Monday: Crime & Punishment
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I'm not actually your host for this week and apologies if I'm stepping on anyone's toes but its 12:07 PST and we still don't have a post, so I'm jumping in so that we can still all play
Today's theme is a little bit of crime and punishment.
Ever wondered what your favourite character would be like as a serial killer/rapist/arsonist/car thief? Or if they had been kidnapped? Or wondered how they would investigate a murder? Ever wanted to set the CSI team or the Bones team etc against your characters? Or maybe want them to JOIN an investigative team?
Just remember to place them in the correct format:
Leverage, Eliot Spencer, that's what I do
CSI, team, a series of grave robbings
Please be kind to our codemonkeys (and tomorrow's monkey is me so really, pretty please be nice!: only three prompts per fandom, and only five prompts. If one of them is filled, you can go ahead and post another. Play fair!
And if you don't see anything that you like, you can always go through our Lonely Prompts
Again, I'm sorry for the lateness of the post, but let the games commence!
theme=crime
badfalcon I'm not actually your host for this week and apologies if I'm stepping on anyone's toes but its 12:07 PST and we still don't have a post, so I'm jumping in so that we can still all play
Today's theme is a little bit of crime and punishment.
Ever wondered what your favourite character would be like as a serial killer/rapist/arsonist/car thief? Or if they had been kidnapped? Or wondered how they would investigate a murder? Ever wanted to set the CSI team or the Bones team etc against your characters? Or maybe want them to JOIN an investigative team?
Just remember to place them in the correct format:
Leverage, Eliot Spencer, that's what I do
CSI, team, a series of grave robbings
Please be kind to our codemonkeys (and tomorrow's monkey is me so really, pretty please be nice!: only three prompts per fandom, and only five prompts. If one of them is filled, you can go ahead and post another. Play fair!
And if you don't see anything that you like, you can always go through our Lonely Prompts
Again, I'm sorry for the lateness of the post, but let the games commence!
theme=crime
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Date: 2010-02-01 08:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-02-01 08:36 pm (UTC)Mini Fill
Date: 2016-09-28 12:47 pm (UTC)Ziva looked quite distressed. Tony didn’t know a lot about Jewish burial rites, but he knew desecrating a corpse was pretty awful. “Why would anyone do that?”
“Whoever they are,” McGee said, “they’re strong. Has to be a team of at least two. I mean, look at the dimensions of the grave. Straight walls. This kind of digging all in one night by hand requires a lot of physical strength and, I’m guessing, a lot of experience.”
“Professional grave diggers?” Tony asked.
“Possibly, except professionals these days don’t use shovels.”
Ziva shot him a look. “Why do you know so much about digging graves?”
“Research,” McGee said. “For a novel.”
They studied the pictures on the screen until Abby came bustling back into the lab with a tray of samples to put through the GCMS.
“Is it true?” she asked. “Are they really salting and burning graves?”
McGee stared at her. “Who said anything about salting?”
“I love your books, McGee, I really do,” Abby said, “but I just picked up this cool pulpy series about two brothers who hunt evil, and one thing they do to banish a ghost is salt and burn the body that the ghost belongs to.”
“So we’re looking for superfans,” Tony said flatly.
Ziva frowned. “Why salt?”
“Salt purifies,” Gibbs said, striding into the lab.
They all stared at him, even Abby.
“What? I listen when you talk, Abby.” Gibbs peered at the screen. “What else have we got?”
Abby had set down her tray of samples and typed rapidly at another computer. She stepped back and made a Vanna White gesture at the monitor. “Check it out - the third annual Supernatural Convention.”
“Meaning?” Gibbs asked.
“Meaning a bunch of Tony’s superfans who are into salting and burning are gathered all in one place,” Abby said.
“DiNozzo -”
“On it, Boss.”
“Take McGee with you.”
“C’mon, Probie.”
“Ziva, you’re with me. Roll out.”
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Date: 2010-02-01 08:39 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-02-01 08:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-02-01 08:41 pm (UTC)no fic
Date: 2010-02-02 10:52 am (UTC)fantastic prompt!!
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Date: 2010-02-01 08:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-02-01 08:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-02-01 10:35 pm (UTC)He gets picked up for breaking into the old hospital outside of Memphis.
Dean spends the night in the police station's back jail cells for overnighters with a drunk guy and a pimp.
Mostly, he prays that Sam made himself dinner and was safe.
John showed up the next day to bail him out.
When they get into the car, where most fathers would be yelling and screaming till they were hoarse (after making sure they were okay), John raised one eyebrow and just asked what Dean found.
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Date: 2010-02-01 08:43 pm (UTC)Supernatural, Dean/Castiel (& Castiel/other FC), 'the crime of loving you'
Date: 2010-02-02 02:44 pm (UTC)Cas can't see her and she can't see him, it's too dark, but he smiles in answer anyway. He's collected a few bruises from her calloused hands, she's that keyed up. The satisfaction of a job well done echoes in the dust.
It's cramped in here, but Cas doesn't mind. The leather under his knees is cracked with history. Somewhere there must be the phantom scent of his own blood.
They'd ended up together on a mission after Cas's foot had mended, he and Jane. Jane with her dead child and dead parents and dead fiance, Jane of the blonde braids and the whooping-cough laugh. Jane, who's going to get fucked so hard she's gonna forget her name.
She holds herself open as Cas pushes himself in, a single thrust.
The first time didn't feel like falling. It felt like a break, something giving way. Like Castiel crumpled on the backseat, Dean sweating above him. Then the car had been a heat trap, the space too small.
Cas is dimly aware that he's desecrating a monument. He knows already that Jane won't talk; she's too alert, too jittery to not have noticed. But she's also likely to forget not just her name but this entire encounter the next day.
Besides, fuck it. He wants to, all right?
I'll keep a hand on the wheel, take your dick out with my other hand. That gettin' you hot? Yeah? We'll get pulled over by a cop. My hand around your dick. You in your stupid trench coat. Caught in the act. You'll stare at the cop and gasp, push your hips out like a slut. Yeah? You like that, Cas? You can't zap yourself out anymore, so you'll just sit there and let me jerk you off.
Cas lets go of Jane when she shudders through her orgasm, lets his own eyes shut for a moment.
I'm gonna let go, Cas. And you'll bite your lip hard enough to draw blood. Make that needy little fucking sound you make. God, I can't fucking get enough of your sounds. Cas, tell me this is right. If this is wrong, if this.
Tell me to stop.
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Date: 2010-02-01 08:49 pm (UTC)SG-1, Jack/Daniel, passing time in another Goa'uld prison cell.
Date: 2010-02-02 12:25 am (UTC)"Sorry, didn't realize I was annoying you." Daniel's snark-o-meter was never more present than after being slapped around and thrown in a prison cell.
"Just stop already, okay?"
Daniel didn't mention the fact that Jack was still touching his knee. "Did you put the pork chops out to thaw?"
Jack snorted. "Do I look like a fool?"
"We were only supposed to be here four hours. How did you know we wouldn't be back for dinner?"
"I didn't. But I didn't want to take the chance of coming home to find a science experiment in my refrigerator. Thawing, Daniel, is what microwaves are for."
"I thought they were for making popcorn?"
"Reheating coffee?" Jack realized they were the only two people in the world who could while away prison time by talking about pork chops and popcorn.
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Date: 2010-02-01 08:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-02-01 08:52 pm (UTC)No fic yet, but....
Date: 2010-02-02 08:12 pm (UTC)Re: No fic yet, but....
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Date: 2010-02-01 08:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-02-01 08:53 pm (UTC)*ps, thanks
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Date: 2010-02-01 10:39 pm (UTC)Seconding this statement! ♥
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Date: 2010-02-01 09:03 pm (UTC)Jackal Theft for Love Part 1
Date: 2010-02-17 10:26 am (UTC)“You’ll get caught one of these days,” she said. But he never seemed to. And she ate the chocolate bar all the same, insisting to herself that it didn’t actually taste better because it was taken, not bought.
He was like magic, slipping out of tickets, dodging bad situations before they started. After telling her about the third bar fight he’d avoided, she asked him:
“How come you can avoid all these fights, but in Wonderland you were fighting all the time?”
“I was fighting for you.” He said, like that was the only reason he needed. “And besides,” he continued, slipping his arms around her waist. “You were starting a lot of the fights.”
“I didn’t start them!” she retorted.
“Well you certainly inspired them,” he said dryly, kissing her on the cheek.
“Hatter, what is this?”
“What is whaaa – ohhh…that is…those are my….papers,” he said, not looking at Alice and the plastic cards in her hand.
“Where did these come from?”
“I got them. So I can do things,” he said with an attempt at a grin.
“But none of these have your name. They have your picture. But they say neither Hatter nor David. They say Michael Callaghan.”
“They do?” Hatter said, his pitch rising as he tried to lie. “They must have gotten my name wrong,” he said, trying to take them back. Alice held her hand close to her chest.
“Who’s Michael Callaghan?”
“He’s – he’s dead.” Hatter said. “But he died a long time ago, when he was just a baby, and this guy I know helped me…use his info.”
“You are stealing a dead kid’s identity?” Alice gasped.
“He’s dead. He ain’t gonna mind.”
“I mind! It’s creepy. And it’s illegal!”
“I’m illegal,” he snapped. “I’m worse than an illegal alien. I don’t belong to anyplace from your world. No government likes a man appearing fully grown with no record, and wanting a place in society. So I stole Michael Callaghan’s identity, who had no use for it. Because I needed it.”
“It’s wrong. You’re taking advantage of the system.”
“I’m not using it to get social security or anything. I’m using it so I can build credit, maybe get a car, or a better job than fucking construction. I’m trying to make myself a part of society,” he said.
“It’s cheating. It’s lying.”
“I’m just trying to live,” he said, exasperated. “Why are you so upset?”
“Because you’re stealing and you’re lying,” she said. “Because you’re doing all these horrible things, and I feel like you’re not the man I met in Wonderland.”
“Of course I’m not!” he shouted, pulling his hat off and throwing it on the couch in frustration. “I was a double-crossing, drug-dealing jerk. I had to sell out my friends, I turned people into junkies. But that’s nothing compared to the things I did to save Wonderland. The things I did for you. What I’m doing now, for you, doesn’t even compare.” He went to the hall and took his leather jacket off the hook.
“Where are you going?” Alice asked, following him.
“Out.”
“Can’t we talk about this?” she said. There were tears in her eyes.
“I don’t think you want a criminal like me around,” he said coldly. He stalked out the door, slamming it behind him.
Alice sat down heavily on the couch in the living room, her tears threatening to fall. She hadn’t wanted to start a fight, but now she wasn’t sure if she should feel angry or guilty. He had stolen someone else’s identity. Yes, Michael Callaghan was dead, but that didn’t make it okay. Though if he was just using it to have a better life…maybe that wasn’t so bad. And he did have a point. In Wonderland he had fought for her. He’d stolen things and been a fugitive for her. He had – he had killed someone to save her.
“I’m an idiot,” she muttered, and burst into tears.
Jackal Theft for Love Part 2
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Date: 2010-02-01 09:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-02-01 09:07 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-02-01 09:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-02-01 09:09 pm (UTC)Fill: Pendragon Investigations
Date: 2016-09-28 01:36 pm (UTC)“Yes, Gwaine, please hold.” Gwen started to say, “Merlin, it’s for you,” but he just plucked the receiver from her hand.
“What have you got?”
“Been tailing this man for a week,” Gwaine said, “and apart from his shoddy taste in strip clubs and take-out, he’s not much of a criminal mastermind.”
Merlin rifled through his notes. “Which strip clubs?”
“Why, you want to go on a club crawl together?”
“No.” Merlin rolled his eyes. “Hengist operates a human trafficking ring out of at least one club.”
“Oh.” Gwaine rattled off the list of clubs before Merlin even found a pen, but Merlin would remember them, could write them down later.
Only Arthur and Morgana swept through the front door, Arthur laden down with take-out bags, Morgana twirling her pistol like she was a cowgirl in a western.
“I’m just saying,” Arthur said, “I’m the lead investigator. You should let me handle the witness interviews.”
“Oh please.” Morgana pursed her lips and mock-pouted prettily. “Some witnesses need a woman’s touch and you know it.” She leaned in so Arthur could get a good look down her blouse if he wanted.
He rolled his eyes and flinched away. No one talked about that one Policeman’s Ball where they’d got a bit tipsy and hate-flirted at each other during their first year as detectives, back before they found out they were half-siblings.
Merlin glance at Gwen. Gwen hid a smile behind one hand.
Arthur set the take-out bags on his desk and rifled through them. He presented Gwen with her lunch first, then Morgana with hers - because he had a chivalrous streak alongside his pratface streak - and then asked Merlin, “What have we got?”
“I think our old man is an accountant for Hengist’s human trafficking operation,” Merlin said.
Arthur’s eyes lit. “Ooh, excellent!”
“Human trafficking is not excellent,” Morgana said sharply.
“You know that if we close in on this before Leon and the other lads at Metro, Father will have a coronary.” Arthur set aside his take-out carton and held out a hand.
Merlin swatted his hand away. “Let me eat my food, and then I’ll give you the report. Lunch time is break time. We need to socialize if we want to be a coherent team.”
“You’ve been speaking to Gaius again,” Morgana said wisely, but she ignored Arthur’s pout, glared at him till he picked up his carton of take-out.
They’d just settled into a spirited debate about the new Doctor when there was a knock at the door. Merlin and Gwen went to answer the door at the same time and knocked heads, and it was Morgana who answered the door with a sigh.
“Pendragon Investigations, how can we help you?”
“My name’s Mordred, and I’m looking for my dad.”
They stared at him.
Arthur said, “How old are you?”
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Date: 2010-02-01 09:10 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-04-18 07:59 pm (UTC)'Just keep running, Cas', Dean calls as the police chase them, he wants to explain to them that angels have a high sex drive and it's him that has to live with it. His dick feels chaffed most of the time and it's not his fault Cas is an exhibitionist.
They hide in the bushes, Cas landing on top of him, the police pass by and Cas grinds against him, Dean groans.
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Date: 2010-02-01 09:17 pm (UTC)no fic but...
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