I'm King of Thursdays! Or at least so says my 'title'

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Hello, everyone. I’m squidgiepdx and today's theme is anything and everything to do with titles. Prompts can be anything that have to do with titles. Movie titles, TV show titles, episode titles, or anything you can name. But if you want to, it can even be things like royalty - kings and queens - or even professions. Who could resist Merlin calling Arthur "My Lord", when Arthur can't help but smile, knowing every time he says it, he's really saying, "My Love"? What if John Sheppard is getting him and Rodney McKay out of a sticky situation, and the only thing he manages to say is, "Hold On" (song by The Scott Brothers). Or what if Steve and Bucky are suddenly caught in a rainstorm and they seek "Shelter" (2007 Movie). Whatever it is, if it has to do with titles, today's the day to prompt!

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...
+ Merlin, Merlin/Arthur Pendragon, Whenever Merlin calls Arthur "My Lord", he's really saying "My Love"
+ Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay, "Hold On"
+ MCU, Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes, "Shelter"

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Merlin, Merlin/Arthur Pendragon, Whenever Merlin calls Arthur "My Lord", he's really saying "My Love"

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Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay, "Hold On"

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MCU, Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes, "Shelter"

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Hawaii Five-0, Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams, "Leaving on a Jet Plane"

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Stargate Atlantis/Any, Evan Lorne/Any, "PIcture"

SGA, McShep + Porne (past Sheppard/Lorne) - 1 of 3

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A gentle smile played across Evan's face as he considered just how funny it was, the kinds of things that went through your mind when you were aging through what felt like an endless meeting. He sat in a far too bright, chilly room listening to the department heads of Atlantis give their monthly status reports and tried not to yawn as his thoughts trailed back to the first time his mother taught him about the stroke of a paintbrush across a blank canvas. A light flickered nearby drawing Evan's attention back to the moment. He sat up a little straighter, though his memories were still tinted in the vibrant pastels of his favorite painter as he casually looked across to his commanding officer. When as his gaze landed on John's expressive eyes, he realized that no, he would never be able to paint them even as his grip tightened around his pencil and his wrist automatically haunted out a stroke.

No, it wasn't because John's eyes weren't beautiful, because they were. And no, it wasn't because Evan lacked talent. But it was because John Sheppard's eyes were as close a barometer to John's soul as any object could be.

Evan had first met John soon after he marched off the Daedalus to help during a battle on what might be a one-way ticket to the Pegasus galaxy - not because they couldn't return to Earth on the Daedalus. Rather, because chances were that he might come back from Pegasus in a wooden box. After reporting to John as his new second in command, Evan clinically documented the different details of his superior; lanky and easy-going, yet with an air of authority. Dark hair that couldn't have been regulation, but in Pegasus, closely cropped hair was far from the top of people's priorities when their day job was literally to survive amidst a strange galaxy full of alien vampires and subversive Nazi-like cults. John was wholly dedicated to every person under him, fiercer than anyone Evan had ever known before. And he had hazel eyes that seemed to watch over everything.

But that first encounter was the clinical John Sheppard that Evan had met. It wasn't until after the battle had been won that Evan started to know the real John Sheppard. Sure, Sheppard kept himself guarded. But with eyes as expressive as John had, people that knew him could see through the cold, dismissive exterior and see the real person.

Once nerves had calmed and the barrels of rifles cooled, John and Evan tasked themselves with not just managing the survivors but listing the dead. "Sorry, sir," Evan had said as he passed a communication from Colonel Steven Caldwell to John that asked how many coffins would be needed 'this time,' and how many should the left for future use. John barely blanched, but Evan saw that his eyes had gone gray. The color reminded him of a storm cloud about to loose rain and hail amid acres of destruction. He thought it might be just a one-time thing because it was frankly so haunting, it made him ache. But after two corpses - a scientist and a new Marine, not on Atlantis long enough to unpack her bags - were brought back after a surprise attack, the colorless eyes once again haunted Evan even after he'd left the room.

While John's gray eyes were something Evan wished he'd never seen again, it was the appearance of ignorant people that Evan found John's eyes going nearly dark as coal. Sure, there were amazing people at the SGC, like General O'Neill or Colonel Carter. But for every Carter and O'Neill, there were a dozen busybodies that came sniffing around Atlantis for everything from trying to enforce DADT amongst American Military to asking why Sheppard needed "So damned much ammunition." Those meetings were almost painful to be at because Evan could see just how deep John's anger seethed below the surface by glancing at his eyes. More often than not, when John's eyes reached nearly the unreachable depths of darkness, Evan managed to end the meeting one way or another. And after hours or not, Evan did what he could to drag John away from the idiots who landed on Atlantis as often as a rainstorm and ply him to calmness with beer. Though sometimes he knew the visits were so bad that he traded for a fifth of whatever spirits Radek had distilled that week to help get them through.

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Stargate Multiverse, Any, Three Angry Marines (Major Dad)

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Sherlock (BBC), Sherlock Holmes +/ Any, The Geography of Genius (Eric Weiner)

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Stargate Atlantis, Rodney McKay +/ Any, Strange Geometry (So Weird)

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Marvel Cinematic Universe, Any, Lesser Evils (Elementary)

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Any, Any, Prince of Thieves

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Star Trek, any/any. Two lovers adress each other by their titles on duty.

[sharpiesgal.livejournal.com]

(Hopefully, this in the spirit of the prompt.)

Spock watched Kirk as McCoy stepped onto the bridge. He could tell them that they weren't fooling anybody with how they addressed one another in public.

Their love affair was the most open secret onboard the Enterprise.

There were times he found himself debating on saying something to them about it, but since it didn't bother how the ship was ran he usually let it go.

*&*

'Spock," Kirk said as he joined Spock at his station.

"Sir?" Spock inquired.

"You've got the conn," Kirk replied. "I'm going to go see if I can beat the good Doctor at a game of chess."

"Of course, sir," Spock said knowing that it was code for one of the captain and doctor's rendezvous having seen the Doctor leave the bridge minutes earlier.

Kirk nodded and left the bridge.

Spock exchanged a look with Uhura before shutting down his station and settling into the command chair until shift change.

[cozy-coffee.livejournal.com]

any, any/any, The Secrets We Keep

Fill 1/2: Moment of 18, unrequited Oh Je/Joon Woo

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Oh Je tries to be a good boyfriend for Da Huin, he really does, but pretending is exhausting. He knows it’s his own fault for agreeing to be her boyfriend, but in his defense he was peer-pressured into it. She asked him to be her boyfriend in front of the whole class during their English presentation and the other students started chanting “Date! Date! Date!” and she looked so hopeful and he couldn’t say no without hurting her. He planned on fixing it later, during a private conversation, but then she showed up at his father’s restaurant and introduced herself as his girlfriend, and he didn’t want to embarrass her then.

He figured it was easier to get mock-scolded for not telling his dad about getting his first girlfriend than to get kicked out of the house for telling his dad he was gay.

But then the lie grew and now Oh Je has a girlfriend. He feels awkward, being affectionate with her in front of her friends, but she is a genuinely good person, so he tries to soothe her feelings by talking to her in the classroom before class starts. He answers her text messages as fast as he can, and he brings her snacks from his dad’s restaurant after his shift.

But he doesn’t like her as much as she likes him, and the pretending is weighing on him, and he wonders how to break up with her without hurting her. If he breaks up with her with no explanation she’ll be hurt. If he tries to get her to break up with him by being horrible to her, she’ll still be hurt.

He will never tell anyone that he likes Joon Woo. Joon Woo has stirred up their class enough as it is. Hui Yeong hates him and is out to get him, and not just because the girl Hui Yeong likes, Soo Bin, likes him. Joon Woo won’t tell Oh Je the details, is sometimes weirdly protective of Hui Yeong. Pil Sang hates Joon Woo because the girl he likes, Ro Mi, also likes Joon Woo. If anyone finds out Oh Je likes Joon Woo, their class might implode.

Oh Je can never let Joon Woo know about his feelings. Joon Woo’s best friend died recently, and Joon Woo has a difficult life, living alone while his mother works in the countryside to support him. Joon Woo doesn’t have many friends, and Oh Je knows he’s a good person, wants to be a friend. He also wants to kiss Joon Woo.

Oh Je dies a little inside when Joon Woo tells him that he asked Soo Bin to a movie with him. Oh Je is a good friend, though, gives Joon Woo dating advice, helps him pick out an outfit. He listens to Joon Woo after the date, after it all went wrong, when Soo Bin suddenly left and then treated him coldly at school the next week.

He listens to Joon Woo when Joon Woo tells him that Hui Yeong made up a fake text that was supposedly to Hui Yeong from Joon Woo about how he was just using Soo Bin to annoy Hui Yeong. Oh Je wants to strangle Hui Yeong when he hears that. Oh Je’s heart breaks all over again when Joon Woo starts crying because he confronted Soo Bin about the text and she believed it was real.

So Oh Je stays close to Joon Woo, brings him food often, has dinner with him. Joon Woo’s mother comes into town, and Oh Je gets to know her. She is young and pretty, bright and bubbly, and Oh Je can see something similar to her sweet personality hidden beneath Joon Woo’s painful shyness. She is pleased that Joon Woo has a new friend. Oh Je knows she would be the opposite of pleased if she knew how Oh Je really feels about Joon Woo.

Oh Je ends up hurting Da Huin anyway, by spending so much time with Joon Woo. She sends him angry text messages demanding to meet and talk.

He agrees, because he has been a terrible boyfriend. He arrives at the meeting place prepared to apologize profusely.

[cozy-coffee.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Dean Winchester, The Good Soldier

[sharpiesgal.livejournal.com]

Crowley looked at Dean and decided to have a little fun with his favorite human before he returned to running Hell.

"Well, well," he purred as he walked around Dean. "If it isn't the good little soldier."

Dean didn't say a word. He just hauled off and hit Crowley in the jaw as hard as he could. He despised being referred to as a good little soldier.

Not expecting the punch, Crowley landed on his ass. "What the hell was that for?" he asked rubbing his sore jaw.

Dean turned on his heel and stalked away leaving Sam to answer Crowley's question. "He doesn't like being called a good little soldier."

"I see," Crowley murmured as he climbed to his feet without assistance. He could have fun with this new piece of information.

"Whatever you are thinking, just don't," Sam warned.

"Why?"

"Because instead of getting knocked on your ass, I'll send you straight back to your mommy and that pathetic little kingdom you call Hell," Sam said as he stepped into Crowley's personal space.

"You don't scare me, Moose," Crowley quickly bluffed.

"He should," Dean said as he came up behind Crowley.

Being pinned between two angry Winchester boys was not his idea of fun, so Crowley snapped his fingers and disappeared without a witty retort.

Sam and Dean exchanged looks confirming that they were fine at least physically. Mentally was another story they didn't have time to discuss.

They had supernatural creatures to hunt and innocent people to protect.

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Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay, The Little Things Give You Away (Linkin Park)

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Hawaii Five-0, Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams, Fight the Good Fight (Triumph)

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BBC Merlin, Arthur Pendragon +/ any, Protect the Boss

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Stargate Multiverse, any scientist +/ any, The Scholar Who Walks the Night

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Marvel Cinematic Universe, any, The Gang Goes to the Jersey Shore (It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia)

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MI-5|Spooks, Lucas North +/ any, A Poem A Day

Fill:

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There once was a great spook named Adam
Who bamboozled an overconfident madam
She fell for his trap
Both her and her chap
And in a moment he totally had ‘em

“Hardly qualifies as a poem of the day,” Adam said. “Even if it is flattering.”

“Some people simply don’t see the possibilities. I was thinking of writing you a poem a day,” Lucas replied.

“Thank you for the thought. But I’d hate to take you from your other tasks.”

“Hmph! I suppose I could be open to a suitable distraction.”

“Cake or sex?”

“How about both!”

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Sherlock, Sherlock Holmes +/ John Watson, The Woman from Italy (Welcome to Night Vale)

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BBC Sherlock, John Watson +/ any, Sweet Revenge

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Marvel Cinematic Universe, Bucky Barnes +/ any, I Am Not A Robot

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Hawaii Five-0, Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams, Hazard Pay (Breaking Bad)

Fill 1/2: H50/SGA, Western AU

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Steve was paid very well to be Longfellow’s sheriff. It was his job to keep the streets safe for the townspeople, to stop altercations before they got too far. He enforced the town’s laws, the state laws, the federal laws. He helped his neighbors however he could.

Sometimes, though, he and Danny earned hazard pay.

“I hate these guys!” Danny shouted. “A lot!”

Their horses were running flat out, a pace it wouldn’t be safe to keep up for much longer. Steve wanted to close the gap between them and the four riders up ahead while they had a chance, though.

The Dzhinn Gang – made up entirely of Russian immigrants – had been building a reputation for cattle thievery, arson, and now murder, and Steve aimed to stop them before they were able to terrorize anyone else. He didn’t care how far or how hard he and Danny had to ride. They’d traveled all the way to Manhattan to take care of Victor Hesse, who was a much wilier foe. Steve didn’t think they’d have to go nearly as far to bring down the Dzhinn.

Steve hated them, too, because they were taking him away from his town, and from Grace. She was staying with the Johnsons until they got back, and Gabe was there as well to keep an eye on everyone.

They were two days out of Longfellow when they finally caught up with the Dzhinn, which somehow turned into a three-way standoff between the gang, Danny and Steve, and the sheriff’s posse from Pegaso, an insular little town up north by the border.

“Looks like we have a situation,” Danny said. He had one gun pointed at the Dzhinn and one pointed at the big guy with the weird hair that was the sheriff’s deputy.

Steve kept his aim on the head of the gang leader, the notorious Acastus Kolya, because he wasn’t interested in killing any fellow lawmen. And he knew Danny had his back.

“No situation,” Sheriff John Sheppard said. He was dressed all in black, as was his fashion. He held his rifle across his lap, but Steve had no doubt he’d be able to pull it up and fire in the blink of an eye. “We’ve been hunting these guys going on a month now. I believe that gives us rights.”

“I’ll see you all burn in hell first,” Kolya spat. Both his weapons were pointed squarely at Sheppard.

“Shut up,” Sheppard and Steve said simultaneously.

“You want to compare crimes?” the deputy asked. “I’ll bet ours are worse.”

Danny narrowed his eyes. “What? Like, if you had more murders in your town you get to take these guys in? I don’t think so, friend.”

“Does it really matter who takes these men in?”

The third member of Sheppard’s team was a bit of a surprise, not just because she was a woman but also because she was obviously mixed breed. She was very exotic in appearance, even dressed in mostly masculine clothes.

“We worked hard to find them,” the deputy protested.

“Teyla’s right,” Sheppard interjected. “Goal is to get them behind bars. Doesn’t matter whose.”

“Very enlightened of you,” Danny said.

Kolya snarled. “We’re not going with either of you.”

Steve’s hand tightened on his weapon. If Kolya and his gang decided to try and shoot their way out, there’d be casualties on all sides. And he wasn’t willing to take that chance with Danny, or to risk getting caught in a crossfire himself.

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Any Sentinel fusion, Any, The Sniffer

Fill 1/2: To Be Continued, MyungJin

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

As a general rule, Bin kept his use of his Sentinel powers to a minimum because he had no Guide, and he didn’t want to risk zoning out. His parents had always warned him about it very strongly, and he’d always listened to them, but his sense of smell was something he’d always relied on even before he realized he was a Sentinel, and so he kept it dialed up to where it had been ever since he was a child.

Sure, sometimes he’d eavesdrop on important conversations between their managers and instructors and other important company figures, but for the most part he kept his senses on “normal”. Of all the ways he’d imagined his senses getting him into trouble, it wasn’t like this.

After practice one day, MJ plopped down beside him and Bin said, without thinking,

“Have you been using Jinjin’s shampoo?”

Jinjin was across the room in a second. “You’ve been using my shampoo?”

MJ’s eyes went wide. “Me? What? No!” He shook his head vehemently. Then he looked at Bin. “Why would you say that?”

“Because you smell like Jinjin’s shampoo,”
Bin said automatically.

Everyone on the team knew Bin was The Sniffer. Rocky was The Chef. Eunwoo was The Alarm Clock. Jinjin was The Leader. MJ was The Laugh Machine. Sanha was The Guitarist.

Jinjin smacked MJ on the arm. “How could you?”

“But I didn’t!” MJ protested.

Jinjin grabbed his shoulder and shoved him toward Bin. “Sniff his hair.”

Bin recoiled, because they’d all been practicing hard and they were all sweaty and smelly. “No! Look, maybe it was a mistake. All those bottles in the shower - he might not even realize he did it. Besides, you - you smell like MJ’s green tea.”

MJ drank green tea the way other people drank coffee.

Fury sparked in MJ’s eyes. He smacked Jinjin right back. “Yah! No one else even likes my green tea. You couldn’t have drunk it on accident.”

“But I didn’t drink any,” Jinjin said.

“If Bin says you smell like my tea -”

Bin launched himself to his feet to escape before the fight could really escalate. It was Rocky and Sanha who had to separate them in the end.

But they didn’t talk to each other for the rest of the night, which made the team’s tiny, cramped apartment a very frosty affair indeed.

Eunwoo, who’d been away on a separate schedule most of the day, noticed the tension immediately.

“What’s wrong?”

“MJ stole some of Jinjin’s shampoo and Jinjin stole some of MJ’s green tea,” Sanha said in a low voice, but not low enough.

Jinjin and MJ glared at each other from opposite corners of the den.

“It got worse from there,” Rocky said quietly.

Eunwoo considered for a moment, then nodded. “Let’s let them sleep it off. Things should be back to normal tomorrow.”

Things were, thankfully. No one had to walk on eggshells, which was good, because they had an early wake-up call for a variety show and had to scramble to dress and get to the shop to get their makeup and hair done before shooting started.

Of course, on the variety show they all had to show off their special talents, which resulted in Bin being blindfolded and asked to identify his teammates by smelling their hair.

When it was done, the hosts asked how he knew.

Bin was a Sentinel. He just knew. But he wasn’t about to announce that in front of eleven cameras when not even his team knew what he was.

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Stargate Multiverse, any, Alternate Histories (Love, Death & Robots)