Thursday: The Artist formerly known as…

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Hello, everyone. I’m nagi_schwarz and today's theme is band/artist names! Prompts can be the name of any group or band or artist you desire, including alter egos and splinter groups and subunits and super-groups.

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...
+ Stargate Atlantis, any female character, Cosmic Girls
+ MI5|Spooks, any female character, Girls Day
+ Hawaii 5-0, Steve McGarrett, Born to Beat

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Stargate Atlantis, any female character, Cosmic Girls

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MI5|Spooks, any female character, Girls Day

Fill:

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Ros Myers nodded to herself. It was all going to plan. She stepped onto the Thames river bus and found herself a seat beside a woman in a smart business suit.

“This has to be preferrable to squashing onto the tube,” she remarked.

“I’m not sure you save any time,” the woman replied in an American accent.

Just before the third stop down river and Ros noticed two men, she’d been covertly watching make their way to the exit point. Simultaneously she and the American stood up and made sure they were following the two.

As the men walked up the jetty, the two women continued to follow them closely and Ros said, “Keep walking, you’ll find a taxi waiting.”

The men did us instructed and Jo Portman opened the taxi door and let all four in, before driving them back to the Grid.

The men in custody and about to be interviewed by a combined team from Section D and the CIA, Ros turned to the other two women and said, “I’m finished for the day. How about we all go for a cocktail?”

“Excellent idea!”

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Hawaii 5-0, Steve McGarrett, Born to Beat

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Any, any, Stray Kids

Filled! Stargate Atlantis - Markham/Stackhouse - "Candy for Everybody!" (PG13)

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(Sorry! You're subject to crack this time!)

"I need an adult! I need an adult! I need an adult!"

The fact that it was Stackhouse didn't really surprise John. But the fact that it'd just happened after the stargate connected to M7G-677, the planet with all the kids, was enough to raise an eyebrow. Every Marine had instantly gone on alert, raising their P-90s at the gate. But Stackhouse had just run to the top of the control room stairs, put his hands on his thighs, leaned forward, and gasped for breath as the rest of the away team calmly strolled through the gate.

"Stackhouse, you big baby," Cadman called as she walked in behind Zelenka.

John shook his head. "Lieutenant," John said as he approached her. "Care to give me a rundown as to why my sergeant looks like he was just chased across the galaxy by a dozen Wraith?"

"They're worse than the Wraith," Stackhouse whined between breaths.

Before Cadman could respond, John touched his earpiece. "Sheppard to Markham."

It took a few seconds before he got a, "Markham here," response.

"Marks, you wanna come collect your hysterical husband from the control room?"

"Boo-Boo Bear's back?" Markham replied. "I'll be there in a jiff." John could already hear footfalls through the mic when Markham signed off with, "Markham out."

"Cadman?" John said.

For all her time on Atlantis, Laura Cadman actually blushed. She looked like a child who'd just gotten caught with their hand in the proverbial cookie jar. "Well..." she started, then turned and pointed at Stackhouse. "It's really his own fault."

John leveled his gaze at her. "What did you do?"

Stackhouse interrupted him with an expletive, barely under his breath. When John turned to him, he said, "Sorry. Leiutenant Ass Face."

John ignored the one-fingered salute Cadman gave Stackhouse.

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Any, any, Fifty Fifty

Fill 1/2: Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard + Grace Sheppard

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John sat on a bench at Battery East, watching families walking past and hikers getting ready to hit the Presidio trails. There was an excellent view of the Bay, and the Golden Gate Bridge, and he took it all in while flipping his lucky coin from finger to finger. He had a big decision to make, and he always had a clearer head when he was by the water.

The pleasantly soapy-sweet scent of Chanel No5 heralded the arrival of Grace Sheppard, who joined her son on the bench. She was wearing her favorite purple sundress, the one with little violets all over it.

John glanced over at her, and she looked back at him, and they sat in companionable silence for a little while, until Grace grew impatient.

“Spill it, kid.”

“I’ve been offered a special deployment,” John said. “Don’t know if I want to take it or not.”

“More special than Antarctica?”

“Exponentially so.”

Grace nodded. “Tell me about it.”

John did, without any hesitation. He told his mother about flying General O’Neill to the base at McMurdo and encountering the drone. He told her about the chair and the hologram of the solar system and the annoying guy in the orange fleece who’d immediately started bossing him around. He told her about aliens and an Ancient city and a potentially one-way trip to get to it.

“That’s a lot to take in.”

“Tell me about it,” John muttered. He gave the coin a couple flips with his thumb before running it back over his knuckles.

“Well, you know the drill. Pros and cons. Let’s start with cons.” Grace held up one slender finger. “If it really is a one-way trip, you’ll never see your family again.”

“That might be a pro, Mom.”

Grace clucked her tongue. “Johnny. We talked about you reaching out to your father and David.”

John hunched his shoulders, feeling like a ten-year-old boy instead of the grown man he was. “That’s never gonna happen. You know that.”

“If you can’t find forgiveness, you’ll never be at peace.”

“I’ll chance it.” John couldn’t see a way to bridge the gap between himself and his father. Too much had happened. Too much had been said. They’d been getting along just fine without each other.

Dave? He’d sided with Dad.

“Then give me a con.”

“I don’t know what the food situation is going to be,” John said. That was an easy one. “I’d rather not live on MREs longer than necessary.”

“Pro?”

“Alien city. That’s pretty cool.”

“It sounds dangerous,” Grace said. “That’s a con for me.”

“There’s going to be a contingent of Marines, and some of the smartest nerds in the world. Between them they should be able to handle any situation.”

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Any K-pop/K-Drama, Any, 10,000 Maniacs

Fill: signal, ensemble, post-canon

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Haeyeong slipped into the back of the bullpen and stood beside Soohyun. Gyechul was standing at the very back, arms crossed over his chest, doing his best to look intimidating. While Hanki didn’t exactly look intimidating, fastidious forensic scientist that he was, he nevertheless looked impressive to the newest rank of rookies who were assembled bullpen awaiting their first meeting with their lead detective.

Haeyeong was glad he’d made it before Jaehan had started. So many of the new rookies had heard about Lee Jaehan, who’d cracked big cases — one famous kidnapping, a two serial murder cases, and also uncovered widespread police and political corruption.

The case that mattered most to Haeyeong, though, was his brother’s. Jaehan hadn’t been able to save Sunwoo from being murdered, but he’d at least exonerated Sunwoo after he’d been framed for a heinous crime. For years, Haeyeong had thought his beloved elder brother had committed suicide. Learning the truth, that his brother had been murdered to cover up for the people who’d really committed the crime, had helped Haeyeong’s whole family heal.

And now, after fifteen years working hidden, Lee Jaehan was back.

When he swept into the bullpen, he was already shuffling through some case files. He came up short when he saw the row of uniformed rookie detectives gazing at him with wide eyes. Some had come straight from the police academy. Others, like Euikyung, had started as rookie beat cops schlepping coffee for the senior detectives and being forced to sit on the sidelines while everyone else passed by.

“What’s this?” Jaehan looked to Hyunsu first.

He always looked for her first.

She cleared her throat. “Sunbae, these are your new detectives.”

Jaehan sighed. “What are you all staring at?”

“Maybe you should say a few words to them,” Hanki said. He was big on formality and manners and style and taste.

Jaehan was clearly discomfited. Finally he set the case files on his desk, then looked the rookies over one more time.

He cleared his throat. “There are ten-thousand maniacs in this city right now. It’s our job to catch them. So let’s do our jobs.”

The resounding chorus of Yes sir! Made Haeyeong’s ears ring. Jaehan just looked exhausted.

Then he shook his head, as if to clear it, and scooped up the case files.

“You, serial robbery. Take a partner and go.” He shoved one file at Euikyung.

Euikyung looked delighted for two seconds, and then not one but three of his pretty female fellow rookies latched onto his arm.

“Take me!”

Haeyeong smothered a laugh.

Euikyung still had three people hanging off of him when he finally left the bullpen, file open in one hand.

Jaehan dispensed the rest of the case files, and then he turned to Hyunsu, Gyechul, Hanki, and Haeyeong, the core of his team.

“What case are we taking, sunbae?” Hyunsu asked.

“We’re going to take down a senator.”

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Stargate Atlantis, Any, They Might Be Giants

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Any, Any, The Dream Academy

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MI5|Spooks, Any, Stray Cats

Fill:

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Harry Pearce opened the door to his office, took one look inside and slammed it shut again. He looked round his officers on the Grid and failing to find the one he was after, took another look round before saying, “Could someone explain the contents of my office?”

Ros said, “In trying to escape, Rousseau broke into the downstairs flat and shot the old lady who lives there. We followed and arrested him, and then called an ambulance for the old lady. But it turned out she’d been feeding the stray cats, and there were a number in her kitchen.”

“We couldn’t leave them there,” Jo added, “so we brought them back and put them into your office as a temporary measure while we waited for the RSPCA. They should be here soon.”

“Are you telling me that for once Lucas wasn’t in anyway involved?” Harry said.

Ros grinned. “No, he was the one who suggested we bring them back and found suitable bags and boxes to carry them in.”

“Of course he was.”

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Stargate Multiverse, Any (+/ any), The Fun Boy Three

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Stargate Atlantis, Any/Any, "Willow"

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The Losers, Carlos "Cougar" Alvarez/Jake Jensen, "Peaches"

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Letterkenny, Wayne/Daryl, "Snow Patrol"

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Stargate Atlantis, Any/Any, "Show of Hands"

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Merlin, Merlin/Arthur Pendragon, "Eve"

Fill

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“On the eve of the King Arthur’s coronation,” the storyteller said, “the humble servant Emrys came to his throne room where he knelt, meditating, and golden flames rose around him.”

“If I recall, you were meditating, not snoring,” Merlin murmured, elbowing Arthur.

They were both seated on a hewn log near the village’s central bonfire, listening to a troubadour and storyteller entertain the locals.

Hunith cast them both a look, and Merlin ducked his head apologetically.

The storyteller continued, her voice hushed, everyone leaning in to hear.

“And that great sorcerer, the one foretold by the great Taliesin himself, he said, ‘O Once and Future King, see my magic, how it is great and also how it is good. Rescind the ban on magic, and I will serve you with all my power.’”

Arthur huffed. “As I recall, you stuttered an awful lot and your knees were walking together. And there was no fire.”

Gwen twisted around and glared. “Can’t we just enjoy the story?” she hissed.

Morgana, damn her, just looked amused.

“And now,” the storyteller said, “King Arthur Pendragon rules in virtue and wisdom, in harmony with the magic of the earth and skies, of dragons and prophecies, and all our lands are blessed.”

Morgana smirked. “Harmony? Is that what they’re calling it these days?”

Merlin blushed.

One child closer to the fire raised her hand. “Mistress Troubadour, is it true that for six weeks out of the year, King Arthur and Lord Emrys and Lady Morgana and Mistress Guinevere leave the castle in secret and live among us to make sure we’re living well?”

Arthur automatically ducked his head.

“I have never heard such a thing, though I doubt it,” the storyteller said.

“Why not?” Morgana called out. “How would any of us know what his right royal highness even looks like?”

“True,” the storyteller said, and then she narrowed her eyes at Gwen.

Hunith jumped to her feet. “Thank you, Mistress Troubadour, for sharing your skills with us. I think, however, that it is time for little children to be off to bed.”

There was a wordless chorus of disappointment, but Hunith and the other women began herding the children back to their houses while the men fetched wine and mead and some snacks for everyone — including the storyteller — to enjoy.

One little girl reached out and tugged shyly on Arthur’s sleeve before she went.

When he turned to her, she winked and pressed a finger to her lips, and then she followed her mother off to bed.

Once everyone was settled back into their seats and the storyteller had wet her throat, she drew out her harp and grinned.

“Now, who wants to hear the tale of Lady Morgana and the dashing knight Percival?”

“Percy?” Arthur hissed.

Morgana just laughed.

Merlin curled his fingers through Arthur’s and listened.

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Any, any, First Aid Kit

Mini fill: Stargate SG-1, Vala and team

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The sixth time it happened, Vala was prepared.

“Dr. Jackson,” the aged man said, clasping Daniel’s hand, “I would be very grateful if you could lend me some of your skill to ease my pain. I know there’s no cure, but if I could just be clear-headed long enough to see to my final wishes, my family would always be in your debt.”

Daniel stared at him. “I’m sorry, what?”

“You are under an oath the help and heal, yes? You are a doctor, are you not?”

Daniel sighed and pushed his glasses up his nose with one finger. “I’m a doctor of archaeology.”

“And philology and linguistics,” Vala piped up.

Daniel shot her a look.

“What? You only mention it when Rodney McKay is around, and it seems such a shame to keep your accomplishments to yourself.” Vala beamed.

Cam snickered behind one hand.

Vala turned to the old gentleman. “Never fear, though, for I am prepared. Behold! The first aid kit. Yours truly has completed Dr. Caroline Landry’s gate team beginner field medic training, and I am prepared to administer aid for any number of ailments.”

He blinked at her, confused.

Sam grinned at her. “Glad you finally got that done.”

Vala showed off her gleaming white box with the bright blue caduceus on it. “So, what is ailing you, good sir?”

Once Vala had dispensed what pain medicine she could spare, SG-1 headed back to the gate.

Teal’c said, “Perhaps you should cease introducing yourself as Dr. Daniel Jackson.”

“Yeah,” Daniel said. “Maybe I should.” He nudged Vala. “Good job back there.”

“I’m not all fabulousness and thievery,” she said, and smiled at him.

He smiled back, and she felt like she was walking on air all the way back to the gate.

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Good Omens, Crowley + any, The Amazing Devil

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Marvel Cinematic Universe, Any, Escape Club

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Any fantasy fandom, Any, Earth, Wind, & Fire

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author's choice, any immortal, evanescence

Fill: Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay (Good Omens fusion)

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John stands at the top of the observation tower, leaning against the safety railing and looking over fields that had once seen incredible suffering and bloodshed, and now are lush and green. He doesn't need the helpful signage to pick out the landmarks – Cemetery Ridge, Cemetery Hill, Round Tops.

He’d been there in the aftermath of those battles, trying to ease the way for those moving on to their Heavenly reward.

There have been many such battles fought since Adam and Eve high-tailed it out of the Garden. Wars large and small, waged for land, for power, for the absolute certainty that one side was in the right and the other side was in the wrong.

Shades of grey don’t factor into such acts of brutality. You’re either for or against, victor or loser. There’s no room for subtlety.

“We were fighting for freedom,” an older man with a deeply Southern accent tells the two pre-teen girls with him. “The Northerners wanted to destroy our way of life. They’re still trying.”

That’s not how John remembers it, but he holds his tongue. History tells him that nothing he can say will make a difference. He’s heartened to see that, while the one girl nods solemnly, the other looks more skeptical.

The man and his daughters make their careful way back down seven flights of metal steps, and John is left in peace and quiet.

Well, almost.

“Honestly, why do you keep coming back here? Is it pathological with you or something?” Rodney leans backward against the rail and pulls his sunglasses down his nose, revealing his golden, snake-like demon eyes. “The war has been over for nearly a hundred and sixty years. Let it go.”

It’s a fleeting whisp of time to someone who was there at the beginning of all things. A mere blip on radar screen already crowded with historical moments both grand and terrible.

“You weren’t there,” John points out. “You don’t know what it was like.”

“You didn’t have to be there either, angel.”

In the early years, Rodney sewed his fair share of discontent. He never liked getting his hands dirty, though. That's changed since they averted the most recent apocalypse, but John still harbors a bit of resentment that he can’t shake, as much as he can’t stop coming back to this place time and time again.

He can’t forget walking amongst the dead and dying, hearing their cries, their pleas. Some had begged for medical attention, others for their mother or their wife. Humans were so fearful of death. John had done his best to wipe away their tears and hold their hands and promise them they’d have a whole new life once their earthly bounds had been broken.

“I can’t fight beside them,” John says softly, “but I can remember their sacrifice. What happened should never be forgotten.”

“But it will be, and there’s not much you can do about it,” Rodney replies, not unkindly. “Humans are always re-writing their pasts. Hiding the ugliness. You coming here and brooding about it about doesn’t help anyone.”

John knows that. It’s the way of things for humans, has been from the first when Eve was portrayed as the villain that got her and Adam kicked out of the Garden. The truth had an evanescence all its own.

Rodney pushes his sunglasses back up and claps his hands together. “You’re very depressing today. Come on. Let’s go.”

“Go where?” John asks but follows Rodney down the stairs.

“Improbably, we’re going to Oshkosh.”

“Oshkosh, by gosh?” John teases, which earns him a scowl.

“Don’t make me change my mind.”

There’s only one thing worth doing in Oshkosh – the AirVenture air show – and John is touched that Rodney wants to go there with him; he doesn’t have the same appreciation for the history of flight that John does.

He hooks his arm around Rodney’s neck once they’re back on terra firma. “I’ll drive.”

“Don’t make me regret this,” Rodney warns. But instead of pulling away, he pressed just a little bit closer.

Gettysburg may have permanently lodged itself inside John's skull, flaring to life every so often like a particularly nasty migraine, but Rodney has lodged himself in John’s heart.

In the grand scheme of eternity, that’s one thing never to be forgotten or rewritten or whitewashed over.

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Prodigal Son, Any, Living in a Box

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Hannibal (tv), Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham, muse

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author's choice, author's choice, Poets of the Fall

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Highlander (tv), the Horsemen, The Gang of Four

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DCU, Jason Todd & Tim Drake & Stephanie Brown & Damian al Ghul Wayne, The Replacements