Monday: Moon

[enochia.livejournal.com]

Hello everyone, it’s enochia again, with a pinch-hit. First theme for this week is “moon”. Romantic backdrop, sinister influence, lunacy, werewolves, myths and legends, SF...take your pick.



Give your prompts according to these rules:



- No more than three prompts in one fandom

- No more than five prompts in a row unless one of your prompts is filled. Then you can prompt again.

- No spoilers in prompts

- If your fill contains spoilers, please warn and leave plenty of space



Please keep the codemonkeys in mind and obey formatting rules:



Fandom, Character, Prompt

Fandom, Character/Character, Prompt

Fandom, Character + Character, Prompt



Examples:



Any, any, Kaguya-hime

Mulan, Yao + Ying + Chien-Po, trying to figure out the “mysterious as the dark side of the moon” part

Any, any/any, “we’re like this half-moon; I’m the darkness and you’re the light; neither can stand alone”



If there is nothing that catches your fancy, take a look at the lonely prompts.



tag=moon

Comments

[enochia.livejournal.com]

Any, any, Kaguya-hime (”http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kaguyahime”)

[enochia.livejournal.com]

Mulan, Yao + Ling + Chien-Po, trying to figure out the “mysterious as the dark side of the moon” part

[enochia.livejournal.com]

Any, any/any, “we’re like this half-moon; I’m the darkness and you’re the light; neither can stand alone”

[foxstarreh.livejournal.com]

BtVS, Oz/Bay, his first full moon in years

[enochia.livejournal.com]

Silmarillion(/LotR), any, I remember when the moon first rose.

[enochia.livejournal.com]

Any, any werewolf character, the pains of that time of the month

Not a fill

[icarus-chained.livejournal.com]

It's just that now that you say it. I've been hearing that joke for years, and I never thought to wonder until I saw your prompt.

For female werewolves, how does that work? Does one time of the month interfere with the other? Wolves are mammalian, so they probably have periods. So ... Either female werewolves have both periods at the same time, meaning they spend all their wolf-time bleeding, OR they have a wolf time of the month and a separate bleeding time of the month? Essentially spending the whole month having 'that time of the month'?

... Either way, female werewolves get the worst deal ever.

[foxstarreh.livejournal.com]

BtVS, Buffy/Spike, pretty in the moonlight

[adlanth.livejournal.com]

The Silmarillion, Tilion, the first time he sailed

[adlanth.livejournal.com]

The Silmarillion, Tilion / or + Arien, seeking the Sun

[adlanth.livejournal.com]

The Silmarillion, Tilion + or / Eärendil, friends in high places

[elfgirljen.livejournal.com]

any, any, Flowers don't bloom in the moon light

[mahmfic.livejournal.com]

any, any, holy shit, we're on the moon

[mahmfic.livejournal.com]

any, any, meeting someone who doesn't think we landed on the moon in '69

[elfgirljen.livejournal.com]

any, any, What do you mean someone left a parking ticket on the moon buggy?

Pick a Space (fill)

[cascadewaters.livejournal.com]

"I mean just what I said. But... but..." Jack gaped for a moment before pulling together a coherent thought. "But we're on the moon."

"Yes, Jack, I'm aware."

Jack sputtered, "The moon, Daniel. We're on *the moooooon!*"

Daniel sighed. "Yes, Jack. We have established that we are, in fact, on the moon."

Jack reached out with his bulky glove to snatch the ticket from Daniel's, bringing it close to his faceplate so that he could examine it in detail. "But... how...?? It's not like there are meter maids up here! And what the-- Double-parking?!? How--?? I didn't double-park! You can't double-park on the moon! You can't *single-park* on the moon! There are no lines!!" He finally trailed off with some strangled sounds of frustration, entertaining mental images of finding this 'meter maid' and sending her tumbling far, far away from the first vacation he'd had in three years. He was trying to soothe himself with thoughts of his golfing gear and rc planes in the back of the buggy when he saw movement out of the corner of his eye.

He turned, as rapidly as he could in the awkward spacesuit that was just almost too ironic for words, to see...

...the one person he'd felt like having with him on his 'moon weekend,' the one currently-contactable person in the universe who understood him and was content to just let Jack be Jack without judgments or paperwork to sign... bent almost double, wheezing into the radio.

It took the (possibly over-seasoned) general a moment to realize that Daniel was not in distress. Nope; the little twerp was laughing. At him. Jack had started moving toward him out of alarm before realization hit, and now he kept moving until he was close enough to smack the back of Daniel's helmet. "You little...!!!!!"

Daniel tried to straighten, tears glistening on his cheeks inside his protective gear. He put a hand on Jack's shoulder for support as he tried to stay both upright and on his feet. "Oh... oh... oh, Jack, that... thank you, that was..."

A piece of Jack reflected that Daniel probably needed this laugh as much as Jack needed the vacation--maybe more--but most of Jack really didn't give a flying flip. Or didn't right this minute, anyway. "Alright, wise guy, what's the deal?"

The archaeologist was still pulling himself together, but at least he could speak now. "The deal is that you are way too easy to mess with sometimes. A parking ticket? Really, Jack? Sounds like a sign of a guilty conscience, to me."

The look Jack gave his best friend could've frozen Mercury. "Daniel," he said in a distinct warning tone, "why do you sound surprised?"

"Oh. Ah. That." Daniel pointed to the ticket. "You see a parking ticket."

"Beeeeecause that's what it is." Daniel shook his head fondly. Jack sighed. "Okay, egghead, if it's not a parking ticket, what is it?"

Daniel said, "Look again, Jack." Jack almost snapped out a refusal, but his eyes were already moving down to the ticket... or what had been the ticket, and now looked suspiciously like a Scantron. He gaped, then glanced up at Daniel--and saw his smile. "Psychic paper. That's right, it was sort of a test; I wanted to know what you'd see. And let me tell ya, Jack, you do not disappoint. Oh, and thanks to you, the Doctor owes me twenty bucks."

Jack blinked at Daniel a couple of times, and then simply opened his hand and let go of the paper, stepping in to his friend's personal space. "Oh, I'll give you twenty bucks right now...."

[mahmfic.livejournal.com]

Doctor Who, any, Companion: There's Cybermen on the moon!?
Doctor: Yeah, it's not the first time it's happened.

[elfgirljen.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Dean, the moon is always watching

Fill.

[carrotplush.livejournal.com]

Sam had always been the nicer one. The rational one. Dean would never admit it but sometimes he wanted to do nothing but learn Sam's ignorance. But at the end of the day a monster was a monster and someone had to do the job.

That led to this moment. Dean stood over the woman's body. Her blood splattered the walls. She hadn't done anything - not really. But Dean had seen the flash of white in the mirrors. He'd watched her walk around town as if she belonged, as if she was human.

He'd left Sam at the hotel after pretending he was simply looking for a girl. Well, it hadn't been a lie. He just happened to know which girl he was looking for and he wasn't planning on staying the night.

Dean wiped a hand on his jeans before leaving the woman's house. He stood for a moment on her porch. It was silent. No dogs, no kids. Just Dean and the silent night. He gave a heavy sigh and walked towards his car.

Nobody would find the lady for days, Sam would never know. It'd simply be Dean and the moon sharing a silent memory in the middle of the night.

[mahmfic.livejournal.com]

Buffy, Oz, he becomes more feral at night than he wants to admit

[mahmfic.livejournal.com]

any, any, you can't just blow up the moon you dumbass

[mtxref-fic.livejournal.com]

Torchwood, Jack/Ianto swimming naked in the moonlight

((Changed my mind as to the fandom: could use something sweet and sexy about now: had a rough day))

not a fill, but...

[cascadewaters.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry that you had a rough day. *hug*

[elfgirljen.livejournal.com]

Buffy:TVS, Oz, it's that time of the month

[aestivali.livejournal.com]

Northanger Abbey, Catherine Morland/Henry Tilney, moonlight still feels a little magical

[katleept.livejournal.com]

Rise of the Guardians, Jack Frost (+ any), man in the moon

[katleept.livejournal.com]

Angel, Angel/Cordy, He's known some pretty women in the full moonlight, but she is, by far, the loveliest.

[katleept.livejournal.com]

any, any + any dragon or pegasus character, riding/flying in the moonlight

here, have a dragon <i>and</i> a pegasus -- original, pg

[tigriswolf]

(This is so fluffy, OMG)


Skychildren are rare; Etana hasn't seen one of her kind in -- a long time. Not since she left her mother's nest, and that was uncountable ages ago. She has flown the world over, seeking companionship, and though she has visited the Flamechildren in their infernos and the Earthchildren in their warrens, and even spent a turn in the ocean with the Seachildren, she has not seen one of her own in all her days.

She has had no one to fly with since she was small and it grows lonelier with every rise of the moon.

And then, on a night like any other, she sees something shimmer in the moonlight, wings singing as it rises higher and higher, and she rises to meet it.

She trumpets a greeting and it laughs, “Well met!”

Beyond their wings, they have nothing in common. But they spiral around the moonlight, they race through the clouds, they chase each other to the ground and back.

As the moon sets and the sun peers over the far edge of the world, Etana and her companion settle down in Etana’s nest. “I am Yvere,” the creature tells her, “daughter of the First Flyer.”

“I am Etana, Skychild,” Etana replies, tucking herself up small beside Yvere. “You are the first I’ve found who could keep up with me.” No bird has ever managed it. Most of them flee. There was a phoenix, once --

“And I, you!” Yvere laughs. She rests her head on Etana’s shoulder. “It’s been so long since I had such fun. Not since I left the herd.” She sighs, wings rustling.

“Sleep, sister,” Etana tells her. “I’ll guard the sky till you wake.” Skychildren need little rest, and Etana’s excitement will keep her awake, anyway. A companion, at last!

“I’ll need to feed towards dusk,” Yvere murmurs. “I’ll wake then.”

Etana hums, low in her throat, and Yvere laughs a little. “Exactly so,” she sighs, and then sleeps. Etana softly trills her mother’s lullaby and cannot wait for the moon to rise.

[aestivali.livejournal.com]

Peter Pan, Peter/Wendy, you're as bright as the sun and as bold as the moon

Like the stars hold the moon (PG) p. I

[bloodconfetti.livejournal.com]

Only a piece of her heart broke the promise; that's what she tells herself.

The promise that she'd never run away again, never return to Neverland, never leave her family to wonder.

But one night, she's getting older, and Wendy casts a glance at her window, locked tight, and thinks, One last time. Because she knows, she'll never get the chance again.

It isn't that she doesn't want to grow up, that she isn't ready, but to simply let her childhood slip through her fingers without one last childish adventure would be a crime. Wouldn't it?

She finds herself very much out of practice, but Wendy has a secret. She learned to fly, that time, long ago, without the help of fairy dust. Just like Peter. She gathers all of her happiest thoughts into a pile, and feels them kissing her cheeks upward, forcing her mouth into a powerful smile. Wendy gathers her strength, her courage, and her will, too. And then she does it; she flies, yet again.

Someday, when she is old and dying, Wendy may forget the way, but she's written it atop every school note since she got home, and with hope attached to action, she will not forget, that it's second to the right, and straight on 'til morning.

And it is a very early morning, indeed, when Wendy arrives in Neverland. It takes some time, but she maps out the island, and eventually finds a hideout that could only be Peter and Tink's.

Prudently, Wendy sails down to the ground, watching her every step over mossy rock, and wild grass. Peter's sure to have traps. There are still pirates, she's sure, even after Hook. Unless the crocodile swallowed every one of them whole...

With creased brow, Wendy shakes it out of her head. They were all loathsome, of course, but Wendy is not certain that they all deserved death. Piracy, she always thought, was something often held in much more ill-regard than it should be.

At last, she sets foot outside of a door, whose mechanics seemed familiar, and a giggle from yester-year bubbles up inside of her. The first slide down was the scariest, funnest thing! But out of caution, Wendy begins tearing, from the bottom, around, and up, a long piece of fabric off her nightgown, and secures it to a fat tree limb outside the door.

"Well," she tells herself, hands sweating in anticipation, "Here goes." And holding firmly to the end of her self-made tether, flings herself through the door and down the hole.