geumyoil: Theme Album Titles

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Hello, everyone. I’m nagi_schwarz and today's theme is album titles. Prompts can be album titles or anthology titles or album series titles. Thanks to everyone who has left prompts and written fills!

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, No Limit (Monsta X)
+ Stargate Atlantis, Rodney McKay/John Sheppard, All Yours (Astro)
+ BBC Sherlock, Sherlock Holmes, Rumination (SF9)
+ The Sandman, Morpheus + any, The Dreaming (Monsta X)
+ Cowboy Bebop, Spike Spiegel, Dream Part 1 (Astro)

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[cornerofmadness.livejournal.com]

Prodigal SOn, Malcolm Bright + any Beautiful Trauma (P!Nk)

[cornerofmadness.livejournal.com]

Doctor Who, The Doctor (10 or 11) + any, The Circus At The End Of The World (Abney Park)

[cornerofmadness.livejournal.com]

any, any, relentless (Citizen Soldier)

Fill: King's Affection, Jung Jiwoon + Eunuch Hong

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

“You’re relentless,” Jiwoon said.

Eunuch Hong shrugged his massive shoulders. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Scribe Jung.”

“The entire time I was having tea and treats with the Queen and her best friend, you were just -- looming.” Jiwoon eyed the shorter, broader man. Eunuchs were servants, dedicated their life to keeping things in the palace running smoothly. There was so much they knew that they shouldn’t know, that they kept quiet about. There was so much they carried on their shoulders. He’d always assumed they’d have a certain animus toward the people they served.

But Eunuch Hong seemed quite fond of -- and protective of -- the King. Of course, if anyone found out about the King’s secret, that the King was really a woman, it would mean Eunuch Hong’s life, but Jiwoon was pretty sure Eunuch Hong’s fierce defense of the King was more than just enlightened self-interest. After all, they’d grown up together, Eunuch Hong and the King.

“I was ensuring that the treats sent over by the King were well-received by the Queen and her dining guests so that I could make a full report to His Majesty afterward,” Eunuch Hong said, all innocence.

Jiwoon sighed. “Look -- about the King. I’m not going to break her heart. I promise. I’m not even interested in the Queen’s friend.”

Eunuch Hong met Jiwoon’s gaze soberly. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”

“I’m definitely not interested in the Queen’s friend.”

“Doesn’t mean you won’t break the King’s Heart.”

Jiwoon wasn’t sure how to respond to that. It wasn’t as if the king hadn’t broken his heart by refusing to stay with him after they’d both escaped the confines of the palace. Jiwoon eyed Eunuch Hong some more, but the man was as immovable as one of the palace walls, so Jiwoon turned and headed back to the Royal Secretariat offices.

Eunuch Hong was dogging his heels every step of the way.

He really was relentless.

[cornerofmadness.livejournal.com]

Prodigal Son, any, Hearts in Armor (Trisha Yearwood)

[toaster-hacker.livejournal.com]

Hawkeye (all media types), Clint Barton &/or Kate Bishop, Chocolate Starfish and the Hot Dog Flavored Water (Limp Bizkit)

[toaster-hacker.livejournal.com]

Any, Any, The Pursuit Begins When This Portrayal of Life Ends (Evans Blue)

[toaster-hacker.livejournal.com]

Any, Any, The Price of Being a Rose is Loneliness (D'erlanger)

Fill: Astro, Dongmin + Minhyuk

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

The price of being a rose is loneliness.

Dongmin had never appreciated the words that his mother would whisper to him in the aftermath of someone complimenting his fair face or his excellent grades or his skill with the piano or violin or flute or guitar. She’d been trying to warn him of this very moment. Every time she’d said, Hey, ugly, there’s someone out there better than you, he’d flinched, pricked as if by thorns, because she was his mother. She was supposed to love him and adore him, wasn’t she?

She was beautiful, intelligent, talented. Everyone always talked about how he got his height and his build from his father but his looks and his skills from his mother.

And then Dongmin found himself sitting in a glass box, surrounded by roses and lights, while people looked on and cooed over him, his perfect face, his flawless skin, his doe eyes, and he realized what his mother had been trying to save him from.

People wanted to look and touch and take and keep -- but not care. He was just an ornament to be sat upon a shelf, gathering dust.

He was just a piece of art to be placed into a glass box (”https://i.pinimg.com/originals/00/c5/04/00c50448e5d3474da872de945a970874.jpg”) and looked upon.

And then one day Minhyuk came along, and he reached through the walls of the glass box, parting glass like he was plucking strings (”https://kpopreviewed.files.wordpress.com/2019/11/astro_blueflame-1.jpg”), and in between the beats of the music, he pulled Dongmin free.

“Where are we going?” Dongmin asked, holding Minhyuk’s hand as they ran and ran and ran.

Minhyuk smiled, soft as falling moonbeams. “Somewhere you can see the sky.”

When they finally made it outside, Dongmin had no idea where they were, having been so long trapped in the manor and the academy corridors and concert halls and libraries and finally that glass prison.

But there was swaying grass and a few scattered trees and overhead the moon glowing silver in the night sky.

“What now?” Dongmin asked.

Minhyuk said, “Whatever you want, till the sun comes up.”

“And then?”

“And then you wake up.”

[toaster-hacker.livejournal.com]

Any, Any, Answer That and Stay Fashionable (AFI)

[templefugate.livejournal.com]

Any, any, 21 at 33 (Elton John)

[templefugate.livejournal.com]

Any, any, In Our Lifetime (Marvin Gaye)

[templefugate.livejournal.com]

Any, any, Rumours (Fleetwood Mac)

Fill: Sandman, Desire + Daniel!Dream

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

“I have heard rumors,” Desire said.

Daniel looked up from the map he’d been studying, of the Outer Skerries of The Dreaming. “Have you?”

“That you’re planning on leaving us sooner than is required.” Desire crossed their arms over their chest and leaned against a tall marble sculpture of a winged, scaled, fanged creature that only existed in the dreams of a palace maid from the year 1527 in Old Joseon.

“If I am required to leave you by a certain time, then surely my leaving early is of no offense,” Daniel said.

Desire tilted their head, studying him with narrowed eyes. “That’s not how things are done.”

“Are you sure you’re my sibling Desire? The Desire I know is always encouraging people to do what they want and take what they want and be what they want.” Daniel returned to studying the map, tracing his fingertips along lost continents.

“Or die trying,” Desire drawled. “Tell me, brother, Dream, are you planning on dying?”

Daniel thought of the former Dream’s lover, Nada, being reborn so she would forget him even as he was unable to ever forget her, and he said, “No, I’m planning on living.”

Before Desire could inquire further, their attention was diverted by a summons from Despair, their twin, and they vanished in a puff of smoke that was scented like summer peaches and fine wine.

Daniel tapped the map, a small island inhabited by the Blue Turtles of the Dreaming, and smiled to himself. His replacement was dreaming there now.

[templefugate.livejournal.com]

Any, any, Where Did Our Love Go (The Supremes)

[cozy-coffee.livejournal.com]

9-1-1, Buck/Eddie, Set My Heart on Fire Immediately (Perfume Genius)

[templefugate.livejournal.com]

The Hobbit, Fili & Kili, The Royal Scam (Steely Dan)

[cozy-coffee.livejournal.com]

any, any, Ungodly Hour (Chloe x Halle)

[cozy-coffee.livejournal.com]

9-1-1: Lone Star, Carlos/TK, What's Your Pleasure? (Jessie Ware)

[cozy-coffee.livejournal.com]

any, any, Heaven to a Tortured Mind (Yves Tumor)

Fill - Dreams

[goddess47]

How was this his life?

Severus always wondered what had brought him to this place. A place he never expected a chance to reach.

Serving two masters, each Dark in their own way, had been pure torture. His life had not been his own and teaching at Hogwarts had been its own special form of punishment.

Being Headmaster had been worse. The line he walked was thinner and the dangers loomed no matter how much he tried.

A final confrontation with Voldemort ended violently. Nagini struck again and again. What help did come, came too late. Or so he thought.


"Come back to me," Harry murmured.

Severus rolled over in their bed, half awake. The dreams had been too real.

Warm hands soothed his chilled skin. "There you are!" Harry grinned. He leaned in for a soft kiss.

"Nightmare," Severus groaned. "Headache."

"Take this." Harry held a vial of his own potion. A soother for such nights.

Severus drank willingly. Any chance to escape the nightmare and to live in this new dream. One that was real.

As the draught worked, Severus relaxed against Harry.

"That's better, my love," Harry soothed.

If this was a dream, he'd gladly sleep forever.

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Astro, any (+/any), The Dream of the Blue Turtles (Sting)

Fill: Minhyuk +/ Dongmin, fusion with The Sandman

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

“What is this place?” Dongmin asked, hesitating on the boat.

Minhyuk had already hopped out and was up to his ankles in the breakers. He offered Dongmin a hand. “This is the Isle of the Blue Turtles. I dream here.”

Dongmin accepted Minhyuk’s hand, and stepped out of the boat. Together they pushed it up onto the sand. While they’d been fleeing from Dongmin’s parents’ manor -- and the faceless, black-hooded guards who had surrounded the manor like a wall of black, icy flames -- Dongmin hadn’t appreciated that the little boat, which Minhyuk had rowed tirelessly for seemingly forever as the moon crossed the sky, was made of silver scales that glittered like starlight.

“You...dream here? Don’t you mean you live here?”

“Well, I do live here,” Minhyuk said. “Few people live in The Dreaming like I do. Few humans, I mean. But when you live in The Dreaming, well, you dream.”

He started up the pale blue sand, and Dongmin followed, because he hadn’t let go of Minhyuk’s hand, and he didn’t want to. Maybe he was a little afraid that if he let go of Minhyuk’s hand he’d wake up and be back in the glass box.

“What happens when you wake up?” Dongmin asked. If Minhyuk woke up, would Dongmin be all alone?

“Nothing,” Minhyuk said. “Since I live here.”

“What if I wake up?”

“Then you’ll be back in the waking world.”

Minhyuk led Dongmin along the sand to a series of wading pools, around which grew purple and pink and orange foliage, each pool a little oasis -- and home to plodding blue turtles with sapphires embedded in their shells.

“But am I really dreaming?” Dongmin asked. He crouched down and reached out to pet one of the turtles.

It stilled, allowing him to trace the lines on its shell. The shell felt -- soft. Velvety. Should turtles feel like that?

Minhyuk nodded. “Yes, you’re really dreaming.”

“This all feels so --” Dongmin couldn’t say real, though. Nothing in his life had ever quite felt real. He eyed Minhyuk. “Are you human?”

“I am. I’m the only human who lives in The Dreaming, besides my mother.”

“What about the other people here?” Dongmin kept petting the turtle. He was pretty sure it smiled at him.

“Some people here are dreamers. Others are dreams. Or nightmares. Creations of the Dream King.” Minhyuk plopped down beside some curling purple fronds, and a turtle crawled onto his lap like an affectionate puppy. Surely real turtles didn’t behave this way.

“Nightmares?” Dongmin echoed.

Minhyuk nodded.

“Have you ever encountered one? A nightmare.”

Minhyuk nodded again, tracing some kind of swirling pattern on the turtle’s back.

“If you’re human, how did you end up here? You and your mother.” Dongmin cast about, but there was no sign of Minhyuk’s mother, or even some kind of shelter in which they could live. Were they homeless?

“I don’t know,” Minhyuk said softly. “My mother doesn’t know she’s not a dreamer. She thinks she’s still dreaming.”

“What happens if you come back to the waking world?”

“I can’t leave her here alone.”

“What if both of you came with me? When I wake up.”

Minhyuk looked up at Dongmin and smiled sadly. “I’m sorry, Dongmin. It doesn’t work like that. When you wake up, you probably won’t even remember me.”

Dongmin reached out and curled his hand around Minhyuk’s wrist. “You set me free. I should set you free.”

“I wish it was that easy.”

Suddenly Dongmin wanted to always have Minhyuk by his side, to never let him go, to hold him and kiss him and --

Dongmin woke up.

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, Evan Lorne (+/ any), Time, Tequila & Therapy (Old Dominion)

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Forever, Henry Morgan (+ any), Human (OneRepublic)

Fill: Drabble

[thesmallhobbit.livejournal.com]

“Bad day?” Abe asked. He passed Henry a mug of coffee and took a seat to wait until Henry was ready to reply.

Henry drank gratefully, before saying, “Why is it, despite all my years, I still find some things hard to accept? You’d think I should have come to terms with the ways some people treat others.”

“You may be stuck with immortality,” Abe replied, “but you are still human and, if anything, I’d say you’re finding it harder now, as you watch the way people fail to learn from the past. I wouldn’t want you to be different.”

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Marvel Cinematic Universe, Any, December (Kenny Loggins)

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Any, Any, When We All Fall Asleep, Where Do We Go? (Billie Eilish)

Fill: Astro, Dongmin + Myungjun + Baby MV

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

“Hyung,” Dongmin said to Myungjun in a low voice after their piano instructor stepped out of the room to take an urgent call, leaving them to work on some theory problems. “Where do we go when we sleep?”

Myungjun stared at him. “Go? To bed, you mean?”

“No, I mean -- when we dream. Do we go to some kind of dream land?” What had it been called. Dongmin couldn’t remember.

He could remember blue turtles, and moonlight, and the soft sound of strings being plucked.

And roses.

The roses still made him shiver.

Myungjun snorted and shook his head. “What nonsense is this? When we dream, it’s our brain firing neurons. That’s all. Dreaming and sleeping are vital to our survival, don’t get me wrong. Scientists have only recently discovered that dreaming is the way our brain sorts and stores memories, makes connections between newly-learned information and other information, and also deletes unnecessary memories, and also processes trauma.”

For all that Myungjun was bright and cheery, he was also fiercely intelligent. It was easy to forget how smart he was when he was chasing Sanha around the hagwon common room with a bubble gun.

But Dongmin remembered The Dreaming. And he wanted to go back.

“What makes you ask all of a sudden?” Myungjun eyed him.

“Do you know a boy named Minhyuk?” Dongmin asked, and immediately regretted it.

“Kang Minhyuk who’s Jinwoo’s drummer friend, Lee Minhyuk who’s Jinwoo’s friend Jooheon’s friend, Lee Minhyuk who’s Jinwoo’s friend Hyeonggu’s friend, or --”

“Never mind.”

Myungjun leaned in. “Heol, does the virtuously studious Lee Dongmin have a crush?”

“No!” Dongmin hissed, but he knew the heat in his cheeks belied his denial.

“This Mystery Minhyuk must be something else, if he’s got you being all dreamy-minded.” Myungjun grinned and then resumed his work.

Dongmin sighed and continued his own work.

By the time he returned home, it was after eleven. His mother had left a snack on the kitchen counter, cut fruit, so he carried it up to his room to study some more, but he kept getting distracted by memories. Of high cheekbones and deep, dark eyes that glimmered with starlight, and soft lips, and strong hands, and --

Dongmin fell asleep.

When he woke, he was standing outside of what look liked a little shop. It was called the D.Store, with the sign lit in rainbow colors, and Dongmin blushed, because he knew enough English and English slang to --

The door opened, and a boy stepped out. He wore neat black trousers and a white button-down shirt. Was he a store clerk? He turned the sign on the door from Closed to Open (it was also a rainbow), and then he spotted Dongmin.

Dongmin instinctively ducked back behind the tree he was standing near.

The boy peered through the branches at him, and then he offered a hand, smiling reassuringly, so Dongmin stepped out from behind the tree and -- he didn’t quite take the boy’s hand, but he followed him into the store.

Which was some kind of old-fashioned soda shop, complete with a record player in the corner, little booths, more rainbow lights, coolers full of sodas in glass bottles also in a rainbow array of colors. There were flowers everywhere, and it looked quite charming.

The boy led Dongmin to one of the booths, so he slid into it, and the boy handed him a menu.

“What would you like to drink?”

And then Dongmin really looked at the boy -- and it was Minhyuk.

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

MI-5|Spooks, Lucas North, No Limit (Monsta X)

Fill:

[thesmallhobbit.livejournal.com]

“Dad!” Wes Carter shouted. “Father Christmas is at the door.”

Adam, who had not long arrived home, stomped out, ready to tell the carol singer to go away and leave them in peace. He stopped in astonishment as Father Christmas was not wearing a red outfit, but a dark blue coat and a black woolly hat. He was, however, carrying a large sack which was bulging in a way that suggested it was full of presents.

“Lucas,” Adam said. “Come in!”

Lucas entered and placed both the sack and a weekend bag on the floor, before removing his coat. “I didn’t think you’d appreciate me arriving down the chimney,” he said. Wes sidled over and tried to peer inside the sack, but Lucas was too quick. “You’ll have to wait until Christmas Day.”

“Why don’t you put your sack by the tree,” Adam said. “Then come into the kitchen and I’ll pour us both a drink.”

Lucas did as suggested, and then joined Adam in the kitchen.

“You really didn’t need to spend all that money on us,” Adam said.

“It was my pleasure. You’ve done so much for me, and I wanted to say thank you. As a child there were always limits on what I could have, and so this year I decided there would be no limit.”

He leaned across the table and he and Adam kissed.

A voice from the kitchen doorway said, “Purrr-lease!”

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, Rodney McKay/John Sheppard, All Yours (Astro)

Fill -- All Yours

[goddess47]

The voice sent a shiver down his spine.

"Major, think about where we are in the solar system."

John really wanted to say Oh. There you are! but he swallowed that instinctive reply and instead focused on the solar system that popped into his head from the chair.

What came out was "Did I do that?" instead.

Finally looking into blue eyes was a relief. And painful. He had learned the hard way to keep his emotions to himself and this was not the time to give in to what his heart wanted.

Blue Eyes was named Dr. Rodney McKay.


John feigned reluctance to ensure he wasn't separated from Rodney. O'Neill might or might not understand -- he saw the way O'Neill looked at Jackson -- but there were others that would not.

Then there were aliens, space ships, nuclear weapons, bugs, and Wraith. Problems came fast and furious but Rodney was a constant. Irascible, scared, brilliant but always there.

When Rodney lost his intelligence, he never lost his memory of John. John hung on to that like a lifeline. Without Rodney he would be lost.

Getting Rodney back was a relief. Even Jennifer Keller could not dampen his joy.



It turns out 'home' is relative. Jennifer thought of Earth as home. She left for Earth hoping to take Rodney with her. Like a prize she had won.

But Rodney considered Atlantis home now. John shouldn't have felt relieved when Jennifer left without a backward glance.

Then DADT was stricken from the books and John found himself with an armful of astrophysicist.

"Didn't think I could have you," Rodney murmured into John's skin.

"Yours. All yours," John replied. A lifetime of repression burbled up and out and over his lips.

For John, home was Rodney McKay and would always be.

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

BBC Sherlock, Sherlock Holmes, Rumination (SF9)