Wednesday: 80s book titles

[cornerofmadness.livejournal.com]

Hello, everyone. I’m cornerofmadness and today's theme is 80s book titles. Prompts can be any 80s books. You can have them in a discussion, or the characters could be reading them or just plain use the titles for inspiration/make them part of the dialogue. However you want to tackle it. If you want a little help finding some 80s book titles for inspiration head here.

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...
+ Fullmetal Alchemist, Roy Mustang, Edward and Alphonse Elric, discussing which is the better Alchemist (The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho)

+ Prodigal Son, Malcolm Bright + JT Tarmel, Just how Silence of the Lambs are things with you and your father? (Silence of the Lambs by Thomas Harris)

+ any, any, Life, the Universe and Everything (By Douglas Adams)

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 2020 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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[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

Lucifer, Trixie Decker+Lucifer Morningstar, "Don't you 'BFG' me!" (The BFG, Roald Dahl)

[cozy-coffee.livejournal.com]

Any, any/any, beloved (1987)

FBI, Jubal/Kristen

[helsinkibaby.livejournal.com]

Jubal’s dozing, about halfway on his way to waking up properly, when the unmistakable scent of fresh brewed coffee fills his nostrils. Frowning, he reaches out beside him, finding only empty space and there’s a giggle from across the room that has him propping himself up on on elbow and squinting in the direction of the doorway.

What he sees there makes him catch his breath.

A shaft of early morning sunlight peeks through the curtains, catching Kristin just right, highlighting the smile on her face and the sparkle in her eye. She’s wearing his shirt, the one she peeled off his body and threw across the room last night, nothing else and he gives himself a long moment to study her completely, see what the shirt hides and what it exposes and commit both to memory. In each hand, she holds a steaming mug of coffee and as she walks over to him, there’s definitely more a swing to her hips than there usually is. The hem of his shirt swaying against her, exposing incrementally more of her to his gaze, is proof of that.

“I thought you might need this.” She doesn’t speak until she’s sitting down on the bed beside him, handing him a mug. “You were dead to the world when I got up.”

He accepts the cup, takes a quick sip, more to aid his dry mouth than anything else. “This is why you are so beloved.” The words bring a pleased flush to her cheeks and she bites her lip, looking down into her cup. She looks shy all of a sudden and he wonders if he’s got too serious too quickly - this is still a new thing after all and with their ages and their jobs and a million other things, it’s not what you’d call uncomplicated.

But something about this morning, something about the way she looks, something about the warm feeling unfolding in the pit of his stomach...

Yeah. Beloved is just about right.

When the silence threatens to stretch a little too far, he glances at the clock on the bedside cabinet. “Isn’t it a little early to be awake? We don’t have to be in for hours yet.” He knows they haven’t been called in early; as ASAC, Isobel would call him first.

Kristen shakes her head, taking a sip of her own coffee. “I’m meeting Maggie, remember?” She had told him that last night, he recalls, but somewhere between them and now it had slipped his mind. He’s not so sure he can be blamed for that, not with the way she looked at him last night, the way she’s looking at him right now, the way she makes him feel. “We have a gym date.”

“Stay here.” The words are out before he can stop them, and his free hand reaches out to her, lands on her thigh and slides up just a little. “We can have a different kind of workout.”

He waggles his eyes brows for effect, even as he worries that the joke might be a little too salty, a little too sleazy for her. But she laughs, shakes her head. “Jubal...” There’s a time least sixteen extra syllables in his name but it’s a fond sound. It’s a sound he likes.

“Fine.” He huffs out what he hopes to be a long suffering sigh, but he knows it has no effect when he’s grinning through it. “But don’t say I didn’t offer.”

There’s a pause. Then, “Well....”

There may be only five extra syllables in that but he’ll take it. “Well?” He’s reaching blindly to put his coffee on the nightstand as he speaks and she reaches over to do the same.

“They say it’s not safe to do a gym workout without warming up first...” Kristen slips underneath the covers, presses her body against his. His hands go straight to her hips, under the shirt and up, and she arches against him. “Care to help me warm up?”

Her hands wind through his hair as he nods. “I think that could be arranged.”

The coffee goes cold on the nightstand.

They’re both very warm indeed.

[cozy-coffee.livejournal.com]

Any, any, diffrent seasons (1982)

I'm Reading this Right Now...

[templefugate.livejournal.com]

Does that make me obligated to write a fill for this?

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Spooks | MI5, Any, The Good Terrorist (1985)

Fill: drabble: Lucas & Ros

[thesmallhobbit.livejournal.com]

“She knew nothing,” Lucas North said. “All she could say over and over again was ‘He was a good boy.’”

“And you believe her?” Ros Myers asked.

Lucas nodded. “I do. And now she’s lost a son, her family are going to receive unwarranted attention, and that will mean her younger son is more likely to be radicalised. And all because the lad’s best mate got in with the wrong group of people.”

“We do what we can.”

“But it’s never enough, is it? There’s always someone who gets hurt in the fallout.”

Ros nodded slowly. “Yes, there’s always someone.”

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Stargate Multiverse, Rodney McKay, Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit (1985)

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Hawaii Five-0, Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams, ex-Rangers on a cattle drive (Lonesome Dove, 1985)

Fill

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

I never read the book, so, uh, here's what I've got: https://archiveofourown.org/works/22369501

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Trixie Belden Mysteries/The Three Investigators, Trixie Belden/Jupiter Jones + Any, Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency (1987)

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, Any, when the expedition gets to Atlantis, they find that there are random wormholes throughout the city (Castle Perilous, 1988)

[sherlockian-syn.livejournal.com]

To Be Continued, Park Jinwoo/Cha Eunwoo, The Color Purple (1982)

FILLED! HBD!

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23295235

[sherlockian-syn.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay, The Alchemist (1988)

[sherlockian-syn.livejournal.com]

Sherlock, Sherlock Holmes +/ John Watson, The Remains of the Day (1989)

[sherlockian-syn.livejournal.com]

Harry Potter, any, The Color of Magic (1983)

[sherlockian-syn.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, Evan Lorne +/ any, The Restaurant at the End of the Universe (1980)

Fill 1/2: Evan + Ronon

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

“What’ll it be, stranger?”

That was the greeting for every person who stepped into the low, square building in the far corner of the market on this bustling planet. Usually Ronon avoided bustling planets, because bringing the Wraith to a populated planet was just cruel.

But he’d finally succeeded in having the tracker cut out of him by a man who wore a strange tan and yellow jacket, a man who spoke in a rolling accent, a man who said he was from a place where Wraith had never been, a place where Ronon would like to go.

Ronon paused in the doorway and scanned the room. It was full of tables around which people sat and ate. So the place was an eating establishment. It looked to be primarily an eating establish and not a drinking establishment, which was - unusual. Most people cooked their own food. The sign on the door had been in a language Ronon didn’t recognize, although it was a given that the only way to understand people from other planets was aloud or with trade hand-signs.

The man standing behind the square metal bar had blue eyes that reminded Ronon of Healer Carson’s eyes, and broad shoulders and a dimpled smile that also reminded Ronon of Healer Carson, though Healer Carson had looked haunted and this man looked - happy.

He didn’t speak with Healer Carson’s rolling accent.

“We have everything from Athosian tuttle root soup to tava refried tava beans to good old-fashioned grilled cheese sandwiches.” The man smiled and beckoned. “Have a seat, stranger.”

Everyone on this planet was a stranger.

Ronon picked a place in the corner where he could see all the exits and entrances and the windows. The man stepped out from behind the bar and held out a placard that was covered in pictures and also words in multiple languages. Ronon recognized Athosian, could read it a little. Apart from the tuttle root soup and the tava beans, he’d never heard of any of the other dishes. He knew better than to eat something that could make him sick, could prevent him from running if he needed to.

But he didn’t need to run anymore, did he?

He’d shoved his tracker down the throat of the first Wraith who’d come for him after Healer Carson removed it, and he’d walked away.

But he had nothing to walk toward. Sateda had been wiped out, any survivors scattered to the wind. Apart from offering his strength and his sword in exchange for food and lodging here and there, Ronon had no purpose, besides killing Wraith whenever he encountered them.

If Ronon didn’t need to run anymore, he could take risks. Starting with a good meal. “I’ll try the grilled cheese sandwich.”

“Solid choice. Simple but filling. You want tomato soup for a side, or purple potato fries? If you’ve never had tomato before the acidic undertone to the flavor might be a turn-off, but it’s good with the sandwich. You can dip the sandwich in it. The purple potatoes are native to Pegasus, though.” The man was still smiling.

“Pegasus,” Ronon echoed. He’d only ever heard one person use that term to refer to the places where Ronon could roam through the ancestral rings. “Are you from Earth?”

“You’ve heard of it? This far from Atlantis, few people have. But yeah, I am. Evan Lorne.” He offered a hand, which was a greeting Ronon remembered from Healer Carson.

Ronon shook his hand cautiously. “Is is true that there are no Wraith on Earth?”

“There are no Wraith in the entire Milky Way Galaxy,” Evan said. “But there are other things. Older things.” And there, he had the same shadows in his eyes as Healer Carson did.

Ronon didn’t want to try to imagine what could be worse than the Wraith.

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

MI-5|Spooks, any, The Remains of the Day

Fill: Drabble: Lucas/Adam Carter (follows up from the drabble above)

[thesmallhobbit.livejournal.com]

As soon as Lucas got home, he went upstairs and began to run a shower. After a few minutes Adam heard the bathroom door slam and Lucas’ footsteps crossing back to their bedroom, without him having showered. Adam hurriedly slid the dinner he’d been preparing into the oven and went upstairs.

Going into the bedroom he said, “Let’s shower together.”

Lucas looked up at him. “Would you mind? Your towel was wet so you must have already had a shower.”

“Anything which makes what remains of the day a bit better for you will never be a problem to me.”

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Stargate SG-1, Daniel Jackson, The Pillars of the Earth

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Marvel Cinematic Universe, Tony Stark +/ Stephen Strange, the Joy Luck Club

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, any, Number the Stars

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Marvel Cinematic Universe, Any, A Touch of Genius (1986)

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, Rodney McKay, A Confederacy of Dunces

[cornerofmadness.livejournal.com]

Fullmetal Alchemist, Roy Mustang, Edward and Alphonse Elric, discussing which is the better Alchemist (The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho)

[cornerofmadness.livejournal.com]

Prodigal Son, Malcolm Bright + JT Tarmel, Just how Silence of the Lambs are things with you and your father? (Silence of the Lambs by Thomas Harris)

[cornerofmadness.livejournal.com]

any, any, Life, the Universe and Everything (By Douglas Adams)

Fill: Stargate Atlantis, Evan Lorne/Rodney McKay

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Evan checked the time. It was well past two in the morning and most of Atlantis was tucked into bed. The night watch Marines were making their rounds, Amelia was covering the Gate room in case one of the off-world teams needed assistance, and Rodney was in his lab.

“I’m going to do a circuit,” Evan said, standing and stretching.

Night shift security was exceedingly dull. If he sat in front of the monitors much longer, he’d fall asleep.

“I wouldn’t say no to coffee.” Amelia held out her travel mug, shaking it a little.

“Anything else?”

“That’ll do.”

Evan always started his nighttime security sweep with a trip through the Mess. At that time of night there was only a selection of hot and cold beverages and some snack foods available. He refilled Amelia’s mug – no cream, two sugars – and slipped a packet of chocolate chip cookies in his pocket.

He made his way through the halls, stopping to talk with each Marine who he crossed paths with. He poked his head into the infirmary, which at the moment only had one guest – Corporal Kaye, who’d had an appendectomy earlier that day. Marie was on duty, reading something on her datapad. She gave Evan a thumbs up.

Evan’s next stop was Rodney’s lab. He gave a perfunctory knock before the door slid open.

“What? What is it?” Rodney blinked up at him, eyes bloodshot. “Major? Is there an emergency?”

“There’s an exhausted scientist that needs to get some sleep,” Evan replied.

He handed Rodney the cookies, and he immediately brightened. “Chocolate chip? My favorite!”

“You lost track of time again, Doc,” Evan said, pulling over one of the rolling chairs to sit on so he wasn’t looming over Rodney. “It’s late. Let me walk you back to your room.”

Rodney shook his head. “I’m very busy, Major.”

“Everyone needs sleep.”

“’Now the world has gone to bed, darkness won’t engulf my head, I can see in infrared, how I hate the night.’”

“I’m not familiar with that verse,” Evan admitted.

“Douglas Adams,” Rodney said, mouth already full of cookie. “All the problems of the universe solved and still he couldn’t sleep. Well, he was a robot, but that hardly matters. There’s never really any rest.”

Evan was only passingly familiar with Adams’ work, but he thought he knew what Rodney was really saying. Anyone who’d been in Atlantis long enough had trouble sleeping. There wasn’t a lot of comfort to be had in the dark, which was full of ghosts and regrets and what-ifs.

“You won’t be any use to anyone if you’re exhausted,” Evan pointed out.

Rodney looked blearily at his computer screen. “I just need to –”

“Sleep. You need to sleep. Tomorrow you can get back to solving the mysteries of the universe.”

The brash and blustery Dr. McKay must’ve really been done in, because he shut down his workstation and followed Evan out of the lab. They passed a Marine on the way to the transporter, and Evan handed off Amelia’s mug of coffee.

“Have a good night, sir.”

Rodney was practically asleep on his feet when they got to his door. Evan wasn’t sure he should say what was on his mind; it felt like he was taking advantage of the man at a weak moment. He wrestled with himself for a long moment, but Rodney was swaying in place and that decided him.

“I could come in,” he said. “Sit with you for a little while. Just until you fall asleep.”

“What? Why?”

“Sometimes it’s easier to beat back the ghosts when you’re not alone,” Evan said softly.

Rodney studied him for a long minute and then nodded. They didn’t speak at all after that. Rodney got changed for bed and Evan took off his boots, and they lay down together, close but not touching. It was only a little awkward. And then Rodney closed his eyes and slid his hand across the mattress, his little finger knocking against Evan’s. It seemed only natural to hook them together. Rodney’s lips twitched up in a smile, and in the next moment drifted off to sleep.

Evan stayed awake a while longer, keeping watch. Keeping the ghosts at bay.

[cornerofmadness.livejournal.com]

Prodigal Son, any, Chronicle of a Death Foretold (by Gabriel García Márquez)

RE: Re: Fill 2/2: Evan + Ronon

[sherlockian-syn.livejournal.com]

Merlin, Merlin/Arthur Pendragon, The Mists of Avalon (1982)

[cornerofmadness.livejournal.com]

any, any Postcards from the Edge (by Carrie Fisher)