eliot grew tenser the closer they got. It took all his willpower to neither fidget in his chair or jump out of the car and flee. But he couldn't do that, his team needed him... he just wished they didn't need him here. He scrubbed a hand over his face, studiously ignoring the concerned looks Sophie was shooting him as he sank into the past, into his past

*****
No matter where he was in the house, he was being watched. He knew he was alone; his momma and daddy at work, his sister at the library yet he was being watched. There was someone right there just on the periphery of his vision, but every time he turned his head to look, the shadow would move, staying just out of sight.

It wasn't just the shadow that followed him. The noises did too: footsteps; knocks, banging, rapping; scratching sounds; doors and cupboards opening and closing.

His bedroom was the worst. And always so cold. It didn't matter how high the heating was or how many clothes he had on, he was always freezing.

And then there were those times when he would wake up in the middle of the night, completely unable to move and an old woman standing at the foot of his bed.

****

He came back to himself with a shudder and a barely concealed gasp. He exhaled slowly and pushed his hair back from his face. Continuing to ignore Sophie's worry, he looked out of the window; his face dropping as they pulled up outside the house. His old house.

And was it his imagination or did the house seem to smile as it saw him stepping out of the car?

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Leverage, Eliot/Nate, "I'm telling you, Nate. The house is haunted."

Okay, so prompt fail...I just wanted a haunted house and Nate being taken down a peg or two...

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“Nate, I don’t feel right about this.” Eliot had pulled the man aside as soon as they got up on the sagging porch. It was just the two of them on reconnaissance. Parker was scoping out the office. Sophie was working her magic on the corrupt patsy they were taking down. Hardison was out van shopping.

“Why?” Eliot didn’t like to be second-guessed, but then again, Nate was a stubborn bastard when you didn’t answer his questions to his liking. Eliot wanted to get out of here as fast as humanly possible. He could sense something in the air (and no matter how many times Hardison proclaimed it, Eliot did not have ‘Spidey’s senses’…what the hell was a ‘spidey’ anyway?). It didn’t want to be disturbed and Eliot didn’t want to disturb it.

But, if he said what was on his mind, Nate was going to laugh at him. If Nate laughed, Eliot was going to get frustrated and dump his ass. “Eliot?”

Eliot took a deep breath. “I think this house is haunted.” Nate laughed and he had to resist the urge to punch him. “I’m telling you, Nate. The house is haunted.”

“I’ll keep my eyes opened for the boogeyman. Now, come on, we have to find the evidence to help the Richardsons.” Eliot set his jaw but followed Nate. He had no salt or holy water on him, but if they encountered what he expected they were going to, he was not letting the other man out of his sight. They breezed past the first and second floors without any creepy supernatural happenings and Eliot relaxed. The niggling feeling never stopped, but the entity wasn’t bothered by them. Now, Eliot wasn’t an expert on the supernatural, but everything he ran into in his years as a retrieval specialist charged first.

Nate reached up and pulled down the ladder to the attic. Eliot gripped his arm on instinct. “Nate. C’mon, man, let’s go.” He knew that if Liam Richardson didn’t end up dead in prison because of this stupid politician, Nate would have listened to him and got the hell outta Dodge. Even now, at any mention of a dead son or daughter, Nate was blind and deaf to everything. He knew what a mess Nate was, but his job was to keep him from getting hurt.

It was what he did.

A rush of cold air blew up his spine and without thinking, he pulled Nate to him into a hug and got on the floor. Nate ‘oomph’ed in pain by Eliot’s ear, but that and any complaints he had were drowned out by the large slam as the attic door shut in on itself. Eliot ended up sheltering Nate from the rogue splinters falling from the ceiling.

Eliot had to hand it to him; Nate was calm. Well, calm in a relative sense. The mastermind’s breath was short, pupils dilated, and the man was clutching onto his arm like no tomorrow…but he wasn’t screaming or anything. He even seemed rational to ask: “What was that?”

“That is why we shouldn’t be here.” Eliot helped him up and out the front door, but even he could see the wheels turning in Nate’s head. If the man came back here trying to go looking for the boogeyman, Eliot was going to tie him to the bed for a week, hand on heart.

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DCU, Connor/Kyle, Space Zombies and Star Sapphires

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Supernatural, Meg, The lifetimes it took to get out, the minutes it took to be sent back

all that we might have done - PGish, gennish, spoilers for season 5

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(Went slightly over the character limit, so continues below.)

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Hell has no timescale. Seconds, minutes, hours, days, decades, eons... all mean nothing, for all are the same.

The old ones, the true ancients, know how long has passed, but only them.

Her father tells her about then, about Lucifer and Lilith and what was before, what will be again, what they, her father and her, will create anew.

He takes her by the hand and leads her from Hell the first time. On the surface, while she flinches from the sun before steeling herself to its brightness, he shows her how to track Lucifer's Vessel, the beacon that glows in his blood. Across all realities, now, she will be able to find him.

Twice she stood in the Vessel's presence and failed to grasp him beyond a fleeting touch. And once, a horrible terrible once, a failure that will mock her forever, the Vessel's brother, Michael's burning Sword, sent her back to the Pit with a snarl.

The next time they met, she took great pleasure in forcing her way into the Vessel (a betrayal her father may never forgive, and she prays Lucifer never learns about) and then tormenting Michael's Sword.

Of all beings she's met, in and out of Hell, the one she loathes is Dean Winchester.

And yet again, he defeats her. Sends her back to Hell, to her siblings' jeers and Alistair's razor. Lilith is disappointed, and her father is still Above, so there is no one to protect her.

No one who would, maybe, since she forsook her father's plan for vengeance and still fell to the Sword. To Dean. A man.

And then her father is dead. And then Dean Winchester is on the rack, writing beneath Alistair's razor, and a few times, Alistair even lets her carve into his flesh and muscle, all the way down to his soul.

Soon, though, she thinks, an angel comes for Dean Winchester and everything is finally in motion, because Michael's Sword broke the First Seal. And one of Lilith's own favored is at the Vessel's side, so he will break the Last.

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Dollhouse, Alpha and Echo, A history of magic makes them able to do what they can do

Dollhouse; Alpha & Echo; This Is Not A Fairytale

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Once upon a time, there were two people, a master and his student. The student, whose name was Caroline, had gone looking for the master, because she had heard that he was skilled in the magical arts, and she wished to learn from him.

The master had smiled at her, and agreed. Caroline worked hard, and soon surpassed the master's skill. But she remained with him, and they worked together for several years.

Until Caroline saw the master do something terrible, something that she could not forgive. Despite all his pleas, all his apologies, she left and returned to the world, and gave up the practice of magic, and lived a normal life once more. The master did not react well. Her departure fractured his mind, and he rampaged across the country, committing terrible acts. He was captured by the police, and imprisoned in a secure hospital.

Then the Rossum corporation came to the hospital, and several prisoners, including the master, were transferred to a Rossum facility. There, their minds were wiped and they were used as dolls and playthings by those who were wealthy enough to afford such a service. The master, whose new name was Alpha, was not like the others. He could remember things. Not everything, but certainly more than the others could. Each time they put new memories in his head, he could remember them.

One day, a new doll came to the facility. She was not a prisoner, or a patient from a psychiatric ward. They called her Echo, but Alpha knew who she was. She was Caroline, come back to him at last.

Echo could remember things too, when they put the memories that weren't hers into her head. Alpha left the facility not long after she arrived, but he knew that. She was like him, she had the magic, so of course she would remember. Alpha made sure that she would be the best doll, the most popular doll, before he left to make everything ready. He'd be back for her soon, and then nothing would stop them.

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Supernatural, Jo/Lucifer, laying with the Devil

Leave Me Out With the Waste

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She can imagine what they would say.

Dean, with his sky-high morals.

Sam, the quietly disapproving one.

Bobby, loud and gruff and a hunter to the core.

Her mo-

...

But none of them are here, now. None of them know what it's like to be alone, to be truly alone. To be one of a hundred, billion thousand strung up and helpless, to know that no one is looking for you, coming for you, and then to suddenly be given an out.

Freedom from everything. Not just the torture and pain of hell, but the loneliness of existence. The worrying about someone else.

Because he can't die. He's Lucifer, and he will never leave her.

"Joanna?"

She turns in the body he rebuilt for her, away from the half-finished painting. It's a sunrise. She hasn't decided where it's rising over, yet.

She turns and turns into him. Folds herself into his arms and sighs as he enfolds her in an embrace.

"How're things going?"

He hums into her hair, the vibrations rumbling against her cheek.

She sighs and relaxes further into him.

None of them could ever understand this.

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Supernatural, Dean/Castiel, the curse makes him need to have sex every few hours.

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When Castiel tells him that yes, they did kill the witch but no, his curse isn't going to wear off, Dean looks like he wants to start punching kittens in the face.

Not that Dean doesn't like sex. Oh, hell no. He loves sex. But being required to have sex every hour? Not only is it inhibiting to any other activity, but a guy can only get it up so many times a day, and twenty-four times is going to do a hell of a number to Dean's poor libido.

Of course, Castiel informs him, he can always be fucked instead of actually doing the fucking.

That makes Dean look even angrier.

So, he has choices. He can pick up a random chick and… basically hold her as a sex slave until the curse wears off, or there's Sam and Cas. Sam or Cas. And like fuck is he going to fuck Sam. Sam is too fucking tall and gangly, and he sweats too much for Dean's taste. And he runs his mouth in bed.

… And they're brothers. Yeah.

So that leaves Castiel, who looks vaguely less smug at the prospect of actually being fucked twenty-four times a day.

"Surely there is another solu—"

"Nope," Dean responds, dragging Castiel over by his tie. "Sorry, Wings. Gotta be you."

If Sam's not hallucinating, Dean actually sounds rather thrilled by the idea.

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Supernatural, Lucifer/any, The Devil went down to Georgia.

no fic but...

[vae]

If someone writes this with Chase/Jesse Spencer I would have their babies.

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Supernatural, any/any, Hunters don't kill the supernatural: they put the creatures in a zoo.

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Supernatural, Dean/Sam, "Evil butterflies? Really?"

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I don't even know. Hope you like it, though. :)

Dean looked at Sam’s wide eyes, heaving chest and white knuckles, then couldn’t help his mouth twitching into a grin. “Evil butterflies? Really?”

Sam scowled at him. “I’m serious, Dean. There are evil butterflies out there and they’re after me.”

Trying and failing to stop grinning, Dean crossed his arms. “What can they do to you, Sammy? You’re a Sasquatch, they’re little bugs. They can’t do much more than land on you and get dust all over you.”

“That’s exactly it!”

“See, what did I—What?”

“They want to cover me in the dust from their wings because it’s got evil magical properties!”

Dean gaped. Before he could say anything to that, though, there was a loud thump at the window and he looked over.

The thing was easily the size of his head and the salt on the windowsill (placed there as a precaution the night before) seemed to be the only thing stopping it from busting in. As he watched, another giant butterfly joined it, beating its flimsy-looking wings against the glass.

Suddenly, the situation didn’t seem so funny.

“Evil butterflies, huh?” he asked again, faintly. Sam nodded.

“Yeah. Evil butterflies. I’ll call Bobby.”

“You do that. I’ll just watch the, uh, the evil butterflies and make sure none of them get in.”

Sam nodded again and pulled out his phone, dialing Bobby’s number from memory.

“And Sam?”

The younger hunter looked at him, finger hovering over the call button. “Yeah?”

“I want you to know something.”

Sam frowned slightly. “What’s that, Dean?”

“If I die, you don’t have to pay up on that blow-job you owe me.”

Sam rolled his eyes and called Bobby.

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Supernatural, Dean/Castiel, "OK Cas. I tried. I did. But... if you don't come back from Heaven this very fucking second, I'm gonna come up there and tear it apart until I find you."

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You didn't expect this to be fluffy, right?

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Marvel, Bucky/Eli, "Sparkling vampires? That doesn't make any sense."

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Supernatural, Dean/Castiel + Sam/Gabriel, "You're talking about the premise for Gremlins. That shit doesn't exist in the real world. Right?"

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X-Men/Supernatural, Angel/Castiel, "So you're an angel too?" "Yes...no...maybe?"

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Lost, Jacob (/any), "I can't deal with vampires at the moment, please come back later. Thanks."

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Supernatural, Dean/Castiel, "Cas, you don't know what you're doing. C'mon, you can fight it, man. Cas. Cas! CAS!!"

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DCU, Robin(s)/Any, If you think that's scary you've obviously never spent a Halloween in Gotham

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Burn Notice, any (any/any), the client turns out to be an angel in hiding with demons after him

1/2

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Sam doesn't trust anyone who doesn't like beer or watching ladies in bikinis, but Fi says she has a feeling about him, that he's someone worth helping, and Michael has never been all that good at saying no to her. But the client is vague, he won't say anything beyond "They must not find me," and all the logic, threats, pleas, and niceties in the world don't make him get specific enough.

They stash him at Fi's place and take turns standing guard at night, and when they compare notes, they find that he doesn't sleep. He stares, large dark eyes looking into the ceiling as if he could see right through it, as if he were stargazing from Fi's basement. And he is a polite guest, accepting the food they give him and eating slowly, like a tourist given bland but acceptable dishes. He thanks them for their help, for hiding him, but he looks away when they ask him more.

Fi thinks perhaps he is a delicate soul, too traumatized to talk about it, maybe scared to reveal it. Sam thinks he belongs in an asylum (and notes that Fi might do well to consider one too). Michael suspects that this man is not what he seems, that this man is not so much afraid but simply has something to do, something he cares about so much he cannot allow himself to die before he's done it. Michael, of all people, knows a man with a mission when he sees one.