Thursday - Songs and Lyrics

[hobnailedboots.livejournal.com]

Morning, all!

Sorry about yesterday - I had a brain fart and thought that mods posted the re-run days. Today's theme is songs and lyrics - ever heard a song that describes a character perfectly? Now is the time to share.

Have fun, and remember the rules!
-no more than 5 prompts
-no more than 3 prompts from 1 fandom
-prompts should be formatted as follows:
== Fandom, character(/character), prompt

Go forth and prompt!

Comments

[hobnailedboots.livejournal.com]

Hannibal, any, My Way

[hobnailedboots.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, about Castiel, I knew you were trouble when you walked in

Not a fill (yet)

[wildlinggirl.livejournal.com]

Do you mind if I make this Cas/Meg and AU? I might be cooking something if you agree...

[hobnailedboots.livejournal.com]

any, any, Man, I feel like a woman

[hobnailedboots.livejournal.com]

Harry Potter, Hermione, That Don't Impress Me Much

[hobnailedboots.livejournal.com]

Good Omens, Aziraphale/Crowley, (literally) Walking on Sunshine

[mangacrack.livejournal.com]

Teen Wolf, Derek/Stiles, as the animal kings breathe their terror upon you

[mangacrack.livejournal.com]

The Silmarillion, Fingon/Maedhros, Seasons came and changed the time
When I grew up, I called him mine
He would always laugh and say
"Remember when we used to play?"

[mangacrack.livejournal.com]

any, any, Across the line

[mangacrack.livejournal.com]

any, any, There - can only be
the light or me

[mangacrack.livejournal.com]

The Silmarillion, any, I - breathe in the light - exhale the night
kneel down and pledge allegiance
I - will let you burn and in return
I need your full obediance

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

Fullmetal Alchemist, Edward/Winry
And I came home
Like a stone
And I fell heavy into your arms
These days of darkness
Which we've known
Will blow away with this new sun
Mumford and Sons, "I Will Wait"

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

Burn Notice, Any/Ensemble,
I like that boom boom pow
Black Eyed Peas, "Boom Boom Pow"

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

The X-Files, Mulder+/Scully
things just won't do without you
matter of fact
I'm on your back

if you walk out on me
I'm walking after you
Foo Fighters, "Walking After You"

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

BtVS, Willow, Witchy Woman

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

BtVS/AtS, Drusilla
She's just a devil woman
With evil on her mind
Beware the devil woman
She's gonna get you
She's just a devil woman
With evil on her mind
Beware the devil woman
She's gonna get you from behind
Chris Richards, "Devil Woman"

Evil on her Mind

[rett-chan.livejournal.com]

There is a woman in the church, humming as she dances between the pews.

"What are you doing?" asks the child.

"I'm dancing," says the woman, "to let the devil in."

The child frowns and crosses his arms, solemn and certain. "We're in the church. The devil can't get us here."

The woman dances closer, and sweeps the child up in her arms. He cries out and tries to escape, but she holds him tight.

"Ssshhh. I'll tell you a secret, but you have to be good. Ssshhh."

The child kicks her. She growls, low and rumbling, and he freezes. His breaths are short and sharp.

"I know lots of secrets," says the woman. "The stars whisper them to me, psst psst psst. I'll tell you one. Just one, just for you." Her voice drops into something low and confidential. "The devil can get you inside the church. He got me, and he's a beautiful Angel." She pauses, frowning, pouting. "That was three secrets."

Her face changes, and the child screams.

[with-rainfall.livejournal.com]

Jeeves & Wooster, Bertie + Jeeves, You're my Achilles heel/This is the golden age of something good/And right and real

[with-rainfall.livejournal.com]

Any, any, "Mystery" by Hugh Laurie

[with-rainfall.livejournal.com]

Any, any, Since her return from her stay on the moon/She listens like spring and she talks like June

[with-rainfall.livejournal.com]

Any, any, Your lipstick stains/On the front lobe of my left side brain

[with-rainfall.livejournal.com]

Animorphs/Everworld, any + any, Across the Universe

[misachan.livejournal.com]

Hannibal, Hannibal+/Will, I want your horror/I want your design

[misachan.livejournal.com]

Hannibal, Hannibal+/Will, I didn't want to hurt you baby/I didn't want to hurt you/I didn't want to hurt you but your're pretty when you cry

[misachan.livejournal.com]

Hannibal, Hannibal+/Will, Dark and dangerous like a secret that gets whispered in a hush/And when I wake the things I dreamt about you last night make me blush

[misachan.livejournal.com]

Arrow, Oliver/Slade, You're gone, gone, gone away/ I watched you disappear/All that's left is the ghost of you

[misachan.livejournal.com]

Arrow, Oliver/Slade, All you think of lately is getting underneath me

[daria234.livejournal.com]

Slade makes it clear: Oliver is a useless weapon, an inadequate tool in the battles that were surely coming. He is only training Oliver so he can be slightly less worthless, like sharpening a butter knife when what he needs is a sword.

But if Oliver's useless, then he's a liability, and Oliver knows that wouldn't be good news. So he puts up with Slade, with all the "training" that doesn't seem to be making him any stronger but is making him a whole lot better at getting knocked on his ass.

Slade mutters insults at him, orders him to his chores, loudly contemplates the hopelessness of turning Oliver into a man. Oliver would be dead without Slade, but all day, he is just a thing that hasn't proven its usefulness.

At night, it's different.

When Oliver is so tired he can barely move, when he falls into his spot on the floor, Slade settles next to him.

Slade's fingertips glide across Oliver's arms, up Oliver's bare stomach. It is soft, despite whose hands they are. It is a question.

This is the only thing Slade would allow Oliver to say no to.

Oliver doesn't want to say no.

It is always gentle, for some reason, and Oliver doesn't dare ask why. Slade is skillful, graceful even, gently moving Oliver's body where he wants it, accepting Oliver's hands and lips on his body. He kisses Oliver's jawline, his neck, his shoulders (never the mouth). He opens Oliver up slowly, painlessly, fills him up with a soft moan. His arm reaches around to grip Oliver's dick, embracing him, encompassing him. In those moments, as the moonlight sneaked in to lay stripes of light on their sweat-glistened bodies, with Slade inside of him, his hands on him, Slade's lips on his shoulder and arm around his waist, Oliver almost forgot where he was. In that one moment, Oliver could almost remember what it was like to be human.

Sometimes, when they were wrestling during the day - when Slade was putting Oliver in hold after hold - the friction got to him. Slade's body, rubbing against his, turned him on. Mostly against his will. For just a second, when Slade noticed, he would look down at Oliver struggling underneath him with something like desire, something that looked almost like need. And Oliver would wish in that second that the skies would darken, that night would fall on them so they could take shelter from the island, from the men who they were during the day.

Instead, Slade would stand up, roll his eyes, and say, "What the hell is wrong with you? This is war and all you do is think with your dick."

Oliver would always stay silent. He would will himself to calm down and then slowly stand up, struggling against the glare of the sun in his eyes.