comment_fic | Tuesday: Song Lyrics

Hello, everyone. I’m

nagi_schwarz, your host for the week. Today's theme is song lyrics! Prompts can be anything from the lyrics to chart-topping pop songs to the words of an ancient ballad.

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
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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...
+Any, any, Isn't it lonely? / I'd do anything to make you want me / I'd give it all up if you told me / That I'd be / The number one girl in your eyes (Number One Girl - Rose)

+Any, any, You're not alone / Look at my shadow, I'm behind you like a ghost / Mission "die a legend" is a go (Come Play - Stray Kids)

+Any, any, And I can make you every promise that has ever been made / And I can make all your demons be gone / But I'm never gonna make it without you / Do you really wanna see me crawl (Out Of Nothing At All - Air Supply)

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From:

nagi_schwarz

Any, any, Isn't it lonely? / I'd do anything to make you want me / I'd give it all up if you told me / That I'd be / The number one girl in your eyes (Number One Girl - Rose)

From:

nagi_schwarz

Any, any, You're not alone / Look at my shadow, I'm behind you like a ghost / Mission "die a legend" is a go (Come Play - Stray Kids)

From:

nagi_schwarz

Any, any, And I can make you every promise that has ever been made / And I can make all your demons be gone / But I'm never gonna make it without you / Do you really wanna see me crawl (Out Of Nothing At All - Air Supply)

From:

nagi_schwarz

Any, any, If you wanna come play / You gotta start with me / And the monsters in my head (Come Play - Stray Kids)

From:

nagi_schwarz

Any, any, Got blood on my hands / And you're my revenge / You pushed me to the edge (Come Play - Stray Kids)

From:

cozy_coffee

any & any, If I cannot bring you comfort, then at least I'll bring you home. (The Closing of the Year, Wendy & Lisa)

Edited Date: 2024-12-03 09:32 pm (UTC)

From:

drabblewriter

On AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/62108827

From:

nagi_schwarz

Thank you for the fill!

From:

cozy_coffee

This was such a perfect and wonderful fill!!! Thank you!

From:

cozy_coffee

any, any, Did You Ever Have a Dream? (David Bowie)

Edited Date: 2024-12-03 09:33 pm (UTC)

From:

cozy_coffee

Any, Be kind to your sleeping heart. (Hafiz - Awake Awhile)

Edited Date: 2024-12-03 09:33 pm (UTC)

From:

cozy_coffee

Hannibal (TV), Hannibal/Will + any, Be our guest...You're alone/And you're scared But the banquet's all prepared. Be our guest, Be our guest, Be our guest!

From:

brumeier

Any, Any/Any,

Strangers when we met, lovers as we leave
Christmas to remember, too good to believe
Don't know how or when, but I know we'll meet again
Blowin' back to somewhere like some wild restless winter's wind
(Dolly Parton)

From:

brumeier

Any, Any,

I'll be home for Christmas
You can plan on me
Please have snow and mistletoe
And presents on the tree
(Bing Crosby)

From:

brumeier

Any, Any,

City sidewalks, busy sidewalks, dressed in holiday style
In the air there's a feeling of Christmas
(Dean Martin)

From:

smallhobbit

Henry Morgan made his way down the sidewalk, dodging round the crowds who all seemed obsessed by Christmas shopping and taking no notice of anyone who was struggling to make their way through. He knew it was Christmas, but somehow he didn't feel caught up in the atmosphere. And then he turned the corner and spotted Abe's Antiques. His heart leapt as he saw Abe putting up decorations in the window; they were a bit kitsch, but the nostalgia suited the shop and more than that, they were original decorations, ones that he and Abigail had hung up when Abe was young. Suddenly he was hit by the sense that Christmas was indeed coming and there was still plenty to celebrate. He smiled, quickened his pace and hurried to join Abe and help with hanging the last of the decorations.

From:

brumeier

Aww! This is so sweet! I love that seeing Abe hanging up the old family decorations puts Henry in a better holiday mood. Thank you so much!

From:

smallhobbit

Thank you. So often Christmas starts by feeling like so many obligations and then suddenly something sparks and it all changes.

From:

nagi_schwarz

What a lovely little fill. Thank you for sharing! It makes great sense how Henry's sense of Christmas spirit has more to do with his family than just the holiday in general.

From:

smallhobbit

Thank you very much. I imagine Christmas has all sorts of memories for Henry, not all pleasant, but family makes it for him.

From:

luvbarryfefe

I am not familiar with the fandom but I loved this. It's very well-written... and relateable!

From:

smallhobbit

Thank you very much!

From:

brumeier

Any, Any,

It's the hap-happiest season of all
With those holiday greetings and gay happy meetings
When friends come to call
(Andy Williams)

From:

brumeier

Any, Any,

For I've grown a little leaner, grown a little colder
Grown a little sadder, grown a little older
And I need a little angel sitting on my shoulder
I need a little Christmas now
(Kimberly Locke)

From:

nagi_schwarz

Winter always seeped into Seonyul’s bones, dogging his every move, clawing at his skin no matter how many layers he wore.

Snow always reminded him of the night his father died, was murdered, struck down by a speeding car.

Karmic, he supposed, given that he’d struck his killer’s son down with a car.

It was a winter night that should have been happy, Seonyul blessed with good news: he’d be getting the heart transplant he needed.

But that night had broken his heart, and now —

Now as he trudged along the icy street, wrapped in his warmest coat, he wondered if he’d ever enjoy winter again ever enjoy Christmas again. He was older now, leaner, colder, sadder. He was almost glad that his mother had never awakened from her coma long enough to see what he’d become, her fallen son.

Now that he’d achieved his revenge, taken down the corrupt politician who’d held his heart transplant hostage in exchange for his father committing a cover-up murder, what was left for him?

He needed an angel on his shoulder.

He needed a little Christmas spirit — that warmth and hope.

He cast about — and saw a glowing red cross halfway down an alley. Christian churches were sprinkled everywhere through the city, but that seemed like an unlikely place for one.

But then he remembered that priest he’d met at the street tent bar, the one with a face identical to his, the one who’d wielded a glowing blue sword against snarling shadows, the one who’d known sadness and tragedy fit to rival his own.

That priest had been able to smile and comfort others. But then he’d been the opposite of Seonyul, hadn’t he? Chosen to pursue a path of good instead of a path of vengeance.

Seonyul remembered that uncanny blue flame limning the vicious cutting edges of the sword, and the priest’s little cross earrings, and wondered if he could step onto a new path. He’d never been one for religion or faith, too rational to believe in things he couldn’t experience, too bitter and vengeance-driven to have time for hope. But he veered toward that cross, and he found the door it blazed above, and he knocked.

Was it just a coincidence, that the man who answered the door was none other than Father Yohan, from that night at the street tent bar? Seonyul had once believed that the universe was out to get him, had ripped his family from him.

Maybe the universe was done screwing him over.

“Hello, Kwon Seonyul,” Father Yohan said. “What can I do for you this evening?”

Seonyul took a deep breath. “Are you — are you doing anything for Christmas?”

“As in for Christmas day, or as in right now?” Father Yohan tilted his head, wearing a faint smile.

“Either. Both?”

“I am baking some Italian Christmas cookies. Could use a hand. You any good at cooking or baking?” Father Yohan held the door open wider, gesturing for Seonyul to enter.

“I make a mean packet of ramyeon.” Seonyul toed off his shoes just inside the front door.

Tonight, Father Yohan looked more like a Catholic priest, wearing a flowing black cassock and white collar — beneath a frankly ridiculous-looking apron.

“Well, here’s a chance to learn something new. Miho-noona always tells me ladies love a man who can cook or bake, but I’m not really in it for the ladies. At least, not like that.” Father Yohan led Seonyul away from the small chapel and down a side hallway to a modest kitchen — where every flat surface was cluttered with baking trays, mixing bowls, and dustings of flour.

“I bet the ladies love you, though.”

“Never really been in it for the ladies,” Seonyul admitted, feeling his face heat.

“Well, once you master these delicacies, you can tell me if they really work on the ladies.” Father Yohan handed Seonyul a spare apron and showed him where to wash his hands. “You’re not allergic to nuts, are you? These are called baci di dama, or ladies’ kisses. Chocolate hazelnut cookies.”

Seonyul confirmed he wasn’t allergic to nuts. And then he plunged into baking alongside the cheery priest, showing him K-pop Christmas tunes on his phone. He didn’t feel warm, not quite yet, but he figured he was finally headed in the right direction.

From:

brumeier

Thank you so much! Poor Seonyul. That's the problem with the revenge game. Once you finally get it, what do you do next? I'm glad Father Yohan is there to provide an alternative option for him. So good!

From:

nagi_schwarz

You’re so welcome! Couldn’t resist revisiting these characters again.

From:

cornerofmadness

any, any It can't be said I'm an early bird.It's ten o'clock before I say a word(Too Sweet - Hozier)

From:

cornerofmadness

Hazbin Hotel, Angel Dust + Valentino + any of Angel's friends, Don’t think I can take it
With every drama, a piece of me dies
Like some kind of sadist
I think that he likes to see the pain in my eyes (911 by Elise)

From:

cornerofmadness

Hazbin hotel, Angel Dust + Cherri Bomb (+ other friends if you want) Cocaine and drinkin' with your friends (Montero - Lil Nas X)

From:

cornerofmadness

Hazbin Hotel, Angel Dust/Husk, If you fall, I will catch you, I'll be waiting
Time after time (Time After Time by Cyndi Lauper)

From:

squidgiepdx

Stargate Atlantis, Any/Any, "You got me feeling a way, I've never felt before. It's like an anchor that holds me down, you got me wanting more" (Katie Kadan: Unless I Fall In Love)

From:

squidgiepdx

Stargate Atlantis, Any/Any, "I don't listen to the news no more. Like an unwound clock I just don't seem to care." (Bob's Burgers/Jeri Jones: Seabird)

From:

squidgiepdx

Any, Any/Any, "Are you, Are you comin' to the tree?" (Peter Hollins: Come Little Children/The Hanging Tree)

From:

squidgiepdx

Any, Any/Any, "I see a bad moon rising. I see trouble on the way." (Thea Gilmore: Bad Moon Rising)

From:

squidgiepdx

Any, Any/Any, "Run away with me, Lost souls in revelry, Runnin' wild and runnin' free, Two kids, you and me," (X-Ambassadors: Renegades)

From:

nagi_schwarz

The first time Arthur said it, Run away with me, he was drunk and hanging off of Merlin after another banquet where he’d been trotted out in front of a visiting princess like a stallion available for stud.

Arthur was so drunk he only imagined Merlin’s soft sigh and his even softer reply, I’d go anywhere with you.

Arthur was stone-cold sober and sweating, exhausted after a hard morning’s training, when he saw Gwaine flash a grin at Merlin, who was standing beside the water barrel and ladling water into the tin cups of thirsty knights.

“Run away with me,” Gwaine said.

“Apologies, Sir Gwaine, but I have duties to attend to.” Merlin sounded serious, but there was a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Gwaine leaned on the fence beside Merlin and shook out his soft, shaggy hair. “Come on. Two kids, you and me, lost souls in revelry, running wild and running free.”

“You mean you drinking and gambling and me dragging your sorry arse to bed,” Merlin said.

Gwaine chuckled ruefully. “Aye, you know me too well.”

“I’d better stay, but thanks for the offer,” Merlin said.

The second time Arthur said, Run away with me, the kingdom was under attack. He’d ordered everyone to fall back toward the city itself, for peasants to gather inside its walls and soldiers and knights to defend them.

Merlin had stood fast, watching then tidal wave of armor and flame and forces pouring down the hill and into Camelot’s fertile fields.

“Merlin, we have to go! That’s an order!” Arthur shouted.

But Merlin raised one hand, and his eyes glinted golden, and he spoke words Arthur couldn’t understand, and it was like the tidal wave hit a wall.

The third time Arthur said, Run away with me, he was clutching the bars of Merlin’s cell, begging him to let his eyes turn golden again.

But Merlin reached through the bars and said, “No. You must stay here, and become the Once and Future King.” He curved one hand along Arthur’s jaw and gazed at him with blue, blue eyes. “I promise I’ll be by your side. But you cannot trouble yourself for me.”

“Run away with me,” Arthur said again.

What he meant was, Don’t leave me.

But then Merlin pushed him away, and guards were yelling, and Arthur tugged up the hood of his cloak and fled.

He stood, stone-faced, beside his father as Merlin was led to the pyre. The knights were equally stone-faced as Aredian read the charges. Merlin was guilty of no treason. He’d used his magic to save the kingdom.

Arthur couldn’t look away as the fires were lit, but he wished that he could close his eyes and weep, the way Morgana had he face buried against Gwen’s shoulder as she sobbed silently.

But then there was an explosion of gold and blue, and the pyre blazed high, blindingly bright.

As the flames receded, Arthur felt a cool breeze, and a voice whispered in his ear.

Run away with me.

From:

squidgiepdx

Guh. I'm dead. Just dead.

This was BEAUTIFUL! <3<3<3

Thank you!

From:

nagi_schwarz

You're so welcome! For a hot second I forgot that we also share Merlin as a fandom and then I was suddenly inspired...

From:

sixtydays

DC Comics, Jason Todd/any, in fact I've learned how to make a living out of making mistakes

From:

sixtydays

DC Comics, Jason Todd/Dick Grayson or Tim Drake/Jason Todd, I am secretly in love with everyone that I grew up with

From:

hexmix

Any, Any, I'm no hero, babe, but I can take a punch, "Thanatos (End of Us)" - Janani K. Jha

From:

nagi_schwarz

“I’m no hero, but I can take a punch.” Zell grinned, then winced when it pulled at his split lip.

Seifer scowled at him and shoved a healing potion into his hands. “Just because you’re good at throwing punches doesn’t mean you’re good at taking them.”

Zell accepted the potion with a grateful bob of his head, then downed it in one shot before he could really taste it. The tingle of magic spread through his lips, and the sting in his lip eased. “I am a martial artist. My fists and feet are my weapons. I have taken many punches in my nearly two decades of training.”

He nodded at the carcass of the downed adamantoise they’d taken on together. Now that Seifer’s Hyperion had been upgraded with the last batch of adamantium Zell had managed to bring back to Balamb Garden on his own, they could go monster hunting together.

“That doesn’t sound as good as you think it does.” Seifer cleaned his blade between every battle. He’d always been precious with it, as any blademaster would, but ever since he’d gotten it upgraded, he practically coddled the thing.

Still, it was lovely, gleaming in the late afternoon sunlight.

Seifer added, almost too softly for Zell to hear, “You are a hero, though.”

Zell usually hated being called a hero, one of the Heroes of the Sorceress War.

He was pretty sure Seifer meant something different by it, though.

Zell couldn’t help but nudge Seifer’s shoulder with his. When Seifer turned to him, Zell batted his eyelashes and said, “You’re my hero.”

Seifer huffed and shoved him away, but not hard enough to really hurt him.

Zell laughed and picked himself up. “Now, shall we see what we’ve won?”

From:

hexmix

aww, this is so sweet! love the progression of their relationship here (i am indeed squinting lol) and how comfortable they are with each other there at the end. also such a great detail about how much care Seifer puts into Hyperion. thank you so much for the fill! <3

From:

nagi_schwarz

You’re so welcome! There is definite relationship progression but Seifer is stubborn.

From:

hexmix

Any, Any,

Tell me all your troubles, I'll tell mine
Show me every weapon you've been hiding
"It's only skin, warming skin," I'll say
("Skin, Warming Skin" - Laura Gibson)