Subject: Miyerkules: Books

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Hello, everyone. I’m still nagi_schwarz and today's theme is books. Prompts can be titles of books, quotes from books, fusions or crossovers with your favorite book fandoms, or about your characters reading, writing, studying, enjoying, disliking, or otherwise being involved with books.

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…

+ Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard, what he reads after War and Peace

+ Gilmore Girls, Rory Gilmore +/ Dean Forester, he’s read a classical book she hasn’t

+ Supernatural/Criminal Minds, Dean Winchester +/ Emily Prentiss, favorite Vonnegut books

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 2018 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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[vanillafluffy.livejournal.com]

To the Hilt (Dick Francis), Alexander Kinloch and/or Chris Young, Alexander loses a bet. (I'm fine with kink, if that's where your muse goes, or not.)

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Vicky Bliss Mysteries (Elizabeth Peters), Vicky Bliss/Sir John Smythe, keeping the mystery in their relationship

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis/Alice in Wonderland, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay, Rodney falls into Wonderland and meets the Mad Hatter (John)

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Any, Any, Where the Sidewalk Ends (Shel Silverstein)

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Hawaii Five-0, Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams, bookstore AU

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Marvel Cinematic Universe, Any, writing popular novels based on their exploits under a pen name

Fill: IronStrange

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

“What are you reading?” Tony asked.

Stephen looked up hastily. “Who, me? Obviously the latest volume of the American Journal of Medicine -”

Tony tipped Stephen’s Kindle downward, read the title upside. “I don’t think that Winter Hearts: a love story across time is any part of the American Journal of Medicine.”

Stephen scowled and snatched his Kindle back, clutching it to his chest defensively. “Sometimes even doctors find medical journals a bit dry. I was giving myself a reward. One chapter per article.”

“A love story?” Tony asked. “Really?”

“It’s incredibly compelling,” Stephen said firmly, sitting up straighter.

Tony liked when Stephen sprawled on his bed to read, because then he could angle himself so he was using Stephen’s thighs as a pillow and do some reading of his own, so he pouted for a moment. Then he poked at the Kindle, which Stephen only held tighter. “What’s so compelling about ripped bodices and heaving bosoms?”

“There are no bodices or bosoms in this story.” Stephen glared. “It’s - it’s accurately-written historical fiction, okay?”

“About cold hearts and melting and whatnot?” Tony scooted closer to Stephen so they were shoulder-to-shoulder - and so he could read over Stephen’s shoulder shamelessly.

“No. It’s about two best friends, childhood friends, one of them strong and charming and handsome, the other smaller, more sickly, growing up on the streets of Brooklyn, and one of them enlists to fight in WWII and the other one manages to get assigned to the same unit as a war reporter and then they get separated and one of them is kidnapped by the Russians, who experiment on him and brainwash him into being a killing machine, and I know that cryogenic preservation is ridiculous, but -”

“That is ridiculous,” Tony said, and then he paused. “Wait, run that by me again.”

Stephen set the Kindle aside. “Now you’re just making fun of me.”

“No - that story sounded familiar is all.”

Stephen looked unimpressed.

Tony decided to let it drop for now, suggested that they call up Peter and Wanda, because those kids needed friends, and order some pizza and play some weird board games, like the ones involving trains.

Later that night, while Stephen was on the phone doing a consult call - because he was still a genius surgeon - he poked at Stephen’s Kindle.

Winter Hearts had been written by the implausibly-named Sheila Silverfrost. Tony scanned the synopsis, and it was basically Steve and Bucky. Involved in a gay romance. Which was basically real life, but most people didn’t know that.

Sheila Silverfrost had other books in the Hearts series. Fletched Hearts was a love story about an archer who’d grown up in the circus and worked as a government assassin and had melted the heart of a beautiful female Russian spy. Thunderous Hearts was a love story about a nerdy little physicist and a handsome amnesiac homeless man who was actually the God of Thunder. Iron Hearts was about -

Tony stared.

It was about him and Stephen. Snarky scientist and caustic but brilliant surgeon-turned-wizard? It had to be.

“Friday,” Tony said, “what’s Sheila Silverfrost’s real name?”

“Darcy Lewis.”

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard, what he reads after War and Peace

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Gilmore Girls, Rory Gilmore +/ Dean Forester, he’s read a classical book she hasn’t

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Supernatural/Criminal Minds, Dean Winchester +/ Emily Prentiss, favorite Vonnegut books

[sherlockian-syn.livejournal.com]

Marvel Cinematic Universe, Tony Stark/Stephen Strange, librarian AU

[sherlockian-syn.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis/The Night Circus, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay, Rodney meets John the fortune teller at the Night Circus and comes back to see him every night the circus is in town

[sherlockian-syn.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis/Stardust, Rodney McKay/Evan Lorne, Rodney comes across a young man lying in a crater who has no memories but calls himself the Evenstar

Fill 1/2: more gen/preslash than anything

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

It should have been a routine offworld mission, just a hike out from the gate in search of the source of unusual readings the MALP had picked up. It was calm enough that John actually had them all split up and check-in by radio every ten minutes.

Rodney was about to make his first check-in when he picked up new readings on his LSD, and he swung around, trying to get a lock on them so he could follow them using the LSD like a kind of compass -

And then he tumbled into a hole.

Or, more accurately, a crater.

The first thing Rodney noticed was that his ankle was blazing with pain and probably broken. The second thing he noticed was the other man in the crater with him. He was wearing loose, flowing pants made of some kind of pale linen and nothing else. He was barefoot, and his skin was golden, smooth. His bare chest was muscular, and Rodney hadn’t seen abs like that since, okay, when Ronon lifted his shirt up earlier that day to wipe his face with the hem of it like a heathen, but -

The man was unconscious.

“Hey,” Rodney said, prodding him in the ribs. “Why is this crater here and why are you in it?”

The man stirred. His dark hair was short, mussed. His brow furrowed, and then he groaned, opened his eyes. “What happened?”

“What happened to me is I tripped and fell into this crater and broke my ankle,” Rodney said. “What happened to you?”

The man sat up in a smooth, easy motion. He frowned, pressed a hand to his head. “I - I don’t know.”

“Who are you?” Rodney asked.

The man blinked blue, blue eyes at him. “I’m the Evenstar.”

“That’s not a name,” Rodney snapped, and then paused. Maybe it was some kind of important title? Could be a gate translation error. Who knew how accurate the system was, anyway? Rodney was misunderstood all the time.

“Why? What’s your name?” the man asked.

“Rodney McKay. Evenstar isn’t a name. It’s a - a thing.”

The man ran a hand down his own torso experimentally. “Pretty sure I’m a person and not a thing. How do you know you’re not the thing?”

For a guy who had suffered some kind of serious head trauma, he was capable of far too much sass.

“Because I’m a person and I just know,” Rodney said. He tapped his radio. “Guys, I fell down a hole and broke my ankle. Also there’s a crazy person down this hole with me, so if you’d get over here ASAP, that’d be great.”

The other man rolled his eyes. “I’m not crazy. I’m the Evenstar.”

“Well, Evenstar, if you’re a star, how come you’re down here and not up there?”

“I don’t know,” the man admitted. He pressed a hand to his head again, like he was in pain. “Something must have knocked me out of the sky. I’ve heard of this happening once before, but I thought we had things in place to stop further occurrences.”

Rodney stared at him. “Wait. You really are a star?”

“I think so. I remember glowing.” The man pressed a hand to his chest again, puzzled. “But I don’t know what happened to my light.”

“Did you say you broke your ankle?” John asked.

Rodney tapped his radio. “Well, I can’t move it and it hurts like hell, so I’m going with yes.”

“What’s your twenty?” John asked.

“I’ll send coordinates to your LSD.” Rodney cast about for it, found it half-embedded in the dirt. He scooped it up and went to turn it on, only it was dead. He sighed, tapped his radio again. He was lucky his radio was still working. “Nevermind. My LSD is busted. I’m going to try to crawl out of this hole. Come find me. Before I fell into this hole, I was headed for the energy readings we got from the MALP. Direct bearing.”

[sherlockian-syn.livejournal.com]

Marvel Cinematic Universe, Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes, 1920's Paris AU where Steve the poet and artist meets an aspiring novelist named James Barnes

(inspired by A Moveable Feast by Hemingway)

Fill 1/3: Midnight in Paris fusion

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

There was only so much of Tony, Natasha, Clint, and Rhodey a guy could take in one day. Natasha and Clint constantly looking at each other when they thought the other wouldn’t notice, Rhodey and Tony telling endless anecdotes about their college days was exhausting. Mostly because Steve wasn’t really one of them. Tony’s dad had taken a shine to Steve back when Steve was an orphan looking to get into art school. Steve had been selling miniatures at a street festival and Howard had been intrigued, and now Tony wasn’t quite one of the cool kids.

But Paris was beautiful, and Steve wanted to see all of it, explore it all. He wanted to hang around Shakespeare & Co. and bask in the aura of Hemingway and Fitzgerald and Eliot. He wanted to drink absinthe at a seedy bar in Montparnasse and stay up till dawn drawing strangers. He wanted to write poetry on a beautiful man’s skin and make love till noon and then walk hand-in-hand in the dusk along the Seine.

Unfortunately, he was stuck dogging Tony and the rest of his friends while Tony took them on special tours of all the big touristy sites. Steve was so lost in his head that he almost got left behind at the Louvre while he was communing with the Mona Lisa. She could see into his soul.

When Natasha broke out the expensive Russian vodka and proposed a game, Steve offered to go get the ice...and never went back. Instead of going back up to the penthouse, he left the hotel, stepped into the crisp spring air, and listened to the city. He wanted to find a place to watch the Eiffel Tower light up at night. He left his cell phone behind, because Tony wasn’t above hacking it and tracking him (and he had the skills to do so).

Steve tucked his hands into his pockets, strolled along the street, and was mildly surprised at how quiet the street behind the hotel was. Paris at midnight was supposed to be parties and romance, right?

Instead it was a dim alley with a cobblestone road and a single old-fashioned car rattling toward him. Steve was surprised when it pulled to a stop beside him, and a woman poked her head out of the passenger window. She was done up like a 1920’s flapper, with curls plastered to her head, feather earrings dangling long. She had a cigarette in a long holder between her index and middle fingers, and she took a puff as she eyed him up and down.

“Hey, you.”

Steve raised his eyebrows, pointed to himself.

She smiled. “You’re a regular hotsy-totsy. Hop in. We’re going to a party.” She talked like someone out of a black-and-white movie.

Steve had just avoided a party with people he knew. Did he want to party with strangers?

She winked at him. “Come on, don’t be a Mrs. Grundy.” She leaned further out the window and intoned, with the air of one imparting a great secret, “I will show you fear in a handful of dust.”

Eliot. The Wasteland. She knew poetry. Not that Tony and the others didn’t know poetry, but - they didn’t appreciate it like Steve did.

He straightened up and said, “All right.”

The woman smiled and popped the door open. Steve went to climb in and saw that the back of the car was already crowded with plenty of people, all also dressed like it was the 1920’s.

They greeted Steve without actually introducing themselves, and one of them leaned forward, shouted instructions to the driver.

“Are you all American?” Steve asked.

One of the men nodded. “Yes. Americans in Paris. It’s both fashionable and mundane.”

The others laughed.

[sherlockian-syn.livejournal.com]

BBC Sherlock, Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, John decides he wants to write a true crime novel

Not a fill...

[squidgiepdx]

...but oh, I can see Sherlock pinching John's manuscript without John knowing, and offering "tips"

[sharpiesgal.livejournal.com]

MCU, Tony Stark/Stephen Strange, discussing novels they have read

[squidgiepdx]

Any, Any/Any, Reading in bed

Fill: Original Fiction - PG-13 - 550 words

[asphaltcowgrrl.livejournal.com]

Hopefully you're okay with original fic! Oh, and the addition of an extra body. :D
--
“Give me that,” Zayne said, snatching a magazine out of James’ hand. “That looks more interesting than this one.” He slapped the magazine he’d had against the redhead’s chest.

“Damnit, Reyes,” James growled. “I was reading that.”

“Not anymore,” Zayne said, snuggling into the mound of pillows Zeklos always kept on the bed.

“Andy,” James whined. “Reyes took my magazine.”

Andrej’s eyes never left the book he was reading.

“Leave him alone,” Zayne said. “He’s really into that goofy ass romance he started last night.”

James leaned forward and glanced at the cover. “At least this one has a vampire on the front and not a cowboy, Reyes.”

“Hmph,” Zayne huffed. “He has plenty of cowboy books, narco. I’m not offended.”

“I can’t read this crap,” James announced, throwing the magazine onto the bed and sliding out from under the covers. “I have a book I left in the living room.”

James disappeared and Zayne watched him go. “Should I lock the door while he’s gone, Zek?” Andrej ignored him. “Yeah, probably not.”

Zayne sat quietly for a moment, waiting for Zeklos to even acknowledge that he was there. Seeing that his partner was engrossed in his book, he decided to take a page out of the ginger’s book and go get something from his room. There had to be something in there that he hadn’t read yet.

Andrej waited until he was sure Zayne was in his room before he closed his book, making sure to insert the bookmark first. Pulling the earbuds out of his ears, he gave his head a small shake. He never was able to get any reading done when his boys were around. Even though James and Zayne had agreed to give him his Sunday mornings, they couldn’t manage to stop fighting long enough for Andrej to finish a chapter, let alone a book.

Thus, the earbuds.

He glanced at the door, smiling. Maybe if he locked the door? But no, that would piss them off, making it even less likely he was going to do anything but referee his two childish boyfriends. A better idea came to him. Grabbing his cell phone, Andrej sent a group text.

Go get breakfast and coffee, te rog.
Both of you.
No arguments.

There. That ought to give him at least an hour of peace and quiet. First, they needed to get dressed. Then it’d take a good twenty minutes for them to decide whether to hit Dunkin Donuts or go to the specialty place around the corner. With a quiet chuckle, Andrej settled back into the middle of the pile of pillows. He pulled the linens up to his waist and sighed, content. Finally. Popping his earbuds back in, he opened his book and started to read.

“I really ought to get a cat,” he muttered as he turned the page. “A cat would allow me to read while still keeping me company. These two cannot stay quiet for two minutes.” Andrej grinned, remembering that Zayne often talked in his sleep.

In the end, Andrej figured they had their uses and, despite how annoying they both could be, he loved them anyway. Sometimes, he even missed them when they were gone. Andrej glanced at the bedroom door. But this morning was not one of those times.

[squidgiepdx]

Any, Any/Any, "Take Off Your Pants"

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Any, Any/Any, "Monster"

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Any, Any/Any, "Parasite"

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Any, Any/Any, "Smolder"

[reeby10.livejournal.com]

any scifi, any, books in alien languages

Fill: Stargate SG-1

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Another underground offworld facility, more dusty artefacts, Daniel going after things with his brush, Sam taking readings, Teal’c being stoic.

Jack was bored. But he had to stay alert, because it was his job first and foremost to protect his team. Most of the time he protected his team by leading them during dangerous situations. But in situations like this, where he wasn’t the expert, it was his job to stay in the background and make sure danger didn’t find them.

And then Daniel said, “Does this smell funny to you?” and thrust a vial under his nose.

It was capped, but -

“Why? Do you think it smells like chloroform?” Jack inhaled.

And then he was gone.

He was in another world. There were forests and roaring waterfalls, dazzling blue skies and violet-feathered birds that sang and soared and screamed. There were three women all on an adventure, looking for knowledge, for treasure, for love. There were chases and puzzles and a long journey on a boat along an underground river, and then -

“Jack? Talk to me.”

Jack blinked.

Daniel was staring at him. Fraiser was staring at him. Carter and Teal’c and Hammond were staring at him.

“What just happened?” Jack asked.

“Ah - I accidentally exposed you to an alien novel.” Daniel ducked his head, expression sheepish.

“That was a novel?”

“Apparently that species had no written language - they communicated by smells. So -”

“So next time don’t let me huff the alien stuff!”

“I’ve already had a very firm talk with Daniel about that,” Fraiser said.

“All of us did,” Carter added.

“It’s not like I stuck your head into an alien brain device,” Daniel muttered. “It’s just - your nose is better than mine. Even without allergies.”

He sneezed.

Teal’c asked, “Was the novel enjoyable, Colonel O’Neill?”

“Actually, it was.”

[reeby10.livejournal.com]

Person of Interest, Harold Finch/John Reese, librarian AU

[reeby10.livejournal.com]

Teen Wolf, Stiles Stilinski/Derek Hale, The Killing Moon - N. K. Jemisin

[reeby10.livejournal.com]

Star Trek (any), any, "Differences of habit and language are nothing at all if our aims are identical and our hearts are open" (Harry Potter)

[reeby10.livejournal.com]

Lord of the Rings, Gimli, Gimli brings the Book of Mazarbul home