Title: Flicks
Fandom: Due South
Characters: Guy Laurent (and his daemon, a Siamese cat)
Rating: G
Words: 312
Notes: This takes place in a universe shared with His Dark Materials by Phillip Pullman. For those who don't know it, human beings have soul-manifestations in the form of animals, called daemons. The theory is that Mounties are trained (like witches) to separate from their daemons. Until today this universe existed entirely in shared headcanon XD (Also, holy crap, how has it been September since I posted fic?!)


Bob was apparently porting a hairball.

The creature was small, a mess of white and black hair, with rather large blue eyes peering out in apparent confusion. Bob held it by the scruff, quite expertly leaping onto the couch and settling there with her newfound companion.

( No one knows Bob's real name. )

Title: Call
Fandom: Due South; Arch to the Sky
Characters: Turnbull, Thatcher, Buck Frobisher, Benton Fraser, Ray Kowalski, Myra Turnbull, the Turnbull family
Rating: G
Words: 2180
Notes: After COTW. Written in part by sl_walker and encouraged/brainstormed a great deal more ♥
Summary: '...Constable Turnbull decided to run for public office. But his campaign got off to a rocky start...'

If Turnbull was too young to die, he had to wonder about the man he shot off his snowmobile.

It was an idle thought. Very honestly, he thought he felt nothing about having killed the man, something he'd been matter-of-factly informed of not long before. He'd never killed anyone before. Of course it had always been a remote possibility; one accepted when he became a police officer. But it was by no means a given.

The man was shooting at him. At people he cared for.

It was a simple matter, and Turnbull felt nothing.

( You know, I used to think it was awful that life was so unfair. Then I thought, wouldn't it be much worse if life were fair, and all the terrible things that happen to us come because we actually deserve them? So, now I take great comfort in the general hostility and unfairness of the universe. )

Guy Laurent, Renfield & Myra Turnbull; Wizard!Verse (1990); G; 538 words

Descendo - Partis Temporus - Avis - Obliviate - Wingardium - Incarcerous - Incendio - Imperius - Nox - Lumos

Vampires are graced with a certain stealth.

If this comes as no surprise to you, perhaps you are a consumer of the muggle fiction about them. All the better. The bit of mystery mixes well with the fiction to keep us hidden from that which could overwhelm one of us should we be discovered. As you will dismiss this as fiction, too, I feel a looseness of tongue I generally do not possess.

I sink from a rafter to a lower one, my footfalls making no sound, my body moving with a fluidity not granted by God at birth.

The baby Auror is rather interesting; I know that I have been silent, but he detects me. He is clever enough to betray nothing of what he has heard to the woman he's talking to, but the slight incline of his head in my direction tells me all I need to know. I smile, allowing fangs to descend only so far as needed to lick one. It's a tic; one of pleasure.

Few Aurors come through Regina in any given year. The state of pressing oneself into a muggle life has always fascinated me. I am not a wizard. I was not born one, and have come to understand this world only by being half-pressed upon it myself by virtue of my change. It seems improbable that any of them would wish to come the other way.

They are very... precious about their wizardry, after all.

This one speaks to a rather lovely woman apparently several years his senior, and she speaks softly in return. I wonder if she belongs to him; I sniff the air. No... no... hm. Perhaps she does. Not in the way I expected.

They appeared to be having some sort of disagreement, before he detected me. It is made no simpler by his apparent instinct to take the woman away from this place at the detection.

She seems to be insisting on remaining. He doesn't manhandle her into leaving. This impresses me. He has risen above my estimation of many wizards already.

"It's all right," I offer softly from my perch. I smile down at them, sans fangs. My condition is obvious enough. "I only wanted to welcome you to Regina."

The woman jumps; the Mountie snaps a look at me that I'm sure is very frightening to other people.

"Thank you," he replies with a suspicious squint.

They are interesting. It won't do to burn that bridge.

"My apologies for the startle." I reach into my pocket, pulling from it a long grey feather, and I offer it down to drift to them.

The Mountie blinks, moving to take it, though it's his sister - I can smell it in their blood - that plucks it from the air. Neither of them seem to have an answer for my apology. The Auror nods acknowledgment of a sort; it's then his sister seems to give over, and he is able to nudge her out of this place.

She watches me as they leave. I flourish a wave and watch her go.

Title: Blither
Fandom: Due South; Arch to the Sky
Characters: Bob Fraser, Turnbull; appearances by Benton Fraser, Thatcher, RayK
Rating: G
Words: 3094
Timeline: Canon.
Summary: In a moment of pique, Bob jumps ship to a different Mountie.
Notes: Yes, Bob has his own misogynistic moments. XD Still working on mood themes. ♥ Wanted to get this out while it was in my head.

"You know, son, you should be nicer to that boy. You can blither with the best of them, yourself."

"I deal with Constable Turnbull in an even-handed manner. And I do not blither."

"Oh, yes you do. I should know, son. We can smell our own."

( The Babylon project was our last, best hope for peace. ...it failed. )

Turnbull/Vecchio; Arch To The Sky; NC-17; 327 words. Here be porn; written for sl_walker to the prompt 'Detective Walks Funny' (with love to elf_fu).

( Suddenly, I looked up and this beautiful dancer is leaning down over the stage, and looking right into my eyes. And she said: 'Whatever it is, it can't be that bad.' And then she kissed me, right here. )

The last of our rounds of one-line prompts, and once again just about everyone from Mike Chase to Diefenbaker turns up in here.

Part I - Part II - Part III


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Here are the one-line prompts Steff and I exchanged a couple of days ago. This is only about half; another page to come ♥

Pretty much every character is represented yet again, from Gardino to Stella to Longfellow to Turnbull to Hell, even James Lennox.


Part I - Part II - Part III

There are two NC-17 ones in here, they'll be in white font, highlight to read!

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Myra, Turnbull; Arch To The Sky; G; 200 words.

Prologue
I. • II. • III. • IV. • V. • VI. • VII.
Epilogue


His uniform had taken home a sizable amount of Lake Michigan.

Renfield had taken home Ray.

Tony had brought Ray's clothes. There was a part of Renfield that was disappointed for that; clothing him from his own drawers felt like another layer he could impress between Ray and the open world. If Tony had an opinion on the whole mess beyond a shrug and a low whistle, he didn't offer it. Renfield had just tried not to think about who would've provided Tony with his address.

The divide between the letter he'd gotten and the reply he wanted to send now seemed impossible to bridge. He forced it anyway.

Dearest Myra,

Please likewise forgive the delay in my response. You are right; I am happy for this news. I am honored that you would name a son for me.

It was not long after I took possession of your letter that Ray and I became unexpectedly public. In some quarters, the matter became confrontational. Ray is now estranged from his family.

I am uncertain of when I will see you. I would be grateful for your updates when you have them.

Give my best to John.

Renfield

Title: Disseminated
Fandom: Due South; Arch to the Sky
Pairing: Turnbull/Vecchio
Rating: PG
Words: 543
Timeline: Right after Out.
Summary: Rumors fly as everyone tries to adjust.

Prologue


"I heard she punched him in the nose."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Apparently he walked out of here with it bleeding all over his uniform. And he was crying."

"Sounds like him."

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Fic: George
Fandom: Due South
Characters: Turnbull, Guy, Longfellow, Mark
Rating: PG-13ish
Words: 1519
Summary: Andrew Longfellow discovers the secret to knocking Guy off his constant mellow.
Notes: Written on a camping trip, on notebook paper, for sl_walker while she was working. Not totally happy with it, but it might be worth some laughs. Arch to the Sky. Sometime in the midst of Mark through Second.

"Why do you have a puppet."

Well. That tone shocked all four men at the table, including the speaker. Guy positively blanched; Turnbull had never in his life heard Guy speak in such a frankly perturbed tone, and from the look on his face, Guy might never have heard himself do so either.

A slow, almost vicious smile crept up Longfellow's face, for he was the bearer of said puppet.

( For you, fifty thousand years of Human evolution was something that happened to other people, wasn't it? )