Wednesday - Supernatural Phenomena

[pipisafoat]

Good morning! I'm pipisafoat, here for the third day of your week.

Today, I want to bring in everything supernatural. No, not the show, though of course feel free to use that if you like. I want lots of demons, ghosts, vampires, and other supernatural creatures in fandoms where they may or may not usually be, and anything else you want to throw in - mysteriously rearranging furniture, things that disappear and reappear in a different place - go crazy!

Remember: No more than five prompts in a row, no more than three per fandom per prompter. You can always come back later and add more once yours have been answered. Be aware of SPOILERS! Please, please, please put a spoiler alert and at least three spaces.

Don't forget to format your prompts correctly:
author's choice, author's choice, When he closed his eyes, he swore he felt someone touching him.
X-Files, Mulder/Scully, Bad Blood episode
NCIS, Abby/author's choice, there's a reason she sometimes sleeps in a coffin

Have at! And if nothing here strikes your fancy, be sure to check out the Lonely Prompts.

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[pipisafoat]

author's choice, author's choice, When he closed his eyes, he swore he felt someone touching him.

[lilithisbitter.livejournal.com]

When he closes his eyes, Barney can feel the ghost of Robin's breath on the head of his cock and the feel of Ted's fingers sliding into the pucker of his ass. He can feel her hair and the tips of her breasts with the stiff peaks of his nipples brush against his own erect nipples. Ted's mouth ghostly nibbles at the back of his neck and his tongue slides wetly over his ear. He's loved, he's forgiven.

When he keeps his eyes closed, Robin mounts him, no condoms blocking him from the wet velvety sheath of her cunt, so tight and hot. Ted raises him up and prepares him with a few deft twists of his fingers and a splash of lube. His hips raises up and he sinks down, filled and filling someone else, warm and wanted.

When he keeps his eyes closed, he's forgiven and Ted doesn't hate him. Ted presses kisses to his cheeks and Robin pushes her lips to his own, parting them to slid in her whiskey, red meat, and cigar smoke tasting tongue. He's loved as long as he closes his eyes.

His eyes opens and he's on his couch in his lonely condo, porn playing on his ultralarge tv set, one hand wrapped around his cock and the other thrusting a vibrating adult recreation penis up his ass. There's nobody there, just him and his toys. It's lonely there.

He missed them... all of them. And then he closes his eyes and Marshall and Lily are there now. For now he's not lonely again. His mouth quirks in a slight smile as they help him enjoy the afterglow.

"Come back Barney, sweetie," Lily begs.

"We miss you," Marshall adds.

And he hopes they do.

[pipisafoat]

X-Files, Mulder/Scully, Bad Blood episode

[pipisafoat]

NCIS, Abby/author's choice, there's a reason she sometimes sleeps in a coffin

NCIS, Abby/author's choice, there's a reason she sometimes sleeps in a coffin

[momma-66.livejournal.com]

Abby gasped and turned when the cool hand touched her bare shoulder. "Damn it, Timmy!" she glared at him.

"Hey," he grinned sheepishly. "Sorry, didn't think I could scare you any more."

She smiled, "well, only when you can sneak up on me."

His grin turned sly in seconds. "Ready to go out?" He smacked his lips, "I'm hungry," his teeth glinted in the soft light.

"You're always hungry, Tim."

"I only feed once a month, of course I'm hungry." Tim pouted, "c'mon, before all the tasty lowlifes decide to go home."

Abby rolled her eyes, "there is always lowlifes Timmy. DC never tires of them."

Tim wrapped an arm around Abby's waist and pulled her in close, "let's get out there then." He bit her neck gently. Her eyes flashed from their pretty green to something else, something animal-like.

She licked her lips, "lets."

0o0

The first thing they brought down had beat it's wife that morning. It's daughter that afternoon, and it's blood tasted sweeter than nectar.

Tim looked up at Abby, eyes shinning in the lamplight. She was wiping the her mouth with the back of her hand, blood smeared across her cheek. He raised up, letting the animal fall to the ground.

He took her face between his hands and gently licked the blood from her face. She hummed delightfully. "You are so beautiful," he kissed her lips, licking them open.

Abby wrapped her arms around Tim's neck and slid her tongue along one of his teeth, sharing her blood between them.

"We should go," she kissed his neck, nibbling softly. "Before someone sees us."

Tim made a soft noise of agreement.

Their night continued, they took turns taking down the animals. Drinking each drop until the heart stilled in the beasts' chests.

o0o

When the couple finally stumbled their way back to Abby's apartment they were satisfyingly filled.

"That last one had a mite too much to drink," Abby giggled.

Tim nodded, his hands dancing over Abby's body. "Maybe a little." He pushed her against the wall and attacked her neck, scraping his teeth along the vein there. He rolled his hips into hers and moaned softly.

"Mm, Timmy, at least take me to bed." He licked his lips and lifted her up, she wrapped her legs around his torso and her arms around his neck.

Tim walked them through the apartment and tossed Abby into her coffin. He crawled in after her and with one hand working on the buttons of her blouse, the other lifted the lid and slammed it shut.

[hopefulnebula]

Eureka, author's choice, Halloween comes around and it's hard to differentiate the pranks from the genuine weirdness

[hopefulnebula]

Farscape, Aeryn Sun, what the frell is making that noise?

[dergerm.livejournal.com]

Wound up being way longer than anticipated, breaking it into two parts ^_^;

Pt. 1

There are two sorts of torture.

First, there's the sort that's mainly annoying and often involves an array of sharp things and serums of some sort. This is the kind that always has one of two endings: either you survive, or you don't. What makes it annoying is having to wait to see just how long the other involved held out and the outcome was revealed. To this date, all things concerned, the outcome had always been relatively good for Aeryn.

Then there's the other kind of torture. The kind that doesn't involve sharp things, serums, or anyone else at all. This sort of torture is all in your mind, and what makes it even more unbearable is the whole trying to decide just how in your mind it really is.

"What the frell is making that noise?" She asked as she skulked along the halls, head lowered in concentration.

There it was again, low and pained, coming from somewhere still further down the hall. She'd circled the entire ship several times, and it always sounded like it was just around the next bend. Always near, but never getting nearer.

"Pilot," Aeryn barked into her comm. She was sure Pilot was getting just as fed up with this hunt as she was, but as her only back-up he was stuck with the task. "I need you to rescan the ship."

"Mrs. Chrichton,"

"Sun, now, Pilot. You know that."

"Apologies, Aeryn Sun," he said and meant, "but I've scanned everything for lifeforms twice now and I can assure you there is nothing else."

Aeryn tched, poking her head through Rygel's old room. It was losing its old smell, and though she'd never admit it it was just a little disheartening. Another example of just how much things had changed. "You're sure you've swept everything. Even the exterior?"

"On the last sweep, yes." Pilot reassured.

The sound bellowed out again. It could have either been a vent resonating or a man screaming, but Aeryn wasn't able to settle her mind as to which.

"And nothing." More a statement than a question.

"I can assure you," Pilot said soothingly, "all whom remain on board are yourself, young D'Argo, Chiana, myself, and five dozen droids." Just another reminder of empty the ship was now.

"Do it again," she ordered.

There was a pause on the other side of the comm before Pilot spoke again. "Yes, Commander."

[milleniumrex.livejournal.com]

DC Comics, Greta Hayes, ghost stories.

[red-hot-robin.livejournal.com]

The Elias School's girls decided to have a camping trip to celebrate the end of the school year. Greta was excited to go, but Cassie couldn't because of Titan business. Fortunately, Cissie was free and shared a tent with Greta.

As night fell, the other girls made a camp fire, and as they sat around it, they started to tell 'scary' ghost stories. Cissie passed on her turn, and midway through the next girl's turn, Greta let out a giggle. Everyone turned to her, glaring except for Cissie.

“What's so funny about my scary story?” the girl that had been telling the story asked unhappily.

Greta hadn't meant to laugh, so she was about to apologize when Cissie elbowed her and cut in. “Because Greta's knows scarier ghost stories than that!” Cissie claimed as Greta's eye widened; Cissie leaned in to whisper in Greta's ear. “C'mon, Greta. You were a ghost. You have plenty of stories to tell to scare the pants of this preppy girls.”

Cissie pulled away as everyone looked at Greta expectantly. Greta took a deep breath, and started with the story of how she died and how her brother was killed by their father. After that, she just continued about how her brother continued to torture his sister, even after death. She embellished here and there, but not by much, and she didn't embellish at all when she spoke of Apokolips and Darkseid.

When she was done, she and Cissie secretly shared a look as most of the girls ran off to their tents. Once the other girls were done, Greta and Cissie broke down into a fit of giggles.

[cloudyjenn.livejournal.com]

SPN, Dean/Castiel, finding out that something weird in their life together actually isn't supernatural

[lizzielizzie.livejournal.com]

House MD, Cameron/Chase, haunted house

[cloudyjenn.livejournal.com]

CWrps, Jeff/Jensen, Jeff has/grows a set of massive hawk wings and Jensen thinks they're dead sexy (too much FE10!)

[ribbon-purple.livejournal.com]

SGA, John/Rodney, Rodney is empathic

John/Rodney, Are You Serious? (plus a couple other random pairings), Part One

[cloudyjenn.livejournal.com]

gotta split it in two, hope that's ok!


Rodney didn't notice it until he was finally released from Carson's torture chamber.

It's not like he could be blamed for missing the clues. If he had been feeling extra shots of panic, fear and pain all day, well, how was he to notice in the middle of running from axe-wielding villagers?

He'd been sentenced to a prolonged visit in the infirmary all because Sheppard touched something he shouldn't have and it was Rodney that ended up at the center of a bright flash of light. But as he told Carson time and again, he felt fine. Maybe a little annoyed, definitely a lot frustrated and curiously homesick, but otherwise fine.

Once he'd escaped, he'd gone straight to the safety of his lab, to the peace and quiet of hard science. Miko was already there, sitting at a computer, but she rarely made a sound, so Rodney just ignored her and turned on his laptop. Which then proceeded to spout a load of nonsense about flagrant error this and system failure that and if someone had been messing with his equipment, heads would roll.

He'd just started what was sure to be a very lengthy and extremely vocal rant when he felt a surge of utter alarm.

Alarm tinged with horror that quickly melted into confusion when Rodney trailed off.

That was...disconcerting.

"Dr. McKay?"

Now he felt timid. Except he didn't. He sensed the feeling, but he wasn't experiencing it. It was like looking at the emotion under a microscope. He could point to the parts, but not touch them.

Whirling on Miko, Rodney pointed an aggressive finger at her. "Do you feel that?"

Another swelling of alarm that was perfectly reflected in Miko's eyes.

This time, when Rodney felt the apprehension, it was his own. Without another word, Rodney spun towards the door, though he did throw a glare back at Miko when he felt the relief rising within her.

"Sheppard?" Rodney barked into his headset.

"Colonel Sheppard just left for the mainland, Rodney," Elizabeth's voice answered in his ear. "Is everything ok?"

"The mainland? What's he doing there?" Rodney snapped, annoyed that Sheppard wasn't instantly available to him. A passing marine edged to the far side of the hall, shooting a glance at Rodney under lowered eyelashes. To Rodney's very great surprise, he sensed in the marine a bit of trepidation. An almost-respect of someone who may not like you, but wouldn't try messing with you.

Elizabeth blabbed on about some kind of stupid problem that had come up over there, but Rodney tuned her out. Why had he ever thought this was a bad thing? This was, in fact, the perfect opportunity to find out what people really thought of him. He grinned. With that thought in mind, he mumbled a vague goodbye to Elizabeth and set off, intent of discovering whether his position and accomplishments really commanded the esteem he deserved.

[chibifukurou]

Torchwood, Jack/Ianto/Gwen/Owen/Tosh, Gwen,Owen, and Tosh are the brides of Dracula(Jack) and Ianto is Jack's Rienfield

[skieswideopen]

SGA, author's choice, alien space werewolves

[aileencross.livejournal.com]

"The expert from Earth is here, Colonel Sheppard,"

"Where the heck did they find an expert on alien space werewolves?"

"Britain; his name's Remus Lupin."

"You're joking, right?"

[darkmagic-luvr.livejournal.com]

Supernatural/Warehouse 13, Sam/Claudia, seeing ghosts

[darkmagic-luvr.livejournal.com]

Dollhouse, Topher & Adelle (may be Topher/Adelle), "I think the chair might be haunted."

Might be Haunted; Gen

[juliet316]

Could be construded as vague spoilers for Epitaph One





"Topher," Adelle called down from her office, "Why are you so far behind in imprinting."

"Uh, well," Topher's voice stammered.

"Well?"

"I think the chair might be haunted."

"What?!"

"I, um, well," Topher sought to explain, "It's just the chair is making a lot of funny noises and when I sat on it briefly, there seemed to be some voices coming off of it."

Adelle sighed. She knew this day was coming. She had just hoped with everything it wouldn't have been so soon. They had all be pushed to the breaking point. Especially Topher.

"Topher," Adelle said, in a softer voice this time.

"I'll be right there."

[little-missmimi.livejournal.com]

author's choice, author's choice, Those you've known and lost still walk behind you, all alone, they linger till they find you

[menolly-au.livejournal.com]

House, Wilson,House,Amber

Warning - character death


The spirits of the dead follow him.

When he loses his first young cancer patient he awakes to the sound of a sweet child singing on the street, stumbling to the window he looks out to see a young girl disappearing around the corner, her golden locks back again, her step light and pain free.

Since then he has been aware of them, a shadowy figure glimpsed out of the corner of his eye, a whispered word where there are no people, a footfall in an empty corridor. Each funeral attended adds another ghost, another presence.

When Amber dies he looks in vain for her, for just that fleeting second of her presence. It isn't until House explains that he is hallucinating her that he realises that she has attached herself to House instead of him, he feels an instant of burning jealousy but realises there must be a reason.

When he picks House up from Mayfield, his friend looks stronger and healthier than he has in years. Quietly he admits to Wilson that this was something he had been needing for a long time.

Wilson smiles at him and drives off, as he passes the edge of the grounds he sees her, her red scarf and long coat, sitting on a park bench in the distance. She turns as he leaves and smiles.

Many years later he is standing alone in a graveyard, the few other mourners having left. Tears roll down his cheeks as he says goodbye to his soul mate. He is all alone now, there is no-one left for him. He kneels by the grave and wonders how he will go on.

He hears the uneven step, the sound of the cane and feels a hand on his shoulder. He does not look around, not wanting to lose this moment.

A voice whispers in his ear.

"We'll be waiting for you Jimmy. "

The hand is gone and when he finally turns there is nothing behind him. But there, in the distance, sitting together under a tree there is a man with a cane and a lady with a red scarf.

He stands, and nods to himself. They will follow him now and when it is time they will find him and he will join them.

[lilithisbitter.livejournal.com]

HIMYM, Barney/Lily/Marshall, Barney's magic is for real.

[darkmagic-luvr.livejournal.com]

Dark Angel/NCSI, DiNozzo & Alec, "You remind me of a much funnier, likeable person I once knew."

[sagaluthien.livejournal.com]

LOTR, Legolas/Aragorn, Aragorn has a Ghost following him and Legolas has to....

[sagaluthien.livejournal.com]

RP, Jared Padalecki/Author's choice, when J hit puberty he also change into a vampire

[skieswideopen]

SGA, Elizabeth, They'd been on Atlantis a couple of months when she realized that small tasks were mysteriously getting done overnight.

[me-ya-ri.livejournal.com]

They'd been on Atlantis a couple of months when she realized that small tasks were mysteriously getting done overnight. Elizabeth had asked Peter if he'd done them but he'd been as baffled as she was. Rodney had huffed and told her that he had more important things to worry about than 'gremlins'. Elizabeth refused to think that the city had magical beings in it neatening up her desk and taking out the trash. It was absurd, which of course what Rodney had meant when he said it.

But as the weeks went on she wondered. No matter what time she left by the time she returned in the morning her office was immaculent. She could leave the office, talk to someone at the control panel, and then find that her garbage had been emptied in the meantime. Once she accidentally threw out a pen that she thought was out of ink and then found it again on her desk the next morning, cleaned and polished.

"This is so strange," Elizabeth whispered, staring at the papers she'd deliberately left scattered over the desk. They were now neatly sorted and stacked, in order of what had to be taken care of first. She frowned, going to her computer. There had to be a person behind this. She would not believe that magic or tiny Ancient robots were doing her paperwork for her.

It took a bit of work to find the footage that had been removed from the record but Elizabeth eventually succeeded. She couldn't help but smile as she watched Radek Zelenka sorting her paperwork and cleaning her office for her. She hid the smile with an upraised hand. Elizabeth stopped the recording, deleting it from her computer. She'd have to find a nice way to say thank you to Radek. Maybe she could create a little magic for him too.

[onceuponapillow.livejournal.com]

Veronica Mars, Veronica/Logan, Lilly is watching them

[daria234.livejournal.com]

"Don't freak out, okay?" Logan asked, his eyes taking on a look of vulnerability, of exposed fear and the desire for approval. Veronica had always been aware that the look was hers alone, like one of those almost-extinct plants that only grew in one little patch of forest.

But that look -- and that particular phrase - often came with a price when it came to Logan. But she wasn't one to run away and so she smiled, told him with her eyes that she wouldn't judge, even though, of course, she actually might.

"I had this dream once. Of Lilly. I mean, I've had lots of dreams about her. But in this one, she was happy. And she was giggling about you and me ... being together."

Veronica smiled. "Yeah, she would have gotten a kick out of it. Probably made fun of me for going for her sloppy seconds."

Logan half-laughed but continued, "I don't mean that we're dating. I mean ... she was watching us. Together."

"Oh."

"And she liked it."

Veronica paused. "Liked it how?"

"Liked it the way Lilly liked things, okay? And after she giggled, she moaned and said 'that is so hot,.'"

Veronica recognized the intonation that Logan was trying to mimic, the one that Lilly always got on those rare occasions when her erotic interest was actually not bored for more than a second.

Logan continued, " And then she told me that we make a hot couple. We should keep giving her a good show. And ... that she loves us both ... and that this is her favorite threesome ever. I'm not... I don't want you to think I'm telling you this because..." He interrupted himself with a sigh. "I'm just telling you this because I think about it sometimes. And I don't want to keep it from you because it's important to me. But... that dream -- that was when I started feeling sure that Lilly would be fine with seeing us together. As a couple I mean. That there's no need for us to feel guilty."

He waited for a response as she processed, as usual giving little away with her expression. He looked a little nervous, like he couldn't bear the thought of being rejected, or told that he was a fool or a perv or whatever else he might fear about himself. Veronica knew this nervous look well; again, it was hers alone to know, and hers alone to protect.

Finally, she smiled at him warmly. "You're right. We shouldn't feel guilty. She would be happy for us. And she's right, too. We are TOTALLY a hot couple."

Logan laughed and kissed her, lips and taste and relief and lust. Veronica smiled again at him.

She hid well that she was indeed freaked out, that she did indeed feel scared when she heard his story. Not that the story revealed something bad about Logan.

But that Veronica herself had the exact same dream. And she had told no one.

But beneath the fear, beneath the unsettled tension of coming face to face with things that usually hide, there was comfort. Lilly had always been her comfort.

The next time she was alone, Veronica talked to her, out loud, on the chance that she could hear. "Lilly. Thanks again. But I gotta say it - you are truly the only person I know who would go to the trouble of a visitation just to tell her friends to get their rocks off.... And don't think for a second I don't love you for it."

[skieswideopen]

SG1/SGA, Cam/John, vengeful ghosts

[tresa-cho.livejournal.com]

A great, wrenching gasp startled John awake. He reached out and touched a hand to a bare chest. Cam's lungs were pumping furiously as he perched on the brink of hyperventilating.

John propped himself up on his elbow and patted Cam's chest. "Hey, hey," he murmured softly, pressing his palm firmly to sweat-clicked skin. "Cam. Wake up."

Cam came to with a shout, one fist clenched to swing at John. John blocked and shoved the arm back against the bed, leaning on Cam. "Hey. It's me. Calm down."

Cam's wild eyes found his, and startled him out of his terror. His fingers clutched at John's skin, digging in painfully and holding on. "Are they gone?" he gasped. John massaged his chest, trying to calm the panicked muscles.

"Yea, they're gone," John said quietly. Cam closed his eyes and got his breathing under control. John didn't ask who 'they' were. He didn't need to know, they haunted his dreams sometimes too.

John sat up with Cam, carefully brushing soothing hands over his skin to help Cam drop back to sleep. Even after Cam's eyes closed and his breathing evened out, John kept dragging his fingers over Cam's face and chest. If he could take Cam's nightmares, or even appear in them to help ward off the vengeful ghosts... but he couldn't be in Cam's mind. He could only be in Cam's bed at night, to pull him out of his conscience.

[misura.livejournal.com]

(Rob Thurman's) Cal Leandros-series, Robin/Niko, a midsummer night's dream

[guiltyreasons.livejournal.com]

Torchwood, Author's choice, Succubi

[lovesrogue36.livejournal.com]

Buffy, Buffy/Angel, history of Angel's Claddagh