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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[marishna.livejournal.com]

Our faces painted white by midnight
PG, I guess?
973 words, unbeta'd
1/2

The only sound Stiles could hear was his own footsteps over the crisp forest floor. The wolves just knew how to walk quietly, Allison was a predator in her own right and Lydia was too damn good at everything to make any noise.

Stiles clutched his baseball bat (well, Scott's baseball bat) closer as the entire group moved in one line, scouring the woods for any sign of anything amiss. The Alpha Pack had everyone on edge so as soon as a report of a creature sighting surfaced and reached Chris Argent's ears Derek's pack jumped in as soon as they could.

After another five minutes of near-dead silence Stiles stopped and let the end of his bat hit the ground. Everyone else went on high alert, expecting that Stiles saw something. When nothing happened they all turned to him expectantly.

"I thought supernatural boogeymen were supposed to take Halloween off," Stiles finally said. Everyone groaned and Stiles could feel Derek's heated stare boring into the back of his head. "I'm just saying!"

"That was on Buffy," Scott piped up, trying to he helpful.

"And it never worked out that way," Derek muttered. Stiles wheeled around, surprised.

"You watched Buffy? That's so... cool! What was your favorite episode? What did you think about Oz? Is that why you watched, because there was a were-"

"Stiles!"

"Right, sorry." Stiles shut up and made a motion of zipping his lips and tossing a key behind him. Derek just rolled his eyes and continued forward, prompting the rest of the group to continue as well. Five minutes later the only sound was once again Stiles crunching over leaves and fallen twigs. It was driving him crazy.

"What are we looking for again?" he finally asked aloud, prompting another grumble from the rest of the pack.

"We don't know," Derek replied between clenched teeth. "If you'd shut up we'd have a better chance of finding out, wouldn't we?"

"Nothing to go on at all?" Stiles pressed, unconcerned with Derek's tone.

"Something about a small animal hitting or destroying trees out here, going after other small animals--it was obviously enough to worry the Hunters," Derek added before Stiles could scoff.

"What, like a splintercat?" Stiles asked instead, surprising everyone.

"A what?" Scott asked.

"Splintercat. Native to the Pacific Northwest, goes after racoons and bees, oddly enough, throws itself at trees to break them open to get at the honey. Supposed to be pretty nasty."

"A splinter... cat?" Jackson repeated slowly. "Are you telling me we're out here on one of the biggest party nights of the year looking for a cat?"

Jackson rolled his eyes and mouthed a couple choice words while Lydia laid a hand on his shoulder and turned to Derek. "It does seem a little over reactionary, don't you think?"

"Yeah, come on Derek," Scott added. "Can't we wait to see if anything more concrete comes up and have a better idea of what we're looking for?"

[marishna.livejournal.com]

Our faces painted white by midnight
PG, I guess?
973 words, unbeta'd
2/2

Stiles could tell Derek was getting pissed off with everyone arguing with him so he backed up against the nearest tree to wait out the impending fight that would erupt and probably chase off anything that was in the area causing mischief.

Everyone's voices got louder until it was full fledged shouting, a second away from growling and Stiles could see proverbial and literal hackles were being raised. He checked his watch, timing how much longer it would go on. He figured he'd be back at his Jeep in fifteen minutes.

And then it jumped on him.

"AUUGHHH! GET IT OFF GET IT OFF!" Stiles screamed, flailing while the thing on his shoulder dug claws into his skin, holding on.

The group surrounded him, the wolves wolfing out while Allison hoisted her bow and Lydia dropped to the back with her self-igniting Molotov cocktail at the ready.

"KILL IT, KILL IT!" Stiles continued to yell, too scared to reach up to try to pull the creature off him. Finally Derek stepped forward and stilled Stiles with a hand on his arm, then reached out to grab what was on his shoulder.

Stiles stopped thrashing and looked at what attacked him.

"Meow?" The white and brown cat with a down turned mouth whined at him plaintively from where Derek held it by its scruff in midair.

"Oh. That's a cat," Stiles said, dumbly. Derek growled softly and shoved the cat back at him, forcing Stiles to cradle it in his arms. The cat butted its head against Stiles' chin and started purring agreeably once he settled it against his shoulder.

"Now that Caesar Milan over here has solved the case can we go?" Jackson asked, impatiently.

"Caesar Milan is for dogs," Allison replied before turning to Derek. "I agree, though, I need to go home and tell my dad the splintercat is just a cat."

Derek sighed and threw his hands up. "Fine, we're done. Go enjoy your Halloween."

Everyone else scattered but Derek kept pace with Stiles, and carried his baseball bat, who toted the cat with him happily.

"Are you going to keep that thing?" Derek asked, side-eyeing the animal that stared back at Derek placidly.

"I guess? I'll have to convince my dad, I suppose. Unless you want--"

"Not in a million years," Derek growled. "Do you know the first thing about cats?"

"Not really. I'll figure it out, I guess. Right, Grumpy Cat?"

"Grumpy Cat?"

"Named him after you, Sourwolf. Don't you think he looks like you?" Stiles held the cat up to him with a grin.

"No."

"You so do," Stiles whispered to the cat, settling it back on his shoulder. "Got any other plans? Want to come over and watch the Oz episodes of Buffy?"

"Will you re-name that cat?"

Stiles considered it. "Probably not."

Derek sighed. "Yeah, okay."

[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."

[ladymercury-10.livejournal.com]

Doctor Who - Amy/Rory - footsteps in the fog, smoke on the air (http://dollsome.livejournal.com/1836031.html?thread=15046655#t15046655)

[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

[portions-forfox.livejournal.com]

holy omg, this is getting CRAZY

i shipped this before there was even anything to ship, lol

[samsom.livejournal.com]

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

[goreplz.livejournal.com]

This was great! Exactly how I imagined how Rory would be in the situation.

oKAY AND ALSO I NEED TO COME CLEAN ON SOMETHING. I SENT YOU THAT ASK ON TUMBLR TO COME TO THIS FICATHON OKAY AND I MAY OR MAY NOT BE FASTERDOCTOR ON TUMBLR.

I AM SO AWKWARD GOD WHY DO I EXIST

[goreplz.livejournal.com]

This was great. Ohmy god I really enjoyed it.

This is my favorite part:

“No,” she says again, because werewolves and lizard beasts and resurrection are all very well, but reality is still governed by rules. The days still run by the calendars, and they can track your brain activity with a tube to your head, and give you pills to make you stop seeing things that aren't there. The world runs in numbers and science, not in magic or wishes, because if it did, then she would be able to wish him away.

Oh thank you so much for filling my prompt!

[goreplz.livejournal.com]

That was so adorable! I loved the interaction between Stiles and Derek! Your characterization of them is spot on too.
Thank you so much!

[such_heights]

awwwww *_*

[such_heights]

awwww <3

[such_heights]

awwww, bless them and their wet feet <3

[hulga-joy.livejournal.com]

eep, I meant "witches"!

[hulga-joy.livejournal.com]

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

[herbalistic.livejournal.com]

thank you! haha yes, I can't see Rory really going for the whole halloween thing. To many opportunities to die.

[herbalistic.livejournal.com]

thank you! <3

[herbalistic.livejournal.com]

awww yay thank you I'm so pleased you like it!

AHHHHH OMG IT WAS YOU GOD YOU'RE SO ADORABLE *squishes*

[herbalistic.livejournal.com]

thank you! <3

[ladymercury-10.livejournal.com]

Thank you! :)

[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."

[brutti-ma-buoni.livejournal.com]

Thanks so much!