Tuesday is for Titles

[squidgiepdx]

Hello, everyone. I’m squidgiepdx and today's theme is anything and everything to do with titles. Is it a movie titles, TV show titles, episode titles, something for royalty or position, be it Queen or Grand Poobah? Then it's fair game! But if you want to, it can even be things like royalty - kings and queens - or even professions. Maybe Steve Rogers thinks Bucky Barnes is a 'Shameless' flirt. Or maybe an AU where Evan Lorne is a pastry chef and bakes something to welcome someone to 'The Neighborhood'. Or maybe John Watson takes Sherlock on a proper date and keeps having to tell him to 'Relax'. Whatever it is, if it has to do with titles, today's the day to prompt!

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...
+ MCU, Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes, "Shameless"
+ Stargate Atlantis, Evan Lorne/Any male, "The Neighborhood"
+ Sherlock (BBC), Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, "Relax"

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 2019 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.livejournal.com]

BBC Sherlock, Sherlock Holmes +/ any, The Great Detective

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

MI-5|Spooks, Lucas North +/ any, The Spy Who Loved Me

Fill: Drabble: Lucas/Adam Carter

[thesmallhobbit.livejournal.com]

When Adam Carter unlocked the door to his hotel room, he was instantly aware he was not alone. Nothing looked out of place, and he couldn’t hear anything, but nevertheless he knew he had company. He strode across the room and flung open the door to the ensuite.

Lucas grinned at him from where he was luxuriating in the bath. “That was quicker than I expected,” he said. “How did you know I was here?”

“I’m a trained spy,” Adam replied. “And there was only one reason I could think of for the smell of jam doughnut in the room”

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Berlin Station, Daniel Miller, I’m Afraid of Americans

Fill: drabble

[thesmallhobbit.livejournal.com]

It would be all right, Daniel thought, if the woman trusted him. And she had done, to a point, while he was speaking to her in German. But then he’d had to answer the phone in English, and although she hadn’t understood what he was saying, she’d recognised his American accent and she’d instantly been suspicious.

He could understand why she felt that way. Her family had been given assurances by Americans in the past, which they’d reneged on. He needed to convince her going with him would be best and not just for her but for both of them.

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

BBC Robin Hood, Much +/ any, The Adventurous Eaters Club

Fill: Drabble: Much/Guy of Gisborne

[thesmallhobbit.livejournal.com]

“For dinner tonight,” Much announced, “We have squirrel, slow-roasted, accompanied by mashed parsnips and turnips.”

The gang groaned, but it was notable no-one refused to eat.

“And to follow, I’ve made a leek and cucumber cake.”

One by one the gang made their excuses and departed, leaving Much holding the cake tin.

“Don’t worry, I’ll try it,” Guy said. He hated seeing Much disappointed, even if he didn’t fancy leek and cucumber cake.

Much grinned. “That worked a treat. What I actually have here is two small honey cakes, which I had no intention of sharing with that ungrateful lot.”

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

To Be Continued, Moon Bin, Hotel Del Luna

[cornerofmadness.livejournal.com]

(can I just say OOOO titles!)

any, any Trail of Lightning (by Rebecca Roanhorse)

FILL: Pilgrimage (2017), Brother Diarmuid/The Mute

[cozy-coffee.livejournal.com]

A storm is coming, he can smell the rain in the evening air. In the distances thunder rumbles and lightning strikes, it would have been a terrifying sight had he not felt safe in the Mute’s embrace. They lay together for a long a while under the stars, the storm far away in the distance, giving them time to star-gaze before they need to seek shelter inside their tent. Brother Diarmuid smiles fondly, leaning in to kiss his beloved soul mate.

His heart is skipping in his chest, he feels safe as he kisses the man, he loves with all his heart. He brushes a single finger over the Mute’s chest, drawing little hearts on the warm skin; his fingertips pause to linger over his heart, feeling it beating steadily under his palm.

Leaning in, the Mute presses a soft kiss to his lips, hugging him tighter in his embrace to pull him closer until he is sprawling over his body, tucking his face into the Mute’s neck and breathing in the sweet aroma that makes his heart skip a beat.

A rumble of thunder echoes from far away as he the Mute gives him the sweetest grin, leaning in to give him an Eskimo kiss that makes him giggle. Little giggles rumble through him, a soft sigh following when the Mute presses a gentle kiss onto his forehead and lovingly strokes his hair, brushing a wild strand back behind his ear. The Mute’s smile is beautiful, heartfelt, fingertips lightly brushing aside Brother Diarmuid dark bangs to look into those beautiful eyes.

Little soft raindrops soon chase them inside their tent, the lighting strikes brightening the dark sky. He slips under the soft pelts and cuddles in close to his beloved, and his eyes must show the adoring love shinning in his heart because The Mute kisses him tenderly, wrapped his arms around him to hold him gently in a loving embrace.

He can feel the tug of sleep calling to him, and he closes his eyes, leaning in for one more sweet kiss before he allows pleasant dreams to greet his pure heart.

♥ END ♥

[cornerofmadness.livejournal.com]

any, any, Kept Tears (by Jana Denardo)

[cornerofmadness.livejournal.com]

Prodigal Son, Malcolm Bright + any, The Hollow Boy (by Jonathan Stroud)

FILL: Malcolm & Jessica, Family fluff

[cozy-coffee.livejournal.com]

On a chilly day in December, Malcolm sits quietly in the living room. Crayola’s and decorative colored paper litter the coffee table, his little hand scribbling rosy red as he decorates the heart on the paper. He can hear his mom in the kitchen, her quivering voice rising higher as her frustration grows.

Reporters have been swarming her in the past few days, some intrusively accusing her of knowing about her husband crimes and demanding she come forward with the truth, others sympathetically wishing to hear her side of the dark tale. Jessica is close to tears as she is relentlessly plagued by noisy reports.

Malcolm turns his attention to the crafts he is working on, he hoped with all his heart that his mother would love her gift. He jumps a little when she slams the phone to the ground, she hastily joins him on the couch, burring her face in her hands. Malcolm bites his lip nervously, wondering if he should give him mother some space. But it is Christmas and although this dark cloud of sorrow has lingered over their home, Malcolm decides his mother needs some cheer.

“Close your eyes and hold out your hand, and I will give you a big surprise!” He beams, grinning so excitedly that the corner of his eyes crinkles with laugh lines, his cute cheeks rosy with a lovely blush.

Jessica gaze upon him with such sorrowful eyes that Malcolm wants to hug her, he knows how hurt his mother is after his father has brought shame to their family. Yet she smiles fondly and closes her eyes as she held out her hand. Malcolm slips the gift into her palm, looking delighted. “Okey-dokey…open your eyes!”

Jessica grins brightly, smiling for the first time in a long time, and her grin brightens even wider as she gazes at the gift in her palm. It’s a small book of Christmas IOU Coupons that Malcolm decorated with colorful drawings. She thumbs through the cut-out coupons, seeing one was for a big bear hug while the other was for a bundle of pretty, sweet scented flowers. “Sweetie, I love this! Thank you, my little angel.”

Malcolm cuddles into her side and snuggles her, his boyish cute face aglow with happiness. “Merry Christmas, Mom.”

Jessica, nor her son, has smiled in nearly a week; their hearts and home had nearly been broken by the horrific black Christmas that was given to them by Martin.

Yet now, shown by her kindhearted son that there is still a little happiness and hope in the world, Jessica presses a kiss to his temple, brushing a hand through his hair, and smiles as her heart does a happy pitter-patter dance. “I love you, Malcolm. I love you with all my heart, sweetie.”

♥ END ♥

[cornerofmadness.livejournal.com]

Prodigal Son, Malcolm Bright, Blood Dreams (by Kay Hooper)

Short FILL!

[cozy-coffee.livejournal.com]

He shivers from the cold and fear rushing through his body. He felt anxious and tried to rest peacefully, yet hour after hour the nightmares haunt him. The fear is so numbing and the pain in his heart aches like a knife cutting into him. He keeps seeing her, the girl in the box, standing at the foot of her own grave.

She stands under the rain that is not clear and cool but instead blood red, her tears began to fill down her cheeks. Malcom reaches out a hand to her to offer her safety, but she moves closer to her grave and he rushes to her, desperate to save her.

She falls into her grave, landing on a pile of jagged bones. Her spine breaks, her skull cracks, blood soaking her torn dress. With her last breath, before death claims her, she whispers, “You could have saved me.”

Malcolm screams himself awake. He tries to sleep peacefully, but it is impossible.

After a soothing cup of tea with honey and lemon, he lays down on soft sheets with the sound of the rain falling against the glass. His heart is so filled with sorrow, drawing in a breath is impossible. He closes his eyes, and tries to find some rest, but his efforts to rest are in vein.

(END)

[sherlockian-syn.livejournal.com]

To Be Continued, Moon Bin +/ Park Minhyuk, Alone Together (Fall Out Boy)

Fill: post-debut

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

“You’re a traitor,” Minhyuk said. He was sitting on the floor of the practice room, trying to catch his breath.

“Me? How?” Bin plopped down beside him. They were the last two practicing. The others had gone back to the dorm ahead of them.

“During the fan PD thing today. Making me join you for the freestyle dance thing.” Minhyuk cast him a look.

Bin rolled his eyes. “We’ve done freestyle together like that for seven years. You’re the one who ended it with skinship anyway.”

“It’s what the fans wanted and you know it.” Minhyuk sighed and rolled his shoulders.

Bin considered. “Yeah. But it’s not what I would have wanted.”

Minhyuk opened one eye and peered at him. “Oh yeah? What would you have wanted?”

Bin stood up, tugged off his SnapBack. He crossed the practice room, stretched up on his toes, and put it over the DDOCA camera lens.

“What are you doing?” Minhyuk asked.

Bin crossed the room back to him, held out a hand. Minhyuk accepted it, let Bin pull him to his feet.

Bin reached into his pocket for his phone.

“What’s this? Are we sneaking out to the convenience store for illegal junk food?” Minhyuk kept his voice low.

But then familiar piano chords spilled from Bin’s phone. Innocent Love.

Minhyuk frowned. “What…?”

Bin turned the song up all the way and pocketed his phone, then pulled Minhyuk into his arms. “Dance with me.”

Minhyuk was confused at first, because he never danced with anyone like this. But Bin’s arms around his waist were firm, warm, strong. So Minhyuk reached up and put his arms around Bin’s neck, like he always saw in prom scenes in American teen movies, and together they swayed to the beat.

“Just so you know,” Bin said, “you’re my first love.”

Minhyuk smiled, leaned up, and kissed him.

[cornerofmadness.livejournal.com]

any, any, Why Kill the Innocent (by C.S. Harris)

[sherlockian-syn.livejournal.com]

BBC Sherlock, Sherlock Holmes +/ any, Faces of Stone (David Gilmore)

Fill: Sherlock Holmes + John Watson

[thesmallhobbit.livejournal.com]

“Gargoyles!” Sherlock exclaimed.

“What?” John started; he had been dozing over his book until Sherlock’s yell had woken him.

“The messages are left in the gargoyles’ mouths. That’s why nothing happens when it’s raining.”

“Because the rainwater would wash the message out again.”

“Precisely. And now we know how it’s done we can insert our own message. I shall text Lestrade.”

John watched as Sherlock sent his text and then sent his own, which read, 'SH message explanation, not insult!'

[sherlockian-syn.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, Evan Lorne +/ any, This is Gospel (Panic! at the Disco)

[sherlockian-syn.livejournal.com]

Any, any m/m, Blue Flame (ASTRO)

Fill - Fullmetal Alchemist, Maes Hughes/ Roy Mustang

[cornerofmadness.livejournal.com]

Title -- The Bluest Flame
Fandom -- Fullmetal Alchemist
Word Count -- 755
Summary -- Roy’s had a rough night and Maes is making it all better.

Find it here. (https://archiveofourown.org/works/21573979)

[sherlockian-syn.livejournal.com]

Marvel Cinematic Universe, any, Look What U Started (The Internet)

[squidgiepdx]

MCU, Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes, "Shameless"

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Any K-drama, any, Sexy People... (Do't Trust the B---- i Apartment 23)

To Be Continued, Jinjin/MJ

[sherlockian-syn.livejournal.com]

Eunwoo, Jinjin, and MJ sat at their usual table in front of their favorite convenience store, a plethora of snacks and drinks spread between them. Jinjin took advantage of an awkward lull in conversation to tear open a samgak-gimbap and shove it into his mouth. He glanced over at MJ, who was pretending to look at his phone. Jinjin knew he was only pretending because MJ kept glancing back up at Jinjin before darting his eyes away just as quickly.

Going back in time together had been one thing, but losing an ally like Eunwoo along the way had made their current situation even more difficult. Especially since MJ didn't know when to shut up. Jinjin was quickly running out of excuses to cover up for the things MJ mentioned to Eunwoo that now seemed strange.

Luckily, Eunwoo seemed lost in thought as he sipped at his banana milk. Jinjin sighed, chewing his food and swallowing.

"If we become trainees," Eunwoo began hesitantly, "do you think they'll have to teach us...how to be sexy?"

Jinjin and MJ shot each other a look and MJ immediately burst into laughter.

"Yah! Don't laugh!" Eunwoo whined.

"But you have to be joking!" MJ wheezed, "Have you looked at yourself in the mirror lately?"

Eunwoo took another sip of banana milk and began to pout. "Being handsome and being sexy aren't the same thing, hyung."

"Ah, I imagine we will go through some kind of coaching. Maybe acting lessons or something. I don't know if I'd call it 'teaching us to be sexy' though," Jinjin said, trying to ease the tension. He knew for a fact that they would be given acting lessons - he still remembered them, and MJ would too.

MJ finally caught his breath and sighed happily. "Don't worry, Eunwoo. I'm sure it will come naturally to you."

Eunwoo's mouth formed a tight line, and he packed up his things to leave.

"Yah! Don't be so sensitive! I am only teasing you," MJ groaned.

"I'm going to the practice room to work on our song. See you later, Jinjin-hyung."

"Eunwoo, wait!" MJ yelled.

Eunwoo turned back around, a pleased smirk now on his face. "If I were you, MJ-hyung, I would start practicing how to be sexy soon. You're going to need it."

MJ's jaw dropped and Jinjin felt his eyes go wide. With that, Eunwoo started walking back towards their school.

"Did he really just insult his hyung? What a brat!" MJ cried. Now it was his turn to pout.

Jinjin sighed. "Sometimes I regret being the leader. Now I have to settle your quarrel, MJ-hyung."

MJ stood up from his chair, shuffled over to Jinjin, and collapsed in his lap. His head fell on Jinjin's shoulder.

Jinjin felt his heart skip a beat.

"Hyung, what are you doing?" he asked quietly.

"Maybe Eunwoo is right. Maybe I'm not sexy, and that's why Ahrin won't date me. How am I ever going to be a good idol?"

Jinjin carefully moved his arm around MJ and gave him a light squeeze. "Don't worry so much."

"That's easy for you to say, Mister Swag Rapper -"

"I'm sure there are people who think you're already sexy," Jinjin said, his words coming out in a rush of breath. He looked away so MJ couldn't see him blushing.

MJ gently took Jinjin's chin in his hand and turned Jinjin's face back toward him.

"Yeah?" MJ asked, a mischievous glint in his eye.

Jinjin smiled slightly. "Yes, hyung."

MJ leaned in and kissed him gently on the cheek. "Thank you."

[squidgiepdx]

Stargate Atlantis, Evan Lorne/Any male, "The Neighborhood"

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, Any, Love and Guns (The Sentinel)

Fill: McShep

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

“Next you’re going to tell me it’s your very favorite gun and its name is Vera.” Rodney stared at the gleaming dark metal of the pistol John had set on the table in front of him.

“I don’t name my weapons,” John said patiently.

“I don’t need a pistol,” Rodney said. “I mean, there’s always one if I need one when we go offworld. I can’t be wearing one around the city like you do.”

“You should have one of your own,” John said. “This one served me well. I’ll clean it when it needs it. But it’s best if you have one pistol you’re used to, for practice.”

“Practice?” Rodney echoed. He practiced the bare minimum to keep his pistol rating for going offworld. “You’re not going to turn me into some kind of sniper.”

“Snipers use rifles.” John’s tone was still patient, but there was a certain fervor in his gaze Rodney had never seen before.

“I don’t need a pistol,” Rodney said. “When we go offworld or even when we’re in the city, I have you.”

“I will always do my best to protect you,” John said, and he swallowed hard. “I would give my life for you. But I’m not stupid enough to trust your life to a promise I can’t actually make. I’ve been an airman long enough to acknowledge that I won’t always be around when you need me most. So you need to be able to protect yourself.”

Rodney was startled by the intensity in John’s voice, even though John was keeping his voice low.

“How much practice?” Rodney asked. “Because if it’s too much -”

“Either you take time for your own safety now,” John said, “or we all take time to mourn you later.”

“When you put it like that -”

John leaned in and caught Rodney’s gaze, held it. He pushed the pistol toward him. “I will always do my best to protect you. I need you to do your best too.”

Rodney frowned. “Sheppard -”

“Rodney. I need you. To do your best.”

Oh. Rodney nodded. “Okay. I understand. Thanks for the gun. I’ll take good care of it.”

“You’re welcome. See you after dinner.” John turned to go.

“After dinner? For what?” Rodney called after him.

“Practice.”

“We’re starting tonight?”

John glanced over his shoulder. “I don’t want to wait.”

Rodney nodded again. “Okay. I’ll see you.”

John finally smiled.

[squidgiepdx]

Sherlock (BBC), Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, "Relax"

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Hawaii Five-0, Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams, Notes From a Small Island (Bill Bryson)

[squidgiepdx]

Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay, "My Lips Are Waiting" (Bride and Prejudice)

[squidgiepdx]

Hawaii Five-0, Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams, "Believe" (Josh Groban)

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Marvel Cinematic Universe, Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes (+/ Sam Wilson), Ghost in the Road (Poltergeist: The Legacy)

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay, Goodbyes Made You Mine (JT Hodges)