Monday: Song Lyrics

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Hello, everyone. I’m nagi_schwarz and today's theme is song lyrics. Prompts can be song lyrics of all kinds, from nursery rhymes to folk songs to misheard lyrics.

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 above mentioned spoiler cut.

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...
+ Stargate Atlantis, Ronon Dex +/ any, Kissing in the car underneath the moonlight (Middle of the Night - Monsta X)
+ MI-5|Spooks, Lucas North +/ any, Secrets in the shadows (Someone’s Someone - Monsta X)
+ Marvel Cinematic Universe, Bucky Barnes +/ any, Making sure our friends don’t know (Middle of the Night- Monsta X)

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[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

Lucifer, Chloe Decker+any, She was an American girl, raised on promises
Tom Petty & the Heartbreakers, American Girl

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

The X-Files, Fox Mulder+/Dana Skully, Kiss the Girl, Disney's The Little Mermaid

Fill

[cornerofmadness.livejournal.com]

Title: Of Webs and Flames
author: cornerofmadness
Characters/Pairings: Fox Mulder/Dana Scully
Disclaimer: Not mine, Chris Carter owns it
Summary/Teaser: It’s just another day on the job for Scully and Mulder.
Rating: teen
Notes: written for evil_little_dog in comment_fic for the prompt of The X-Files, Fox Mulder+/Dana Skully, for the song title Kiss the Girl, Disney's The Little Mermaid

XXX

The heat of the blaze warmed Mulder, and he needed it after being in the forest for so many hours. Of course, much of his chill wasn’t from the early spring evening but rather the fact that the forest had crawled with spiders the size of deer. It had looked like the Mirkwood in there. Next to him Scully leaned on their car, her face illuminated by the dancing flames. Her eyes remained huge, fixed on the forest fire.

He couldn’t complain about it really. He and Scully had been wrapped up in webs – again, he was never going to get the feel of them off his skin – when Iris, a naturalist who had first brought the issue of people disappearing in the woods to their attention, had helped get them free. And accidentally set the fire. Who knew webs were so flammable? Who knew spiders would make noise as they burst into flame?

Who knew he would turn out to be a newly converted arachnophobe?

Everyone’s attention was on the fire fighters who were luckily getting the fire under control. It was still snowy and wet in places, keeping the flames from spiraling out of control. Mulder knew no one was paying him and Scully any mind. He pulled a mass of webs off her hair doing some interpretive dance to get it off his fingers. She looked as weary as he felt and had already made her thoughts on giant spiders abundantly clear.

Grinning as a sudden inspiration hit, Mulder leaned down and kissed her, soft and sweet. She shot him a surprised look but smiled without a word. Between them, none was needed.

[cornerofmadness.livejournal.com]

Prodigal Son, Malcolm Bright + any If these scars could speak you would hear my hell and all the lies I use to save myself
If these scars could speak. You would know my pain (Citizen Soldier, if these scars could speak)

[cornerofmadness.livejournal.com]

Prodigal Son, Malcolm Bright + any(if you want) I look into the mirror and
I hate what I've become
'Cause I'm the only casualty
From damage that I've done
I'm the only enemy in world war me (World War Me, Theory of a Dead Man)

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

Guardians of the Galaxy, Rocket Raccoon+Peter Quill,
Now the doctor came in, stinking of gin
And proceeded to lie on the table
He said, "Rocky, you met your match"
And Rocky said, "Doc, it's only a scratch
And I'll be better, I'll be better, Doc, as soon as I am able"
The Beatles, Rocky Raccoon

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

The X-Files, Dana Scully+/Fox Mulder, Both of them singing "Joy to the World (All the Boys and Girls)" for a change

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, Ronon Dex +/ any, Kissing in the car underneath the moonlight (Middle of the Night - Monsta X)

Fill: Ronon Dex/Evan Lorne

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Ronon was overwhelmed, Evan could see that. He’d been excited to show Ronon where he came from: the commune where he grew up, the beach where he learned to surf, the streets of San Francisco. Evan hadn’t taken into account the cars, the sheer mass of people, the unspoken rules that most humans understood but didn’t exist in Pegasus. It was a lot to take in.

There was no complaining on Ronon’s part, but Evan could see he was getting more tense and more short-tempered as one day turned into two.

“Come on,” Evan said. “Let’s take a break.”

He borrowed his grandmother’s ’62 Plymouth Fury convertible, which had been painted a rainbow of swirls and stars and peace signs back in the day, and drove them down the PCH, the Pacific Ocean a constant presence on their left.

Ronon tilted his head back and closed his eyes, and Evan was pleased to see some of that tension bleed away. He didn’t bother narrating the landscape, just let Ronon enjoy it in his own way. They found a classic rock station on the radio, which Ronon liked.

Get your motor runnin'
Head out on the highway
Lookin' for adventure
And whatever comes our way
Yeah Darlin' go make it happen
Take the world in a love embrace
Fire all of your guns at once
And explode into space

They drove all afternoon and into the evening, and when it got dark Evan found a place for them to pull off where they could be alone. Evan pulled some of his mom’s sun tea out of the cooler and they stretched out on the hood of the car, looking up at the night sky. There wasn’t as much light pollution outside of the city, but it still wasn’t as bold and beautiful as the starry skies back in Pegasus.

The crash of waves against the shoreline was all the musical accompaniment they needed.

“This is better,” Ronon said after a while. “I can think out here.”

“It’s easy to forget what it’s like, being away for so long. Sometimes it’s too much even for me.”

“You’ll come back here to live one day,” Ronon said, and though it wasn’t a question Evan could hear the ask in it.

“I don’t know,” he replied honestly. “Atlantis seems more like home to me these days. I mean, I miss my family. But if I was here, I’d miss you.”

Ronon reached over and took his hand, twining their fingers together. “I’d miss you, too.”

It wasn’t a choice Evan ever wanted to make. In a perfect world, the threat of the Wraith would be eliminated, and Atlantis would become a proper colony. It would be a place he could invite his family to visit. A place where he could build a life with Ronon that wasn’t constantly interrupted by their war for survival.

For the moment it was just a dream.

Evan pointed out the lights from passing aircraft, and the movement of satellites orbiting the Earth, and the constellations which were so different from what they could see from the pier on Atlantis.

But when Ronon kissed him, soft and sweet and still somehow incredibly possessive, Evan knew he was home and it didn’t matter what sky was over his head. All that mattered was the man in his arms.

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

MI-5|Spooks, Lucas North +/ any, Secrets in the shadows (Someone’s Someone - Monsta X)

Fill: drabble:Lucas & Ros

[thesmallhobbit.livejournal.com]

Lucas North looked nervously around. The closest streetlight wasn’t working in the narrow street and the overhanging buildings were casting eerie shadows. He took a deep breath and stood still, trying to hear if there was anything moving. Footsteps at the end of the street, and he slipped into the shadows himself, waiting to see who was coming.

It was two men, who were roughly pulling a woman along between them. One of the men demanded she tell them who she really was. Lucas slipped out of the shadows and grabbed the man’s arms, while Ros Myers overpowered the other.

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Marvel Cinematic Universe, Bucky Barnes +/ any, Making sure our friends don’t know (Middle of the Night- Monsta X)

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

BBC Sherlock, Sherlock Holmes, I’m so curious (Sherlock - SHINee)

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Hawaii Five-0, Steve McGarrett, Reasons are for people you’re meant to lose (Someone’s Someone - Monsta X)

[cozy-coffee.livejournal.com]

Any, any, I got two bloody knees and a brand new scar
(feel like I do by drowning pool)

Fill: Crowned Clown, Haseon

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Haseon had knelt all his life. He’d knelt before angry landowners, before generous patrons, and before the king of all the land. He’d knelt before the monster who’d killed his sister’s spirit if not her body, and he’d knelt at the feet of bloody fate itself. He didn’t know who his parents were, had been raised without a home, always on the road with the other street performers. His skills as a clown, frivolous though they may have seemed, had kept him and his sister alive and fed and dressed. The street performers - mostly Kapsoo - had given them a family.

Haseon had heard, occasionally, that he was handsome, but given that he’d never owned a mirror and only had the rare chance to see his reflection in still water, he’d assumed the comments were flattery (and he’d be more easily flattered, if he didn’t have Dalrae to take care of). Haseon had heard, only once, that he looked just like the king.

The king who was gone, leaving Haseon in his place, Haseon who had to tread shark-infested waters and keep the nation intact even though he could barely read and write.

After spending a night in a pit in the mountains waiting for tigers to eat him, he was a new man.

He was bloody but unbowed. He had a brand new scar on his left shoulder, identical to the real king’s. When Yi Kyu had drawn his blade, Haseon had been terrified, and being stabbed had been agonizing.

No matter. Haseon was kneeling no more.

He would be the king his country deserved.

[templefugate.livejournal.com]

Any, any, "Those are not the lyrics!"

[templefugate.livejournal.com]

Any, any, "Tell me I'm the only one" ("Babylon Sisters" - Steely Dan)

[templefugate.livejournal.com]

DC, Rachel Roth, "Witchy Woman" by the Eagles

[laurose8.livejournal.com]

Weiss Kreuz, Crawford/Ran, Building Bridges (Michael Murphey)

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Hawaii Five-0, Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams,

Even though we both know we're liars and we start each other's fires
We just know that we'll be all right
Even though we're kicked out the party 'cause we both hate everybody
We're the ones they wanna be like
(Ellie Goulding)

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard +/ Any,

Traveling twice the speed of sound
It's easy to get burned
(Crosby, Stills & Nash)

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Prodigal Son, Any,

My mind's heavy and I can't sleep, not even a memory
Is good enough to get me through the night, mmm
I'm longing for the real thing, people who know the real me
And all the ways to love me back to life
(Keith Urban)

Fill

[cornerofmadness.livejournal.com]

Title: Not Even a Memory
Characters/Pairings: Malcolm Bright, Dani Powell
Summary/Teaser: Dani wants to comfort Malcolm after he comes out of surgery after what he endured at the hands of John Watkins. As he heals, Malcolm is mired in his dreams.


find the story here. (https://archiveofourown.org/works/22784104) (and oh, thanks for reminding me about how much I love Keith Urban)

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Marvel Cinematic Universe, Bucky Barnes +/ Any,

On a gathering storm comes
a tall handsome man
in a dusty black coat with
a red right hand
(Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds)

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Any K-drama/K-pop, Any,

Miss your voice, the touch of your hand
Just long to know that you understand
My buddy, my buddy
Your buddy misses you
(Doris Day)

Fill: Astro, MJ + OMC, gen

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

“Stop moving!” the man to Myungjun’s left grumbled.

He tucked his elbows closer into his sides and murmured an apology. He’d heard from his seniors in the industry, the ones who’d returned from their enlistment, that enlistment was hard, but it wouldn’t be any harder than what he’d done as an idol. Sleep deprivation. Food deprivation. Endless workouts. Getting yelled at and being told he was too slow, too weak, not good enough. Being cut off from friends and family. Sleeping on the floor with a bunch of men he didn’t know. The months would fly by, and once he made it through basic and could contact the outside world again, he’d be fine.

So Myungjun had gone out to dinner for beef with his parents and older brother the night before his enlistment, as was traditional, and then he’d showed up at the base with a single duffel bag full of clothes, and it was kind of like moving into the dorms as a trainee for the first time.

Because his team wasn’t that popular - Eunwoo was the most popular, and then more as an actor than as a singer - Myungjun didn’t expect anyone to recognize him (especially not with his new haircut, without makeup, in a uniform), and he figured he could put his head down and work hard and try not to make the other men in his unit hate him. Besides, he’d dealt with plenty of hatred from antis and stans for other groups.

He hadn’t been prepared for how much he’d miss his teammates. He was used to stumbling into bed at the end of the day and burying his head under his pillow to block out the glare and noise of Sanha playing video games late into the night, to stirring occasionally when Minhyuk, who was a restless sleeper, rolled into him and snuggled up. He missed the background din of Jinwoo and Eunwoo telling Sanha to stop gaming and go to bed, of Bin complaining that someone had drunk all his banana milk again.

Myungjun sighed and tried to count sheep. Usually it was Jinwoo who would count sheep for him if he had trouble sleeping, Jinwoo with his deep, soothing voice.

The man who’d grumbled at Myungjun started snoring, and Myungjun shoved his head under his pillow with another sigh.

“Is it weird for you, having roommates?” the man on the other side of Myungjun asked.

“No,” Myungjun whispered. “I just miss my brothers.”

“Ah. I only have a sister. This is strange for me. How many brothers do you have?”

“Five,” Myungjun said.

“Wow.”

“Six,” Myungjun amended. “But my older brother is much older, has been married for a while. I haven’t lived with him in a long time.”

“What do you miss about your brothers?”

Myungjun thought of Eunwoo curled in a corner and trying to read a book while Bin tried to pester him, of Jinwoo and Sanha wrestling on the couch, of Minhyuk taking over most of the floor space in the den so he could do his stretching.

“Everything.”

“Well - how about we be brothers? For the next little while. You can teach me how to live with brothers, and I can - what can I do for you?”

Myungjun peered at the other man in the darkness. He looked young, barely come of age.

“Can you sing?”

[darkmoore.livejournal.com]

Strike Back, Michael Stonebridge/Damien Scott
I gotta get out
This is what you get when you fall in love
No one ever said how good it hurts
I tried once, but it's once too much
You end up getting burned
I'm like the gasoline you light the match
Ain't no one else who can burn me like that
So I cross my heart, kill my desire
This is what you get when you play with fire

Nico Santos - play with fire

[darkmoore.livejournal.com]

MCU, Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes

I treasure your love
I want to show you how to use it
You've been through a lot of pain in the dirt
And I know you've got the scars to prove it

Meat Loaf - Rock And Roll Dreams Come Through

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Stargate Multiverse, Any,

Them that don't know him won't like him
And them that do sometimes won't know how to take him
He ain't wrong he's just different
But his pride won't let him do things to make you think he's right
(Willie Nelson)

[aivix.livejournal.com]

Stargate: Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay, "Why do you assume you're the smartest in the room? / Soon that attitude may be your doom" -- Non-Stop from Hamilton