WACKY WEDNESDAY: Lyrics

[hanorganaas.livejournal.com]

Hello Everyone. theladymore again. Here with another rosing round of prompting for your entertainment. I am having a good time? Are you? Anyway here is another Theme for you to enjoy it is an oldie but goody! LYRICS PROMPTS! Basically any prompt involving lyrics to ANY Song

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 fandom's full name for ease adding to the Lonely Prompts spreadsheet.
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...
Star Wars, Han Solo/Leia Organa, But your lips hang heavy underneath me. And I promised myself I wouldn't let you complete me.
I'm trying not to let it show, that I don't want to let this go. Is there somewhere you can meet me?
Cause I clutched your arms like stairway railings. And you clutched my brain and eased my ailing.
Agents of Shield, Phil Coulson/Melinda May, Here I go, Scream my lungs out and try to get to you, You are my only one.
I let go, There's just no one that gets me like you do You are my only, My only one.
Star Wars, Kylo Ren/General Hux They think I'm insane, they think my lover is strange
But I don't have to fucking tell them anything, anything
Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Elizabeth Weir, You took to me so well hypnotic taking over me
Make me feel like someone else you got me talking in my sleep
I don't wanna come back down I don't wanna touch the ground
Pacific Ocean, dug so deep, hypnotic taking over men
MCU, Clint Barton/Natasha Romanoff, Don't listen to a word I say, the screams all sound the same
Though the truth may vary this ship will carry our bodies safe to shore

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[hanorganaas.livejournal.com]

Star Wars, Han Solo/Leia Organa,
But your lips hang heavy underneath me. And I promised myself I wouldn't let you complete me.
I'm trying not to let it show, that I don't want to let this go. Is there somewhere you can meet me?
Cause I clutched your arms like stairway railings. And you clutched my brain and eased my ailing.

Fill

[dreammaidenn.livejournal.com]

Leia is not about to announce to the entire Galaxy that Han Solo, smuggler extraordinaire has stolen her heart. She actually had meant it when she called him a Nerf herder, he got on her nerves when they met. But ever since she's find out he actually smells really good and his kisses are slowly becoming one of her favorite things.

The first kiss they shared wasn't gentle or sweet but more like an explosion where she saw fire behind her eyelids, and she had to hold onto his arms. Keep him there with her because she had just discovered a whole new thing.

She's sure Luke and Chewie are onto them, with all the sneaking around and the winks and devious smiles he sends her across the room. With the way she looks at him as if he holds the answers to every question she's ever had.

Still, she doesn't want to let her guard down completely, except with Han it's almost impossible when he holds her close to his chest, whispering about the end of all the fighting and chaos. And she believes him.

Leia always has to count to ten before she lets go of him, but only physically, because she carries him around.

She might not scream her love at the top of her lungs, but it doesn't mean it's not bursting at the seams.

[hanorganaas.livejournal.com]

Agents of Shield, Phil Coulson/Melinda May,
Here I go, Scream my lungs out and try to get to you, You are my only one.
I let go, There's just no one that gets me like you do You are my only, My only one.

[hanorganaas.livejournal.com]

Star Wars, Kylo Ren/General Hux
They think I'm insane, they think my lover is strange
But I don't have to fucking tell them anything, anything

[hanorganaas.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Elizabeth Weir,
You took to me so well hypnotic taking over me
Make me feel like someone else you got me talking in my sleep
I don't wanna come back down I don't wanna touch the ground
Pacific Ocean, dug so deep, hypnotic taking over me

Fill 1/2 unrequited Elizabeth/John

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Elizabeth wasn't one to withhold truth easily, because knowing all the facts was vital to handling a situation appropriately. But there wasn't a situation to be handled, so she didn't tell anyone.

But she remembered. She remembered being imprinted with Phoebus. She remembered the hatred and fury and the unending anguish of being the last of a people at war, whose only hope was to be victorious before she died.

Most of all, though, she remembered kissing John Sheppard.

Because even though Thelan had been controlling John's body, it had been Sheppard's mouth against hers, his warm skin under her hands, his body pressed to hers, and oh, it had been so long since she'd been with anyone, touched anyone, and despite his surprise, he'd kissed her back.

According to Beckett and McKay, no one was supposed to remember their time while imprinted, usually for security purposes - after all, the point of the imprint technology was to debrief a fallen soldier. And John, who had somehow come out of the imprint faster than her despite being imprinted after her, appeared to be suffering no ill-effects from his time under the imprint, other than the way some of the other soldiers were skittish around him, and he had to work some of his charm to get them to let him apologize.

Beckett had warned Elizabeth to come talk to him if she felt any lingering side-effects from the imprinting. She was pretty sure he was only talking about medical side-effects, and she was pretty sure that being hypnotized by John Sheppard's mouth every time he spoke wasn't a medical condition (but if it was, at least she could get it treated).

She decided that, rather than avoiding his gaze, she'd stand beside him so she didn't have to look at him while he talked. That worked for, oh, two seconds, because when she stood right beside him, she was suffused with his presence, his warmth and his strength, and that was a bad idea, because then she wanted to touch him. So she tried to be distracted whenever she had to talk to him, but that wasn't an option, because if she was looking at papers she really did get distracted and John could slip something by her, like a training exercise for the gate-team civilians that would also boost the morale of the troops: paintball wars. Losers had to clean up the paint.

Naturally, the only person who noticed something was wrong with her was John.

"Elizabeth."

His voice startled her. She was in her office, working late. He should have been in bed hours ago.

"John?"

"Is something bothering you?"

Elizabeth glanced up. He stood in the doorway. He wasn't wearing his uniform. In fact, the sweat pants and USAF t-shirt looked rather like pajamas.

"What makes you ask?"

"You've been – distant. Distracted."

"I –"

"It was being imprinted, wasn't it?"

She wasn't used to the stillness, the caution of his voice. "What makes you say that?"

"Caldwell wasn't wrong when he thought the concept was dark," John said. He wasn't leaning in the doorway with his arms crossed, the poster boy for insouciance. He was standing straight and tall, limbs still, like if he moved too suddenly she would bolt.

"Carson said there were no after-effects of the imprinting," Elizabeth said.

The corner of John's mouth curved up in amusement. "Carson's never been imprinted before."

Elizabeth sat back, buried her face in her hands for a moment. "You seem to be coping well with what happened."

"Coping well? All the marines know you kicked my ass." There, another flicker of amusement, more of the John Elizabeth was used to.

"Do you still feel Thelan in there? At all?"

"Are you asking if I still have the urge to kill you?"

"No! I trust you, John." Elizabeth managed a weak smile.

He tilted his head, eyed her curiously. "Do you still have the urge to kill me?"

"No."

"Okay then." He smiled, relaxed. "Look, Elizabeth, having someone else in your head can be really weird. But remember, it's another person. A whole person, complete with instincts, feelings - maybe even phobias and allergies. As long as you know who you are, you're fine."

[hanorganaas.livejournal.com]

MCU, Clint Barton/Natasha Romanoff,
Don't listen to a word I say, the screams all sound the same
Though the truth may vary this ship will carry our bodies safe to shore

[streussal.livejournal.com]

Crazy Ex-Girlfriend, any (+/ any), I only want you to see my favourite part of me// And not my ugly side

[streussal.livejournal.com]

Crazy Ex-Girlfriend, Rebecca Bunch, I used to be the smart one, sharp as a tack. Funny how that skipping years ahead has held me back

[darkhavens.livejournal.com]

any, any/any

Every single day,
And every word you say,
Every game you play, every night you stay,
I'll be watching you

[darkhavens.livejournal.com]

any, any/any

I loved you since I knew ya,
I wouldn't talk down to ya,
I have to tell you just how I feel,
I won't share you with another boy

[darkhavens.livejournal.com]

any, any/any

No charger have I, and no sword by my side,
Yet still to adventure and battle I ride,
Though back into storyland giants have fled,
And the knights are no more and the dragons are dead.

Filled, James Bond, King Arthur! Bond AU.

[truthwritaslies.livejournal.com]

James had a different name once but his mission has always been the same: To protect England.

The first time England had needed him after his rest he had woken with sure knowledge and they had welcomed James back as their returned king.

The second James had to fight for his throne. He proves himself again and again every time he is awoken and always his throne is his own once more.

The ninth time someone too clever for their own good had interrupted the spell that held James in stasis. The tell him the world is at war and He must do his duty. He does not tell them that England is in no danger of falling. He is king and he will lead his armies to victory.

James is not surprised when they tell him there is no crown for him nor when they force him back to his burial chamber with no thanks. The spell is a welcome comfort after the horrors of the changed world he had emerged into. He dreams dark, restless dreams of far older spells science had rendered horrifyingly comprehensible as Mustard Gas and Phosgene.

The Spell awakens him again less then thirty years later and they tell him that the enemy is working on a weapon that will burn the world to ash. Perhaps before he would not have believed them, but this was a new world and he can believe anything after the horrors of his previous awakening.

It is his first mission as an undercover agent in nearly a millenia. It will not be his last.

The next time the Spell is interrupted, after less then a year, he is confronted by wide-eyed, apologetic scientists. He is no longer a man in the prime of his life. James is a child of little more than a few months and the Spell does not recognize him at this age.

The reigning Queen determines it will be best for him to be hidden away and raised as a man of the current century. She places James with a distant cousin who had had little success in producing an heir. The man's wife flourishes with a child to lavish affection on at their dreary estate.

They were not his blood parents but it hurts just as much as losing his original family when they die. As much as the betrayal of his lovers: his wife and best friend.

The Aunt who is ordered to take custody of him is tolerable but it is clear she has no idea what to do with a child as self-possessed as James and so she mostly leaves him alone. He mourns her death as best he can though he feels no real connection with her.

James joins the Navy because he misses sailing and it is a way to both do his duty and get away from the constant surveillance of the Royal family. He thinks they distrust his loyalty and worry that he will try to take his throne back. He is too tired for such a battle these days.

It is soon after he is recruited to the new-minted MI6 that he dies on a mission. The Spell has him once more and it is a relief to feel it's familiar embrace as he bleeds out in a country that hadn't even been on the maps in his original kingdom.

When he next wakes James is surprised that less than six months have passed. It will become a pattern, and James will marvel that such an age will be so dangerous to his beloved country. He becomes Her Majesty's greatest human agent nearly in self defense.

Then there is a boy, no: a man, with clever words and cleverer hands. It only occurs to him as he's walking away from their latest meeting that despite the lovers and wives he has had over the years that James has not felt such a spark for anyone since Guinevere and Lancelot.

[dreammaidenn.livejournal.com]

Hannibal, Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter, It's been so long between the words we spoke
Will you be there up on the shore, I hope
You wonder why it is that I came home
I figured out where I belong

[dreammaidenn.livejournal.com]

Any, Any, I died so I could have you, I died so I could haunt you

[dreammaidenn.livejournal.com]

Marvel, Peter Parker/Wade Wilson, Sorry, but I really had to wake you. See, I decided I must ride you till I break you.

[dreammaidenn.livejournal.com]

Batman Comics, Pamela Isley/Harleen Quinzel, Smell how gangsta you are.

[dreammaidenn.livejournal.com]

Hannibal, Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter,
I don't wanna way out
You and I know the truth
Even though it hurts
I just wanna be a criminal with you
Criminal with you
We're criminals

[ex-beckonad.livejournal.com]

Ginger Snaps, Ginger/Brigitte, Here we go again / We're sick like animals / We play pretend

[darkhavens.livejournal.com]

any, any/any

Yeah this has just begun
Because we haven't even gotten started yet
I haven't even
I haven't even tied you up
I haven't even turned you over

FILL: J2, Dom/Sub, kinky

[cozy-coffee.livejournal.com]

(Let’s start by easing you out of your clothes; can’t feed you if you have your mouth closed.)

The sheets are disheveled, the room smells like sex and sweat, Jensen is enthusiastically pumping his hips, and tugging Jared down onto his cock as his submissive rides him. Their breathing is only getting harsher as they get ready to blow, Jared moans and mewls every time his Master’s cock slides deep inside him, his inner walls fluttering and clenching around Jensen and hugging tight.

Jensen pauses his thrust long enough to steal another soft kiss from Jared's pink lips, then he starts mercilessly hammering into his submissive. He makes sure to keep the same angle of his hips because he is close and he wants his boy to come with him. When Jared's eyes roll up in his head, he smirks and leans in, kissing his submissive sweet and soft, the pleasure hot and sparking like a wildfire when their orgasms sync up. Driving in again and again, Jensen snaps his hips faster and faster until Jared is a trembling, clutching at him as he gasp for air. Jared gives it up to him, holds onto his shoulders and kisses him passionately as pleasure rushed through their bodies.

(Buttons pop, one through four; can’t wait to give you what you've been waiting for.)

He cannot stop whimpering, he is making desperate sounds in his throat as their clothes tumble to the floor. Jensen’s lips are on his neck, teeth catching the skin, nipping, marking; as his hands tug down low, unbuckling his belt and undoing his fly before plunging his hand inside. Jared nearly creams his boxers like a horny teenager, his breath flying out his chest as his Master's long fingers closed around his throbbing cock. People are watching, they are hungry for a show, but Jared pays them no action as his Master grants his endless pleasure.

Jensen’s fingers encase his stiff flesh, his thumb smearing away the dribble of precome, and even with Jared’s hips fluttering—he is trying to silently request his Master to bring him off—Jensen lazily jerks him off as people watch. Slowly twisting his wrist, moving as he sees fit, because he is in control, not Jared, and he will allow his pet to come when he is good and ready.

(I wanna kiss you all over, I hope you don't mind; making you feel good, but the pleasure is all mine.)

(END)

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

The Flash (TV), Lisa Snart(/Barry Allen),

I'm bigger than my body
I'm colder than this home
I'm meaner than my demons
I'm bigger than these bones

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Batgirl (2009 run), Steph Brown/Nick Gage,

I see skies of blue,
And clouds of white.
The bright blessed day,
The dark sacred night.

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Supergirl (TV), Lucy Lane/Kara Danvers,

Too late for second-guessing
Too late to go back to sleep
It's time to trust my instincts
Close my eyes and leap!

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Batman (comics), Jason Todd/Bruce Wayne,

If I kiss you like this
And if you whisper like that
It was lost long ago
But it's all coming back to me

no fill

[likewinning.livejournal.com]

AM I CRAZY OR HAVE YOU NEVER PROMPTED THEM BEFORE.

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

The Flash (TV), Leonard Snart/Barry Allen,

Who'd ya think you're kidding?
He's the earth and heaven to ya
Try to keep it hidden, honey, we can see right through ya

[darkhavens.livejournal.com]

any, any/any, shake it like a polaroid picture

Fill: SGA, math nerd!John AU, McShep

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Rodney was on his way back to his quarters, when he sensed it, a strange rumbling through the floors. He paused, arms out to maintain his balance. But the city itself wasn't shaking. The floor was just...rumbling. Was there some kind of error in the city's plumbing system? If the desalination lines had become blocked again because someone hadn't cleaned out the filters –

Rodney huffed and followed the sensation. He tracked it through several corridors (and might or might not have pressed his ear to the floor like he'd seen trackers do in cowboy movies) and as he got closer, he realized what he was hearing was...music. Heavy, heavy bass.

And when he got even closer, he heard a man encouraging people to shake it like a Polaroid picture.

Were some of the marines having a dance party down this deserted corridor? And if so, what the hell were they thinking, playing their music so damn loud that it could be heard several corridors away? Granted they weren't near any of the labs or living quarters where they'd be disturbing people, but how could they possibly hear their radios if they were needed? Because no one in Atlantis was ever fully off duty, not really.

Rodney found the room where the music was emanating from and swiped his hand over the lock.

The first thing he saw was Lorne, sitting in the corner with a sketch pad on one knee, drawing, completely oblivious to the music.

He was wearing noise-canceling headphones, but how could those cancel everything?

And then Rodney saw John. He was barefoot in low-slung jeans and a flannel shirt he hadn't bothered to button, and he was dancing. In time with the music, properly on beat, which Rodney was able to register above the blood rushing in his ears and his heart pounding.

Because damn, but John looked good. Rodney glimpsed the trail of hair leading from John's navel to somewhere beneath the waistband of his jeans, the way John's muscles shifted as he danced. And the way he moved his hips...

No wonder the music was so loud. John couldn't hear it, but this loud, he could definitely feel it. Rodney had felt it.

John was many things, but uninhibited wasn't one of them. He wore his charm like a cloak, his grin like a shield, and every insouciant toss of his head, quirk of his brow was calculated to set people at ease so they never noticed they were fully at arm's length.

To see John like this, totally uncaring, was beautiful. Rare. Precious.

Lorne in the corner seemed to be doing his very best to ignore John, give him privacy, but this was a military base, and not even John could be fully off duty, and Lorne was there to alert him to any calls that came over the radio.

Rodney turned to duck out of the room before he was noticed, but then Lorne was on his feet, hands moving, and John stopped dancing, turned. He buttoned his shirt, tilted his head like he did when he was damn well talking to Atlantis, and the music cut off.

"What can I help you with, Dr. McKay?"

"Nothing," Rodney said. "I heard a noise and was concerned that the desalination system had become clogged again. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to intrude."

"Didn't think anyone came out this far," John said through Evan, and it was almost second nature at this point, to look at John and hear Evan's voice. Rodney wondered if John had ever been able to hear, what his voice would sound like.

"Most people don't," Rodney said. "Just me. When I'm thinking."

John's grin didn't quite seem real, was unsettled. "I'll make sure I stay out of your way."

"Oh, please don't. I was just being nosy. You – you should get to dance whenever you want. I just – I'm going, now. Good to see you, John. Lorne."

Rodney fled.

He never did see John dancing alone in the city again.

After that amazing kiss on New Year's Eve, he started plotting ways to get John dancing in his room.

[darkhavens.livejournal.com]

Hannibal, Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Now all I want to know is how to go
I've tasted blood and I want more
I'll put up no resistance, I want to stay the distance
I've got an itch to scratch, I need assistance

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Sam Winchester (+/any)

When you feel my heat / Look into my eyes / It's where my demons hide / Don't get to close / it's dark inside / it's where my demons hide / don't want to let you down / but I am hell-bound