Thursday Spooktacular

[idiosyncratic.livejournal.com]

Due to personal matters, our lovely host for the week, meredevachon, is unable to put up today's theme, so I've agreed to take care of it for her.  It's her theme, so all credit goes to her, and hopefully she can make it back to finish up the week tomorrow.  :)


I hope y'all had fun with yesterday's celebration of Leverage porniness. There were some great prompts and even better responses.

But today is Thursday, and that means it's time for a new theme.

In honor of Supernatural returning tonight, we're going with Vampires and things that bump in the night.  That means vampires, werewolves, ghosts, etc., either canon or AU, so go wild with it!

And it's not limited to Supernatural.  Any fandom (or original), any pairing/grouping, any prompt. Crossovers are absolutely welcome, and perfect for this one.



Remember to format your prompts as follows:

For single fandom: Fandom, pairing, word/phrase
Example: Lotrips, Karl/Orlando, surprise

For a Crossover: Fandom/Fandom, pairing, word/phrase
Example: SPN/Buffy, Dean/Faith, leather



And don't forget, there are still plenty of lonely prompts if the creepy and spooky isn't your thing.

Comments

[badfalcon.livejournal.com]

Christian sighs again and stares out of the window, his wings rustling restlessly. "It's raining," he says, looking back over his shoulder. "Again."

Steve looks up from the paper as a rumble of thunder makes Christian cuss. "Sounds like its gonna be one hell of a storm," he agrees.

Another sigh and Christian turns from the window, moving to lay on his stomach on the floor, wings stretching out above him. "Fed up of this fucking weather," he grouses, tapping his fingers on the floor in time with the rain drumming on the roof. "Fuckin' hate storms." He jumps slightly, freezing for an second, his breath catching in his throat when a bolt of lightning lit the room up, another rumble of thunder loud enough to make the house shake. "Fuck," he breathes.

"Chris?"

"I'm ok," Christian mumbles, not looking up at Steve. He's breathing heavily, wings still rustling and twitching even though they're folded flush against his back.

"Don't lie," Steve chastises, moving to sit down on the floor next to Christian. He runs a hand soothingly down Christian's wing before tugging him close, pulling him onto his lap and kissing him.

"Stupid bein scared of a fuckin' storm."

Steve shook his head, kissing Christian again, reaching around him to stroke down his wings. "No it isn't," he promised. "Don't blame you at all." He shuddered as a flashback of Christian laying unconscious, crumpled on the ground, wings black, singed, tattered and still smoking from the lighting strike crashed through his mind. "Never wanna go through that again."

Christian reached up, cupped Steve's cheek in his hand, resting their foreheads against each other. He opened his mouth to say something, the words dying at another crash of thunder, another bolt of lightning, further away this time.

Steve's arms tightened around Christian; Christian's head resting on his shoulder, face buried in the crook of his neck. They sat there, arms around each other, both falling silent, lulled by the drumming of the rain on the roof as the storm - and the fear it brought with it - moved on.

[havenward.livejournal.com]

Awww poor Chris...

[honeyjojames.livejournal.com]

Aaaaawwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww, so sweet! *cuddles winged!Chris*

[justapieceofme.livejournal.com]

*Melts* Oh yes, you'r definitely passing on that wing!kink of yours...

[havenward.livejournal.com]

I love your icon, hehe... fuzzy purple unicorn... ::wanders off giggling::