Friday - Our Song

[writinchica2k.livejournal.com]

Gooooood morning/afternoon/evening/whenever you're reading this, ladies and germs. I’m your host for this week writinchica2k, and I call today's theme "Our Song". Prompts can be anything with song lyrics or titles.

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 spoiler cut.
If there are possible triggers in your story, please warn for them in the subject line!

Prompts should be formatted as follows: [Use the character's full names and fandom's full name]
Fandom, Character +/ Character, Prompt

+ author's choice, author's choice, You're giving me a million reasons to let you go You're giving me a million reasons to quit the show
+ any supernatural/horror-based fandom, author's choice, I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed
+ Whedonverse, author's choice, Moonlight Drive (The Doors)

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Not feeling any of today’s prompts? Check out Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet 1 (not very current), Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet 2, or the Calendar Archives, or for more recent prompts, you can use LJ's advanced search options to find prompts to request and/or fill.

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[dreammaidenn.livejournal.com]

Any, Any, How can I explain I need you here and not here too

Fill 1/3: SG Multiverse/Glee Zombie Apocalypse AU

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Kurt woke from his post-crying jag nap to discover that the trucks had stopped and the soldiers were making camp for the night. They’d circled the trucks (suddenly the phrase ‘circle the wagons’ made so much more sense) and dug a pit into which to light a fire so visibility would be low. A couple of soldiers were keeping watch while the rest set up hasty tents and made food.

Mercedes, Kurt saw, was helping one of the soldiers with the food beside the fire.

Kurt had been curled up in the back of the truck, with one jacket folded under his head for a pillow, another tucked around him as a blanket. He stood up and stretched, shook out his limbs, and desperately, desperately wanted water. He climbed carefully out of the truck and landed in the dirt, started toward the fire.

And then he heard Daniel say, “How can I explain? I need you here and not here, too.”

“Because the Old Guy is dead,” Nathan said.

Kurt paused. Nathan’s voice was raw. Strained. The entire time Kurt had known him, he’d been easy-going and wry, but never like this. Tired and drained. Nathan was always the guy who knew what was going on, how to take care of himself and the people around him.

“Look, I’ll stay out of your way, stay with Colonel Crazy Hair or Major Poster Boy. We don’t have to -”

“That’s not what I meant,” Daniel said, tone even and reasonable. Cautious. “I just -”

“Believe me, I know.” Nathan took a deep breath. “How did it happen?”

“He was protecting Hayes. To his last breath. He - Mitchell had to put him down.”

“Sounds like him.”

Kurt wondered who they were talking about. Someone they knew? Maybe a relative? Someone they’d lost. Kurt knew everyone had lost someone in this disaster.

“Before we left the Mountain, I - I managed to grab a few things. I swung by Jack’s locker and got this.”

There was silence. Then a sob. Another sob. Then full-on crying.

Kurt, alarmed, peered between the trucks where Daniel and Nathan were talking. He’d refrained from peeking at them out of a sense of manners, but if that was Nathan crying -

Nathan was clutching a photograph and bawling his eyes out, shoulders heaving.

Daniel reached out, put a tentative hand on Nathan’s shoulder. Nathan collapsed against him.

“Hey, it’s okay,” Daniel said. “You’ve been holding it together for a long time. You can rest now. I’m sure your teenage hormones are - making things more difficult. And - and teenagers feel things more intensely. I just -”

Nathan surged forward and caught Daniel in a kiss.

What the hell? Daniel was older than Mr. Schuester. Not as old as Coach Sylvester, but -

And Kurt remembered, when he’d asked if boys were Nathan’s type. He’d said no. Not boys, then, but men. Much older men.

Daniel pulled back. “No, I can’t, you’re not him -”

“But for me, you’re him.” Nathan gazed into Daniel’s eyes.

Daniel shook his head, stepped back. “I’m sorry. I can’t -” He turned and walked away.

[dreammaidenn.livejournal.com]

Black Mirror, Yorkie/Kelly,
Look for me, I know that I'm a handful
But you get me, know what you signed up for
Live up to the best and the worst of your dreams

[writinchica2k.livejournal.com]

author's choice, author's choice, You're giving me a million reasons to let you go You're giving me a million reasons to quit the show

[writinchica2k.livejournal.com]

any supernatural/horror-based fandom, author's choice, I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed

[writinchica2k.livejournal.com]

Whedonverse, author's choice, Moonlight Drive (The Doors)

[vanillafluffy.livejournal.com]

MCU, Bucky Barnes, Veteran of the Psychic Wars (Blue Oyster Cult)

[dreammaidenn.livejournal.com]

Any, Any m/m, Inside a boy I found a universe, and in his eyes are a thousand stars on a dark sky

Fill 1/2: Stargate Multiverse Artist AU, Evan/Clone!Jack

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Evan looked confused when he stepped into Sheila’s gallery and the lights were low, and a soft music was playing. A stark voice, with a mournful Irish lilt, a man singing Far away boys, far away boys, away from you now, I’m lying with my sweetheart, in his arms I’ll be found. Jonathan didn’t often sing in the traditional Irish style, but this was a special occasion.

“What are we doing here?” Evan was whispering, the way humans tended to do in the darkness. “We can’t even see the pictures. Did Sheila really give you a key, or did you break in? I know you have all kinds of mad skills up in that head of yours.”

Jonathan raised his eyebrows. “Did you just say ‘mad skills’?”

Evan glanced up at him. “Isn’t that what the kids call them these days?”

Jonathan kept his fingers intertwined with Evan’s, led him to the middle of the gallery floor. “I brought you here,” he said, “because this is where it started.”

“Where what started?” Evan asked.

“I came in here one day, just to look, because I like to look, and I saw this drawing,” Jonathan said. “And it stopped me in my tracks. Because it made me feel like I’d just stepped through a stargate, like I was seeing the world and the universe anew. And I bought it, and I took it home. And then I kept coming back, because I wanted more of that, and more. Then one day I came in, and there was this boy, and when he turned around, I looked into his eyes, and I saw a thousand stars on a dark sky. When he kissed me, I knew he had the universe in his soul. And I wanted him in my arms forever. So, Evan Lorne, will you stay in my arms forever? If you take me away, I will always take you home.”

Evan stared at Jonathan.

Jonathan sank down to one knee, reached into his pocket, and drew out a box with two rings, one yellow, one green. He slid the yellow one onto Evan’s ring finger, and the green ring onto his own ring finger, and he waited.

Evan stared down at the ring on his hand for a long moment. Then he said, “With you, I’m already home.” He knelt and drew Jonathan into a kiss.

Jonathan kissed him back, heart soaring.

Cheers broke out all right, and Evan jerked back, eyes wide. The lights came up, and there were people clapping. All of their friends and family - Evan’s family, the Winchesters, Bobby and Krissy from the garage, Evan’s gate team, Dave Sheppard and his family, John Sheppard and McKay, the original SG-1, and even Tyson and Lane from Jonathan’s undercover stint at Sheppard Industries. Sheila and Rose were there as well, having facilitated the entire proposal. They’d also worked like mad the night before to help mount Jonathan’s entire collection of Evan’s pieces on every available surface. He’d had a whole stash of prints he’d never hung up in his house before; he would always be grateful to John Eric and Dean for saving his collection.

“So was that a yes?” Jonathan asked.

Evan laughed. “Yes, of course, always a yes.” And he leaned in, kissed Jonathan again.

[dreammaidenn.livejournal.com]

MCU, Any m/m,
One night of magic rush
The start: a simple touch
One night to push and scream
And then relief

[dreammaidenn.livejournal.com]

DCU, Any m/m,
Lights black
Heads bang
You're my drug
We live it
You're drunk, you need it
Real love, I'll give it

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

The X-Files, Fox Mulder+/Dana Scully, It's been one week since you looked at me/cocked your head to the side and said "I'm angry"

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Leverage (or any fandom with a dog), author's choice, I read in the papers there are robbers
With flashlights that shine in the dark
My love needs a doggie to protect him
And scare them away with one bark

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Dragon Age, author's choice, I came here because I wanted a home where I can find peace. Where I can be treated like anyone else. Where I can be anyone I want to be.

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Any (please no SPN), any/any, Big city, beautiful sky
The only thing I want is to survive
Soft sand, flickering light
Your beating, breathing out keep me from dying

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Buffyverse, author's choice, Big city, beautiful night
The only thing I want is a taste of your heart
Wherever I go, it's gonna be all right
There's nothing in the world that can keep me from flying

[cozy-coffee.livejournal.com]

Any, any, the game (disturbed)

[cozy-coffee.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, dean winchester, hustler (josef salvat)

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Any (please no SPN or RPF), any/any, There is nothing for you to do
But keep me making love to you

Love to you, ooohooo
Love to you


I'm going to have this stuck in my head all day, and now, so are you, mwahahaha!

[cozy-coffee.livejournal.com]

Any, any/any, love, me (collin raye)

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard,

I cannot communicate
Like I wish I could
I do not deal with my problems
Like I know I should

I am out of my depth
I am out of my league
(Everclear)

Fill

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Creatures of Habit (http://archiveofourown.org/works/8510938) on AO3. NSFW. Mafia AU version of 2x08 Conversion.

[cozy-coffee.livejournal.com]

Any, any/any, sex on fire (kings of leon)

not a fill

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

But your icon gave me thinky thoughts.

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Marvel Cinematic Universe, Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes, I Won't Give Up (Jason Mraz)

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Any, Any, If we’ve got something to save why don’t we save it? (George Michael)

Original fic, M/M, boyfriends/cuddling/fluff

[cozy-coffee.livejournal.com]

Why, oh why, must he leave the warmth of the bed? Work could wait, there should always be time for cuddling, nuzzling into a warm body, breath softly tickling his neck. He did not wish to rise and shine and he will not!

He stubbornly refuses to leave this bed and he will even go so far as to throw a temper tantrum like a little boy if he has to in order to stay snuggled up next to the soft body that lies beside him. He was utterly content to lie swaddled in the warm sheets, melted into the fluffy, soft, cozy mattress.

He wiggles just slightly closer against the honey-golden freckled skin that warms under his touch, smiling fondly. The gentle sunshine slips through the curtains as he exhales deeply and inhales, breathing in the aroma of lavender and cinnamon that tickles his boyfriend’s skin. His lover sleeps peacefully next to him, and his lips are so pink and soft looking, he has to touch, he rubs his finger over the feather light skin that is silky like velvet.

Eyelashes flutter gently, hos boyfriend groans as he wakes from his dreams, and then a hand grips his waist and draws him closer, and his resolve to leave the bed strengths. Held immobile in a pair of strong arms, soft lips tenderly kiss him. His boyfriend grins at him, all giggly laughter and bright smile and hazy gaze.

On such a lovely autumn day, he refuses to leave this heaven; he lies in the arms of his beloved angel, soaking his soul in sweet little kisses as pure happiness fills his heart.

(END)

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Hawaii Five-0, Danny Williams/Steve McGarrett, Man of Devotion (Fool's Garden)

Filled!

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

The Work's Never Done (https://archiveofourown.org/works/14000742)

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, Rodney McKay/John Sheppard, You know I talk too much / Honey, come put your lips on mine and shut me up / We could blame it all on human nature / Stay cool, it's just a kiss

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Stargate Multiverse, any former Goa'uld host, When you feel my heat / Look into my eyes / It's where my demons hide