Wednesday: Showtune Titles

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Gooooood morning/afternoon/evening/whenever you're reading this, ladies and germs. I’m your host for this week writinchica2k and today's theme is based on showtune titles. If you're not as musical-theatrically inclined as other comm members, a browse through Wikipedia: Lists of musicals should help you find a song title to catch your eye.

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.
If your prompt or fill contains anything that can be a trigger for the reader, please add a warning for that to give the reader the chance to decide if they want to read or not.
No spoilers in prompts for a month after airing. 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...
+ any, any, On My Own (Les Miserables)
+ any supernatural-based fandom, any, Is Anybody There? (1776)
+ any high school-based fandom, any, That Can't Be (Caroline, Or Change)

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[writinchica2k.livejournal.com]

any, any, On My Own (Les Miserables)

Fill: SGA/Dollhouse, John & Joe post cloning

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Joe first realized he was completely alone the moment he opened his eyes in the base infirmary at the SGC. Rodney, Jennifer, Topher, John, Dr. Lam, and General Landry were all standing around his hospital bed, staring at him. He cringed under the scrutiny, reached out for comfort from Traci, but she wasn't there. None of them were there. Not Brian or Brendan or Pianist or Songwriter or –

John first realized he was missing something vital, something part of himself when Bill Lee burst into the infirmary and said, "Colonel Sheppard, look at this for me," and thrust a page of equations under his nose and John couldn't understand them. It was like getting to the top of a staircase and taking one step too many and stumbling because there was nothing there to step on.

"I –" John blinked. "You might have to ask Joe." He stepped aside, and Bill stared at Joe for a moment, a carbon copy of John, from the tips of his disheveled hair to his crooked left pinkie toe, and then pounced on him with the math before Lam and Jennifer could fend him off.

Joe realized what on your own really meant the first time he was left alone in the infirmary while everyone else returned to their duties or went to get lunch. Are you sure you want to do this? John had asked. If you do this, you're on your own. And Joe had said, I'm sure. But suddenly he wasn't, because he was completely alone, and the world was silent. He didn't know what to do with his hands. With the others he could have knit or drawn or done some origami or maybe played the guitar or the piano, but on his own he was just...Joe. He'd been good at tying knots and tossing hay bales and could move pipe and shovel manure like nobody's business, but he'd never been really good at anything with his hands. Just his mind, and even then – He reached out, grabbed the napkin off his discarded lunch tray, found a pen one of the nurses had left behind, and started tinkering with P=NP, because if he thought fast enough, thought hard enough, there were numbers in his head.

John realized what missing Joe really meant not the fiftieth time one of the scientists came to him for a math question and had to be sent away but the first time he sat opposite Joe in the mess hall and watched him eat primly, with a knife and fork, where John had always eschewed the continental thing and eaten with just a fork, and not with the fork upside down. He didn't know what was going on in Joe's head. He thought Joe was tired and a little nervous, but he couldn't read the expressions on Joe's face, because it wasn't his face anymore. So if Joe followed him all over the base for the rest of his stay there (Jennifer and Lam insisted that they wanted to monitor him just in case, even though by all reports he was perfectly healthy), if Joe left the radio on whenever he was alone so there were just voices, John understood it, because he hated coming up short when he was thinking and the places were Joe should have answered were silent.

So, when the time finally came for Joe to go home, to really go home for the first time, to step inside his living space as his own person, John left him to it. Tried not to hover too closely.

Apparently Joe's solution for coping with the disorientation of being himself for the first time since he was nineteen was to seduce Evan, emotionally devastate him, and then make it better all in about the space of twelve hours.

John's solution for coping with the sudden missing of Joe was to ache fiercely for Rodney, avoid Rodney whenever he was being cute with Jennifer, and retreat into his mind with the other imprints, let one of them take over on autopilot, practice a hobby or two while Brian and Traci and Brendan and Julian tried to make him feel better. And it almost worked, John was almost okay with using a calculator for math when he needed to, almost okay with seeing Joe across from him at the kitchen table at breakfast and dinner, and then Rodney had to go and get himself hit by a bus.

[writinchica2k.livejournal.com]

any supernatural-based fandom, any, Is Anybody There? (1776)

reader's choice, minifill

[tigriswolf]

(I apologize for the brevity, but this popped into my head. I think it's some kind of soulmate AU.)



He can hear breathing, sometimes. Not his. Curled up in bed, beneath the blankets, trying to fall asleep -- he can hear someone else breathing, and it's really starting to freak him out.

He doesn't mention it. To anyone.

[writinchica2k.livejournal.com]

any high school-based fandom, any, That Can't Be (Caroline, Or Change)

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Justice League Cartoon, Clark Kent/J’onn J’onzz, Maybe This Time (Cabaret)

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Legends of Tomorrow, Ray Palmer/Mick Rory, As Long As You’re Mine (Wicked)

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

The Flash (TV), Barry Allen/Any Rogue, Do you Hear the People Sing? (Les Miserables)

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Supergirl (TV), Maxwell Lord/Kara Danvers, Past the Point of No Return (Phantom of the Opera)

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Marvel, Wade Wilson/Peter Parker, Skid Row (Little Shop of Horrors)

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

Fullmetal Alchemist, Edward Elric/Winry Rockbell(+Alphonse Elric), By Your Side (Godspell)

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

Harry Potter, Hermione Granger+any, Magic to Do (Pippin)

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

Lucifer (tv), Lucifer Morningstar+Chloe Decker, Never Thought I'd Get to Meet the Devil (Phantom of the Paradise)

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

MCU, Tony Stark+Any, Man Machines (The Iron Man)

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

Fullmetal Alchemist, Alphonse Elric+/Winry Rockbell, Edward Elric+/Winry Rockbell, Kindergarten Boyfriend (Heathers)

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, Rodney McKay, I Have Confidence (Sound of Music)

Fill: Lawyer!AU

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

http://ficsco-and-nagi.livejournal.com/36544.html - Confidence. Rodney finally makes a move.

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Any, Any, A Hard Knock Life (Annie)

Cinderella

[tigriswolf]

Jocelyn listens to her stepsisters' music lessons, humming along as she mops the entryway. She practices the steps she's seen them performing in their dance lessons as she prepares breakfast, lunch, afternoon tea, dinner. She sneaks books from Madam's library and reads by ember-light after her 'family' have all retired to their magnificent rooms.

She is caught but once with a book, becoming a far better thief after that whipping.

Never has Jocelyn understood why her 'family' hate her so, but she understands that Madam is trying to break her and she refuses. She could leave but this is her father's house, her mother's house, and if she goes, who will care for it?

And so she stays, slaving away for petulant heiresses and a woman who will never be satisfied, teaching herself with the barest knowledge, and she will not let herself be beaten.

(When she dances with the prince, she sees them in the crowd, gaping. When her foot fits the glass slipper, she hears them shouting, but she does not look away from the prince's eyes. When she marries the prince; when she is crowned queen -- her 'family' is not there.

Her mother's house is a wedding gift to her favorite attendant, a sweet girl who will treat the house as it should be treated.

There is much her husband does not understand, but he is kind. Easily led with caresses, with kisses, with demure gazes from under her eyelashes.

Jocelyn's stepmother tried to break her for reasons Jocelyn does not understand until an entire realm loves her. Instead, Madam made her far stronger than she otherwise would have been.

On the fifth anniversary of her marriage, Jocelyn has flowers sent to the hovel Madam had been graciously given when turned out of Jocelyn's mother's house, with a note conveying her gratitude.)

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Any, Any, Slipping Through My Fingers (Mama Mia)

Fill: Han + Ben [Kylo Ren] - Star Wars - together or not at all.

[hanorganaas.livejournal.com]

[[ Takes Place In My Dark!Leia!Au ]]

Han for a long time tried to deny what was going on with his wife. He tried to tell himself it was a phase and that it will pass, that the voices in her head was her trying to get used to the Force. But it was only when he was tucking Ben into bed was he frightfully aware what was going on.

"What's wrong with Mommy," Ben asked as Han placed the blanket up to his chin.

Han sighed. He almost wished Ben was just an infant like, Breha, or as he affectionately called "his little Rey" and not a child slowly plummeting into adolescence. That way he would be oblivious to what was going on. But Ben, he was a brilliant, sharp and perceptive child enchanced with the tiny bits of the force he gotten from his maternal family. He could always sense when something was wrong.

"Your mom is fine," Han lied smiling gently running his hand through his hair. "She's just under a lot of stress."

Ben shot up that same skeptical look Han often gave when he doubted the truth or that something even existed.

"Daddy I am not a baby anymore," He said gripping the ends of the blanket, "you don't have to treat me as such."

Smart kid, was an adult in a child's body just like Han was when he was poor on the streets trying to survive. Nothing could go over his head. He could hide it but....Ben would somehow pry until he got his answer.

"Your mom as you know has the force just like you do," Han said nodding, "It is stronger than yours. Sometimes people with the force as strong as your mother's and your uncle Luke's they could get sick....and it affects them negativity. It's what happened to your Grandfather Anakin."

Ben nodded. He knew well about his grandfather and his deeds as the evil Darth Vader. He was made so aware when Luke asked him if he wished to train as a Jedi, a idea which Ben kindly refused because he wished to be a pilot like his father.

"But Grandpa Anakin he didn't get better till the end of his life did he?" He asked frowning. A look of worry brushed on his cheeks. Han sighed and ran his hand through Ben's hair.

"Your mother is not like your Grandpa Anakin she's very, VERY strong," He said trying to reassure his son. "She has overcame many things she will overcome this...have faith...the force is strong with her." Han smiled gently and kissed Ben on the forehead, "good night Benny."

"Good night Daddy," Ben smiled back as Han got up and made his way out the door.

As he turned out the lights and shut the door he turned to Face Ben. His son's eyes, dark like his mother looked to him hopefully, as if he was depending on him. Han's smile slightly faded. He hoped he wouldn't disappoint him.

5 years later

Han looked sadly into his son's eyes. Ben was older now. So close to being an adult and facing this terrible world. All Han could he tell him. How could he tell him his mother had fell to the dark side...and the reason and the reason alone...to protect him from that monster Snoke.

"I am so sorry...Ben," Han said harshly tears falling down his eyes, "I tried...but...." He paused to swallow, "It was to protect you...she tried to not succumb but...." Han couldn't finish his sentence, he buried his face in his hands and began to sob.

He thought Ben would yell. He thought Ben would push him away. But instead...he pulled his father into a hug letting him cry into his chest. It was almost as if for a moment their roles had reversed.

"I am not angry father," Ben whispered his voice cracking, "You tried...that's all that matters to me...and we'll get her back. We're a team."

Han smiled through his tears. The love of his life had fallen to the darkside. His Breha, his little Rey, was hidden so she can be safe. But at least, in all this chaos, Ben was the only thing he had left.

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay, Hopelessly Devoted (Grease)

[fresh-brainss.livejournal.com]

Agent Carter, Angie Martinelli/Peggy Carter, Welcome to the 60's (Hairspray)

[fresh-brainss.livejournal.com]

How to Get Away With Murder, Annalise Keating/Eve Rothlo, Satisfied (Hamilton)

[enmuse.livejournal.com]

MCU, Avengers team, For Good (Wicked)

[enmuse.livejournal.com]

any, any, Grovel Grovel (Joseph & the Technicolor Dreamcoat)

[enmuse.livejournal.com]

Mass Effect, Shepard/Garrus Vakarian, A Miracle Would Happen/When You Come Home to Me (The Last 5 Years)

[lil-1337.livejournal.com]

Any high school based fandom, any, 16 going on 17 (Sound of Music)

Buffy the Vampire Slayer, minifill

[tigriswolf]

Buffy wonders, sometimes, why Slayers seem to always be called so young -- after Willow triggers every potential in the world, for the first time, there are middle-aged Slayers, there are old Slayers, and Buffy remembers the girl she was, a sixteen year old prophesied to never reach seventeen, and she watches girls teaching women to fight, power thrumming in all of their blood, and she smiles.

[lil-1337.livejournal.com]

Any, Any, Food, glorious food (Oliver)

Fill: Food, Glorious Food (FAKE: Drake, JJ: PG)

[bk_forever]

Drake dug into his breakfast with gusto. JJ spoiled him, really he did; Drake couldn’t remember eating this well, or this regularly, since he’d left home for the police academy. Well, except on those occasions when he went home for a visit and his mother insisted on feeding him up because she said he was too thin. She was usually right too; he knew didn’t eat enough most of the time, although it wasn’t by choice, and he always appreciated her home cooking.

Drake didn’t understand how the rest of the 27th’s detectives managed to keep themselves so well fed, because after paying bills, rent, and other expenses, he never seemed to have enough money left over for food to last a whole month and so ended up skipping meals, or scrounging from his colleagues, to eke out what was in the cupboards at home.

But that had all changed since he’d started dating his partner. JJ seemed as determined as his mother to feed him up, cooking him breakfast when he slept over, bringing him a packed lunch at work most days, and buying him dinner several times a week. Drake was naturally skinny, with a fast metabolism, which JJ attributed to him worrying too much. Nevertheless, he was actually starting to get a bit of meat on his bones, which JJ liked because it apparently made him cuddlier. That was fine with Drake, he’s willingly be as cuddly as JJ liked if it made the little guy happy.

The extra food was also responsible for giving him more energy, which was a good thing because he needed all the energy he could get just to keep up with his boyfriend. Thanks to JJ, he was discovering quite an appetite for things other than food too, which was a large part of the reason for needing more energy. JJ was like the energiser bunny, as exuberant and energetic in bed as he was out of it. A night with him was like a full body workout, which had the added benefit of getting him into better shape than he’d been in years. Of course, it also gave him a bigger appetite…

JJ beamed across the table at him. “Good?”

“Very good, JJ, you’re a fantastic cook! Even better than my mom!”

The praise made JJ’s smile even wider, and he slid a couple more pancakes onto Drake’s plate, along with some more fresh fruit. “Eat up, got to keep your strength up, we’ve got a busy day ahead of us!”

Drake did as he was told, hoping that their busy day at work would lead to an equally busy night at home. Maybe they could find something fun to do with the leftover fruit…

The End

[enmuse.livejournal.com]

Haven, Audrey Parker +or/ Duke Crocker +or/ Nathan Wuornos, The Next Ten Minutes (The Last 5 Years)

Filled

[truthwritaslies.livejournal.com]

There's a tension in Duke's shoulders that Audrey hasn't seen in a long time, a hardness to the set of Nathan's jaw that she had never wanted to see again.

Something happened while she was out and if they don't resolve it, everything they've worked for: the life the three of them had built together would be gone. Duke off on the boat he still kept even though his restaurant thrived, Nathan retreating back into the shell she had taken so long prying him out of.

The next ten minutes were going to be the most important of the last five years and Audrey wasn't letting all their hard work slip away without a fight.

She slams her purse on the hall table, loud enough to startle them both, then stommps up to stand between them (and is that a lessening in the body tension of both of them?)

"What happened?"