Lunes: Music
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nagi_schwarz and today's theme is music. Prompts can be song titles, song lyrics, or your characters making or enjoying music or really anything involving music.
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
Some examples to get the ball rolling...
+ Stargate Atlantis, Teyla Emmagan + Torren Emmagan, trying Earth lullabies
+ BBC Sherlock, Sherlock Holmes +/ John Watson, Silhouette Serenade (Vendetta Red)
+ Marvel Cinematic Universe, Tony Stark/Stephen Strange, We twist and turn where angels burn / Like fallen soldiers we will learn / Once forgotten, twice removed / Love will be the death / The death of you (Tears of Pearls - Savage Garden)
We use AO3 to bookmark filled prompts. If you fill a prompt and post it to AO3 please add it to the Bite Sized Bits of Fic from 2018 collection. See further notes on this new option here.
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.
While the Lonely Prompts Spreadsheets and LJ's advanced search options are available, bookmarking the links of prompts you like might work better for searching for in the future.
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nagi_schwarz and today's theme is music. Prompts can be song titles, song lyrics, or your characters making or enjoying music or really anything involving music.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
Some examples to get the ball rolling...
+ Stargate Atlantis, Teyla Emmagan + Torren Emmagan, trying Earth lullabies
+ BBC Sherlock, Sherlock Holmes +/ John Watson, Silhouette Serenade (Vendetta Red)
+ Marvel Cinematic Universe, Tony Stark/Stephen Strange, We twist and turn where angels burn / Like fallen soldiers we will learn / Once forgotten, twice removed / Love will be the death / The death of you (Tears of Pearls - Savage Garden)
We use AO3 to bookmark filled prompts. If you fill a prompt and post it to AO3 please add it to the Bite Sized Bits of Fic from 2018 collection. See further notes on this new option here.
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.
While the Lonely Prompts Spreadsheets and LJ's advanced search options are available, bookmarking the links of prompts you like might work better for searching for in the future.
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Date: 2018-06-25 12:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2018-06-25 12:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2018-06-25 12:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2018-06-25 12:24 pm (UTC)Don't give me that salt shaker and lime
Don't give me that come back chaser this time
Don't muddle it up, don't water it down
Give me everything you got right here, right now
Make it burn
(Brothers Osborne)
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Date: 2018-06-25 12:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2018-06-25 12:26 pm (UTC)Somebody had to hurt you bad
For you to give up like that
Somebody had to break your heart in two
But that ain't me and you
(Michael Ray)
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Date: 2018-06-25 12:27 pm (UTC)Fill -- The Guitar Case
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Date: 2018-06-25 12:28 pm (UTC)Are you sleeping or can you hear me?
Do you know if I am by your side?
Does it matter if you hear me?
When the morning comes I'll be there by your side
(Harry Nilsson)
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Date: 2018-06-25 01:48 pm (UTC)Long ago
It seems so long ago
How young and innocent we were
He may not remember me
But I remember him
(Phantom of the Opera, pronouns changed)
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Date: 2018-06-25 01:53 pm (UTC)Flowers fade
The fruits of summer fade
They have their seasons
So do we
But, please, promise me that sometimes
You will think of me
(Phantom of the Opera)
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Date: 2018-06-25 01:58 pm (UTC)Fill: drabble
Date: 2018-06-25 03:43 pm (UTC)“You used to be better than this,” Abe said.
“I was younger then,” Henry replied.
“I think you’ll find I’m the one with the fingers that are getting stiff.”
“All right, I admit I’ve got things on my mind.”
“Mum always used to say playing the piano was good for the times when your brain was whirling. She said having to concentrate on the notes gave the brain time to breathe.”
Henry nodded. “Abigail was right. She normally was about things like that. Okay, let’s take it from the top again.”
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Date: 2018-06-25 02:00 pm (UTC)I've crept into your temple
I have slept upon your pew
I have dreamed of the divinity
Inside and out of you
I want it more than truth
I can taste it on my breath
I would give my life just for a little death
(Melissa Etheridge)
no subject
Date: 2018-06-25 02:04 pm (UTC)I know there's no form
And no labels to put on
To this thing we keep
And dip into when we need
And I don't have the right
To ask where you go at night
But the waves hit my head
To think someone's in your bed
(Miike Snow)
no subject
Date: 2018-06-25 02:08 pm (UTC)You should know how great things were before you
Even so, they're better still today
I can't think of who I was before
You ruined everything in the nicest way
(Jonathan Coulton)
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Date: 2018-06-25 02:11 pm (UTC)FILL: Hit the floor, Zero/Jude, cancer fic, hurt/comfort
Date: 2018-12-08 02:41 pm (UTC)Zero can see the truth now. There is no outrunning this darkness. But he will not go down to the grave with his head bowed. He has made peace with his impending death. He cannot stop what is coming.
He has battled his way through a world of pain and sickness, and he fought with all his might until he could fight no more. The doctor’s best efforts were in vain. Tragically, the illness.
He could cry. He could scream. He could drop to his knees and beg God for salvation. He doesn’t do any of that. He accepts his fate. He prepares his last meal; a thick, juicy cheeseburger with extra onions. A beer in one hand, a spatula in the other, and his soul mate by his side. He smiles as the meat sizzles on the grill, groaning blissfully as the rich deliciousness aroma tickles his nose.
Jude watches his brave lover, pretty eyes admiring the way Zero is peaceful and calm in the face of death. He notices the soft blush on those cute cheeks, eyes twinkling happily, a genuine smile dancing on his kissable lips. Jude is not hungry, however, he graciously accepts the burger when Zero gives it to him.
Zero, smirking fondly, takes a bite of his burger and smiles as brightly as the sun on a sunny spring day. To Jude, the sight is the most heartbreaking and heartwarming thing he has ever seen. Zero is not terrified or dreadful. He is blissfully content as he takes another bite of his burger and groans “mmm…mmm,” before smiling and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
Soon, Zero will leave Jude behind, heartbroken and alone. Yet Jude doesn’t linger on the darkness, but on the light of joy on his boyfriend’s face. Zero is joyful, happy, and Jude is grateful to spend his final moment in this life with the man he loves.
(END)
Re: FILL: Hit the floor, Zero/Jude, cancer fic, hurt/comfort
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Date: 2018-06-25 02:13 pm (UTC)Post Reichenbach Fall
Date: 2018-06-25 06:14 pm (UTC)One year ago, John had spent more hours than he cared to admit puzzling over the mystery that was the heart of Sherlock Holmes. John had watched him grieve the death of a woman they had barely known, a woman he wrote music for, a woman who had almost forced John Watson to admit that his relationship with Sherlock was anything more than simple, straightforward friendship.
One year later that story, their story, was finished, put away into the annals of history and tabloid rags.
But Sherlock was not finished with John. His name, the echo of his voice inside John's mind was a splinter taking up residence in John's soul. It was worming its way deeper and deeper, so deep that John felt parts of himself begin to crack.
Like now in the record shop, two days before Christmas, just trying to find a present for Harry to let her know that he was still okay, still among the living, though just barely. As he gently sorted through old records in the drafty shop, looking for something vintage and fun that Harry might like, all John could hear was Sherlock criticizing him.
Boring. Boring. Predictable. Come on John, I thought you had better taste than that. Oh wait, this is for Harry. Why are you getting her a gift anyway? She'll barely have the mental forethought to send us - sorry, you - a Christmas card. Rubbish.
He finally picked out a record, the sleeve battered and torn and an artist he couldn't even recall if Harry liked, and went to pay for it before he began having a full blown panic attack.
On his way to the front counter, John passed by the classical music section and stopped short, the breath tearing itself from his lungs.
His new flat was so empty now. Empty of possessions. Empty of people. Empty of music.
But it didn't have to be.
John tore through the records with fidgeting fingers until he found an album of violin solos by one particular composer, a name that sounded familiar, so maybe it was music Sherlock used to play. John bought both of the records and left the shop without his change.
At home, in his cold and lonesome flat, John listened to the warm, enveloping sounds of stringed instruments, amping up his own warmth with a glass of whiskey, and imagined a world where Sherlock still lived. John drifted off into an uneasy sleep in his overstuffed chair, and Sherlock's voice followed him into the depths of his dreams.
You don't have to make this mistake. You don't have to stay this way. And yet, you miss me still.
Pity.
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Date: 2018-06-25 02:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2018-06-25 02:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2018-06-25 02:15 pm (UTC)FILL: Hit the floor, Zero/Jude, nightmares
Date: 2018-12-08 02:41 pm (UTC)The haunting thoughts and fear in his heart creep deep inside him, taunting him that he will never find happily ever after, every muscle in his body tight and shaking as he writhes on the bed.
The bedspread feel sandpaper rough beneath his body, scratching him as he fights to dream of happier times of them moving away, far, far away to the suburbs with a little house with a white picket fences. A place away from the drama of the city, where they don’t have to hide their relationship. A little slice of heaven where two men can hold hands and walk down the street without fear of vulgar slurs or life-threatening injuries at the hands of hateful people.
Jude wakes in a cold sweat, letting out huffing gasps that roughly rattle his ribcage, his heart thundering in his chest like a train roaring down the tracks and his muscles trembling continuously. He clenches his eyelids shut, hands clutching at the bed sheets. Gentle arms quickly give him peace, his boyfriend cuddling beside him and brushing a gentle hand through his slick, damp hair before softly pressing a kiss to his cheek.
His breathing is rough and for a second he cannot find air, but then Zero whispers to him “Just breathe, sweetheart. Nice and easy,” and suddenly like magic his lungs fill with cool air and the tension which had filled his body vanishes. All that remain are the tears. Jude could feel the wet tears tumble down his cheeks, and he quickly rubs them away hazily, not wishing to let Zero see him caught up in the madness of his dark dreams.
Zero gives him a kind smile, one that says ‘you don’t have to be brave for me,’ and Jude gives a little giggle, already feeling more at ease with Zero so close by. For a while they don’t speak, instead his shudders slowly subside until exhaustion makes him weary. He slumps heavy, boneless into Zero’s arms, laying his head on his chest as Zero’s arms circle his waist to keep him locked in a safe haven of love.
♥ END ♥
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From:no subject
Date: 2018-06-25 03:26 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2018-06-25 03:36 pm (UTC)If only I could fix the sky to meet me
If only I could fix my heart to meet at dawn
It's got a way of knowing when to hurt me
Oh, it's when the night is long
(Shelby Merry)
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Date: 2018-06-25 03:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2018-06-25 04:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2018-06-25 04:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2018-06-25 04:22 pm (UTC)I will protect you
All the time
All the time
Because you're mine
We Are Perfect by Liz Reynolds