Monday - Crime
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amavissem, today's theme is Crime which could be interpreted in the literal sense of breaking the law or in the sense of breaking a agreement or expected way of behaviour, hopefully one you can have fun with!
Examples for formatting your prompts:
- BBC's Sherlock, Sherlock/John, they've crossed the line from unconventional to commiting more crimes than they solve.
- Psych, Lassiter/Shawn, "It's not a crime! In some countries..."
- Supernatural, Dean/Castiel, Dean tries to explain that some rules are meant to be broken.
And here's a quick reminder of the rules:
-No more than three prompts per fandom.
-No more than five prompts at a time, though after you get one or more of your prompts filled, you are free to leave more.
-No spoilers in your prompts until a week after air date or publication.
-Warn for spoilers in your fic in bold and with at least three spaces above your fic.
If there's nothing here that catches your eye, feel free to go though our Lonely Prompts!
tag="Crime"
amavissem, today's theme is Crime which could be interpreted in the literal sense of breaking the law or in the sense of breaking a agreement or expected way of behaviour, hopefully one you can have fun with! Examples for formatting your prompts:
- BBC's Sherlock, Sherlock/John, they've crossed the line from unconventional to commiting more crimes than they solve.
- Psych, Lassiter/Shawn, "It's not a crime! In some countries..."
- Supernatural, Dean/Castiel, Dean tries to explain that some rules are meant to be broken.
And here's a quick reminder of the rules:
-No more than three prompts per fandom.
-No more than five prompts at a time, though after you get one or more of your prompts filled, you are free to leave more.
-No spoilers in your prompts until a week after air date or publication.
-Warn for spoilers in your fic in bold and with at least three spaces above your fic.
If there's nothing here that catches your eye, feel free to go though our Lonely Prompts!
tag="Crime"
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Date: 2010-08-02 04:54 pm (UTC)Bob-Whites of the Warehouse
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Their latest client, a careworn rancher's wife from Montana, blinked up at him. "But aren't you criminals?"
Hardison smiled widely. "Well, we're not the bad kind of criminals." He looked around the table at his team's faces. He expected - well, not applause. He'd outgrown expecting that even when he clearly deserved it. But some appreciation would be nice - a smile from Parker, maybe, or a tight nod from Nate.
But three of them stared at him like he'd grown an extra head. And Eliot did that thing where he looked surprised, then remembered that the Big Bad Wolf would never be surprised by Little Red Riding Geek, and went for furious, then checked himself mid-glare so as not to scare the client, and ended up mostly just looking twitchy. (Which, Hardison had so far refrained from pointing out, tended to scare the clients anyway. Twitchy was not a good look on a man with arms that size.)
"Uh," Hardison said.
"We'll be in touch," Nate recovered smoothly. He gave the client his most reassuring smile; it worked, as always, like a charm. She gathered her things and walked out of McRory's with a positive bounce in her step.
After an awkward beat of silence, Hardison cleared his throat. "It was a reference. I was referencing - you know, remember when Eliot said I wasn't - "
"I'm a badass," Parker exploded. She slammed her hands on the table and her ponytail gave a bounce that Hardison really, seriously, honestly tried very hard not to find bewitching.
"How dare you insinuate," Sophie said, her voice trilling into full diva range, "that I'm not a bad criminal? I'll have you know that authorities in Portugal and Spain would take serious issue with that assertion!"
"I run the nastiest crew on either side of the Atlantic," Nate spat. "Not just this side. Either side."
"I'm, like, the baddest criminal there is," Eliot sputtered, throwing his hands in the air. Everyone else paused and nodded vigorously. "Seriously, man. Who's badder than me?"
Hardison shrugged. "You were the one said I wasn't the bad kind."
"You're not." Eliot packed a lot of scorn into those little words.
"Hey." Hardison bit his lip and folded his arms tight across his chest. "Man, I thought you meant it as a compliment."
"I meant it as a statement," Eliot growled. "Acknowledging the fact that you keep dolls in your room and drink orange soda and have only ever fought - " and around the word fought he formed some truly insulting air quotes - "injured guys and little dudes."
Hardison drew in a breath to argue, but Nate cut him off by putting a hand on his shoulder. "Look, Hardison, we like that you're not the bad kind." Nate's color was still high, but his eyes were clear and kind. Hardison suppressed a shudder. Man could turn on a damn dime. Spooky. "We really like that about you. But, you know. A little respect."
There wasn't much to say to that, but Hardison wasn't quite ready to yield. He tried to stare down Eliot instead, which was a monumentally pointless exercise he still indulged in on special angry occasions. It was like looking into the ocean and expecting it to wince. It's good to challenge yourself, dear, Nana's voice said gently in the back of his mind. One day the crazy bastard will blink and that will be a gooooood day, his own mental voice added, and that thought alone was enough to make him break and grin.
"Fine. I'm badder than y'all give me credit for, anyway. Who else is gonna help you steal a rodeo?"
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Date: 2010-08-02 04:26 pm (UTC)Honesty is the Best Policy
Date: 2010-08-02 04:56 pm (UTC)For the fourth time in the past thirty seconds, Dean snorted. "Dude. Don't tell me you'd rather get a job at McDonald's."
Castiel looked horrified at the thought. He still didn't trust himself around vast quantities of red meat. "I just feel like there ought to be some way you can be honest and still win the money."
"It's about getting the mark to take the bet," Dean lectured, the fraying ends of his patience bleeding through to his voice. "You find a way to tell the truth and do that, Cas, I will buy you a liquor store."
Something flashed through Castiel's eyes. He looked around the room and walked up to a biker with a tattoo saying "God's in My Sidecar." Dean cringed in advance and crept up beside the table to watch.
"Apologies if I'm not very good," Castiel said humbly as he set up the triangle. "I lost some of my focus along with my angelic powers."
"Your what?"
"It's a long story," Castiel demurred. "I don't suppose you'd be into a friendly wager?"
The biker squinted at him, then burst into loud laughter. "I thought angels couldn't gamble."
"Oh, they can't," Castiel said blithely, "but as you can see I'm no longer bound by heavenly constraints. Twenty dollars?"
Dean managed to scrape his jaw off the floor long enough to roll his eyes and circle his finger in a cuckoo expression when the biker looked to see if anyone else was hearing this.
"Hell," the biker said with a huge, gap-toothed grin. "Let's make it fifty."
The terrible precision of Castiel's cue stick then was a wonder to behold.
Dean gave a low whistle of appreciation as Castiel pocketed the money and the two of them headed for the door. "I take it back," he said. "For you, Cas? Honesty really is the best policy."
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Date: 2010-08-02 04:28 pm (UTC)Yami no Matsuei, Muraki, Tsuzuki, & Terazuma
Date: 2010-12-13 02:52 am (UTC)"Kidnapping, rape, torture, murder, casting curses not in self defense, illegal trafficking in human organs, indecent congress with a minor," Terazuma counted off, pacing the interrogation room. Muraki sat calmly shackled to a metal chair, taking all this silence, while Tsuzuki sat across from Muraki, one eye on his enemy, the other on Terazuma. "I take it you're a sick bastard who uses magic lawlessly and likes little boys. Is there any crime against humanity you haven't committed? You eat babies for breakfast."
Muraki snerked, shifting in his restraints. "We can rule that one out. I might have little regard for adults, but I would never deliberately harm a child under twelve."
"Then explain what you did to Hisoka, under that cherry tree?" Tsuzuki said, looking Muraki in the face.
"This should be good," Terazuma said, leaning against the wall behind Muraki's chair and lighting a cigarette, blowing the smoke at their subject.
"I don't excuse what I did, but in my defense, I mistook the youngster for a sixteen year old girl in the dark. By the time I discovered my error, it was too late and I was already between the youngster's lovely pale thighs," Muraki said, dropping his voice to a husky drawl, as he eyed Tsuzuki.
"Cut the *crap*, Muraki," Tsuzuki snapped, slamming a fist on the table. "Your disregard for life and your crimes against humanity disgust me. You used Hisoka, you kidnapped and tortured me, you carved up dozens of people for your vile experiments--"
Muraki laughed. "Well, not crimes against humanity, necessarily, since you're not human, but if that's what you wish to call it. You were no more human during your life than I am now. You and I share that much in common, that the blood of fallen angels beats in our veins."
Terazuma slapped the back of Muraki's head, stunning him. "Shaddap, whitey. Tsuzuki's a lotta things, but an angel or a demon ain't one of 'em."
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Date: 2010-08-02 05:45 pm (UTC)“…what do you mean, you haven’t told him?” Maggie asked slowly, and Eliot winced. He could actually hear her eyes narrowing over the phone.
He sighed. “Uh, I mean I haven’t told him?” he repeated, picking at a scab on the back of his hand, phone clamped against his shoulder. “It just… hasn’t really come up, so…”
“It hasn’t come up. Well, nice to know I’m such an important part of your life,” Maggie said crisply.
“Maggie – ” he tried, and suddenly heard a busy signal beeping in his ear. He blinked, and grabbed the phone, holding it in front of his face to stare at it incredulously. She’d hung up on him.
This was not good. He’d been hung up on by enough women in his time to know he was now in deep trouble. He sighed again and snapped his phone shut, barely resisting the urge to hurl it against the wall. He didn’t even know why it should matter that he hadn’t mentioned their relationship to Nate, it wasn’t like she saw Nate every day, or had to work with him, or anything. Not like Eliot did.
He scowled at the phone. Okay, so maybe he did sort of understand why she might feel like he should have mentioned the fact that they were… involved to Nate. Nate, and the rest of the team, were Eliot’s… sort of family. They were part of his daily life, his friends, and disturbingly high on the very short list of people who were important to Eliot.
But that was the problem, really. They were his friends. Nate was his friend. And Maggie was… well, not Nate’s, but… He flipped the phone open and hit her number. She picked up on the fourth ring with an icy, “What.”
“He’s my friend, Maggie. And you just don’t… you don’t do that to your friend. I’m breaking one of the most critical rules of friendship. Never screw with your friend’s ex,” Eliot explained in a rush.
There was silence for a moment, then Maggie asked in a disturbingly reasonable tone, “Is that what we’re doing, Eliot? Screwing?”
“No!” he denied firmly. “I didn’t mean it like – dammit, Maggie! It’ll hurt him, okay? He’ll feel betrayed, like I stole you from him, and I – ”
“I think you’re the one that feels like you stole me, Eliot. If you didn’t feel guilty, I don’t think you’d have a problem telling Nate about us,” Maggie interrupted with unsettling calm.
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