Friday: Masterpiece Theater

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Hi! I’m brumeier, and this week we’ve been filling TV-related themes. Thank you to everyone who participated with prompts and fills this week, we had an amazing turnout! Our final theme of the week is Masterpiece Theater. This is the land of the historical drama, so your prompts should be historical in nature. Anything from the Big Bang up through the 1990s (or maybe early 2000s?) would qualify.

Just a few rules:
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
Use the character's full names and fandom's full name for ease adding to the Lonely Prompts spreadsheet.
No spoilers in prompts for a month after airing, or use the spoiler cut option found here.
If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space, or use the spoiler cut.
If there are possible triggers in your story, please warn for them in the subject line!

Prompts should be formatted as follows: [Use the character's full names and fandom's full name]
Fandom, Character +/ Character, Prompt

Some examples to get the ball rolling...
+ Marvel Cinematic Universe, Steve Rogers (+/ any), time traveling to find Bucky

+ Hawaii Five-0, Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams, detectives in the 1950s

+ Supernatural, Sam Winchester + Dean Winchester, popular monster hunting team in 1940s creature features (please no Wincest)

+ Stargate Atlantis/Any, Evan Lorne +/ Any, meeting on the commune in the 1960s

We use AO3 to bookmark filled prompts. If you fill a prompt and post it to AO3 please add it to the Bite Sized Bits of Fic from 2016 collection. See further notes on this new option here.

Not feeling any of today’s prompts? Check out Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet 1 (not very current), Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet 2, or the Calendar Archives, or for more recent prompts, you can use LJ's advanced search options to find prompts to request and/or fill.

While the Lonely Prompts Spreadsheets and LJ's advanced search options are available, bookmarking the links of prompts you like might work better for searching for in the future.

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[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Marvel Cinematic Universe, Steve Rogers (+/ any), time traveling to find Bucky

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Hawaii Five-0, Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams, detectives in the 1950s

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Sam Winchester + Dean Winchester, popular monster hunting team in 1940s creature features (please no Wincest)

Not a fill

[vanillafluffy.livejournal.com]

The first thing that I thought of was all those old “Abbott and Costello Meet” (Frankenstein, the Wolfman, the Mummy, etc. I’m dating myself!

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis/Any, Evan Lorne +/ Any, meeting on the commune in the 1960s

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Father Brown, Father Brown + Inspector Mallory, one time the Inspector asked for Father Brown’s help even if he wasn’t gracious about it

[ami-ven.livejournal.com]

Any sci-fi fandom, ensemble, Age of Sail AU

[ami-ven.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay, regency romance

[ami-ven.livejournal.com]

Leverage, ensemble, "Let's go steal a Crusade."

[darkmoore.livejournal.com]

SGA, any, being transported into a time when Atlantis was still brand new

[vanillafluffy.livejournal.com]

Prodigal Son, Malcolm Bright +any, 1920’s New York

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Any K-pop/K-drama, Any, Korean War (1950-53)

Fill: Astro/Hotel Del Luna

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

On AO3 (https://archiveofourown.org/works/26410567)

It...got a little weird.

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Any, Any,

Take your blankets
Take your sons
Report to General Washington
We’ve got our rights and now it’s time to prove
(Bob Dorough – Schoolhouse Rock)

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, ensemble, Kingdom of Heaven (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kingdom_of_Heaven_(film)) fusion (knights and blacksmiths, okay?)

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Gundam Wing, Heero Yuy + Duo Maxwell, Nisei soldier and regular Yankee soldier during WWII

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Astro, ensemble, 100 Days My Prince (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/100_Days_My_Prince) fusion

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Marvel Cinematic Universe, Bucky Barnes +/ Steve Rogers, Paris in the 1920's

Fill 1/3: Gay Paree 'verse with bonus Evan/David and John/Rodney

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Steve sat on the low stone wall that ran along the Porte des Étoiles promenade, sketchbook in his lap. He’d never been much for landscapes, preferring the more dynamic human form with its infinite variety and expression.

He was sketching Evan at the moment, who in turn was doing a portrait of a pair of young girls who couldn’t stop giggling. Quick sidewalk portraits and beautifully painted landscapes were how Evan made money, but Steve was sketching just for himself.

It had been a while since Steve could indulge in the scratch of pencil on paper, lines and shading, form and perspective. He liked how easy it was to lose himself in it, all his focus on the subject of the sketch while the sounds and smells of Paris moved around him like water around stones in a river.

Steve’s decision not to go back to Los Angeles with Tony after their tour of Norway had been difficult, for both of them. But they’d always known the score, known what was between them was merely temporary. Pepper would look after Tony, and Steve would look after himself, and they’d still be friends.

“You make me look better than I really am,” Evan said, startling Steve out of his thoughts.

He was standing beside the wall, leaning over just a little to see what Steve had gotten done.

“Are you fishing for compliments?” Steve teased. “David not showing you enough appreciation?”

Evan blushed, but there was no hiding the dimples. Steve was a little jealous of his new friend, and the solid relationship he was in. Being alone was hard. Sleeping alone was harder. Steve had gotten accustomed to having Tony in his bed and missed him fiercely most nights.

“I’m packing it in for the day,” Evan said. “Give me a hand?”

Steve obligingly shut his sketchbook and slipped it into his bag, which he then slung across his chest. He helped Evan pack up his easel and put all the paintings back in the carry box.

“Come back with me,” Evan said. “David’s making a cassoulet. We’ll have more food than we need.”

Steve readily agreed, even though Evan was the real chef of the two. But David’s cooking was getting better, and it was hard to mess up a cassoulet.

It was a pleasant walk back to Rue de Pégase, where Evan and David’s apartments were. Steve carried the easel and Evan carried the paintings box, and they talked about this and that as they went. There was an art exhibit coming up at the Galerie d’art contemporain Boivin, which Evan was keen to attend.

David greeted them at the door, taking the box from Evan and pushing a glass of wine in his hand.

“I’m glad you could join us,” he said to Steve. “Can I get you something to drink? We still have that bottle of bourbon.”

“Yeah. Thank you.”

Steve had brought the bourbon on a previous evening, and either David and Evan didn’t like it, or they saved it for the times Steve came for dinner. Either way, he was glad to have it.

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Stargate Multiverse, any, Paris in the 1920's

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Good Omens, Aziraphale/Crowley, shenanigans through the ages

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Assassin's Creed, Ezio Auditore +/ Leonardo da Vinci, historically accurate shenanigans

[darkmoore.livejournal.com]

MCU, Pepper Potts/Tony Stark,
She had two babies
One was six months one was three
In the war of '44
Every telephone ring
Every heartbeat stinging
When she thought it was God calling her
Oh, would her son grow to know his father
Paula Cole - I don't want to wait

[sherlockian-syn.livejournal.com]

Marvel Cinematic Universe, ensemble, 1920's speakeasy AU

Fill 1/2: Tony Stark/Stephen Strange with bonus Rhodey (Gay Paree 'verse)

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Tony brooded.

It wasn’t easy to do considering the festive air in Midnight in Paris. The band was playing a lively jazz tune, the illegal booze was flowing freely, and if Tony had shown the slightest bit of interest he’d have had his pick of any of the women present, regardless of whether or not they were already spoken for.

“You gotta be a wet blanket tonight?” Rhodey asked. “These people didn’t come to see morose Tony Stark.”

“I’m buying drinks, aren’t I?” Tony countered without any real heat. “Shut up.”

“Stark, you’re an actor. Can’t you at least fake being happy for a while?”

“No.”

The break-up with Steve hadn’t been unexpected, but Tony was taking it harder than he thought he would. Maybe because Steve hadn’t been with him on account of his Tinseltown fame. It had been both deeper and more shallow than that. Complicated. That’s what it was. Complicated as hell.

Maybe he should’ve taken Steve to Venice instead of Oslo.

If Tony was going to be alone, he’d rather it be in a room full of people. Even if that room was in Rhodey’s stupidly named blind pig, which was full of flappers and jazz musicians and men who’d stripped down to their shirtsleeves to cut it up on the dance floor.

Tony tipped back his glass, finishing his drink. “Another,” he said.

“You looking to empty a whole bottle tonight?” Rhodey asked, even as he pulled out the champagne.

“I’m the one who supplies it,” Tony reminded him. “May as well enjoy it, too.”

Rhodey rolled his eyes. He poured the champagne, poured the orange juice, and garnished with an orange rind before setting it in front of Tony.

“What are you drinking?” asked the man who slid onto the stool next to Tony’s.

“I call it a Paris Sunrise,” Rhodey said.

“You’ve never even been to Paris,” Tony said, just to be contradictory.

“I’ll take one of those.”

The man slapped some money on the bar, and Tony couldn’t help noticing the tremble in his hands. He was also wearing a high-end suit, blue with a bold herringbone pattern, and the money clip he’d pulled out of his pocket was gold with a sizeable emerald affixed to it.

“Little ostentatious for a blind pig, aren’t you?” Tony asked. “You a stoolie?”

“A surgeon, actually.”

“I played a surgeon once,” Tony remembered. “You ever see Dr. Watson’s Secret? I got a lot of good press from that one.”

“I don’t care for motion pictures,” the surgeon replied. He took a sip of his drink and made a face. “This is disgusting!”

Tony grinned. “More for me!”

He picked up the man’s champagne flute and downed the fizzy drink all in one go and followed it up with a modest belch.

“Real classy,” Rhodey said with a frown.

“I’ll take a Brandy Alexander, please.”

Tony studied his new drinking companion with renewed interest. He didn’t like movies, which meant he probably didn’t know how famous Tony was. And Tony’s wealth wouldn’t matter much to a man sporting decorative gemstones on something that spent most of the time unseen in his pocket. It was almost enough to make Tony regret the belch. Almost.

He wanted to ask about the shaky hands, and how a surgeon could be expected to slice people open with such a tremor, but he wasn’t quite drunk enough to cross that kind of line. Tony could see some scars, thought maybe –

“Car accident,” the man said. He took a sip of his Brandy Alexander and nodded appreciatively.

“What’s that?”

[sherlockian-syn.livejournal.com]

Astro, Lee Dongmin|Cha Eunwoo +/ Park Minhyuk|Rocky, The Time Traveler's Wife (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Time_Traveler%27s_Wife) fusion

Filled

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26487502

[sherlockian-syn.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay, 1950's hardboiled detective AU

[sherlockian-syn.livejournal.com]

Sherlock, Sherlock Holmes +/ John Watson, London during World War II AU

Fill:

[thesmallhobbit.livejournal.com]

“You’re later than I expected,” Sherlock said, looking up briefly before turning his concentration back to the notes he was making. “Bad shift?”

“Much the same as usual, there’s never a good shift at the moment. We do what we can to patch people up physically, but there’s nothing we can do to take away the pain when we tell them their mother, sister or neighbour didn’t make it. And then when I finally finished, I found there was debris from one of the bombed houses completely blocking the main road, so I had to come the long way round. Is there anything you want me to do, or can I just go to bed?”

“I shall be going out soon, but I don’t need you to come with me. You’d be better getting some sleep. Oh, and Mrs Hudson has left either supper or breakfast for you, I’m not sure which.”

“Where is she? Is she okay?”

“Oh, yes. She was sleeping in the shelter and then said she’d queue for bread first thing. She was muttering something about ration cards, so I gave her what I could find.”

“Have you given Lestrade back his?”

“It wasn’t his – it was a forgery, so no.”

“You mean, you’ve used it?”

“Why not? I find the extra food useful for those who can’t get cards.”

“Don’t tell me. I don’t want to know. Just be careful you don’t get yourself arrested.”

“Mycroft finds the information I obtain very useful, and I don’t think he’s too worried about how I get it.”

“Are you any closer to finding who’s responsible for those leaks?”

“Yes. The net is drawing much tighter. I have a few ends to fasten off and then tonight we should be able to catch all our fish.”

“Good. In which case I shall leave you to your fishing, and I shall grab some sleep before I go back to the hospital and start trying to put people back together again.”

[sherlockian-syn.livejournal.com]

Any, any m/m, The General by Dispatch (https://youtu.be/GdAlCXNPlCk) fusion (lyrics (https://genius.com/Dispatch-the-general-lyrics))

Fill: MCU, civil war AU (but not the movie, the actual war), also oops no slash

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

“There was a decorated general with a heart of...gold,” Sam began, strumming at his guitar.

Rhodey shot a glance at General Fury’s tent. “Gold?”

“It makes for a good song,” Sam protested.

T’Challa reached up and adjusted his cap, his expression skeptical, but said nothing.

Sam kept on playing. “With past battles won and lost and legends of old. A seasoned veteran in his own time.”

They were huddled around the campfire, waiting for the water to boil so they could make a meal.

No one was talking about the battle from earlier that day. Long after the horns for retreat had sounded and the cannons had stopped booming, they’d been on the field, helping retrieve bodies and lay them out respectfully, identify them where they could so they could be shipped back to their families for burial or, if not, laid to rest on the edge of the battlefield.

“On the battlefield he gained respectful fame,” Sam sang on, and Erik nodded, because that was accurate.

“With many medals of bravery and stripes to his name, he grew a beard as soon as he could to cover the scars on his face,” Sam continued.

“Hold up,” W’Kabi said. “He doesn’t have scars on his face.”

“And he makes no attempt to hide his eye-patch,” T’Challa added.

“He does have an eye-patch, though,” Erik said.

Sam just looked at them.

Rhodey gestured for him to keep playing.

Sam resumed strumming, and really, his dexterity on the strings was impressive.

Sam started again, from the top, and almost made it to the send of the first verse, “And always urged his men on.”

Nakia and Okoye immediately protested, shoving at him and making grabs for his guitar. They’d both cut their hair and bound their chests and donned blue uniforms to help free their sisters in the south, but they would be damned before they’d let anyone forget who they really were.

“Sorry, sorry! I was just working with what fit the rhythm,” Sam protested.

T’Challa eventually took pity on him and at least rescued his guitar.

Rhodey, the only one of them who was married, finished cooking supper and distributed it among them.

After the meal, they played a game of chances to decide who would take which watch shifts, and then T’Challa and Sam (and his guitar) took up posts and the rest settled down to sleep.

In the morning, Nakia and Okoye roused the camp, and they saluted General Fury as he stepped out of his tent.

The rest of the troops assembled for muster, proud ranks ready to go out and fight.

General Fury stood before them in the gray morning light, and he said,

“Get out of here. You’re young. You have lives to live. Those kids on the other side, they’re young like you. They’ve got mothers waiting for them to come home, same as you. This fight ain’t worth fighting. So - take a shower. Shine your shoes. And get going.”

Rhodey stared at him.

Sam stared at him.

They all stared at him.

“Sir,” Erik protested.

He said, “Go now, you are forgiven.”

He turned and scooped up his rifle, checked that it was locked and loaded, made sure he had ammo and powder, and then he turned and marched.

They looked at each other. And then Sam scooped up his guitar, and T’Challa reached for Nakia’s hand, and they all lowered their rifles, and they vanished into the graying dawn.

In the distance, they could hear the old general singing,

Go now, you are forgiven.