A Bookish Tuesday

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Good morrow, my doves, it is I, classics_lover your lord and master guest host this week. Tuesday's theme is Book titles, which is rather self-explanatory, meaning that all prompts must come from the title of 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...

+ Rivers of London, any/any, The Magic Art of Not Giving A ...

+ Author's Choice, author's choice, An Art Lover's Guide To Florence

+ Greek Myth, Hades/Persephone, Pomegranate Soup

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[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Rivers of London, any/any, The Magic Art of Not Giving A Fuck

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Author's Choice, author's choice, An Art Lover's Guide To Florence

Filled!

[squidgiepdx]

Filled with Stargate Atlantis, Parrish/Lorne, "An Italian Honeymoon". Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/8829547

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Greek Myth, Hades/Persephone, Pomegranate Soup

Filled

[truthwritaslies.livejournal.com]

It's tradition by now, though the old restrictions are held null by the order of Zeus, that he prepares her a dish before she leaves containing the fruit that allowed them to be together when her mother fought so hard to keep them apart.

This year it's soup. Persephone tastes it, grimaces and then smiles weakly.

"It's alright." She tells him.

Hades knows better. He's never been all that good at cooking. He stands and goes back to the kitchen, bringing out a pomegranate tart.

Hades smiles as Persephone's eyes light up.

He's never been good at cooking. Baking on the other hand...

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Tortall, author's choice, Calling on Dragons

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Any fandom with time travel, Any, Renaissance Florence on Five Florins A Day

[ladymercury-10.livejournal.com]

DDC, Poison Ivy, East of Eden

[ladymercury-10.livejournal.com]

DCU, Wonder Woman, The Princess Diaries

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Any, any, Getting In Touch With Your Inner Bitch

Fill: Dollhouse/SGA, Traci, Evan, TW: mild transphobia

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

(Also some OCs)

Pink Shoes (http://ficsco-and-nagi.livejournal.com/30360.html"). Evan is stuck shopping with Traci because Rodney is a coward and Joe is out of town. He is prepared to throw down against a ballerina in a dance supply store over a pair of pink shoes. Traci has a better solution.

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Any, Any, The Sum of My Parts

Not a fill yet

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

You know I will Foxtrot all over this sometime today.

[tigriswolf]

Harry Potter, canon!Harry Potter + AU!Harry Potter, Shattered Mirror

Fill: hey this is pretty good for five hrs of sleep:3

[rhymesofblue.livejournal.com]

They're both standing, two raven haired boys with thick glasses and quick beating hearts. Each with a hand on the mirror.
One hand bonier than the other, with skin stretched across it so thin and frail it looks as though it could tear at any moment.

"What's your name?" Inquires the boy in the mirror.

He's dressed in gold lined robes that fit him well, and a scarf that looks to keep him warm and makes the other raven haired boy shiver, suddenly aware of how cold his cupboard is. The other boy seems to have hashis hair styled and cut. He looks healthy, like he sleeps well and eats better and he wants to ask a million questions. Wants to ask why he sees himself in the mirror, why he's wearing such silly old clothes, how is he talking right now? Is this another dream?

Instead he says, "Harry Potter." And his reflection shakes his head.

The Harry wearing robes says, "Where are you?" And "How old are you?"

Neither of them remove their hands from the mirror but his reflection seems to notice when his begins to shake.

He allows his head to follow right along with it.

"Sixteen, and the Dursley's of course. Where else would I be?"

Footsteps and shouts begin in the hallway and both boy's eyes go frantic.

The Harry wearing robes begins to say something, desperate and quick, but then the cupboard door is opening and the mirror is falling. Pieces of glass scatter across the floor and Aunt Petunia releases an earsplitting shriek followed by a slammed door and a sneer of no dinner.

Harry doesn't move; listens to the door shut and feels the shards digging into his feet.

He doesn't move, only stares at the ground below him and the possibilities scattered across it.

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay, The High-Conflict Couple

Fill 1/2: math nerd!John AU

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

"Zelenka for Lorne."

Evan was jolted out of his nap. It was his Sunday. He was supposed to be sleeping. Rodney and John were also on their Sunday. They didn't need him for dates anymore. It must have been an emergency.

He scooped up his earpiece. "Go for Lorne."

"We need you in the lab immediately."

Evan was thankfully still fully dressed, so he yanked on his shoes and tore out of his quarters and for the nearest transport. He was at the lab in under a minute.

And what he saw was...chaos. The scientists had formed a ring, hovering nervously on the edges of the lab as far as they could get from the hurricane in the middle of the room. The hurricane that was Rodney screaming at the top of his lungs, hands flying faster than Evan had ever seen them – hey, he was getting pretty good at this signing thing – and John, also signing at lightning speed. They were talking over each other and interspersing their signs with rude gestures that required no translation. Occasionally they pointed at one of the white boards, which was full of mathematical formulae that had been crossed out and corrected – or solved? – and there was a bunch of profanity written around some of the crossings-out too.

"I – do you need me to translate?" Evan asked helplessly.

Zelenka, who was cowering behind Kusanagi (pointless, she was a head shorter than him), piped up with, "We need you to stop them."

Evan started toward them, stomped hard on the ground.

They flipped him off in unison without even looking away from each other and kept right on fighting. Best as Evan could tell, their dispute was about one of John's calculations in relation to some of the math Rodney had been developing while he was trying to Ascend. Rodney insisted, as the almost-Ascended being, he knew the math best, but John was insisting that now that Rodney was back to normal John was the one who grasped the math best. Rodney thought, using his own calculations, he'd come up with a way to recharge a ZPM. John was convinced his plan would blow up Atlantis. Both refused to admit the other was right or that they were wrong.

"I'm an interpreter, not a marriage counselor," Evan protested to Zelenka in a low voice.

"You need to do something," Zelenka insisted.

Evan sighed. He knew Atlantis was a strange place, that it bent the rules of what was normal, and the truth of it was, John and Rodney were both his friends, whether he wanted to admit it or not. So he marched over to Rodney's desk, dug around in one of the drawers, and came up with the little Crown Royal bag Rodney got refilled every year. Evan snatched one of the arcade tokens out of it – the silver coin had a clown face on it, which made Evan shudder – and stomped over to John. John flipped him off again.

Evan held out the coin.

John paused, stared at it.

Evan said, "Take it."

John blinked, looked around him, and saw the other scientists cowering on the edges of the room.

Rodney was still blustering on, hands flying, red-faced, hair mussed. He looked every inch the mad scientist. John plucked the coin off of Evan's palm, took two steps forward, cupped Rodney's face in his hands, and kissed him.

Rodney made a muffled sound of protest, but then he closed his eyes, leaned into the kiss. All the tension drained out of his body.

All of the other scientists looked away pointedly. One of them was even whistling.

When John finally pulled back, he mouthed something to Rodney, who nodded and also stepped back, tugged at his collar.

"Right," Rodney said, signing for John's benefit. It was almost second nature to him now. Evan was pleased. "Let's take a ten minute break –"

John raised his eyebrows.

"Thirty minute break," Rodney said, "and we'll resume discussion in a more calm, peaceful manner." Then he grabbed John by the wrist and dragged him to the nearest transporter.

As soon as they were gone, everyone in the room breathed a collective sigh of relief.

[ladymercury-10.livejournal.com]

Doctor Who, any, How to Live Safely in a Science Fictional Universe

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Any, Any, The Walker in Shadows

Filled

[truthwritaslies.livejournal.com]

If Harry Dresden knew of his reputation among the thing that go bump in the night he would have been startled. Yeah he'd killed a few big and nastys in his time but most of that was sheer dumb luck and friends who refused to be left behind. Still they had more than one name for him: all of them dark and vaguely threatening to hear.

After the whole debacle with the Red Court he gained a new name: The Walker in Shadows.

The first time Harry heard the name it was completely on accident, overheard at Mac's as a fae warned another Fae to "'ware the Walker in Shadows."

With his back to them he hadn't seen himself indicated and had started wondering if this was a new threat he'd have to deal with. Something like He Who Walks Behind or something.

After days of fruitless research, with scrying showing only his own face, spells showing absolutely jack all and dowsing making the stone move not a whit, Harry was at his wits end. Not even Bob had an inkling of an idea of what this Walker in Shadows was.

When Harry finally thought of asking the minor fae for help Toot-toot near laughed himself sick before he explained. And boy did Harry feel like a fool.

A few hours later a grin broke across Harry's face. This was definitely something he could work with.

[tigriswolf]

Teen Wolf (TV), Stiles Stilinski(/Derek Hale), Wolf-Speaker

Fill: Teen Wolf (TV), Stiles Stilinski(/Derek Hale), Wolf-Speaker (525 words)

[darkhavens.livejournal.com]

Stiles doesn't notice the half-scandalized, half-puzzled expression on everyone's face until they all get back to the house after the latest confrontation with the pixies in the preserve.

"What? I know I didn't screw up the incantation this time. The pixies went quietly and Isaac still has his hair, so why are you all looking at me like I have bunny ears?" He froze for a second and then started patting his head. "Wait, do I have bunny ears? Did those evil little bastards curse me again without me noticing?"

Finding no bunny ears, he drops his hands to his hips and looks around at everyone.

"Seriously, what?"

"Dude, you just spent the last hour talking to Derek about him letting you read some of his family's books. You even programmed reminders into your phone for the days you decided you'd be staying over."

Stiles waits for the punchline. When Isaac doesn't say anything more, Stiles flails both arms in his direction.

"Your point?"

Isaac stares at him.

"He's been in wolf form since we got to the clearing, Stiles. You made all these assumptions and plans by yourself. Derek's gonna be so pissed when he shifts back, you're not gonna be allowed within fifty feet of those books, just for acting like such an entitled bag of dicks."

Derek snorts and shoves his nose into Stiles's groin before prowling over to curl up on the rug sitting in the last patch of sunlight where it filters through the window.

Stiles stares back at Isaac, turning to include the rest of them.

"Oh, come on! You guys have seen me hold conversations with Derek's eyebrows how many times? And now, just because he's a wolf, suddenly it's wierd?"

Derek chuffs, and Stiles turns on him.

"And don't think I haven't noticed you not turning back to tell them you were a part of that conversation, you giant puppy."

He waves a hand in Derek's direction as he turns back to the rest of the pack. "Look at that adorable, fluffy face. Even fully wolfed out, it's still almost half eyebrow, and I've been interpreting those things for years. Trust me, White Fang kept up his side of that little chat just fine. Didn't any of you see him shout me down when I wanted to come over on Monday night? GoT night? He nearly bit my head off for suggesting it."

Stiles shakes his head. "Wow. You all need a lesson in listening to your Alpha." He whips out his phone and re-opens the calendar app. "When's good for you, Derek, Thursday? Yeah, no, you're right. Better make it Tuesday, before they forget why they're being punished. I'll push our thing back to Wednesday and- No, of course I haven't forgotten. But we can do that earlier, before the other thing, and- Okay, fine, whatever! We'll do it your way. It's not like anything could possibly go wrong... And don't you be looking at me like that, buddy. You know that last time wasn't my fault. You were the one who- Hey! That's delicate personal equipment, dude; be careful with those claws!"

[tigriswolf]

Greek myths, Persephone(/Hades), Queen of the Darkness

[tigriswolf]

historical, author's choice, Everything You Know About God Is Wrong

Fill: Murdoch Mysteries - Murdoch - Keeping The Faith

[lil-1337.livejournal.com]

Murdoch stood listening to the church bells ring out; the call to bring the papists of Toronto flooding to the doors for mass. There was a time when Murdoch would have watched, wistful and wishing he didn't have to be on duty. But, those days were gone, buried under his love for Julia Ogden and the knowledge that she had not only had sex outside of wedlock, but also had an abortion. It was sinful, and illegal, and yet he couldn't bring himself to condemn her the way he should. Nor could he believe that any just and loving God would reject her. It was unfathomable and yet that was what he had been taught since he was a small child experiencing mass for the first time. There was no way to reconcile the two and while he was in fear for his immortal soul his heart wanted Julia and he was beginning to think that an eternity in hell might just be worth it.

[tigriswolf]

author's choice, author's choice, Forgive Me, I Meant To Do It

Fill: X-Men (Days of Future Past), Charles/Erik, angst

[adamas.livejournal.com]

How many times over the years had Charles shouted Erik's name? In frustration, in big bold laughter, in anger, in passion. He'd lost count, an infinite amount of exclamations ago. He'd forgotten more of them than he could remember, he was sure. Even someone with his intelligence and capacity forgot the little things of the everyday sometimes.

And yet it had been months since he last had and he recalled the last perfectly. Seeing Erik, after Charles himself had freed him from prison and somehow - of course! - ensured this moment repeating itself, turning to flee from him, he yelled the name until his voice is hoarse. He screamed, watching Erik run, yet again.

Charles Xavier will learn and forget many, many things in his life - he is Professor X, keeper of Cerebro, after all - but he will never forget the look in Erik Lehnsherr's eyes, the second time he leaves him. It was one of heavy regret, and somehow triumph as well. As if he were sorry, to Charles (and no one else, never anyone else), but he'd meant to do it all the same.

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

That's not a book title!

[cozy-coffee.livejournal.com]

Any, author’s choice, Call Me by Your Name

Fill - Ani/Padme (Star Wars)

[adamas.livejournal.com]

"You know, for a leader of the Republic, you really get a bit domestic when I'm home from the front." Anakin gave her a shy smile. She was making tea and turned to him with a smirk.

"You're the only one in the galaxy who knows I'm Mrs. Anakin Skywalker, you can't blame me for loving it when you call me that."

"It does have a nice ring to it," he said, moving to her to take her in his arms. She never shied away from his mechanical hand, and for that he was silently grateful. "Well then, Mrs. Skywalker, what would you like to do today?" He give her a soft kiss and then reached around her to lift her tea cup off the counter and bring it up to his lips with a grin.

[cozy-coffee.livejournal.com]

Any, any M/M pair, Boy Meets Boy

fill: the general's dilema - Kylo Ren/General Hux - Star Wars -Light R

[hanorganaas.livejournal.com]

Love is weakness

That is what his father Brendol Hux Sr. often drilled into his head. Love, marriage, all that bantha fodder was only meant for political gain. He kept that mentality as he rose the ranks of the First Order. Never once did the young General Hux stray an eye at any of his fellow soldiers and supporters because for so long he didn't know what attraction meant.

And then....he met Kylo fucking Ren.

Snoke had introduced then at a private dinner. Hux had heard of him. He was the son of the most infamous couple in the resistance who turned to the Dark Side. And now as the Supreme Leader had told him, they were going to be "Partners".

What happened next made a simple introduction into something dangerous and forbidden.

Kylo shook Hux's hand, and the moment their fingers touched, The General felt the life force shooting out of his body and into the galaxy out the window. He was self aware of all sensations, the burning in his cheeks, the slightest sounds from the ship, and how fucking good Kylo's hand felt in his.

And Ren...he was reading him like a data on a screen. His dark eyes which were before intense, dark and piercing were now light and playful, making it hard for Hux to keep his face stern.

"Looks like we're going to have a great time working together General," Kylo quipped, his lips turning into a playful smirk.

"Yes," Hux said letting the other man's go reluctantly. Any minute more he would have been flustered. "We'll make a great team."

That night Hux found himself lying in bed looking up at the ceiling. His eyes were wide. His mouth as agape. He tried to sleep but all he could think about was Kylo. His hands running over his pale skin. The taste of his lips and the sound of his voice.

Hux had done the one thing his father taught him to fear....fall in love.

And he knew it would be a battle, but he would have to avoid it at all costs.

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Two months later after trying anything and everything to avoid giving into love had failed - picking fights, insulting Ren, everything that caused Ren's own parents to fall for each other; Hux had given in.

He found himself in the arms of the man that broke everything he believed in. Their lips crashing as Kylo thrust into him from behind. Hux smiled, enjoying the way his lover's hands moved and explored every inch of skin.

Fuck what his father had said.

Love may have been a weakness, but with all the destruction and war it was a welcomed distraction.

[dreammaidenn.livejournal.com]

Any, Any, Sense & Sensibility

[dreammaidenn.livejournal.com]

Merlin, Arthur Pendragon/Merlin, Everything Is Illuminated

Fill

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Arthur felt his way carefully along the stone corridor to Gaius's door – his many childhood nighttime escapades around the castle were finally paying off. He found the doorknob, felt along it, and pushed the door open.

And was promptly assaulted by blinding light.

It took Arthur's eyes a moment to adjust, because there had been no light in the kingdom for three nights.

People were panicking. Crops were dying. No fires could be lit. No torches would stay alight. Candles went out as soon as the sun went down. From sunset to sunrise, people were effectively blind.

It had to be dark magic.

So the fact that Gaius's quarters were ablaze with a dozen candles was impossible.

Arthur closed his eyes, lunged into the room, slammed the door behind him, and waited till the glow behind his eyelids wasn't so harsh.

"Merlin!"

Arthur didn't need to see to know that Merlin was wearing a very sheepish expression.

"Sire?"

"Are you mad? Anyone could have seen."

"Er, no. Just you, sire."

"When I opened the door, the entire corridor lit up."

"Just to you," Merlin said.

Arthur opened his eyes slowly, blinked a few times. "What do you mean?"

"There was no light spilling out from around the gaps around the door, was there?" Merlin was seated cross-legged on one of Gaius's work benches, a tome open on his lap, a pile of books and scrolls beside him.

Candles littered every available surface and, where no surface was available, simply hovered in the air.

"No, not until I opened the door, which anyone could have done," Arthur said.

"No, not anyone could have." Merlin dipped a finger into the bowl at his knee and sucked on it absently. It was very distracting.

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"I put a spell on the door, so whenever Gaius or I are doing magical research, the door doesn't open. It appears to anyone who has ill-intent toward us that the room is empty." Merlin dipped his finger into the bowl and sucked on it again. Then he turned the page with his sticky hands.

"What constitutes ill intent?" Arthur narrowed his eyes at Merlin, because Merlin had a frustrating tendency to be impossible to find when Arthur was mad at him.

Merlin glanced up at Arthur through his lashes, then looked away. "The spell is a bit fuzzy on that. But if anyone with you had been hostile to us or magic, the door would not have opened, and you both would have been left with the impression that Gaius and I were out on the town."

"Where is Gaius?" Arthur asked, so he had something to think about other than how lovely Merlin looked in candlelight.

"He was in town delivering remedies when the sun went down. I expect he found somewhere safe for the night," Merlin said. He dipped his finger into the bowl again.

"Merlin," Arthur said, hands on his hips, "didn't your mother teach you to use a spoon?"

Merlin paused, lips pursed around his fingertip, and he blushed. "Sorry. It's just – delicious. And I've been researching for hours."

"Researching how to stop this curse?" Arthur asked. He hoisted himself up onto the workbench beside Merlin and peered over his shoulder.

Merlin nodded. "Of course."

"You know," Arthur said, "you could try to be at least a little less blatantly disrespectful of the king's laws. Especially in front of his son and heir."

Merlin smirked at him. "Where's the fun in that? Don't you want the light back?"

"I had high hopes about things we could do in the dark," Arthur murmured, leaning in closer, "but I like the way you look in the light."

Merlin's expression softened into a smile, and he closed his eyes, let Arthur kiss him. Then he set the book aside and buried his hands in Arthur's hair, pulled him closer and deepened the kiss, and Arthur could taste the honey and spices Merlin had been snacking on all night.

Once they were finished making love, they could work on a way to restore the lights in Camelot.

[dreammaidenn.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Sam Winchester + Dean Winchester (+Castiel), On the Road

[dreammaidenn.livejournal.com]

Any, Any, Fangirl

[shanachie-quill.livejournal.com]

Avengers’ Assassin Baby

Natasha Romanov, Ariana Barton, and Pepper Potts entered the main lounge of the Tower, all of their arms loaded down with shopping bags, and chattering excitedly in Russian. Tony tapped his tablet against his palm as he looked at them. “Do I want to know what the three of you are bonding over?” he asked. “Because I can’t see it being a good thing.”

Pepper leaned over, careful not to overbalance, and pressed a kiss to Tony’s lips. “We were just discussing the concert Tasha and Ariana were going to see this weekend.”

“You’re going to a concert?” Tony questioned. “How did I not know about this? Who are you going to see?”

“It wasn’t your business,” Natasha answered. She dropped her bags, rifling through multiple ones, and finally pulling out a dark purple dress. She said something in Russian to Ariana who grinned.

“So what? You’re taking your teenager to her first concert?” Tony asked. “How sweet. Does Katniss know about this?”

Natasha raised an eyebrow, fixing Tony with a gimlet stare. “Clint is the one who bought the tickets. And it’s not Ariana’s first concert. Besides I’m sure she’s safer at the concert than you would be.”

“I’m pretty sure your red hair will stick out.”

Ariana grinned, tossing her own red curls over her shoulders. “Who said we were going as redheads, Unca Tony?”

Pepper handed over the boxes that contained their wigs. “I think you chose the perfect wigs.”

Natasha picked through the bags, choosing the ones that she and Ariana would need. “Thanks for the company, Pepper,” she said. “We’ll see you later.”

Pepper hugged both women. “Have a fabulous time tonight.”

The mother and daughter left the room, once again giggling and laughing as they spoke in Russian.

“The idea of Natasha Romanov attending a rock concert is seriously disturbing,” Tony commented.

Pepper smiled. “I think it’s adorable that she’s taking Ariana.” She scooped up the bags. “I think they’ll have a wonderful time.”

[dreammaidenn.livejournal.com]

Any, Any, Book of Imaginary Beings

Filled Harry Potter.

[truthwritaslies.livejournal.com]

Aside from running the Quibbler with her husband, Luna (to the absolute lack of surprise from her friends) also becomes a successful children's author.

Her most popular book, The Book Of Imaginary Beings, comes with a box of crayons.

In the book Luna describes an imaginary being, not their looks but what they do and what they like, and the children who own the book are encouraged to draw what the being looks like in the wide blank spaces that are the opposite page. When the drawings are complete they begin to move just like magical portraits (and hadn't that been a tricky bit of spell work.)

Luna tears up a little every time she sees what they draw for her and she encourages the children to always keep an eye out for the wonderful and the strange.