an eerie, halloweenish, &/or generally autumnal comment ficathon

[dollsome]

"I’m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers."



an eerie, halloweenish, &/or generally autumnal
comment ficathon


LET'S DO THIS
1. all fandoms welcome
2. prompts should be somehow related to autumn or halloween; 'tis the season!
3. one prompt per comment, prompts should be formatted along the general lines of '[fandom] - [pairing/character] - [prompt]'
4. when you've filled a prompt, leave a link to it in the filled prompts comment thread
5. include a title, if the title muses are being cooperative :)
6. share!

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[femme-slash-fan.livejournal.com]

True Blood - Pam/Nan - Autumnal Madness

[femme-slash-fan.livejournal.com]

Any- Any- The Turning Of The Leaves

[themirrorofsin.livejournal.com]

Downton Abbey - young!Crawley girls - as a dare, they go up to the attics on Halloween and read passages of an old ghost story and in turn scare themselves

[femme-slash-fan.livejournal.com]

OMG. So much this. (I might write it... when I stop crying)

[themirrorofsin.livejournal.com]

Big Bang Theory - Sheldon/Amy - she agrees to dress up for Halloween as long as he gives her a goodnight kiss

[femme-slash-fan.livejournal.com]

SHAMY!! <3

(I might write this... eventually)

[brutti-ma-buoni.livejournal.com]

Any - any - footsteps in the fog, smoke on the air

[ladymercury-10.livejournal.com]

the evening, lingered upon; Doctor Who; Amy/Rory; 306 words; G

“Come on, Rory,” Amy says, catching his hand and dragging him down a murky alley. He hadn’t realized how cold he was till now, his fingers aching as they thaw against hers. The damp air makes his chest pull tight, and it has the tang of burning wood in the distance. His eyes smart.

“Amy, where are we going?” The wisps of his breath mingle with the fog and the smoke. Rory is momentarily diverted, recalling childhood aspirations to walk inside a cloud: his single fantasy to ever meet Amelia Pond’s exacting standards for adventure. Then his boots flood with icy water, and he finds he has stepped directly into an enormous puddle.

Amy sighs. “Well, we were going to see a haunted train yard,” she says, offering her other hand and stepping neatly away from the splash. “But now you’ve wet your socks, and if I take you somewhere scary I bet you’ll get a chill.”

Rory scowls. “Oh, thanks. I’m glad you think I’m still five.” He kicks one foot halfheartedly, feeling the water squelch.

“Honestly, Rory, I’m only teasing.” Amy rolls her eyes. She takes his arm and leans in to peck him on the cheek. “It is getting cold, though. What do you say we go home and find something spooky on the telly instead?”

“Or we could, just, you know. Forget about the spooky.”

Amy raises her eyebrows. “Rory, you’re driving an awfully hard bargain for someone with water in his boots. Well. Let it never be said I was an ungenerous partner. Something spooky, yes, but I’ll make the tea, and—” she smiles imperiously and taps her chin. “And I’ll sit on your feet to warm them.”

Rory can’t help but laugh, condensation ghosting in the dark. “You should have said, love. For that, I'll watch anything you like."

[brutti-ma-buoni.livejournal.com]

West Wing - any - I love the smell of polling day in the morning

[streussal.livejournal.com]

Batman movies (Nolan-verse), Bruce/Rachel/Harvey,I'm not calling you a ghost, just stop haunting me

[laeria.livejournal.com]

Harry Potter, any, one night every year Knockturn Alley opens to Muggles

[herbalistic.livejournal.com]

THE HUNGER GAMES. the green eyes glowering at me are unlike any dog or wolf, any canine I've ever seen. they are unmistakeably human

[electrumqueen.livejournal.com]

you're a wolf, boy, get out of this town
(sorry this is ridic & someone else should totally fill it!)





Cato says, "Moon's bright."

Clove tilts her face up towards it, doesn't bother to rub her eyes or yawn. "It'll be full soon." Her teeth are sharp and white, eyelashes almost black in the silver light. "You ready?"

He almost says, I didn't think we would ever run together again. They didn't expect Twelve girl to last this long. Didn't expect any of them, really.

He cards his fingers through her dark hair and imagines how it will feel when she is pack, her teeth at his throat as they tussle. He misses breathing her in.

Her stare never lets him go.

He bares his teeth. "Of course."

He wonders if he will miss her more when she is gone. He suspects not; he's not one for unachievable things.




It's cold out here. She wishes for her pelt, fox-red and designed for survival, for her paws, quiet and sure on all the unsteady terrain. She was never much for pack; she doesn't miss them.

She sighs and shades her eyes against the too-bright moon, and decides.

If she is going to go it is going to be on her own terms
as herself.

She falls to all fours and lets her body ripple across her.

oh, She thinks, breathing in, the scent of the entire arena coursing through her nose, oh.

It is so good to be home.

Her paws do not slip all the way to the boy by the creek, to his pile of berries on a leaf.

She will have to be human to swallow them. Wolves are designed to survive; children are more delicate things.




Thresh has never had much use for the wolf in the fields; impractical, too low to the ground, too aggressive for their overseers. It was always Rue who loved it, Rue who danced bright eyed and lovely around his heels as a child, around his knees as she got older.

She will never get any older than this.

She always said, "Thresh, it's so beautiful, don't you understand? It's where we're free.

He always thought, freedom is a luxury we can't afford, but instead of saying it ran his fingers through the scruff at the base of her neck, a beautiful dusky dark brown, murmured, "I'll keep you safe."

Twelve looks like a wolf, even wholly human. She says, "I covered her in flowers." Her eyes are sharp and dark and wary.

He thinks about freedom in Rue's light careful voice. He says, "thank you," and wonders what there is left in the world.

It is easy, he realizes:
there is the wolf.

He never believed Rue when she said, "It's what we're supposed to be, Thresh."

Now, he does. He is running and he can feel the joy of it singing through his veins. He has never felt such joy.

He imagines it will be better when his teeth close through Two's throat.




It is a full moon; it is all Katniss can do to keep from dropping to her paws and howling. Peeta's hand is clenching around her wrist - Katniss, he is whispering. He is from the town. They have always been less animal.

Cato is walking towards them. The fur is rippling across his skin but he doesn't seem to care; he will be just as lethal either way, she can tell. She knows wild animals.

Katniss digs her nails into her palms and breathes in the scent of Peeta's skin. Her wolf is much smaller than Cato's, will not be as smart, as controlled. She is a runner but not -- she has not spent very much time aware in her other skin. She trusts her instincts out past the meadow but she does not think her instincts will be enough, not when Peeta is here with his blood so warm and limp.

(And she remembers Haymitch murmured, "the Capitol doesn't like the wolves.")

Cato breathes, "Twelve," and there's like poison laden on his twisting grotesque voice. "Twelve, I'm going to eat you alive."

She says nothing. Everything smells like blood.

Peeta says, "no, you aren't." There's something quiet in the set of him that lets her settle, soothes the roiling heart of her.




Cato falls.
Katniss does not hear his last words. (Last scream.)

Nobody does.




Except:

There is a small dark wolf, all sharp green eyes and sharper white teeth.

He stares at her and growls her name - Clove - which is a scent, which is as close as he has ever come to love.

She dips her head to his throat and blinks, three times,

and rips it out.

[herbalistic.livejournal.com]

THE WORST WITCH. mildred (or ethel I don't mind I'd be amazed if anyone fills this tbh) something wicked this way comes

[femme-slash-fan.livejournal.com]

LOL. Hello, nice to see a WW fan!

[femme-slash-fan.livejournal.com]

Worst Witch, Mildred/Ethel, "Hallows Eve... It's my night."

[femme-slash-fan.livejournal.com]

Doctor Who, Any/Any, Halloween is always dangerous.

[femme-slash-fan.livejournal.com]

Doctor Who, Any Doctor/Leela, Halloween confuses them both.

[ladymercury-10.livejournal.com]

Doctor Who - Rory/Amy - easing the cold-weather aches

[ladymercury-10.livejournal.com]

Doctor Who - Amy/Rory - campfires and wool blankets

[wolfgenes.livejournal.com]

teen wolf, scott x derek. there's nothing mundane with burning to the ground.

[femme-slash-fan.livejournal.com]

Doctor Who - Any Doctor/River - Bonfires and smiling faces.

[portions-forfox.livejournal.com]

teen wolf, erica/stiles or erica/everyone → she-wolves get horny on halloween night

[portions-forfox.livejournal.com]

that 70s show, the gang → HALOWEEN STREAKING: BEST IDEA EVER!!!!

[streussal.livejournal.com]

Animorphs, Rachel and Cassie, the selection of Halloween costumes

[samsom.livejournal.com]

BtVS - Angelus/Cordelia, You're one microscopic cog in his catastrophic plan, designed and directed by his red, right hand

[hulga-joy.livejournal.com]

Mad Men- Sally Draper- And who are you supposed to be?

[qualapec.livejournal.com]

Avengers - Tony Stark - "I am the first...the last...I will tell the audient void!" "Oh yeah? Tell it about this."

[qualapec.livejournal.com]

Avengers - Loki - "Outside the ordered universe is that amorphous blight of nethermost confusion which blasphemes and bubbles at the center of all infinity—the boundless daemon sultan Azathoth."

[herbalistic.livejournal.com]

DOCTOR WHO. eleven. he would stare at empty chairs/think of the ghosts that once sat there/the ghosts who broke his heart. (there's a reason he never visits halloween)