Wednesday: Album Titles

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Hello, everyone. I’m still nagi_schwarz and today's theme is album titles. Prompts can be names of all your most beloved - or hated - music albums. Keep on sharing that music!

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 Multiverse, any, The War (EXO)
+ Hawaii Five-0, Steve McGarrett +/ any, Summer Vibes (Astro)
+ Marvel Cinematic Universe, Peter Parker, Rise Up (Astro)

We are now using 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 2020 collection. See further notes on this new option here.

Not feeling any of today’s prompts? Check out the just created Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet. For more recent prompts to write, you can also use LJ’s advanced search options to limit keyword results to only comments in this community.

While the Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet 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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Fill 2/2: Preslash

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Rodney’s mouth went dry. The man had broad shoulders and was thick with muscle, had a stocky build similar to Rodney’s. He had dark hair, though his face was hidden where he was toweling his hair off. Rodney guessed he was a soldier of some kind, because he had tattoos, on one his upper right arm, one on his chest, both intricate, detailed designs. Not that scientists couldn’t have tattoos or muscles like that, but.

Wow.

It was so wrong, but it was so easy to stare as the man dried himself off one limb at a time, sweeping the towel over his skin, gloriously unselfconscious of his nakedness. That far out on a pier, no one would be able to see him in detail even if they happened to be looking right at him out their window. Someone might not even be able to tell he was completely naked.

It had been a long time since Rodney had had the chance to just look at a man like this. Sure, he’d seen plenty of his comrades in the buff at this point, because after a long and muddy march, cleanliness was more important than dignity in the locker room, and Canadians weren’t nearly as prudish as Americans anyway. That soldier was probably one of the European contingent, then, German maybe.

Rodney admired the man’s long clean lines, the cut of his hips, the pert curve of his ass when he turned, the sweep of his shoulders to his hips. Given how he had no tan lines, he probably spent a lot of time naked. Rodney wondered what it would be like, to run his hands over that smooth skin, feel those muscles shifting as the man moved above him or below him or -

The man tipped his head back and stretched, smiling, eyes closed.

No way.

Major Lorne?

Under Rodney’s increasingly shameless gaze, Major Lorne went through a series of impressively flexible yoga-like stretches, and Rodney’s lightning-fast genius brain cycled through all the possibilities that the man’s combination of strength and agility could offer in different situations, like in Rodney’s bed.

And then Major Lorne pulled on a pair of sweats, slung the towel over one shoulder, picked up a pair of flip-flops, and ambled back toward the city.

Rodney sank back in his chair, breathing hard.

Hot damn.

Then he remembered what he’d originally been doing, and he shifted his telescope so it was pointing back at the sky, and he set to mapping the stars once more.

The next day, after the weekly senior command briefing, Rodney asked before he could help himself, “Major, did you have a nice swim last night?”

Lorne looked at him, surprised. But then he said, “Yes, I did.”

“Good! Good. And it’s always wise to do cooldown stretches, after. So you don’t injure yourself. Atlantis needs you in top condition.”

“Why Rodney, I didn’t know you cared so much about fitness,” John drawled.

Dammit. Rodney thought fast. “Call it enlightened self-interest. I want to make sure Lorne can rescue us the next time you or Ronon does something crazy offworld.”

“That’s our McKay.” John clapped him on the shoulder and then ducked out of the conference room before Elizabeth could make him stay behind.

Lorne went to follow him, but as he passed Rodney, he leaned down and murmured, “Next time when I go for a swim, you should join me.”

Rodney could only watch him go, blushing and stunned.

Two days later, he got an email.

Nice night for a swim, don’t you think?

It was signed, Evan.

RE: Fill 2/2: Preslash

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Holy Hannah, that was awesome! Lorne would absolutely be confident in his nakedness. And Rodney would be calculating the benefits to himself in a aex scenario. ::grins::

Love this! Thank you!

Re: Fill 2/2: Preslash

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

You are so welcome! I saw this prompt and knew what I had to do.

RE: Fill 2/2: Preslash

[sherlockian-syn.livejournal.com]

AHHHHHHHHHH this is amazing.

Rodney leering at Evan though lol. Also very bold to just... bring it up out of the blue. Heeheeheeeeee I hope they have a nice swim together.

Great fill, friend!

Re: Fill 2/2: Preslash

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Thanks!

Evan doesn't mind Rodney watching him. After all, who do you think arranged for the delivery of expensive technical equipment to Rodney's quarters?