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Monday: Song Lyrics

Good morning, all! I'm pipisafoat, here to host your week of fic.

I'm going to start off my week with a pretty easy theme: song lyrics. Pick a song you like (if you can provide a link to it on YouTube or to the lyrics, that would be extremely helpful). We can have a song!fic, a fic based off the ideas or themes or even just the title of the song, or a fic that includes certain lyrics - be sure to quote those if you have some in mind with your prompt. Everyone has a song they associate with a favorite pairing or character, so trot it out!

Remember: No more than five prompts in a row, no more than three per fandom per prompter. You can always come back later and add more once yours have been answered. Be aware of SPOILERS! Please, please, please put a spoiler alert and at least three spaces.

Don't forget to format your prompts correctly:
NCIS, Gibbs, The Downward Spiral (Nine Inch Nails)
In Plain Sight, Mary/Marshall, Opheliac (Emilie Autumn) - "You know the games I play and the words I say when I want my own way"
Firefly/author's choice, author's choice, Airship Pirates (Abney Park)

Have at! And if nothing here strikes your fancy, be sure to check out the Lonely Prompts.



Aug. 10th, 2009 06:22 pm (UTC)
Ronon smiled as John mumbled something and curled tighter around his chest. He liked nights like this, when the mission had gone well and neither of them were angry or worried or hurting. He liked when they could fuck and then snuggle together until it was time to go running in the morning.

Ronon rubbed his lips against John's spiky hair, enjoying how soft it was. Awake John was all sharp edges and sharp commands. He was one of the best commanders Ronon had ever worked with. Part of the reason he was so effective was that he would never order his men to do something he wouldn't do. They had loyalty to John because they knew John was bone-deep loyal to them.

It was only when he was asleep that the sharp-edged façade dropped away, revealing the man underneath. He was soft to the touch, his fluffy hair silk instead of knives. His raw hipbones were covered in silky skin. His muscles were sheathed in so tender flesh. Ronon loved the softness that only he got to touch, even though that softness worried him.

The façade of the perfect commander hid the man who was frayed at the edges by the weight of responsibility. Ronon was always afraid that John was going to break. He was tough as nails but as fragile as pure steel. It wouldn't take much to break John, just the right blow from the right angle would make him shatter like glass. Ronon hoped that he never had to be there if it happened. He wasn't sure he could put the pieces of John's soul back together again.

John mumbled something incoherent in his sleep, his fingers running up Ronon's rib cage. His breath puffed against Ronon's neck. It was warm and moist and it set a fire in Ronon's groin. Ronon bit down a groan so that he wouldn't wake John up. Ronon concentrated on his breathing to keep from rolling John over and taking him again. It wasn't enough. It could never be enough. All the contradictions and complexes that made John John ensured that Ronon couldn't get enough of him. And yet he had to pull back sometimes because John was so intense that he was more than he could take. He was a beautiful disaster in the process of unfolding and Ronon knew it was already too late to flee. He was a rock caught up in the avalanche that was John Sheppard. Nothing would ever be the same and Ronon loved him for it.
Aug. 10th, 2009 07:15 pm (UTC)
Beautiful Disaster
This was just lovely! Unusual from Ronon's POV, too.

He was soft to the touch, his fluffy hair silk instead of knives. His raw hipbones were covered in silky skin. His muscles were sheathed in so tender flesh. Ronon loved the softness that only he got to touch, even though that softness worried him.

So sweet. And perfect with the song. Thank you!
Aug. 10th, 2009 07:30 pm (UTC)
Re: Beautiful Disaster
Thank you! #^___^# I like writing from Ronon's POV, especially when he's looking at the team.

I'm so glad you liked that bit! Ronon's really very sweet underneath the gruffness--so perfect for John and all his issues.

Thanks for the comment--glad you liked the fic!
Aug. 11th, 2009 05:40 am (UTC)
Oh wow. That was a really pretty talk on how Ronon sees John. I love it. It's so very touching.
Aug. 11th, 2009 02:52 pm (UTC)
Thank you! I tend to think that Ronon is much smarter and much more poetical in his own head than the show gives him credit for. It does come out in my writing. *g* I'm so glad that you liked this fic. Thank you for the comment!
Aug. 11th, 2009 06:41 pm (UTC)
Your welcome hon. I'm glad his intelligence comes out in your fics. Sometimes it gets over shadowed by his 'pretty'. He survived the wrath chasing him for what? Eight years. He's intensely smart and handsome, whole package there.
Aug. 11th, 2009 06:51 pm (UTC)
There is a lot of pretty to overshadow the smarts there. *g* I think it was seven years but I'm not 100% sure. Either way, an incredible amount of time to be in survival mode. And then the adapted back to normal life so quickly! *sighs* I want a Ronon of my own.... *g*
Aug. 11th, 2009 06:56 pm (UTC)
It is really hard when he's THAT god damn pretty. But yeah years surviving them and doing whatever it takes. The guys a genius of strategy and pain management. And on top of that he's a sweet guy who openly cares about those around him....*sigh* Me too, oh me too.


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