Monday - Color Me Crazy
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crimson_antics and I'll be your Guest host for the first week of 2011.
Today's theme is Color Me Crazy. Pretty simple: all your prompts need to have at least a color in them.
Don't forget the rules:
* Three prompts per fandom, and no more than five total. If one of your prompts is filled, you may post another.
* No spoilers for new shows/seasons until at least one week after airing.
* If your fill do contains spoilers, please warn accordingly and leave enough space for people to pass by.
Please think of our codemonkeys and use the following format for your prompts:
* SGA, John/any male, Looking good in dress blues.
* Criminal Minds, Reid/Hotch, Convincing Hotch to wear a lime green tie.
* SGA/SG-1, John/Cam, Love under blood red skies.
If none of today's prompts inspire you, feel free to browse through the Lonely Prompts.
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crimson_antics and I'll be your Guest host for the first week of 2011.Today's theme is Color Me Crazy. Pretty simple: all your prompts need to have at least a color in them.
Don't forget the rules:
* Three prompts per fandom, and no more than five total. If one of your prompts is filled, you may post another.
* No spoilers for new shows/seasons until at least one week after airing.
* If your fill do contains spoilers, please warn accordingly and leave enough space for people to pass by.
Please think of our codemonkeys and use the following format for your prompts:
* SGA, John/any male, Looking good in dress blues.
* Criminal Minds, Reid/Hotch, Convincing Hotch to wear a lime green tie.
* SGA/SG-1, John/Cam, Love under blood red skies.
If none of today's prompts inspire you, feel free to browse through the Lonely Prompts.
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Date: 2011-01-03 12:51 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-01-03 12:52 pm (UTC)Stranded: John/Cam, Love under blood red skies.
Date: 2011-01-23 04:31 am (UTC)Really, it's not a bad place. The locals are friendly and understanding; they've been provided a hut near the edge of the town, and they have work to do while they wait. The food is decent, and neither of them are malnourished, though they've been here for at least eight months.
John refuses to keep counting after the end of month six, but Cam keeps notching his sticks.
The thing that weirds him out, the thing that he can't get used to, is that the air is filled with a red sort of light. It's something to do with the sun, he knows, the star about to explode or implode or something else that probably isn't good, but it turns everything a shade that he just can't acclimate to. It still feels wrong to wake up here, to see Cam's face so rosy, to watch his own red hands tend the rows of grain in the field. He can't get used to it, no matter what, and it's what keeps him on his toes, keeps him from getting used to it.
Cam doesn't seem to mind, at least not any more, that they might very well spend the rest of their lives here. He's made friends with a bunch of the natives, and more nights than not, he stays at the campfire and tells stories about Earth and Atlantis and other things that these people will never see.
He always comes back to their hut, though. He always comes home at night to crawl in next to John, and if there's one thing about Om'ran that John can be grateful for, it's that living under these blood-red skies has given him the courage to finally say yes to Cam. By now, seven months into their relationship, John's not sure why he'd ever said no.
If this is the rest of his life, John thinks, he might actually be okay with it.
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Date: 2011-01-03 12:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-01-03 12:54 pm (UTC)Fill
Date: 2015-06-24 05:55 am (UTC)"Dude, I am not driving around in a yellow car."
Sam rolled his eyes. "What the hell does it matter? Since we're stuck with these pieces of crap anyway..." His voice trailed of and he swallowed. Hard.
Dean sighed. "Couldn't you at least have stolen something a little less embarrassing? Maybe something in black-"
"No!" Sam cut in, looking almost like Dean had suggested replacing the laptop with a clay tablet or something.
Dean stared at his little brother for a moment, open-mouthed, until it finally clicked. Oh. Sam missed her too. He had a sudden, rare impulse to hug Sam.
"Let's gank these gooey sons of bitches," Dean said instead.
Sam met his eyes and nodded. "The sooner the better." He flashed a quick dimpled smile. "'Cuz nobody puts Baby in a corner."
Laughing for the first time in what felt like a century, Dean got into the car. Sam was right; driving a half-way decent car would have been downright disrespectful. Ugly-ass abominations it was, until they could bring back the real thing.
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Date: 2011-01-03 12:54 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-01-03 12:54 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-01-03 09:14 pm (UTC)The dim light bleeding into the room from the parking lot seemed to be disappearing; maybe they were in for a storm.
With his mood restless as he reread the same sentence for perhaps the third time, still not understanding it, Sam gazed out of the window, a frown crossing his face as the expanse of blue sky in the distance suddenly grew dark. Impossibly dark. Clouds gathered and undulated unnaturally across the sky heading it seemed right towards Sam’s location.
The blue sky overhead almost seemed to writhe with tendrils of grey that reached out and spread into every corner of the sky.
Something wasn’t right. This wasn't natural.
A streak of lightning lit up the room through the window, followed by an almighty crack of thunder. Rain began to beat a deafening rhythm on the window, drowning the panes in a shroud of obscuring rivulets. It almost seemed to stain the earth like spilt blood, covering the ground in a slick, oily sheen.
Sam rose from his chair, the small room suddenly feeling oppressively warm. He walked to the door, unlocked the latch and opened the door wide.
He could feel a strange, slippery queasiness in his belly, and for a moment he thought that maybe he might be ill as the darkness seemed to almost leech into the room, expanding through the door to swallow him whole. A chill swept over his skin and an ominous sense of dread invaded his awareness.
He knew for certain that something was out there, hiding itself in the grey shadows, watching him, waiting.
He was just about to turn back into the room, ready to call Dean, when another strobe of lightening splintered the sky.
There.
Sam sucked in a harsh and panicked breath.
A shape was clearly visible, standing in the middle of the parking lot, staring straight at him, silhouetted against the charcoal heavens.
Lucifer.
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Date: 2011-01-03 12:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-01-03 01:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-01-03 01:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-01-03 01:06 pm (UTC)Fill
Date: 2015-02-08 03:46 pm (UTC)Nate blushes. Not because she's right and that was a lame compliment, but because in that instant, she's the prettiest girl he's ever seen, and he wants to kiss her smile away. He looks away, shoving the brief temptation away, where it belongs. "Just meant you're beautiful."
Her expression softens. "Aw."
And without another word, she sidles closer and cuddles up to him, arms around his neck and her head rubbing against his shoulder. The hair, the gold-like hair that started this, falls to a side, teasing the skin along his arm. Nothing they haven't done a thousand times before, Nate reminds himself. He refuses to hesitate hesitate before putting his hand between Serena's shoulder blades to pet her.
Serena giggles.
Then gives a not-so-delicate snort when Blair's voice comes from the doorstep at his back. "Are you stealing my man, S?"
Serena lifts her head a little, and Nate knows that she's rolling her eyes while Blair is sticking out her tongue in response.
"Isn't stealing if he's coming along," Serena sing-songs, curling herself around him until her thighs press against his hip and her breasts are practically smashed against his chest. Outside the view of both girls, Nate's hand jumps away from his friend's body and tightens into a fist. "Come on, Blair," Serena continues, though the laughter is obvious in her voice, "put the boy out for loan; I'll take good care of him."
Blair strides to them and sits on his other side. "Nope," she says, in that prim way of hers, but makes no effort to untangle Serena away from him.
"Selfish cow," Serena grumbles, and her embrace slackens a little so she can twist to face her best friend..
Blair grins. "Greedy bitch."
Stuck between the two friends, Nate does the only thing that will distract him from the thoughts running through his head at Serena's proximity. He smirks at both of them. "No need to fight, girls. There's enough of me to go around." And before they can joke about that statement, he makes the best imitation of Chuck's leer and adds, "Now kiss and make up, okay?"
Serena hoots in laughter, falling away from him to grab a cushion and toss it at his head.
Nate thinks of making a grab for her before Blair's sharp swat distracts him. "In your dreams, Archibald," his girlfriend tells him.
It takes a second to understand she isn't reproaching his intentions toward her best friend but his kind-of-lewd suggestion. Nate recovers quickly. "Spoilsport," he says, putting his arm around her instead.
And he forced himself to ignore the laughing blonde at his other side.
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Date: 2011-01-03 01:08 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-01-03 01:09 pm (UTC)FILLED: SPN, Dean/Cas, Dean refuses to wear pink
Date: 2011-01-03 11:32 pm (UTC)“Dean.”
“No. And don’t Dean me.”
Castiel glared at him then held out the shirt, the fabric bunched in his fist. “Put it on.”
Dean folded his arms and threw himself down in Bobby’s old chair. “I am not wearing that.”
“I don’t see why.”
Dean glanced at Sam, and his little brother sighed as he stepped up to bat. “Look, Cas, it’s not the shirt Dean has the problem with. It’s the colour.”
Castiel glanced at the material then back to the brothers. “The colour is what’s going to save him.”
“It’s pink,” Dean said. Seriously, Castiel had been around since the dawn of people and he didn’t know that guys shouldn’t, couldn’t – and in his own case, wouldn’t – wear pink.
“And this colour repels succubi. Until Sam and I can find and kill the one that has been set on you, this will keep you safe from it.”
Bobby rolled into the room then, some old book open and balanced on his knees. “Boy, put the damn shirt on or I’ve have that angel put it on for you.”
Dean glanced at Castiel, giving the angel a ‘you wouldn’t dare’ look. Castiel stared back at him, and Dean had known him long enough now to realise that Cas was just waiting on the word from Bobby. One way or another, he was putting on the shirt.
Glaring at all three of them, Dean tore his t-shirt off over his head, and snatched the shirt from Castiel. He tugged it on, not bothering that it was buttoned up wrong.
“There, happy?”
“Satisfied,” Castiel said. He reached for Sam and they vanished.
Dean flopped back down in the chair. “Wouldn’t surprise me if those two just made that whole damn thing up.”
“Well, look at it this way,” Bobby said as he paged through the book. “If they are, at least your angel’s finally getting a sense of humour.”
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Date: 2011-01-03 01:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-01-03 01:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-01-03 01:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-01-03 01:16 pm (UTC)Fill
Date: 2017-05-21 10:22 pm (UTC)Together they lay on a blanket under the stars, out on a heath somewhere that Luna had found in her wanderings. Harry wasn't quite sure it was of this world, considering the color of the sky itself. The sky was so very clear, it seemed almost crystaline. The patterns in the stars weren't familiar. Then again, perhaps Luna had brought him to a an island somewhere, because Harry thought he might hear surf rolling up on a beach. But it might've been his imagination. "Hear what, Luna?"
"The sky," Luna said, blinking long and slow. "Do you hear it whispering?"
Harry clasped her hand, entwining their fingers together. He brought her hand up to his mouth, kissing them softly. "No," he said quietly. "But I hear your heart beat."
Luna rewarded him with her sweetest smile and nestled closer, leaning her head against Harry's shoulder. She said, "That's nice, too," and Harry's heart sang.
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Date: 2011-01-03 01:18 pm (UTC)Filled! Lucifer/girl!Sam
Date: 2011-01-03 06:23 pm (UTC)But he's not. She shivers as he moves over her, inside her, his large, illustrious wings encasing her wiry frame, moving over the blades of her shoulders.
She doesn't see Dean anymore, doesn't see anything else except blinding white light, the outline of Lucifer's true form. A cold white light, vicious and sharp, poking her, making her hands bleed, palms turned upright like Jesus.
His breath a chilling tickle in her ear: "I've been waiting so long for this." His teeth along her jaw, his fingers inside of her fingers, wiggling them. Wings stretching outward. "And I know," the prick of his voice a steel vibration in her own vocal cords. "That you've been waiting for me."
She tastes snowflakes, her fingers turning blue. She tries to scream, but he binds her, wrapping a silk scarf over her mouth, drags an icicle over collar bone. "Ah, ah," he chides, his voice an echo, in her head where she is trapped. She sees Dean, rings heavy in his hands, his choked voice, sputtering Latin. Her body turns to the hole, sucking black, reading to jump. But Lucifer smirks, kisses her forehead. "Wouldn't want to ruin the surprise would we?"
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Date: 2011-01-03 01:19 pm (UTC)