Wednesday: Spin a record!

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Hello, everyone. I’m nagi_schwarz and today's theme is album titles! Prompts can be titles of any album.

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 the fandom's full name
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...
+ BBC Sherlock, Sherlock Holmes + any, Oddinary (Stray Kids)
+ Stargate Atlantis, Rodney McKay +/ any, 5 Star (Stray Kids)
+ MI5|Spooks, Lucas North +/ any, No Easy (Stray Kids)

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 2023 collection. See further notes on this new option here.

Not feeling any of today’s prompts? You can use LJ’s advanced search options to limit keyword results to only comments in this community.

While the use of LJ's advanced search options is available, bookmarking the links of prompts you like might work better for searching in the future.

Comments

[schweinsty.livejournal.com]

The Martian, any, The Dark Side of the Moon (Pink Floyd)

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MCU, Bucky Barnes, Blinking Lights and Other Revelations (Eels)

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Guardians of the Galaxy/MCU, Peter Quill + any, Daisies of the Galaxy (Eels)

Mini Fill: + Mantis

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

“So, you’re, like…a space snail?” Peter gestured at Mantis’s antenna thingies. “I mean, your name is Mantis, but you don’t really give me praying mantis vibes.”

Mantis just cocked her head at him.

Peter cleared his throat and plowed ahead. “So if you’re a space snail, I’m guessing there are other space insects, right? Insect people of the galaxy? Are there…flower people of the galaxy? You know, like — daisies. Daisies of the galaxy would be nice.”

Mantis’s eyes lit up. “Ah, you wish to witness the Horde of Blossoms?”

“Horde?”

Mantis nodded.

A quick trip through hyperspace later, and they were standing in the middle of what looked like a garden paradise, all lush lawns, majestic trees, flowing waterfalls, babbling brooks, and flowers of all colors.

“This looks nice,” Peter said, though he was a little disappointed. Surely an alien garden would be cooler somehow?

And then Mantis closed her eyes, and the tips of her antennae glowed, which meant she was using her mojo, and then —

There was a flash of light.

Peter hissed and shielded his eyes with one hand, reaching for his blaster with the other.

When the light faded, he could see — well, a horde.

Of people. With hair all kinds of colors.

The same colors as the flowers had been.

The flowers were gone, and these aliens were here in their stead.

Their hair color was less important than the array of weapons all of them — male, female, neither, both — were bristling with.

Peter cleared his throat. “Ah — hi. We come in peace. Um. Dance party?”

As one, the horde of flowers yelled.

Peter flinched back, stepping between Mantis and the nearest purple-haired creature with a double-headed axe, but out of nowhere bouncy music began to play, and the horde of flowers, they began to dance and sing.

“Daisies,” Peter shouted to Mantis over the din, grooving to the music, “are awesome!”

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

BBC Sherlock, Sherlock Holmes + any, Oddinary (Stray Kids)

Fill:

[thesmallhobbit.livejournal.com]

“There’s something wrong about this case,” Sherlock muttered. “In so many ways it’s just ordinary, mundane, boring, not worthy of my consideration. And yet…”

“Carry on,” John replied, “you mean there’s something which isn’t quite right.”

“Exactly. There’s a sense that whoever committed that particular crime went to a great deal of effort to make it seem ordinary and that’s what’s so odd about it. It’s oddinary.”

“There’s no such word.”

“There is because I have just said it. The thing is while most people generally do exactly the same thing every day there’s often something slightly different, they sit on a different seat on the bus, or they buy a different muffin on the way into work, or even they wear a different pair of socks. But our victim seems to have made a point of doing exactly the same thing. Why?”

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, Rodney McKay +/ any, 5 Star (Stray Kids)

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MI5|Spooks, Lucas North +/ any, No Easy (Stray Kids)

Fill:

[thesmallhobbit.livejournal.com]

Lucas threw the bedding back onto his bed and then sat on top of them. There was no easy way to do it, he would just have to tender Harry his resignation. He knew he was struggling, but he wasn’t going to admit it, much less accept any offer of counselling. He’d resign and then what? He could find a job elsewhere, manual labour probably, and just step back from commitments of any sort.

At that point someone hammered on his door and Ros shouted, “Lucas, open up or Adam’s going to have to break the door down and Malcolm’s not sure he can get the repair bill through on expenses without Harry noticing.”

Reluctantly he walked over and opened the door, intending to block whoever tried to come in. He was no match for the combined presence of Ros, Adam, Jo and Malcolm.

“Right, team, you know what to do,” Ros said.

Instantly, Jo went into the tiny kitchen and Lucas heard her making coffee for everyone, while Malcolm, carrying a number of bags, went into his bedroom. Adam pushed him into a chair and Ros sat on another facing him.

“Lucas,” Ros said, “we know you’ve been finding re-adjustment hard and have refused to ask for help. Which is why we are here. Adam’s offered to put you up for the next few weeks, which will give you more of a break and hopefully take some of the stress off you.”

Lucas shook his head, “I can’t.”

“Yes, you can,” Adam said. “All you need to do is walk downstairs to my car and I will drive you there. If you agree, then Malcolm will pack up your personal possessions, so you won’t have to do that. And you know how thorough Malcolm is, nothing will get forgotten.”

“Harry’s authorised you to work part-time so you can actually get some proper rest,” Ros added. “So what do you say?”

“You make it sound so easy, but it isn’t.”

“We know that. But we’re all here for you and you can take it one step at a time.”

Lucas looked from Ros to Adam and shrugged. “Okay, we can try!”

“Malcolm,” Adam called out, “get packing!”

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Any, any, Incense (Moonbin & Sanha)

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Any, any, Refuge (Moonbin & Sanha)

Fill: Blade 3, Abby/Hannibal, hurt/comfort

[cozy-coffee.livejournal.com]

Abby tries to find sleep, but as the storm wails outside, she suffers a nightmare. She shivers in the chilly night, fearing the wicked monsters in the dark. Blood-red eyes haunt her, and she trembles, her body numbing. Goosebumps dot her skin.

The monster moves in for the kill, and Abby screams, yet there is nowhere for her to run. Break her bones, cut her throat. The monster seeks to take her life. Cruel arms ensnare her, and Abby wails as fangs sink into her throat, draining her life from her. Coldhearted, the vampire discards her corpse upon the earth as her baby blue soul ascends to the heavens.

With an ear-splitting crack of thunder, Abby startles awake in bed, her chest heaving as she gasps for air. Rain drops on the window as lightning flashes brightly. Frantically looking around the room, she sees no threat. It was all a horrible nightmare. There was no vampire lurking in the darkness, driven wild by a thirst for blood.

Hannibal sleeps peacefully next to her, nude, his clothes scattered around the room on the floor. The storm does not disturb him. He sleeps on his stomach, his chest rising and falling as he breathes tranquilly, his arms and legs sprawled out like a starfish. He takes up a large part of the bed, leaving Abby almost hanging off the side. Hannibal looks peaceful without dark nightmares to haunt him the way they frighten her.

Abby looks on with fondness. Her eyes ran down the lines of his nude back, and she ran her finger slowly over the scars. Across the ragged line and down the trail of golden skin. Each scar was blood that he spilled to keep Abby safe.

She cuddles closer to him and hugs his warm body to her; Abby feels safe in his embrace; no nightmares or noisy storm frighten her. He does not wake, but he sighs softly in his sleep and his arms weave tighter around her body, holding Abby close. She loves him dearly. Abby hugs him before she closes her eyes and begins to relax into his arms.

She no longer fears the night, it was only a terrible dream, and if she is in Hannibal’s arms, no monster or storm will steal her sunshine.

♥ END ♥

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Stargate Multiverse, Any, She's So Unusual (Cyndi Lauper)

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MI5|Spooks, Any, Hunting High and Low (A-Ha)

Fill:

[thesmallhobbit.livejournal.com]

“Look, you stupid mutt, I know you know where my keys are,” Adam said, “so why don’t you just find them for me?”

The werewolf bounced round, wagged his tail and refused to help.

“This is not a game of hide and seek. They have to be somewhere, but I’ve looked everywhere I can think of.”

More tail wagging.

“You do understand that if I can’t find my car keys we can’t go out in the car.”

The werewolf bounced to the front door and back, seemingly unperturbed by the threat.

“Is this because I wouldn’t let you sit in the front on the way home yesterday?”

A raised eyebrow.

“If I let you come in the front now, so long as you sit still, will you find my keys?”

In answer the werewolf trotted off and returned with the keys dangling from his mouth.

Adam shook his head, grinned at the werewolf, and then laughed. “You are impossible,” he said.

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Any K-pop/K-drama, Any, Spirit of the 60s (compilation album)

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Any, Any, Sloppy Seconds (Dr. Hook)

No fill (yet)...

[squidgiepdx]

...but he's puttin' on those short-shorts. Let me think about this. :)

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Any sci-fi fandom, any, Disintegration (The Cure)

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Stargate Atlantis, Any + or / or ~ Any, "Mortal City" (Dar Williams)

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The Losers, Carlos "Cougar" Alvarez/Jake Jensen, "I Told You So" (Randy Travis)

Fill: Mistborn AU

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

“I told you so!” Pooch clutched his shoulder, blood streaming from between his fingers. “I told you it was a trap!”

He’d already used up all the health he’d stored. He was as vulnerable as any regular person now.

Jensen knelt beside him, tearing through his field kit for something to dress the wound.

“And I told you that Cougar and I were on it,” he said. If he yanked a little too hard on the bandage and made Pooch curse, oh well.

Rocque sighed and shook his limbs out. “I got this.” And suddenly he doubled in size.

Shouting sounded from outside the abandoned old saloon the team had taken cover in as Rocque literally walked through the wall, splintering wood in his wake.

“It’s a Misting!”

“Technically the term is Feruchemist,” Rocque drawled — and then a body slammed against the side of the building.

There were more shouts.

None of them were Rocque. He just laughed.

Jensen focused on patching up Pooch.

Some curses filled the air, the kinds of things Jensen had always been taught to never say to a lady, so Aisha must have joined the fight.

The only warning Jensen had was the slightest widening of Pooch’s eyes before a man drawled,

“Found you.”

Jensen sighed, raised his hands in surrender, and turned.

The thug standing behind them wore a roughs duster and had a pistol to hand. The pistol itself was cheap, and the thug’s clothes were threadbare. He smirked.

“Now, come real quietly.”

Pooch snorted. “Have you met Jensen? He can’t do anything quietly.”

“Whatever,” was Jensen’s less than witty retort. They had to keep the thug distracted.

After all, there were some things Jensen could do silently.

He and Cougar knew each other inside out, could tell from a breath or a glance what the other one needed.

No matter the distance.

So long as Cougar had his scope.

Jensen saw the faintest glint of glass and knew Cougar had his back.
Cougar would always protect him.

They’d always protect each other.

Jensen gave the signal, a the slightest, quietest hand sign. He burned zinc and then flared the thug’s emotions. The thug panicked.

Jensen dove, caught Pooch, and rolled them across the floor.

A shot rang out a moment later, and the thug dropped in a spray of blood and gore.

Pooch lay on the floor beneath Jensen, groaning. “I told you,” he said. “I told you it was a rusting trap.”

“Yeah, buddy, you told me. Now come on. Let’s catch up to the others and go home.”

Outside, the shouting had stopped. Rocque poked his head through the hole in the wall he’d made.

“Need a hand?”

“Need two,” Jensen said.

Together, they got Pooch to his feet, and the three of them hobbled out into the street. Clay was collecting aluminum bullet casings, because aluminum was expensive, and his crew didn’t exactly live the high life.

Cougar jumped down from his sniper perch and landed in front of Jensen. He said nothing, just patted Jensen down, and then, satisfied Jensen was in one piece, unholstered his pistol and took up rear guard.

Another day, another job well done, and Jensen and Cougar could go on home.

[squidgiepdx]

due South, Benton Fraser/Ray Kowalski, "Cold Frontier" (Show of Hands)

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Hawaii Five-0, Steve McGarrett/Danny "Danno" Williams, "Truth" (TC Carson)

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9-1-1, Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eduardo "Eddie" Diaz, "Sweet Dreams" (Patsy Cline)

[angelus2hot]

Buffy the Vampire Slayer, any m/f pairing, "Almost in Love" (Elvis Presley)

Fill: Dawn/Connor + Buffy

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

“So.” Buffy sat down at the table opposite Dawn, who was diligently sharpening wooden stakes. “Are you in love?”

Dawn set another freshly-sharpened stake down on the table beside the row of ones she’d previously completed. “Almost.”

Buffy raised her eyebrows. “What does that mean?”

“It means I like him a lot but I’m not comfortable saying that word. Yet.” Dawn smiled at her array of stakes and patted one of them fondly. “These look pretty good.”

Deflecting from deep emotional conversations. A common Dawn tactic. Between their dad walking out on them and their mother dying, Buffy supposed she couldn’t blame Dawn for being guarded.
Buffy just wanted her to be happy.

Before Buffy could inquire further, there was a knock at the door.

Buffy rose to answer it, and there he stood on the doorstep, the boy who Dawn was almost in love with.

“Slayer,” he said.

“Connor.” Buffy arched an eyebrow. “What’s up?”

“Came to hang out with Dawn.” Connor said hang out tentatively, like he wasn’t sure he was using the phrase right.

Half vampire raised in a hell dimension to be a vampire hunter was bound to be a little awkward. Not everyone could be a cheerleader.

Buffy stepped back. “Come on in.”

Connor bobbed his head in thanks and stepped into the house. The way his face lit up when he saw all the stakes Dawn had sharpened was both adorable and disturbing at the same time.

Then he held out a plastic bag. “I bought you some nail polish.”

Dawn blinked. “Nail polish?”

“Cordelia says girls like painting their nails when they hang out.”

Dawn grinned. “Awesome! Let’s go get some cotton balls.”

Connor looked confused, but he followed Dawn out of the kitchen.

“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t,” Buffy called after them. She paused, reflected on all the things she would do and had done with a boy, winced, and then sat down to continue sharpening stakes.

A slayer could never have too many.

[angelus2hot]

Farscape, John Crichton/Aeryn Sun, "It Just Comes Natural " (George Strait)

[angelus2hot]

Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Angel(us)/Buffy, "You've Never Been This Far Before" (Conway Twitty)

[angelus2hot]

Bitten, Clayton Danvers/Elena Michaels, "Leave the Light On" (Jeff Bates)

[angelus2hot]

Stargate SG-1, Jack O'Neill/Sam Carter, "When Love Finds You" (Vince Gill)

[schweinsty.livejournal.com]

Stargate: SG-1, Daniel Jackson/Vala Mal Doran, Ruins (First Aid Kit)

[schweinsty.livejournal.com]

Lockwood & Co, Anthony Lockwood + any, Sigh No More (Mumford and Sons)

[cornerofmadness.livejournal.com]

Title: Sigh No More

Summary: Lucy hates that Lockwood internalizes so much pain and grief.

Also on AO3 here. (https://archiveofourown.org/works/48707881)

He was staring at the door again. Lucy doubted Lockwood even noticed her at the top of the stairs and no one would have heard her approach, not with George snoring so obnoxiously he’d beat out the skull in the jar for the title of Obnoxious King. She really wanted to wake him up since he was probably drooling on his research books in the process but they all got so little sleep, she didn’t have the heart. Hearing Lockwood’s heart breaking sigh as he pressed his fingers to her door, Lucy couldn’t go on spying on his private pain.

She took two soft steps backwards then stomped up as if just arriving. This time she caught his attention. Lockwood startled away from his sister’s room and tucked his hands behind him. “Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you. I just found a letter pushed through the mail slot.” Lucy took it out of her pocket and brandished it. “I think this case will interest you.”

He didn’t smile – he rarely did – but the subtle shifting of the lines around his mouth and the brightening of his eyes said Lockwood was interested. “Oh?”

“St. Thomas’s Hospital is reporting pain-filled cries from the old operating theater. No one wants to get near it. I think this note is from one of the nurses but no one took credit. They said hospital administration won’t admit to it, don’t want to ruin the reputation of the hospital.”

Lockwood snorted. “Naturally. Given how operations ran back when that operating theater first started, you can only imagine the pain and the nastiness this haunting will carry with it. We’d better wake up George. He’ll want to get right on this. Good thing someone knew to trust us with this.”

Lucy had wondered about that. Not that Lockwood & Co had a bad reputation. They didn’t but so many didn’t like working with a company run by a young teen. Maybe she was wrong and it wasn’t a nurse who’d sent the note. Maybe it was a young patient who trusted others their age could see and do what adults couldn’t. “Glad to have an excuse to stop the snoring.” She chuckled.

This time a fleeting smile did cross Lockwood’s face. He glanced back at the door one more time with such sadness before rallying. He hustled down the stairs and Lucy followed in his wake. She wished she could help him get past his pain. She wished she could give him a reason to sigh no more but until then, she would do what she did best. Help the team as only she could.