Dydd Mercher: Book Titles

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Good morning and happy Wednesday! I'm evil_little_dog and today's theme is Book Titles. All prompts should be the title to a book.

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...
+ MCU, Tony Stark+Steve Rogers, Pride and Prejudice and Zombies
+ Frasier, Eddie+Any, A Little Dog Like You
+ Fairy Tale or Original, M+/F, The Earl and the Fairy
+ The X-Files, Fox Mulder+The Lone Gunmen, Mysteries of the Unexplained

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MCU, Tony Stark+Steve Rogers, Pride and Prejudice and Zombies

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Frasier, Eddie+Any, A Little Dog Like You

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Fairy Tale or Original, M+/F, The Earl and the Fairy

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The X-Files, Fox Mulder+The Lone Gunmen, Mysteries of the Unexplained

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Fullmetal Alchemist, Roy Mustang/Riza Hawkeye or /Maes Hughes, How to Be a Great Lover

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The Voice RPF, Blake Shelton/Adam Levine, Them That Glitter And Them That Don't

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Any, any M/F, Regrets Only

Fill: SGA/Dollhouse, John Sheppard/Teer

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

They both knew it was coming before it happened. She'd known it was coming for years, and John wasn't sure he could live up to a lifetime of anticipation, but he leaned in and kissed her anyway. He wasn't kidding about that abandonment complex. His friends had left him alone for months on end, the people of the cloister kept leaving him alone to face the invisible beast alone, and he was cut off from Atlantis. That was the worst. Being away from her for short bursts while he was on missions was one thing, but he missed her. Whenever he closed his eyes to meditate, he reached for her, and she was gone.

But when he kissed Teer, she was there, present, in his arms. She reached for the hem of his shirt, and he let her, and that was when the panic kicked in.

The last time he'd been with a woman was Chaya, and it had gone so wrong so fast --

No. The imprints were silent. And Teer was clairvoyant, not psychic. She'd never have to know about them.

Just how much had she seen in her visions, anyway? Her hands were unerring as she divested him first of his boots, then his trousers. She urged him up onto the bed, and then she began to undress herself, and –

Panic slammed through John. He hadn't done this - since Nancy. Years ago.

Revulsion bubbled in his throat, and he scrambled away from Teer. She must have misread him, because she crawled up the bed after him.

John closed his eyes and tried to breathe. The last time he'd done this for himself, voluntarily, not just because he'd been brainwashed into marrying a woman paid to babysit him, was back in college. At a party. He'd been drunk. The girl had been drunk.

Teer slithered up his body and straddled his thighs, pulled him in for a kiss, and then she stopped.

"John? Are you all right?"

Dammit. That kiss had gone so well. Kisses always went well. It was what came after that was always a disaster. Was he doomed to a lifetime of only regret, and never reciprocation? John shook his head. "Teer, I'm sorry. I - I can't do this."

She blinked at him. "You don't know how?" She started to draw back. "Surely a man of your age --" And then she glanced downward. "Or you mean you are actually unable --"

John was too panicky to attempt to defend his virility.

She sighed and sat back, drew her robe closed. "I always assumed I never saw much past the kiss so that the act itself would be an experience without expectation. I never thought --"

John dragged his knees up to his chest, scrubbed a hand over his face. "Never thought I'd say this, but it's not you, it's me."

Teer stroked his hair gently. "Perhaps you needed to be here as much as we need you here. Come, sit with me. I will teach you how to release your burdens."

John remembered Atlantis's offer to delete the other imprints and wondered if he should have taken her up on it (but he couldn't, because he was an imprint too, and --)

"I'm no good at meditating," he said.

Teer tugged on his hand. "Sit up. Try."

John sat up obediently. "I'm sorry," he said quietly.

The serenity and understanding in Teer's smile made him want to screen. "Do not apologize. We owed each other nothing. Now close your eyes, and breathe."

John considered, for a fleeting moment, letting one of the imprints take over. Most of them had been programmed as skillful, responsive lovers. He could do that for her.

But he was pretty sure he'd hate himself when it was done.

So he closed his eyes and breathed (and wished he hadn't been so panicky, years later, when he was trying to teach Rodney to meditate).

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Any, any, Are We In Love?

Filled. So Weird, Molly Phillips/Carey Bell

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Happy

“Are we in love?” He had waited until the table was cleared save for the two of them; keeping his voice low to be safe.

“Excuse me?”

“I asked if we’re in love. It seems to me the signs are there.” She just stares at him, trying to get into his head. Was this a joke? His expression said no, no it wasn’t. She sighs.

“Look Carey, I know we are close but no we not in love.”

“Are you sure? We trust each other, confide in each other, enjoy each other’s company, support each other, and….’ Carey leans across the table making a point to look right into her eyes. I’ve seen the way you have looked at me.” She finds it suddenly hurt to swallow. She has to force herself to look away. Carey smirks.

“I don’t know what to tell you.” She mumbles.

“Tell me the truth. Let go for once. Be happy Molly.”

“Be happy? Be happy?! Have you seen my fucking life?! I can’t have happy. But you think with you it’ll happen?!” With her outburst they were no longer alone. Her son and his mom staring at them desperately trying to read the scene and failing. Molly stands from her chair and walks out.

“Molly wait!” Carey calls out as he rushes after her.

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Any supernatural-based fandom, any, Remember Me

Dresden Files (books) Filled.

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Bob has had more owners then Harry has had years on this earth and very few of them have made much of an impression on the spirit. oh there have been one or two who had some truly creative ideas that Bob longed to implement just to see the resulting chaos but for the most part they blurred together into a mass of boring human greed and ambition.

Harry has been different from the first moment he had been introduced to Bob. It may simply have been that Bob had never had a master so young or it could be that Harry actually respected him but Bob suspected that he had developed something of an emotional attachment to the boy simply because the boy was so very different from his previous masters.

Bob watches Harry, now old and sickly, and frets about what he will soon lose. He knows life extending potions, youth returning spells, even how to make charms that grant limited immortality but every time he had tried to bring it up Harry had turned him away with a resolute "No, Bob."

The last time he had been sent to his skull before the first sentence had fully passed his lips. Bob knew his eye sockets had glowed sullenly for the day but he was in no mood to discuss with Harry why he was so desperate not to lose the one wizard who saw him as something more then a verbal library, who indulged him in literary smut and let him play havoc when he desired to truly "stretch his legs", so to speak.

Harry had rarely treated him as a servant but always as a friend and it's only as he watches Harry slowly slide into living decay that Bob has come to realize how much that has meant to him. He cannot help his anxious offers, cannot help wanting just a little longer with the infuriatingly decent human named Harry Dresden.

"When I'm gone, will you still remember me?" Harry had asked him once, when Harry was so very young and Bob had not yet realized how precious Harry is.

"I never forget anything." Bob had answered, smug and condescending.

He wants Harry to ask him again. He wants to tell Harry that it was impossible for him to ever forget Harry.

"Remember me." Harry murmurs in his sleep and Bob knows that this is it.

He watches Harry's breath slow, then stop altogether. Bob pulls himself from his skull and settles against Harry's chest, the closest a sentient ball of light can come to a hug, and does his own equivalent of crying.

He's back in his skull by the time the council comes to collect the effects of the Great Wizard. Silently, in the safety of his own mind, Bob swears that no matter who he goes to next he'll never forget his one friend.

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Any high-school based fandom, any, Sooner Or Later

Fill: High School Musical - Ryan Evans + Chad Danforth (pre-slash) - Workin' It

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As crushes went, Ryan thought, it could have been worse. Chad might be an annoying jock who thought t-shirts were the height of fashion, but he was also a genuinely good person who was loyal to a fault. He also had a great smile and abs to die for. Plus, this was pure speculation on Ryan's part, but he thought that Chad might have a little bit of a crush on Ryan too. That was a good thing because Ryan knew what he wanted and being an Evan he did not shy away from doing the work to get it either.

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Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D., Alphonso MacKenzie/Leo Fitz, All the Time in the World

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MCU, Sam Wilson/Bucky Barnes, The Elegance of the Hedgehog

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MCU, Darcy Lewis & Sif (or Darcy Lewis/Sif), The Quiet Place

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Attack on Titan, any, Brave New World

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Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay, Every Breath

Filled! McShep, "A Quiet Moment", PG

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He couldn't believe that he was finally here.

Laying next to John in the small bed, their bodies twined together, Rodney thought about the long journey that it had taken to get to John's side. He and John seemed to dance around each other like two planets in strange orbits, each reaching out in their own way, until they finally synced. And once they did - sharing that moment on the pier together, where John's hand had slowly inched to Rodney's - life finally felt right.

Sleep the farthest thing from his mind, Rodney propped his head on his free arm, perched on his pillow, and watched every breath that John took, the light sheen of sweat - evidence of their earlier frantic coupling that left them both breathless and spent - mixing with the dark hair that covered John's chest. The gentle rising of John's bare chest was mesmeric.

John stirs, stretching languidly before turning to Rodney. His eyes flutter open, emerald eyes locking on to Rodney's own, and a gentle hint of a smile starting on John's face. He reaches over, fingers caressing over Rodney's cheek before his hand snakes behind Rodney, landing on the back of his neck and squeezing lightly. "Let's get some sleep, Rodney," John manages sleepily, pulling Rodney to him. And Rodney lets himself be pulled down, head resting in the crook of John's neck.

He couldn't believe that he was finally here. But now that he was, he vowed to never leave.

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Any, Any, I Will Make You Disappear

Fill: Stargate Atlantis/Dollhouse; Foxtrot and Victor

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"For the last time," John hissed under his breath. "If you don't stop pestering me, I will make you disappear. Atlantis can do that. She likes me. All I have to do is ask."

It was an idle threat, and all the imprints knew it, but Traci the transgender dancer was persistent.

Dancing alone sucks, she whined.

She was worse than Rodney sometimes.

And you let Joe have fun.

John started to ask what she knew about Joe's fun with Lorne, but she dodged the question, pointing out that Joe got to scribble in his stupid journal whenever he wanted.

Will you just ask? Traci begged.

John knew he was getting strange looks from the way he was stomping through the corridors and muttering to himself. "Fine. I'll ask."

So he asked, and that was how he and Ceccoli ended up on a city exploration mission, just the two of them, to a distant and secluded pier that had been underwater for a good long time. As soon as John found a space big enough, he asked Atlantis to close the doors and lock them, to cut off access to the security feed (like she'd done for Joe in Lorne's quarters that one night and he was still a little touchy about that), and to make the room soundproof.

Ceccoli looked amused, but he understood the need for security. "We're really doing this?"

John set up the boom box and iPod he'd borrowed from Dr. Porter. "If it gets me peace of mind."

"Fine." Ceccoli stripped off all his tac gear and set it aside but within easy reach, and John did the same. "Should we stretch out or something?"

"We should turn the music on and get it over with," John said. He fired up the iPod, and Lady Gaga flooded the speakers. Before he could complain, Traci took over, and she loved dancing.

The amusement on Ceccoli's face was borderline insubordination, but then his eyes went blank, and when they lit a second later, he started dancing. "Hi! I'm Kiki!"

"I'm Traci! Are you transgender too?"

"Inasmuch as I'm in Victor's body, I guess so, but I was originally designed for Echo. There was a whole crazy deal with a serial killer, and Echo and Victor got switched, so here I am." Kiki grinned and did a little twirl.

"I didn't think imprints could be swapped remotely, but I hear some Ancient communication device thingies can do that across galaxies," Traci said.

Kiki rolled her eyes. "Ugh, let's not talk about work. I love this song!"

Traci beamed at her. "Me too!"

Two hours later, John and Ceccoli reported back to the scientists, exhausted but without anything significant to report. They were unable to meet each other's eyes as they parted ways, and Rodney was suspicious of that Ceccoli kid. He was always asking for spare parts, fancied himself some kind of electrical engineer.

John dismissed Rodney's grumblings and ignored Traci's triumphant declaration that Rodney looked jealous of Ceccoli, and he went back to work.

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Any, Any, Silhouette in Scarlet

Fill: OC. Silhouette in Scarlet

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Scarlet is stood by the window, watching. The thin watery light of the moon barely penetrates the little gap in the curtains. But it's enough for her to see by. Enough for her to make out the contours of his face as he lies sleeping peacefully in their bed. On his back. Oblivious to the whole world.

When he is asleep like this he looks so young. And innocent. He reminds her of the boy she once knew, or thought she knew. The boy she'd fallen head over heels in love with. The one who swore impossible vows and kissed her feet. That boy had been her whole world. He still was. Kinda. Only her world had gotten a whole lot smaller over the years. At first in tiny increments. And then bigger and bigger pieces. Whole chunks bitten off or sliced away. Until all that was left was a tiny island, isolated and alone. Population of two.

She can almost identify when it began. With the odd comment, a sly remark. 'That top doesn't suit you' and 'Pasta isn't my thing'. It was easier to wear the skirts he liked, cook the meals he preferred. Why not? It's no biggie, I didn't really want to see the other film anyway.

He stirs and she starts, holding her breath until he settles back in. Just getting himself comfortable. Still sleeping. Breathe out.

Scarlet turns and slips behind the curtain to stand before her dim reflection in the window pane. It's really nothing more than a shadow version of herself. Just a silhouette against the darkness. Insubstantial and weak. She wishes she wasn't weak but her confidence was the first to go. He made sure of that. Quickly followed by her friends. Then family. Opinions. Self worth. Not worth fighting over became no fight left.

She knows she needs to let go of that boy. He never really existed, not really. He's a fantasy boy that she brings out and uses to shield her from the unpalatable truths.

Scarlet needs to stop being the girl in the window and become real again. But it's so hard. Silently, the silhouette begins to cry.

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DCU, Poison Ivy, Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil

Fill - Midnight in the Garden 1/2

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I haven't written DCU in ages. Um, do you have an objection to a pre-reboot setting? This is set during No Man's Land. Ivy and Rose, in Robinson Park.

Midnight in the Garden

The park was dark and silent, an oasis of stillness in the chaos of the city around them. Even in the middle of the night, sporadic gunfire and the occasional explosion could be heard echoing out over the ruins of Gotham, skirmishes in the now-endless wars for territory. If Robinson Park was a new Eden, made in its goddess' image, then the rest of No Man's Land was a new Hell, come to lay it siege.

In vain, of course. Only ever in vain. Eden had fallen to Hell's manipulations once before. It would not do so again. This, Ivy had promised herself.

She heard a sound behind her, a hesitant rustling in the midnight silence, and turned slightly to watch Rose approach. The child crept into her shadow, hiding behind her from the noise and the violence of the outside world. She didn't look away from it, though. She let Ivy shield her, but she didn't hide her face from what was out there. It stirred something in Ivy, some long-forgotten human feeling, and she reached out to rest her hand carefully on the child's head.

"It's not so loud tonight," Rose whispered, quiet and brave as she leaned into Ivy's touch. "Do you think it's going to stop?"

Ivy blinked. She looked back out, towards the sounds of the warring city hidden by the trees. It was quieter, she supposed. There were lulls like that, here or there. Nights with more peace than others. It looked like this was one of them.

That wasn't what Rose meant, though. That wasn't quite what she was asking.

"It doesn't ever stop," Ivy told her. Baldly, but as gently as she knew how. They deserved gentleness. Rose. The others sleeping behind her. Ivy's children. "Violence, evil, they are the preserve of man, my dear. Humans are animals. It's all they know."

Rose stared at her, silent for a moment. There was an expression on her face, confusion, hurt and fear and the edges of something that she was too young to really grasp. She had seen a lot, this poor child sheltered in Ivy's shadow. Some things were not for children to understand, though.

And yet. After that moment, that silence, Rose reached out to her. She slipped small arms around Ivy's waist, slowly and warily, and hugged her tight.

"I don't think that's true," she whispered, into Ivy's stomach. "Not everyone's evil. You're not. And ... and I'm not. I don't think I'm evil. I'm human too, and I don't think I'm evil."

That ... It hurt. It hurt something inside Ivy, hurt her more than she understood, for reasons she couldn't understand. She couldn't ... Oh, but she couldn't. So many years of bitterness, of knowing exactly what mankind was, but from Rose ...

"... No," she said softly, the words falling strangely from numb, poisonous lips. She shook her head, and put her arms slowly and so very, very carefully around Rose's shoulders, a hesitant hug in return. "No, you're not evil, Rose. I know you're not. And maybe you're right. Maybe not everyone is. Maybe there are good people out there. But I ..."

She didn't know how she'd intended to finish that. I'm not one of them. Not human. Not good. Not anymore. The words wouldn't come. Rose's arms were tight around her waist, and she couldn't make herself say them. As true as they were, she couldn't say them.

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any, any, The Last Unicorn

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any, any, You're Never Weird on the Internet (Almost)

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any, any, The Resurrectionis​t: The Lost Work of Dr. Spencer Black

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any, any, Pale Blue Dot: A Vision of the Human Future in Space

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Marvel (any verse), any, What If?: Serious Scientific Answers to Absurd Hypothetical Questions

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Forever, Henry & Abe Morgan, Sense and Sensibility

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Battle Creek, Russ Agnew/Milt Chamberlain, How to Succeed in Business Without Really Trying