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Trick or Treat!



It's getting to be that time of the year. Since none of the comms I'm in seem to be having any luck drumming up business in the whole thing of a Halloween exchange, I figured I'd host an "Any Fandom Goes" Prompt-A-Thon.

So come in, settle in, drop off a prompt or ten; rummage around and see if there's any you'd like to fill - all for Halloween!

A couple of rules:

1) No character/pairing bashing. I figure that should go without saying, but it always needs to be said, no matter what fandom I'm in.
2) If you put in a prompt (or four or five or ten), please fill at least one.
3) Fills can be fic or art.
4) Any fandom/crossover/fusion welcome. Likewise, any pairing(s) welcome, too.
5) If you have friends who might want to play, send them over!
6) Standard warnings apply, please. :D
7) Posting is good up until 1 November for both prompts and fills.
8) Please use the textbox below for your prompts!



Fandom: - Self-explanatory. If you're open to any, say that! Feel free to ask for original stuff, too.
Character/Pairing(s): - Also self-explanatory. Any pairing is fine, f/m, f/f, m/m, trios, gen, etc.
Prompt: You know how this goes, right? But theme prompts are love.

Have fun! And remember, let's be careful out there.
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I don't write fic, but I hope you get lots of takers. I love the pic you used, too.
Isn't that house great?

And thanks! I hope people will have fun!

This is a Great Idea! :D

Fandom: Assassin's Creed
Character/Pairing(s): (M/M) Ezio Auditore/Leonardo Da Vinci
Prompt: Leonardo is a vegetarian, but Ezio makes a meal (romantic or otherwise) for Leo that includes fish or meat because he doesn't understand vegetarianism is a way of life for Leo.

This isn't waht you wanted, but...Ezio and Leonardo, Vegetarianism

Leonardo's smile was brighter than the sun. "Ezio, my friend!" he said. "Please, sit! I have just prepared a meal!"

Ezio blinked. The Assassin had long been accustomed to strange sights whenever he entered Leonardo's workshop. One thing he had never expected was a freshly cooked meal. Leonardo subsisted on bread, olives, cheap wine, and the odd dubious pie purchased from street traders.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes." Leonardo stood-with difficulty, his atelier was crowded-and removed a telescopic lens and basket of kittens from the stool opposite. He cut a fresh slice of bread for Ezio to use as a plate and spooned over some food from his bowl. "There's plenty. Really, I will be offended if you do not."

Ezio climbed over a pile of papers to take his seat, placing his feet carefully to avoid the mewling kittens. He took a bite, and then another bite, and then poked through the food with a suspicious expression on his face. "Only vegetables? It's not like you can't afford meat." He held up a carrot. How do you expect me to climb the Duomo eating vegetables?"

"Of course," Leonardo said. "How stupid of me. I should have thought of that." He reached beneath some papers and emerged with a small bag in his hand and a smear of burnt sienna on his knuckles. "I bought you some nuts."

Ezio took the bag. "Nuts?"

"They're good for you."

Ezio presented the nuts to the kittens, who sniffed them and began to bat them across the floorboards. He pulled some beef jerky from his doublet and offered it to Leonardo.

"Ezio," Leonardo said disapprovingly. "I am a vegetarian. The time will come when man will look upon the murder of animals as they look upon the murder of a man. The consumption of meat makes graves inside us all."

"Some more than others," Ezio retrieved a few nuts and cracked them on the plinth of a hook-nosed plaster bust. The atelier was more than usually chaotic. The kittens were a new addition, as was the telescope set optimistically in the highest window. A pile of empty wicker cages lay stacked in one corner. Ezio nodded towards the cages as Leonardo chewed stoically.

"You've been releasing birds in the marketplace again, haven't you? No wonder you're melancholic. What do you think happens to them?"

"I prefer to think they lead a long and happy life," Leonardo said. He gave a piece of aubergine to one of the kittens, who pounced upon the titbit with an ecstatic mew.

Ezio leaned backwards on his stool. "Let me tell you what happens to those birds. If they're lucky, they're eaten by a hawk within an hour. If they're not, then they catch the pox from the pigeons and die a terrible drawn-out death."

"But if they're sold they'll be only be put in the pot," Leonardo said earnestly. "Or they'll spend their life in a tiny cage and then die from neglect, or someone will drown them in their cages in the river when their singing becomes tiresome. Is it not better for them to know freedom, even if it is just for one hour? Is that what your Assassin's Creed is all about-escaping control?"

"You have a point," Ezio admitted. "You are surprisingly soft-hearted-for a man who designs war machines.

"Exactly," Leonardo waved a finger. "I design them. People don't have to use them."

"And you draw on vellum," Ezio continued, "And you use hogs-hair brushes."

"Nobody is perfect. I love animals. People I can take or leave -especially when they criticise my morals. Assassins living in glass houses, Ezio, should not throw stones."

"Point taken," Ezio said. "As long as I never have to taste your cooking again."

Re: This isn't waht you wanted, but...Ezio and Leonardo, Vegetarianism

There are no words for how much I love this :-D

Re: This isn't what you wanted, but...Ezio and Leonardo, Vegetarianism

Glad you liked :D
Fandom: Friends
Character/Pairing(s): Chandler/Monica + Joey
Prompt: It's impossible to get rid of Joey after Hallowe'en because the twins always get a great haul of candy
Fandom: Torchwood
Character/Pairing(s): Jack/Ianto (+ ensemble)
Prompt: It's harder to locate Blowfish/Weevils/obvious looking aliens on the 31st October - but it is fun going out in their own costumes.
In honor of Halloween:

Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Character/Pairing(s): Ed, Al, any
Prompt: Al's body came back from the gate, but Al wasn't in it.

Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Character/Pairings: Barry the Chopper
Prompt: Ed and Al weren't the first intruders at the fifth Labratory, but Barry always saw to them.

Fandom: Harry Potter
Character/Pairings: The trio or the mauraders
Prompt: Fighting to get to Voldemort through an army of Inferi.

Great idea!

Oooo, I'd love to play but am drawing a blank on a fandom to request. Something original maybe?
And I would be more than willing to take a request (or two?) for a drabble, if someone wants something...

Re: Great idea!

Feel free to leave original requests!

And if you see something that works for you as a prompt, have at!

Re: Great idea!

LOVED the original dragon piece, so I'm all good.

Re: Great idea!

:D
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic U
Character/Pairing(s): Loki
Prompt: Loki is one of the old gods, and Samhain is a time for old gods.

Fandom: Sherlock
Character/Pairing(s): John Watson
Prompt: RAMC!John is a stone cold badass. Members of his unit might be superstitious about Halloween, but he isn't.

Fandom: Supernatural
Character/Pairing(s):Castiel
Prompt:Castiel is a) confused by what Halloween is supposed to be about b) confused by why no one celebrates All Saints Day and/or c) confused about why Halloween irritates Dean (and Sam) so much.

Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Character/Pairing(s): Alphonse
Prompt: Deep down, Alphonse knows he's a monster. (in armor, or after)

Fandom: Burn Notice
Character/Pairing(s): Fiona, maybe Michael or Sam (F/M or F/M/S fine)
Prompt: Fiona has always loved to dress up.

Edited at 2013-10-24 04:16 am (UTC)

Burn Notice: Halloween Dress-Up

“What about zombies?”

Fiona made a face at Sam. “Zombies, what is it with you and zombies?”

He shrugged, taking a swig from his beer bottle. “They’re traditional? Nothing says Halloween like zombies.”

Narrowing her eyes, Fiona crossed her arms. “Zombies may be traditional, but they’re not something I want to dress up as. I was thinking more of a witch.”

“Wench?” Sam’s eyes lit up. “You mean, like a serving wench? Tight little puffy top?” His hands described boobs that Fiona knew for a fact she would never have, not without a very expensive plastic surgery, or a whole lot of stuffing. “Frisky little skirt?”

“You are such a pig,” Fiona sniffed. “I am not dressing like a serving wench, particularly because you are drooling.”

Sam grinned and shrugged again, taking another drink. “Hey, Mikey, what do you think? What should Fiona be for Halloween?”

“Huh?” Michael looked up from his file, looking between the two of them. “What’s wrong with Fiona just being Fiona?”

“Hmph!” She flirted the hem of her skirt at Sam as she walked over to join Michael on the bed. “There’s no fun in that, Michael. Dressing up for Halloween is traditional, at least here. Even though there’s nothing in Miami that makes me think ‘autumn’, except for the sheer amount of pumpkin-flavored items for sale.” Dropping onto the bed next to Michael, she added, “We should go as something together. Maybe a prince and princess.”

Michael’s eyes took on a ‘cornered rabbit’ sheen. “Ahh…I do have a job to do, Fi.” He wagged the file. “Remember? Agent Pearce has me on that op. No Halloween for me.” Fiona could swear he let out a sigh of relief.

“Fine,” she growled, “I suppose I’ll have to dress up all by myself.” Turning a gimlet eye to Sam, she added, “And I suppose you can come along, if you must.”

“Well, normally, I’d be all over an invitation like that, but Elsa’s got this thing at the hotel, and I promised I’d be there to help. Hand out candy to kids and stuff. But, hey, if you wanted to dress up as a fairy, you know, the more the merrier.”

“A fairy?” Fiona considered the idea. At least she could have a nice dress. And kids were all right, especially when they were happy and not hanging around too much. “Well, I suppose.”

“Just don’t bring any C4 strapped to anything,” Sam advised, giving her a once-over. “The parents would probably raise a stink.”

“Sam, I do have some scruples.” Fiona said, “besides, I’d hate to feel the need to use it on some overbearing parent.” She pretended she didn’t hear Michael’s muttered, “Good thing.” “A fairy? I can do that.” Hopping off the bed, she made a shooing motion at Sam. “I’ll meet you at the hotel later tonight. I don’t suppose you’ll be dressed like an elf?”

Rolling his eyes, Sam finished off his beer and set the bottle in the trash. “Are you kidding? No, I’m going as - ”

“A mojito?” Fiona asked, smirking when Michael snorted, proving he was listening.

Sam glared, pointing a finger at her. “A zombie hunter.”

Michael blinked and raised his head. “Won’t that scare the kids, Sam?” he asked in that deadpan voice, so Fiona wasn’t sure if he meant it, or not.

With a chuckle, Sam said, “We’ll just see, won’t we, Mikey? See you later, Fi.”

As he disappeared through the loft’s door, Fiona turned back to Michael. “Are you sure you don’t want to come along? You could be, I don’t know, Peter Pan, and I’ll be Tinker Bell.”

Michael had his nose back in his file. “Allergic to tights.”

“Captain Hook?”

He seemed to consider that for a split second. “Allergic to wigs.”

“You could wear the hat and the coat,” Fiona offered. “No wig.”

The corners of his mouth pulling down, Michael made a hissing sound. “Gosh, Fi, I wish I could, but.” He wagged the file folder at her. “Duty calls.”

Fiona pouted. “Work,” she announced, “was more fun when we were choosing our own jobs.”

Michael smiled that fake smile of his back at her. “Just think of all the candy you’ll get.”

Sighing, Fiona said, “It’ll be a change from all the yogurt!”

Re: Burn Notice: Halloween Dress-Up

Fi would make a cute fairy. :)

And no, no amount of corset would give Fi the kind of boobs Sam prefers.

Re: Burn Notice: Halloween Dress-Up

I think she would be an adorable fairy. With a flower crown. :D

And Sam would still leer, and wish she had bigger boobs.

Fullmetal Alchemist, Al - (well, don't know exactly what this is, ha ha) The Abyss Gazes Back

Against the odds, he had gotten his body back. He had rested it and nourished it to bring it back up to speed, trained it and clothed it to suit his tastes and talents.

But he never felt quite one with it. The body he had returned to was a stranger. He had done nothing but exchange one vessel for another. A prettier one, if less sturdy. One that allowed him to fit in better with the society he passed through. Eating and sleeping were pleasures, but they were also camouflage.

Where once people had assumed he was different (or at least eccentric if they saw him as some young boy traveling about in armor), now they assumed what people tended to assume about everyone with a conventional presentation: that he was the same.

That he was safe.

He was not.

He had a soul that had left its body. It had wandered before and it yearned to escape again. It pulled him toward studies arcane and dark. How could he speak to his brother of how the greatest thrill he could conjure up was to gaze into the abyss?

Propriety called for a certain surface. But what to be beneath it?

Re: Fullmetal Alchemist, Al - (well, don't know exactly what this is, ha ha) The Abyss Gazes Back

Oooo, I like this, and I could see that happening.

Re: Fullmetal Alchemist, Al - (well, don't know exactly what this is, ha ha) The Abyss Gazes Back

Nicely spooky!

(but then, you write Kimbley. :D)
Fandom: Frasier
Character/Pairing(s): Ensemble (or pick and choose)
Prompt: Martin and Roz convince everyone that they need to dress up for Halloween with Alice.
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Character/Pairing(s): Edward/Winry (any other couples or family/friends)
Prompt: At the Risembool Harvest Festival, a fortune teller gives Ed and Winry 'news'.


Edited at 2013-10-25 01:45 am (UTC)
Fandom: Leverage
Character/Pairing(s): Hardison/Parker+Eliot (or H/P/E or gen)
Prompt: Hardison thinks they should dress up as Whedon-verse characters...and chooses everyone's costumes.
Fandom: Any magical/fantasy/original
Character/Pairing(s): M/F or gen
Prompt: Skeleton dance

Original: Skeleton Dance

The graveyard was not haunted. There wasn’t a witch who roamed through it on All Hallows Eve to collect the bones of those long dead for her soup. He was here to prove the stories wrong. Most fell asleep watching this night. He wouldn’t. Determined, he sat in the lowermost crook of an oak tree just inside the metal fence that defined the living from the dead. There was a breeze, but he ignored it and waited for the moon.

When it rose, he saw the lithe figure swaying gracefully among the tombstones - a female of delicate build and flaxen hair, dressed in little more than flimsy rags that fluttered gently with each movement. He was entranced. She was no witch. This was a fairy. The more he watched, the more he wanted, and when at the end of her dance between the stones she began to quietly sob, he slid from his perch and approached, offering her his somewhat clean pocket rag.

Her eyes were big and beautiful, set in a face shaped like a heart. He hoped the grin on his lips made him look somewhat better, but he was a raggedy boy himself and not properly bearded. Her touch was ice and fire on his fingertips, the rag gratefully received. She dabbed her tears and gave it back with a small smile of thanks. It fluttered to the ground forgotten as he reached for more to hold, but she started the dance anew and he could not catch her.

On and on he followed, stepping where she did and smiling when she noticed. She nodded her approval and flitted through a gap in the iron to take on the countryside, heading for the low hill no one traveled. He could not hesitate now. His feet moved with hers and they mounted the rocks in time to music he couldn’t hear, though it beat through his heart.

A crack in the rock appeared and down they went spiraling under the hill. The moon followed them in her hair, glowing brightly enough to reveal the path and then her chambers, spread wide in a cavern that matched his hut tenfold. Arranged neatly along the edges were skeletons, shiny and clean.

She waved to one and it eagerly stepped to her, offering its hands and arms for an embrace as she swung in slow circles around the smooth ebon floor, but it could not match her steps as its feet were worn away. She sobbed anew and let the bones fall aside.

Quickly he went to her, offering his hands and arms, and they danced until he thought his heart would burst. She let him fall to the floor and he gasped for air. Gently, lovingly, she removed his clothes and let her fingertips roam his skin. He barely felt the knife as she loosed him from the bonds of his mortal being. He was light now, like her. There was no weight to slow him down. He would never lose his breath again. She cleaned him then, scrubbing him until he was as bright and shining as her hair. As he rose to his feet and held his hands out to her, his arms ready to embrace her, he rejoiced in his luck.

He was hers and she was his, as long as his feet would last.


Edited at 2013-10-31 04:55 pm (UTC)

Re: Original: Skeleton Dance

OOOOoOOOOOOooOOOOOOO!

That's a delightfully creepy, sad story.

Re: Original: Skeleton Dance

Heh. Thanks.

Re: Original: Skeleton Dance

You're very welcome.

Re: Original: Skeleton Dance

Ooo what a neat, spooky story. I love it

Re: Original: Skeleton Dance

Oh good. Thanks.
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Character/Pairing(s): Kimblee/Envy
Prompt: a thinking man sleeps with monsters

Fandom: Puella Magi Madoka Magica
Character/Pairing(s): any
Prompt: jack-o'-lantern witch

Fandom: Hunger Games trilogy
Character/Pairing(s): Mags & any younger character
Prompt: "Let tell you a frightening old tale of the sea..."

FMA - "Mirrors"

It fascinated Kimblee, that Envy could be anyone. It didn’t matter the size or shape of the person; Envy could mirror the image, could mimic the voice. Kimblee thought it the most interesting of the homunculi’s gifts. Oh, granted, he had seen Wrath in action, with his inhuman talent for swordplay; and had heard of Sloth’s capacity for speed. Gluttony and Lust both were useful enough, he supposed; though he hadn’t had the pleasure, and he wasn’t sure he wanted to meet either of them, truth be told. Gluttony lived up to its name, and Lust, well, the idea of meeting a woman of her repute struck even a chill chord through him. Pride was malevolence draped in the form of a child, with a child’s appearance of innocence, but also with an incredible malice. Greed, well, Greed had disappeared before Kimblee had even been born, and he doubted he’d ever make the acquaintance of that particular homumculus. And, if he really wanted to see any of those he’d yet to lay eyes on, he could ask Envy.

Envy, of course, might tease him with something else first. That was the fascination of being with the homunculus. Never knowing who Envy might appear to be. Seeing someone familiar, someone he might have considered, however so briefly, as a sexual partner, approaching, with a smile that could only belong to Envy, it gave him a thrill beyond describing.

Tonight, Envy promised a surprise, and Kimblee expected something spectacular. The tentative knock led him to his hotel door. Opening it, he took in the sight in front of him, that of a young woman, guileless blue eyes staring up at him, a curtain of pale blond hair sweeping down her back. “Mr. Kimblee?” she asked in a sweet, breathy voice.

“Yes, my dear, please come in.” He opened the door farther, ushering her inside. “I’m afraid you have me at a disadvantage?”

She smiled over her shoulder at him. “I’m Winry Rockbell!”

Letting his eyes wander over her form from the back, Kimblee thought that tonight would be a very interesting evening, indeed.
OH!!

Thank you sooooo much~! I love it!
You're very, very welcome!
Yule - Olive the Other Reindeer

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