Music day

[tigriswolf]

Hiya, again! This is still tigriswolf , guest host of the week.

The theme today is music; anything involving songs, singing, writing of songs, listening to music, so and so forth.

However, please remember: no more than 5 prompts in a row and no more than 3 prompts per fandom. If one of your prompts is answered, you can prompt again.

Also, no spoiler prompts for a week after it has aired - and, if your ficlet contains spoilers, put a warning in bold and leave three spaces.

Please remember our code monkeys and use the correct formatting of prompts:

Lord of the Rings, any, elvish laments
Star Trek reboot, Jim/Bones, carousing
Supernatural, Dean/Sam, listening to Springsteen
X-Men/Sky High, Pyro/Warren, there's music in the roaring flames

If none of today's prompts strike your fancy, don't forget the plethora of Lonely Prompts.

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[tigriswolf]

Lord of the Rings, any, elvish laments

Lord of the Rings, Aragorn/Legolas, sorrow

[pinikir.livejournal.com]

I just reached NZ and it put me in the mood to do this.


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The lament could be heard across the whole of Ithilien. Faramir heard the whisper of it come through the trees and he followed it to its source. A feeling of sadness grew within him the closer he drew to the singer though he caught but half the words.

Legolas stood alone in the centre of a clearing, his hair unbound, pouring the lament out.

"So you knew already," Faramir said softly, pausing a few steps from the elf and looking at him with pity and shared sorrow. Legolas in his pain managed to look old even for an elf.

"I felt the moment that Aragorn began his eternal sleep," Legolas replied quietly and lifted his head towards the direction of the seas. "There is nothing to keep me here any longer."

[tigriswolf]

Star Trek reboot, Jim/Bones, carousing

[tigriswolf]

Supernatural, Dean/Sam, listening to Springsteen

[tigriswolf]

X-Men/Sky High, Pyro/Warren, there's music in the roaring flames

[smaragdbird.livejournal.com]

'Can you hear it, too?' That was the first thing Warren had asked him the first time they had fought together.
'Yeah, I can.' John had answered without thinking about it because he knew what Warren had meant.
He had tried to explain it to Bobby once but some things couldn't be explained, some things had to be heard.
There was music in the roaring flames that called out to John. Nothing in the world was as beautiful as the song of fire.
Warren knew that but Warren carried the fire inside his own body. He wasn't dependent on a source for it like John was. Warren could hear the music flames made when they roared to the sky all the time.
Sometimes when they fucked John could hear the flames inside Warren's body, could hear his blood sing with it. And John could control fire, it couldn't burn him, never had, so Warren could let go without holding back.

[entropynchaos.livejournal.com]

Generation Kill, Author's choice or gen, singing in the Humvee

Gen - Brad, Nate, Ray, & Mike

[red-handed.livejournal.com]

Uh, wow. What I wrote, I am warning you now: It's silly.

Also, I had written a bunch more than this but then my browser crashed and since I was stupid enough to write in the comment box and not in a text file or whatever, I lost it all. This is my attempt at recreating what I had previously written, albeit shorter. And possibly more crack-tastic.

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Brad must be having auditory hallucinations due to lack of sleep because there is no fucking way what he's hearing is real. Or, fuck, maybe he unintentionally fell asleep, the lack of it finally catching up with him.

Yeah, he's asleep, he's dreaming, has to be because that's the only explanation for the fact that he's hearing the voices of Gunny and the LT, synced-up and actually in tune, belting out the chorus to a shity, decades old western ballad written by some back woods-living, straw hat-wearing, sister-fucking, good ol' boy.

It's probably the kind of shit Mike grew up on but the fact that the LT seems to know all the words is just further proof that Brad is most definitely dreaming.

Only he isn't because his dreams are always blissfully devoid of Ray and there Person is, poking his head in through the driver's side window of the Humvee.

Ray looks about ready to launch into some (ridiculously well put together and almost convincing) lecture on midgets and their direct corelation to global warming or whtever the fuck his latest kick is when his mouth snaps closed and he cocks his head in toward the middle console where the comms box is.

"Dude. What the fuck? Are they singing over the fucking comms? Is this..." Ray leans in and Brad watches as he flips a switch, once, then again. His eyes are wide when he looks back up, eyebrows all the way up under his Kevlar.

"Shit, Brad, this isn't just Company comms, this is Battalion fucking wide!" His voice sounds like the bastard child of impressed shock and hysteric awe and Brad has to admit , yeah, it is pretty funny.

Shit like this has happened before and it usually ended badly. Someone would lean on the hook just right, hit the transmit button, and there went their diatribe about Sixta and his shouted, spittle-slinging retardese, crackling loud over the comms for everyone from Alpha to H&S company to hear.

All things considered, the LT and Gunny Wynn are pretty fucking fortunate all they're doing is singing. Still, Brad isn't ever going to let either of them live this down, and he'd be willing to bet, neither is the rest of the Battalion.

[entropynchaos.livejournal.com]

Glee, Kurt/Puck, figuring out the emotions behind the music

An Attempted Thank-You with possibly ooc boys

[samueljames]

“Mr Shue really wants us to do this old stuff?” Puck managed to convey such disgust with his emphasis on old stuff.
“There’s a reason the Mamas and Papas are still well known. Their lyrics are amazing and Mama Cass has an amazing voice” said Kurt. “Give them a try. Neil Diamond’s not exactly current either”
Puck shrugged, Glee was fun and all but he was more comfortable with songs he knew.
“Sweet Caroline is a classic, not that California leaves song they do.”
Kurt got out his I-pod and quickly located the song he was looking for. “Give this a listen.” Kurt held out the earphones and Puck put them in his ears. Kurt tried to gauge the reaction but had to wait until the song was over.

“So?”
“A song telling people to sing, what’s so great about it?”
“The whole message of the song, make your own kind of music, nobody can tell you there’s only one life worth living. It’s inspirational.”
Puck smiled at Kurt’s enthusiasm. He loved performing but he never seemed to fall in love with songs the way Kurt did. “Nice idea behind the song, like not being afraid to do stuff.”
It was one of Kurt’s favourites so he was glad he’d picked that song. “I love the meaning of it, makes me feel fearless at least until I get to school. If I was quieter, a bad dresser and didn’t need Beyonce to play football it’d be easier but I wouldn’t be me.”

“I don’t always think about what the words mean, let me listen to it again.” This time he seemed to be nodding along more. When it was finished he had to concede, “okay I liked it more the second time.” Kurt’s really happy now, already making a playlist in his mind for Puck. RENT? Wicked? Maybe no musicals yet, after all this is Puck. “I could make you a list of some other songs. I really like to know what I’m singing about, helps me act the song. Not all songs have hidden meanings, I mean Bust A Move, what was he thinking?”

Puck’s still not sure why Kurt’s being so nice to him. It wasn’t that long ago that he was bullying him. “Thanks, I’m sorry for being an asshole. If I hadn’t joined Glee I’d still be spending a fortune on slushies.”
“Wow, an apology. My wardrobe thanks you for it. The dry-cleaners on the other hand are probably losing money. Why did you hate me anyway?”
Puck was unsure of what to say, “I didn’t hate you… I just, look I thought that’s what the popular kids did, picked on the quiet ones. I went along with my friends at first and then… well you know what I did. Nobody touches you if you’re the scary guy, popular kids get to go to parties, be included. Doesn’t everyone want to be popular?”

“Not the best person to ask. If I cared about any of that I’d have done a better job of fitting in. Now I’m out, Glee club knows, my dad knows and I’m happy I can talk about it. A gay kid will never be one of the popular ones.”
“They might be, one day. Things are changing.”
Puck’s looking at Kurt wanting him to believe that things can be better. He’s not sure what to say but that song is going round and round in his head. Would it really be so bad to do what you wanted in life? Hearing it in a song is one thing but real life goes on longer than two minutes. There are consequences and reactions to deal with. Kurt snapped his fingers in front of Puck’s face “you kinda zoned out there.”
Puck blinked quickly “Sorry I was thinking about the song. Is it really so easy to be yourself?”
“Yes, without a doubt yes. Scary at times but worth it.”
Puck leaned forward and kissed Kurt. They were both shocked but it was nice and soon the Ipod had fallen, forgotten to the floor.

Two weeks later Puck is surprised when Kurt loses the diva-off to Rachel. "You can handle that song."
"Yeah, I know but my dad got this call about me the other day. He shouldn't have to deal with it too. It was never his choice to have a gay son."
Puck hugged him close, "if you ever find out who it was, I'll deal with them."
Kurt smiles, he could get used to being taken care of.

[entropynchaos.livejournal.com]

Bandom - Panic!, Brendon/Spencer, Brendon can sing anything and play almost everything...but Spencer would still love him even if he couldn't

[entropynchaos.livejournal.com]

American Idol RPF, Kris/Adam, they want to do a duet on their next albums

[tigriswolf]

High School Musical, Troy/Ryan/Chad, showing Chad how much fun singing can be

[kijikun.livejournal.com]

Cas was humming again and Dean was going to kill him.

Okay, maybe not kill, because he'd miss the guy and he was pretty sure Cas was still pretty unkillable by mere humans. But Dean was not going to be responsible for any acts of violence he committed if Cas kept humming and singing that song. He was being to understand why Castiel's brother - the asshole - had duct taped his mouth shut and wondered if Cas had gone around heaven annoying the shit out of the other angels by humming under his angelic breath all the time.

Maybe that was why they'd sent Cas into hell after Dean, figuring that hey if he rescued Dean then good but if not they shouldn't have to hear that incessant humming all the time.

"Will you cut it out?" Dean demanded. "Seriously, Cas, you're driving me crazy."

Cas blinked, and thankfully stopped humming, as he titled his head to the side. "Cut what out Dean?"

"The humming. I know getting a song stuck in your head is annoying but you don't have to annoy me in the process," Dean grumbled.

"That was never my intention, Dean," Castiel assured him. "You are saying that this -- "

He started humming again, so Dean the only thing outside of violence he could think of - he kissed his angel.

Cas stopped humming.

[entropynchaos.livejournal.com]

White Collar, Peter/Neal, dancing to Mona Lisa (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fxEmnxiUz8w) by Nat King Cole (Youtube link to song)

[voksen.livejournal.com]

Elona, Loyter, constantly followed by terrible bards

[measuringlife.livejournal.com]

It was bad enough that he’d spent years in pursuit of Shena, Shena whose sweet ass was definitely the best, Shena who at times he wondered if wasn’t preferring to the company of women — a thought which did nothing to lessen his ardor. No, it wasn’t just that he’d still yet to make Shena (and her ass, which was the best) his, the boondocks were full of piss-poor bards to boot. These were bards that even calling them bards seemed an insult to the word. Bards who couldn’t find b flat if it fucked them in the ass.

Still, there was a comfort in throwing stones at them and hearing the sickening crack as they went down. At least there was some fun to be had in that boondock of a mining town (other than Shena’s unattainable ass – which was most certainly the best.).

[nouveau-monday.livejournal.com]

American Idol RPF, Kris/Adam, Jesus Christ Superstar (Kris as Jesus/Adam as Judas preferably)

[rocketgirl2.livejournal.com]

Castle, Castle, in which he discovers that novels are much more his thing than love songs

[ziplocless.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Eliot, music has always been his escape from reality

[ziplocless.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Eliot +team, open mic night at McRory's

[lilithisbitter.livejournal.com]

HIMYM, Barney/Marshall, Duet

[tigriswolf]

High School Musical, Sharpay/Ryan or Ryan&Sharpay, why'd you leave the stage in the middle of the song? (Rascal Flatts, "Why?")

[beautybecks.livejournal.com]

CSI:NY, Danny/Mac, Sullivan's is holding a karaoke contest and Danny manages to get the whole team to attend but Mac is reluctant

[rocketgirl2.livejournal.com]

Firefly, River, she used to play the piano

[darthbatgirl.livejournal.com]

DCU, Lex/Tim, classical music

[me-ya-ri.livejournal.com]

A/N: So very dark! Lex really is getting bad in this one. *huggles Tim*

Lex hummed with the classical music playing on the sound system. It was grand and ominous, quite perfectly suited to the scene that he'd laid out tonight. Tim truly was a marvel. No matter what Lex did to him he came back for more. Lex wasn't sure if it was his training or if it was simply something innate to his personality.

"Be still."

Tim whimpered around the penis-shaped gag stretching his mouth. He looked up at Lex with desperation in his eyes. He'd been hog-tied on his belly for nearly fifteen minutes now. Lex knew that very soon the desperate need would give way to total acceptance. Every time Lex bound him the time needed to get Tim into the correct mental state decreased. He thought that soonTim would only need to see the various implements before he was catapulted into a state of simultaneous sexual frenzy and total relaxation.

It was exquisite to watch.

Lex walked around Tim, smiling at the way Tim whimpered. He tried to swivel his head to keep Lex in sight but the gag was secured to the bonds restraining his head so Tim could only twitch. Tim's whole body flushed as he visibly considered all the things that Lex might do to him in this pose.

With his ankles and wrists secured at the small of his back there was nothing at all to prevent Lex from taking Tim. He could tickle him. He could beat him. He could ignore him entirely, not that Lex would. There was no enjoyment in ignoring a creature like Tim. Lex's smirk widened as Tim's arms and legs suddenly relaxed. Lex let him lie there for a while longer, waiting until the slight twitching of Tim's toes indicated both that it was time to remove the bonds and that he was beginning to think again.

"My Bird," Lex purred. He knelt to rub lube over Tim's entrance.

"Mmmnnnn!" Tim gasped around the gag. It sounded like he was in ecstasy, which was exactly what Lex wanted.

"You belong to me," Lex said, grinning at Tim's loud noise of agreement. "Good boy."

Lex thrust his fingers into Tim, chuckling at the way he wailed around the gag. Lex finger-fucked Tim in time to the music, triggering the quick release on the bonds as the music reached its crescendo. Tim screamed and flailed, clutching the carpet underneath him as he came hard. He passed out. It was unsurprising to Lex. He had been tormenting Tim sexually for several hours without allowing him release. Tim seemed to greatly enjoy being denied.

Lex wiped his hands clean while studying Tim's unconscious body. His back was a beautiful pattern of bruises, whip marks and the occasional cane mark extending from just below the collar line down to his knees and out to his elbows. Between those marks Lex had left love bites, some deep enough to have broken the skin. He'd treated them, of course. Tim was entirely too special for Lex to treat him as a throwaway toy. Still, it was obvious that he'd have to pull back a little or his Little Bird's wings would be permanently broken. His spirit might be endlessly willing but his body did have limitations. He paged Mercy, still humming.

"Should I call the doctor, sir?" Mercy asked in her most neutral voice from the door.

"Arrange an appointment for the morning, Mercy," Lex said. He went and changed the CD to fast-paced techno music. "Go a bit easier on him in your training sessions. This comes first. His training and patrolling come second."

"He might not agree with that, sir," Mercy said. Her eyes were totally cold as she looked at Tim lying on the floor.

"Irrelevant," Lex said. "He belongs to me. I know what's best for him."

"All right, sir." Mercy nodded and left Lex alone with Tim.

A minute or so later Tim shuddered and twitched. Lex smiled, coming to his side to remove the gag. Tim moaned, working his lips for a moment before smiling at Lex with worship in his eyes. Lex ran his thumb over Tim's bottom lip, relishing the shudder that followed the touch.

"Is my Little Bird ready to give his Master what he needs?" Lex asked.

"Please," Tim begged, already struggling to his hands and knees so that he could service Lex.

"Good boy."

[darthbatgirl.livejournal.com]

DCU, Roy/Tim, Roy plays his drums for Tim.

[me-ya-ri.livejournal.com]

Tim's dinner sat in front of him, long since cool. Roy had eaten cross-legged on the floor, calmly waiting for Tim's hunger to overwhelm his fear and confusion. It had been three days. They'd managed to get him to eat twice and he was drinking plenty of water. He was profoundly reluctant to eat though. There was a strange mixture of want and worry as he gazed at the plate of food. Roy wasn't sure why Tim had this much trouble with eating. Tim had refused to answer any of their questions so far. All he would say was that he wanted to go back to Lex.

The first day Roy had made Tim strip down and let them photograph all of his injuries. Tim had been white as a sheet the entire time but now they had evidence of how Tim had been treated. Jason had spent that entire night cursing and threatening to go and hand Luthor his balls. Dick managed to keep him in the safe house but only barely. Dick's friend Andrew had taken the pictures to the police, informing them of the abuse that had occurred.

"Daddy?" Lian asked, poking her head into the room. Tim flinched and turned away, his face burning. Lian looked sad but determined.

"Hey Princess," Roy said, smiling at her. "What's up?"

"I brought you something," Lian said. She carried in one of Roy's traditional drums, setting it next to Roy on the floor. "I thought that you might like to play. Since there's not much else to do."

"Good idea," Roy said.

He gave her a fierce hug that she returned just as ferociously. She shook in his arms, trying to hide her upset at Tim's response to her. Roy gave her a kiss and sent her on her way. Lian looked at Tim with sorrow in her eyes before going to the door.

"Love you, Tim," Lian declared before she ran out of the room.

"She missed you," Roy said softly. Tears had begun to creep down Tim's cheeks. "We all missed you."

Tim didn't reply. Roy sighed and picked up his drum. He played an old, old lullabye, singing softly in time with the music. He didn't have the best voice ever but he couldn't care less. The music helped him feel better. Hopefully it would help Tim feel better.

Tim slowly uncurled from the corner, looking at the drum instead of at Roy's face. His hands twitched on his thighs a couple of times but he didn't reach for the food. Roy finished the lullabye and moved on to an slow dance, then a song he frequently sang for Lian. By the time he stopped his throat was sore.

"Sorry, not used to singing so long," Roy said as he set the drum aside.

"Lex didn't sing," Tim whispered. "He played CD's. He fed me by hand."

"I'd rather have real music than CD's," Roy said a heck of a lot more calmly than he'd expected given the joy blasting through him. "And you're able to feed yourself, Tim. I'd never make you do something you don't want to. If you want me to feed you though, I will. I want you to be happy."

Tim raised his eyes, finally meeting Roy's eyes. He was shaking as he did it, as if looking at Roy was one of the hardest things he'd ever done. Roy sat very still so that he wouldn't spook Tim. He was careful to keep his hands loose in his lap.

"I… have permission?" Tim whispered. "To eat on my own?"

"You do," Roy nodded. "You have permission to eat and bathe and go to the bathroom and change your clothes on your own. You can't leave but then none of us can either."

Tim looked surprised, staring around the room as if expecting to see guards forcing them to stay. Roy chuckled, grinning at Tim. Tim started, his eyes locking on Roy's face.

"We're snowed in," Roy explained. "Blizzard of the century out there. We've got enough food to last over two months so we'll be all right but no one is going anywhere for quite a while."

Tim's lips quirked in a lightning-quick smile that gave Roy a hint of the boy he used to be. He laughed soundlessly for a second before reaching shaking hands out to take the plate of food. Roy stayed still and watched Tim slowly eat his dinner. Tim cried silently the whole time he ate but he was smiling as if it was a gift.

[hamimifk.livejournal.com]

Bandom - Tokio Hotel, Bill/Tom, practicing pitch

[hamimifk.livejournal.com]

Bandom - Tokio Hotel, Bill/Tom, guitar lessons

[hamimifk.livejournal.com]

FlashForward, Demetri/Zoey, missing beats