Thursday: Fun with colors

[prisca1960.livejournal.com]

Hello, everyone. I’m prisca1960 and today's theme is colors. Prompts can be anything related to colors.

Just a few rules:
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
Use the character's full names and fandom's full name for ease adding to the Lonely Prompts spreadsheet.
No spoilers in prompts for a month after airing, or use the spoiler cut option found here.
If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space, or use the spoiler cut.
If there are possible triggers in your story, please warn for them in the subject line!

Prompts should be formatted as follows: [Use the character's full names and fandom's full name]
Fandom, Character +/ Character, Prompt

Some examples to get the ball rolling...
+ any, any, blue moon
+ Supernatural, Sam Winchester, red blood
+ Jeremiah(TV) - Mr. Smith - God says, her name is Rose

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[cozy-coffee.livejournal.com]

Any, any angel, white wings with golden tips

Dean/Castiel Fill: Dream Lover

[katleept.livejournal.com]

(I hope this is okay. I know the prompt said "any", but I know you also don't usually mind slash.)



Unlike most recurring dreams, Dean's started in the early morning hours after he and Sammy had saved the world again, or at least a few lives, when he was too tired to keep them at bay. Then, as he began to be able to let himself enjoy the forbidden thoughts, they started coming at night as well, or at least, those few nights where he actually slept in a bed and wasn’t out in the field or sleeping because he was knocked out.

He began to really enjoy the dreams, turning to them instead of porn or even the latest issue of Busty Asian Beauties. In his dreams, he was being given something he had never had in person, not truly. He was being loved, heart, soul, body, and perhaps even mind. It wouldn’t have surprised him if his dream lover found a way to caress his very mind, and he certainly had the power to do so.

It became a habit for him to squirrel away every second he could get to sleep and, thus, to dream. He no longer minded if Sammy drove Baby; after all, that gave him more time in La La Land, more time with his dreamer lover, more time with the Angel with the golden-tipped wings. It was months before Dean finally saw his lover’s face, and when he did, he wasn’t surprised but was full of questions. “Cas,” he asked breathlessly, “is this . . . real?” He’d felt his heart physically jump a beat as he let the question hang in the air between them.

Castiel’s fingers on his face were as soft as his feathers, but his answer wasn’t what Dean wanted. “I wish,” he’d said, his own eyes becoming sad, “but no, Dean, no. It’s not. You know our love is forbidden. Besides, I’m an Angel. This is the only place where I can love you.”

Dean had wanted to protest. He really had. He’d placed his hands against his Angel’s chest and started to shove him away, but Castiel had met his resistance with yet another searing, passionate kiss and another after that and still another until Dean had melted in his arms, his defiance gone. He let his dreams continue.

A part of him was almost ready to beg for them to continue, but now, in the bright light of day, he couldn’t help watching Castiel’s every move. He wondered what his true Angel form looked like. Did he really have white wings tipped with the brightest, purest gold? He didn’t dare ask, though; he’d seen what happened to people who saw an Angel’s true form.

But then he was taken, beat, almost killed. They held him for hostage to use against the renegade Angel, but they hadn’t counted on Sammy or on Bobby. Dean was vaguely aware, and genuinely surprised, that even Crowley helped on the mission to get him the Hell out of Heaven. But he was still dozy when they came and only vaguely aware of any of them. Castiel looked at him when he murmured something about gold but did not dare speak a word . . .

Not until much later that night when Dean woke, breaking sweat in a fevered dream. The first thing he was aware of was the lack of bonds on him. The second was that Cas was there beside him, looking down at him, looking at him like he so often looked at Sammy. He’d been worrying over him for hours, but the look he gave him spoke of a deeper love, a love like Dean had never felt except in his dreams. “C-Cas?”

“Sh,” his Angel whispered, stroking his face with a touch every bit as tender as that in his dreams. “You’re safe now, Dean. You’re safe here, with me. You’re safe.”

Dean opened his mouth to ask which of them exactly Castiel was trying to convince when Cas added in a hushed, emotional whisper, “And yes, they have gold tips.” Dean shut his mouth, but before he could speak or react in any other way, Castiel leaned down and touched his lips to his. For months, Dean had dreamed of this very moment happening, but now that it was, it was far better than any of his cherished dreams. Reality was finally better than his dreams as he pulled Castiel closer, felt but did not see his wings, and imagined his gold tips sweeping over his naked body until, at last, they did, fulfilling both their dreams.

The End

[cozy-coffee.livejournal.com]

Any, any vampire, red blood

Any, Any Vampire, Red Blood

[jdl71.livejournal.com]

Blood. The thing he loved, craved, needed to survive. Red. The color he dreamed in. He loved and hated both, red blood. But, what was he supposed to do? He was a vampire and he need them both, the color and the blood.

He felt his fangs descend at his thoughts. Felt the need running through his body. Feed! His mind screamed at him. And he really wanted to obey it. But, how could he? He didn't have any blood. His last bag of blood had been consumed two days ago. The only way to get any right now was to feed from a human. He'd vowed he would never do that again and he has a man (vampire) of his word. He'd promised himself and Dean he would never do that again. He made Dean promise if he ever went off the rails, Dean would find him and end him.

Benny sat, looking at the few people in the diner. Human food would not be enough to sate his hunger. Not today. He dug into his pocket and pulled out his cell phone. He pressed the number assigned to Dean in his contacts. The call was picked up on the first ring.

"Benny!"

"Dean. I'm hurting real bad. Out of blood. Don't think I'll make it through without hurting someone." Benny said in a whisper. He didn't want to be overheard and panic anyone. He heard Dean's voice through the red haze filling his mind.

"Where are you?" Dean asked, voice an even tone.

Benny looked around. "Diner off route 7." He said, starting to feel lightheaded.

"Stay where you are. Be there in an hour." Dean said and ended the call. Benny paid for his coffee and stumbled outside to wait. He had to get out of there, to much red in his vision. The smell of blood in the air. He made it to his truck and climbed inside to wait for help to arrive. He heard the familiar rumble of the Impala as it pulled up along side him. Through the red haze he heard Dean calling his name, telling him to get inside the Impala. On autopilot he did as instructed. Dean pulled out of the parking lot, driving them a few miles down the road to a secluded spot before pulling over.

This was it, Benny thought to himself. Dean was going to end him on the side of some road. It almost seemed fitting in a sick way. Then he smelled it, the coppery tang of blood. He cracked his eyes open to see Dean, extending his forearm to him. The cut on his arm, bleeding, red running down his arm.

"Dean . . ."

"Just drink you fool." Dean huffed out at him and forced his arm up to Benny's lips.

He latched on and heard Dean hiss at the sensation. He drank as much as he dared to, knowing this went against everything Dean stood for. Helping a vampire, even one he might call friend, in need. When he felt the red haze ebbing away, he detached himself from Dean's arm. Dean withdrew it and wrapped the cut in a rag before eyeing him.

"You good?" Dean asked and watched Benny nod his head. "Good, let's go get you some blood to go." Dean said as he started up the Impala.

[missloralei.livejournal.com]

Any, any, Being the color to someone's gray

[missloralei.livejournal.com]

Any, any, Caught red-handed

[missloralei.livejournal.com]

Any, any, Green eyed monster

[missloralei.livejournal.com]

Any, any, 'Something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue.'

[katleept.livejournal.com]

Is this meant to be gen, or can it be an any/any? Any particular favorite pairings for 'Ro?

[prisca1960.livejournal.com]

any, any, blue moon

[prisca1960.livejournal.com]

Jeremiah(TV) - Mr. Smith - God says, her name is Rose

[missloralei.livejournal.com]

Any, any, Red in tooth and claw

[reeby10.livejournal.com]

Star Trek (any), any/any, red alert

[reeby10.livejournal.com]

any, any m/m or f/f or OT3, seeing color soulmate AU

[reeby10.livejournal.com]

Hannibal, Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham, colors didn't seem so bright before you

[reeby10.livejournal.com]

any, any, Bombay Sapphire blue

[reeby10.livejournal.com]

Star Wars, Kylo Ren (/Armitage Hux), black nail polish

[katleept.livejournal.com]

X-Men (prefer comics!verse), Beast/Iceman, blue fur

[katleept.livejournal.com]

X-Men, Nightcrawler(+/any), what it means to be blue

[katleept.livejournal.com]

X-Men, Wolverine/Storm, ivory tresses

[katleept.livejournal.com]

Charmed, Paige(+/any), dying her hair red

[katleept.livejournal.com]

Angel, Angel/Cordelia, Cordy decides to find out if blondes really do have more fun or, at least, if Angel prefers blondes.

Gentlemen (Don't Always) Prefer Blondes 1/3

[geckogirl89.livejournal.com]

Cordelia adjusted the curly, platinum blonde wig on her head and then frowned at her reflection in the mirror. Her skin coloring was too dark for her to look like a natural blonde, but the wig was the key to her Halloween costume.

Last week, Fred had asked Cordy if she would be willing to dress up as the Marilyn Monroe to her Audrey Hepburn. Cordy had easily agreed, for a few reasons. Fred was still adjusting to life after Pylea, and Cordy would gladly do something so small that might help Fred come out of her shell. She hadn't had another idea for a Halloween costume, and the Marilyn outfit was fairly cheap and simple compared to other options.

But there was another reason, a more private one that she wouldn't admit to anyone. She had this theory about Angel (or more accurately about her and Angel).

Cordy's theory was that the only reason Angel had never noticed her in a romantic way was that she wasn't his type.

When you looked at his dating history, a clear pattern emerged. There was Buffy, Darla, that flirtation that never ended up going anywhere with Kate, and one of the Furies. The only reasonable conclusion was that Angel preferred blondes.

Why else wouldn't he have noticed her? She was his best friend, his secretary, and his vision girl. Cordy knew she was a hottie, and her confidence was not borne only out of vanity. Plenty of men had tripped over their own two feet simply because Cordelia Chase had walked into a room.

But never Angel. Her dark hair obviously blocked him from seeing her that way.

Well, okay, there was that one time, with the suntan commercial, when he had stared at her while she was wearing that bikini. But Cordelia couldn't tell if his reaction was merely surprise at seeing her so scantily clad. He had started fighting with the casting director pretty soon after that, so Cordy hadn't had time to evaluate Angel's reaction to her. There were a couple of pieces of disconfirming evidence. Angelus had picked out Drusilla to torture and turn into a vampire, and from what Angel had told her about his human life, Liam had hardly seemed like the kind of guy who would be selective enough to care about a woman's hair color.

But maybe with the soul, he had developed a thing for blondes? Or perhaps all of his guilt about Drusilla and what Angelus had done to her made him avoid brunettes? Cordy wasn't sure, and that's why a part of her wanted to test her suspicions about Angel's type.

This Halloween costume was the perfect opportunity, and the only way Cordelia could feel comfortable investigating her suspicions. She hadn't even thought of dying her hair blonde solely for that purpose. There was no way Cordelia Chase was going to be pathetic enough to change herself for a guy, even if that guy was Angel. It went against everything she believed in.

(The nagging voice in her head, which sounded like her younger, more catty self, pointed out that obsessing so much about Angel's weird predilection for blondes was pretty damn pathetic on its own. Cordy ignored it, and the twinge in her heart that accompanied the possibility that even with blonde hair, Angel might still not be attracted to her. She didn't know why the idea of that bothered her so much, and frankly, she would rather not find out.)

Deciding to focus on the positives, Cordy examined the rest of her costume. The makeup had been flawlessly applied, with the iconic red lipstick drawing attention to her lips. The costume jewelry she wore looked almost as good as real pearls. She twirled in front of the mirror and grinned as the white skirt of her halter dress flared out. Eat your heart out, Angel. If Angel didn't notice her in this outfit, he was not only blind, he was dumb as a rock.

With renewed confidence, Cordy left the empty room she had used to change into her costume and made her way to the balcony to look down at the lobby. The only one there was Lorne, who appropriately blinked in exaggerated surprise when he noticed her.

"Oh my, Cordelia, is that you? I don't think I've ever seen a better impersonator. I swear, you've brought Miss Monroe back to life."

Cordelia strolled gracefully down the staircase. "Thanks. I take it you haven't seen Fred's costume yet?"

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

Iron Man, Tony Stark, Hot rod red

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

Harry Potter, Hermione Granger+Any, Got the blues

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

Any Science Fiction, Any, Green grass of home

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

Lucifer, Chloe Decker+Any, Red Eye Blues

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Fairy Tales, any, a dragon of a different colour

Fill (sort of)

[profshallowness.livejournal.com]

I think it's fairer to say this was inspired by this prompt, rather than a fill.

Rating: General Audiences
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Category: Gen
Fandoms: Original Work, Fairy Tales & Related Fandoms
Words: 1505

Summary: In a world where there are dragons of many hues, it took this princess to approach them.

Notes: Featuring: A princess, her sisters, a king, a queen, a governess, servants, subjects, artists and a lover, and various dragons.

The Princess and the Dragons of Many Hues: shallowness (http://archiveofourown.org/works/13439217)

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Star Trek (any except TOS), any, "...And that's why Security and Engineering no longer wear red on Away Missions."

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Fairy Tales, any Princess, Roses are not the only red flower