Monday: Song Lyrics

[pipisafoat]

Good morning, all! I'm pipisafoat, here to host your week of fic.

I'm going to start off my week with a pretty easy theme: song lyrics. Pick a song you like (if you can provide a link to it on YouTube or to the lyrics, that would be extremely helpful). We can have a song!fic, a fic based off the ideas or themes or even just the title of the song, or a fic that includes certain lyrics - be sure to quote those if you have some in mind with your prompt. Everyone has a song they associate with a favorite pairing or character, so trot it out!

Remember: No more than five prompts in a row, no more than three per fandom per prompter. You can always come back later and add more once yours have been answered. Be aware of SPOILERS! Please, please, please put a spoiler alert and at least three spaces.

Don't forget to format your prompts correctly:
NCIS, Gibbs, The Downward Spiral (Nine Inch Nails)
In Plain Sight, Mary/Marshall, Opheliac (Emilie Autumn) - "You know the games I play and the words I say when I want my own way"
Firefly/author's choice, author's choice, Airship Pirates (Abney Park)

Have at! And if nothing here strikes your fancy, be sure to check out the Lonely Prompts.

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[pipisafoat]

NCIS, Gibbs, The Downward Spiral (Nine Inch Nails)

[pipisafoat]

In Plain Sight, Mary/Marshall, Opheliac (Emilie Autumn) - "You know the games I play and the words I say when I want my own way"

[daria234.livejournal.com]

Mary always wonder why Marshall seems to like her.

Not just respects her. He genuinely seems to like her.

Even when she acts like she hates him. Even when she says terrible things just to make sure she gets her way.

He takes it in stride. Never lets her down, sure, but also never act like she's let him down by being too brash, too hard, too... her.

It's a rare thing, having a partner like that.

She knows it.

But she's not willing to do anything about it. About him.

About them.

Not yet.

[pipisafoat]

Firefly/author's choice, author's choice, Airship Pirates (Abney Park)

[weesta.livejournal.com]

RPS, Jeff/Jensen, "If I lay here, if I just lay here/would you lay with me and just forget the world" (Chasing Cars - Snow Patrol (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BSfw-qWAJ4w)

It Can Wait

[guiltyreasons.livejournal.com]

"Do you have to go?" Jensen asked reaching out and grabbing his hand. Jeff paused than held that hand tightly in his own. The room was cold against his bare skin, but he really should get moving.

"Yeah, places to be. You know.." Jeff said knowing he was running, but needing too. Some things should be kept short, hot and fast.

"Can't you just...lay here with me? Forget the world, just be with me," Jensen begged not letting go of his hand. Jeff closed his eyes and sighed.

"I can't. I've got-"

"Don't lie," Jensen interrupted, "I get it. Thanks. This was fun. I'll get dressed, get out of your hair. See ya whenever." Jensen got out of the bed and made his way to the bathroom with an arm full of clothes.

Jeff sat down on the bed, his head in his hands. He took a deep breath. It was ironic. That which had driven them together, acting, fame, fortune, was driving them apart just as fast.

He stared at the door for a while than got up. He knocked once, twice, three times before Jensen opened it fully dressed.

"What?" he asked his eyes full of something unspoken, but trying to be calm.

"It can wait," Jeff said and tugged Jensen back to the bed, their bed, to lay together and just forget. It should be slow, gentle, soft sometimes.

[csichick-2.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Eliot/author's choice, Out Tonight (http://www.metrolyrics.com/out-tonight-lyrics-rent.html) (Rent Original Motion Picture Soundtrack)

[darling-lisa.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Nate/author's choice, "I wear this crown of thorns, Upon my liar's chair/Full of broken thoughts I cannot repair" (Hurt, Johnny Cash cover {NIN original}) (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=clq01TXQR0s)

WARNINGS for character death and lots of bad stuff

[daria234.livejournal.com]

Futurefic:

Parker never understood people, Nate knew. If she had any sense about people at all, she would know that she should leave.

Sophie figured it out. When Nate started drinking again, this time dropping the first half of the term 'functional alcoholic.' And when prescription drugs became his chaser. And when he treated what was left of his team horribly when he should have given them comfort.

Sophie left. She was no fool.

Hardison, too, though he probably didn't leave because Nate was an asshole. Which he was. He left, Nate knew, because he couldn't stand to be around anything that reminded him of Eliot.

When the plan went from bad to worse, Nate had to take drastic measures. He managed to get his team out but only by putting himself back in.

So Nate Ford, the honest man, was going to jail. But Eliot wouldn't accept that. And the rest of the team wanted a long con, but Eliot didn't want to wait to get Nate back.

They knew Nate would never approve of a plan this risky. But Nate wasn't there, after all.

Eliot took two in the chest. He bled out before they got to the hospital. But not before he got Nate out.

That was two years ago.

Nate had told Parker it was okay for her to leave. He had told her every day, sometimes yelling at her to leave, sometimes saying horrific things to her just so she would hate him enough to let him go, leave him alone so he could wallow himself to death.

But she wouldn't go. She stayed. And she wasn't the same. She was... subdued. Less random, less excitable. And definitely less inclined to do what Nate told her. And more inclined to call Nate on his crap.

Nate wasn't sure if she had changed because she lost Eliot or because she lost Nate. The old Nathan Ford, the one she looked up to like a hero. The one who kept her safe and understood her and liked her and mentored her and believed in her, and did all the things that no one had ever, ever done for Parker. She couldn't possibly be deluded enough to think he was still that man.

But she was different now. She didn't look up to him as if he were taller than a building. He was just the guy she lived with now, the damaged guy she put up with because she was scared to leave or maybe didn't have anywhere else to go.

Continued below:

[csichick-2.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Sam/Dean, Empty Garden (http://www.eltonography.com/songs/empty_garden_hey_hey_johnny.html) (Elton John)

[vio55.livejournal.com]

The World Ends With You, Minamimoto/Hanekoma, (Secret Life by Thriving Ivory) - "Tell me about your secret life, and all the things you've seen."

[csichick-2.livejournal.com]

RPS, Chris/Steve, Kiss Me (http://www.elyrics.net/read/s/sixpence-none-the-richer-lyrics/kiss-me-lyrics.html) (Sixpence None the Richer)

[badfalcon.livejournal.com]

It's early evening, the moon and stars twinkling in the sky above them. It's peaceful, quiet, only the low buzzing of cicadas. He folds his arms under his head and opens his eyes, chuckling quietly to himself at the sight of his childhood tree-house and.. was that his old tyre swing?

Yeah, so laying in his parent's backyard, belly full from a good meal, good company, nicely buzzed from beer. Couldn't be more perfect.

Steve shifts next to him, raises up on one elbow and leans over. "Kiss me?"

So OK there was always room for a touch more perfection he thought, lifting his head and obliging, lips meeting Steve's.

[csichick-2.livejournal.com]

AtS, Lindsey/author's choice, All About Soul (http://www.elyrics.net/read/b/billy-joel-lyrics/all-about-soul-lyrics.html) (Billy Joel)

[darling-lisa.livejournal.com]

Kane RPS, Chris Kane/author's choice, "I have to turn my head until my darkness goes" (Paint it Black, Rolling Stones) (http://www.lyricsfreak.com/r/rolling+stones/paint+it+black_20117875.html)

[csichick-2.livejournal.com]

RPS, Chris/Steve, Clumsy (http://www.metrolyrics.com/clumsy-lyrics-fergie.html) (Fergie)

[ribbon-purple.livejournal.com]

SGA, John/Rodney, Mad World (http://community.livejournal.com/mckay_sheppard/2662986.html?view=16817738#t16817738) (Gary Jules)"And I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad/The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had."

[charlies_dragon]

He hesitated to call them nightmares as they didn't leave him scared or wake him up in a cold sweat. They weren't nice dreams though. They didn't occur all that often, sometimes going months between them and there seemed to be no rhyme or reason as to when they occurred. Heck, their setting was rarely the same twice.

The only thing they had in common was the ending. Inevitably, something would happen to cause him to get badly injured or sick, and whilst he was shaking from a fever or bleeding out, John would be begging him to hold on, that the infirmary wasn't that far away, that help would be there soon.

Right at the end of the dream, just before the "fade to black" swept in, John would hold him in his arms comforting him, and gently kiss him on the lips.

Sometimes tears would be trickling down John's face in silence, other times John was completely silent and would just stare at him after kissing him.

Always, just before he died in the dream, no matter what else happened in it, John would kiss him.

He shuddered to think what Heightmeyer would say if he told her about the dreams. He knew enough to know that calling dreams in which he dies the best he's ever had, was completely messed up.

So he keeps them to himself and hopes that one day, somehow, his dreams would come true but that he doesn't die after the kiss - he couldn't leave John alone like that.

[tigriswolf]

Supernatural, Winchesters, Nobody hurt, nobody harmed, nobody’s business but our own. (LeAnn Rimes, "Nothin' Better To Do")

[tigriswolf]

Supernatural, Dean/Castiel, “and I still believe that I cannot be saved” (Smashing Pumpkins, "Rat in a Cage")

[justapieceofme.livejournal.com]

Psst...the song's actually called "Bullet With Butterfly Wings." Just FYI. :D

[tigriswolf]

Leverage, Eliot, “Don’t you try to shame my name, ‘cause till the death I will defend” (LeeAnn Rimes, "Family")

[rubygirl29.livejournal.com]

SGA, John/Ronon, Beautiful Disaster (Kelly Clarkson) "He's soft to the touch/But frayed at the end he breaks/He's never enough/and still he's more than I can take"

[me-ya-ri.livejournal.com]

Ronon smiled as John mumbled something and curled tighter around his chest. He liked nights like this, when the mission had gone well and neither of them were angry or worried or hurting. He liked when they could fuck and then snuggle together until it was time to go running in the morning.

Ronon rubbed his lips against John's spiky hair, enjoying how soft it was. Awake John was all sharp edges and sharp commands. He was one of the best commanders Ronon had ever worked with. Part of the reason he was so effective was that he would never order his men to do something he wouldn't do. They had loyalty to John because they knew John was bone-deep loyal to them.

It was only when he was asleep that the sharp-edged façade dropped away, revealing the man underneath. He was soft to the touch, his fluffy hair silk instead of knives. His raw hipbones were covered in silky skin. His muscles were sheathed in so tender flesh. Ronon loved the softness that only he got to touch, even though that softness worried him.

The façade of the perfect commander hid the man who was frayed at the edges by the weight of responsibility. Ronon was always afraid that John was going to break. He was tough as nails but as fragile as pure steel. It wouldn't take much to break John, just the right blow from the right angle would make him shatter like glass. Ronon hoped that he never had to be there if it happened. He wasn't sure he could put the pieces of John's soul back together again.

John mumbled something incoherent in his sleep, his fingers running up Ronon's rib cage. His breath puffed against Ronon's neck. It was warm and moist and it set a fire in Ronon's groin. Ronon bit down a groan so that he wouldn't wake John up. Ronon concentrated on his breathing to keep from rolling John over and taking him again. It wasn't enough. It could never be enough. All the contradictions and complexes that made John John ensured that Ronon couldn't get enough of him. And yet he had to pull back sometimes because John was so intense that he was more than he could take. He was a beautiful disaster in the process of unfolding and Ronon knew it was already too late to flee. He was a rock caught up in the avalanche that was John Sheppard. Nothing would ever be the same and Ronon loved him for it.

[tigriswolf]

Comanche Moon, Woodrow/Gus, save a horse(ride a cowboy) - Big&Rich

[tresa-cho.livejournal.com]

Marvel, Tony/Steve, Consider this; The slip that brought me; To my knees failed; What if all these fantasies; Come flailing around (REM, Losing My Religion (http://www.lyrics007.com/R.E.M.%20Lyrics/Losing%20My%20Religion%20Lyrics.html))

[tresa-cho.livejournal.com]

Marvel, Johnny Storm (Human Torch)/St John (Pyro), Well, I clean this slate; With the hands, Of uncertainty (Linkin Park, What I've Done (http://www.absolutelyrics.com/lyrics/view/linkin_park/what_i,27ve_done/))

[tresa-cho.livejournal.com]

Stargate SG-1, Jack/Daniel, I remembered black skies, the lightning all around me; I remembered each flash as time began to blur (Linkin Park, New Divide (http://www.elyrics.net/read/l/linkin-park-lyrics/new-divide-lyrics.html))

[neierathima.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Dean (+ anyone you like), Bruce Springsteen - The Rising; lyrics (http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/brucespringsteen/therising.html) and youTube (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eNnB4dkVRJI)

[moorishflower.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Dean/Castiel, Iron & Wine - Evening On The Ground (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9oUN8b4n16g) (Garden wall of Eden/Full of spiderbites and all your lovers/We were/We were born to fuck each other/One way or another)

[tresa-cho.livejournal.com]

original, original (slash, yes?), Mars ain't the kind of place to raise your kids; In fact it's cold as hell; And there's no one there to raise them if you did; And all this science I don't understand; It's just my job five days a week; A rocket man, a rocket man (Elton John, Rocketman (http://www.lyrics007.com/Elton%20John%20Lyrics/Rocket%20Man%20Lyrics.html))

[danse-amore.livejournal.com]

It's hot in the kitchen, too hot. The air conditioning clanks away to itself, merrily refusing to do anything to rectify the situation. Lan fights the urge to punch it in its smiling, anthropomorphic face.

The table stretches between Tarq and him, its Duraplast surface irritatingly clean in a house filled with red dust. The only thing in this house not broken, Lan thinks, and his eyes flicker to his own reflection in its shining surface. Fuck, he needs a cleanser.

He sighs. "Listen, all I'm sayin' is, Mars ain't the kind of place to raise your kids! It's cold as hell half the year, and the other half...this." He flung a hand around himself, taking in the tiny kitchen, the windows fogged with grime and sweat.

Tarq takes a long draw on his cig. "I was raised here." He cocks his head. "You sayin' you're unhappy with the results?"

Lan narrowed his eyes. "I can't even fucking tell anymore, with how much you're away." He reaches over and steals the cigarette, putting it to his own lips. His hands are shaking. "All this...this science, I don't understand it, I don't understand what you do, Tarq, I don't understand you anymore."

Tarq's lips pull away from his teeth. "It's just my day job. Five days a week like anyone else, darlin'." His face is sleepy, closed. Like he doesn't see what's happening right in front of him, like he doesn't see Lan falling to fucking pieces on the rusting floor. Because he knows how this has to end.

Lan takes another draw from the cigarette. "No, I...No. Just...take them to earth, or something. Take them somewhere...not here." He stands. "Jesus Christian, Tarq, have some fucking mercy and get off Red." He turns away, reaching for the latch on the door.

"Will you come with me?" Tarq calls after him, lazily curious.

Lan closes the door behind him.

He stares up at the sky and remembers what it first looked like, to see Tarq spin bright and falling against the stars. He remembers the shadow across the brilliant sun, remembers tugging at his mother's arm. "Mama, mama." He'd cried. "A rocketman! A rocketman!"

He leans against the wall of the house, the metal hot against his back, and smokes his cigarette. Mars ain't the kind of place to raise your kids. He blows out a long breath, and breathes in the sweltering Mars air. His mouth tastes bitter, and not just from the Tobac. And there's no one...there's no one there to raise them if you did.

[magnavox-23.livejournal.com]

SG-1, Daniel/Vala, "Fuck me like you hate me" (Seether - FMLYHM (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=49CgpF2eOss))