Monday: Book Titles: Fantasy/SciFi

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Hi! I’m brumeier, and this week we’re going to be hitting the library shelves for some titles because I love me some books. Today’s theme is Book Titles: Fantasy/SciFi! Your prompts can be any book title that fits this theme, whether or not the actual book is in that genre.

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...

+ Astro, Ensemble, Touched by Magic (Celine Jeanjean)

+ Stargate Atlantis, Any, The Atlantis Bloodline (C.A. Gray)

+ Any, Any, The Care and Feeding of Stray Vampires (Molly Harper)

+ MI5|Spooks, Any, The Forbidden Zone (Tom Trott)

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 2016 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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Astro, Ensemble, Touched by Magic (Celine Jeanjean)

Fill: Shadowhunter AU, Bin/Jinwoo, Myungjun/Dongmin, lonely maknae line

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“I don’t like this one bit,” Bin said, standing in the doorway, arms crossed over his chest.

“Which part?” Minhyuk asked, twirling his stele the way mundane students twirled their pens. “The part where the love of your life is shirtless, or the part where I’m about to put my grubby little hands all over him?”

“Yah!” Jinwoo shoved at Minhyuk’s shoulder, then flashed Bin one of his sweet, crinkle-eyed smiles. “Don’t listen to him, Binnie. You know it’s not like that.”

As a warlock, Bin didn’t look one hundred percent human. Most people only saw his vertical-pupil cat eyes as his sign of being a warlock, but he was a bit more feline than that. He resisted the urge to bare his fangs and hiss at Minhyuk.

“I know it’s not like that,” Bin said. “Doesn’t mean I have to like it.”

“Myungjun has steadier hands, you know,” Jinwoo said, as Minhyuk touched the crystal tip of his stele to Jinwoo’s torso like it was a pen and started to draw a Shadowhunter rune.

“Myungjun,” Minhyuk said, making a graceful swooping curve very carefully, “is not your parabatai.”

Parabatai were platonic soulmates of a sort, and a Mark made by one’s parabatai was more powerful and lasted longer than one made by another random Shadowhunter.

“I could be, though,” Myungjun said, and came tripping out of Dongmin’s room, smiling dopily, a few kiss-bruises on his torso along with Marks he’d probably drawn himself. “There’s no rule that parabatai need only be two.”

“That’s true,” Jinwoo said slowly.

Bin interrupted. “No. Don’t even think about it. I barely like sharing you with Minhyuk.”

“As if I want to share my Junie,” Dongmin said, appearing in the doorway of his bedroom, also sporting kiss-bruises on his throat, but in typical Dongmin fashion his shirt was buttoned all the way up and he looked almost respectable.

He even looked a little cute, with the small deer antlers sprouting from his head, his warlock feature.

There really was no rule that parabatai only be in pairs. There was a rule, however, that parabatai weren’t allowed to be in love, and for that, Bin was grateful.

That was also why Sanha was sulking by the doorway, having Marked himself before the others had arrived. His crush on Minhyuk was glaringly obvious to everyone but Minhyuk, who seemed to only hold affection for Jinwoo, weapons, and trips to the public sauna. Sanha had wanted to be Minhyuk’s parabatai, but the Council had forbidden it.

Bin still wasn’t sure why the rule existed, and he wasn’t sure the Council had good reason for it either.

“What are you hunting tonight?” Dongmin asked as Myungjun buckled himself into his uniform and some black leather armor, then proceeded to count out a frightening number of arrows and throwing daggers and not one but three seraph blades.

“Nothing major,” Myungjun said. “Just an arch-demon.”

Bin whipped around to actually look at Myungjun. “A what?”

Myungjun smiled sunnily. “Like I said, nothing major.”

Bin turned back to Jinwoo, whose torso was covered with dozens of Marks in addition to his permanent Marks and tattoos. Bin could only understand Shadowhunter Marks in passing, and he spotted ones that granted speed and strength and accurate marksmanship and stamina and tracking and -

“Come here.” Bin beckoned.

Jinwoo started toward him.

Minhyuk hissed in annoyance. “Hyung, I’m not done yet.”

Bin crossed the apartment and shoved Minhyuk aside, gathered Jinwoo into his arms, looked into his eyes.

“I only had one more to do,” Minhyuk protested from the sidelines.

“Be careful out there,” Bin said, and leaned in, kissed Jinwoo.

Jinwoo melted against him, all smooth skin and sleek muscle and -

“Ew,” Minhyuk said.

“Ew,” Sanha agreed.

“Dongminnie, do I get a kiss like that?” Myungjun asked.

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Stargate Atlantis, Any, The Atlantis Bloodline (C.A. Gray)

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Any, Any, The Care and Feeding of Stray Vampires (Molly Harper)

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MI5|Spooks, Any, The Forbidden Zone (Tom Trott)

Fill: Lucas North

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“I thought you understood, Mr North, that this area was forbidden.” The man who had entered the room behind Lucas looked impassively at him.

Lucas smiled. “I understood you didn’t want me on this floor,” Lucas said pleasantly. “And therefore I decided I’d like to find out why.”

“Well, I’m afraid you are about to discover the truth in the old saying that curiosity killed the cat.” The man took his gun out of his jacket pocket. “And you are not armed.”

Lucas stepped behind a cabinet and called out. “There is another saying, that a cat has nine lives. And I have several left yet.”

The man followed him, preparing to shoot, but suddenly fell to the ground.

“Oh,” Lucas added, “and I forgot to mention I was not alone. But you seem to be unconscious. Never mind, I’m sure we can continue this conversation when you wake up.” Turning to Tariq he said, “Give me a hand and let’s get him out of here before anyone notices he’s missing.”

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Prodigal Son, Any, Practical Magic (Alice Hoffman)

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Title: Solstice Magic

Summary: JT was thrilled to be invited to Jessica’s for the solstice but his baby’s teething pains but a damper on things. Who knew Jessica knew a little practical magic?

This wasn't quite what I imagined writing for this but there you go Find the story here. (https://archiveofourown.org/works/35549869)

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Stargate Atlantis, any, The Fault in Our Stars (John Green)

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MI-5|Spooks, any, Rhythm of War (Brandon Sanderson)

Fill: Section D

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Section D had gathered together to discuss the recent conflict between two ex-Soviet states.

“Our latest information implies that there’s a lull in hostilities at the moment,” Malcolm said.

“Giving both sides time to regroup and re-arm,” Ros commented.

“And thus continues the rhythm of war,” Harry said. “There’s a significant risk that this next stage may spill over into some of the neighbouring states, so I think we should step in to break the rhythm.”

“How are we to do that?” Adam asked.

“I’ve asked Lucas to take a look at selling mythical arms to both sides, and he’s come up with what looks like an excellent plan.” Lucas grinned and bowed. “Although I have had to deny him the 10% commission on the sales he suggested he be paid.”

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BBC Robin Hood, any, Oathbringer (Brandon Sanderson)

Fill: Guy & Much

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“What do you make of this Oathbringer?” Guy asked Much. They had met in their usual spot in the forest, where Much would frequently collect berries.

“Robin likes him,” Much replied.

“But you’re not so sure?”

“No, there’s something not quite right about him. He says that there are other groups who share our aims and that they’ve sworn an oath to work together. He wants Robin to swear a similar oath.”

“Do you think he will?” When there was no reply, Guy said, “Much!”

“Yes. The Oathbringer says that these groups have all heard of Robin and want to join with him and how we’ll be more powerful together. But I don’t understand why we haven’t heard of these groups before.”

“A very good question.”

“No-one else thought so.”

“Hmm. While I’d be happy to see Hood tied to an oath he later regrets I fear it could cause trouble for all of us. I think the oathtaking ceremony better be disrupted. And with any luck it will cause the Oathbringer to show his true hand.”

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Sherlock Holmes (any canon), any, The Final Empire (Brandon Sanderson)

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Trixie Belden Mysteries, any, The Hunt (LJ Smith)

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9-1-1, any, Son of the Storm, by Suyi Davies Okungbowa

Fill: Unexpected Magic

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"Buck, look at that!" Chris pointed at the ocean.

"What, buddy?" Buck asked casually as he turned toward the sea.

To his horror, the water was receding rapidly... a tsunami! Just then the warning horns went off.

He went to grab Chris, who said, "Wait!"

It was said firmly. An adult tone of voice that Buck had never heard from Chris before. It made Buck hesitate.

"I can do this." That was a declarative sentence, not a question. There was not a seed of doubt in those words.

Chris stood up straighter to face the oncoming wave, his arms wide.


Buck watched as Chris closed his eyes and tilted his head back. Confidence radiated from every pore. Buck stood behind Chris and held on to the small child with all of his might.

He watched as the huge wave approached the pier and then... it lessened. Oh, there was still a wave and they both were totally drenched. But the wave was smaller, less destructive.

Buck held Chris in place until Chris relaxed with a small laugh.

"Didn't know I could do that!" Chris grinned.

"You and I and your dad are going to have a long talk!" Buck growled.



Walking to the car in wet clothes was not fun.

"Oh, wait!" Chris said. He touched Buck's hip and... they were both dry!

"Thanks," was all Buck could say.

Eddie was already home when they arrived.

"Have a good day, mijo?" Eddie swung Chris into a hug.

"We lost my crutches but I stopped a big wave!" Chris said proudly.

"A tsunami," Buck said. "A big one."

Eddie has the grace to look embarrassed. "Oh. Well..."

"I think this needs some coffee," Buck said.

"Inside, then!" Eddie said cheerfully for Chris' benefit.

"And he dried us off, after," Buck added.


Eddie insisted Chris take a nap. Buck went to the kitchen while he waited.

There was a barely-heard discussion between Chris and Eddie about doing magic and but it's Buck! that Buck tried to not listen to.

Eddie came back and Buck handed him a beer. "I think this needs some alcohol."

They went to the patio to sit.

Eddie sighed. "It's not that I didn't want to tell you..."

"I understand about keeping a secret like that," Buck nodded. "It's just so... unexpected." He stared at Eddie. "If Chris can do that, what sort of things can you do?"


"We work with Storms," Eddie admitted. "I can create and control Storms in the area around me."

Buck considered. "Why didn't you do anything about..."

"When it's a natural storm, it's best to let it happen," Eddie said. "Gaia is the ultimate Power and there are... consequences when you fight against her."

"Will anything happen because of what Chris did?" Buck was alarmed.

"Shouldn't be," Eddie shrugged. "He let the wave happen, so that's a good thing."

"He prevented a lot of people's deaths," Buck replied.

"He saved you," Eddie said. "He told me that was why he did it."


"Now what?" Buck asked, taking a drink of his beer.

"Nothing," Eddie replied firmly.

"Just like that?"

"Just like that!"

Buck tilted his head and considered.

"Okay."

He saw Eddie relax. "Thank you. It is kinda nice to let someone know, to be honest."

"Does it run in the family?"

"Abuela has an Earth Magic," Eddie admitted. "But it skipped everyone else. So it's mostly me and Chris."

"If there's anything I can do, just ask," Buck offered.

"Oh. Don't let Chris hear that, he'll be practicing on you!" Eddie laughed.

"He's still my favorite Diaz, you know!" Buck grinned.

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Any, any, Sorrowland, by Rivers Solomon

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Any, any, The Witch’s Heart, by Genevieve Gornichec

Fill Buffy the Vampire Slayer

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Title: Kitchen Magic

Summary: Willow embraces her magic and Hanukkah with equal enthusiasm.

Willow took the tea towel off the bowl of dough. She might be a witch now but some things were ingrained. Some things spoke of comfort and culture and of struggle. She turned the dough out and started to roll it.

Tara’s soft, floral perfume tickled Willow’s nose before her lover slipped her arms around her waist. The feel of Tara’s body pressing along the length of her back nearly made Willow forget the task at hand.

Tara rested her chin on Willow’s shoulder. “What are you doing?”

“Making Sufganiyot.”

“I have no idea what that is.”

“You do. They’re the jelly donuts we eat at Hanukkah.”

“Ah.” Tara let go and leaned on the counter. “I’m not the biggest fan of jelly donuts.”

“They get a bad rap, especially with that overly sweet glop they jam in there. Promise you, mine are better.” Willow powered her rolling pin through the dough.

“I’ll try them, of course since you made them.” Tara swept her long hair back with a smile. “I’m pretty sure the way to a witch’s heart is with sweets.”

Willow laughed. “True of the two witches in this room. Hand me the cutter.”

Tara passed her the round cookie cutter and watched Willow cut out rounds of dough, reroll the extras and squeeze out a couple more rounds.

“Now what?”

“Traditionally you’d put in some strawberry jam but I prefer raspberry. It’s just a little more tart to offset the sweetness. Want to help?”

“What do I need to do?”

Willow showed Tara how to dollop a little jam in the center of the rounds and how to seal it with another round of dough over top. Together they worked a little kitchen magic until all the Sufganiyot were formed. “And now they have to rest and raise before we can fry them.”

“How long does that take?”

“About forty-five minutes to an hour,” Willow replied.

Tara tugged her close. “I have an idea how to spend that time.”

“I can unwrap my Hanukkah gift now?” Willow grinned.

“And enjoy it all you want.”

Willow slipped her arms around Tara, kissing her softly. “Just what I wanted to hear.”

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Stargate Multiverse, Any, This Body’s Not Big Enough for Both of Us (Edgar Cantero)

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The Losers, Jake Jensen/Carlos “Cougar” Alvarez, After the End of the World (Jonathan L. Howard)

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Any, Any/Any, So I Married a Sorcerer, Kerrelyn Sparks

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due South, Benton Fraser/Ray Kowalski, "Life In The North" (Tao Wong)

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Stargate Atlantis, Any/Any, "Forbidden Zone" (Tao Wong)

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Stargate Atlantis, Any/Any, "Stars Awoken" (Tao Wong)

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Hawaii Five-0, Steve McGarrett/Danny WIlliams, "Gravity is Heartless" (Sarah Lahey)

Fill: Task Force in Space AU

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Danny’s father passed away while he chasing a sat-hacker between Orion Station and Lunar Colony Miles-Peaceman. He hadn’t even known his dad was sick.

“I’m really sorry, Danno,” Steve said after Danny’s tear-filled vidscreen call with his mother.

“What are you apologizing for?” Danny snapped. “It’s not your fault I’m living on this god-forsaken space station, is it? No? I didn’t think so.”

He knew he was being irrational, but he was angry. And devastated. The person really at fault was Stan Edwards, and if he’d been in the room Danny would’ve happily punched him in the face. It was Stan who’d moved Grace off Earth, knowing full well Danny wouldn’t be able to leave his little girl.

“Danny,” Steve tried again, using his most placating tone.

“If they’d told me he was sick, I could’ve made arrangements.” Danny paced around Steve’s quarters. He felt like he might explode if he stopped moving. “I could’ve done the quarantine and the strength training and all that other bullshit. Why didn’t they tell me?”

Traveling Earthside wasn’t just a matter of hopping a shuttle. The artificial gravity on Orion Station wasn’t the same as Earth gravity, or the same as the gravity on the lunar stations. He would have had to plan at least a month ahead to make that trip. Now he wouldn’t even have time to get things sorted before the funeral.

“Do you think she’d leave now?” Steve asked, still maintaining a safe distance from Danny. He had his hands in his pockets.

“I don’t fucking know! She probably wouldn’t tell me if she was.” Danny kicked at Steve’s desk. “Dad was always against it. ‘I’m not a spaceman. My life is here on Earth.’ Except what kind of life has it been? Living like mole people because the temps are so high now?”

The next time he passed by Steve, one long monkey arm reached out and grabbed hold of Danny’s shoulder, stopping him in his tracks.

“Danny.”

“Why didn’t they come with me?” Danny whispered, his eyes filling with tears. “Why couldn’t they do for me what I did for Grace?”

Steve wrapped him up in a hug and Danny clutched him back, feeling like a little kid again instead of the grown man he was. His dad was gone and he never got the chance to say goodbye, or tell him how much he was loved. How Danny had always looked up to him, wanted to be like him.

He must’ve said some of that aloud, because Steve pressed a kiss to the side of Danny’s head.

“He knows. You have to believe that, Danno.”

Part of Danny wished for total weightlessness, so he could just float away from everything. But the larger part of him was grateful for Steve’s solid, warm body keeping him grounded. Steve was the only gravity that mattered.

“My dad would’ve loved you,” Danny said, his face still pressed against Steve’s chest. “He could be a crazy, heroic asshole too sometimes.”

“Sounds like a great guy.”

“He was.”

“Tell me,” Steve said.

Danny did, and by the time he was finished he felt husked out and tired, but much less angry. He was ready to break the news to Grace.

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9-1-1, Evan "Buck" Buckley/Edmundo "Eddie" Diaz, "Earth Husbands are Odd" (Lyn Gala)

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Prodigal Son, any, Monstress (Marjorie Liu)

Fill: Edrisa Tanaka + Malcolm Bright + Martin Whitly (Monster Hunters 'verse)

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Edrisa was meditating when it happened.

Ever since her guided meditation with Malcolm had sent them both to a creepy, abandoned street, she’d been trying to see if she could replicate the experience on her own. She was 99% sure it wouldn’t work without Malcolm – it wasn’t solely her superpower – but there was always that one percent that needed to be explored. What kind of scientist would she be if she didn’t experiment?

“I’m picturing myself in a sunny green park,” she murmured to herself. “There are trees, and birds singing, and a dog catching a frisbee.”

She figured if she was going to be transported to some strange limbo world, at least it would be a nice one.

Don’t forget the ducks.

Edrisa’s eyes popped open. She was still in her bedroom, and everything looked normal. Microscope on the desk next to her biology textbook. J-pop posters on the walls alongside posters of Albert Einstein and a kitten snuggled up with a duckling. Rice paper screen in the corner with cherry blossoms painted on it, which hid her pile of dirty laundry.

“Hello?” she called out tentatively. There was no answer, obviously, because it was clear she was alone. Probably just a misfiring neuron.

“There’s a bench under a shady tree,” Edrisa said, trying to get back into her visualization. “And if I sit on it, I can see the pond.”

Where the ducks swim.

Okay, Edrisa had clearly heard an adult male voice. She cracked open one eye, but no. Still in her bedroom. She squeezed both eyes shut.

“Who are you? How are you talking to me right now?”

We met once before. It was regrettably brief.

Edrisa tried to think of all the creatures they’d encountered so far in Shadyfell, and if any of them had been telepathic. None came springing to mind, and she was sure she’d have remembered something like that.

When God closes a door, he opens a window. Isn’t that what they say?

The voice was familiar, but she just couldn’t place it. Whoever was speaking sounded both conversational and mocking at the same time.

“You need to get out of my head. I didn’t invite you, and, well, maybe that only works with vampires, but I should still get a say! My body, my choice, and I don’t choose to hear you anymore, thank you very much.”

Edrisa stopped imagining the park and instead imagined a wall made of thick concrete blocks.

I’m afraid that won’t work with me. I’ve already tunneled in. Metaphorically speaking, of course.

Tendrils of ice started prickling at Edrisa’s spine. Something had gone wrong, and she needed to get help. She opened her eyes and reached for the phone, intent on calling Dani. Surely she’d know what to do, being the Slayer and everything. And if she didn’t, Mr. Arroyo definitely would. He knew everything.

That’s not who you want to call, the voice said. You want Malcolm.

Edrisa shook her head even as she started dialing Malcolm’s number. He knew what it was like to have something in his head, something he didn’t ask for. Maybe he could help Edrisa get rid of that voice.

Hey, Edrisa, Malcolm said when he answered. What’s up?

As soon as she heard his voice, Edrisa knew. “Malcolm? I think I’m in trouble.”

What kind of trouble? Are you okay? I’m coming over!

Malcolm didn’t wait for explanations, and Edrisa fell a little more in love with him because of his willingness to drop everything and come to her rescue. Even if he didn’t know what he was rescuing her from.

But she knew. Now, she knew.

That’s my girl, said the monster in her head.

The monster that was Malcolm’s father.

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Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Rupert Giles + any, Magus of the Library (Mitsu Izumi)

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any, any The End of All Things (John Scalzi)

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Lucifer, Lucifer + any, Three Parts Dead (Max Gladstone)