Friday: Fantasy

[mithrel.livejournal.com]

Hello, everyone. I'm mithrel, and our last theme for the week is Fantasy. Encountering mythological creatures. A sexual fantasy. Dreaming of something different. If it has to do with fantasy, post it!

Remember to format your prompts correctly:

Suits, one-sided Mike/Harvey. He knows it will never happen, but that doesn't stop him from dreaming.
Dr. Who, any, a planet filled with dragons/griffins/unicorns, etc.


Remember the rules:

No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts in the same fandom in a row.
Absolutely no spoilers in prompts
If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave a space.

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theme=fantasy

Comments

[kijikun.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, John/Gabriel, wee!chesters, Gabriel brings the boys mythical creatures as pets.

Fill: Gifts (1/2)

[mandraco.livejournal.com]

Couldn't stay away from this prompt, either.

This is my first time writing both John/Gabriel and wee!chesters. And it turned into something about Dean because that just happens sometimes.

x x x

At ten years of age, Dean was old enough to be too cool for some things. More specifically, everything that Sammy liked, from cartoons to Lucky Charms, and his father's boyfriend. Dean still remembered mom and he hated how dad was trying to replace her with this man. No, not even a man, a MONSTER. Sammy didn't know he was a monster, because Dean wasn't allowed to tell him that monsters were real, but Dean knew. And even though dad even swore that Gabriel was a good monster, it didn't mean he had to like him. It didn't matter how much candy Gabriel gave him (because candy was bad for you). And it didn't matter how many times Gabriel convinced dad to take them to the zoo on a school day (because school was important). Dean was never going to like Gabriel.

Dean resisted for months, long past the point where it became obvious that Gabriel would be staying permanently. Long past the point where dad gave up hunting because he and Gabriel got the thing that killed mom. Long past the point where Sammy started calling him Uncle Gabe.

Then on Christmas morning, Dean saw two very oddly shaped presents under the tree. They were wrapped in sparkly paper with bows on top. The smaller one said, 'To Sam' and the bigger one was for Dean. But size was relative because they were both big presents, as tall as Dean, but much bigger. And they were both moving. Not moving like a toy robot, but a dog. But you couldn't wrap a dog in wrapping paper. Dean knew they must have come from Gabriel, but Sammy was going to think that Santa got some extra juice this year.

As usual, dad made them eat breakfast before they opened their presents and even Gabriel didn't argue with him. When Sammy was done eating, he ran straight to the tree. Dean followed because if he didn't watch Sammy, he'd probably open his presents, too. Dad stared when he saw the moving presents.

"Gabriel," said dad, the way he did when Dean forgot to brush his teeth before going to bed.

"Don't worry, hon," said Gabriel. "It's under control."

"It had better be," said dad.

Gabriel smiled. "You like it when I take control."

Dad went red. "Sammy," he said. "Have you picked out a present to open first?"

Sammy's hands went immediately to the moving one. Dean rolled his eyes and went to find his smallest present. "I'm going to open that one last," said Dean. Or not at all.

"Oh yeah," said Sammy. "Save the best for last."

"You don't know that it's the best," said Dean. Dean's smallest present was from Uncle Bobby and it was a book. It was always a book. Uncle Bobby liked to think he was more fun than dad but really he was just as boring. Pastor Jim sent a baseball bat and ball. The present from dad and Gabriel was next, but Dean knew it was really just from dad. It was a real guitar, just the right size for Dean to play. "Huh?"

"You like music," said dad. "I thought you might like to make your own."

Dean grinned. This was his best present. He should have saved this one for last.

[kijikun.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Dean/Castiel, Dean is half-dragon, Cas has a thing for his wings.

Not a fill(yet)

[cynassa.livejournal.com]

Are you thinking of a human Cas? Or show Cas? I don't want to write something you won't enjoy. :)

[kijikun.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, wee!chesters, they find Narina

[mangacrack.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, girl!Sam/Gabriel and/or Lucifer, She always had fantasies about a guy, who could keep up with her (because if you grow up with Dean, you are bound to have some standarts)

Survival, Sam/Gabriel

[chasingtides.livejournal.com]

He was a Trickster. He was Loki, jötunn and god. He was Gabriel, angel who abandoned his own father.

Sam knew it was a little fucked up. Gabriel was the one who had killed Dean so many times in Florida. And he'd practically jumped Kali right in front of her. And he did like to do things like feed professors to alligators.

But damn.

She'd been in high school, when Vince, the high school jock, asked her to prom and she turned him down because he just couldn't live up to her standards. And even if she'd been with Jesse for nearly two years at Stanford, she never confessed that even he hadn't lived up to her fantasy of a guy.

Sam blamed it on growing up with hunters. She'd talked to Jo about it and Jo was the first person who didn't think it was weird. It was just so hard - she wanted someone who could be in top shape at all times, someone who could have her back, someone who could keep up and exceed.

She told herself that it was like the civilian women who wanted the men with the best jobs and fanciest cars. Sam just wanted someone with the top skills at survival.

And, damn, did Gabriel have that in spades. Yeah, she'd just watch from here.

[mangacrack.livejournal.com]

Silmarillion, Maglor, wanting his brothers and his fathers back

[mangacrack.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Sam /& Hallucifer, I'm you dark fantasy

[mahmfic.livejournal.com]

Sherlock BBC, Moriarty, He fantasizes to kill someone

[mahmfic.livejournal.com]

Sherlock BBC, Any, school boy/girl kink

[mahmfic.livejournal.com]

Any, Any, it is his/her deepest secret that he/she loves the fantasy genre.

[jadaryl.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Eliot, It is his deepest secret that he loves the fantasy genre.

Eliot shoved the notebook to the bottom of his go bag. Hardison would never let him hear the end of it if he ever found out. It had started when he was in junior high. He'd read the Lord of the Rings on a dare from his cousin. From there, it had all gone down hill. No one needed to know that he'd watched Buffy, Angel, and Supernatural more times than Hardison could imagine. That was the real reason he didn't have a TV. He'd never get anything done. As it was, he lost a lot of sleep, reading everything from the Sword of Truth series to dry, dusty tomes of various legends. Even worse, he'd started writing his own fantasy novel. If he ever decided to publish it, he'd be forced to recruit Chaos or Hardison would find out. No, he'd have to get multiple aliases each backed up by a different hacker's work. Then it would never get back to his team. He couldn't afford the damage to his reputation, not after all the times he made fun of Hardison's World of Warcraft obsession.

[mahmfic.livejournal.com]

LOTR, Merry/Pippin, dreaming of you

[mahmfic.livejournal.com]

Any, Any, Yes, this is definitely my fantasy

Fantasy Life, Leverage, Eliot/Parker/Hardison

[chasingtides.livejournal.com]

Parker sat on the kitchen counter, her legs tucked up under her, while Eliot made dinner and Hardison Horded at the table. She munched on a carrot and pretended Hardison wasn't talking to a monster, an elf, and a magician like they were real people.

"Dinner," Eliot announced, pulling the roast from the oven with a flourish worthy of a TV chef.

Hardison ignored him and did something that made his screen go FLASHBANG.

"That means no more computer," Eliot told him, like he always did on nights when they weren't working a job or traveling or having a night with Nate and Sophie.

Hardison ignored him, like he always did when Eliot told him to put his computer and tech away.

And then, like always, it commenced into a tug of war that Eliot always won. And Hardison, like always, pouted. And like always, Parker unfolded herself and took a seat between her two boys, ready for food and complaints and half-formed plans to take down the FBI (Hardison had already hacked their archives and Eliot had a couple agents he wanted to take down a peg or two).

Last night, sitting on the edge of the roof, looking out at the Boston skyline, Eliot had asked them about their fantasies and Hardison had a big long story involving elves and slavegirl costumes and Parker hadn't said anything at all.

She knew what fantasies were. She'd had them when she was a girl and every new car was a chance to get away. She had them as a teenager, when she was in Archie's safe houses, dreaming of a day when she would have her very own safe house.

But right now, on an IKEA chair between her hacker and her hitter, munching on roast pork and apples they had picked together at the Bolton orchards, Parker knew she didn't have a fantasy. This had been her fantasy forever and now that it was real, she didn't need anything else.

[marbleglove.livejournal.com]

Highlander, any, wingfic

[marbleglove.livejournal.com]

Labyrinth, Sarah, she used to use fantasies to escape the real world, now she uses the real world to escape the fantasies.

[samueljames]

Firefly, Simon/Jayne, Simon has this way of making it safe for him to open up about his fantasies and Jayne admits for the first time that he's always wanted someone he could surrender control to.

[xenoamorist.livejournal.com]

Ughhh, I need to finish watching the rest of Firefly so I can write this. ♥

[clwilson2006.livejournal.com]

SGA, Lorne(/Parrish or nobody), Atlantis is just something he once dreamed

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

Fullmetal Alchemist, Winry, dreaming of the day when the boys come home for good.

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

NCIS, Tim/Kate (+any/all the female characters), He still fantasizes about Kate in leather...but sometimes [ ] shows up in his dreams, too.

[tigriswolf]

Inception, Arthur/Eames, Sometimes, Arthur dreams of winged horses and goes flying. Sometimes, Eames is there.

[tigriswolf]

Glee, Kurt, no place is more enchanted than one where a unicorn has been born

[tigriswolf]

Glee(/Last Unicorn), Kurt + author's choice, son of the unicorn

[tigriswolf]

Glee, Kurt, unicorns are the wariest of all wild things

[tigriswolf]

Harry Potter, Al/Scorpius, only Al inherited parseltongue

A Trio of Encounters

[love-evil.livejournal.com]

The first time it happens is when they're on holiday in Cornwall. Al is four and has wandered off on an adventure of his own. Ginny is exasperated but not too worried as she searches the park, calling out her little boy's name. When she finally finds him she freezes, her heart crawling into her throat as she sees him laid on the grass hissing at a snake. Before she realises what she's doing her wand is in her hand and the snake is flying through the air. Al cries out in alarm and then simply cries as Ginny yells at him to never, ever do that again. He promises he won't, and later she feels guilty for berating him for something he doesn't understand. But she still gets nightmares of her time in the Chamber of Secrets, and watching her son speaking with a snake does nothing but worry her. She knows being a parselmouth does not make you evil (Harry is one too, and he is anything but evil) and that she should be more accepting of her son's gift; but there are too many negative emotions associated with this aspect of magic to make acceptance as easy as it sounds.

When Harry asks what's wrong, she tells him nothing.
***
The second time it happens Al is eleven and has just been formally invited to attend Hogwarts. Harry decides to celebrate by taking the family to the zoo. The day is going as well as can be expected when you have two young sons who like nothing more than to mercilessly tease and annoy each other, when they reach the reptile house. Ginny is instantly anxious, although she denies it when he asks what's wrong. Harry doesn't push, but he does watch her closely and easily notices the apprehensive looks she sends Al as they walk past tanks of lazing lizards and sleeping snakes. He frowns, wondering what Ginny is thinking is going to happen, when suddenly she goes deathly pale. Harry spins round, his hand reaching for his wand, before he spots what has so frightened his wife. Al's hand is pressed against the glass of a tank housing a cobra, his eyes wide as the snake hisses at him. Then he hisses back, and Harry is able to make out the words, "How can I understand you?"

The drive home is deathly silent. Even James, who usually delights in his younger brother being scolded, is quiet as he stares out the window. Lily is still hiding behind one of her stuffed animals; Al's eyes are pointedly trained on his shoes. Ginny hasn't said a word since she screamed at Al and Harry had to quickly remove them from the zoo. Harry is bursting with questions about how his wife knew about Al's gift and why she had reacted like she did, but that is not a conversation he wants to have while driving, or in front of the kids. He also knows he needs to talk to Al as soon as he's talked with Ginny. Harry doesn't have a problem with his son speaking parseltongue, but he knows that others might. Telling your son that he may very well be ridiculed or persecuted if he reveals his new-found talent is one of those conversation he'd really rather avoid - but part of being a good parent is explaining difficult things to your kids before they're traumatized, and although Harry may be a little too late on that front he very much agrees with the saying 'better late than never'.
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[misura.livejournal.com]

Chuck, any, sword & sorcery

[natural-blue-26.livejournal.com]

Any, any/any, 'Dream Lover' - Mariah Carey

Oh when you walk by every night
Talking sweet and looking fine
I get kind of hectic inside
Oh baby I'm so into you
Darling if you only knew
All the things that flow through my mind
But it's just a sweet sweet fantasy baby

Not a fill

[merryghoul]

But the song you're referring to is "Fantasy," not "Dreamlover."

[natural-blue-26.livejournal.com]

Any, any higher power, "About half my designs are controlled fantasy, 15 percent are total madness and the rest are bread-and-butter designs." -Manolo Blahnik