Tuesday: Songs in the Key of…Travel

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Hi! I’m brumeier, and this week we’re going to be tapping into some tunes for inspiration. Today’s theme is Songs in the Key of…Travel! Your prompts can be any song title, set of lyrics, band name, or album title that has to do with going out into the world for a trek or vacation, or any mode of transportation. It can also include music outside your country of origin for an international flair!

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...

+ Sherlock, Any, Dark Streets of London (The Pogues)

+ Stargate Multiverse, Any,

Home, don't it seem far away
Oh we're traveling light today
In the eye of the storm
(Neil Diamond)

+ Any, Any,

Movin’ right along
We’ve found a life on the highway
And your way is my way
So trust my navigation
(The Muppets)

+ Prodigal Son, Any, Looking for Space (John Denver)

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 2016 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.

tag=songs/travel

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[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Sherlock, Any, Dark Streets of London (The Pogues)

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Stargate Multiverse, Any,

Home, don't it seem far away
Oh we're traveling light today
In the eye of the storm
(Neil Diamond)

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Any, Any,

Movin’ right along
We’ve found a life on the highway
And your way is my way
So trust my navigation
(The Muppets)

not a fill

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

BUT OMG I LOVE THAT SONG!!!!

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Prodigal Son, Any, Looking for Space (John Denver)

[cornerofmadness.livejournal.com]

Title: Path Out of Isolation

Summary: Malcolm has been isolated most of his life but he has hopes the worst of it can end.

Find the story here. (https://archiveofourown.org/works/48186601)

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Hawaii Five-0, Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams, East Bound and Down (Jerry Reed)

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

BBC Robin Hood, Much +/any, run run run run away with me (Runaway - Caught in the Act)

Fill:

[thesmallhobbit.livejournal.com]

Much didn’t like the situation at all. King John had provided the sheriff with reinforcements and now the gang didn’t have a safe place to hide. They had agreed to split up, each going their own way, with an agreement to meet up again in a few weeks at the time of the Goose Fair. Which was fine for those who had somewhere to go, and friends who would hide them, but he was alone, having always relied on Robin in the past.

He jumped at the touch of a hand on his back and then Gisborne said in his ear, “Right, I’ve burnt all my bridges with the sheriff now, so there’s no going back to him. Are you ready to run? We’ll head west for now, and if you want to be back for Goose Fair, I’ll make sure you are.”

“I’m not bothered,” Much replied. “I rather fancy my chances with you.”

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

It's Okay to Not Be Okay, Moon brothers + Jaesu, road trippin' with my two favorite allies (Road Trippin' - Red Hot Chili Peppers)

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Stargate Multiverse, any pilot, I want to get away / I want to fly away (Fly Away - Lenny Kravitz)

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Stormlight Archive, Renarin Kholin, A Whole New World (Aladdin OST)

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

DC Extended Universe, Barry Allen, Within a Mile of Home (Flogging Molly)

[ami-ven.livejournal.com]

Any, any, Philadelphia Freedom (Elton John)

[ami-ven.livejournal.com]

Any, any/any, And I would walk 500 miles / And I would walk 500 more / Just to be the man who walked a thousand miles / To fall down at your door ("I'm Gonna Be (500 Miles)", The Proclaimers)

[ami-ven.livejournal.com]

Any, any/any, Secret Kingdom (https://genius.com/Gemma-craven-secret-kingdom-annotated) (Slipper and the Rose)

Not a fill

[darkmoore.livejournal.com]

I love this movie. I first watched it as a child, dubbed German and with horrible subtitles for the songs, but I still loved it so much. I have the OV on DVD now. I'm really happy to have found someone who likes it, too!

Fill: Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay (1920s 'verse)

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

(warning for period-typical homophobic language)

John loved waking up in Paris.

He was an early riser, always had been, and some mornings he’d slip out of bed to stand on the little bedroom balcony and watch the sun come up over the city. There would be clattering from the Pegasus Café downstairs as they started prepping for breakfast, and the delicious smell of freshly-baked bread from the bakery down the street would waft through the window.

Every morning in Paris was full of possibility. There was no schedule to maintain, only the loosest of plans to adhere to and even those were likely to change as the day went on. It was a type of freedom John didn’t think he’d ever get used to, not after the rigid constraints of life with his father, and after that the military.

Every day was a gift.

Some mornings John would stay in bed with Rodney, and that was a different kind of freedom. The press of Rodney’s warm skin against his, and John’s ability to touch and taste his fill, could make him fly higher than any plane.

This particular morning had dawned gray and drizzly, and John had woken with heavy thoughts on his mind. He stayed in bed, spooned up against a still-sleeping Rodney, and struggled to turn his thoughts to happier things. But still the same thing ran through his head over and over and over.

This can’t last forever.

Someday he’d have to go back to the States, or Rodney would. They’d have to find jobs and wear suits and comply to the constraints of a society who viewed John and Rodney as sexual perverts for daring to be in love.

There’d be no more days spent drinking wine at their little table outside the café with Evan and David, or parties with their friends that stretched on through the night. No more trailing after Rodney at the Musee des Arts et Metiers and listening as he ranted about errors or postulated ways to take the science to a new level.

Someday he’d –

“John? Go back to sleep,” Rodney mumbled. He reached back with one hand and clumsily patted John’s hip. “’s raining.”

“I always want to wake up in Paris with you,” John murmured against Rodney’s shoulder.

“You always will,” Rodney replied, and despite the sleepiness lacing every word he sounded utterly certain of it. “Unless I smother you with a pillow because you won’t let me sleep.”

That’s all it took to finally silence the noise in John’s head. He snuggled in tighter.

“What if there was mutual smothering, and then we both went back to sleep?” he suggested.

“Mutual? Oh. That’s the worst innuendo I’ve ever heard. You should be ashamed of yourself.”

But Rodney rolled over, and for once he didn’t complain about sour morning breath or scratchy stubble.

John wanted every morning to start that way, for the rest of his life.

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Astro, Any, Paradise (NCT 127)

Fill 1/2: gen, ensemble, more runaway boys

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Myungjun stood on the sand, barefoot, wearing neon pink swim shorts and a white t-shirt with a faded logo. He tipped his head back and spread his arms wide, basking in the sun.

“This,” he said, “is paradise.”

The last time any of them had been to Jeju Island, it had been for filming their debut music video, and it had been in the dead of winter, and they’d all been bundled up in school uniforms and padded coats, and while riding their bikes had been fun and Minhyuk had been able to stop and pet a massive white fluffy dog, the experience had generally been miserable. Stressful.

But it was summertime, and they were on the beach together, and more importantly, there were no cameras around. There were no staff, no producers and writers and managers and other busybodies flitting around them, touching up their hair and makeup. None of them even had to wear makeup, although before they’d left the room at the cheap boarding house Dongmin had insisted they all put on heavy sunscreen, not to protect their precious pale idol skin but because it was the smart thing to do.

“Where’s Sanha?” Bin asked, arriving with an armful of snacks and drinks.

Jinwoo pointed toward the sidewalk behind them. “He’s found some boys who are skateboarding. He went to see if he could learn some new tricks from them.”

Buying a skateboard for Sanha for his birthday was probably a foolhardy idea, but Sanha wanted to learn and have fun. While a skateboarding injury could put Sanha out of commission for even hosting the music show with Bin, let alone a full comeback with all the dancing and performing required, Jinwoo had wanted him to have fun, so he’d bought the thing, against his better judgment as a leader -- but not his better judgment as a friend.

Minhyuk was lying on a towel beneath the little shelter of umbrellas they’d built from the giant rainbow ones Dongmin had rented from a little shack halfway down the beach. He’d slept for most of the plane ride, and then most of the bus ride to the boarding house. He needed all the sleep he could get.

“What snacks have you got?” Dongmin asked. He’d bought a book at the airport, a steamy romance, but when no one was looking he didn’t have to read poetry or philosophy or history or literary fiction. And what he wanted was a steamy romance that he could dig into while he sprawled on a towel and ate junk food.

Bin showed off several bags of chips, candy, and even chocolate.

Dongmin reached for the chocolate, hesitated. They rarely indulged in chocolate. Chocolate was bad for the skin, could cause breakouts, could --

Jinwoo knew a good leader led by example. They’d engaged in madness, running away from the camera crew and taking a plane to Jeju Island instead of to a small pension house in the countryside to film yet another variety show. But this was their chance to relax, to shed their identities as idols, and have fun.

This was paradise. And paradise involved eating chocolate.

So Jinwoo plucked a piece out of Bin’s hands, unwrapped it, and popped it into his mouth.

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Check, Please!, Any, Viva Las Vegas (Elvis Presley)

Filled! Check, Please!, Ransom/Holster, "Viva Las Vegas" (1/2)

[squidgiepdx]

One of the best things about going to Las Vegas to watch Jack win the cup against the Aces was that Adam would be around his old team again. He and Ransom were still attached at the hip and, after Ransom had gotten accepted to University of Washington medical school, had moved out of Haus 2.0. It wasn't even really a question that he was going along with his best friend when it came time to move. His only issue was convincing his boss that he could do his job remotely, though he knew Ransom was more important than any job. He was his best friend.

Sometimes he wished it was more, but he took what he could.

Though group chat was the same as it ever was, being three hours behind everyone except for Chowder (who was living his best life as a goalie for the Sharks) meant that those that worked 9 to 5 jobs usually texted early, and chat petered out just as Adam was getting home for the day. But now, with everyone in Las Vegas, they both got a chance to catch up. Jack had treated everyone to a private box, which Adam knew had been hard to get. But still, with all of his friends around, he reveled in friendships far and wide. The front of the booth had the "public" facing part of the group - Jack's parents, his uncles Mario and Wayne, to name a few. Shitty and the rest of the SMH alums were in the shadows of the limelight, which was just fine. Especially since Shitty had vowed to strip out of a piece of clothing forever goal scored. Luckily it was 2 to 1 Falcons, so he was mostly still dressed.

Adam retreated to the beer tap and poured himself out another one. He leaned up against the counter and looked over his friends, not able to help the smile on his face. He had so much love for these people.

As if he could read Adam's mind, Ransom turned around. He had a timid smile on his face, and winked at Adam, then got up and walked to his side.

So much love for everyone but Ransom. Especially for Ransom.

"What're you doing back here?" Ransom asked. He reached out and took Adam's beer and held his gaze as he took a sip. "You're missing the game."

Adam shrugged. He dared not smile or hold Ransom's gaze too long for fear he might be found out. A buzzer sounded, and there was movement upfront. "Fuck yeah, dude!" Shitty called as he stood up, and there went the pants. A second later, more movement caught his eye, and he bumped Ransom's shoulder as he nodded to Nursey and Dex, who were making out in the last row of the seats.

"When did that happen?" Adam asked.

"Lardo said she found out a few days after their graduation. Apparently, they realized that after graduation, they needed to decide their future."

Ransom's words were quiet, but the look he gave Adam said more than the words he spoke.

(1/2)

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Any, any m/m,

Me and you and a dog named Boo
Travelin' and livin' off the land
Me and you and a dog named Boo
How I love being a free man
(Lobo)

Fill:

[thesmallhobbit.livejournal.com]

“This is the life, don’t you think?” Adam Carter said to the large dog which was loping along by his side.

They were tramping along a footpath which led them across the moor, enjoying the sunshine. Adam carried a backpack with a few basic necessities in it and looked as though he hadn’t a care in the world. They came to a fork in the footpath where they stopped.

“Which way do you reckon we go, Boo?”

The dog gave him a quizzical look.

“I refuse to call you Ambrose when we’re not in company, it’s such a ridiculous name, even if it is the one on your collar. And I’m certainly not using your real name; people would think I was mad.”

The dog huffed.

“We can discuss it in a couple of days’ time. No doubt you have your own thoughts on the matter.”

The dog wagged his tail and trotted a few paces down the right fork.

“You’re sure about this?” Adam laughed at the animal’s expression. “I won’t tell Ros but you’re copying her face when anyone questions her judgement.”

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Stargate Atlantis, Any /or+ Any, "Leaving on a Jet Plane" (Peter, Paul, and Mary)

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Donald Strachey Mysteries, Donald Strachey/Timothy Callahan, "How Far I'll Go" (Auli'i Cravalho)

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Check, Please, Any/Any, "Beyond The Sea" (Bobby Darin)

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Stargate Atlantis, Any /or+ Any, "Out To Sea" (John Williams, The Jaws Soundtrack)

Fill: Evan Lorne/David Parrish (tiny, teeny bit NSFW, honestly it's probably fine)

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

David was full of surprises.

He and Evan were Earthside on leave, most of which they’d spent with Evan’s family on the commune because David was estranged from his own parents. It had been a great trip so far, full of unaccustomed downtime and a temporary reprieve from the ongoing Wraith troubles back in Pegasus.

And then David had suggested they go sailing.

“We can sail to Catalina Island,” he said enthusiastically. “Did you know there are seven endemic species of flower that grows there? You can’t find them anywhere else in the world.”

Evan was game for anything. “I’ll look into chartering a boat,” he said.

That was when David hit him with the big surprise. “No need. I can borrow my uncle’s sailboat.”

He’d mentioned the uncle before. A great-uncle, actually, who was now in assisted living. David had paid him a brief, solo visit on a day Evan was hanging out with his sister at her tattoo shop.

“You sail?”

“I’m a deep well,” David replied solemnly, which made Evan laugh.

“You really are.”

That’s how they found themselves out on the Pacific, wind in their hair as David expertly piloted his uncle’s sailboat, the Amber Waves. Evan was able to be at least a little helpful, thanks to learning some basics in his Boy Scout days, but David was amazing – nimble and self-assured in a way he normally only was in the greenhouse. Or in Evan’s bed.

“We’ll dock at Two Harbors,” David said. “They have the best hiking trails there.”

Evan, who was sitting on the bench at the side of the boat near the hull, where David had one hand on the wheel and his eyes on the horizon, felt an unexpected surge of lust and affection.

“This Captain Parrish thing is turning me on,” he said.

David turned to look at him, eyes wide. “Really?”

Evan gestured at the other boats out on the water. None were too close, but he wasn’t an exhibitionist. “If not for them, I might have to ravage you right here on deck.”

He could picture it clearly in his mind: David with his back against the wheel, shorts down around his ankles as Evan knelt of the deck and sucked him off right there under the endless blue sky, on the open ocean.

David blushed, as if reading Evan’s mind. “Stop looking at me like that! We can’t set anchor here.”

Evan shifted in his seat, palming his inconvenient erection. “You booked us a room, right?”

David nodded enthusiastically. “Yes! I sure did.”

“Maybe you should distract me,” Evan suggested.

With no further prompting, David launched into a detailed description of the Mountain Mahogany, a rare species of plant that was now on the endangered list. And that’s when Evan knew he was well and truly smitten, because even David passionately discussing a plant filled him with desire. And something else.

“I really love you like this,” Evan blurted out.

David stopped speaking mid-sentence, his mouth hanging open. “What?”

Now it was Evan’s turn to blush. His relationship with David had been progressing slowly, but well. He hadn’t thought they were at that ‘love you’ stage yet. The again, he had brought David home to meet his family.

Evan stood up and made his way carefully to where David was standing behind the wheel. He kissed him, sweet and slow, and tried not to think of all the things they were going to do when they got to the hotel.

“I do,” he said softly, “love you. Your passion for flowers, your complete inability to carry a tune, the way you always have dirt under your fingernails.”

“Charmer,” David replied. He moved in for another kiss. “Ego amo te.”

“More flowers?” Evan guessed, because David knew all their Latin names.

“It means I love you. Which I do. With all my heart.”

Evan pulled David into a hug. He was feeling so much – joy, affection, desire, satisfaction – that he was almost shaky with it.

“Only one thing to do now,” he said against the side of David’s neck.

“What’s that?”

“Sail faster!”

[squidgiepdx]

Any (no SPN, please!), Any/Any, "Sin Wagon" (The Dixie Chicks/The Chicks)

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Marvel Cinematic Universe, Any, Highway to the danger zone (Kenny Loggins)

[darkmoore.livejournal.com]

Harry Potter, Harry Potter/any

Ich war noch niemals in New York
Ich war noch niemals auf Hawaii
Ging nie durch San Francisco in zerris'nen Jeans
- Udo Jürgens

(I've never been to New York
I've never been to Hawaii
Never walked through San Fransisco in ripped jeans)

Fill: Harry/Cedric, post-canon AU

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

“Well?” Cedric asked, mug of tea cradled in his hands.

Harry sat opposite him at their little rickety wooden kitchen table that was stabilized by old textbooks instead of a spell and stared at the giant map Cedric had spread across wood darkened with age.

“We’ve a whole month of freedom. We’ve accrued so much overtime I think Donovan might have cast a repelling ward on the office to prevent us from going in. So.” Cedric nodded at the map. “Where do you want to go?”

As a child, Harry had never been allowed to go on vacation with the Dursleys. When he’d been too small to fend for himself, they’d take him along but imprison him in a hotel room. Once he was old enough to fend for himself, he’d be stuck at home doing an endless list of chores. At Hogwarts, he’d never gone anywhere fun for the Christmas holidays either.

Where did Harry want to go? There was a whole world to explore.

He stared at the map. “I’ve never been to New York.”

“Me neither,” Cedric said. “I’ve heard about all the fancy touristy spots, though. Statue of Liberty. The carnival on Coney Island. The museums and theaters. Times Square. Expensive shopping.”

Harry wasn’t much for expensive shopping, but touristy spots sounded fun. To other people they were probably cheesy, but Harry had never been allowed to just be a tourist before. He wanted cheesy pictures in front of landmarks, and one of those ridiculous shirts that said I Heart NY with a big red heart.

But he scanned the map some more. “I’ve never been to Hawaii.”

Cedric smiled. “Mmmm. That would be lovely. Two Brits like us will sunburn on those gorgeous beaches, though, won’t we? And do you even know how to swim?”

“I swam during the Triwizard Challenge, didn’t I?”

Cedric winced at the reminder. “True. I do like that option. Just the two of us on the beach, golden sun, blue sky, rolling waves. Fancy fruity drinks with umbrellas. Dancing by firelight.”

Harry eyed the map some more. He’d heard good things about San Francisco. He’d never walked through San Francisco in ripped jeans, holding hands with his boyfriend boldly, dancing with him to sultry music in clubs full of nothing but gorgeous men. “What about San Francisco? We could drive there from here, couldn’t we? That’d be cheaper.”

Cedric smiled and set down his mug. “Why not all of it? We have a month.”

Harry raised his eyebrows. “Really?”

“Really. We’ve more than enough money.”

Harry took a deep breath, then nodded. “Yeah. Let’s do it. All three places. First New York, then San Francisco, then Hawaii.”

“Great! Let’s plan.” Cedric flipped open his laptop and started tapping away industriously.

Harry thought of the ring he’d been keeping hidden in his sock drawer. He could propose in New York, they could get married in San Francisco, and have their wedding in Hawaii. Just the two of them. He already had a plan.

[cornerofmadness.livejournal.com]

Prodigal Son, Gil Arroyo/& Jessica Whitly Get your motor runnin'
Head out on the highway
Lookin' for adventure
And whatever comes our way
Yeah Darlin' go make it happen (Born to be Wild, Steppenwolf)