Monday: Red

[raktajinos.livejournal.com]

Hello, everyone. I’m raktajinos and today's theme is RED. Prompts can be about the colour red, or about the emotions that come to mind (such as lust, anger, wrath, etc), or they can be about characters named Red, etc. This week we'll be embracing all the colours of the wind!

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...
+ Riverdale, Cheryl Blossom/Veronica Lodge, she loved when Cheryl draped her hair around her, almost like staking a claim, with a silken ribbon
+ Sanctuary, John Druitt, his every day was a fight with the darkness, with the rage
+ MCU, Peggy Carter, no one ever suspected the red lipstick

We use AO3 to bookmark filled prompts. If you fill a prompt and post it to AO3 please add it to the Bite Sized Bits of Fic from 2018 collection. See further notes on this new option here.

Not feeling any of today’s prompts? Check out Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet 1 (not very current), Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet 2, or the Calendar Archives, or for more recent prompts, you can use LJ's advanced search options to find prompts to request and/or fill.

While the Lonely Prompts Spreadsheets and LJ's advanced search options are available, bookmarking the links of prompts you like might work better for searching for in the future.

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[raktajinos.livejournal.com]

Riverdale, Cheryl Blossom/Veronica Lodge, she loved when Cheryl draped her hair around her, almost like staking a claim, with a silken ribbon

[raktajinos.livejournal.com]

Sanctuary, John Druitt, his every day was a fight with the darkness, with the rage

[raktajinos.livejournal.com]

MCU, Peggy Carter, no one ever suspected the red lipstick

[shanachie-quill.livejournal.com]

Peggy Carter smiled, her lips bright against the paleness of her skin. “Would you mind terribly if I touched up my lipstick before you take me into custody?” she asked.

“Far be it for me to deny a lady her vanity,” the pseudo police officer replied.

He handed Peggy back her bag and she rummaged through it, her hand quickly closing on her lipstick tube and compact.

Tucking the clutch under her arm. She flipped the compact open and pointed the end of the tube of lipstick at the man. A quick depress of a button and a minute later she was stepping over his prone body.

God bless Howard’s little gadgets. No one ever suspected the red lipstick. By the time the man came to, Peggy would be long gone...with the intel and she hadn’t even chipped a nail.

[cozy-coffee.livejournal.com]

Any, any wolf, the red eyes of an alpha

Fill, Teen Wolf - Alpha

[jdl71.livejournal.com]

Derek looked at himself in the mirror. He'd thought he'd never see his alpha eyes again. But there they were, the glowing red orbs staring back at him. He had missed them. He couldn't help but smile at them. He'd had a hard time dealing with being brought down from an alpha to a beta, but it was what had happened to him.

But, things had changed again for him.

Things were always changing in Beacon Hills.

He'd had a pack, his family, only for them to either be wiped out - all except Peter. The black wolf (sheep) of the family.

He had to make his own pack. But, that had ended in disaster and death for some.

He'd been resigned to being packless, despite Scott's invitation to join his pack. He just wasn't a joiner.

It wasn't until he'd been put in a life or death battle with a warring pack of wolves that he'd found his way back to his alpha status. He'd offered Scott and his pack help, should they need it, and need it they had. They had been hurt, but holding their own. But the rival alpha had gone after a human to prove a point - you don't reveal yourself to a human. Ever. That human had been Stiles. There was no way he was going to let Stiles suffer a bite or be killed.

He was running, changing in mid leap before he knew it. The only thing on his mind was to protect. That he did, placing himself between the alpha and Stiles. Be lashed out, using teeth and claws to take down the alpha. With his powerful jaws around the alpha's neck, he ripped at the flesh, hearing bones break as he clamped down. He hadn't wanted to take the other's life, but it had been necessary; it was that or let Stiles die.

As he rose from the battle, he heard Stiles gasp. At first he'd thought it was because of the dead alpha at his feet. It wasn't until Stiles was yelling that his eyes were red that he'd realized the change. He was an alpha again, he would protect those of Beacon Hill, even the packless. He'd come full circle.

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Marvel Cinematic Universe, Any, Candy Apple Red sports car

Fill: MCU - Phil Coulson - Love At First Ride

[lil-1337.livejournal.com]

Phil was not the kind of person to make snap decisions. At least not when things were going to shit and he needed to formulate a course of action on the fly. When it came to life he was cautious. Meticulously carefully in everything he did. He spend years researching the housing market in New York before he even began the process of looking at condos.

Like every rule, though, there was one exception. For Phil, it was Lola. He hadn't needed a new car, his old one was just fine, he'd only agreed to go with Maria to the dealership to keep her from killing someone if they decided to talk down to her.

He had found her in the back corner of the lot, dinged up and in desperate need of a paint job, but structurally sound. When the day was over Maria was still looking and Phil had a second car he didn't need. It took a year to fully restore her back to her former head turning beauty. When she was finished and her candy apple red paint shone with an inner fire Phil proudly drove her from the shop to the SHIELD headquarters to complete the last stage of her transformation,

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, any m/m, popping his cherry

[daria234.livejournal.com]

When they were done, Ronon slowly pulled out of John and helped them both to lie on the bed.

They caught their breath (Ronon first), and then John looked over at him.

"So... how was it?" John asked. He tried to sound casual.

Ronon gave him a big sleepy smile. "Pretty great, actually." He leaned in for a kiss, deep and sloppy.

John clung to him, just a little, and Ronon let him. John had been trying to pass it off as experimentation, just giving Ronon a chance to try being with a man for the first time, just helping Ronon see if it's something he would like. But now that it was done, now that John felt relief, he could admit to himself: this wasn't just about giving Ronon a good first time - he was hoping there would be more.

"We should do this again," John said, trying to sound casual yet again.

Ronon paused, then frowned, and John's heart sank. But then Ronon said, "Okay, but I'm going to need at least 4 minutes."

John laughed and lightly hit him with a pillow. "I meant in general. Let's do this once in a while. Or, you know, regularly. If you're up for it."

Ronon kissed his forehead. "Wouldn't have it any other way."

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Hawaii Five-0, Steve McGarrett, seeing red whenever someone disparages Danny or the kids

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Trixie Belden Mysteries/The Three Investigators, Trixie Belden +/ Jupiter Jones, Ruby Woo red lipstick

Fill -- Crimson

[vanillafluffy.livejournal.com]

By now, Trixie thinks ruefully, she should know better than to mention her plans to Aunt Mathilda. She’d made the mistake of telling her boss that she and Jupiter were going out to dinner this evening, just making conversation, and the older woman had hustled her out to her hairdresser.

Now Trixie is perched in Bekah’s chair, Aunt Mathilda has disappeared somewhere--and hopefully told somebody at the yard where they’ve gone.

“Loosen up, child,” Bekah urges her. The tall stylist smiles, teeth bright in her dark face. “I know, saying ’Try to relax’ is an oxymoron, but you’re way too tense. This is pampering--it’s a good thing!”

She’s been draped with a plastic cape over the dress she plans to wear tonight. The first time she was here, Bekah told her firmly that under no circumstances was she to cut her hair, that it needed to grow out more so Bekah could start shaping it. Apparently, it’s grown out to her satisfaction, because today she’s measuring and snipping.

“I’m sorry, it’s not you,” Trixie sighs. It’s a big change from all the home-grown haircuts her mother used to give her in the kitchen at Crabapple Farm…Bekah has a much lighter touch. Trixie catches a look at her own reflection as Bekah reaches for something on the counter. “Wow!” she breathes.

“Uh-uh--no peeking!” Bekah admonishes. “Don’t sound so surprised--I’ve been doing this since you were playing with dolls, little missy!”

“I never really played with dolls,” admits Trixie. “I was too much of a tomboy.”

“Sounds like we should have traded places,” the stylist drawls. “I was always swiping my mama’s products to give my sisters make-overs. Made her so mad--not because she thought it was inappropriate--I was wasting her stuff and not using it right!”

There’s nothing tentative about the way Bekah applies Trixie’s make-up. “You need to start using moisturizer, young lady, or you’re going to look like a stick of beef jerky by the time you’re thirty-five. You need to give your skin all the TLC you can.” Trixie closes her eyes and keeps them closed.

The bell jingles as Aunt Mathilda comes through the door. “Oh, Bekah--you are such an artist!” she exclaims.

“I had a pretty canvas to work with.” She’s unfastening the cape as she speaks, then spins Trixie to face the mirror. “Voila!”

Trixie stares wide-eyed at herself. Her sandy hair has lightened from working outdoors to the color of ripe wheat. Bekah has pruned it and coaxed it to swirl around her face in becoming ringlets. It’s the make-up that brings her reverie to a screeching halt. Specifically, the bright red lipstick. “I look like a vampire after happy hour,” she gasps in consternation. The only other time in her life she’s worn lipstick this color was undercover as a ‘bad’ girl on Cobbett’s Island, a million years ago….

“Don’t mind her,” Aunt Mathilda murmurs. “She only ever wears pink lipstick--very dull pink. I think she’s only got the one tube.”

“Two,” Trixie corrects her, still gazing at her image. “I bought a replacement when I thought I’d lost one.”

“Throw them both out,” Bekah tells her firmly. “Here, put this in your purse.”

Purse? Trixie accepts the tube of lipstick dumbly, staring at it. ‘Ruby Woo’ it says discretely on its tiny label. Usually she wears jeans--with pockets.

“Put it in here.” Aunt Mathilda hands her a store bag from Wardrobe of Wonder. It contains a clutch with a wrist strap, the perfect size for Trixie’s phone, keys and lipstick.

“But--my wallet!”

“Tuck your driver’s license into that little zippered compartment and don’t work about the rest of it,” Aunt Mathilda tells her briskly. “Get a move on, Jupiter’s going to be here any minute!”

Her new bag goes perfectly with the blue in her blue and white dress. Red, white and blue…when she looks at the total picture, the cosmetic effect is less jarring.

When Jupe arrives freshly showered and shaved, looking very handsome in his ‘good’ clothes, he takes one looks at her and whistles. Any blush Bekah may have used is superfluous at this point. A glance at her reflection in the window shows that there’s still a bright pop of color countering Trixie’s flush of embarrassment.

Thank goodness for Ruby Woo lipstick!

…

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Any, Any, strawberries

Fill: SGA, Evan + OCs, mild crack

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

“What are they?” Min asked in carefully accented English.

“Strawberries,” Evan said. He’d cut them so they were pretty like flowers, arranged them on top of the pancakes with an artful dollop of whipped cream.

Min tilted his head, considering. “What are they for?”

“Eating,” Rodney said, and scooped one off of Evan’s plate without so much as a by-your-leave.

“Hey,” Evan protested. “Get your own pancakes!”

Min’s eyes went wide and filled with tears, and too late Evan realized the implication of his strawberry-flowers.

“No, no, we don’t routinely eat flowers,” Evan said, which wasn’t entirely true, because candied flower petals were a delicacy in multiple cultures. “Strawberries aren’t flowers, they’re fruit. Just - flowers are pretty, so sometimes we cut food in flower shapes to make the food prettier.”

Rodney said, “Well, some people eat roses and lavender sometimes, and of course there’s sunflower seeds and all kinds of flower teas -”

“Not helping,” Evan hissed, swatting him on the arm.

Rodney looked offended. “What was that for?”

But Min’s eyes were filled with tears and his chin was trembling.

Rodney looked at him, puzzled, and then rolled his eyes. “Seriously? Look - we won’t eat you or any of your humanoid flower friends, all right? We don’t do that. Humans are evolved from monkeys, and people eat monkey brains - well, not all the time, but enough that monkey brains are considered food. And monkeys are evolved from fish and birds and reptiles and we totally eat those all the time.”

Min looked to Evan for confirmation and comfort, and Evan resisted the urge to heave a sigh of longsuffering.

“Really,” he said. “No one’s going to eat you or your friends. You don’t have to eat the strawberry if you don’t want to. But it is tasty.”

Min nodded and sniffled, straightened up, squared his shoulders. Then he scooped up his fork and forked up the strawberry very carefully, took a bite, chewed carefully.

His eyes went wide, and he spat the strawberry back out, and he looked horrified all over again. He was so upset that he devolved back into his native tongue, so Evan got on the radio for Dr. Bruno, because she was the linguist best able to communicate with Min and his kind.

By the time she arrived in the mess hall, all of the botanists were gathered around a sobbing Min, patting him and comforting him and glaring at Rodney and Evan. Rodney was unapologetically eating Min’s abandoned pancakes, and Evan was trying to explain that everything was fine.

Some of Min’s other flower friends - Sun, Soek, Kee - arrived and tried to comfort him.

Dr. Bruno waded into the mess, knelt in front of Min and made eye-contact with him. She spoke to him carefully in Ancient. He explained, between hiccups and sobs, what had happened.

Dr. Bruno made a face.

“So, apparently strawberries taste like blood to him.”

Rodney raised his eyebrows. “Their blood tastes like strawberries?” He looked intrigued.

“Apparently,” Dr. Bruno said.

Evan sighed. “Okay, we’ll scratch that off the list. What about plain whipped cream and pancakes?”

“He wants a pancake that won’t taste of strawberry at all.”

Evan levered the top pancake off his own stack and pushed the rest of it toward Min. “Here.”

Min prodded one of the pancakes suspiciously, nibbled on the edge of it. He looked distressed and pushed the plate away.

“So maybe all plant-based food will seem cannibalistic to him,” Dr. Bruno said.

Evan offered Min a piece of bacon.

Min gobbled it down with gusto.

“And we have a winner,” Evan said. “How about sausage?”

Hours later, Evan was strapping on his gear to lead his team through the gate on a mission to secure a trade agreement for the Pegasus equivalent of pigs - and therefore fresh bacon.

The things he did for those pseudo-Delvians. They really were the gift that kept on giving.

[squidgiepdx]

Stargate Atlantis, Evan Lorne/David Parrish, David mixes up a red dye for Evan's painting needs

[squidgiepdx]

Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay, Maple leaves in the fall

[squidgiepdx]

Breakfast with Scot, Sam Miller/Eric McNally, Blood on the ice

[squidgiepdx]

Any, Any/Any, Sending them off to work with a red-hearted note in their lunch

Fill: MCU = Peter Parker/Wade Wilson - Heart's Afire

[lil-1337.livejournal.com]

The bright red origami heart caught Peter's eye as he stumbled into the kitchen. He ignored it at first, choosing caffeine over curiosity. Once he had a steaming mug of coffee in his hand he wandered over to the counter where it lay next to his keys and wallet. On the front in scrawled letters was written I have a heart on for you followed by a winky faced emoji. Cautiously, because Peter knew Wade all too well, he flipped the paper over to reveal a twenty dollar bill and a coupon, surprisingly not expired, for his favorite pizza place. Grinning, Peter slipped the whole thing into his wallet then picked up his phone. Maybe, if Wade's schedule wasn't too weird today they might be able to meet up and have lunch together.

[squidgiepdx]

Any, Any/Any, The number 5


I've always considered 5 to be red. 9 is orange, 8 is black, 7 is a deep purple, 6 is silver, 4 is pale yellow, 3 is a deep blue, 2 is green, and 1 is white.

[sharpiesgal.livejournal.com]

MCU, Tony Stark, Why he chose hot rod red and gold for the Iron Man suit.

[jdl71.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Sam Winchester - Demon's blood calls to him.

[templefugate.livejournal.com]

DC, Pamela Isley/Harleen Quinzel, "Hey, Red!"

[templefugate.livejournal.com]

DC, Hal Jordan, AU where Hal became a red lantern instead of Parallax

[templefugate.livejournal.com]

Any, any, red and green color blind

Fill: Stargate Atlantis, Evan Lorne/Radek Zelenka

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

“Hand me my favorite screwdriver,” Radek said.

Evan opened one of the drawers in Radek’s toolbox, found a whole bunch of screwdrivers. He found a flat-head with an blaack handle, held it out to Radek.

Radek accepted it, then turned to look at it. “No, that is not the one. It has a green handle.”

Evan found a green-handled flat-head, held it out.

Radek looked at it. “No, that is not the one either.”

Evan tried another one green-handled screwdriver that was a different size.

Radek barely glanced at it. “No.”

Evan poked around in the corner of the drawer and found a stubby little green-handled screwdriver. “What about this one?”

“No,” Radek said.

“You didn’t even look,” Evan protested.

“The stubby is not my favorite,” Radek said.

Evan sighed. “Look, I’ve handed you every single green screwdriver -”

Radek slammed down his wrench, stormed over to the toolbox, snatched up a screwdriver, and waved it under Evan’s nose.

“This is my favorite screwdriver!”

Evan stared at it for a moment. Then he said, “That has an orange handle.”

All the wind went out of Radek’s sails. “What?”

“That screwdriver has an orange handle.”

Radek held up, blinked at it, confused.

And then Evan realized. “You’re red-green colorblind.”

“Yes,” Radek said, “but -”

“I promise that screwdriver has an orange handle,” Evan said.

“But - my favorite screwdriver -”

“It’s still your favorite,” Evan assured him, pressed a kiss to his cheek. “I’ll remember it’s orange for next time.”

Radek, expression sheepish, pressed a kiss to the corner of Evan’s mouth, then turned back to the device he was repairing and set to work.

“You’re never going to let me forget this, are you?” he asked.

“Never,” Evan agreed.

[tigriswolf]

author's choice, author's choice, Jealousy can open the blood (Sylvia Plath)

[tigriswolf]

author's choice, author's choice, Mother, you are blood red (Anne Sexton)

[tigriswolf]

author's choice, author's choice, from sire to sire, it’s born in the blood (Dan Fogleberg)

[tigriswolf]

author's choice, author's choice, Blood reddened the singing leaves (Yusef Komunyakaa)

Mini-fill, MCU, Steve Rogers+Bucky Barnes

[untldeathtakeme.livejournal.com]

Washington's leaves rustled overhead, singing the song of the autumn to come, but he found he didn't care. The leaves on the ground weren't quite yet crunchy underfoot, but he heard crunches anyway, the crunch of rocky ground of campaigns not so long ago. The lurches of cars transformed to the heaving grind of machinery and tanks, the sounds of battles that were still far too painfully near in time and memory.

70 years after his last memory, Washington's leaves were yet merely deep amber, but Steve Rogers saw them the color of blood, translucent with the light that the lost, that Bucky, would never see again.

[tigriswolf]

author's choice, author's choice, summer’s blood was in it leaving stains upon the tongue (Seamus Heaney)

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

Lucifer, Lucifer Morningstar+Any, "You'd expect the Devil to wear crimson."