Friday: Monsters
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brumeier, and this is the last day of spooky prompts for Halloween! Thank you so much for all the excellent prompts and fills this week! Today's theme is MONSTERS! Prompts can be anything, so long as monsters – pretty much any monsters – are prominent, however you want to interpret that.
Just a few rules:
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
Use the character's full names and fandom's full name for ease adding to the Lonely Prompts spreadsheet.
No spoilers in prompts for a month after airing, or use the spoiler cut option found here.
If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space, or use the spoiler cut.
If there are possible triggers in your story, please warn for them in the subject line!
Prompts should be formatted as follows: [Use the character's full names and fandom's full name]
Fandom, Character +/ Character, Prompt
Some examples to get the ball rolling...
+ Stranger Things, Jonathan Byers, suspecting that the Demogorgon isn’t through with his family yet
+ Stargate Atlantis, Team Sheppard, there are bigger things in the deep than Sam the whale…and they’re a whole lot less friendly
+ X-Files, Fox Mulder & Dana Scully, the smallest monsters can be the scariest
+ Marvel Cinematic Universe, Thor +/ Any, Fenrir comes to Midgard
+ Any, Any, Monster Squad AU
We use AO3 to bookmark filled prompts. If you fill a prompt and post it to AO3 please add it to the Bite Sized Bits of Fic from 2016 collection. See further notes on this new option here.
Not feeling any of today’s prompts? Check out Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet 1 (not very current), Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet 2, or the Calendar Archives, or for more recent prompts, you can use LJ's advanced search options to find prompts to request and/or fill.
While the Lonely Prompts Spreadsheets and LJ's advanced search options are available, bookmarking the links of prompts you like might work better for searching for in the future.
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brumeier, and this is the last day of spooky prompts for Halloween! Thank you so much for all the excellent prompts and fills this week! Today's theme is MONSTERS! Prompts can be anything, so long as monsters – pretty much any monsters – are prominent, however you want to interpret that.Just a few rules:
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
Use the character's full names and fandom's full name for ease adding to the Lonely Prompts spreadsheet.
No spoilers in prompts for a month after airing, or use the spoiler cut option found here.
If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space, or use the spoiler cut.
If there are possible triggers in your story, please warn for them in the subject line!
Prompts should be formatted as follows: [Use the character's full names and fandom's full name]
Fandom, Character +/ Character, Prompt
Some examples to get the ball rolling...
+ Stranger Things, Jonathan Byers, suspecting that the Demogorgon isn’t through with his family yet
+ Stargate Atlantis, Team Sheppard, there are bigger things in the deep than Sam the whale…and they’re a whole lot less friendly
+ X-Files, Fox Mulder & Dana Scully, the smallest monsters can be the scariest
+ Marvel Cinematic Universe, Thor +/ Any, Fenrir comes to Midgard
+ Any, Any, Monster Squad AU
We use AO3 to bookmark filled prompts. If you fill a prompt and post it to AO3 please add it to the Bite Sized Bits of Fic from 2016 collection. See further notes on this new option here.
Not feeling any of today’s prompts? Check out Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet 1 (not very current), Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet 2, or the Calendar Archives, or for more recent prompts, you can use LJ's advanced search options to find prompts to request and/or fill.
While the Lonely Prompts Spreadsheets and LJ's advanced search options are available, bookmarking the links of prompts you like might work better for searching for in the future.
tag=monsters
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Date: 2016-10-28 12:20 pm (UTC)Not a Fill.... yet
Date: 2016-10-28 10:14 pm (UTC)Saw this and almost burst out laughing... I'll give you an actual fill later, but H50 Shifter Verse; I wrote a verse a few years ago where Steve was a shifter. :-)
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Date: 2016-10-28 11:35 pm (UTC)Re: Not a Fill.... yet
Date: 2016-10-29 12:20 am (UTC)H50 Shifter Verse (http://archiveofourown.org/works/724855)
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Date: 2016-11-21 01:07 am (UTC)Steve stoically allowed Danny to finish his rant before grabbing his vest from the trunk. They needed to get this guy before he caused more mayhem. That resulted in the start of another rant from Danny over who would cause more havoc.
Steve shut the door to his house behind him that night, feeling the tension drop from his shoulders. He loved being the commander of Five-0, loved being on the Island full time, but sometimes he wished he could tell Danny the truth. If he could just find a way to tell the blond how insulting it was to be called an animal.
Locking the door, he headed towards the lanai and the calming embrace of the ocean. It was late enough that no one would see him as long as he didn’t turn on any of the floodlights.
Normally he’d always grab his sealskin before hitting the ocean, but since returning to Hawaii he’d been more careful. Although he spent more time in the water than he did when he’d been away, he spent less time in skin. He debated for a minute before finally grabbing the warm brown pelt from where he kept it.
Reaching the edge of the water, he wrapped the pelt around himself, shuddering as it reacted to touching his skin. An instant later, a seal rested on the edge of the water. Rolling around in the sand, Steve enjoyed the way it felt on his sealish body before he finally slipped into the water.
The warmth embraced him, helping to wash away the memories of Danny yelling at him once again. He wouldn’t forget it, but the memories felt less intense with the embrace of the water around him.
Maybe someday soon he’d figure out a way to explain everything to Danny.
This didn't really turn out the way I expected.
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Date: 2016-11-22 02:15 pm (UTC)(Hahaha I didn't realize it was your prompt until you answered me... apparently I forgot to tag it in my notes.)
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Date: 2016-10-28 12:42 pm (UTC)Hope this works for you...
Date: 2016-11-17 02:57 am (UTC)Sam wasn’t sure what exactly Dad did when he left Dean and him in the hotel rooms, but he loved the nights when it was just him and Dean huddled down in the rooms. Even if it meant Dean had a gun and repetitively checked the windows and doors.
“Hop into bed, Sammy,” Dean said as he finished checking the room.
The five year old followed directions, snuggling down under the thin blankets. Dean frowned at the sight and dug a flannel shirt out of one of their bags, draping it over his brother. Sam grinned in response, tugging the shirt up until it was tucked over his chin. “Story?” he requested.
Dean nodded, settling at the end of the bed in preparation for regaling his brother with one of the many stories he’d made up from the ones he remembered their mother reading to him. “So once upon a time…” he started.
A banging on the wall interrupted Dean and his eyes skidded towards the outside wall. “Sammy, get in the closet,” he ordered.
The five year old would normally argue, but something in Dean’s tone told him now was not the time. Scrambling out of bed, he grabbed the shirt that had been covering him and ran for the small hideaway, shutting the door behind him. Hunkering down, he wrapped the shirt around himself and over his head.
Even with the door and the shirt between him and whatever was going on outside, Sam could hear thumps and growls. But no sounds from his brother. He bit down on the material of the shirt so he didn’t cry out. Sam knew that Dean would die before he let anything happen to his little brother, but he wasn’t going to do anything to jeopardize his big brother.
When it was quiet, Sam slowly lowered the shirt from his head. He didn’t move from the closet, even though he wanted to burst from the room and make sure Dean was fine.
He knew he needed to wait for Dean to come get him.
Just when he was beginning to think Dean was never going to open the door, it creaked open. Sam jumped, pressing himself back against the wall, until he saw it was Dean in the doorway.
Throwing himself at his big brother, he sobbed, “I thought you were gone.”
“No way, Sammy,” Dean reassured him, allowing the younger boy to cling to him. “I’d never leave ya.” Sam tried to peer around Dean to see what had made the noise, but Dean blocked his view. “No,” Dean told him. “You don’t want to see that.”
“What was it?”
“Just a boggle.” Dean settled Sam back in the closet. “Sit here while I get rid of the body, okay?”
Sam nodded, accepting the book and flashlight that Dean handed him. “I’ll stay here.”
Dean ruffled his hair and turned back to get rid of the body. He knew what to do since Dad had told him. It wouldn’t take him long and then he’d tuck Sam back in. Although he’d probably need to tell him another story.
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Date: 2016-11-17 07:15 pm (UTC)Re: Hope this works for you...
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Date: 2016-10-28 11:16 pm (UTC)Conversion
Date: 2016-11-15 12:24 am (UTC)Blood matted Will's hair and trickled down his neck and forehead. The taste of raw flesh filled his mouth, metallic and overwhelming and glorious.
It's beautiful.
The wendigo was watching over him, the antlered predator inside his head only it was not inside his head and it never really had been. He was peering past the veil all along, far less figuratively than he had ever imagined.
Did you believe that you could change me, the way I changed you?
His own antlers were so heavy, bowing his head under their weight. They had forced their way out through his skull in a rush of blood and pain and fractured bone, just as his new sharp teeth had violently displaced their blunter kin.
"Hannibal," he whispered. "Hannibal."
"I'm here, Will." Hannibal, the wendigo, sounded so calm and satisfied. Smug.
Blood and breath are only elements undergoing change to fuel your radiance.
"I'm hungry, Hannibal," Will accused, sharp and angry. "I've never been hungry like this. It's not a human hunger."
Hannibal smiled. "No," he soothed, but he still sounded so damn smug, "it isn't."
"This is all you ever wanted for me. For us."
"You were Becoming and now you have Become. This is the only way it ever could have ended."
Will choked on mirthless laughter. "Because you made it so, it's your design."
"It's our design."
After everything, after the Red Dragon and after Bedelia, Will could not deny this. Not anymore.
I guess this is my Becoming.
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Date: 2016-11-21 06:40 am (UTC)(Someone help Will Graham.)
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Date: 2016-10-29 12:02 am (UTC)FILL!
Date: 2016-11-03 03:57 pm (UTC)He has done it all his life, as far back to when Sammy was a baby. When Sam was lost in the realm of dark dreams, Dean was there to shelter him from the storm. The tension builds in Sam as his mind is haunted, the snarling dreams serving only to push him into a state of whimpers and gasping sobs while his heart kicks frantically against his ribcage.
Dean hears Sam is panting harshly, shaking where he is curled up against him, caught in the pain and suffering that torments his mind. Dean acts without hesitation, it comes naturally, and the protective brother in him comes out when his younger brother is in distress. He holds onto Sam, whispering soothingly and gently running his hands over his head, carding through dark soft hair.
It wasn’t a task Dean even really put much thought into, but instead his instincts take over at the first sign that they nightmares have come to break on his brother's mind. The second he notices the little hiccups sobs or the flex of strong mules coiling up tight, he is there with a tender touch and silky-smooth shushing whispers. Sam whimpers in his sleep, twisting his fingers tightly around the hem of Dean’s cotton shirt as he twitches weakly.
With the feather light stroke of his fingertips brushing through Sam’s shaggy dark hair, Dean chases away the nightmares haunting his little brother, hushes the bad dreams back to kitten purrs and silent growls. His soft lips brushing over Sam’s forehead make the younger brother calm in his sleep, “Shh, shh, little brother,” Dean soothes as he pulls his sibling tighter into his embrace, rocking him gently.
Sam settles against his chest, exhaling softly, his once ragged breathing now even and deep, his nightmares gone with the summer wind. Like magic, Sam’s mind has been pulled from the nightmares with a tender touch of Dean’s hand and his soothing, loving voice.
Sam sleeps peacefully and dreams good dreams of laughter and love and happiness. In his dreams, Dean is by his side and their fingers are clasped together, both men grinning so brightly they radiated like the sun, smiling like silly dorks in love.
(END)
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Date: 2016-10-29 12:03 am (UTC)Fill
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Date: 2016-10-29 12:04 am (UTC)DW, eleven/Clara, ^ + twelve rewrite
Date: 2016-10-29 04:33 am (UTC)“No,” he repeats, wrecked voice and disbelieving wide eyes, “no it can’t be.”
“Doctor!” shouts Clara, grabbing onto the man’s sleeve and pulling. “Doctor you have to listen to me, it’s not real! Whatever you see it isn’t real!” She’s still speaking when her voice drifts away like the sounds of car engines roaring past on a high way. The Doctor doesn’t respond, too enveloped by the man before him to acknowledge the pulling at his sleeve or words in his ear.
And suddenly he’s nowhere, surrounded by empty space, darkness, and shadows when the man across from him finally speaks.
“Oh my dearest Doctor you do look so frightfully scared!” croons the man across from him, “Surely I cannot be the only one to witness such a face. Just how many monsters have you seen? I am certain I’m not the first one.”
“You’re dead.” He says but the words come out quiet, feeling numb as they leave his mouth, and it takes him a moment to register them as his own. Every part of him is numb when he continues but he is louder, “You aren’t real. You aren’t even alive yet but I know you should be dead.”
The other man’s smirk is all wickedness and barbed wires, carved out memories in the making and decisions yet to be discovered.
“Ah, but isn’t that the wonderful thing about monsters?” smirks Twelve, and it breaks him that this is what he becomes, what he will be. He stares into the face of his future self and the Doctor sees just how he was ever depicted as the destroyer of worlds. (There’s so much anger, so much pain and suffering and untamed madness cycling through his blood.) Because who is before him is his future, his downfall, himself, and fear resonates in elevens core.
“They don’t have to be real.”
RE: DW, eleven/Clara, ^ + twelve rewrite
Date: 2016-10-29 05:39 am (UTC)On the other hand I got to picture evil!!Twelve and that's a guilty pleasure of mine. Hehe.
Oh and the language in this fill was beautiful , this bit being my favorite:
"...carved out memories in the making and decisions yet to be discovered."
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