It's Thursday, and today we deal in titles

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Hello, everyone. I’m squidgiepdx and today's theme is anything and everything to do with titles. Prompts can be anything that has to do with titles. Movie titles, TV show titles, episode titles, or even things like royalty - kings and queens - or even professions. I mean, can you imagine seeing Officer Jack Harkness in a cop uniform? Rowr! Or maybe Nick starts to tease Monroe about 'Chasing Cars'. Or maybe after Steve and Bucky go to Disneyland and Steve can't humming 'It's A Small World After All'. (Sorry if I just gave you an earworm!). Whatever it is, if it's got to do with titles, then let's get to prompting.

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, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay, "Stay With Me"
+ due South, Benton Fraser/Ray Kowalski, "Northwest Passage"
+ Hawaii Five-0, Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams, "My Friend"

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Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay, "Stay With Me"

Fill

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Sheppard was leaving.

Rodney supposed he should’ve seen it coming. Re-establishing contact with Earth meant opening themselves up to rules, regulations, and oversight. And as much as Elizabeth had tried to lessen the impact of their military leader temporarily turning into an Iratus bug/human hybrid, the IOA had jumped on the report with remarkable swiftness.

“It’s only temporary,” Sheppard said as he packed his duffel.

Rodney could see he didn’t believe that, could read it in the stiff line of Sheppard’s shoulders and the way he looked everywhere but at Rodney. He was still withdrawn, still in his own head about the things he done during his Kafkaesque transformation, even though he wouldn’t talk about it.

“It’s just an evaluation.” But Rodney knew it wasn’t, knew his own words were a lie. The IOA would get their hands on Sheppard and they’d more than likely find reasons to keep him on Earth. He was unorthodox. He constantly bucked regulations. They couldn’t see Sheppard was exactly what Atlantis needed, or how much he needed Atlantis and the family he’d made for himself there.

Elizabeth didn’t want to make a big deal out of it. As far as she was concerned, John was going back to Earth for maybe a week and then he’d be home and things could continue on like they always did. And Sheppard absolutely didn’t want a big sendoff. They were treating it like any other offworld milk run, when Rodney knew it was life or death, just like always.

When Rodney got to the Gate Room, John had his forehead pressed to Teyla’s and he looked so tense a stiff wind could snap him in half. Ronon clapped him on the shoulder and pressed a knife into his hands.

“Well, let’s get going. No sense putting off the inevitable.”

Everyone turned to look at him, and Sheppard’s eyes narrowed when he saw Rodney had a bag of his own slung across his shoulder.

“Going somewhere?” Ronon asked, even as he nodded his approval.

“Thought this might be a good time to touch base with my minions at the SGC. Don’t worry, I’ll bring you back something.”

“That is not necessary,” Teyla said. She pulled Rodney in for the Athosian greeting as well.

“McKay,” Sheppard said, his voice sounding just a bit rough.

“Save it, Colonel. You’ve got your thing to do and I have mine. Let’s just leave it at that.”

Rodney didn’t want to make a big deal out of it, at least not there. He was saving his ranting and raving for the IOA. He’d be more than happy to remind them why they liked having Rodney a whole galaxy away, and that if they kept Sheppard they were keeping him too.

Chuck dialed the Gate and when the event horizon settled into place Rodney reached for Sheppard’s hand. Sheppard clutched him like a lifeline.

“You don’t have to,” he murmured.

“Yes I do,” Rodney contradicted. “Lord knows you won’t ask, but I know you. We come back together or not at all.”

Sheppard finally looked at him, everything he couldn’t say shining out of his eyes. He’d never ask Rodney to give up Atlantis, but he still didn’t understand that it was Sheppard he couldn’t give up. Atlantis was just a place. Sheppard was home.

Stay with me? Sheppard mouthed, still unable to actually say the words.

“Don’t be an idiot,” Rodney replied, and squeezed Sheppard’s hand. They walked through the Gate together, hand-in-hand.

It only took the IOA three days to send them back.

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due South, Benton Fraser/Ray Kowalski, "Northwest Passage"

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Hawaii Five-0, Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams, "My Friend"

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Any, Any/Any, "Help Me Now"

Fill: SGA McShep + Lorne (not quite how you think)

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

“Help me now.”

Evan lifted his head, startled. Sheppard never talked to him like that, with that demanding air, assuming instant compliance.

“Sir?”

“Lorne, I need your help right now.”

Sheppard did sound urgent, was keeping his voice low.

Evan abandoned his meal at his desk, dusted off his hands and stood up, one hand going to the pistol at his thigh. “What’s your twenty?”

“I’m in my quarters.”

Evan headed for the nearest transporter, punched in coordinates for the senior command residential sector. “Need me to bring backup?”


“No, just you. Make it snappy, Major.”

“On my way, sir.” Evan stepped out of the transporter and checked the hallway outside senior command’s quarters before he headed for Sheppard’s door, initiated it with a wave of his hand.

Even though he was a strong gene carrier, the door resisted. Evan pushed a little harder, and finally the door swung open.

Evan stepped in, assuming a ready position - and saw Sheppard nude on the bed, done up in a very complicated shibari-style rig. Fine quality rope. Whoever had trussed him up was an expert.

Evan’s throat went dry.

“Major!” Sheppard hissed.

Evan thought the door shut behind him, locked it. “Ah, sir -”

“Rodney was supposed to join me, but I think he forgot.” Sheppard was blushing furiously, from the tips of his ears halfway down his chest, which was covered in a fancy diamond pattern made of silk rope.

“Ah, yes. There was a technical emergency in the lab. All senior science personnel on deck.” Evan licked his lips. “Um...did you need me to go get him?”

“I need you to untie me.” Sheppard met his gaze for a moment, looked away.

Evan started toward the bed, reaching for his knife instead of his sidearm, paused. “Do you care about the ropes?”

“They are expensive silk ropes,” Sheppard admitted. “But - do what you have to.”

Evan didn’t bother with the knife, reached for the first knot that he knew was the key to undoing all the others. “Silk ropes aren’t easy to come by in this galaxy,” he said, keeping his voice calm and professional, also avoiding Sheppard’s gaze. He narrated what he was doing so there were no surprises, did his best to keep it clinical and cool.

Only Sheppard said, “You’re pretty good at knots. You secretly a Marine or a sailor?”

At that, Evan glanced up. “No need to get insulting. I was stationed in Japan for a while, before I joined the SGC.”

Sheppard met his gaze, and his eyes went wide. “I see.”

“This is really nice rope,” Evan said. “Would be a shame to waste it.” He finished untying his commanding officer with minimal awkwardness, then retreated to the door.

“Thanks, Major,” Sheppard said, rubbing his wrists.

“No problem, sir. Shame for McKay, though.”

Sheppard, reaching for a shirt, paused. “Hm?”

“He missed out on quite a beautiful sight.” Evan showed himself out without waiting for a response, and then it was back to work.

Business as usual in Atlantis.

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Any, Any/Any, "Alien"

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Marvel Cinematic Universe, Bucky Barnes +/ Any, Still I Rise (Freakylinks)

Fill: Bucky/Sam

[sherlockian-syn.livejournal.com]

Bucky stared at his reflection in the mirror, and felt a visceral recoil deep in his gut.

He saw cold, empty eyes sunken into a gaunt face. Mousy brown hair framed that same face in greasy strands. And the scars - countless pockmarks left by bullet wounds, jagged discolored lines left by sharp knives - reminded him of what he once was. And of course, his metal arm, proof that even now he would never be entirely human again.

Skin so pale, like marred ivory, that felt cold to the touch even though it'd been quite some time since Bucky'd seen the inside of a cryo chamber.

He heard movement from behind him, but couldn't take his eyes away from the stranger he saw in the mirror, the one who'd been a ruthless killer.

Bucky felt a warm body press up against his back, and he blinked, this time seeing someone else in the mirror.

Sam.

"It's a little early for this, don't you think?" Sam asked, voice thick with the remnants of sleep.

"For what?" Bucky answered back softly.

"Don't play. I think I know by now what's going on in that head of yours when I catch you zoning out in front of a mirror."

"Yeah?" Bucky smiled slightly and looked away from the mirror, down at the floor.

Sam's arms encircled Bucky from behind and he rested his chin on Bucky's shoulder. "Look again."

Bucky looked up, and even though his body was tangled up with Sam's now, he still saw what he always saw - things he could never forgive or forget.

"You remind me of one of my favorite poems." Sam said, smiling sheepishly.

"Poetry? Really?" Bucky chuckled.

"Yeah. It's called Still I Rise (https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poem/still-i-rise), by a lady named Maya Angelou. 'You may write me down in history -'"

"You have it memorized?" Bucky laughed, a little louder now.

"Shut up and let me talk," Sam retorted, squeezing his arms a little tighter around Bucky.

"You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise."

Bucky said nothing, and let Sam continue to recite, hanging on to every syllable that left Sam's lips.

"Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise."

...

"Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise -"

Bucky turned around in Sam's embrace and silenced him with a kiss - soft, delicate, and lingering.

"I rise," Bucky whispered.

"Something like that, yeah." Sam smiled, taking hold of Bucky's hand and tugging him back toward their bed.

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Sherlock, Sherlock Holmes, I Miss Important Moments (I Feel Bad)

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Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard, The Heir and the Spare (Emily Albright)

Fill: mini Regency AU, McShep

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

“Who are they?” Rodney asked, holding his glass of sherry in front of his face like a shield but not sipping out of it.

Jeannie kept her fan up over her mouth and her voice low. “Major John Sheppard, of Longbenton, in Northumberland, and his younger brother David. Heir and a spare.”

Rodney raised his eyebrows, studying the two men, who were listening intently as the charming and erudite Miss Samantha Carter, monied if not landed and titled, declaimed upon something she’d read in the most recent publication from the Royal Society of Arts and Sciences.

“Major Sheppard is the heir?” he asked.

Jeannie nodded.

Major Sheppard wore a red officer’s jacket, with that frustrating array of buttons all down the front. His hair was short - military short, almost messy compared to how fashionable men of his station ought to wear it. His brother, in comparison, was dressed to the very height of fashion, every inch a noble gentleman.

“Then Mr. David Sheppard, the spare, is actually -”

“He behaves more like the heir,” Jeannie said. “Manages all of the Sheppard estates while Major Sheppard is away at war. Has a wife and lovely children. Major Sheppard has not yet achieved the felicity of marriage.”

“He must be nearly my age,” Rodney murmured.

“You should also try harder to get married.” Jeannie scanned the room. “There, Miss Keller. She is as well-read as Miss Carter, or maybe even Madame Weir. But she is younger, more...tractable.”

Rodney didn’t want to try harder to get married.

He did want to try to get all of an officer’s jacket buttons undone on the first try, though. He downed the glass of sherry and then cut through the crowd toward where Miss Carter was holding court.

“Fascinating, isn’t it?” he murmured to Major Sheppard.

“Yes,” Major Sheppard, completely sincere. “It is.” He met Rodney’s gaze, and knowing passed between them.

Rodney said, “If you are interested, I play the pianoforte. I know Madame Weir has one in another, quieter room.”

Major Sheppard said, “I am very interested.”

Rodney drew away from the little crowd around Miss Carter. “This way, Major.”

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, Rodney McKay + Jeannie Miller, What I Was Doing While You Were Breeding (Kristin Newman)

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Any, any m/m, It's Hard to Say Goodbye If You Won't Leave (Frasier)

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Marvel Cinematic Universe, Tony Stark/Stephen Strange, Strangeness and Charm (Florence + The Machine)

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Marvel Cinematic Universe, Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes (/Sam Wilson), Fall Into These Arms (New Politics)

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Marvel Cinematic Universe, Tony Stark/Stephen Strange, Even Though Our Love is Doomed (Garbage)

Fill: Endgame Spoilers, ANGST

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

The battle was frenzied, terrifying. Monsters pouring from the sky. Reinforcements pouring in through glowing golden magical portals, but was it enough? Was it fast enough?

Was it going to work?

Tony thought of some of Stephen’s last words to him before he’d disappeared.

They had a one-in-fourteen million chance of making this work.

Tony thought of what Stephen had said to him at the outset of this battle. If I tell you, it won’t work.

Tony thought of what a different Stephen had said to him, years before this battle, before the Avengers had even been a thing.

I’m going to tell you that you have a one-in-fourteen million chance to get something right. I’ll have lied. There’s a two-in-fourteen-million chance to get it right. But neither of us survives both. So I’ve made a choice - you get to survive.

Tony looked at Stephen across that battlefield, Stephen who was fending off a tidal wave with shaking hands and sure-strong magic.

Stephen met his gaze, held up one finger.

Tony nodded.

And made a choice of his own.

But first, he’d get one last kiss.

[sherlockian-syn.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay, An Act of Kindness (Bastille)

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Stargate Atlantis, Evan Lorne/Rodney McKay, Lost in the Dream (Monsta X)

Fill: minor sexytimes

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Rodney was pretty sure he was lost in a dream, because this never happened, not in real life. Nerdy science majors didn’t get the hot jocks to look at them twice, let alone to take them to bed.

And yet here Rodney was, lying on Evan Lorne’s bed while Evan kissed him over and over again, hands sliding under his clothes, clever fingers working open buckles and buttons and belts and zippers.

After months of a strained working relationship, because whenever Rodney was alone with Evan he wanted to touch him or lean in and smell his skin or find out of his hair was as soft as it looked, he’d confessed, because then at least it was out there and if things were awkward - if Rodney looked at Evan for too long or too longingly - Evan knew why.

But then Evan had said he thought Rodney was hot, was willing to take a chance if Rodney was, and now -

Here. Evan’s quarters. Evan’s bed. Evan’s lips and tongue and teeth all down his throat and his collarbones and down his chest.

This had to be a dream.

Nerdy science majors didn’t get the hot jocks.

“For the record,” Evan said, “I majored in geophysics at the Academy.”

Rodney blinked.

“What?”

Evan said, “You’re not the only nerdy science major in the room.”

Before Rodney could formulate a coherent response, Evan’s mouth on his skin wiped away all thought, and Rodney surrendered and enjoyed.

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Marvel Cinematic Universe, Any, Across the Universe (Fiona Apple)

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Hawaii Five-0, Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams, Be My Thrill (The Weepies)

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Marvel Cinematic Universe, Steve Rogers +/ Any, Won't Back Down (Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers)

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

MCU, Tony Stark + Howard Stark, Father and Son (Johnny Cash and Fiona Apple)

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Whitechapel, Joseph Chandler + any, A Gorey Denise (Creature Feature)

Fill: drabble

[thesmallhobbit.livejournal.com]

“The latest victim is Denise North,” Chandler said, indicating the photos. He was trying hard not to look too closely at the grotesque way the body had been left by the killer. The body had been staged to look as if it had been squashed by a slamming door.

“These deaths remind me of something,” Edward Buchan said. “I know. There’s a book from the 1960s showing a variety of alphabetical demises. Our killer seems to be copying the idea. Let me think. That’s right, it was by Edward Gorey.”

“So this time,” Mansell said, “We have a Gorey Denise.”

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

MI-5|Spooks, Lucas North + any, Shootout (Monsta X)

Fill: drabble

[thesmallhobbit.livejournal.com]

Lucas hid behind the metal boxes and listened as the shots ricocheted around. This was not going as planned. He had infiltrated the group and had joined them when they went to the warehouse to collect the consignment of arms. No-one had expected a rival group to be present and, having no wish to be shot by either side, Lucas remained out of sight.

Now, both groups seemed to be withdrawing, basically ‘every man for himself’. Lucas stayed where he was until it grew quiet, then emerged. Harry wouldn’t be pleased, but Lucas didn’t care, he’d done all he could.

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Stargate Multiverse, any scientist +/ any soldier, Science and Faith (The Script)

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Any, Any, It Serves You Right to Suffer (Elementary)

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Any, Any ensemble, Three's a Crowd, Six is a Freak Show (Will & Grace)

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Supernatural, Any (no Wincest please), Let Sleeping Demons Lie (Poltergeist: The Legacy)