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guiltyreasons and I’ll be your guest host this week. Our first prompt is Questions Only.
All your prompts must be in the form of a question. Could be in the 6 W’s format(What, When, Where, Why, Who, How) or an single word with a question mark behind it like Really? or Banana?. Doesn’t matter how you use it, but there has to be a question mark in there.
No more than 5 prompts in a row, and no more than 3 prompts per fandom. If one of your prompts is answered, you can prompt again.
No spoilers in your prompts for at least one week after publication/air date. If there are spoilers in your story, you must warn in bold and leave at least 3 spaces.
Please, please format your posts correctly. A few examples:
Torchwood, Jack/Ianto, “You’re putting that where?”
X-men, Wolverine, “Shortie?”
Supernatural/Heroes, Dean/Matt, “What am I thinking now?”
Not in a questioning mood. Feel free to go check out the lonely prompts.
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guiltyreasons and I’ll be your guest host this week. Our first prompt is Questions Only.All your prompts must be in the form of a question. Could be in the 6 W’s format(What, When, Where, Why, Who, How) or an single word with a question mark behind it like Really? or Banana?. Doesn’t matter how you use it, but there has to be a question mark in there.
No more than 5 prompts in a row, and no more than 3 prompts per fandom. If one of your prompts is answered, you can prompt again.
No spoilers in your prompts for at least one week after publication/air date. If there are spoilers in your story, you must warn in bold and leave at least 3 spaces.
Please, please format your posts correctly. A few examples:
Torchwood, Jack/Ianto, “You’re putting that where?”
X-men, Wolverine, “Shortie?”
Supernatural/Heroes, Dean/Matt, “What am I thinking now?”
Not in a questioning mood. Feel free to go check out the lonely prompts.
[Theme Tag=“QuestionsOnly“]
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Date: 2009-10-12 05:01 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-10-12 05:01 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-10-12 05:01 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-10-12 07:10 am (UTC)"I'm a cop. Drop your weapon and let's talk about this."
"Not buying it!" Dean said, "What kind of creature are you?"
"Creature?"
"I know you're a mindreader. And you can brainwash people. But I've got everything from a silver blade to a salt grenade, and I'm pretty sure something's gonna work on you."
"Okay, okay, calm down. I don't know what you think you know..." Matt said, trying to delve a little into his thoughts.
"Whoa. You hunt monsters," Matt said after a tense moment.
"Hey! Get out of my head."
"Gladly. It's like the Internet in there - 300 porn sites before you get to any real info."
"Hey, I don't need to be judged by something like you."
"Hey, I'm human, man, I just have ... special talents."
"You're not a reader, okay? You have the power to make people do whatever you want. That is some dark mojo."
"Yeah, I know, I'm working on it okay? It's just my life has been so crazy these past couple of years, and then my wife, well she's really my ex-wife?"
"Dude! I don't want to hear your emo crap!"
"Maybe I should make you into a good listener just to piss you off," Matt grumbled softly.
"What?"
"Nothing."
"Oh yeah? Well, tell me something, mind reader who says he's human. What am I thinking now?"
"You're thinking that you want to believe me but you're not about be careless. Which is understandable, given what you've been through. I mean perdition, and then coming back, and then all that emotional hardship and you still have all those father issues, and the girl-chasing is obviously a cover for maternal abandonment issues and your brother sounds like a -"
"Okay now what am I thinking?" Dean interrupted.
"... Dean, I don't think your shotgun would fit there."
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Date: 2009-10-12 05:13 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-10-12 05:16 am (UTC)"What if this were not a hypothetical question?"
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Date: 2009-10-12 05:18 am (UTC)Leverage, Eliot/Parker, "What's wrong with you?"
Date: 2009-10-12 03:14 pm (UTC)Parker froze every time he asked. She wanted to be one of those people who always had a snappy retort, or who could steer the conversation without anyone noticing that she’d never answered.
All Parker could do was twitch like that bunny and wait until they moved on to something else. It’s not that she didn’t know there was something wrong, she didn’t know the answer any more than Eliot did.
Nate and Hardison bustled off, Sophie directing them and Eliot moved closer, running a hand over her hair, kissing the top of her head, “Hey, you’re okay.”
She nodded.
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Date: 2009-10-12 05:18 am (UTC)Chocolaty Goodness
Date: 2009-10-12 03:31 pm (UTC)John loves Rodney but sometimes his habit of not sharing really gets on his nerves,particularly when he's asking Rodney to share a pudding cup with him for the hundredth time.
Of course he's never been able to properly express his annoyance because just as he's about to blow his top Rodney will always share the pudding. Though that sharing usually involves liberal licking of chocolaty goodness off various body parts.
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Date: 2009-10-12 05:19 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-10-12 05:21 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-10-12 05:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-10-12 05:23 am (UTC)potential for a seriously good time, SPN, Dean/Castiel, "Seriously?"
Date: 2009-10-13 02:23 pm (UTC)Five-foot-six, blonde, well-rounded in all the right places and showing most of those places off pretty well in a red sundress...okay, Dean could see what all the fuss was about. He could also see the lady was definitely not alright. She walked stiffly, arms limp at her sides, head facing straight, looking neither right nor left, staring straight at Dean.
Great.
"Just great," Dean sighed, kicking the stool beside him out for the lady.
Her head tilted familiarly, "You approve?"
"Cas. Seriously?"
Dean rubbed his fists into his eyes, tired of this conversation already, "Why are you wearing a girl-suit?"
"You mentioned how you could use 'a good time' after the battle."
How could such a simple statement get him into such a huge amount of shit?
"I meant the kind of good time where the girl I take home is actually a girl, Cas. The real kind of girl and not the kind you're wearing," Dean hissed, jerking the angel's borrowed arm.
Castiel's new (prettier, much prettier) face frowned at Dean. He had the urge to apologize but suppressed it; Castiel wouldn't understand even if he did.
"You had 'a good time' with Anna."
"Anna was---"
"Female? I am female now."
Castiel felt the vessel's breasts and Dean had to grab the angel's hands to keep them from getting kicked out for public indecency. He pulled Castiel's stool closer to his own, put an arm around the angel's shoulders to discourage any impressed locals from interrupting them.
"Anna was a real girl, Cas. She was---"
"An angel," Castiel insisted.
Cas moved closer into Dean's embrace; Dean allowed it, to keep the locals at bay of course.
"You're telling me angels are sexless?"
Cas laughed suddenly. Dean jerked back in shock. He didn't think he'd ever heard the angel laugh before.
"What did you think, Dean? How do you picture me?"
A flash of wings, a fiercely burning grip on his shoulder, and an impossibly powerful super-being. Yeah. That was how Dean saw Castiel.
Dean rubbed the angel's new, softer arm. He couldn't connect this body with the angel he'd come to know.
"Cas. Don't you mind?"
"Being female? No. This vessel is adequate for my needs. If it pleases you as well, then it is more than adequate."
Dean hugged Castiel closer to him, kissed the angel's mouth and inhaled the angel's breath when Cas gasped. He kissed the upper lip, the lower, smiled when he felt them open and took the invitation to go further.
He pulled back to find Castiel's eyes closed, mouth still open and red and only then did he notice the catcalls were back from the bar's patrons. Dean laughed, waved good-naturedly and ordered another shot.
Castiel breathed out, "More than adequate."
Dean decided this was definitely going to be a good time.
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Date: 2009-10-12 05:23 am (UTC)Buffy Post Season 7/ Angel Post Season 5, Season 8 didn't happen. Buffy and co are living in England
Date: 2009-10-25 06:47 am (UTC)"Buffy, love... did you hear me?" he asked her, removing his hands from the pockets and moving closer to her. "I asked if you missed me."
Buffy didn't reply. She just stood her ground and stared at him. "Love? Did you miss me, even a little?"
Seemingly, her heart shouted "YES YES GOD YES!" but her mouth wouldn't scream the words. She held the door with both hands, resting her head against it to try and take in the situation. "I understand, its been five years and all but I just wanted to let you know I was alright. Had fun tracking you down, all right. England is a big place you know."
"Yes." She didn't know if she was answering his question from beforehand or agreeing with him. Buffy pushed her hair out of her face and looked up at him. "Dawn's in the lounge room," she muttered, hoping he could take it as an invitation. Slowly, he streched out a foot and waited for the invisable barrier to come down allowing him inside.
His foot stepped over the treshold.
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Date: 2009-10-12 05:24 am (UTC)Why?, Merlin, Merlin/Arthur, why?
Date: 2009-10-12 09:19 am (UTC)He looked up into the warmth and wanted to touch it, to feel the way it slid into his soul and he wondered how it was that he’d never touched in reverence even thought it was this warmth that filled his being. The sun could be shrouded in grey and he would never want for the heat of it, with this warmth so close to him.
He looked up into the warmth and wondered, how had he not known? How had he looked upon this as anything less that majestic? Anything less than magic?
He knew. He could lie to himself if he chose, but in his heart he knew. There were rules of the court, rules that said a Prince could never lay hands on a servant. Rules that said even if he wanted to, he had to think of marriage and an heir because this thing between them could very well be the beast that destroyed Camelot if he didn’t take care of it himself.
When he looked at the other man, looked at the warmth of his eyes and the welcome of his smile, there was nothing else he could think to say but, “Why?”
Why do you still care for me when I’ve treated you like this? Why do you still care when you know that I can never be what you want me to be? But he remembered words spoken not too long before, “when you are king, things can be different.” He knows enough now to wonder who those words had been meant to sooth now. The prince who thought he loved where he shouldn’t? Or the servant who already loved too well. It was all too clear now, to the Prince. The Prince who had grown to understand where his heart lay and just how easily it would be for his servant to squash it under his feet.
Merlin smiled as if that were all the answer there was. Arthur smiled in return, because maybe it was. Maybe this was all they needed, the two of them knowing, loving where no one else could judge.
“Come along Your Highness.” He said as he offered Arthur a hand up from the ground where they’d been resting. “We wouldn’t want to keep the King waiting.”
He would never be free of the demands of his kingdom, never free of the need to be more than he was. But he would not be the man his father had become. He would never be so cold or cruel or narrow minded. He would never be surrounded by people who feared to speak the truth to him, never surrounded by sycophants and fools. Because he had Merlin, who spoke his mind even when he shouldn’t, who reminded Arthur of the prat he sometimes was and the man he hoped to someday become.
When he thought of the future, thought of the sort of King he wanted to be, he never questioned if he could. And why was that? He looked at the other man’s smile again.
Merlin’s smile really was the answer. It was the center of his world. It was more than enough to build a kingdom on.
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Date: 2009-10-12 05:25 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-10-12 05:25 am (UTC)Slightly AU, Set Post Season 3, LoVe
Date: 2009-10-14 10:01 am (UTC)It was the middle of fall and both wore heavy coats to keep them warm from the upcoming winter months. Around them autumn foliage littered the browning green grass. Veronica sighed heavily as she looked around the graveyard. These places always gave her the creeps, no matter what anyone said about the dead being dead.
But she was here for Logan. To support him, be with him and help him. He had gotten in touch with her a few months after she broke up with Piz due to their separation from each other - Veronica laughed, that was classic! So cliche. Break up with a guy because he's so far away. Her heart told her why she broke up with Piz everyday; she was still in love with Logan - and asked her to join him at the cemetery.
She had come willingly and was amazed to see Logan standing in front of the grave of his late departed father - Aaron Echolls. The murdering scum was dead to the world and was still obviously causing Logan discomfort with himself. She had parked her car and walked up beside him, standing in silence for a minute before taking his hand.
Now, she stood with him as he faced his demons.
"Yeah," he finally said, showing a small smile, "I'm ready. I think I finally am."
Veronica smiled and stood back. Logan needed to face his father. Face his demons and face his past.
FIN
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Date: 2009-10-12 05:26 am (UTC)Revenge is Best Served in Uniform
Date: 2009-10-12 03:46 pm (UTC)"Isn't a cheerleader's uniform the tradition means of celebrating ones chosen sport?" Vala said with a innocent grin that was just a little to wide to be believable.
A grin Daniel returned with a smirk. Jack had been a bit of a jerk to Vala and he couldn't fault her for her means of revenge. With a story like that Jack couldn't actually complain about the fact that Vala was interrupting his hockey game with her cheerleading.
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Date: 2009-10-12 05:26 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-10-12 05:27 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-10-12 05:27 am (UTC)"If I took this cigarette and put it on you, would you love me?"
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Date: 2009-10-17 12:20 am (UTC)http://lustmordred.livejournal.com/14752.html#cutid1
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Date: 2009-10-12 05:27 am (UTC)the only choice - gennish, PG, spoilers for season 5
Date: 2009-10-12 07:46 pm (UTC)Dean honestly believed that he should stay with Alistair in Perdition, that he had earned nothing more than an eternity of torment and suffering and damnation.
Castiel did his duty in carrying Dean back to Earth, in pouring his ravaged soul into his equally ravaged flesh, in healing him with Heavenly grace. Castiel did his duty in guiding Dean, in aiding him, in protecting him from Alistair.
Castiel did not do his duty when he showed Dean a way around Chuck’s prophecy, or in sending Dean to Lilith’s corpse and Sam. Castiel did not do his duty when he fought Raphael, too late in giving Dean a chance to stop Sam from breaking the final Seal.
Dean asks, when Castiel sides with him against Heaven and Hell and hunters, why he would.
Castiel shares a glance with Sam and simply smiles. Dean will never understand why anyone would choose him, not really, but at least Castiel is not alone in the choice.
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Date: 2009-10-12 05:28 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-10-12 05:29 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2009-10-12 05:30 am (UTC)Dean/Castiel, Haven't we been here before?
Date: 2009-10-12 05:32 am (UTC)Re: Dean/Castiel, Haven't we been here before?
Date: 2009-10-12 07:36 pm (UTC)He couldn't say why he needed to walk over to the pier, why he needed to sit down and swing his legs over the side. He's not been fishing in years; admittedly, does actually miss it, and probably should get around to doing it again at some point, but Sam's a little fonder of going after food rather than waiting for it to come to him. Been a while since they took down something really impressive but truth be told, Dean generally prefers rabbits and birds to big game; and not just 'cause they're easier to cook and way, way easier to clean.
The sun's warm on his face and he feels peaceful to an almost unsettling degree; like he's been waiting for this; but there's still a sense of something missing that he can't entirely place.
Sam shouts him over after a half hour or so passes, bitching when Dean takes his time, and Dean can't entirely blame him; it's getting kind of late and putting up a tent in the dark is a bitch. He just can't entirely shake that sense of something being out of place, as strangely at home as he had felt on that pier.
He stops again on the way back, books them into a motel before heading out to the pier, leaving the room for Sam and the girl he took a liking to in the local bar, settles down on the end. It's night-time now, but cloudy and not as cold as it could be, and he frowns in discomfort on sitting down before pulling out from under his backside the source of his discomfort.
As far as necklaces go, it's not exactly glamourous, but it's weirdly familiar and he feels an urge to keep hold of it, even knowing it isn't his; doesn't even realise he's holding it funny until he hears a guy saying, "Can I take a look at that?"
He almost says no, but turns to hand it over, and finds himself staring despite himself. Dean's never - he's never, ever stopped still looking at a guy. Not ever. But he's gawping like a thirteen year old who's just seen boobs for the first time, and he goes bright red with the realisation. "Uh, hi, yeah." Nice and smooth.
The other guy looks at him, cocks his head, before looking out at the water and back at him. "Well, this is - unusual."
Dean nods, because there's no way in hell he's saying 'Hi, I think I know you' to someone he knows, knows he's never met before. "Yeah. You -" oh, fuck, no, he's not going to say 'Do you come here often'. "You, uh. You from around here?"
The other guy sits down next to him, stares at him, and okay, Dean's pretty sure he's never been checked out this blatantly before by someone who isn't absolutely wasted.
And he's pretty sure he's never been so convinced the person checking him out this blatantly wasn't wasted. "Look, I -"
The other guy smiles. "I'm Castiel," he says, looking at the necklace he's taken off Dean's hands before handing it back. "You should have this."
"I don't know you," Dean says, and Castiel shrugs.
"I don't either," Castiel says. "But - but I feel I should change that."
Dean goes to put the necklace in his pocket before changing his mind, opting to actually wear it; can't get over the staring, or the weirdly precise way the guy talks. "You foreign or something?"
"No. Just strange." Castiel smiles a little, as if he's not quite used to smiling, and Dean laughs despite himself.
"Yeah, well. I'm kinda bored of normal." Dean smiles back, before propping himself back on his arms. Castiel raises an eyebrow before copying him.
Dean knows now what was missing.
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