Monday - Abracadabra

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Your prompt for this first Monday in November is Abracadabra. Mystical creatures, magical powers, unexplained events or fandoms with all three already present, anything involving magic is welcome!

No more than 5 prompts in a row and no more than 3 prompts per fandom. (Of course, if one of your prompts is answered, you can prompt again.)
No spoiler prompts for a week after it has aired - and, if your ficlet contains spoilers, put a warning in bold and leave three spaces. This is especially important since we've hit premiere season with tv shows.

Please remember our code monkeys and use the correct formatting of prompts, i.e.

Eastwick, Kat/Darryl, a repeat performance of 'Spooky'
Leverage, Nate/Sophie, she looks positively delicious in that witch hat for Halloween and he doesn't even care she's a week late

If nothing catches your eye today, don't forget to check out the Lonely Prompts.

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[tigriswolf]

Supernatural, author's choice, Castiel gets turned into a very curious and energetic kitten.

Itty, Bitty, Cas Kitty, Gen, PG

[ex-kitty-al.livejournal.com]

The kitten at the top of the bookshelf meowed helplessly as Dean tried to find a stool he could stand on. They had been working a job when they came across Castiel’s brother, Gabriel. He had still been a little pissed about being trapped in a ring of holy fire, so he turned Castiel into a cat, more precisely, a kitten. Dean and Sam had brought Castiel to Bobby’s to figure out how to change him back, but besides from Gabriel doing it himself, there did seem to be any hope for Castiel’s vessel becoming human again.

“Here, kitty, kitty, kitty,” Dean said reaching out a hand to grab the chocolate colored cat. “Not going to hurt you, Cas. Just going to get you down.”

Castiel stared at Dean with curious blue eyes before launching out of his hiding place. The tiny kitten jumped on Dean’s shoulder and began clawing his way down Dean’s body.

“Hey! Watch it!”

Losing his balance, Dean fell off the stool and landed with a thud onto the wooden floor. Castiel shot off like his tail was on fire and began running recklessly through the house. Bless his little kitten brain. After a few laps, he hopped on Dean’s chest, who was still laying on the floor, and meowed at him.

“Oh you think you’re so cute.”

Castiel began purring and rubbed his head against Dean’s chin. Suddenly, the kitten dropped onto Dean’s chest for a nap. Dean wanted to move Castiel off his chest, but Dean felt a little sleepy, too. He yawned loudly and let Castiel’s purring lull him to sleep.

[tigriswolf]

Supernatural, author’s choice, “After your death, you will be what you were before your birth.” (Arthur Schopenhauer)

[zekkass.livejournal.com]

Castiel has died twice. He has seen and felt what it means to die. The second time he died, he knew that it was a real death not because Lucifer had destroyed him, but because it was the same as the last time.

(It is difficult to explain death while alive.)

He marvels at being alive, at having form and thought and most importantly, motion.

Death is stillness.

(Turn off the lights. Turn off the music, soundproof the room. Stand in the room without anywhere to lean and do not move. Hold your breath. Slow your heart. Remain there in the silence and dark and do not move. That is the closest to death you can get without getting grievously injured or dying.)

Castiel won't stop moving. He can't. Dean notices. Dean asks him why he's fidgeting.

"I am not dead," He tells him.

Dean gives him a weird look and tells Castiel that he still confuses him.

Castiel keeps fidgeting and moving and thinking and feeling because it is what being alive is like.

[tigriswolf]

Supernatural, Azazel/Dean or Azazel/Sam, Thou art thy mother’s glass (Shakespeare)

[yoruichiyoshi12.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Dean/cursed!Sam, "I hate magic"

[ltec.livejournal.com]

'Dean it's me', the girl exclaims, giving him the best bitch face he's only ever seen on...

'Sam', Dean says, 'What happened to you?'

'Let's just say I hate magic'.

[tigriswolf]

Doom/Star Trek reboot, Reaper!Bones/Jim, he's seen a lot of unexplainable things in his life, but Jim Kirk with wings takes the cake

[tigriswolf]

The Proposal/Practical Magic, Sally!Margaret/Andrew, she thought she'd left magic behind

[tigriswolf]

Supernatural/Ten Inch Hero, Sam/Priestly!Dean, Dean gets cursed and vanishes; Sam finds him in Santa Cruz working at a sandwich shop

[gaffsie.livejournal.com]

SG1/SGA, Cam/John, "you're a werewolf?!"

Fill: Secrets; SG1/A, John/Cam: you're a werewolf?!

[race-the-ace.livejournal.com]

It was somewhere between their first and thirty-fourth date that John thinks he should probably let Cam in on his secret. So he invites him over for dinner, making sure to make Cam’s favorite foods, with a little help from Momma Mitchell. There is a cherry pie (that John had bought because while his culinary skills extended beyond spaghetti and ramen, they didn’t extend that far beyond it), and some wine that John is hiding behind beer in hopes that Cam would reach for that first.

When the doorbell rings, John smoothes a hand down his shirt and goes to answer. He opens the door and Cam is standing there in jeans and a button-down and he looks gorgeous. He leans in for a kiss and John gives him a quick peck before pulling back. “Good timing, I just took dinner out of the oven.” He didn’t, really, but it seems like the kind of thing he should say. Dinner’s been ready for ten minutes, because Cam’s fifteen minutes late.

“Sorry I’m late,” Cam says as he steps in. They’ve been dating for six months or so and John thinks they’re a little past the point of apologizing for fifteen minutes, but Cam’s a gentleman and John loves that about him so he rolls his eyes behind Cam’s back so Cam won’t see.

John hovers nervously in the kitchen while Cam opens a beer and looks at him with a raised eyebrow. “Everything okay, John?”

“Yes,” John says immediately. “I… there’s something I need to tell you.”

Cam smiles that easy smile of his. “I’m listening.”

John takes a deep breath. “I’m not really gay,” he blurts out. “I’m just in love with you.”

Cam freezes and confusion passes over his face. “What?”

“I’ve had sex,” John says in a rush. “But, um, not with a guy. And it’s been six months and I know you thought we were waiting because… I’m not sure why you thought we were waiting, but I think I’m ready, and, um, yes. Just thought you should know.”

Cam bites his bottom lip and sets down his beer bottle. “Um, John? There’s something you should know about me, too.”

“Oh, god,” John says. “You’re secretly a lesbian.”

“What?” Cam asks. “No! I’m… I’m still a man, John. I can’t be a lesbian.”

“Oh. Um, good.”

“I’m not sure how you’re going to take this…”

“It really can’t be as bad as me being a virgin,” John says.

“I’m a werewolf.”

John blanks. “You’re what?”

“A werewolf.”

“You’re a werewolf?! A howls-at-the-moon werewolf?!”

“Well, I really only do that once a month…” Cam jokes but it falls flat. “Is this going to be a problem?”

“I think I should have put the vodka in front of the beer.”

[gaffsie.livejournal.com]

SGA, John/Ronon, magic trick

[yoruichiyoshi12.livejournal.com]

Harry Potter/Supernatural, no pairing, "There's no such thing as good witches"

[daria234.livejournal.com]

"I knew it. I knew I was right, " Dean spat as he burst through the door of the English country inn,"there's no such thing as good witches."

Sam looked at Dean in surprise and then started to stifle a very schadenfreudish laugh.

"Shut up," Dean growled as he brushed the blonde ringlets out of his face and tried again to tuck them into the pink straw hat on his head.

"Dude," said Sam, almost succeeding at not looking smug, "I told you to be nice to Luna."

"Shut up," Dean grumbled as he looked for his razor, "Or I'll tell Hermione you called her a mudblood."

"Not cool, dude. Not cool."

[mickey-sixx.livejournal.com]

The Covenant, Reid Garwin/Aaron Abbot, Years later, Reid lets him in on the secret

[yoruichiyoshi12.livejournal.com]

Merlin, Merlin, exposing his magic to save Uther/Camelot

[cyphersushi.livejournal.com]

White Collar, Neal/Peter/Elisabeth, Just like magic...

White Collar, Neal/Peter/Elisabeth, Just like magic...

[neierathima.livejournal.com]

A.N. Um I have no idea. Au. Definitely AU. Also, tiny blink and you'll miss it spoiler for episode 2.




I heard someone walk into the front office and then Diana starting to talk quietly. From the sounds of the shoes, it was probably a woman, most likely another wife thinking her husband was running around on her.

A bread and butter job, but not very interesting. The life of a private eye, sometimes bodyguard, sometimes bounty hunter wasn't actually all that interesting. There were the parties and the intrigues of course - ask me what I know about a Prada bag sometime - but from my point of view it's just part of the job.

The door opened, meaning the client had managed to convince Diana. My assistant was many things, but she was rarely wrong about a client. Seeing the woman in the doorway it might have been the first time I doubted her.

She was stunning. Dark hair, a smile that, even nervous, could knock over buildings and bring a smart man to his knees. I should know, I was that man for quite a few years.

"Elisabeth. Please, have a seat. Tell me what you need."

She smiled wider and I fell in love with her all over again.

"Thank you Peter. I know I shouldn't be coming to you, but you're the best and I... that is we think there could be a problem."

It must have thought it was pretty bad to be walking into the office of the man she'd left. Probably worried I'd send her right back out. I don't blame her for leaving though, there's few woman who'd want anything to do with a man in the Agency, and fewer still who'd want one that washed out of it.

"What kind of problem?"

"It's my ...friend. I think there's someone trying to kill him."

She slid a picture across the desk. Bright blue eyes stared at me from above a smirking mouth.

Neal Caffrey.

Neal Caffrey, one of the best wizards in New York, and if rumor was to be believed, one of the best criminals. I'd left the Agency before I'd had anything to do with him, but I'd heard things about what was in his file. And Elisabeth was mixed up with him. Deep enough that she'd come to me when she thought someone was after him.

"He says it's nothing, but I know it is. Anyway, there's a party tonight. The black and white party. I'm planning it, Neal's hosting. You should come, see what's going on."

The black and white party was the event of the year. Anybody who was into anything - legal or illegal - was there. She pushed an invitation across the table. I nodded, without really meaning too. She left before I could say anything else, not that I knew what to say, too busy listening to my gut screaming at me.

The first time I got that feeling in my gut like the world was talking to me was the night my father died. Even across the country I knew something bad was going to happen. Every time since then when I get a feeling as strong as this, it seems like my world changes.

Diana walked in, setting a glass with two alkaseltzer fizzing in it on the table. I downed it, then pulled out a bottle of scotch to get rid of the taste. Apparently I was going to a party, like it or not, because I couldn't ignore that pit-of-my-stomach feeling. But one day, somebody was going to figure out why the hell indigestion felt just like magic.

[yoruichiyoshi12.livejournal.com]

4400/Heroes, Molly & Mia, secrets between friends

[cyphersushi.livejournal.com]

Kane RPS, Chris/Steve, one or both of them have real magical powers

[badfalcon.livejournal.com]

Christian stretched out along the couch, arching his back and rubbing his head against Steve's thigh. He put his book down and rubbed his eyes. "Why're you watching Bewitched?"

Steve laughed and ran his hands through Christian's hair. "Because Samantha's cute?" he offered, his cheeks flushing pink.

"Uh-huh..." Christian rolled over, folding his arms on Steve's leg. He rested his chin on them and stared up at Steve. "What is it with you and magic? First you're on Eastwick and we both know how much you hate the whole tv show being filmed thing. You follow Apollo around set like a little lost puppy! You love Bewitched and Harry Potter and Merlin and and Charmed and Sabrina and that old Dreaming of Jean show."

"I Dream of Jeannie," Steve corrected before he could stop himself.

"That's what I said," Christian growled. "But its always about magic! Ain't you too old to be believing in magic by now?"

Steve shook his head. "Nope. It's just... its just fantasy, Chris. Just a suspension of reality. It's not like I think its real" He laughed, missing the look of disappointment and hurt that flashed across Christian's face. "Think of the fun you could have with magic," he continued

"Fun?" Christian raised an eyebrow. "And what if you turned out like...." he frowned, clicking his fingers at the tv. "Like Aunt Clara and everything just went wrong. Or the cute witch from Buffy who got herself all addicted? And y'know what Sam & Dean say - there ain't no such thing as a good witch!"

"And what if you could make a difference?" Steve countered. "Vanquish evil, like in Charmed?"

"I'd rather not risk accidentally enchanting someone again," Christian muttered, then snapped his jaw shut so hard his teeth rattled out loud. He swore under his breath and tensed, wishing he had the ability to... He was interrupted mid-train of thought by Steve tipping his chin up with one finger.

"Again?" Steve repeated softly. "Christian?"

Christian swallowed heavily and then sighed. "I..."

"You... you can do magic?"

Christian squeezed his eyes shut and nodded. "Try not to," he ground out. "Doesn't... isn't... say the wrong word and it happens and... It ain't always good, can't control it" He sighed and exhaled sharply before sitting up. He curled in on himself. "I really need a beer," he whispered; Steve's eyes widening as an open bottle of beer appeared in Christian's hand. "And I really need the TV off," he continued, the TV automatically switching off.

"Oh." Steve stared wordlessly at Christian. "You... You're serious. You... you're magic!"

"Uh. Yeah. Sorry."

"Why are you apologising?" Steve pulled Christian against him, wrapping an arm around him, pulling him into a tight hug. He kissed him softly. "I think its awesome," Steve whispered. "You're gonna have me following you round like a lost puppy."

"You already do that," Christian pointed out, a half-smile curling his lips.

"How does it work?"

Christian shrugged. "I say 'I really need...' and then... it happens. Sometimes its good if you need some milk or cat food or you're runnin' late for something but when you're a kid and you need the bathroom..." He trailed off, with a sigh.

Steve nodded, holding Christian tightly until he relaxed against him. "So," he grinned. "What would happen if you were to say that you really needed us both naked and in bed..."

[cyphersushi.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Eliot/Nate/Sophie, Sophie's a witch but the guys don't mind

[mickey-sixx.livejournal.com]

Doctor Who/Supernatural, no pairing, magic is just another form of Science

[ltec.livejournal.com]

'Why are we naked?', Dean asks trying to keep his eyes at above waist level because perving on an angel has to be all sorts of wrong.

'Gabriel said we have to play our parts', Castiel replies looking confused.

Dean can make out a bunch of toys lying on a table beside the huge bed and Dean gulps.

Then the corny music starts that Dean has heard a hundred times before and it all fits into place.

'Gabriel says I have to dominate you', well everything did fit into place until Castiel said that. But if his bodies reaction is anything to go by he's well up for it.

[leavesoflorien.livejournal.com]

Arthurian lit, Lancelot/Gawain, static electricity or the magic of touch

Wool

[loki-scribe.livejournal.com]

It got so cold at Camelot that winter that even the lads from Orkney preferred to drink by the fire rather than play tricks on each other in the snow.

Enough of the lads from Orkney that the usual winter games were curtailed, anyway.

Lancelot had never quite understood the way Gawaine did or did not feel the cold. Put him near a body of water -- be it a lake in England or a Scottish loch -- and he would declare it obscenely cold and refuse to so much as get his toes wet. However, put him in the vicinity of a snow drift, and he would be insisting that it was not that bad and more people should come out and join him.

It was all quite baffling, and Lancelot had long since given up trying to puzzle out the logic of it.

However, on a day in which Gaheris was so near the hearth his sleeves might catch fire and Mordred had refused to even get out from under the covers, there was no way in any hell, pagan or Christian, that he was doing anything but settling down to listen to knights spin stories at each other over mulled wine.

Gawaine had gone out anyway, wading through the snow into town to see a carpenter about propping up a few of the creaking beams in the stables before the next big snow storm. He returned successfully shortly before sunset to kick Gaheris, who was sprawled in front of the fire like one of the dogs, until his brother rolled an acceptable distance away from the logs. Then he collapsed onto a bench beside Lancelot. "Any wine left?" he asked.

"You can get up and get it yourself," Lancelot said mildly.

Gawaine pulled a face at him, but he got up, found a mug and filled it from the pot. Then he returned to the seat beside Lancelot and shook some of the water out of his hair.

Lancelot shook his head. Gawaine was grinning like an imbecile, though his face and hands were pink from the cold and he smelled faintly of snowmelt and sweat. Plowing through those drifts had been work.

Gawaine, on the other hand, just raised the mug to his lips and glanced speculatively around. Gaheris was of course still sprawled on the floor and one of the dogs had come to join him. At some point, Gareth had convinced Mordred that he couldn't stay in bed all day, and the boy had complied reluctantly, although he still looked half asleep in his seat with his dark hair fantastically mussed. Lady Lynet was beating Agrivaine soundly at chess.

Gawaine turned back to Lancelot, sitting in the midst of his brothers, and smiled slightly. "Nice atmosphere to come home to," he said. "Who broke up the fight?"

"Fight?"

Gawaine raised a knowing eyebrow.

"Milady Morgan visited, looking for you."

"I'll see her later." But even as the dutiful nephew said it, the older brother was nodding, satisfied that the world had not titled off its axis in his absence.

"There is still snow by your collar." Lancelot reached out to flick it away, rubbing his fingers against the wool tunic and the warm skin of Gawaine's neck. His knuckle brushed against the freezing metal of his friend's ever-present torc, and Lancelot yanked back with a jolt.

Gawaine was just as fast, reaching up to seize Lancelot's hand and run a thumb over the knuckle, feeling for damage.

"Just a shock," Lancelot mumbled.

Gawaine nodded and let go. "Wool and metal do that," he pointed out, stretching his feet out and hitting Gaheris squarely in the ribs. "Especially when it's this bloody cold."

[leavesoflorien.livejournal.com]

House, House/Wilson, the amazing disappearing stethoscope

[anotherfngrl.livejournal.com]

Wilson opened the door to the sound of House moaning as he strokend himself. The other man was sitting on the couch, pants open, eyes rivetted to the television screen. Wilson gulped, but didn't turn around.

"House?" he asked, pitching his voice low, sensual as he walked into the room.

House jumped in surprise, turning to face his friend. "Wilson, what the hell? I told you, if the stethescope is on the door, stay out!"

Wilson blinked innocently. "There wasn't a stethescope on the door," he told the other man, noting that, while House seemed annoyed at the interruption, he hadn't made any move to cover himself, and if anything, he'd gottne harder since Wilson walked in.

House eyed him suspiciously, and Wilson walked more fully into the room, looking at the still playing television for the first time. Oh, this was going better than he could have hoped. On the screen were two men, one (who Wilson noted looked like a younger version of himself) on his knees in front of an older man, sucking him off.

Not one to waste such an opportunity, he raised an eyebrow at House. "Seeing as I'm here..." he paused, reaching for the TV remote and turning the DVD off, "we might as well act out your movie."

Feeling nervous, but more turned on than he'd been in years, Wilson knelt, hoping he looked sexy, in front of House, holding his breath as he waited for the other man to respond.

House's eyes glimmered with suspicion, but he gave Wilson a small smile. "Well when you put it that way..." he said, leaning forward to give Wilson better access.

It'd been years since Wilson gave a blowjob, but he'd always been good at it, and he'd practiced at home on carrots the night before, so he was reasonably confident as he took House into his mouth. Still, House came far faster than he expected, and he nearly choked in surprise.

When House had shuddered through his orgasm, he looked down at Wilson. "I'm not getting on my knees."

"Of course not," Wilson answered dryly. He got up and moved to step away, but House caught him and pushed him down onto the arm of the couch. House palmed the other man through his suit pants once before unzipping them, and things went embarassingly quickly after that. Making House come had turned Wilson on unbelievably, and the fact that it was the other man's hand stroking him caused him to lose control almost immediately.

Once he'd finished, they sat for a moment in silence, not bothering to clean up or cover themselves. Finally, when Wilson was beginning to get nervous, House spoke.

"The stethescope just vanished, huh?" he asked, the look on his face implying he didn't believe Wilson's story.

"Guess so," Wilson answered with a shrug, not offering any more information.

"Well, then I guess it's just as well." House shocked Wilson by not pushing.

"Yeah. Can't question these things. The amazing disappearing stethescope. Must've been a sign or something." With that, Wilson gets up, going into the bathroom to clean himself up. When he gets back, House has ordered dinner.

The evening passes like any other, except that when House goes to bed, he turns and asks, "You coming?"

"Soon," Wilson promises with a leer, getting up to follow him, thinking of the stethescope in his briefcase and grinning to himself. He wonders if, should the stethescope happen to reappear in the bedroom, House would want to play doctor.

[leavesoflorien.livejournal.com]

Sherlock Holmes, Holmes/Watson, "Magicians aren't real."

[leavesoflorien.livejournal.com]

SGA, Sheppard/McKay, in which something new happens in the living quarters

[leavesoflorien.livejournal.com]

Arthurian lit, Lancelot/Gawain, Merlin's magic

[danse-amore.livejournal.com]

(Um, part of my series, with scarred!Lance, yes. Has a bit of Lancelot/Guenivere.)

He has often wondered how Merlin's magic works. He has often wondered what would happen if he pressed his blade close to Merlin's pale, blue-veined throat, his skin so thin with age, and told him, "No." Told him, "Take it back." Told him, "Take these scars from my flesh, take this guilt from my heart, for I shall not betray my King and my Love."

But he can see Merlin's eyes, blue flecked with gold, and he knows that it is not his fault. He sees, he does not force. Gawain says that Merlin described it to him like memory - he remembers what has not yet come to pass, as well as what has.

At the time, untroubled, Lancelot just shook his head and wondered at the size of Merlin's mind, that it could hold so much.

Now, he uses it to remind himself: this is not Merlin's doing. He knows that it's not Merlin's doing, the smile that blooms across his Queen's face when she sees him. He knows it's not Merlin's doing, the hot tightening of his own scars as he smiles back. He knows that the tears glittering like jewels in Gawain's dark eyes are not Merlin's doing. He knows, because Merlin's own eyes glitter in a mirror-image, from his place at Arthur's side.

Sometimes he wonders, how can he not tell his King?

But mostly he marvels, because while it may not be magic it is also somehow not as real as the life Lancelot struggles to keep living, the one where choice sneaks up on him and the kisses are unexpected. The one where there's nothing but Gawain's long fingers, curled into the scars at his side (he likes that Lancelot has his name there, likes to trace it with touch and tongue) and their limbs, tangled in bed. He lies there, breath sawing in through labored lungs, and marvels at the things that prophecy does not foretell.

He flops over onto his side, looking Gawain in the eyes, tracing a long, scarred hand over his face. Gawain closes his eyes, feels the sadness in his touch, almost everpresent these days. Lancelot grins suddenly, a flash of perfect teeth in a marred face. "You will always be more real,"he says, and Gawain smiles into his palm.

[shiny-glor-chan.livejournal.com]

DCU, Jason Todd/Tim Drake, magically turned into a kitten

[me-ya-ri.livejournal.com]

A/N: What is wrong with me? I don't even do this fandom but here I am writing it. *headdesk* I think it was the image of Jason as a little black kitten that did me in…


Halloween was Tim's least favorite holiday. It was always a mess in Gotham, to the point that Jason and Dick came to help out for the night. This Halloween was weirder than normal. Someone was going around Gotham transforming people into animals. Jason had said that he was on the tail of the person doing it, only to scream into his radio.

"Where are you?" Tim shouted as he ran into the alley that Jason had reported being in.

"Hsst!"

Tim froze, staring down at the little scruffy black kitten glaring up at him.

"Whoa," Tim breathed, kneeling down. "Jason?"

"Mmrowr-fft!" the kitten growled, swiping at him with one paw. He toppled over, unable to support himself on his wobbly kitten legs. "Mmmrrrr!"

"Oh boy," Tim murmured. "Ah, Nightwing. I think I found him."

"On my way." Dick's voice was overtly calm but Tim could hear the worry.

Tim held out a hand to Jason, scanning the alley to make sure that this actually was Jason and not a real kitten. Jason's uniform was there, along with his weapons. There weren't any other animals around, not even a mouse. Kitten-Jason growled at him, the sound tiny and adorable despite the obvious anger behind it.

"Don't bite me, Jay," Tim said, carefully scooping him up. "We'll find who did this and get you back to normal, I promise."

Kitten-Jason let Tim pick him up, latching his claws around Tim's thumb. He was so tiny that he fit easily into Tim's hand. Tim squawked as Kitten-Jason opened his mouth but all he did was lick Tim's thumb while grumbling little kitten growls. Tim grinned at him, very gently petting him.

"Uh, is that…?" Dick's sudden appearance made Tim jump and Kitten-Jason growl.

"I think so," Tim said. "Seems likely."

Dick's lips started twitching as he gathered up Jason's stuff. Kitten-Jason growled more loudly, his claws spasming into Tim's thumb.

"None of that," Tim scolded Jason. "Which way did he go?"

"Mew!" Kitten-Jason said, pointing his nose towards the other end of the alley. "RRrrrrr-rowr-fffttt!"

"Yeah, we'll get him," Dick said, grinning at Jason. "Don't worry, you'll be back to normal in no time. Pity. You're kind of cute this way."

Kitten-Jason hissed and puffed up at Dick, growling and hissing a series of noises that sounded remarkably like his normal swearing. Dick laughed. Tim grinned and petted Kitten-Jason. Nice to know that the transformed people were still them inside of their animal bodies.

"Mmrrrrrrr…" Kitten-Jason grumbled. He bit Tim's thumb, making him jump and hurry after Dick. "Mrrurr-rrr!"

"Hurrying, hurrying," Tim promised, laughing in spite of himself.

[shiny-glor-chan.livejournal.com]

Kingdom Hearts series, Axel/Roxas, flying because of Tinkerbell's fairy dust