Reviving this old thing! I got a burning need to find it and redo it lol.
Anyway, here it is:Pick 10 of your favorite characters and answer the questions.
1. Molly Hooper (BBC Sherlock)
2. Hannibal Lecter (NBC Hannibal)
3. Merlin (BBC Merlin)
4. Mycroft Holmes (BBC Sherlock)
5. Will Graham (NBC Hannibal)
6. Stiles Stilinski (Teen Wolf)
7. Sherlock Holmes (BBC Sherlock)
8. Dean Winchester (Supernatural)
9. Spencer Reid (Criminal Minds)
10. Tony DiNozzo (NCIS)
1. Have you read a five/ten fic before?
Will Graham/Tony DiNozzo? Uh, no, can't say that I have.
2. Do you think three is hot? How hot?
Oooh yes. But in an adorable, omg-I can't-believe-you're-attractive kind of way.
3. What would happen if six got one pregnant?
Stiles/Molly...? Oh dear...I, uh. Well, once people found out there'd be a lot of talk concerning their age difference. IDK how old Stiles is in canon atm..? Anyway, it'd be a feat lol.
4. Do you recall any good fics about nine?
Oh yes, I only read Reid/Hotch though. But there's been a few good ones I remember
5. Would seven and two make a good couple?
Sherlock/Hannibal??? Oh my GOD
. Sherlock would either end up dead and eaten, or Hannibal would end up in jail. Though I'm sure Sherlock would fascinate Hannibal. They could bond over their Mind Palaces???
6. Four/eight or four/nine?
Mycroft/Dean, or Mycroft/Reid.... I think maybe the latter? Though maybe that would remind Mycroft too much of his little brother...idk.
7. What would happen if seven discovered three and eight in a secret relationship?
If Sherlock discovered Merlin and Dean in a secret relationship...well, he'd be a bit confused what with all the magic and supernatural stuff that would clash.
8. Make a summary of at least twenty words for a two/six fic.
Hannibal/Stiles....hahahahahahhaa oh my god hahahaa okay haha here it goes...
"There are many things, Stiles knows, which consume human flesh. Even more things that leaves them mutilated and with no trace of the perpetrator. Psychotic Alpha Werewolves? Check. Nasty smelling Wendigos? Check. But with all that behind him in Beacon Hills...well, Baltimore, Maryland, was supposed to be a new start. New college, new apartment, new phychaitrist... But, surprise, surprise...! It isn't that different after all.
9. Is there a such thing as a four/ten romantic fluff story?
Mycroft/Tony...I don't think so. I think Mycroft would deem Tony a "goldfish", as it were. Though I bet Tony would love to get a rise out of the posh British gentleman...
10. Suggest a title for a one/five Hurt/Comfort fic.
Molly/Will. THIS WOULD ACTUALLY WORK BECAUSE CANON MRS GRAHAM'S NAME IS MOLLY AS WELL TROLOLO~ Um, maybe..."The Dead Speaks" or, like..."We Speak Death".
11. What kind of plot would you use if four wanted to seduce one?
Mycroft/Molly. YAY AN OTP~ Anyway, um...I'd go with something ridiculously high-handed and Holmes-y. Mysterious amounts of money in bank account appearing. Invitations to medical/pathology conferences/lectures/etc. A new brand of posh and expensive cat food. The trip to Spain for her holidays suddenly upgraded to first class and a five star hotel. THE LIST GOES ON.
12. Does anyone on your friends list read number seven/nine slash?
Sherlock/Reid...I don't know, but it would be an interesting pairing to see. I haven't come across it.
13. If you wrote a songfic about number ten, what song would you chose?
Tony...hmm...since I'd definitely be writing the Tony/Gibbs pairing, I'd find it funny to write a songfic based on "One Week" by Barenaked Ladies :,D
14. If you wrote a two/three/six fic, what would the warning be?
Hannibal/Merlin/Stiles.....CANNIBALISM, MURDER, MAGIC, FUCKED UP SUPERNATURAL THINGS, POSSIBLE UNDERAGE???, TWISTED PAIRINGS, THREESOME.
15. What pick-up line might eight use on five?
Dean on Will? ....hm. "I just had a burger, but I'd never say no to a cutie-pie like you~" PFFFTTT IDK I DON'T HAVE SWAG.
16. Challenge: Write a drabblefic for ten/eight.
Tony DiNozzo/Dean Winchester....well fuck me.
Tony was born Catholic, all right, but that didn't mean he put much stock in the Book, as it were. You don't get to pick and mix what to call "God's will": not going around killing people is all fine and well, but stoning a girl for sleeping around on you? A bit extreme and a lot fucked up. So when Anthony DiNozzo is confronted with the reality of Angels, Demons and an MIA God - well.
"Fuck me sideways," he says, because why not. He wouldn't mind if it's taken literally, but that's beside the point. "So, uh, what's Hell like?" Because he's had his share of dick in his mouth (and elsewhere), and there might have been a few thefts in his life, and oh - isn't there a whole thing about taking the Lord's name in vain? In either case, from what he remembers of the Book, it isn't looking up for him (hah, get it?).
The guy with the gorgeous green eyes and frankly obscene mouth (never mind he'd just blasted a thing into a cloud of ash with rocksalt, the guy is fine) looks decidedly unimpressed. "Hotter than the sun and about as fucking fun as Glee on repeat."
Well, he'll give him that. Shaking his head, Tony compartmentalizes about as well as can be expected in this situation (namely, he mostly ignores the smoking ash of a dead, pissed-off spirit and locks it away in the part of his brain he'd once stored the Epic Sexual Freak-Out of '04, and instead focuses on the banging and snarling coming from the other side of a rust metal door lines with salt). "So...that salt gun any good against those?" he wonders, nodding towards the door that is starting to bulge worryingly.
The guy whose name Tony has yet to obtain passes him a crowbar. "Salt and iron. Just bash their heads in with this, and you'll be good. Save the bullets, they won't do you any good."
"Right," Tony nods, deferring to the madman who seems to have an inkling of what he's doing. Orders, he can follow. "We'll just kick the door open and jump into the fray?"
The guy grins. "Exactly."
As the both readies themselves, Tony leans over to catch the guy's chin between his fingers, and crashing their mouths together. It's over in a moment, but the guy is left spluttering, with a hot blush spreading across his cheeks and down his neck, even touching his ears. Tony grins, and winks. "For good luck."
He might not get out of this alive, after all, and Hell doesn't seem like the place where he can chill with pizza, beer, and a black-and-white movie. Fuck it.
He kicks open the door, and swings the crowbar. He'll kill for that goddamned pizza.
And anyone else who wants to do this one