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Round 3 - Return of the Meme

Round 3 - Return of the Meme

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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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While they're filming the "kiss me, Hardy!" sketch, Ben decides it would be a laugh if he actually did snog Jim. So he does. And it is hilarious, but...

It turns out that neither of them can forget about it afterwards. Oops.

Having Jim finger feed him - Jim's fingers slip-sliding in his mouth, indulging him with his favourite foods, lavishing that attention on him, and having Jim take care of his needs - makes Mat feel more special than anything else.

...Because my history teacher showed me the episode with them fighting after signing the peace treaty and well... the seemed to get quite... heated.

I'm thinking The Tudors' Henry VIII (not that I don't love Willbond's Henry) and HH's Francis I of France (played by Mat).

Charles has never failed at love; until now. He has his heart set on someone, tries every trick in the book to seduce him, and his crush just doesn't reciprocate. Fuming, Charles storms up to his crush, DEMANDING a chance to woo his love ... only to walk in on his crush and his boyfriend being cute/intimate/adorable.

Sick and tired of his hair not behaving, Simon has most of it cut off. His cast mates are surprised, but his boyfriend is so upset they end up fighting.

Death ranting about his co-workers, clients, the lunch special, what have you in his diary.

You know it matches his feathery pink pen. XD

When Shakespeare finds a certain towering Duke of Normandy on his doorstep, asking why he does not have a play to himself, Shakespeare finds himself drawn to the conqueror.

Out inspecting her land one day, Boudicca comes upon Richard III wandering the fields. She lunges at him, convinced he's an enemy. Richard yells he's the good guy and rants about More and Shakespeare. Boudicca finds herself drawn to him because he actually respects her, is a wonderful fighter, is not an invader, and is a fair leader. Affection develops until they have sex and she finds he only cares about HER needs - at this point Boudicca swears she will make all the naysayers pay.

I'm ill and miserable and shamelessly in need of cheering up, and Blenkinsop and Maltravers seemed the best pairing for this sort of prompt. Basically... one of them is ill (not seriously!), while the other one fusses over him and looks after him and generally just makes him feel better. All the snuggles, ALL OF THEM.

Please? *puppy eyes*

Simon stood leaning against the bar, a half full glass in his hand, watching as Jim moved through the guests at the party, stopping to speak to each and every person there. He had to admit that it was a special talent that Jim had, the ability to make everyone feel welcome, to make everyone feel that they were important. He wished he had that talent, but he couldn’t help looking down on people, he was well over six foot tall, he naturally looked down on most people. But he didn’t have that special something that made Jim everybody’s friend.

He didn’t know how Jim did it; it was like he cast a spell on everyone he met. He’d definitely cast a spell on Simon, he had entranced him from the first time that they had shaken hands; he had woven his magic and trapped him in his web. A hand lightly touching his arm drew him back to the present, looking down; he saw bright blue eyes gazing up at him. Smiling he bent his head and pressed his lips lightly to the offered mouth, losing himself in the kiss. Lifting his head, he smiled wider; the spell had been renewed, as it always was every time they kissed. He knew the magic had a name, its name was love.

Ben drags Simon to an ale festival, determined that Simon will try something new alcohol-wise.

Unfortunately, Simon gets quite tipsy as he underestimates how much alcohol he can tolerate.

He starts pawing at Ben and whispering all the things he wants to do to Ben and wants Ben to do to him.

Ben gets so turned on he drags Simon out to the edges of the festival area for semi-public sex and has to take the lead since Simon's so drunk.

...

I just bought my one way first class ticket to hell didn't I?

“oh god I’m so tired” yawned Larry “just 5 more minutes” and he put his head down on the table.

“no” Simon tugged at him “they need you in make up man” but Larry had gone to sleep, “Larry” Simon shook his shoulder “LARRY wake up”

“Please just leave me alone, tell them I’m dead or something” Larry whimpered. Honestly he was exhausted! He loved Brighton but the commute to London every day was killing him.

“I’ll get Jim” said Simon hurrying off, Jim would make it better

“Come on Larry” Jim pulled him up as Larry flopped against him “come on, give us a hug”. Mumbling Larry draped his arms around Jim and hugged him as Jim’s arms came round him and hugged him back.

Almost instantly Larry could fell the tiredness leaving his body, his head stopped feeling like it was stuffed with cotton wool and his eyes lost their gritty dryness and brightened up.

“Thanks Jim” he said

“No problem” said Jim leaning back and closing his eyes. Larry left him to rest for a few minutes. They all knew that the magic hugs took it out of him which was why they used them sparingly.

To say they were gobsmacked to discover that one of their fellow cast members could give people magic hugs was an understatement. Apparently it had something to do with Jim’s grandmother being the 7th child of a 7th child or something. Usually the magic hugs passed down the female branch of the family but for some reason it had missed out Jim’s mother and Jim had inherited the ability instead.

Jim had wondered if it was something to do with the fact that he did look born to hug people with his sweet face, blue eyes and cuddly frame. One previous girlfriend had likened him to a human teddy bear, a Jimmybear she’d giggled, all soft and warm and huggable.

“Magic hugs?” Mat had giggled “are you sure you don’t mean magic mushrooms or something?”

Jim had sighed “no I mean magic hugs”

“but what do you mean magic?” asked Ben ever practical “in what way are they magic?”

“Well they make people, I don’t know, feel better. It takes away the bad feelings and thoughts and magnifies people’s best qualities so people feel happy and good about themselves, ” said Jim “I don’t really understand how it works myself, it just does”

“Does it make other things go away other than thoughts or feelings?” asked Larry

“No I can’t cure illnesses or anything” said Jim sadly. He’d learnt that at an early age when his beloved Grandmother was dying of cancer. He’d refused to accept at the age of 10 that his magic hugs didn’t work and had spent hours every day hugging her to make her better. It hadn’t worked of course and he’d been devastated.

“hmm that’s probably a good thing” said Martha “imagine if you could do that? you’d be locked away in some research facility or deified as a god or something”

“Our Jim who art in acting, cuddly be thy name – it could work” said Larry grinning

“So does this mean hugging you is out then?” asked Simon

“No you can but you have to remember that every time I hug someone, I take their bad feelings and thoughts into me and they take my good thoughts and feeling, so basically it makes me weak and tired”

“Oh Jim” said Martha sadly “that sounds awful”

“it’s not, for some reason the bad thoughts don’t affect me, it’s like I kind of store them in a separate part of my brain and then when I go to sleep, I dream them away”

“Even so though” said Ben “theoretically, if someone hugged you and hugged you, you could pass out or something”

“Actually, theoretically, I could die” said Jim laughing except the laughter didn’t quite reach his eyes

The others all looked at him in silence with pity in their eyes

“hey hey lighten up guys” said Jim “Jimothy’s magic hugs are fine in small doses and available to those that need them. Just don’t overdo it and hug me for hours and it’ll be fine ok? Oh and obviously it’s a secret – and that means you Lazza”

Larry had looked hurt “I can keep secrets” he insisted, the others all looked at him with raised eyebrows “I CAN” he said

“now are we all clear? not too many hugs and no telling anyone” said Jim

“yep, we’re clear”

SPOTS.

Jim yawned, he felt awful, his head hurt, he ached, and he itched, he itched so much. And because he itched, he wanted to scratch, but he didn’t dare, Mat would be so disappointed with him if he found him scratching.

Lifting the thin sheet that covered his body, he looked down at his naked spotty body. It wasn’t his fault that he had never had chicken pox as a child; it wasn’t his fault that a child in the audience at the Prom had had chicken pox and he had caught it, although if you listened to Ben it was his fault. He should have known that he’d never had it; he should have known that there was a sick child there, but he hadn’t and knowing that didn’t help, he still itched.

It was just too much; he had to scratch. Closing his eyes, he allowed a hand to drift down, and with a groan of pleasure he scratched at a particularly itchy spot.
“SLAP”
With a yelp, Jim snatched his hand back and sucked at the deep red mark that was starting to bloom on it. Looking up, he saw his attacker, Mat stood over him, his hand still slightly raised, an annoyed look on his face.
“I told you, NO SCRATCHING.”
Sitting down on the side of the bed, Mat bent and placed a soft kiss on his boyfriend’s lips, he knew how miserable Jim was, but he couldn’t afford to let him scratch.

Pulling down the sheet, Mat picked up the large bottle of pink calamine lotion that the chemist had given him, and shook it vigorously. Opening it up, he started to apply it to each and every spot, smiling as he watched the cooling cream ease the itch. Having finished the front, he helped Jim sit up so he could do his back, taking particular care of a bad patch on his lower back.

As he finished, Mat heard a tired yawn; maybe Jim would now be able to get a few hours sleep. Helping him lay back, Mat drew the cool sheet back up to cover his nudity, smiling as Jim drifted off to sleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.

Going to the spare room, Mat lay down on the cold single bed, he had never slept in here, but Jim couldn’t cope with being held at the moment, so Mat had started to use the bed. Reaching up, he turned the baby monitor back on, he knew that in a few hours the itch would return, but for now he could grab forty winks, knowing that he would hear when his Jimmy woke up. Hearing Jim’s soft snuffly snores through the monitor, he smiled, he loved looking after his Jim, but he couldn’t wait for him to be better. And with that happy thought, he closed his eyes and joined his lover in the land of nod.

Bonding over their shared penchant for keeping exotic animals around the house. I think they'd get along brilliantly!

...what it sees on the tin. XD

We need more disapproving, mutton chop wearing, Ben. Plus, Larry is an adorable drunk Victorian. :D

These two being naughty Roman emperors, all over a Roman palace.

Since my last request for this went so well and produced TWO awesome fics, lets have round two!! Challenge yourself - something really rare or non-existent.

These two being naughty Roman emperors, all over a Roman palace.

(Please use this to replace http://hhanon.livejournal.com/3552.html?thread=2178016#t2178016).

Heard someone being described as "violently cuddly" today. Figured that has to be good fic material. Do with it what you wish.

Caligula creeped them out with the plan to battle Poseidon and they find comfort in each other.

We need more snuggle fic.

I had this wonderful image enter my head of Lawry jumping on Simon's lap to get Simon to pay attention to him. They flirt until they turn each other on so much, they have to have sex NOW on the new armchair.

Basil stares blankly he can’t think, can’t feel, can’t do anything but stare as the warning to all pirates burns its way into his soul. The message is clear and effective and his crew left him an hour ago, but he stayed and still he stays, staring at the warning.

“Fisher.” He breathes but there is no steadying hand on his shoulder, no comforting arms around his waist, no words of ‘I’ll always be here I love you’ whispered softly to him. Because Fisher is gone.

And Basil didn’t (couldn’t) do a thing about it.

Fisher died to save Basil’s skin. And now Fisher’s broken body is warning him.

Run Basil. Like you always do.

Never come back.

Anne domming him, him loving it. :DDDD

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[RPF] Jim/Ben, snogging as a joke

[RPF]Jim/Mat: Finger feeding

[Crossover] Francis I/Henry VIII [The Tudors]

unrequited Charles II/Other + Other/Other lust, heart-broken

[RPF] Simon/Other + Cast Simon gets a haircut

Death/Other "Dear Diary, I'm surrounded by IDIOTS..."

William I/William Shakespeare persuasion, flirting

Boudicca/Richard III affection, strong woman, dominance, snuggles

Blenkinsop/Maltravers - colds and snuggles and fluff

Unprompted: [RPF] Simon/Jim Spellbound

[RPF] Ben/Simon drunk, grabby Simon; flustered, aroused Ben; dirty-talk, semi-public sex, sub!Simon

[RPF] Jim/Simon rough wall/floor clothed sex, dirty talk, biting, hair-pulling, slapping, rimming

Jimothy's Magic Hugs AU 1/?

Unprompted: [RPF] Mat/Jim Spots.

2nd Baron Rothschild/Elagabalus, BFFs or slash

OneEyedBart/Blackbeard rough sex in a lifeboat at sea, handcuffs, handjobs, bondage, dirty-talk

Dr. John Snow/VictorianBeerSalesman!Larry disapproving, drunken cuddles

Commodus/Caligula clothed floor sex, frottage, dirty-talk, voice kink

[RPF] Random Pairing PORN!!

Commodus/Caligula clothed floor sex, frottage, dirty-talk, voice kink, hair/beard pulling, spanking