Round 3 - Return of the Meme

[hhanon]

Round 3 - Return of the Meme

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Format of Prompts

• Put [RPF] before RPF prompts. 
• For crossover prompts: "[Crossover], HH Character(s)/Other Character(s), [Fandom]" 
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Archiving Prompts and Fills

• To make the archiving job easier, please drop a link to your fill/unprompted fic here at the fills post.
• Nothing here you fancy filling? Take a look at the unfilled prompts archived here or at Round 1 or Round 2.

That's nearly the end of the storia, for onto the scene comes our much loved meme: HAIL TO THE QUEEN OF PROMPTIA.

Comments

[RPF] Ben/Simon UST, unrequited

[(Anonymous)]

Because this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zXD3kSXQGyc&feature=channel_video_title is possibly the best 17 second long HH video ever!! :D

Beau+George III "Please take care of Georgie for me," background Beau/Georgie ANGST

[(Anonymous)]

As George III realizes he's going mad, he asks Beau to watch over Georgie for him. Break my heart with the angst.

FILL: Beau+George III "Please take care of Georgie for me," background Beau/Georgie ANGST pt1

[(Anonymous)]

Just a quick "context" note: This is supposed to take place in 1810, where George III was already suffering. He was almost completely blind, suffered from extreme rheumatism, and was declared permanently insane in 1811. Let the angst commence.

Beau didn't like being in the palace without George. That is, his George. It was an enormous, cavernous building, and eerily silent; every single step echoed down the endless corridors. The gorgeous portraits of men in Naval coats, ablaze with colour against the stark white walls, glared down at him from their places in history. Beau shivered inside his jacket. What an awful place.
He didn't really see why he'd been summoned to see the King. Although they'd never met, Beau had heard from his Georgie that he was a strange man with a rumoured fascination for gardening and an apparently quiet demeanor. Beau thought he sounded like a laughable monarch, but the kingdom seemed to like him. One couldn't, Beau supposed, argue with an entire population of a country.
He slowed as he noticed that ahead of him there was a guard stood outside two imposing oak doors. Beau scrambled to find the words to explain himself, but the man simply smiled.
"He's on a good day, today, Sir," the man said quietly. "You can go in."
"Oh... right." Beau nodded and watched the man extend his arm towards the door handle to open it for him. The man paused.
"Have you ever met His Majesty, before, Sir?" he asked.
Beau cautiously shook his head in reply.
"Just a warning, then, Sir," the man said softly. "His Majesty can't see very well. So don't be... shocked."
Beau frowned and opened his mouth to reply, but before he could, the door had swung open.

"Who is it?"
The low, tired voice drifted over from the other side of the room.
Beau hesitated.
"Beau Brummel, Your Highness."
"It's Your Majesty," the gruff voice corrected him.
Beau's mind went blank. "I'm... I'm sorry?"
"Your Majesty, lad, you address me as Your Majesty."
Beau stared at his feet, chastened. "I'm sorry, Your Majesty."
"No, no, don't worry about a thing, dear boy," came the response. "Just my little joke. Now, come over here, where I can see you."
Beau bit his tongue to save him from making any smart responses about what the guard had told him, and quickly made his way across the lush carpets to the other side of the room. It was a relatively small room, with a large fireplace, some bookshelves, and two armchairs sat beside each other. The fire crackled cheerily, the only sound punctuating their silence.
Beau stood a few metres from the armchair, and looked upon the face of King George III of the newly United Kingdom.
He had a long beard, and long hair, and his hands gripped the sides of the armchair. His eyes were dark and the pupils obscured by something thick, and white, like a snowflake or the whisp of a cloud. He seemed to stare straight ahead.
"Do sit down, boy," he said fondly. Beau took the armchair beside the King.
"Now," he said in his low voice, "You and George."
Beau felt his mouth run dry.

Not Really a Prompt...

[(Anonymous)]

Ok, I know this video has been mentioned several times before but COME ON!! I couldn't have been the only person that nearly collapsed when Jim started singing. His singing voice just makes me melt. Is that weird?

http://atthefinishline.tumblr.com/post/13449481041/grangerisation-asdfghjklkjhfdcvbnm-i-legit

This isn't really a prompt but if you make it into something that would be awesome.

Re: Not Really a Prompt...

[(Anonymous)]

Not alone. *swoons and melts over Jim's voice* I find him the most attractive for that very reason. If no one has anything by mid-December, I'll write something; might be gen, might be slash.

Will Sommers/Robin Dudley awkward romance, humour

[(Anonymous)]

Will lived until Elizabeth was on the throne, so he could have easily met a young Robin.

Elizabeth I/Robin Dudley UST; Unrequited; Lust

[(Anonymous)]

Their real life romance trumps any soap opera; let's see some of the roadblocks to their happily ever after.

[RPF] Ben/Larry (+ optional Other/Other) humour, fluff

[(Anonymous)]

The Ben/Larry sex in suits WIP has the following line:Even now a year later, Larry still rewarded himself with the occasional lap of honour around the flat over the fact that he’d bagged Ben. I want someone walking into Larry's apartment while he's taking a victory lap. Can be Ben, another co-star, or even another couple from the cast.

Re: [RPF] Ben/Larry (+ optional Other/Other) humour, fluff

[(Anonymous)]

can I just say I'm really honoured a line in one of my fics has inspired a prompt even if it doesn't get filled

thank you so much :)

Wok Gan/Beau Brummel being fashion divas

[(Anonymous)]

Cause it would be hilarious and ridiculous. :D

[RPF] The set/location is cursed!!

[(Anonymous)]

One day EVERYTHING seems to go wrong - props break, costumes tear, scripts combust - until some one notices they are on a set/location that has a bad reputation. Time to break the curse/settle the spirits/what have you.

[RPF] + Characters IM-ing across the Time Sewers

[(Anonymous)]

XD MWHAHA! Come on - Charles flirting with everyone, Mat trolling, Simon being confused, George III and Caligula having random discussion threads - the possibilities are endless!!!

(Please replace my previous version of this prompt with this one!)

Charles II/Catherine of Braganza/Sotherby

[(Anonymous)]

"King Charles II was an enthusiastic guitar player."

...Who doesn't love a man with a guitar?

Sotherby + Catherine of Braganza, friendship cuddling

[(Anonymous)]

...Because I really like the idea of them having a friendship, okay?

Just them huggling after a hard day yelling at idiots, sorting papers and wanting to bang their heads against the wall. Nice and friendshippy and... Yes. :DDD

Charles II/Sotherby, secret passageway (and, erm, boats?)

[(Anonymous)]

Based on this:

"His bedchamber led off to the apartments of his trusted secretary... A narrow staircase led... to the water’s edge where there were always two or three boats moored waiting to take the King on some private quest for pleasure unobtainable in the overcrowded palace."

Charles arranges to have a secret passage built so he and Sotherby can visit each other at night without being seen- and maybe has a little extra surprise for dear old Sothers in the form of a ~romantic boat ride.

Re: Charles II/Sotherby, secret passageway (and, erm, boats?)

[(Anonymous)]

I LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS PROMPT <3

[RPF] Mat/Jim, the morning after the first time

[(Anonymous)]

With adorable and kissing and flashbacks to how good it was and "OH DAMN, WE HAVE TO BE AT WORK IN TEN MINUTES!" Panic. :DDD

George III + Caroline of Brunswick complaining about Georgie background Beau/Georgie

[(Anonymous)]

Nothing bonds father and daughter-in-law than messing with their mutual enemy. Angst and humor, please.

[RPF] Other/Other one suggestively eating something

[(Anonymous)]

...leaving his poor rush all flustered (and he SO did it on purpose). XD Also, how about something that isn't particularly suggestive, because sausages, bananas, carrots, and the like are too easy.

FILL: [RPF] Other/Other (Ben/Mat) - one suggestively eating something

[(Anonymous)]

(AN: So I had to make it Christmas-y - TOMMOROW IS DECEMBER 1ST!!! But yes, hope you enjoy it!)
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"Oh. My. God. It's freezing out there," Ben grumbled as he flung his coat over the back of a chair. Mat looked up over his book and grinned. The cafeteria was fairly full, it was too cold to be outside unless you had reason. The radiators were on full and nearly everyone in the small room had a hot drink to hug. 
"Here, have some coffee," Mat said pointing to his half finished cup on the table. Ben grimaced.
"Ew, Mat that's gross. I don't understand how you drink the stuff it's nasty." Mat was about to defend his beloved beverage when a wide-eyed, red-nosed Larry burst into the room.
"Merry Christmas, one and all!" he proclaimed, throwing a hand into the air. 
"Larry, you do realise it's only the first of December. Christmas is ages away," Ben said, as Larry removed his many jackets. He had a bag with him, looking suspiciously Christmas-y. Sure enough, Ben could see multiple baubles and tinsels inside.
"Don't be such a grinch Ben!" he scolded, and began draping tinsel around Ben's head. He laughed, moving on to hand baubles from Simon's hair. He spun suddenly, rummaging through the bag.
"Here, an early present for everyone," he said, sliding the purple octagon along the table. It landed in front of Ben who grinned at Larry. Untangling himself from the tinsel he laughed. 
"Ahh, Laz, you know me well; Quality Street!" he pulled the lid off the tin, and the scent of what Ben could only call Christmas filled the room. He scooped out three orange creams sitting on the top and pushed the tin to Mat. 
"Ohhh... Yum..." Ben watched Mat's fingers dance over the tin as he scoured out his favourites. He plucked out a small green rectangle, and Ben smirked inwardly. Mat was a fan of his plain chocolate; 'You don't meddle with chocolate! It's practically blasphemy! Leave it as it was made.' was his motto.(Unless it had caramel in of course. Or nuts. And he wasn't that adverse to strawberry flavouring either. And orange cream was practically the same thing...)

Using those long fingers, Mat twisted the wrapper off, sliding one under the foil to peel it off. It struck Ben that he'd never noticed Mat's slender fingers, as he watched him roll the chocolate into his hand. His rather... slim... and slender... hands. Ben's breath hitched slightly as Mat slipped the chocolate between his lips, his teeth snapping the small bar in half. He looked up from his book and caught Ben's eyes. He could've sworn Mat winked as he pushed the last half through his lips, licking off the melted bits from his fingers. Ben hurriedly swallowed another orange cream, hoping he his face didn't betray the sudden thudding of his heart. Mat, meanwhile, picked up another purple clad chocolate and nibbled the end. Biting through to the caramel, he pulled it part with his teeth, ending up with a long string of it. He stuck his tongue out, catching it delicately. Chewing slowly on the sticky stuff, Ben stole a glance at him. Mat had a red sweater pulled over his shirt, and had his collar wide open. Naturally, this meant Ben had a tantalising view of Mat's long neck and the smallest hint of a collar bone. Watching Mat swallow like that - Well Ben felt the need to dig out another sweet to distract from the blush creeping up his neck. He wondered if he should leave before he had to use all the chocolates. 
'Not that that'd be such a bad thing,' he thought, as Mat  found another green one. This time though, he licked at it; the heat in the room had partially melted some of it already. Ben was so caught up watching Mat's little performance that he didn't notice Mat was looking at him. Jim suddenly appeared from next to Mat, and Ben jolted out of his trance, going a light shade of pink in the process. Jim snatched up some of the chocolate, and looked at the two men sitting opposite each other. He made a noise that sounded strangely like Gregg Wallace laugh, smiled knowingly at Ben and disappeared just as quickly as he'd come. Mat looked at Ben and both of them laughed. 
"Wonder what was so funny?" Mat said nonchalantly, causing Ben to go a few shades darker. 

[RPF] Jim/Simon slowly burning UST turns into more... pub crawls; angst; humor

[(Anonymous)]

So Simon apparently loves to frequent airport pubs (...are there always pubs at airports?) He wished Jim was there and Jim tweeted back:I found it! Wish i were with you frequeting these forgotten public houses. Now I want them meeting up in these pubs having jokey buddy-buddy times, playing darts, singing drunken karaoke, the works, and slowly things heat up. :D

Nelson being a BAMF (sides of USTy Nelson/Hardy/Beatty love mess appreciated XD)

[(Anonymous)]

Nelson PWNing the heck out of someone. The Armada, the Navy, the barwenches, the pirates, the weevils - just give me epic Nelson!!!

FILL: The Most Brilliant, Nelson/Hardy (With implied and unrequited Beatty/Hardy), PG-13 [1A/2]

[(Anonymous)]

“Monsieur Nelson!”

They pause, right at the door of the building, stare at each other in a confused way for a moment before slowly spinning back on their heels and facing the man marching ever closer.

“d'Aigalliers,” Nelson sighs, with a weary roll of his eyes (even the unseeing one, as ever) over to his side – he can only hide a smile, slink back a little behind the great man as damn d'Aigalliers comes up before them like some strutting peacock, “I thought our discussion was long enough earlier tonight.”

“Not long enough, monsieur Nelson, I did not say all that I had to say!” d'Aigalliers snaps-

“Really?” Only to be interrupted, by Nelson’s calm smile as he shifts with his remaining arm hanging casually by his side, “because you didn’t really say anything.”

d'Aigalliers goes red. A humiliated, helplessly angry sort of red.

“So,” Nelson continues anyway, now with a smug smirk sideways that makes him repress a giggle by the skin of his teeth, “are you going to babble more nonsense at me and my esteemed companion? Or are you actually going to get to the point this time and come out with something sensible?”

d'Aigalliers goes purple. A shade that simply can’t be healthy on any man, “you think that you are so great!”

“Nonsense, obviously,” Nelson mutters sideways, and he bites back a snort.

“You are not! The French empire is the greatest empire in the world, you shall see!” d'Aigalliers still continues to glare, with an arrogant lift to his nose that does his face absolutely no favours, “because we shall beat you, beat you and drown your men and execute you like the dog you are!”

He tenses, a little…

“That’s nice,” Nelson only drawls, tilting his head with that show of charming arrogance that always suits him so well, “anything else?”

“…You are a dog, you know.”

“No I’m not,” his Nelson only looks unimpressed, a faint smirk still quirking up his lips as he tilts his head and regards d'Aigalliers and somehow manages to look like no situation has ever been so boring to him, “I’m a man. And if you can’t tell the difference between a man and a dog then I do think that you should go back to school and stop dabbling in freemasonry, Mr. d'Aigalliers.”

Oh, and the man has gone scarlet now. He almost feels like offering the services of Beatty (he’s sure that his friend wouldn’t mind that much), “how dare you talk to me in such a way!”

“Such a true way?” Nelson murmurs, sending another terribly amused glance across at him.

“No!” Even as d'Aigalliers puffs himself up, still about as intimidating as a peacock after the end of mating season, “you, a one-eyed and one-armed pup, have no right to speak to me, a famed French commander and vice-admiral, in such a way! You are disrespectful, idiotic, undeserving-“

He almost, very nearly, steps forwards to cut off d'Aigalliers’ damn ranting with a well placed fist.

But his Nelson, his dear Nelson, stops him with but a brief glance – slowly tilts his head back towards d'Aigalliers, watches and waits until the loathsome man finishes… And Smirks.

…Smirks.

This should be fun.

[RPF] The girls PWNing the boys

[(Anonymous)]

GIRL POWER!!

MajorGeneral!Ben/Lieutenant!Simon UST + Maltravers/Blenkinstop as matchmakers humour

[(Anonymous)]

Maltravers and Blenkinstop notice that the Major General and Lieutenant care for each other and as a way to apologize for their silly behavior/immaturity, they decide to get them together. Ridiculous hi-jinx abound!!! :D

Death/Beau Death the fanboy

[(Anonymous)]

Between his feathery pen and nail file, Death is very fashionable. Maybe he was inspired by Beau?

Blenkinstop/Maltravers FLUFF

[(Anonymous)]

They need some fluffy fic after that beautiful fill "They Owe Us A Life" where nothing quite works out, but they don't have to see each other die. They need a happily ever after!!!

Re: Blenkinstop/Maltravers FLUFF

[(Anonymous)]

Eeeeeeeeeeep I haven't finished reading that fic yet! ://

(All the happily ever after though)

The Stuarts Party Chaulnes/HenriettaMaria; CharlesI/Cromwell; CharlesII/Sotherby; Rupert/Blood

[(Anonymous)]

It would be the weirdest reunion/party ever - fabulous hats; Henrietta Maria bringing the Duke of Chaulnes with her; Oliver Cromwell crashing it screaming about "SINFUL~" then having Charles I be all over him; Rupert and Blood flirting; Charles II showing up with all his kids then having to keep Sotherby from strangling Blood; a big silly cake.

In brief: Stuart hi-jinx and being dysfunctional.

(GAHH! I forgot Rupert! How could I forget my favorite?! Please replace http://hhanon.livejournal.com/3552.html?thread=2373600#t2373600 with this.)

Commodus/Caligula crossdressing; flirting; humor

[(Anonymous)]

About Commodus:He enraged Romans by sitting in the theatre or amphitheatre dressed in a woman's garments. roman-colosseum.info/roman-emperors/commodus.htm

About Caligula:He declared himself to be a god and would often go through the streets of Rome dressed as Bacchus, Venus, or Apollo. roman-colosseum.info/roman-emperors/caligula.htm

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THIS MUST HAPPEN!!

I think I squeed when I read those lines - now how about them ending up at some party, both cross dressing. They flirt and ~~~~. :D

FLY MY PRETTIES, FLY!! WRITE AWESOME CROSS DRESSING MAD EMPERORS!!

AztecPriest!Jim/Other

[(Anonymous)]

http://textsfromhistory.tumblr.com/post/12636272632#postNotes

Roundhead!Ben/Roundhead!Simon Secret Christmas; fluff; angst

[(Anonymous)]

Trying to have a special day together on December 25th, without Cromwell hearing about it.

FILL: O Holy Night, Roundhead!Ben/Roundhead!Simon, PG-13 [1/2]

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

FILL: O Holy Night, Roundhead!Ben/Roundhead!Simon, PG-13 [1/2]

[A/N: Sequel to this (http://hhanon.livejournal.com/574.html?thread=1251646) and this (http://hhanon.livejournal.com/574.html?thread=547902#t547902) but can hopfully be read seperately to both of them... And apparently LJ is refusing to let me go anon on this, for it is an absolutely fantastic website like that.]

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It’s already night when he’s finally let off guard duty and can hurry away from the grumpily milling other men. Down secluded corridors and hidden passageways until he finally reaches-

“Who is it?” Thomas asks cautiously, accent low and a little bit cold (castles, you can’t beat them for lack of insulation) as he doubtlessly presses against the other side of the door.

“It’s me,” he mutters softly, quietly – knocks another two times to let Thomas know that he’s alone, “let me in.”

A short pause.

And then the door gapes open and he steps inside, barely managing to kick it shut behind him before Thomas gathers him up and kisses him so sweetly that nothing else really seems to matter.

…It takes a few minutes for them to break apart.

An understandable few minutes, truth be told.

“You’re cold,” Thomas mutters, only when they desperately need air, large (and skilful, as proved after all these years together) hand coming to rest against the side of his face, “I don’t approve of these long shifts at night, you know.”

“I approve of them even less when I’m out in them,” he only chuckles, and maybe snuggles a little closer for the sake of warmth (and love, that which he can just about bring himself to admit), “but what can you do?”

“Complain-?” Thomas starts, with his ever so loud mouth.

“About what?” But the trick to stopping Thomas’ rants is to be cool in the face of them, and he can easily manage that with a soft smile and a calm lean into that still there palm, “an ordinary patrol on an ordinary day?”

A long pause.

“…That is one of the few things I disagree with him on,” Thomas sighs, in his very loudest whisper, and finally withdraws his hand – only to back towards the bed with a growing smile upon his face (so charming, so wonderfully lovely), “did you manage to hide your gift?”

And he smiles, brightly and suddenly for they can feel amusement no matter how monstrous they’re made out to be, and follows – sinking into the covers right besides Thomas and his ever bony hips, “who says that I brought you a gift?”

Thomas actually pouts, to his great and slightly attracted surprise, “haven’t I been good this year?”

“You’ve been better others…”

“Never swore within your earshot.”

“…Well.”

“That was justified.”

“Was not.

“Didn’t once argue with Cromwell, no matter how annoying he was at times…”

“Abused him behind his back, though.”

“That’s better!”

“That’s worse.”

“And never once tried to engage you in a sinful act in public when we were both supposed to be doing other things.”

…He has to smile, just slightly, as Thomas takes advantage of the brief pause to turn and rummage under his pillow, “but I like it when you do that.”

Thomas pauses, hands wrapped around something that looks surprisingly bulky, “do you?”

“Of course,” he smiles, fondly, taps a hand against that broad back to remind Thomas that moving isn’t actually sinful (or how would they get anything done? Honestly, the scheme is utterly unworkable), “remember our first time, in that disused barn with only hay underneath us?”

“And all the times after that, against walls and in kitchens and on tables where anybody could see us,” Thomas smiles, finally turning back at the prompt with a messily wrapped rectangle cradled in his hands, “and I know it a odd segue, but… Here, I may not deserve anything but you are far purer than me and so deserve everything that the world has to offer.”

…He smiles, a little flattered, reaches out to take the rectangle-