Round 3 - Return of the Meme
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hhanonRound 3 - Return of the Meme
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- Put [RPF] before RPF prompts.
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That's nearly the end of the storia, for onto the scene comes our much loved meme: HAIL TO THE QUEEN OF PROMPTIA.
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Viking!Jim/Viking!Mat, hurt/comfort
Date: 2011-12-06 07:32 am (UTC)After the captain punishes Viking!Jim for getting them lost, Viking!Mat looks after him.
(I know in the sketch it's suggested that the captain is going to cut Viking!Jim's arms off but, err, let's not have any maiming please?)
Re: Viking!Jim/Viking!Mat, hurt/comfort
Date: 2011-12-20 02:05 am (UTC)“Stand, boy.” The Captain commanded, towering over Hottr. Hottr did as he was told, his knees barely holding him up. “You have not only let me down, and the entire ship down,” Hottr bit his lip. “you have let yourself down.”
Hottr's body trembled, but he knew he must force himself to maintain eye contact with his Captain.
"You have done this crew a great, great disservice." The Captain circled his prey, "And you will pay the debt."
He drew his sword slowly from his holster, teasing Hottr, making him watch and wait for the full force, his body shaking with anticipation. The Captain raised his sword and rested the blade against the light fabric covering his arm. Hottr gulped; the Captain's eyes flashed with cruelty and glee, knowing that soon his bloodthirst would be quenched. A smirk spread across his thin, dried lips; the sword was raised away from his arm; Hottr knew it was moments before that blade would be brought down with a swift movement that would leave him in constant pain as a reminder of his actions. The sword continued to lift higher, the sharp tip almost scratching the sail. The Captain held it above Hottr's trembling arm as all the snarling members of the crew surrounded them in awe, not one of them daring to breathe a word in fear of that sword turning on them.
Time seemed to freeze. The Captain's eyes glinted in the afternoon sun; his muscles tensed; his grip on the sword tightened as the last possible seconds flittered past; how much longer could this go on for?
"STOP!"
For a second or two everything stopped, then whispers began to echo round the boat, followed by a low mumble that quickly rose to an outcry. The Vikings were outraged at their lack of gore. Who had stopped this buffoon being punished? What was the Captain going to say? What would happen to the idiot who had got them lost in the first place? What -
"SILENCE." The Captain's roar shook the ship. Seventy sets of eyes watched as the Captain patrolled the ship, growling at each of the warriors in turn, until finally he stopped in front of one particular warrior, much skinnier than the rest. "… You."
The murmurs rose again, filling the ship, and the now apparently off-the-hook Hottr craned his neck round to see who had spared him his punishment. His eyes widened in fear as he saw that sharp blade now pressed against his old sparring friend's neck.
"… Alrik."
FILL: Viking!Jim/Viking!Mat, hurt/comfort
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From: (Anonymous) - Date: 2011-12-20 07:46 pm (UTC) - Expand[RPF] Jim/Mat, Baywick Inn
Date: 2011-12-06 08:02 am (UTC)I can think of two people who need to spend the night there. Or talk about going there.
Or at least have the rest of the cast tease them about its existence. :'D
[RPF] Horror Film Night optional Other/Other
Date: 2011-12-06 03:20 pm (UTC)Re: [RPF] Horror Film Night optional Other/Other
Date: 2011-12-06 03:41 pm (UTC)[RPF] Ben/Larry, floor!sex
Date: 2011-12-06 03:35 pm (UTC)Caesar/Vercingetorix
Date: 2011-12-06 03:36 pm (UTC)Unprompted: [RPF] The Nativity Play.
Date: 2011-12-06 08:23 pm (UTC)THE NATIVITY PLAY.
“James, please stand still, I can’t get your headdress on straight if you keep on moving around.”
Said Mrs Jones,
“And stop shuffling your feet!”
At these words Jim did stop moving, but now he was pouting, he knew he had a very good reason to sulk; he had the best reason in the world. Jim was in his third year at St. Sebastian’s School for Boys, and this year his class had been chosen to perform the annual Nativity play. It was considered an honour to be the chosen class, but there was one downside to it. And that was that the role of Mary had to be played by the smallest boy in the class. And this year that boy was Jim.
Behind Mrs Jones, Jim could see the biggest boy in the class pulling faces. Ben was not only the biggest boy, but a bully as well. He was certain that his mum wouldn’t have let him play a girl, even if it was the most important role in the whole play. He was playing Herod, and he was proud to be playing a king, even if he was a nasty one. Picking up his cardboard crown, Ben plonked it down on his head and wandered off to see if there was anyone else he could upset.
Over in the far corner, the class helper, Miss Howe-Douglas was just finishing dressing the four shepherds; Lawry was strutting around like a peacock in his stripy tunic and his tea towel headdress. Henry was moaning that he wanted a ‘wee’, while William was sat on the floor trying his hardest to do up his daps. Short George on the other hand just stood there sucking his thumb.
The three wise men, Maltravers, Richard and Blenkinsop were all sat in a circle playing snap, while the four angels, Larry, Charlie, Sotherby and tall George were all stood in a row hopping from foot to foot as the deputy head did her best to attach wings and halos to the least angelic looking bunch she had ever had the misfortune to see in all of her years as a teacher.
Just as she was finishing, the classroom door swung open and another boy wearing a tea towel on his head rushed in, skidding to a halt. Looking around the room, he chewed nonchalantly on the toffee he had found in the bottom of his shorts pocket. Seeing ‘Mary’ sulking in the library corner, he smiled happily and swaggered across to give his ‘wife’ a hug, squeezing Jim tight against his chest. Squealing like a girl, Jim tried his best to escape, wriggling madly, and only succeeding in his attempt when Mat began to choke on his toffee. Grinning broadly, Simon, the innkeeper, slapped Mat on the back, pleased that he had an excuse for thumping the most popular boy in the class.
Suddenly the room fell silent as the head mistress appeared in the doorway, stopping to scan her year twos, and praying that none of them would say or do anything that would be an embarrassment to the school. Clapping her hands together, she called them all to order, and after she had given them all a once over, she led them off down the corridor to the school hall where all their parents were sat waiting.
Two hours later she sat down in the staff room and after she had accepted a steaming mug of tea from a colleague, she thought back to the performance. It had gone exceptionally well if you ignored the fact that one of the shepherds had wee’d himself, and that Herod’s nose had been running the entire length of the show. It would go down in school history, she was sure of that, as the year that Joseph had kissed his Mary, and Mary in retaliation had whacked Joseph around the head with the baby Jesus.
And just over twenty years later, she would smile when she saw pictures in the papers of ‘Joseph’ kissing his ‘Mary’, but now the kisses were returned wholeheartedly. Mat didn’t have to worry that Jim would belt him with a plastic baby doll ever again.
Re: Unprompted: [RPF] The Nativity Play.
Date: 2011-12-06 08:55 pm (UTC)Re: Unprompted: [RPF] The Nativity Play.
From: (Anonymous) - Date: 2011-12-07 12:54 am (UTC) - ExpandRe: Unprompted: [RPF] The Nativity Play.
From:[RPF] Mat/Larry
Date: 2011-12-06 08:33 pm (UTC)Philip II/The Archbishop, high school AU
Date: 2011-12-06 08:34 pm (UTC)Richard III/Shakespeare
Date: 2011-12-06 08:35 pm (UTC)Historical Masterchef Host John/Ed the Tudor Cook
Date: 2011-12-06 09:09 pm (UTC)There's a naked, flirty man in the kitchen. John can't resist.
ShoutyMan/VictorianFloralMessengingSalesman floriography
Date: 2011-12-06 09:14 pm (UTC)Charles II/Sotherby, Charles II/Catherine of Braganza
Date: 2011-12-06 10:27 pm (UTC)Charles manages to convince Sothers that loving Catherine too won't mean loving him any less. Show me how, please :)
[RPF] Baby!Cast
Date: 2011-12-06 11:49 pm (UTC)IDK ANONS, JUST HIT ME WITH RIDICULOUS LEVELS OF CUTE!
Re: [RPF] Baby!Cast
Date: 2011-12-08 06:12 pm (UTC)Bahahahahahaha! By which I mean Seconded!!
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From:Black Bart/Cutlass Liz, strap on
Date: 2011-12-07 03:53 am (UTC)Alexander the Great solo
Date: 2011-12-07 04:27 am (UTC)FreezingWWISoldier!Mat/FreezingWWISoldier!Larry, whale oil
Date: 2011-12-07 04:35 am (UTC)According to Greg Jenner's Twitter, in the post-industrial age whale oil was used as a lubricant. So let's see these two using it to warm up in a slightly more unconventional way. ;)
FILL: The Warmest Act, FreezingWWISoldier!Mat/FreezingWWISoldier!Larry, NC-17 [1/3]
Date: 2011-12-13 11:45 pm (UTC)--
He can hear Ernie’s teeth chattering even from here.
“Still cold?” He edges into the dugout, sighs sympathetically at the coiled form on the bed – uniform still on and body shaking so much that it’s a miracle he hasn’t started drilling into the floor “…Stupid question, really, who isn’t?”
“Nobody sane,” Ernie grumbles, miserable through clenched teeth as he manages a brief glance over his shoulder.
“…Well, the lieutenant.”
“You’re proving my point, Harry.”
…He smiles, fondly. Edges with his prize still clutched until he’s hovering over the bed where dear Ernie is still stubbornly coiling – like the man is determined to stay like that until he warms up or gets covered in snow.
“Budge over.”
“No.”
He smiles slightly wider, still fond, reaches his free hand out to trail through Ernie’s hair – a gesture that they aren’t technically supposed to indulge in, just as they aren’t supposed to indulge in many things, but one that is brilliantly familiar anyhow, “I have a way to make you warmer, mate.”
A long pause. Ernie leans just the slightest bit back into his fingers, “is it another newspaper?”
“No.”
“An actual cloth covered in snow? Because I don’t think that that’s likely to work…”
“No.”
Another long pause. Ernie is properly snuggled back into the stroking of his fingers by now “…Oh God, please tell me that you haven’t stolen the whale oil from the lieutenant and snuck it back here to experiment.”
…He has to remain silent, still stroking.
“Harry.”
“We’re not gonna use it like we did last time, though!” He smiles, and takes advantage of Ernie’s narrow eyed turn over to plop down into the free space, “no rubbing it all over ourselves and going off to risk a horrible death – this is going to be far more fun!”
…Ernie’s eyes really are properly narrow, “are you lying?”
“Would I lie to you?”
“You lied a few weeks back, when you said there was a tap dancing duck the next dugout over.”
“…Well, yeah,” he has to grin, shift his hand to stroke lightly at Ernie’s cheek (something that always makes his best mate’s eyes flutter shut, which is always absolutely brilliant), “but that was for your birthday. And it turned out alright, didn’t it?”
“I suppose?”
“Yeah!” He beams again, swipes a thumb right over Ernie’s cheekbone and ignores the urge to melt a little at the smile he receives “…Anyhow, this will be fun. You know Blenkinsop and Maltravers?”
“…Are they going to burst in and sing a song?”
“No!” He pauses, considers briefly as Ernie finally manages to prop himself up on an elbow and watch him from a slightly higher platform, “well, at least not this time.”
“Harry.”
“Okay, okay… We both know Maltravers and Blenkinsop, yeah?” He tolerates the eyeroll he receives, mainly because it’s coupled with a weary nod and faint smile, “and do we also both know what they do with each other when everybody else is off being busy and fighting wars and gossiping over dead rats?”
Ernie looks at him, eyes gone slightly wide “…Yes?”
“Well!” He beams, pats Ernie’s shoulder (because that’s supposed to be vaguely reassuring and rather lovely), “I was thinking, just briefly, that we could try that! It’s quite involved, after all – would get us a lot more warm than newspapers or snow-rags or even getting shot at by Germans while standing in the dark.”
Ernie looks at him.
“…Mate?”
FILL: The Warmest Act, FreezingWWISoldier!Mat/FreezingWWISoldier!Larry, NC-17 [2/3]
From: (Anonymous) - Date: 2011-12-13 11:46 pm (UTC) - ExpandFILL: The Warmest Act, FreezingWWISoldier!Mat/FreezingWWISoldier!Larry, NC-17 [3/3]
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From: (Anonymous) - Date: 2011-12-14 04:21 am (UTC) - ExpandGeorge IV/Beau Brummel, D/s
Date: 2011-12-07 04:39 am (UTC)Alexander/Caligula, possession
Date: 2011-12-07 05:14 am (UTC)(If you can figure out how to ship two people sharing a body, go for it! Otherwise gen is fine. :D)
Re: Alexander/Caligula, possession
Date: 2011-12-07 03:18 pm (UTC)OP
From: (Anonymous) - Date: 2011-12-08 10:40 am (UTC) - ExpandRe: OP
From: (Anonymous) - Date: 2011-12-09 02:28 pm (UTC) - ExpandCharles II/Sotherby, affection, fluff
Date: 2011-12-07 05:16 am (UTC)FILL: For My Own, Charles II/Sotherby, PG
Date: 2011-12-12 05:38 pm (UTC)He receives only a cackle from ahead, a brief glance back from those dark and twinkling eyes before Charles is moving again – onwards into the snow like he hasn’t just reached his fortieth birthday and fathered as many children as humanly possible along the way.
“Sire!” And he can only keep calling, stumbling on through the snow like some bloody horse, “Sire, would you please-“
He receives only another glance back, a bright little wave as Charles capers into the winter wonderland without a care in the world. Certainly not a thought towards his position, certainly not a second of consideration over what’d happen if he was killed, certainly not a single moment of reflection on him being the damned king.
“Charles!” …Honestly, he’s almost annoyed, “Charles, for heaven’s- Charles, get back here now!”
And it won’t work, it certainly won’t work as Charles gives him yet another brief glance back-
…It does work.
As Charles stops in the middle of the whirling snow, and grins, and turns back with his arms outstretched like he expects congratulations for this completely insane and utterly foolhardy behaviour, “Sothers!”
…He glares.
“Dear Sothers,” it doesn’t stop Charles from grinning all the wider - swaying over with his arms still outstretched and his cheeks attractively red and his dark eyes glinting and, oh, he really could hate the man at times (except not really, because hating a man like Charles is practically impossible), “wonderful day, isn’t it?”
“…I’m cold,” He grits out, through ground teeth just to happily prove his point, “and out of breath, and you just ran off into the snow with no thought for assassins or hypothermia or even falling into some deep, dark pit with no hope of ever being rescued.”
Charles… Only keeps smiling, “sounds awful.”
…And he can only glare, again, “with all due respect, Your Majesty, you really can be the most idiotic man on the face of this or any world.”
“I know” …And he does. Which can prove a problem, really, because it’s impossible to stay annoyed with a man who always acknowledges (after that one incident, with Villiers and Catherine and far too much pain) his part in matters and will always apologize if it’s properly required, “but you do love me for it, Sothers.”
…And it’s true.
Undeniably and utterly true, so true that he just has to smile at it, “maybe.”
“Only maybe?”
And arch his eyebrow as high as it can go, watch Charles’ answering beam with a certain warm feeling only found in the hearts of fools and madmen and everything in between, “with all my heart, forever and for always.”
A short pause.
Charles reaches out to take his hand, beaming so fondly that he half feels like melting into a little puddle and just staying here, on the ground, forever and ever until the world has completely changed and all the Puritans have exploded from sheer sin.
“…Come on!” And then Charles, of course, darts away again – already grabbing a handful of snow like the five year old he truly is inside, “we have enough time for a snowball fight before we have to get back and do boring things.”
“Can’t you drag Villiers into this instead?” He asks ever so wearily, already dipping down to grab his own handful (for purposes of defence only, of course).
Charles only looks at him.
“Or Catherine…?”
“We can have a threeway snowball fight soon, Sothers!” Charles only laughs, already drawing his arm back and letting fly, “For now, though, all I want is you.”
…Aw.
And somehow he finds himself smiling, even while standing in the freezing cold and having a snowball fight with his merry monarch who will never, ever stop.
Re: FILL: For My Own, Charles II/Sotherby, PG
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From: (Anonymous) - Date: 2011-12-12 09:18 pm (UTC) - ExpandUnrequited Beatty/Hardy + Hardy/Nelson (can be unrequited or not)
Date: 2011-12-07 06:11 pm (UTC)Just... Their lvoe mess, guys, as inspired by that song. <333
Re: Unrequited Beatty/Hardy + Hardy/Nelson (can be unrequited or not)
Date: 2011-12-07 07:07 pm (UTC)Hardy/Nelson + Hardy/Beatty, Phantom of the Opera AU
Date: 2011-12-07 06:17 pm (UTC)Re: Hardy/Nelson + Hardy/Beatty, Phantom of the Opera AU
Date: 2011-12-07 10:16 pm (UTC)[RPF] Ben/Mat
Date: 2011-12-07 06:19 pm (UTC)William II/Walter Tirrel, Modern day AU
Date: 2011-12-07 06:21 pm (UTC)Mozart/Beethoven, spooning
Date: 2011-12-07 06:22 pm (UTC)[Fill] Rest PG13 1/1
Date: 2011-12-09 04:37 am (UTC)Beethoven is largely content to allow this to happen because this is the way Mozart works, he is manic and a complete opposite to Beethoven’s quiet calm. Not that Mozart does not have his own effortless kind of elegance, not at all, watching him work is like watching a storm or perhaps a tidal wave. Certainly something with a dark and brooding build-up leading to a tense and terrifying crescendo of something one can only describe as sheer brilliance.
But it has come to the stage where Mozart is almost sobbing into his coat sleeves because for all the natural talent the man has, he cannot do the impossible and force the music onto the page. It is at this point that Beethoven will stand and go to him, traversing an assault course of ruined paper and angry accusations hurled at him at will. He is aware it is nothing personal, the wolf is merely tired and seeking a target for his frustrations and never let it be said that Beethoven cannot take a few insults for the sake of genius and love.
He takes Mozart’s hand with the sort of firmness that may annoy the other man but also lets him know that there is little room for argument. After a moment of silent contemplation, Mozart does stand and lets himself be led to their bedroom by the most patient man in the world, a man who will stand by him no matter what. The man who quietly removes Mozart’s overcoat, shirt, breeches and stockings (shoes already lost on the tired journey to this particular room.)
Beethoven kisses tired and broken lips and wordlessly convinces Mozart that this is for the best and the music will always wait for its master to rest. The wolf finally smiles, for the first time that day and Beethoven can feel the soft swell of victorious peace cascading around them, as he pulls his worn-out love down onto the bed. His arms encircle a waist made too skinny by lack of eating in favour of composing and his lips press softly against the back of a tense and stiff neck, muscles which slowly ease and relax as much as they can as Mozart finally, mercifully gives in to rest.
And Beethoven will hold him like this until dawn, when the whole tiresome process will begin anew.
Re: [Fill] Rest PG13 1/1
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Date: 2011-12-07 07:06 pm (UTC)Re: AU Time Sewers roadtrip Other/Other
Date: 2011-12-15 11:41 pm (UTC)