Dingsdag: Lyrics

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Good morning, everybody! I’m still doreyg and today's theme is Lyrics. Take the lyrics from your favourite songs (or your least favourite songs, I'm not gonna police that) and apply them to your favourite characters (or your least favourite characters, still not policing) for fun and profit!

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 lyrical examples to get the ball rolling...
+ The Iliad – Homer, Helen/Hector,

Baby, I know places we won't be found
And they'll be chasing their tails tryin' to track us down

+ Justice League Cartoon, Wally West/Bruce Wayne,

I got chills
They're multiplying
And I'm losing control

+ The Flash (TV), Cisco Ramon/Iris West,

As deep as any ocean
Sweet as any harmony
She blinded me with science

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Have fun!

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[aivix.livejournal.com]

Any, Any,
I took the stars from my eyes, and then I made a map
And knew that somehow I could find my way back
Then I heard your heart beating, you were in the darkness too
So I stayed in the darkness with you

Fill: Always In This Twilight (Star Wars, Evaan/Leia)

[fresh-brainss.livejournal.com]

Filled on AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/6933352

[aivix.livejournal.com]

Stargate: Atlantis, John Sheppard,

I don't know where you're going,
But do you got room for one more troubled soul

Fill 1/2: band!AU

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Jennifer wasn’t sure what to think when John showed up at Ronon’s garage for band practice that night, carrying his guitar in a case so boxy and nondescript he might have been hauling a corpse. She knew Rodney hated John because John had broken Jeannie’s heart back when they are all freshmen (Jennifer wasn’t a hundred percent clear on the details but didn’t think it could have been that scarring because Jeannie was now class president and dating her high school sweetheart Kaleb, who was a freshman English major with the rest of them), and they’d also spent a good chunk of their high school years competing against each other academically. So the fact that Rodney had convinced John, their temporary guitarist, to become their permanent guitarist, to go for this offer from Richard Woolsey and possibly end up having to give up college (and his familial obligations, which Rodney had harped on about at length through high school), was a massive surprise.

But John was at practice on time, had changed out of his work clothes into jeans and an old Johnny Cash t-shirt. After Rodney had gone haring off to Sheppard Industries to have a chat with John, he hadn’t come back, hadn’t answered his phone at all (during the summers all of them had day jobs and sometimes Rodney’s job was less day than he’d like), so no one knew what to expect. Jennifer made a mental note to go around town and take down the audition flyers.

Ronon strolled into the garage with his bass in hand. When he saw John, he gave John a manly clasp on the shoulder and nodded his head in approval, and John smiled at him. Teyla, when she arrived, greeted John in the traditional manner of her people, which was supposed to be a meeting of minds and a sharing of breath but more often than not was an affectionate head-butt.

“Does this mean you are interested in pursuing music seriously?” Teyla asked when she straightened up.

John nodded. He reached into his pocket and drew out Richard Woolsey’s business card, handed it to Teyla.

Rodney was the last to arrive, carrying his sturdy black case in which he kept the soundboard. “Good,” he said to John, brisk and businesslike. “You’re here. Shall we get started?”

“Shouldn’t we call this Richard Woolsey guy?” Ronon asked.

“Let’s warm up first,” John said. “Make sure we’ve all got this together.”

Ronon raised his eyebrows, but Rodney was setting up his soundboard like it was practice as usual, so Jennifer said, “Yeah, let’s do a pancake.”

John opened his guitar case, and inside of it, with the electric acoustic he’d had since high school, was his old electric. Jennifer hadn’t seen it in years, assumed he’d sold it, but he smiled at Ronon and said, “Thanks for taking such good care of her.”

“No problem,” Ronon said.

Teyla settled behind her drums, adjusted the hi-hat. “What shall we start with?”

John plugged his guitar into the amp, fiddled with the dials, strummed a chord. He grinned. “Doped Up Dollies on a One Way Ticket to Blood.”

Jennifer blinked. Rodney had written that back when they were freshman and before they’d found the Theme from the Chalets it had always been their opening number at the house parties they’d played. They hadn’t played it in years. How did John even remember it?

Jennifer fired up her keyboard, hurried to find the brass settings because they had no real brass section even though Rodney had written the song during his ska/stroll experimental phase.

Rodney stared at John for a moment, then scrambled to adjust his soundboard, flipping switches and adjusting dials like a madman. Jennifer reviewed the song in her head as best as she could while everyone else hurried to get their mics set up.

The song was a total pancake, held together by Teyla and Ronon keeping the beat. John’s chord transitions were a little rusty, but he remembered the lyrics off by heart, and he was grinning into his mic like a madman. Jennifer sang her heart out on the backing vocals, building the rhythm and the momentum, and when it ended, they all burst into laughter.

[aivix.livejournal.com]

MCU, Clint Barton (+/Phil Coulson),

I got dreams that keep me up in the dead of night
Telling me I wasn't made for the simple life
There's a light I see, but it's far in the distance

[aivix.livejournal.com]

Stargate Multiverse, Any,

Sometimes you leave the ones you love
But if it's love, they won't give up
Cause they know a war's raging and you gotta choose
These days are tough, these days are long
Sometimes it's hard, you carry on
But I hear a voice singing and I know it's true

Fill 1/2: Evan Lorne + John Sheppard, background McShep

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

John wasn’t equipped to talk about feelings. He could barely talk about his own. He wasn’t sure how the hell he was supposed to talk about someone else’s, but multiple people had come to him about the same issue, and now he felt professionally obligated to address it.

So late one night, he knocked on Lorne’s door.

The door hissed open without John initiating the lock. He’d forgotten that for all he was Atlantis’s favorite, other natural gene carriers were by no means weak.

Opera music spilled into the hallway.

John had been forced into a tuxedo and dragged off to enough cultural events both as a child and during his marriage to Nancy that he recognized that the singer was a tenor and the song was Nessun Dorma, but he couldn’t identify the singer, and he was okay with that. He stepped into Lorne’s quarters and found Lorne propped up on his bed, barefoot in a USAF t-shirt and sweats. Lorne had his shoebox of personal effects open beside him. He was reading a letter.

Lorne looked up, saw who it was. “Sir!” He sat up straighter, started to rise.

John shook his head. “You’re off duty. I’m off duty. Tomorrow’s your designated Sunday, right?”

Lorne nodded, eased back down onto his bed. He refolded the letter and set it back in the box atop another stack of letters. A tilt of his head, and the music either paused or was set on mute.

“I didn’t know you liked opera,” John said.

“Not usually my thing, but a friend recommended I try it,” Lorne said.

John nodded. “I went to the opera sometimes, growing up. Who’s the singer?”

“My friend, actually.” Lorne smiled fondly, and suddenly John understood.

Well, damn.

Teyla, Teldy, Ronon, hell, even Rodney had insisted that something was wrong with Lorne when he came back from leave. Best as John could tell, no one in Lorne’s family had died while he’d been on leave, otherwise his leave would have been extended to include some compassionate leave. John hadn’t noticed any difference in Lorne’s job performance - he got things done, his team did well offworld - but the others had insisted that something was amiss and John, as Lorne’s CO, ought to talk to the man, make sure everything was five by five.

John was pretty sure that sort of thing was the purview of the base psych, but when all four of them had descended on him at dinner and insisted he do something about, Lorne didn’t look right, well, what could it hurt? A little buddy talk, maybe some beer (but not on the pier, that was John and Rodney’s spot), and things would be all right.

“Your friend’s pretty good. I know enough, from having been subjected to opera.”

“I hadn’t expected it, actually. I mean, I knew he liked opera, but I like the Red Hot Chili Peppers, and I can’t hold a note to save my life.” Lorne reached out and slipped the cover back on his box of personal effects. The gesture seemed innocuous enough, like he was getting ready to put everything away for bed, but John knew better. “What can I do for you, sir?”

“I was just swinging by to make sure things with you were all right.”

Lorne raised his eyebrows. “All right?” In his three and a half years serving as John’s 2IC, they’d never had a conversation that came anywhere close to this, not even after the time Lorne was kidnapped by the Genii.

“Yeah,” John said. “Some of the others - I - noticed you seem a bit...off. I know it’s rough, getting back into the swing of things after going on leave, but I wanted to be sure it wasn’t something else. I mean, if it was something big, I’d say go see Dr. Murase, obviously.”

Dr. Murase was nice and all, good at her job, but she wasn’t Heightmeyer. Heightmeyer had been with Atlantis since the beginning.

Lorne stared down at his hands for a long time. Then he looked up at John. “You were married once, weren’t you, sir?”

John grimaced. “Once. Not well.”

“But you felt deeply enough to take that step, once upon a time.”

[aivix.livejournal.com]

Stargate: Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay,

I was the match and you were the rock
Maybe we started this fire

Fill 1/2: + Night World

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

After Evan and Ronon left, Woolsey ordered their effects packed up, Evan’s to be shipped home to his family and any of Ronon’s that wasn’t obviously alien to go with it, since there was nothing else to do with it. Teldy packed up everything, but she gave Evan’s laptop to Rodney to decommission. They deactivated all of Evan’s security access codes, logins, and passwords, and of course his and Ronon’s IDCs. But Rodney backed up Evan’s hard drive in case he had mission reports or other things on it that were still necessary to the expedition.

He set the laptop aside in case anyone’s broke and a new one was needed, and that was that.

He was working on the problem of recharging a ZPM yet again when he felt a stabbing pain in his chest.

No, not in his chest. His heart.

John.

Rodney dropped everything and ran. Blindly. Followed the tug and the pain to - the gate room.

“Tell me again.” John sounded completely calm, but Lieutenant Franklin looked spooked, and for good reason.

She cleared her throat. “The Menarians reported that the Satedans contacted them. They say they’ve moved back to Sateda and are looking to rebuild. They’re accepting refugees of culled planets who desire Satedan citizenship, and they’re open to trade negotiations.”

“The other part. About their gods.” The ice on John’s voice was accompanied by another spike of burning fury in Rodney’s chest.

And Rodney remembered Evan’s words: On Sateda, we were gods.

“The Menarians report that the Satedans are confident in rebuilding because their gods have returned.”

“The Ancients?”

“No, sir,” Franklin said. “The Menarians said these gods were older than the Ancestors. They weren’t too clear on it.”

“Did they say what these gods looked like? What they could do?”

Franklin bit her lip. Then she reached into her pocket and drew out a piece of paper, unfolded it.

Rodney stepped closer so he could see. John didn’t even notice he was there.

Someone had drawn - quite well - a pair of jaguars, one black, rosettes barely visible, the other pale gold.

John nodded. “Thank you. Dismissed, Lieutenant.”

Franklin actually saluted before she darted away, Kusanagi and the rest of her team hurrying after her.

John turned to Rodney. “Oh, there you are. I was just about to radio for you.”

Rodney swallowed down the rage and hurt that curled in his throat, danced toward the tip of his tongue. John’s mind was one smooth obsidian wall. Nothing Rodney did nor said would get through. “What can I do for you?”

“Do you have a back-up of the contents of Lorne’s laptop?”

“Of course.” Rodney bit back a sarcastic follow-up.

“Bring it to me.”

Rodney nodded and hurried to obey. He found the external hard drive with laptop backups on it and tracked John down in the military command office. Teldy was nowhere to be seen even though her team wasn’t going off-world for the next few days.

Rodney couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen Teyla.

John accepted the hard drive with curt thanks and connected it to his laptop. He seemed to forget Rodney’s presence altogether after that and began searching through the hard drive. Rodney remained at John’s side, watching over his shoulder while he worked.

John was looking for Evan’s email.

As soon as John clicked on an email from thea.dahlia@daybreak.org, Rodney realized what he was looking for.

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Any, Any,

Hey you can be with me
Yeah 'cause I just might be the one
Who will treat you like you're perfect
Who will always make you come

Fill 1/2: Ronon/Lorne, Night World fusion

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

One thing Evan had learned in Major School was that no commanding officer should order a man to do something he wasn’t willing to do himself, which was why he submitted himself to ego beatdowns with Ronon on a regular basis. This submission had manifold purpose: it helped new recruits understand that Ronon, alien though he was, was a force to be reckoned with; it gave the marines something to have a laugh about (Chair Force officers getting their asses handed to them by the hippie-looking dude with the tats and dreadlocks); and it reminded them all that there was still improvement to be made, and that Evan was willing to work hard right alongside them.

So he picked himself up off the mat, manfully ignoring the marines snickering, and dusted himself off, offered a hand to Ronon. “Thanks,” he said, because that was what he always said.

Ronon swatted his hand aside. “You’ve been holding back.”

Evan blinked, startled at the disruption in their routine. “Pardon?”

“You’ve been holding back,” Ronon said again. “Don’t do that.”

Behind Evan, the marines stirred, alarmed by the anger in Ronon’s voice.

“I don’t know what you’re getting at,” Evan said automatically, even though it was true, he did hold back, had learned through careful study what a human man his size and build would be capable of, even on the higher end of athleticism.

Ronon lunged at him. Evan reacted instinctively, slipping to one side. Ronon swiped, caught an arm around his waist, went to throw him. Evan shifted his weight, grounded himself, tried to throw Ronon right back. Because this - this wasn’t training. This was battle. Evan’s mind was going a mile a minute. Sure, Ronon was tough, let everyone have an introductory beatdown before he ran drills. He demanded excellence, and he let his students feel pain, but this aggression was -

Evan’s mind went blank.

No time to think.

Just fight.

Ronon loosed a flurry of punches at him. Evan reacted.

No chance of blocking them all. Slip, dodge, catch his wrist, step in. Lock his arms down. Stomp at his knee. Circle upward, check a kick with a knee. There - opening at the ribs. Block block block! Weight shift - going for another throw. Sweep his feet. Downward elbow. Damn he’s fast. Strong. Dammit! Wait, there, weight shift again -

Evan came back to lucidity with Ronon pinned on the mat beneath him.

Ronon grinned. “There. You were holding back.”

Evan scrambled to his feet and backed away, chest heaving. “I’m sorry. I -”

“Sir,” one of the new young marines said in breathless awe, “that was badass.”

Ronon caught Evan’s gaze, and Evan heard, bright and clear in his mind, I know what you are.

Evan stopped short, because Ronon was human. Humans didn’t have telepathy. Witches did - and they could speak to anyone. So could vampires, if they were strong enough at telepathy (because vampires were, in their own special way, mutated witches). But shapeshifters could only speak to each other, and even then their telepathy only worked when they were in their true form. The only shifters who could use their telepathy in human form were - dragons. First House.

For the first time in Evan’s life, he could have kissed Rodney McKay, because Rodney’s voice crackled over his radio.

“Major Lorne? I need you in the lab. This device looks like it might take two.”

“I have to go,” Evan said, and fled.

After he finished helping Sheppard initiate something in the lab for McKay, Evan said in a low voice, “Sir, could I have a word?”

Sheppard looked alarmed for a moment, but then he nodded and said, “See you, Rodney,” and followed Evan into the corridor.

“Lorne, look, I know I need to apologize to you, but -”

“Sir, is Ronon human?”

Sheppard blinked. “What? Of course he is. I mean, yes, he’s an alien, but he’s definitely human.” He looked confused but also distinctly relieved.

“Are you sure? Because he spoke to me, mind-to-mind,” Evan said.

“He’s definitely not lamia or vampire.” Sheppard shook his head. “There’s every possibility he’s a witch.”

“But he doesn’t have the gene.”

Sheppard slowed. “Are you saying…?”

“I don’t know, sir. I’m just asking if you knew or had any hints.”

“None.” Sheppard looked troubled.

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Stargate Multiverse, Any,

It seems a shame to waste your time on me
It seems a lot to waste your time for me

Fill: SGA, John + Cranky Evan

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

“Evan,” John said.

Evan’s shoulders stiffened, but he said, “Sir?”

John could call him by his first name, had that privilege by virtue of his rank, though he rarely exercised it. Anyone who passed by, overheard these opening salvos, would find no fault in John’s conduct; he knew they’d find no fault in Evan’s either, despite Evan’s widespread and quietly passive-aggressive methods of pissing off Rodney.

The flowers had stopped, finally.

The new scientists had a healthy respect for Kusanagi, too.

“Take a walk with me.”

“Yes, sir.” Evan saved whatever he’d been working on on his datapad and stood up, followed John out of the office. He accompanied John down the hallway to a transporter, then began a circuit of the exterior balconies, which was a favorite running route for Evan and his team in the morning.

Once they were out in the fresh air and hadn’t seen any other people for a few minutes, John was satisfied they were alone.

“You’re a good soldier, Evan.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“You’re a good officer, too. The men like you, respect you.”

“Not as much as they like you, sir, but then it’s not my job to be liked. And the NCOs on this expedition are par excellence.”

John had forgotten that, for all that he’d been raised with Sheppard wealth and Redfern privilege, Evan had been raised by someone who loved language and art and taught her son to do all things beautifully (all things, even in war). The marines on whom Evan sharpened his sarcasm didn’t know the depth of his way with words.

These days, John was on the receiving end of Evan’s artfully-disguised sarcasm. He knew he deserved it, but that didn’t mean he liked it.

“You’re a good man, Evan.”

“If you say so, sir.” Evan flicked a glance at him, veiled and heated, and not with the kind of heat John used to enjoy the fruits of after hours in Evan’s quarters.

“What happened was - unfortunate.”

“I understand, sir.”

“Do you?”

“I was raised with the same knowledge and history as you, sir. The silver cord cannot be denied. It would be bootless to try. That you tried speaks to your - determination, sir. Unparalleled.”

Bootless. Evan was bringing out the Shakespeare. John winced. “I didn’t mean -”

“I’m sure neither of us meant any harm.”

John was pretty sure Evan had meant some harm, spreading it across the expedition that John liked to be wooed with ridiculous plants. But then Evan had also made John’s favorite snack in the wake of being kidnapped with Todd the Wraith. Evan Lorne was a frustrating, frustrating man.

“Then it’s a waste of time to spend much more energy on the issue, isn’t it?”

“An inefficient use of military resources, sir.”

John sighed and stopped, turned to face Evan. Evan stood - oh, Circe - in parade rest, posture perfect, like he was standing before a general.

“I’m sorry, Evan.” For hurting you.

“As am I, sir.” For loving you.

John tried to think of something to say, but Rodney hadn’t been kidding. Talking to Evan was like talking to the most polite, eloquent brick wall in the universe when he was being like this.

“Dismissed,” John said.

Evan actually saluted before he walked away.

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

MCU, Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers,

Don’t people change?
Here I am!
Is it too late to try again?
Here I am!

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay,

And if you carry me tonight
I would be strong enough to fight
And when you’re weak and can’t go on
I’d be the bed you lay upon

[ivotedforsaxon.livejournal.com]

Any, any,

I've been brought down to my knees
And I've been pushed way past the point of breaking
But I can take it
I'll be back
Back on my feet
This is far from over
You haven't seen the last of me

[tigriswolf]

Avengers movieverse, Steve Rogers + Bucky Barnes, I never meant for you to fix yourself [nothing from Civil War, please]

[tigriswolf]

Author’s choice, author’s choice,




Four - that's how many years it took me to get through the lesson
That I had to do it all on my own
Three - that's how many Hail Mary's they would pray for me
Thinkin' I was gonna end up all alone
Two - for second chances that you've given me,
Can it be, lucky me, lucky me, now let's go
One - it's what we are, it's what we are

[tigriswolf]

Marvel movies, Steve Rogers/ex-Winter Soldier,

it’ll be alright
no one can hurt you now

[tigriswolf]

Avengers movieverse, Bucky Barnes, that’s enough to put a vagabond on his hands and knees

[tigriswolf]

author's choice, author's choice,



The world is not enough
But it is such a perfect place to start, my love
And if you're strong enough
Together we can take the world apart, my love

beautiful destruction, kylo ren/general hux, star wars

[hanorganaas.livejournal.com]

A partner, Snoke says as he introduces them to each other.

Kylo doesn't know if its the force his mother bestowed upon him or the romantic side displayed by his father rubbing off on him, but the Knight of Ren sees much more in General Hux than just a partner.

Kylo sees darkness, passionate love. He sees arguements which sometimes turn violent and has Hux flung against a wall. He sees nights with their limbs in a mess as their bodies are intertwined. Their bodies would move at an alarming speed and lips would collide like lightning.

Above all he sees enemies fall beneath their feet. The planets explode into nothing but dust and all fearing the sounds of their names.

Their love would leave such carnage in its wake. But Oh....would it be beautiful destruction.

[hanorganaas.livejournal.com]

Star Wars, Han Solo/Leia Organa,
I'm sorry but I fell in love tonight.
I didn't mean to fall in love tonight.

[hanorganaas.livejournal.com]

Agents of SHIELD, Phil Coulson/Melinda May,

It's not in the words that you told me, girl
It's not in the way you say you're mine, ooh
It's not in the way that you came back to me
It's not in the way that your love set me free

[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
And I'm gonna write it all down, and I'm gonna sing it on stage
But I don't have to fucking tell you anything, anything

[hanorganaas.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Elizabeth Weir,

Breathe your life into me
I can feel you
I'm falling, falling faster
Breathe your life into me
I still need you
I'm falling, falling
Breathe into me

[hanorganaas.livejournal.com]

Marvel Cinematic Universe, Sam Wilson/Steve Rogers,

Now I cannot speak, I lost my voice
I'm speechless and redundant
'Cause I love you's not enough
I'm lost for words

[marlex.livejournal.com]

The Walking Dead, Beth Greene/Daryl Dixon,
Your cigarette smell, broke leather jacket taste
It lingers in the air and it never goes away
You're like a bar marker star stamp I can't scrub off
You're like a tattered ankle bracelet I don't wanna unknot
And if you wanna come around I'm caught
And if you wanna get me down I'm got
And if you wanna know how much it's a lot (Emily Kinney)

[marlex.livejournal.com]

The Walking Dead, Beth Greene/Daryl Dixon,
I hope you don’t think it’s dirty
To be so selfishly flirty
My body and brain have been reelin'
From this unanswered sexual feelin'
You never thought this girl could make such noise
I never thought I’d have such fun, no help from boys
You got me pinned up against these mirrored walls
It’s in my head, I don’t worry ‘bout trips or falls
I just pretend, just pretend you can feel me shake
I just pretend, just pretend but this next part’s not fake (Emily Kinney)

[marlex.livejournal.com]

MCU, Darcy Lewis/Steve Rogers,
Nobody likes us at this party
No body likes us on this couch
We can't stop eating the candy
We can stop making out
The girl in the corner knows the story about the first night we met
She keeps asking "Why aren't you together yet?" (Emily Kinney)

[marlex.livejournal.com]

MCU, Darcy Lewis/Steve Rogers,
Oh, there's no one left to call
Nothin' much to say
Pretty sure the world is gonna end today
Drink up one last whiskey, head to the dance
Baby, this is our last chance
Baby, this is our last chance (Emily Kinney)

[iceybreath.livejournal.com]

Any, Any,
I’m not evil to the core
What I shouldn't do I will fight
I know I’m emotional
What I wanna save I will try
I know who I truly am
I truly do have a chance
Tomorrow I’ll switch the beat
To avoid yesterday’s dance