Wednesday: Romance

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Hello, everyone. I’m brumeier and this week we’ll be taking a leisurely stroll through the book stacks of whichever bookstore or library you’d prefer. All our themes will be book categories, and prompts can be anything related to that category – book titles, lyrics, one-word prompts…you get the idea! Today’s theme is Romance!

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 above-mentioned spoiler cut.

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...

+ Marvel Cinematic Universe, any +/ any, This is Not a Love Story, by Judy Brown

+ Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay/Teyla Emmagan/Ronon Dex, Two Guys, A Girl, and a Fighter (Two Guys and a Girl)

+ Hawaii Five-0, Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams,

And I love you but I leave you
I don’t want you but I need you
You know it’s you who calls me back here (Zac Brown Band)

We are now using 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 2022 collection. See further notes on this new option here.

Not feeling any of today’s prompts? Check out the just created Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet. For more recent prompts to write, you can also use LJ’s advanced search options to limit keyword results to only comments in this community.

While the Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet 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 Robin Hood, Much, Love Poem (IU)

Fill:

[thesmallhobbit.livejournal.com]

Much concentrated. He was determined to write Guy a love poem. The fact that he couldn’t actually write was an obstacle he was going to overcome by learning the poem off by heart. That he had no idea what to write was only a minor difficulty. He looked around and began to put the words into some sort of order.

Later, when Guy joined him in the clearing, Much held up his hand and before Guy could speak said:
“You are to me the bluest of skies
The tallest of trees, the eagle that flies
You are the sweetest of honey
The brightest flower, the day which is sunny
All I can offer to you is my heart
And say that I never want us to part”

Much stopped abruptly and looked expectantly at Guy. His expression began to cloud as Guy remained silent, but then Guy threw his arms around him and hugged him tight. Much couldn’t see the tears which slipped from Guy’s eyes, but he felt the sob in his chest and hugged him back.

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Marvel Cinematic Universe, any +/ any, This is Not a Love Story, by Judy Brown

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Hawaii Five-0, Grace Williams, First Love (Cha Eunwoo)

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay/Teyla Emmagan/Ronon Dex, Two Guys, A Girl, and a Fighter (Two Guys and a Girl)

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

MI-5|Spooks, any, Romance is a Bonus Book (2019)

Fill: Adam & Lucas

[thesmallhobbit.livejournal.com]

Lucas wandered into the bookshop. It was his regular lunchtime haunt. There were so many books that had been issued during the time he’d been in prison, and he found it hard to decide which ones he would buy first. It didn’t help that he only had his current flat for a very limited time and would soon need to be boxing up all the books he had already bought.

Finally, he reduced the potential new books to two, and then reluctantly he replaced one on the shelves, before buying the other. He then walked slowly back to the Grid, still not convinced he'd made the right decision.

Part way through the afternoon he noticed the other book had appeared on his desk. He looked over at Adam, who was sitting at the next desk.

"Thank you," Lucas said. “I’m not sure I’ve got the room for it, but I’m still very pleased to receive it. You’re very kind.”

“I was wondering whether you’d like to move in with me. There’s a spare bedroom you’d be very welcome to. And before you say anything about all your books, there’s also a box room, which isn’t big enough for much, but we could easily put up some shelves so you could keep some of your books there.”

Lucas smiled. “If you’re really sure, then I’d be delighted. When would you like me to move in?”

“Tomorrow’s Friday. How does that sound? Then we could have the weekend to get everything sorted.”

“That would be brilliant. Umm, there is one thing.”

“Yes, what?”

“The bookshop’s open late tonight. Would you mind if I bought a few more books?”

Adam laughed. “Not at all. I just want you to be happy.”

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Hawaii Five-0, Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams,

And I love you but I leave you
I don’t want you but I need you
You know it’s you who calls me back here (Zac Brown Band)

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

BBC Sherlock, Any, Innocent Love (Astro)

Fill 1/2: Sherlock/Stargate Atlantis, Mycroft Holmes + John Sheppard

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

John was walking back from Tesco, canvas bag over his shoulder containing the various elements for the evening meal (and a Freddo to snack on later). He’d found it was easier to buy as needed because otherwise things were sharing space with Sherlock’s disgusting experiments. They were in negotiations about getting a second fridge to safely store food, but John wasn’t convinced Sherlock wouldn’t appropriate that one too.

He nodded at the neighborhood folks he knew but didn’t stop to talk to anyone. He’d promised Mrs. Hudson he’d help her paint her sitting room in exchange for the cooking lessons she’s been giving him.

A sleek black car pulled up alongside John, the window rolling down to reveal a dour-faced man in a dark, pin-striped suit.

“Mr. Sheppard, a moment of your time?”

John stopped walking but didn’t approach the car. “Do I know you?”

“Mycroft Holmes.”

Holmes. Sherlock’s brother, maybe? He’d never mentioned having a sibling, but then neither had John. He kept his expression blank, waiting to hear what the guy wanted.

Mycroft’s expression darkened, though his mild tone never changed. “I wish to speak with you about my brother, Sherlock. Get in.”

That told John two things. One, that Mycroft was an entitled asshole who was used to getting his way. Two, that he probably had the money and social standing to back it up. John didn’t give a fuck either way.

“Pass,” he said, and started walking again. The car kept pace with him.

“Mr. Sheppard, I really must insist.”

“Call and make an appointment, like a normal person,” John replied without turning to look. When he heard Mycroft’s window slide up, he allowed himself a satisfied grin.

He had no idea what Sherlock’s brother might want to talk to him about – warning him off, maybe? – but John wasn’t going to make it easy for him. He’d never kowtowed to his own father, and he certainly wasn’t going to do it for some snobby stranger in the street.

By the time he’d finished painting the sitting room, with Mrs. Hudson’s supervision more than her assistance, John had put Mycroft out of his mind.

*o*o*o*

Two days later, John was sitting at the kitchen table looking over the file for Sherlock’s new case when he heard footsteps on the stairs.

“You weren’t gone long,” he said without looking up.

Sherlock had gone back to the crime scene, dissatisfied that he’d seen everything there he needed to.

“Mr. Sheppard.”

John fought the urge to fist his hands in frustration. “Mr. Holmes. You don’t follow directions very well.”

Mycroft pulled out the chair opposite of John and made a show of dusting off the seat before lowering himself into it. “I don’t make appointments. I take them.”

“I don’t make monkeys,” John shot back with equal gravitas. “I train them.”

That earned him a raised eyebrow. “Mr. Sheppard. It has come to my attention that my brother crossed the pond to attend a family function with you. Since you seem to have some sort of influence over Sherlock, I thought it best we get to know each other.”

“It wasn’t a family function. It was a funeral. And I didn’t ask him to come.”

“Fascinating.”

John didn’t care for the way Mycroft was looking down his nose, as if he were some sort of distasteful biological anomaly. Although now that he had a better idea of what the man wanted, John was more than happy to give it to him.

“I assure you my intentions are innocent.” How could they not be? Sherlock was more than capable of tossing John out on his ear if he felt so inclined, regardless of whether or not they were sleeping together.

“Only young children and dogs love without guile,” Mycroft said dryly. “Everyone else has an agenda – improved social standing, financial stability, creating offspring.”

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Astro, Moon Bin/Park Minhyuk, dating app match

Filled on AO3

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/39962787

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Any Book Fandom, Any/Any, Moonstruck

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Robin Hood (BBC), Guy of Gisborne/Much, tokens of affection

Fill:

[thesmallhobbit.livejournal.com]

Much looked down at the small clasp which held his cloak together. It was nothing special to look at. No-one would even bother stealing it from him, and yet to him it meant the world. When they had left Nottingham and headed west, Guy had given it to him, saying that whatever happened he wanted Much to have something of his. He’d even pinned it on for him. Now, when the going got hard, Much would run his fingers over the clasp and think that it was all worth it so long as they were together.

But it had left Much with a problem. He’d wanted to give Guy something in return, but he owned nothing but the clothes he stood up in and a few small bits and pieces which he carried in his knapsack. Certainly nothing he could give Guy. And then he’d been inspired. He’d found a few thin strands of leather and had slowly and painstakingly plaited them together so they now made a wristband.

Much waited until they paused for a few minutes, looking down the hill into a small town where they hoped to spend the next few days. Softly, Much touched Guy’s arm and then he said, “This is for you. Take it, so that if something happens you too will have something from me.”

Guy took the wristband and slipped it on. He raised his arm so he could kiss the band, then turned to Much and said, “Thank you. You couldn’t have given me anything better.”

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Any, any/any, 10 Blind Dates, by Ashley Elston

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Dawn Summers, 50 First Dates

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Any, any, Love Story (Taylor Swift)

FILL: Shameless, Ian/Mickey

[cozy-coffee.livejournal.com]

If you told Mickey Milkovich—the badass, shit talking, bitch slapping, south side thug—that the day would come when he walked hand in hand at a summer festival with his husband, he would have told you to lay off the chalk dust, it's rotting your brain.

After all the hell they have been though with Mickey’s raciest, homophobic father, and Ian’s insane and dysfunctional family, Mickey’s own struggles with being gay and Ian’s bipolar illness, a love story happily ever after seemed like a dream never to come true.

Mickey never thought he could a day of pure bliss with the man he loved.

And yet here he was, with Ian, on a warm summer day, smiling so brightly his cheeks hurt as a happy bounce in his step and a delightful giggle on his soft lips brought pure joy to his heart.

While they stroll through the festive carnival with the sounds of laughter all around them, Mickey feasts on the cotton candy, taking big bites of the pink fluffy sweetness.

When Ian steps up to try his hand at a game, Mickey stands behind him cheering him on, his lips dotted with sprinkled pink sugar. Ian bullseye the target and knocks down all the bottles. Mickey whoops excitedly as the game attendant hands Ian his prize, and okay, he may have swooned a little when his sweetheart husband chose the cute little teddy bear wearing a T-shirt that says ‘I wuv hugs!’

A smile lights up Mickey’s face when Ian animates the bear, making it dance a silly-cute, goofy wiggle-walk, and Mickey giggles, his husband can be such a cute dork.

“For you, baby,” Ian hands him the bear, he won it just for Mickey.

Mick snuggles it, one hand around the fluffy companion while the other holds his stick of cotton candy. Ian sneaks a string of the cotton candy and nibbles it, then, with surgery lips, pulls Mickey into a sweet kiss.

Mickey smiles as he wraps his arms around Ian’s waist and hugs him lovingly as the sounds of the carnival dance around them.

They may not be newlyweds, they've been married for many delightful years, but they are both still head over heels in love with their first love.

(The End)

[cozy-coffee.livejournal.com]

9-1-1, Buck/Eddie, “I want someone who will look at me the same way I look at chocolate cake.” – Unknown

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Stargate Atlantis, Any/Any, "I Wish You All The Best" (Mason Deaver)


OMG please don't break my heart with this prompt!

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Letterkenny, Any/Any, "Icebreaker" (A. L. Graziadei)

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Merlin (BBC), Merlin/Arthur Pendragon, "Something Fabulous" (Alexis Hall)

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The Losers, Carlos "Cougar" Alvarez/Jake Jensen, "I'm So (Not) Over You" (Kosoko Jackson)

Fill 1/2: Mistborn Era 2 AU

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

It had been six months since Jensen had given up life in the Roughs, since he’d returned to Elendel to take his place as the head of the Jensen family - and care for his orphaned niece, Beth.

They’d been strangers when he first stepped into the manor he’d always hated, and they were still strangers, Beth drifting through the halls like a ghost, perfectly made up like a porcelain doll, Sathwyl the Terris steward trailing after her and fretting.

Jensen knew he was no replacement for both of her parents, and he also had no idea what they’d told her about the uncle she’d never met, who’d gone haring out to the Roughs and abandoned his family to play adventurer.

But he hadn’t just been an adventurer. He’d helped bring fugitives to justice, along with his teammates on Clay’s crew of allomancers. The six of them had fought to make life better in the desert wastes away from the lush center of Elendel Basin, where life was made even harder by the petty squabbling and greed and politicking of noblemen back in Elendel.

The kind of noblemen who were Jensen’s peers now, Jensen the last son of House Jensen.

“Jacob,” his aunt said, and he turned.

She stood at the top of the stairs, gazing down at him disapprovingly.

Jensen looked down at himself. He’d pulled on his old Roughs duster and had been about to see if Beth wanted to take the horses for a ride - girls her age liked riding horses? Right? She had her own horse, Petunia - but then he’d become distracted when the butler, Devlan, had accosted him with a note.

From the governor.

Jensen had run to escape this politicking, to leave it to his more willing and ambitious - and able - relatives, and now here he was.

His aunt was unable to take up the title of Head of House Jensen because of a stupid stipulation in Jensen’s uncle’s will. Jensen had immediately changed his own will so Beth could inherit, but she wasn’t yet ten, and someone had to watch her till she came of age, and that someone was Jensen.

It wasn’t just Beth and Aunt Reena who depended on him, though. It was the thousands of employees in House Jensen’s factories and foundries and mills.

“Aunt?” Jensen asked.

“Guests for tonight’s ball will be arriving soon.” Aunt Reena’s mouth was pinched in disapproval. “You should dress appropriately.”

“Yes, Aunt.” Jensen shrugged off the duster, and Devlan immediately pounced on it.

An hour later, Jensen was bathed and dressed in a fine suit, and Beth and Aunt Reena were both in their finest ball gowns, and the hordes were about to descend.

“Don’t embarrass us, Jacob,” Aunt Reena said.

No one else called him that. When forced to disclose his first name, he’d always called himself Jake. But to the people who knew him most, who’d had his back in the heat of battle, he’d been just Jensen.

What Aunt Reena meant by don’t embarrass us was don’t offend the eligible young ladies I introduce you to. For six months, Jensen had been supposedly looking for a wife.

He didn’t want a wife.

What he wanted was far away.

Devlan announced the first guests, Lord and Lady Cett, and Jensen went to greet them.

Beth only had to stay to greet the first dozen or so guests before Sathwyl trotted her off for her bedtime, and then it was just Jensen - and Aunt Reena.

Jensen recognized his potential future bride as soon as she stepped through the front door, not because he actually knew her but because Aunt Reena’s grip on his arm tightened pointedly.

But Jensen didn’t care about that girl, because striding behind her, wearing a Roughs duster and a Roughs hat tipped low - and probably with a rifle strapped to his thigh beneath the duster - was Cougar.

He was acting as a hired bodyguard for Jensen’s possible future wife?

Cougar noticed when Jensen noticed him, his chin dipping ever so slightly, the brim of his hat hiding his eyes, but of course he didn’t say anything.

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Leverage, Eliot +or/ any, "Hold Me" (Courtney Milan)

[cornerofmadness.livejournal.com]

Prodigal Son, Gil Arroyo/Jessica Whitly, If you're lost, you can look and you will find me
Time after time
If you fall, I will catch you, I'll be waiting (time after time, Cyndi Lauper)

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Prodigal Son, Malcolm Bright/Dani Powell But I see your true colors
Shining through
I see your true colors
And that's why I love you (True Colors, Cyndi Lauper)

[cornerofmadness.livejournal.com]

The Owl House, Luz Noceda/Amity Blight Catch Me When I Fall (by Vicki Leigh)

[cornerofmadness.livejournal.com]

Star Trek The Next Generation, Jean-Luc Picard/Beverly Crusher Clockwork Heart (by Dru Pagliassotti)

[templefugate.livejournal.com]

MCU, Sam Wilson/Bucky Barnes, I Love You, Stupid! (Harry Mazer)

[templefugate.livejournal.com]

Any, any, Getting Experienced (Linda A. Cooney)

Fill: Stargate Atlantis, Evan Lorne/David Parrish + Miko Kusanagi

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

David worried at his bottom lip as he ran the dough through pasta rollers, afraid he’d do something wrong, and the dough would tear. He didn’t want to have to start the process all over from the beginning.

“You are doing great,” Miko said encouragingly.

She was standing at the ready to show him the next step, or to jump in if he needed help. Cooking wasn’t David’s strong suit.

“Perfect. Now we dust it with flour and fold it a few times. Like this.”

Miko showed David how to carefully fold the dough, repeating the steps over and over – dust, fold, dust, fold – until the stack of dough was the right size to cut into noodles. They shook the noodles loose and folded them into little noodle nests.

“In the fridge, right?” David asked.

Miko nodded. “It will help with the texture and flavor until we are ready to boil them.”

The next step was prepping the vegetables. Roasting the tormack and the eggplant, slicing the mushrooms and the yellow-hued Pegasus equivalent of scallions. Miko was generously letting David use some of her homemade miso for the broth, and her secret recipe tare, which wouldn’t be put into the bowl until the ramen was ready to serve.

“Cooking is a science,” Miko explained while David was quickly boiling the noodles they’d made earlier. “You have to know how the elements will work together. The salt from the tare, the savory from the broth, the spices that bring layers of flavor and subtle heat. But it is also an art, painting with scents and flavors and the colors of the vegetables.”

“That’s very poetic,” David said admiringly.

“Sobo – my grandmother – used to tell me that. Not in those exact words. She made cooking sound almost like magic.”

It certainly seemed like magic when David set a bowl of the ramen in front of Evan, a special date night surprise, and Evan beamed at him.

“This looks amazing!”

David blushed and sat at the table with his own bowl. “Miko should get most of the credit.”

“How about if I dole it out equally?” Evan teased.

He ate his first spoonful, and David held his breath. He knew it tasted good, but Evan had a more refined palette, being a first class cook himself, and David wanted him to like it.

“Wow,” Evan said. “This is awesome!”

David let out a relieved breath. “I made the noodles.”

“I can taste it.”

He tucked into his own bowl, pleased. David felt that every day with Evan he was getting experienced in what it was like to be in a healthy, fulfilling relationship. Sometimes it was enough just to rub Evan’s shoulders after a hard day and making sure he got a good night’s sleep. Or have Evan give him a sketch of something pretty he’d seen while offworld. Not everything had to be a big gesture.

David’s favorite moments so far had been the small, quiet ones. Getting and giving comfort. Listening and knowing he was being heard in return. Feeling like he could be his own awkward self.

“How about we take a walk out on the pier after?” Evan suggested. “Do a little stargazing.”

He winked, letting David know stargazing was a euphemism for making out.

“Sounds good to me,” David replied with a grin.

Getting physical with Evan was definitely something he wanted to experience more. For a long, long time.