Monday: Retro

[argentum-ls.livejournal.com]

Good Monday, everyone. I’m argentum_ls, back for another week of hosting, and I thought it would be fun to start by kicking the week off old school. Today's theme is retro. Prompts can focus on characters doing things the Good Ol' Fashioned Way or revisiting/adopting old styles.

The rules still haven't changed:

No more than five prompts in a row.

No more than three prompts in the same fandom.

No spoilers in prompts.

If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space.

Prompts should be formatted as follows:

Fandom, Character+/Character, Prompt

Some examples to get the ball rolling...

Highlander, Methos, He's accepted that Bell Bottoms keep coming back in, but no one could have prepared him to see the return of ____.

Teen Wolf, Any BHHS character(s), Finstock's "Best of the 80s" playlist becomes all the rage among the students and no one can believe that the adults know all the lyrics.

H2O: Just Add Water, ensemble, When full moon fever takes over, the girls find themselves stuck in a songfic.

Think all of today's prompts are so last year? Visit the lonely prompt archive and brighten someone’s day.

Have fun and happy Monday!

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Comments

[argentum-ls.livejournal.com]

Highlander, Methos, He's accepted that Bell Bottoms keep coming back in, but no one could have prepared him to see the return of ____.

[argentum-ls.livejournal.com]

Teen Wolf, Any BHHS character(s), Finstock's "Best of the 80s" playlist becomes all the rage among the students and no one can believe that the adults know all the lyrics.

[argentum-ls.livejournal.com]

H2O: Just Add Water, ensemble, When full moon fever takes over, the girls find themselves stuck in a songfic.

[ladyjane]

Mad Men/Bewitched any, Samantha
Darrrin Stevens is the new guy with the charming wife. One too many cocktails and a smooth talking ad man is getting a little too handsy.

No fill just a comment

[alba17.livejournal.com]

Oh. My. God. This is too perfect.

[mahmfic.livejournal.com]

Archer, Any, "So... not your father?"

[mahmfic.livejournal.com]

Archer, any, Archer forcing someone to watch every movie Bert Reynolds has ever made

[raja815.livejournal.com]

Star Trek, Kirk/Spock, traditional Vulcan garments

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

MCU, Tony(/any), "What's that noise? The hissing, whistling, crackling noise? A modem? No. Tony Stark doesn't do modems. I didn't do modems when they were new."

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Tortall, any, doing _____ the traditional way

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Any, any, what you need is a good, old fashioned _____

I went with 'murder.' *shrugs* Teen Wolf, AU, PG13

[tigriswolf]

(in this 'verse. Warnings for blood, death, gore, AU, major character death, and a dumb kid rationalizing away everything.)

...


Stiles wakes up to a howl thrumming in his bones. Dad’s asleep down the hall, home from a eighteen hour shift, and Stiles silently dresses before slipping out the window.

Peter is waiting at the edge of the preserve, smiling. “I have a gift for you,” he says, gently squeezing the back of Stiles’ neck.

“Another?” Stiles says, pressing up into the touch. “The insurance bastard was just a week ago.”

“I’ve been tracking them for over a month,” Peter tells him, tugging him into the preserve. “I remember them, their stench. They poured the gasoline.”

(screams wolfsbane fire)

Stiles snarls; Peter rumbles in reply and then they both go silent.

.

There are two drunk guys dancing around a fire. Their stench is in Stiles’ nightmares from Peter’s memories. When Stiles shifts, it’s not even consciously.

“Take your pick,” Alpha murmurs, stepping back.

The taller one laughs, throwing back another bottle of beer. His stench is stronger; he got closer to the house, that horrible night, so Stiles will leave him for Alpha. The smaller one bends down to grab a bottle and Stiles pounces.

Both of the men shout, but Stiles can’t hear them over the memory of fire roaring, of familypack screaming, and he doesn’t hesitate. The little guy’s blood is warm in his mouth, and bone splinters, tiny pricks that barely register on his gums, his tongue, down his throat.

The other one is screaming, begging, pleading, scrambling back on the dirt, eyes on Alpha. Alpha stalks forward, halfway into the shift, as far as Stiles has seen him go. Stiles licks his lips, watching avidly, and Alpha growls, “Watch and learn, beta. This is how we’re going to kill the Argents.”

With three kills in him, Stiles has been quick and messy. He watched Alpha tear the video guy apart, and it was nothing like this –

This is slow, calculating, and agonizing. The bastard can’t even whimper by the time Alpha is done.

Sunrise is an hour away when Alpha shifts back to Peter and gestures Stiles forward. “We’re taking them to the house,” Peter says. “We’ll burn them where we were burned.”

“Makes sense,” Stiles says, shrugging.

.

Dad gets up while Stiles is cooking breakfast. Dad’s still a bit sluggish but Stiles is wired. He took a scalding shower, scrubbed every inch of his skin, and burned his clothes miles away from where the scum was left smoldering in the ruins of the Hale house.

Dad knows something is up; of course he does. But Stiles starts rambling at him, and Dad chuckles, and there is simply no way Dad could ever guess the truth.

(Stiles doesn’t want him to guess the truth.)

.

(“You know what to do,” Alpha rumbles, eyes red as the blood he wants Stiles to spill.

Allison is whimpering as she regains consciousness.

“Do as I showed you,” Alpha croons, claws quivering as he restrains himself.

“Wha-what?” Allison mumbles, eyes blinking open for a second before closing again.

“Go wild, beta,” Alpha orders.

Alpha needs this. Alpha wants this.

(familypack
alpha)

Stiles snarls, “Argent.”)

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

MCU, Darcy/Loki and/or Jane/Thor, Going old-school Viking makes her/their knees weak

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Any, any/any, "Let us cavort like the Greeks of old... You know the ones I mean!

[tigriswolf]

Labyrinth/Chronicles of Narnia, Sarah + author’s choice, once a queen of goblins, always a queen of goblins

[tigriswolf]

Hansel & Gretel: Witch Hunters/any Jeremy Renner fandom, author’s choice, some things are hereditary

[tigriswolf]

Glee, Kurt + Schue, you should quit trying to relive your glory days and let us have our own

[tigriswolf]

Harry Potter, author's choice, the world where Luna Lovegood time travels and decides to adopt Tom Riddle

let's join forces, we've got our guns and horses

[bloodconfetti.livejournal.com]

It's uh... not technically complete, as I think I may eventually add bits about how Luna comes to actually adopt Tom and their life together, etc.

Sorry it's not quite what you asked for.

FIC (http://archiveofourown.org/works/756557) :)

[tigriswolf]

Teen Wolf (TV), Stiles + author's choice, Stiles does a little research and finds out that hunters and werewolves once had a treaty to police each other

(And he thinks about bringing it up with Derek or Allison's dad... but maybe too much has happened. Maybe things are too broken.

So instead he brings it up with Allison, because the only way things change is for the kids to stop following in their parents' footsteps and forge their own path.)

[samueljames]

Blue Bloods, Erin & Nicky, Erin takes her daughter to a New Kids On The Block concert.

No Fill,

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

But yes please!

[samueljames]

Southland, John/Ben, John teases Ben about looking like that kid from The OC.

[the-goren-show.livejournal.com]

"I do not."

"Yes, you do."

"No. I. Don't."

"Are you kidding me, Richie Rich? It's separated at birth territory."

"I do not look like the kid from The O.C.!"

"You keep telling yourself that, boot. No one's gonna believe you didn't climb off the TV screen and crawl into a uniform as Officer Ryan Atwood."

"Just drop it, Sir," Ben muttered in a warning tone that he knew wasn't going to do him a bit of good. No, he didn't actually expect John to drop it; that would be asking too much. Once John Cooper had an idea in his head he was like a pit bull. He just didn't let go. Pulling the squad door shut behind him, he sat and waited for the teasing that bordered on harassment to begin anew. It had already been a long week.

"Face it, Spago," John grunted as he eased himself into the driver's seat. "The only difference is the hair cut."

Ben chose to let this comment pass, setting his lips in a thin line as they got rolling once again, chasing the radio. He avoided doing anything that would attract his FTO's attention, focusing instead on being a cop. That usually silenced Cooper and it placated Ben as well to let his eyes sweep over the streets watching for the out of place and those in need. His concentration on the job was complete enough that it took the errant thought a few blocks to surface and it leapt to his lips before he could censor it, turning to favour John with an amused yet perplexed scowl.

"What the hell are you doing watching The O.C.?"

If his question threw John at all, the senior officer didn't even flinch. He flicked on the indicator to make a left turn, shoulder checking even as he shrugged off the loaded question.

"Insomnia."

Ben narrowed his eyes, already wise enough in the ways of his FTO to know two things for certain.

One, that was all the answer he was going to get.

Two, his week had just gotten even longer.

[samueljames]

Whitechapel, Chandler/Kent, Joe finds lots of classic music on Emerson's mp3 player like The Doors, Otis Redding, Dusty Springfield, The Clash, The Jam, The Sex Pistols, The Kinks or ELO (as examples doesn't have to be exactly the same as my Kent's musical tastes.)

No fic... yet.

[creepy_shetan]

I'm gonna have to write this one, too, haha.

I keep falling into your traps, but it's all right b/c the plot bunnies are playing nice... for the moment.

[mahmfic.livejournal.com]

any, any, oh my god this is so nostalgic

[mahmfic.livejournal.com]

Doctor Who, Any Doctor +/ Any Companions, "Um, you are wearing that?"

[mahmfic.livejournal.com]

Archer, Lana, she goes back wearing her old clothes and styling her hair in an afro

[creepy_shetan]

author's choice, author's choice, Everything comes back into style eventually. (or: When did my old stuff become "vintage"?)

Fill - Phineas and Ferb, Linda - "Vintage"

[winterjameson.livejournal.com]

Linda Flynn-Fletcher walked into the thrift store, smiling as she took in the mid-sized store that was off the beaten path. She liked to come by the place once or twice a month to check on their inventory; she’d found quite a few hidden gems for the antique store that way. There was a comfortable atmosphere she enjoyed as well as a friendly staff. The stop was definitely not an unwelcome chore.

The redheaded woman took her time wandering around, taking closer looks at anything that caught her eye. Her meanderings eventually brought her over to the clothing racks. She came across a rack full of wedding dresses first; she smiled as the silky fabric reminded her of her wedding to Lawrence, one of the happiest days of her life. Another rack full of holiday sweaters had her smiling for a different reason. She shook her head and resisted the urge to go through them.

Linda shook her head again as she walked up to the main racks. She snickered. She could tell the eighties were trying to make a comeback; she remembered wearing styles just like what she was looking at. Too bad people didn’t realize there was a reason they went out of style in the first place.

Her chuckles cut off abruptly when she brought her gaze up and saw the sign on top of the rack, however. Bright neon-colored letters in a rounded font tried to grab people’s attention by declaring “Check it out! It’s 80s VINTAGE!”. Below the bold words was the picture of someone who was far too familiar to Linda, someone she was sure the owners associated with a stereotypical 80s style. The almost shoulder-length red hair had been teased out to double its volume, a light blue with pink polka dot hair band sporting a large bow cocked to the left side. There were large gold hoop earrings dangling from the earlobes. There was a waist-length denim jacket with a few round pins on the collar over a tank top in two shades of purple that showed of a smooth, lean stomach. There was a light blue layered mini-skirt, fishnet stockings, and light purple leg warmers that matched on of the shades of the tank top. There were white clunky-heeled shoes. And there was a wide white belt with a huge buckle that said “toy”.

She was staring at Lindana.

“Oh my gosh,” Linda muttered, her eyes wide. “I’m vintage!”

All the wind was knocked out of her sails with that realization. She suddenly felt old. Shoulders drooping, she turned away from the clothing racks and began to head for the door. This shopping trip was over.

But before she could get more than a few steps away, a pair of energetic teenage girls rushed by her, their goal obviously the racks she wanted to leave behind. “Oh, yeah!” one of them exclaimed. “Vintage!”

“This is so cool!” the other girl agreed.

Linda paused and looked back over her shoulder just in time to see the first girl grab her friend’s shoulder and point at the sign. “Look at her!” she squealed. “She looks so good!”

“Let’s see if we can find stuff like that!” the other girl said.

Linda found herself grinning as the two teenagers started sorting through the racks. So she was cool, huh? She looked good? She could live with that.

With a light heart and an extra spring in her step, Linda headed out of the store. She was so going to treat herself to a double scoop blue moon ice cream cone. She was going to celebrate being iconically vintage.

[creepy_shetan]

author's choice, author's choice, _____ still has (and uses) a cassette tape Walkman