suyoil: Theme Movie Titles

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Hello, everyone. I’m nagi_schwarz and today's theme is movie titles. Prompts can be the names of any movie or short film or single-episode documentaries or crossovers or fusions with specific movie fandoms.

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...
+ MI-5|Spooks, Lucas North, An American Werewolf in London (1981)
+ Stargate Atlantis, any, The Explorers (1985)
+ Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Interview with the Vampire (1994)
+ Cowboy Bebop, any, Breakfast on Pluto (2005)
+ The Untamed, Wei Wuxian, Big Trouble in Little China (1986)

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[canonisrelative.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Alex Hardison (+ Breanna Casey if you want), The Great Hack

Fill: + Eliot and Parker and stealth crossover

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Alec tilted his head from side to side, stretching his neck, rolled his shoulders, stretched his arms and rolled his wrists, stretched his fingers.

“Decided to work out with me after all?” Eliot asked.

“Nope.” Alec plopped down in his massive comfy desk chair and woke up his PC. “Tonight I am going to perform The Great Hack. CougarLover won’t know what hit him. Her. Them. Whatever.”

“I’ll work out with you,” Parker said, and Alec only half paid attention when she exited the apartment through the window.

Eliot sighed and headed for the actual front door.

Alec absently turned on some ambient space music, and then he set to work.

CougarLover had emerged on the scene a few years ago. Mostly they liked to hack military and government installations, but they and Alec had clashed on a few hacker puzzles and high-level games, and they were constantly neck-in-neck, edging each other out, alternating who got first place.

Alec was going to make himself the decisive winner once and for all, by tracking down CougarLover’s private server and breaking in.

Alec had worked his way through David Bowie’s entire back discography when he finally found it. The key.

So he opened the door --

And stared. At the contents of CougarLover’s hard drive.

They liked...pee wee girls’ soccer? And were an avid fan of the team The Petunias? Their favorite player was a little girl named Beth? Were they some kind of creepy perv?

No, they were -- well. He was kind of ripped, actually. And possibly Beth’s uncle?

Alec went to click on a file labeled Cougar. Apparently CougarLover’s love of cougars was a literal thing.

“Whatever floats your boat,” Alec said -- and then his computer froze.

He tapped at his keyboard, swore.

A moment later, a video image popped up. Of CougarLover himself, wearing red shades and winking over the top of them.

“Who’s Mr. Grumpypants now?”

The recording played over and over and over again.

Alec sat back and sighed. So much for The Great Hack.

Except he always had a backup server and drive. So he rolled up his sleeves, turned to his other PC, and set to work.

It was harmless fun. Surely CougarLover and his niece and her soccer team would enjoy twenty pizzas sent their way.

That CougarLover would have to pay for.

When Eliot and Parker returned, Alec was kicking back and rewatching some Battlestar Galactica.

“How was the great hack?” Eliot asked.

Alec smiled and said, “Delicious.”

[canonisrelative.livejournal.com]

MCU, Natasha Romanoff, Pieces of a Woman

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Star Trek Voyager, Seven of Nine, Girl, Interupted

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X-Men, Erik Lensherr/Charles Xavier, An Affair to Remember

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

MI-5|Spooks, Lucas North, An American Werewolf in London (1981)

Fill:

[thesmallhobbit.livejournal.com]

Werewolf!Lucas' official name is Ambrose

That evening, when Ros knocked on the hotel room door of the CIA agent, she had a light grey wolf-like creature at her heels.

When the door was opened, she said, “Hi, Cas, Ambrose and I were wondering if you’d like to join us for a walk.”

“Oh, um, yes!” the American replied. She opened the door further and the werewolf shot inside and bounced over to where a similar creature, although this time dark grey, was sitting.

“Is he?” Cas asked.

“Yes,” Ros agreed. The she said. “Calm down you mutt, not everyone is as enthusiastic as you.”

“Perhaps we should go out – he, Ambrose you said, seems full of energy.”

Ros led them to the park, and once safely inside the light grey werewolf took off, followed rather less exuberantly, by the dark grey one.

As Ros and Cas walked after them, they chatted until suddenly they heard a loud splash.

“Oh, really!” Ros exclaimed.

She ran to the lake to find the pale grey werewolf swimming round in circles, while the dark grey one sat by the lakeside watching him.

“Get out!” she ordered.

Ros and Cas retreated to a safe distance, accompanied by the second werewolf, who Ros thought was almost rolling his eyes at the behaviour of the other one.

After thoroughly shaking himself, the werewolf joined them and Ros said, “And no, I’m not buying you a burger after that behaviour.”

The paler werewolf sat down in a sulk. At which point the darker werewolf started to trot back towards the park entrance. It then gave a yip and sped up, to be followed instantly by the other one and the two raced towards the gate.

Ros and Cas looked at each other and began to laugh.

“Why don’t we put them both in my room,” Cas said, “and we go and have a drink, or several, in the hotel bar.”

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, any, The Explorers (1985)

Fill 1/2: + MCU, John Sheppard + Rodney McKay + Bucky Barnes (movie fusion)

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Somewhere USA, 1985

The sun had long since gone down, and the huge iron gates loomed out of the darkness like something from a horror movie.

“I’m not sure about this,” Rodney said uneasily. “Why couldn’t we come during the day like normal people?”

“One, you ain’t normal,” Bucky replied. “Two, I have an arrangement with Jonesy. He lets me come after hours, look for parts for my dirt bike. I can take what I want, and if I see something cool when I’m out riding around, I let him know.”

“We’re looking for something a little bigger than a carburetor,” John said.

Rodney reached out with one hand and half-heartedly pushed against the gate. “Oh, well. It’s locked. Let’s go.”

“Scaredy cat.” Bucky put both hands on the left side of the gate and pushed hard, and it swung open with a rusty creak. “Jonesy doesn’t lock it up and put the alarm on till after ten.”

John had never been to the salvage yard, but he immediately loved it. It was like a maze, and around every corner was something cool or weird or both. He saw a baby blue hearse, a wooden crate full of all different kinds of doorknobs, tires, rows and rows of doors. It was a place full of stories and possibilities.

“Rats,” Rodney said, sticking close to John. They had to use their flashlights because only the fenced perimeter of the yard was lit. “I bet this place is crawling with them. Do you know the kind of diseases they carry?”

“Lighten up,” John said, bumping Rodney’s shoulder with his own.

“It’s this way,” Bucky called out, almost out of sight around the next corner.

When they caught up to him, Bucky was standing next to something big and round and covered by a green tarp. Without seeing what it was, John could tell it was already perfect for their needs.

Four nights ago, he’d had another dream of the silver city in the middle of the ocean. Only this time it had come with the image of some sort of circuit board. As soon as he woke up, he sketched it out. The following morning, he gave it to Rodney, who was his best friend and also the smartest guy he knew. Rodney had mocked him, but gamely built it anyway in his basement lab – the only space his parents would give him to work on his experiments.

The mocking stopped when the circuit board John had dreamed turned out to create a perfect sphere, one that they could shrink or expand. One that Rodney had inadvertently discovered didn’t hold much oxygen inside it but moved through space with no inertia. It was like something from the scifi movies John and Rodney liked to watch, only it was real.

And they were going to use it to fly.

“This is what I thought we could use,” Bucky said.

He pulled the tarp off, revealing something that looked like it came from an old carnival right. It was red and rusted and round, but there was no front to it, and inside was a bench the three of them could easily sit on together.

“Perfect,” John said.

“It has potential,” Rodney said reluctantly.

Bucky patted it with one hand. “I think it’s from something called a Tilt-A-Whirl.”

John sat on the bench, heedless of the dust and grime he was probably getting on his jeans. “Perfect,” he said again.

“You can do something with it, right, professor?” Bucky asked Rodney.

“Of course I can. Child’s play.”

Luckily the thing was on wheels. It took them the better part of an hour, but they got the Tilt-A-Whirl rolled back to Rodney’s house, tucked away in the ravine down back.

They worked on it for two weeks, before school and after school, scavenging more parts from the salvage yard. Bucky, who was taking a shop class, borrowed his dad’s power tools to build a front framework for what John could now only think of as a spaceship. Rodney cobbed together a whole new computer to help navigate the thing, boasting that he got the RAM up to almost 200k.

By the time they got it finished, the three of them were sleep-deprived, and John had flunked an easy test because his brain was fried. It did nothing to lessen his excitement and anticipation, though.

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Cowboy Bebop, any, Breakfast on Pluto (2005)

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The Untamed, Wei Wuxian, Big Trouble in Little China (1986)

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Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Interview with the Vampire (1994)

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, Any, Flight of the Navigator

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Astro, Any (+/Any), National Treasure

Fill 1/2: OT6 but also some Dongmin/Minhyuk, immortal thieves AU

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Bin stared into the museum display case, aghast. “Dongmin, that’s a national treasure. We can’t just -- we can’t just take it.”

“It was mine first.” Dongmin was wearing a distinctly sulky pout.

“Well it was yours only very briefly before it became the queen’s, and now it’s the nation’s, and we can’t steal it,” Bin said.

Dongmin frowned at him. “Yes we can.”

Bin rolled his eyes. “Yes, in the technical sense, we do absolutely have the skills to steal it. Ten centuries alive with you and I’ve had lifetimes to master many skills and why are all of them criminal? I could have spent my time learning science and inventing things or learning to play many instruments or --”

“You play the piano and the violin very well,” Dongmin said.

That was true. Bin had a Stradivarius to prove it. “That’s beside the point. We can’t steal it. It’s immoral.”

“Who cares about mortal morality? With the way Korea’s birth rate is declining we’ll be the only Koreans left in the world in a few more centuries anyway.” Dongmin gazed into the case at the beautiful golden hairpin, shaped to look like a phoenix and decorated with gleaming garnets and jade and sapphires. “This was mine, first. And I want it back.”

“You only want it back because you saw a boy who looks like your beloved Minhyuk, but obviously that’s not really him, because he died centuries ago. That boy was a reincarnation at best, a random genetic happenstance at worst.” Bin tossed his head. “After he spurned your affection you threw the pin out the window and the princess caught it and kept it because she thought it had fallen from the heavens and was evidence that she would one day become queen. Which she did. And now that pin is a national treasure and it’s going to stay that way.”

“No it’s not,” Dongmin said.

“Yes it is,” Bin insisted, but not very well, because hours later, he was back at the museum after it had closed, dressed all in black, prepared to break in and help Dongmin get the stupid hair pin back.

“Even if Minhyuk hadn’t spurned your affections, it’s not like he could’ve worn that hair pin anyway. Only married women wore those. You should’ve gone with my suggestion and put a phoenix on a smaller, more masculine hairpin,” Bin said, as he tapped at his laptop, hacking his way into the museum’s security system so they could override the alarms and open the case without setting any off.

Dongmin was wearing a black balaclava, which was obscuring the face that had once made him The Nation’s Boyfriend before he’d had to stage his own untimely demise, lest someone notice that he really wasn’t aging at all.

“It was the thought that counted,” Dongmin said. “I wanted to be with him as if we were married, and --”

“And surely a discreet ring would have sufficed.” Bin tapped at his laptop some more, and there was a satisfying whirring sound as the back door to the museum unlocked.

Once the alarms were disabled, it was a fairly easy task to loop the footage on the CCTV so no one would notice them entering. Bin had access to the actual footage, which they used to bypass the security guards.

And then they were in the display room, and Dongmin tugged off his mask to stare at the beautiful hairpin with such longing that Bin felt a little less annoyed at being dragged into another one of Dongmin’s hare-brained adventures.

Ever since they’d been at that gala for the national ballet and Dongmin had seen among the dancers a man who he swore was the first love of his life, one Park Minhyuk, Dongmin had been distracted and lovelorn. If this small task would get him back to his usual practical, money-making self, Bin was all for it. There were orphans to donate to, after all.

“Grab it and let’s go already,” Bin said, and then a voice Bin hadn’t heard in centuries said,

“Dongmin-hyungnim? Is that you?”

Bin turned.

Dongmin turned.

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

MI5|Spooks, Any, The Backup Plan

Fill:

[thesmallhobbit.livejournal.com]

Ros became conscious that their plan was coming unstuck as soon as a second man sat at her table in the restaurant. She would have had no problem with just her original contact, and while they were at the table she would remain in charge. However when the time came to leave, she wasn’t convinced she could ensure both that her contact got into the taxi with her and the other man didn’t.

Nevertheless she continued as they had agreed and left the restaurant with both men. A taxi drew up and Ros opened the door, half pushing her contact inside before following him rapidly. At the same moment, an apparently drunken dark-haired man bumped heavily against the interloper, slightly pushing him out of the way. Ros slammed the taxi door shut and it drove off, with Ros relieved that the backup plan she and Lucas had arranged has worked.

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

The Losers, Jake Jensen, Home Alone

Fill: + Cougar

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

“Mmm. Home alone. Finally.” Jake smiled and wound his arms around Cougar’s neck, pulled him close.

The corner of Cougar’s mouth curved up in one of those delicious little smirks, and he leaned in, and --

The doorbell rang.

Jake sat up, frowning. “What the --? Who could possibly be coming by the house now? My sister and her husband and kid are gone. She said all her friends would know that, that we could house-sit in peace.”

Cougar sighed and sat back, tipping his hat down while Jake padded out of the den and down the hall to the foyer.

He peered through one of the side windows that was artfully covered with lace -- why lace instead of frosted glass? -- and saw what looked like a pizza delivery girl standing on the front porch.

Jake frowned and pulled open the door. “Hey Coug, did you order a pizza?”

There was no answer, which was answer enough.

“Can I help you?” Jake asked.

The teenage girl looked Jake up and down, and too late he realized he was wearing nothing but a pair of cargo shorts, as Cougar had divested him of his shirt earlier. “I have an order of pizza for...CougarLover?”

“Well, I do love me some Cougar,” Jake began, and then he frowned.

That was his online handle. Why did some random teenage girl know it?

The girl looked dubious and held out a small plastic tray with a receipt on it. “Sign here.”

“Sure thing,” Jake said, picking up the pen. “And -- that’s just a nickname. My boyfriend’s nickname is Cougar. I’m not into, you know, cougars. Euphemistically or literally.”

The girl just continued to look skeptical and nodded, and then Jake really looked at the amount on the receipt.

“What the hell?”

“Twenty pizzas are all yours,” the girl said, and turned and whistled, and three more girls spilled out of her car, laden with boxes and boxes of pizzas.

Cougar came to stand beside Jake, watching the proceedings with an unreadable expression.

“Well, I can see why you’re a Cougar Lover,” the delivery girl said. She and her friends deposited nearly two dozen pizzas on the front step, turned, and headed back down the steps to the car idling at the curb.

“What the hell?” Jake said again, baffled.

“By the way,” the delivery girl called out, pulling open the passenger door, “HardFulcrum says hi.”

And then she climbed in, and the car peeled away.

HardFulcrum. Jake’s number one hacking rival. He stared down at the pizzas, baffled. Then he dug his phone out of his pocket.

“Hey, Pooch, Jolene, Clay, Aisha, come on over for some pizza. We’re having a pizza party. And a hacking party.” Jensen leaned down, scooped up a box of pizza, and headed inside.

He had a job to do.

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Any, Any, Firewalker

[cozy-coffee.livejournal.com]

9-1-1; Lone Star, TK/Carlos, A Christmas Story

[cozy-coffee.livejournal.com]

9-1-1, Eddie/Buck, After Hours

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any, any, My Only Sunshine

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any, any, Map of the Human Heart

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any, any/any, Say Anything

[cornerofmadness.livejournal.com]

The X-Files, Dana Scully, Fox Mulder Aliens

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Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Angel the series, any, Die Hard

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Prodigal Son, any, Grave of the Fireflies

[cornerofmadness.livejournal.com]

Lucifer, any, Wings of Desire

Fill: + Desire of the Endless

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

“Do you miss your wings?”

Lucifer lifted his head but didn’t lift his hands off of the piano keys. The person standing beside his piano was beautiful, pale-skinned, with golden eyes and dark hair, smelling subliminally of fine wine and summer peaches.

Even in the spotlight shining on Lucifer’s grand piano, the person had two shadows, one sharp-edged, one wavering.

“Sometimes,” Lucifer admitted, because he wasn’t a liar. He thought of the time he’d stood in Hell, knife in hand, and sliced off his own wings. Shortly thereafter he’d handed the keys to hell over to this person’s older brother.

“Do you ever want them back?”

“Better to rule in hell than serve in heaven and all that,” Lucifer drawled.

Desire leaned on the piano, showing off a creamy expanse of chest that had only the faintest hint of curves. “I could get them for you.”

“I’m not really interested in being a pawn in one of your games, Your Grace.”

Desire laughed, the sound deep and throaty. “Your Grace. I like it.”

“You are sovereign of your own realm, as I once was of Hell. But also you are Desire. Desire is not always graceful, but…” Lucifer trailed off, eyeing Desire sidelong.

They were smoking a cigarette with a long-handled holder, and they were dressed exquisitely in a pin-striped suit, the neckline of the jacket plunging, the trousers hugging every curve of hip and thigh. Sleek, strong muscle rippled beneath the sleeves.

“Do you want something else?” Desire asked. “Like...her?”

Chloe stepped up to the bar and leaned in to talk to Mazikeen.

Lucifer said, “There are many things I want, but I do not always take what I want. Contrary to popular belief, I am not a glutton.”

Desire arched one finely-drawn brow, and Lucifer added, “Not all the time.”

“Well, if you ever change your mind, you know where to find me.” Desire smiled -- and reached out, ran their hand down Lucifer’s back, right over the scars no one else ever dared to touch.

Lucifer couldn’t help but shiver, both in pleasure and in pain, and then Desire was on the dancefloor, twining between an amorous couple.

Chloe said, “Old flame?”

Lucifer laughed. “No. I wouldn’t dare. I’d get burned.”

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MCU, Sam Wilson/Bucky Barnes, Date Night (2010)

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MCU, Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, Midnight in Paris (2011)