Round 3 - Return of the Meme

[hhanon]

Round 3 - Return of the Meme

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• Prompts for projects other than Horrible Histories (ie. Spy, Gavin and Stacy, Rev, St. Trinian's, the O2 adverts etc., and RPF involving actors from those projects should be posted at the What? They've acted in other things?! post.

Format of Prompts

• Put [RPF] before RPF prompts. 
• For crossover prompts: "[Crossover], HH Character(s)/Other Character(s), [Fandom]" 
• Anyone, everyone, no one? Use "Other."
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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

Blenkinsop/Maltravers

[(Anonymous)]

Did you think I would leave you crying
When there's room on my horse for two
Climb up here, Jack, and don't be crying
I can go just as fast with two
When we grow up we'll both be soliders
And our horses will not be toys
And I wonder if we'll remember when we were
Two little boys.

Two Little Boys by Rolf Harris (youtube.com/watch?v=HmL3m2zcoOI)

British Comedy Awards, Ben/Simon

[(Anonymous)]

In the interview after the awards on E4, Ben arrived late looking decidedly cheerful. Simon was not present. My mind went to fun places~

Re: British Comedy Awards, Ben/Simon

[(Anonymous)]

~So did mine; oh, it's a wonderful place.

Unprompted: [RPF] Ben/Mat/Jim. Living Your Dream NC-17 1a

[balinese-baby.livejournal.com]

Mat stepped back from the bed and grinned down at his handiwork, he just hoped that Ben would appreciate the amount of effort he’d put in to fulfil the wish he’d mentioned one evening in a moment of post coital haze. Mat didn’t normally take much notice of Ben’s brain dead murmurings as they were usually complete drivel but the mention of Jim’s name had made him prick up his ears. Careful questioning had revealed that his lover had a soft spot for their much smaller cast mate. He secretly wanted to know what it would be like to make love to someone who was all soft flesh and sweet curves, a complete opposite to his own skinny, bony lover. Would Jim be a man who would yield all control to his partner, or would he be like Mat and fight for dominance. Ben wanted to find out.

From his position on the bed, Jim returned the grin, lightly tugging at the soft leather cuffs to see just how much freedom he had. When Mat had come and told him about Ben’s desire he’d been surprised but after a few moments pause for thought had asked Mat why he was telling him, he and Ben where partners, lovers. He knew that if Ben was his the last thing he’d want was to see him fucking another even if that person was a close friend. Mat had just smiled and asked him if he was willing to help him fulfil Ben’s deepest wish, it would only take a an hour if that, he was certain that when faced with a bound, naked Jim, Ben would tell him to untie him and ask him to leave.

A few hours later Mat was beginning to think that he’d made a slightly error in judgement, Ben hadn’t turned white and told him to let Jim go, in fact he’d turned to Mat and given him a big kiss before hurrying over to the bed, dropping down to sit on the edge, his eyes raking over Jim’s naked body before reaching up to check the cuffs, his smile growing as he shortened the chain by a few links. Once he was satisfied by that he stood up and quickly removed his clothes, Jim’s eyes widening as he took in just how big Ben was when he was aroused. Unable to stop himself, Jim licked his lips, a fire starting up in his belly at the sight before him, he knew that this was going to be his one and only chance of ever having Ben and he wasn’t going to waste one single second of it. Whatever Ben wanted to do to him, he was going to let him do it.

In the next hour, Ben had done things to Jim that he’d only ever dreamt of, he’d been kissed, licked and touched in ways that had him arching up off of the bed begging for more. That had been followed by Ben forcing him up on to his knees and spanking him, each stroke causing him to moan in a manner that had fired not only Ben’s blood but Mat’s as well. It was then that Ben had called Mat over to join them, kissing him deeply before ordering him to kiss Jim, his eyes shining as he watched them kiss.

Re: Unprompted: [RPF] Ben/Mat/Jim. Living Your Dream NC-17 1b

[balinese-baby.livejournal.com]

Then Ben had surprised both of them. Getting to his feet, Ben had collected another pairs of cuffs from their toy box, undoing the pair restraining Jim before ordering Mat to sit up against the head of the bed, his legs on either side of Jim. Then he’d fastened one cuff from each set around Mat’s wrists, before ordering him to lean back so he could thread them through the bed rail and fasten the other ends to Jim’s wrists, tying them together, Jim’s head now resting against Mat’s thigh. Pleased with his work, Ben moved back to kneel behind Jim, quickly drawing on a condom before reaching for the lube, a wicked grin crossing his face as he started to probe Jim’s depths, his fingers causing squeaks and moans to escape his lips. Now ready, Ben took hold of Jim’s hips and pushed in, pausing to rest his weight on his back as he stretched forward and ordered him to suck Mat’s cock.

The next few minutes passed in a blur, Jim caught between two hard cocks, Ben’s thrusts forcing him to take Mat deep in his throat, his nose pressing into the tight curls at its base. Then with a shudder Ben came, his fingers digging deeply into Jim’s softly curving hips, his teeth leaving his mark on a smooth shoulder. Watching his lover cum, Mat felt himself tighten up and unable to control himself his hips jerked up, crying out as he came, his heat spilling from between Jim’s lips, the smaller man caught in the whirlpool of spiralling passion, his senses fleeing for a few moments as his own body succumbed to the inevitable conclusion.

Much later, Ben leant across Jim’s slumbering body and kissed Mat deeply, his smile telling Mat just how much he loved him. Then drawing back, he looked down at Jim, and gently stroked his cheek, Mat had allowed him to live out one of his dreams, maybe when Jim woke up they could cross another one off of the list.

[RPF] Ben and Greg - BAFTAs. Sequel fic.

[(Anonymous)]

Hello! I wrote this as a sequel to this: http://hhanon.livejournal.com/3552.html?thread=2558176 So yes, here it is.

~Graphic content warning... Very graphic content. But enjoy!~

Greg's hand left his pocket. It took all the effort to keep it from sliding back in. He stretched his fingers out against his thigh, drumming lightly with them as he waited. He glanced down, noticing the slight bulge that was still there. He swallowed hard. Oh, Ben... where are you? At the thought of Ben he felt his cock twitch, beginning to harden slightly more. He smirked, sighing happily at the thought of the expected events. He bit down on his lip, desperately resisting the urge to lock himself inside a cubicle and slide his hand under the band of his trousers. He wanted so badly to play with himself at the thought of Ben, his eyes closed so he could imagine that Ben's hand was on him once more.

Not long now... he'll be here...

His fingers twitched in sync with his cock, chewing hard on his lip at the thought. Come on, Ben... Greg was teasing himself now, completely forgetting his whereabouts. His eyes shut and his hand wandered, sliding back up his thigh and fumbling with the aid of the other to unbutton his jeans. He groaned as his hand slid under the fabric of his boxers.

"Oi!"

Greg felt his hand snatched away and opened his eyes. Standing over him, holding his wrist was Ben. "That's my job." Ben growled, leaning in and kissing Greg hungrily, brushing against his bulge with the hand not on Greg's wrist. He rubbed slowly in contrast to the quick, slightly sloppy kiss. A grunt escaped his lips as Greg's hands clasped his ass to press their bodies together even tighter.

"Fuck."

Hands were everywhere. Both their shirts were rapidly un-tucked and Greg's fingernails found Ben's back, digging them in and dragging them down. Ben whimpered against Greg's lips. His fingers gripped at his curls. He pulled away breathlessly, gasping for air.

"Shall we?" Ben asked with a smirk, leaning over to lock the door of the toilets.
"Yes." Greg breathed, running a hand through his hair. "Please."

The door locked and Ben stalked across the room, pressing Greg against the sinks again. He groaned loudly, running his hands along his sides and curving them about his hips. Greg's lips traced his jawline, nipping at his skin and downwards onto his neck. His teeth scraped against Ben's neck, placing gentle kisses as he moved down. At the same time his fingers tugged at Ben's tie to pull it away gracefully from where it hung around his neck. The tie fell to the floor and his shirt followed soon after. Greg's fingers ran along Ben's torso and turned to slide under his waistband. Ben helped by unhooking his trousers and undoing them so there was enough space for Greg's hand to wrap around his erection. He moaned, thrusting into his hand, feeling it wrap around a bit tighter and the pace quickened as he grunted loudly. His pace matched Greg's perfectly. They had the rhythm in time and were now playing a melody of their own.

They switched places and Ben was lifted onto the sink. His legs spread apart and Greg's hand still pumping in time, he threw his head backwards and leant his body forward to meet the kisses placed on his neck and shoulders, along his collarbone and down across his stomach. He grunted again and Greg's hand moved, and so did he. Greg leaned down at first and then kneeled, taking Ben in his mouth. His tongue explored all of Ben, flicking at first at his tip and then moving to lick downwards. He repositioned himself, leaning forwards to wrap his lips around Ben's dick, taking all of him in. "Oh g-god... f-, Greg!" Not long after Ben was gasping for breath, his fingers running through Greg's hair as his mouth worked on him.

"D-don't stop, p-please... Greg..." Every moment felt like forever. Moans echoed through the room until suddenly Ben buckled over, leaning on Greg's shoulders for support as he came. He breathed heavily, eyes rolling to the back of their sockets as his cum filled Greg's mouth, soon to be swallowed down with a smirk.

Re: [RPF] Ben and Greg - BAFTAs. Sequel fic.

[(Anonymous)]

FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF please write more of this!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Nelson/Hardy/Beatty, Modern Day AU

[amine-eyes.livejournal.com]

So they go round BAMFing it up rather well in the Georgian Navy - but what about the modern day?

Do Nelson and Beatty troll everyone?

Does Hardy wish he had a simpler life?

Is the sex really good?

Tell me more Anon :DDD

FILL: An Early Present, Nelson/Hardy/Beatty, Modern Day AU, NC-17 [1/3]

[(Anonymous)]

They don’t usually do this.

They’re a happy threesome, of course (or at least a vaguely amiable one), but it cannot be denied that their main focus is Hardy. Hardy the one that Beatty fell in love with the moment they met, Hardy who tempted Nelson into their present arrangement just with his remarkably attractive smile, Hardy-

…Hardy.

And as such it’s usually Hardy that gets handjobs from Nelson in the car when Beatty is sulkily driving, or Hardy that gets blowjobs from Beatty in the shower when Nelson is reluctantly getting ready for work, or Hardy that gets fucked almost to the point of exhaustion by both of them-

Hardy.

…But not tonight, oddly enough.

The ropes are firm around his hands, firm no matter how hard he strains. He can see his naked chest gleaming even through the darkness of the room, and can see the reason for his sweat just as well, “Nelson…”

His Nelson, his brave and bold and ever so strong Nelson who kicks arse wherever he goes, spares him only the briefest glance up. Smirks slightly before returning to the naked kissing that he’s cruelly decided to indulge in.

…Best to try another tack, as his already hard cock accidentally brushes against his leg and requires the biting back of an actual whimper, “Beatty-“

“Hardy,” and that does, at least, get some response. If only a brief one – a short sparkle of his Beatty’s, his intelligent and stubborn and ever so sarcastic Beatty who saves lives while terrifying idiots in a quite stylish fashion, dark eyes as the man rolls on top and smirks up, “wait, my love.”

He opens his mouth-

“Beatty,” Nelson admonishes, glaring up as his one arm (the other lost and long forgotten in his military days) scratches steadily up Beatty’s sweat-slicked back, “you shouldn’t even be talking to him.”

“It was the briefest discussion, Nelson,” and then Beatty is rolling his eyes, and looking away and down with that usual flash of mule-like determination that it’s impossible not to love him for.

“There shouldn’t be any discussion at all, William,” Nelson sniffs, pausing to dig in his nails at Beatty’s naked shoulder.

“My apologies,” Beatty only mocks in reply, leaning in for another kiss that makes him arch and stare, “I’ll be sure to remember next time, my dearest Horatio.”

And Nelson grunts-

But then thrusts up with his still clothed bottom half, and leaves him actually groaning as Beatty’s eyes flicker shut and the man (the darling, lovely, impossibly cruel man) leans in for something so sloppy that he hesitates to term it as another kiss.

“Christ” …It still probably counts, as Beatty leans back yet again and fully displays his bruised lips.

…Definitely counts as something, as Nelson glances over the bed to him and smirks slightly – propping himself up on his elbow (he’s learned the knack by now) to fully expose his entirely lovely chest, “it appears that our plan is working, Beatty.”

Their plan-?

“Indeed” …He can deal with not knowing for now, as Beatty retorts with his own slow roll down and Nelson’s head tilts right back to show off the line of his throat, “want to step it up a notch, dear Nelson?”

“Mm…” Nelson purrs, as he helplessly nods as hard as he humanly can.

“Well then,” a nod that only, somehow, gets harder - as Beatty draws back with glinting eyes and smirking mouth and a general expression of want so potent that he just has to gasp, “I think that we’re rather too clothed at present moment, don’t you?”

George I/Robert Walpole

[(Anonymous)]

He may not be that good at speaking English, but he can speak other languages very well - and has no problem with using this ability to arouse a certain prime minister.

Marc Antony/Cleopatra, pregnancy fluff

[(Anonymous)]

Just him soothing her when her morning sickness is a bit much or something. All fluff and taking care of each other and yes. <333

Blenkinsop/Maltravers

[(Anonymous)]

…I feel absurdly guilty for prompting this, but: one finds the other extraordinarily tempting when they’re smoking a cigarette.

Re: Blenkinsop/Maltravers

[amine-eyes.livejournal.com]

... well oooooooooooh that is a tempting image ....

[RPF] Larry/Ben, desk!sex

[(Anonymous)]

Being a writer Larry rarely uses his desk – preferring to write in his living room, in the local library or upside down on a camel. This doesn’t mean that he can’t use it for other things, though…

Re: [RPF] Larry/Ben, desk!sex

[(Anonymous)]

If someone doesn't write this I'm going to have to weep.

[RPF] Lawry/Mat

[(Anonymous)]

One of them is on pain medication (preferably for nothing properly serious, just wisdom teeth or something) and as such is going a tiny bit loopy. The other one is faintly amused by this. (Because pain medication texting? COME ON.)

Re: [RPF] Lawry/Mat

[(Anonymous)]

yesyesyesyes

THIS WOULD BE AMAZING!!!

By which I mean - seconded!

[RPF] Lawry/Jim

[(Anonymous)]

Lawry got so nervous the first time he played George III he needed a special Jimothy hug to calm him down; eventually, he starts looking forward to the hugs and maybe hopes they can go beyond hugging?

William Shakespeare/Elizabeth I/Robert Dudley word-play, throne sex

[(Anonymous)]

Elizabeth invites Shakespeare to receive an honour at court. Robin, Elizabeth, and Shakespeare start talking about his work and... ;)

[RPF] Ben/Jim Master/Slave.

[balinese-baby.livejournal.com]

Whats wrong with me? I want to see Jim being a complete sub, a slave to his strict yet loving master.

Re: [RPF] Ben/Jim Master/Slave.

[(Anonymous)]

can i join you in the bad place and second this

Unprompted Fill "Realization" Beau/Georgie + George III Angst R

[(Anonymous)]

Hello all. I've been hanging around here since late October and now that winter break has started I can pay eveyone back for all the glorious fills for some of my prompts, the awesome conversations, the lack of shipping wars, and just generally being a wonderful fandom.

Contains: Explicit sex
Word Count: 603
Length: 1/1


George moaned as the bed rocked under him.

“Georgie, oh!!” the moans from Beau made his cock twitch.

“You-beautiful-man!” Beau grunted as he slammed down into George. George panted as Beau writhed on top, shaking George and the oversized bed under them.

“Beau, can’t-“ George panted, slamming into the sheets again, a slight whine in his voice. Beau replied by snarling and sinking his teeth into George’s shoulder as he came. George whimpered as he bucked the last time. Grunting he sprawled on to the sheet, moans escaping his lips.

Beau smirked as he lazed on the sheets beside George, “Wonderful,” he grinned, tucking sweaty blond curls behind George’s ear. George leaned into the touch, nuzzling Beau’s palm.

"My prince."

“Mmm,” George was slowly slipping into unconsciousness as Beau ran his fingers through George’s curls.

“I am sorry,”

“It’s alright Beau,” George yawned, snuggling into the mattress, “I should stop acting like that,”

Beau sighed as he got up and walked to the nightstand to pour water into the ewer, “I hate hurting you,”

“Mmm,” George shifted, wincing as he shifted position lifting his backside up. Beau smirked as he dipped a cloth into the ewer then swished it around in the water, rubbing it over his own hands before wringing it out again. Beau smiled as he padded over to George’s side.

“Georgie, I am very sorry,” Beau mumbled as he rubbed the wet cloth over George’s body, rubbing the sweat and semen off George’s body.

George reached up to squeeze Beau’s wrist reassuringly, “Beau,” Beau blushed as George leaned into him. His heart rate jumped as George leaned forward; his face was flushed with light nail marks on his cheeks and bites on his lips – George looked debauched.

“Good night,” George pressed his lips to Beau’s cheek.

“Night, my prince,” Beau murmured as he rubbed George’s hair. His heart warmed as George fell asleep, eyelids fluttering. He hummed to himself as he walked over to his clothes to get redressed. Maybe George could stop worrying about his weight now.

Beau grinned as he adjusted his jacket and opened the door then froze.

“Your Majesty!!”

George the Third grinned, as he stood up from the couch in the hallway, slightly confused grin in place.

“Hello, Beau,” the King slapped Beau on the back hard enough that he stumbled. A booming laugh echoed from the King’s throat as Beau tried to pat himself into order.

“Had sex with my son, did you?”

Beau yelped as he jumped back, arms waving erratically. The Kings rolled his eyes at Beau’s melodramatics. Beau flushed and straightened his cravat, trying to buy himself time to respond.

“Now, now my boy it’s alright,” the King smiled as he rubbed Beau’s shoulder, “I’m glad Georgie has a friend like you,” the King seemed to sag, shoulders dropping as he thought more deeply.

Oh God, the King’s going mad again!

“I just wish you were a woman,” the King sighed, shaking his head mournfully, “Georgie might have more heirs,” he stood straight then grinned, “Ah well, best keep trying my boy,” with that the King left Beau standing there in shock.

“Oh my,” Beau blinked as the full weight of the king’s words hit him. Shaking his head, Beau wondered down the hall to his rooms, closing the door quietly behind himself. Beau sank down into a chair by the fireplace.

“I just wish you were a woman… Georgie might have more heirs,”

Beau sighed, closing his eyes in exhaustion.

“Congratu-very-lations Beau,” he whispered to himself, “you should have been born a woman; you could really serve your country then.”

Re: Unprompted Fill "Realization" Beau/Georgie + George III Angst R

[balinese-baby.livejournal.com]

That was brilliant.

RPF - Mat falling asleep

[(Anonymous)]

And the others drawing moustaches on him/putting make up on him/something equally hilarious :D

Crack fic RPF Gen Fangirls kidnap the cast 1/1

[(Anonymous)]

To cheer up the fandom after the debacle at British comedy awards and then beating ourselves up about being overly devoted. Total and utter crack

The Plan

Somewhere in northwest London, a small group of fangirls are plotting.....

“So have we got everything?”

“Yep – rope, blindfolds, handcuffs, vodka, pizza, minstrels”

“Excellent! Now are we all clear on the plan?”

“Yep on your mark we rush up the steep hill....”

“ha ha ha, seriously are we clear?”

“don’t we just shout loudly and jump them?”

“No that isn’t the plan either! Remember we discussed this. The plan is we pretend this people carrier thing is their taxi. We lure them in, lock all the doors and then head for castle anthrax”

“Are you sure there isn’t room for Greg?” said a voice at the back

“No there isn’t, we’ll get him next time”

There were a few disgruntled mutterings at the back and then silence

“Right – now all we need to do it get past security”


(it helps to imagine the sausage smuggler scene for this bit)

“Bag check”

“What?”

“Bag check ladies”

“Er...”

“It won’t take a moment”

“Um....”

“what’s this? Handcuffs! Blindfolds! And Rope as well..”

“We can explain...”

“You’re not by any chance thinking of kidnapping anyone are you??”

“Hahahahahahaha as if! no no not all, never crossed our minds!

“So this is all for personal use then?”

“Oh yes personal use”

“Well that’s alright then. In you go ladies, have a good time”

“phew that was close”

3 hours later

“Horrible histories cast? Yes this way, taxi all ready for you”

“Aren’t you a little bit young to drive a cab?”

“Not at all unemployment being what it is, look just get in the cab...All in? Right! Go go go!!”



6 months later

Police report there is still no news of the horrible histories cast who were kidnapped after the british comedy awards.

Meanwhile in the dungeon of catle anthrax...

“I don’t think Mat’s going to make it Ben, “said Jim “look at him”

Mat was curled up around his guitar wearing a somewhat rumpled highwaymans outfit and rocking back and forth

“poor bugger, they keep making him sing Mrs Winchester for them” said Ben

“i know, I know” said Jim “and if it’s not that, it “the howling” or “like rain”

“mind you at least Mat’s got clothes, which is more than Laz and I have got” said Ben “it’s very demeaning being kept in your underwear the whole time, not mention cold”

“didn’t they say you should hug mat or laz to keep warm?”

“yes they did” said ben “but I am not a sex object for them to play with you know”

“hmm yeh I think you actually are” said jim ”where is laz anyway?”

“They’ve got him upstairs” they both shuddered “forcing him to be funny for them - again"

“poor bloke, he’s not been allowed a serious thought for months” Ben shook his head “they’ll have drained him, there’ll be nothing left”

“we need to get out of here” said jim “there’s only so many hugs a man can give you know! My arms are aching”

“It’d be easier if Martha hadn’t defected to the other side”

“tell me about it! and she’s worse than they are”

“yeh and it would help if Simon didn’t seem to be well....still Simon” they looked at their fellow cast member who was happily drawing little stick men with curly hair in the dirt. He caught them looking

“hey guys” he said “we’re still here then”

“yes we’re still here Simon” said Jim

“right” simon nodded and went back to drawing “maybe they’ll bring some pears later”

“they won’t bring pears” Mat screeched from the other side of the room “no pears, no clothes because we’re never getting out you hear me?? Never, NEVER!!!” and he laughed hysterically “NEVER”

“calm down Mat” said Ben putting his arm round him “hang in there, don’t let them break you, we can get through this, remember deep breaths” and he put his face close to Mat’s “remember breathe in 1, 2, 3 and out 1,2, 3 and in 1, 2, 3

Mat closed his eyes and breathed calming down

“feel better”? said Ben

“yeh, thanks Ben”

“no problem” and he hugged him “we’ll get through this”

“now kiss!!!” shouted several female voices loudly

Ben clenched his jaw, “when we get out of here I swear to god people will pay.....”

Re: Crack fic RPF Gen Fangirls kidnap the cast 1/1

[(Anonymous)]

I couldn't stop laughing XD This is fantastic! Mat's hysterics.. And Simon's stick men XD

I can imagine this actually happening :P

[RPF] Jim/Other + Martha + Larry + Mat + Lawry + Alice + Ben + Simon, five times

[(Anonymous)]

Five times Jim hugged somebody (I know there are more than five people here, but you can totally pick which ones you want or have group hugs!) And the one time he snogged somebody instead (any member of the cast~.)

Sotherby/Charles II

[(Anonymous)]

Surprisingly it’s Sothers who’s absolutely useless for at least an hour after he gets up. Charles finds this brilliantly endearing~.

Re: Sotherby/Charles II

[(Anonymous)]

D'you know, I don't think it's surprising at all! Charles used to get up at stupid o'clock every morning. Poor old Sotherby would never be able to cope on so little sleep. I definitely want to see this filled too, sleepy Sothers must be adorable :3

[RPF] Jim/Mat, slow dancing

[(Anonymous)]

…Something sweet? :3

Charles II/Other

[(Anonymous)]

(With the preferred others being: Sotherby, Lucy Walter, Catherine of Braganza, Nell Gwynn, Barbara Villiers and Louise de Kérouaille. Though am, of course, open to any other mistresses you want to get in!)

Five people that Charles shagged while wearing a dress and one person he shagged who was wearing a dress (preferably Sotherby. :D)

Dr William Harvey + Charles II + James II

[(Anonymous)]

As based on this: http://fuckyeahcharlesthesecond.tumblr.com/post/14118383003/thestuartkings-painting-depicting-dr-william

Harvey taking care of Charlie and Jamie when they’re children, dealing with their occaisional madness and generally being a cool dude. :D

RPF - Superhero AU

[(Anonymous)]

Becuase Ben in glasses is so Clark Kent.

And Mat is so Spiderman.

Nothing to do with the tight, spandex costumes or pants on the outside...

Re: RPF - Superhero AU

[(Anonymous)]

Mat is totally Batman though. See: http://youtu.be/9n7Grouwq3U (http://youtu.be/9n7Grouwq3U) XD

Mrs. Roman/Mr. Celt hate sex; wall sex; hair-pulling

[(Anonymous)]

Tempers flare and she pins him to the wall; he provokes her, claiming she doesn't have the guts to do anything to him. She decides to prove him wrong. Consensual please!!

Walpole/George I food-play; fluff

[(Anonymous)]

While George I loves Walpole he keeps worrying because Walpole basically lives on coffee and tea, so he decides to introduce Walpole to some German delicacies.

[RPF] Jim/Other Drag.

[balinese-baby.livejournal.com]

Jim's working on a new show where his character wears women's clothes. His boyfriend comes to watch a days recording not knowing this fact.

Is said boyfriend turned on by this?