Round 3 - Return of the Meme

[hhanon]

Round 3 - Return of the Meme

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• Multiple fills of the same prompt by different author!anons are allowed.
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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."
• Put [GEN] before GEN prompts, just so you don't get unwanted shipping.
• Use appropriate warnings. I'm trusting you all to know what that means.
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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

Fill: Unprompted: [RPF] Larry/Jim, Ben/Jim NC-17 (violence, non-con later on) 10

[balinese-baby.livejournal.com]

When Larry finally left the offices of Willbond Industries he was in a much happier frame of mind. The older man had remained silent during his tale and had silenced his son’s loud protests with a wave of his hand. Once Larry had finished telling all he knew, the man had turned to look at his son and heir with an extremely sad look on his face. You could see that he was shocked with what he had heard. Ordering his son to remain were he was, he had got to his feet and escorted Larry down to the foyer, telling him on the way to keep him informed on Jim’s condition and that if they needed anything to not think twice about contacting him. He would do all he could to make it up to Jim.

Arriving at the hospital, Larry was surprised to find out that the taxi fare had already been paid for, the cabby telling him that he’d been told to charge it to the Willbond Industries account. Entering the building, he made his way through the foyer and out into the corridor that ran the entire length of the main building. He’d been walking for nearly ten minutes before he finally reached the doors that guarded the ward where he’d left Jim the night before. Pausing to get his breath back, Larry pressed his finger on the bell at the side of the door and waited for a nurse to come and answer his summons. When the door was opened, he found himself face to face with a very pretty little brunette nurse. Giving her one of his better smiles he asked her if she could let him in to see Mr Howick. On hearing Jim’s name, she gave him a hard look and asked him to wait while she went and got Sister. When she returned, Larry was relieved to see that the woman she’d brought with her was the same one as he’d met the previous afternoon. Seeing him, she gave him a smile and welcomed him into the ward.

Walking with him to the nurse’s station, she told Larry that Jim had been asking for him. He was also in a lot of pain but had refused to take anything until he came. Frowning in concern, he asked the Sister if he was still in the same room. Looking up she nodded, a smile coming to her lips when Larry asked her if she could bring Jim in some pain relief, he would make sure that he took whatever drug the hospital suggested he took.

Arriving at the door to the side ward, he looked in through the small viewing window and smiled to himself. Jim was led back against the pillows, his eyes closed and a pair of headphones in his ears. The fingers of his left hand tapping against the magazine that one of the nurses had given him to take his mind off of the pain. Tapping his hand against the door, Larry entered the room. Jim still hadn’t realised he was there. Crossing the room, Larry stopped and looked at him. He didn’t look as bad as he had the day before; his skin didn’t look as grey and pinched.

Not wanting to scare the man, Larry eased his way around the bed and touched his left hand, watching as Jim’s eyes shot open and he instinctively pressed back against the pillows. Seeing who it was, Jim smiled, not a big smile but at least it was a smile. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, Larry glanced over at his right arm. It was resting on a couple of pillows but it had now been cleaned and dressed, and swathed in pristine white bandages. Leaning over, he pressed a chaste kiss to Jim’s cheek before pulling back and giving him another smile, before taking his left hand in his right giving it a gentle squeeze.

They remained sat like that for a few minutes, just looking into each others eyes. It wasn’t very long afterwards that the Sister arrived, carrying a small plastic cup which contained a couple of strong painkillers. Taking the cup from her, Larry gave her a smile before he turned to Jim. Upturning the cup, he handed Jim the pills and then getting to his feet, he stepped over to the bedside cabinet and poured some water into the cup from a jug that was stood there. Then he returned to sit down next to him, giving him a hug, he told Jim to take the pills, and once he’d popped them into his mouth, he lifted the cup to his mouth so he could swallow the pills. Once he’d done that, Larry settled himself back against the pillows, and then cuddled Jim in against his chest. Within half an hour both of them were sound asleep.

Re: Fill: Unprompted: [RPF] Larry/Jim, Ben/Jim NC-17 (violence, non-con later on) 10

[(Anonymous)]

1) Here is the awesome chocolate cake I promised you *hands over 7-layer cake of awesomeness*

2) Awwww. I love that things are looking up for Jim and Larry. I wonder what Willbond Sr. is going to do to Willbond Jr. I am still loving this fic :)

Fill: Unprompted: [RPF] Larry/Jim, Ben/Jim NC-17 (violence, non-con later on) 11

[balinese-baby.livejournal.com]

In the six months that had past since he’d left the hospital, Jim had discovered what it was like not to have a possessive boyfriend watching everything he said and did. And he had to admit that he liked it a lot. He hadn’t had this much freedom since he had started work for Willbond Industries, and he was still finding it hard to get use to it.

In the days that had followed Ben’s attack on him, he had been forced to evaluate just what he wanted out of life. Ben’s father had come in to see him and had spent a whole afternoon questioning him about what had happened. By the time Larry had arrived at the hospital to see him, Mr Willbond had come to understand that his son and heir wasn’t the man he’d thought he was. It was then that he’d asked Jim if he would do him the biggest favour he’d ever asked anyone to do. He’d asked him not to press charges against Ben. It was then that Larry had blown his top, why shouldn’t Jim press charges, Ben had committed a criminal act, he could be charged with at least GBH for what he had done.

Bowing his head, Ben’s father paused for a moment before once more lifting his head, both men were surprised to see he had tears in his eyes. It was now he had as good as got down on his knees and begged. Giving Jim a pleading look, he explained that if Jim did not to press charges, he would send Ben over to America to work in the New York office and he would make sure that he never darkened his doorstep ever again. He would also find someway of compensating Jim for all he had suffered. For a few moments Jim watched the man, and then with a soft smile, he leant forward and taking the man’s hand in his told him that he wouldn’t press charges.

When he’d left the hospital Jim had moved in with Larry, but very soon they had found that his tiny flat just wasn’t big enough for two people to live comfortably in. They had searched the property pages in the local paper for a larger flat, but they just didn’t have enough money to rent anything bigger. It was during this time that Jim had returned to work, his need for money more important than his need to be fully recovered. He found the going hard, but he knew that if they were going to raise enough money to find a new home, he had to do it. When Mr Willbond discovered this, he sent his secretary down to collect Jim and bring him back to his office on the third floor. Once he’d discovered just why he had come back, he’d sent him back home with strict instructions to stay there until he was told he could return to work by the doctor. He also told him to leave everything to him, he would find them a new flat. It was the least he could do after what Ben had done.

And he had.

Now they had a new flat, one that looked out over the river, one whose peppercorn rent included not only the council tax but all of the utilities as well. Both of them knew that this was Mr Willbond’s way of thanking them for not pressing charges. And it wasn’t until one of Jim’s colleagues in the legal department later mentioned it that they discovered that when Mr Willbond Senior died the flat would be theirs, Ben couldn’t touch it.

Larry glanced at the clock on the office wall, it was nearly one o’clock and he was eager to get down to the coffee shop for his lunch. Leaving the building, he wove his way through the crowded streets, his mind set on getting his lunch. Opening the café door, he saw that his usual table was already occupied, but that didn’t worry him. Stopping at the table, he looked down at the person who was there and smiled. And Jim smiled back.

The End.

Re: Fill: Unprompted: [RPF] Larry/Jim, Ben/Jim NC-17 (violence, non-con later on) 11

[(Anonymous)]

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A beautiful ending to a beautiful story. I have looked forward to finding more fills for this fic everyday. I am so glad to be in the presence of such awesomeness.

I hope you enjoyed the 7-layer chocolate cake of awesomeness :)

Re: Fill: Unprompted: [RPF] Larry/Jim, Ben/Jim NC-17 (violence, non-con later on) 11

[wniny.livejournal.com]

I am so happy that everything worked out! And I knew one could trust Mr. Willbond Sr.... I hope that Ben got a horrible life after that. >:(

And... oh, it's just so lovely! Thank you, it was all so pretty. (and Jim/Lary is a great pairing!)