Friday - Here be Monsters

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

Good morning, it's Friday, and my last day filling in. I’m evil_little_dog and hope you've enjoyed this week's prompts. My final theme Movie Monsters! Prompts should have some relation to movie monsters, whether involving traditional monsters, those from our favorite SyFy bad movie nights, or Leatherface!

The rules still haven't changed:
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
No spoilers in prompts.
If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space.

Prompts should be formatted as follows:
Fandom, Character+/Character, Prompt

Some examples to get the ball rolling...
- Burn Notice, Good guy ensemble, They've dealt with hurricanes, drug dealers, and the CIA, but they weren't really prepared for Sharknado.
- The X-files, Scully+Mulder, "Godzilla. We're investigating Godzilla?"
- Leverage, Eliot/Parker/Hardison, Parker loves cuddling up to watch horror movies
- Fullmetal Alchemist, The Risembool Trio, Haunted house.

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[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

Burn Notice, Good guy ensemble, They've dealt with hurricanes, drug dealers, and the CIA, but they weren't really prepared for Sharknado.

[daria234.livejournal.com]

The thing about sharks is, everyone knows to be careful of them in the water.

When you're a spy, you have to know how to fight them when they're flying through the air.

That's why it's always handy to have some duct tape, a blow torch, and if you can get it, some C4.

It also helps if you have an ex-Navy Seal who can hold his breath for three minutes and swim up the sharknado to tape the explosives to a shark and spread some accelerant around the waterspout. At that point, it's just a matter of lighting it up and getting out of the way.

Of course, sometimes there are too many sharknadoes to handle each of them individually. But a good spy knows that sometimes, the only thing that can take down a man-eating sea beast is a bigger man-eating sea beast.

Which is why it's always nice if your girlfriend has a hacker friend who knows a smuggler who knows a merman mercenary who knows some giant squids.

I know a Squid-urricane sounds like its a bad thing. But when you're dealing with really, really sharp teeth, sometimes it's your only option. Mix one Giant Squid-urricane with a bunch of flying sharks, get everyone to a nice dry hiding place, and you're good to go.

You just have to hope that when the weather clears, nothing finds its way into your swimming pool.

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

The X-files, Scully+Mulder, "Godzilla. We're investigating Godzilla?"

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Eliot/Parker/Hardison, Parker loves cuddling up to watch horror movies

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

Fullmetal Alchemist, The Risembool Trio, Haunted house.

[jordannamorgan]

Way belated here, but...

Bump in the Night (@ prose_alchemist)

[jalu2.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Sam+Dean, Winchesters vs. The Blob.

[hwficjournal.livejournal.com]

Person of Interest, Finch/Reese or Finch + Reese. John runs into a vampire. It's just as well Finch is such a geek - he knows how to kill it. And reaches John just in time.

[mtxref-fic.livejournal.com]

Reese had emptied the entire clip into the torso of the pale, black-clad man, and that did nothing more than put holes in the other's clothes and rile him up. And Reese had exhausted two back-up clips he had on him. Several numbers had come up at once, all belonging to club kids, all who had gone to the same vampire-themed night spot. Their one link the same strange character who had promised them eternal life if they let him feed on them. Flushing him out, Reese had played cat and mouse with him through the graveyard, and now the man -- if he was a man -- had pinned Reese down in a mausoleum. Perfect place for a fight with a guy who dressed like the cheeziest goth club kid imaginable. But had proved more than a mere wannabe vampire.

"You think a few bits of lead will stop me?" the creep snarled, lips curled back from his too-sharp teeth as he strode toward Reese. "This is why you humans are so easy to kill, because you are so confident in your own strength. Next to me, you are nothing."

"Mister Reese, I'm closing in on your position," Finch's voice called over Reese's earpiece.

"Finch, I told you to get out of here: he's got me boxed in between two coffins," Reese replied, resigned to his fate.

"Have you been shooting at him?"

"No, I've been tossing garlic cloves at him," Reese replied, sarcastically.

((The rest can be read Here (http://mtxref-fic.livejournal.com/225050.html).))

[hwficjournal.livejournal.com]

Person of interest Finch/John. John still believes he's a monster. Finch has to persuade him otherwise.

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

MCU, Ensemble, "Stop calling it Mothra!" "What else you going to call a giant butterfly that's tearing up New York?"

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Any, any, "Release the Kraken!" "Only Liam Neeson and Mr Burns can get away with saying that."

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Any, any +/ any, "Since when are you a werewolf?" "Longer than you'd think. But they're cool now so I came out."

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

MCU, any/any, surprisingly, given their day job, horror movies always make "any" jump.

Darcy/Jason fill

[quitehopeless.livejournal.com]

“You know, I had you figured for someone who made fun of every horror movie and called it lame,” Jason said, trying not to laugh at the way Darcy was curled up against his chest, covering her eyes with his shirt. “Where'd the brave girl who hangs out with gods and tasers mortals go? You're dating me, remember? I taught you Krav Maga. Tried to, anyway. Where's all this fear coming from?”

“I don't know.”

“Darcy,” Jason said, lifting up her head. “If someone hurt you, if they scared you, if they so much as looked at you funny, they'd answer to me. You don't need to be scared.”

“Sometimes I get scared for you,” she said, and Jason frowned. “I saw you on the news again. It wasn't funny or sweet. Not this time. It was just messed up. You and Dick almost died.”

“We've had worse.”

“Not helping.”

He laughed, combing through her hair. “Neither of us has a normal life. You're an assistant to a woman who goes to other planets with guys who are supposedly gods. I'm back from the dead and half-insane and—”

“You are so much more than that. And you are not allowed to die again.”

“That settles it,” Jason said, shifting in his seat. She looked at him suspiciously. He smiled. “I figured you'd get around to saying you just wanted an excuse to snuggle with me.”

She grinned. “If I wanted that, I could just tase you.”

“You could,” he began, but the rest of what he would have said was drowned out by her scream as the monster appeared on screen and she jumped. He wrapped his arm around her. “Don't worry. I'll protect you.”

“I can do that myself. I have a taser.”

“I know. I'm not afraid of it.”

“I know,” she said, snuggling against him. “I love you.”

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Frasier, any, "it was just a movie, a work of fiction! There's no such thing as..."

[tigriswolf]

Disney’s Hercules/Rise of the Guardians (2012), Hades + Pitch Black, soul mates

[tigriswolf]

Highlander, Methos, his place in the history books

[tigriswolf]

Avengers movieverse, Loki + author’s choice (I favor Clint or Tony), But who prays for Satan? Who, in eighteen centuries, has had the common humanity to pray for the one sinner that needed it most?

[tigriswolf]

Avengers movieverse, Loki, my childhood spat back out the monster that you see

Avengers Movieverse Fill: The Monster You See

[scribblemyname]

“You know what my father asked me?” Loki broke the silence suddenly. “My father. Why are you such a monster?” Loki narrowed those somewhat hungry, slightly manic eyes at his drinking companion.

Natasha Romanova, whom he had called things unforgivable, had taken to driving to his apartment/cell/holding house each weekend, laying one knife on the table beside her, and drinking vodka while he brooded. Thor would say it was amazing the god let her play metaphorical Russian roulette in her own, very Russian way, but there was no luck to it. She owed him a debt. Not one he would wish her to repay.

She merely quirked a brow at him, lifted her glass, and sipped the amber fluid.

“My childhood spat back out the monster that you see.” Loki had reasons for his weaknesses, of that she was certain. But she was also certain that they were weaknesses.

Her eyebrow smoothed out again. Natasha shrugged. She mentally noted the constant tick of red digits flying past in her mental ledger.

Loki laughed at her. “You think my reasons unworthy.” His laughter turned to a dark, angry scowl. “You are just like them.” His family.

Natasha set down her vodka and met him with a cold gaze. “My childhood spat back out the monster that you see.” She picked up her vodka and downed the last of it, then stood and waited for one moment, for two.

He stared at her, startled and furious, and she waited for his magic powers to reach out and strike her, but then he leaned back and said, “Didn’t you like my present?”

Clint. He was talking about Clint.

She had received such presents before.

The Black Widow tilted her head at him and considered yet again an appropriate sentence for his crimes, and yet came up against Thor yet again and the older brother’s urgent need to redeem Loki. There was one answer that balanced both, perfectly, but it was very Russian and the one solution she found distasteful to implement.

She mentally noted the constant tick of red flying past the back of her vision. Red Room. Red blood. Red. How many times had they written her in red?

Natasha answered, “I will return an appropriate thank you soon.”

She stepped out into the cool New York afternoon and tucked her knife back into its hidden sheath. Soon.

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[tigriswolf]

Teen Wolf (TV), Stiles + Derek (or Peter), I’m not afraid of you, the boy says, and the wolf growls and growls

[rett-chan.livejournal.com]

Hellraiser/any, any, Cenobite.

[rett-chan.livejournal.com]

Dracula, Lucy, she never died the final death, so she hunts the night in the modern age.

[rett-chan.livejournal.com]

Hannibal Lecter series, Mischa, back from the grave.

[rett-chan.livejournal.com]

Any, any, werewolf pack dynamics.

Teen Wolf, Derek/Stiles (Spoilers if you haven't seen 3x12!)

[wildlinggirl.livejournal.com]

A/N: I don't know if this is what you were going for, but I had something like this in my mind ever since the last episode... hope you enjoy all the same...



"What am I?"

Derek looks up from the ancient book with an unpronounceable title that he was focused on and faces the scrawny teenager.

"A nuisance, most of the time."

Stiles rolls his eyes, sitting up on his chair, forgetting for a moment the extensive research going on in his computer.

Saving Chris, Melissa and the Sheriff ended up with Beacon Hills turning into a supernatural magnet -even more than it already was- and so Stiles found himself on research duty pretty much on a daily basis. Derek's company didn't really make the work easier either.

However, despite the snarky comebacks (and the ones he could already foresee), Stiles insisted with his question.

"You know what I mean. What you said, when you got back..."

Derek raises an eyebrow, as if questioning his words. "That we, all of us, we are pack?"

"Yeah, that" Stiles nodded. "You included Allison, and Lydia, and me. Sure, Allison's a werewolf hunter, and Lydia's... something. So, what am I? Why did you include me too?"

Derek puts the ancient volume down for a moment in order to compose an actual question. Despite his continues questions, Derek had to admit that the human boy never ceased to amaze him.

"Because, as annoying as you can be" Stiles made a face and Derek avoided grinning at it, "you're still pack."

"But how does that work?" Stiles continues even before he could attempt to grab the tome again. "I mean, what does that make me?"

"It makes you nothing. Just, you know, one of us."

"So what, am I like a Beta? An Omega?"

Derek sighs, exhasperated. "You're not a werewolf, Stiles."

"I know that, thank you very much" Stiles replies, giving a 'well, duh' look. "I mean, from what I researched when Scott was bit, packs have this... way of working. Like a structure. I mean, you know that, obviously. What does that make me in our pack? What am I in the pac-"

Derek silences him with a kiss.

It's fast, and ends quickly. The werewolf presses his lips roughly against Stiles' thin mouth, making him quiver for a moment before settling for silence. As always, it worked in effectively silencing him.

"There are no special... ways in our pack. We're family, in case you didn't realize that. But you can always place yourself as my mate."

He gives him an amused look when he realizes Stiles' struggling to come with a smartass retort, but is unable to do so. Instead, he turns around and returns his attention to the computer. Derek doesn't even have to look at him to know there's a slight blush on his white cheeks.

It takes about ten minutes, when Derek's lost in his reading again, for Stiles to make one final comment.

"I wouldn't really mind that."

[wildlinggirl.livejournal.com]

Dexter/any supernatural fandom, Dexter+/any, Dexter always thought he was a monster... until he met a real monster, that is.

Dexter/The Vampire Diaries

[wrong-song.livejournal.com]

Written with first Klaus, then Damon in mind... could apply to several, I'm sure.


He knows he should run, but for one, he doesn't think he'll get very far.

Then there's the fact that he can't stop staring at the blood dripping off the face of the man, no, demon, in front of him. He's killed so many, but he's never understood the word monster until right now. In some sick way, he thinks it might be the most beautiful thing he's ever seen.

The monster is staring back at him, amused at Dexter's reaction, or contemplating making Dexter its next meal. Or both.

He's going to die tonight. He knew it would happen someday, but he was hoping Harrison would be older, at least.

The monster approaches him, and Dexter wishes he could feel the cold steel of a knife in his hand. At least he could go out trying.

"You want this, don't you?" the monster says.

Dexter has no idea how to answer that, not quite sure what the question is. "We share a ... fascination," he finally manages.

The monster cocks its head. Then its eyes go dark, and it bites into its arm. A second later, Dexter is choking, unable to do anything but swallow the rich, coppery blood spilling down his throat. The monster lets him go, and he doubles over, coughing.

"When you wake up, you're going to be starving," the monster says. "I have no doubt you can figure that part out. If I were you, though, I'd get out of the sun first or you'll render this whole exercise completely pointless."

Before he can properly digest that, the monster's hands are cradling his face. "Trust me," the monster says, "The whole blood thing? It's so much better this way."

He feels the snap of his neck breaking, and everything goes dark.

[wildlinggirl.livejournal.com]

True Blood, any vampire, "so what? Dracula can make dramatic entrances but I can't?"

[draycevixen.livejournal.com]

Person of Interest, Reese/Finch, it's an eye opener for Reese to realize that Finch considers himself one of the monsters

[draycevixen.livejournal.com]

Sherlock, John/Sherlock, it's like living with Dr. Frankenstein

Small Fill

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

"Mrs Hudson doesn't come in to clean up after you, you know," John said, apropos of nothing. He was sitting on the sofa watching Sherlock make a bigger mess of whatever messy ... substance he'd been keeping in the fridge.

"I am aware of that, John," Sherlock murmured, not looking up from the mess on the kitchen table that he was examining with scalpel and... things that had likely been liberated from the Morgue without anyone's knowing.

"Then why don't you clean up after your experiments? We can't have people over, or even eat - or prepare food in there, anymore," John pointed out.

"Why not?" Sherlock asked, placing ... something ... into a petri dish.

"Because it's unhygienic, Sherlock," John replied in that tone of voice reserved especially for small children who keep asking "why" after you've actually given the fullest explanation possible already and are now just humouring them.

"I disagree. I use industry-standard cleaning solutions to ensure no common, everyday bacteria can interfere with my experiments. It's perfectly hygienic."

"You keep human organs in the fridge! I nearly drank an eye last week! It's like living with Dr Frankenstein. Or his servant. Or his monster," John added darkly.

"Ah. I was wondering what had happened to that eye. You tasted it, and replaced it in the fridge. You do realise that is very unhygienic? You complain about me doing that with the milk."

John slapped his palm across his eyes. "I can't win."