Historical AU Tuesday
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fabrisse and today's theme is Historical AUs. Prompts can be any historical or “out of time” scenario. If you want the Scarlet Pimpernel working to save people from ISIS in the present day, go for it. It’s an AU for them. More conventionally, how would some of our present day characters handle working in another era. Would Jared Padalecki, Jensen Ackles, and Misha Collins work well with Ben Jonson or David Garrick? Or you can transpose an entire fictional universe to another place in time.
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...
Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles, Cameron/John Connor, the only way to fix the timeline is to go far enough back. The Jamestown Colony should do it.
Kingsman: The Secret Service, Any, The founding of Kingsman during the Roaring Twenties
Profit, Jim Profit, He would have been right at home among the self-made men of the Gilded Age
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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fabrisse and today's theme is Historical AUs. Prompts can be any historical or “out of time” scenario. If you want the Scarlet Pimpernel working to save people from ISIS in the present day, go for it. It’s an AU for them. More conventionally, how would some of our present day characters handle working in another era. Would Jared Padalecki, Jensen Ackles, and Misha Collins work well with Ben Jonson or David Garrick? Or you can transpose an entire fictional universe to another place in time.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...
Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles, Cameron/John Connor, the only way to fix the timeline is to go far enough back. The Jamestown Colony should do it.
Kingsman: The Secret Service, Any, The founding of Kingsman during the Roaring Twenties
Profit, Jim Profit, He would have been right at home among the self-made men of the Gilded Age
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.
tag=Historical AUs
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Date: 2016-09-20 11:28 am (UTC)Learn more about LiveJournal Ratings in FAQ (https://www.dreamwidth.org/support/faqbrowse?faqid=303).
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Date: 2016-09-20 12:18 pm (UTC)Fill. Stargate: Atlantis, Janus, Melia, Moros, John Sheppard, Elizabeth Weir. Royalty!AU.
Date: 2016-09-27 02:26 am (UTC)And Janus, so earnest, asked, “Why?”
“You cannot save everyone.”
“Ah, so the Council admits that they have lost faith in my work.”
She sighed, “I did not say that,” and then, “We must evacuate. There is simply no possibility of our winning this war.”
“Yes, there is. Look at him, Melia!”
“Colonel Sheppard is here because we chose to leave, to take ourselves back to our First Home and live with our kin.”
Janus smiled at her gently, his eyes clouded, and cupped her cheek. “I will try to be restrained, but I cannot condone our running and hiding. This is our home, Atlantis is our home. I will not lose her,” he told her.
Then, he stroked her cheek with his thumb, turned and left, and Melia could feel the distance between them grow.
She watched them in the days that followed though, watched how Janus protected Sheppard and taught him; how Janus would catch her out of the corner of an eye and give her the same broken look she'd seen all too much through their lives.
Strong and yet... he was more brittle than any of them had realized.
“Okay, so the universe is just a bunch of layers all sitting together like a book, and every choice we make shifts the pages?”
The analogy made Janus brighten and she wrapped her fingers around her necklace, worrying the stone that hung there. Were that their mother had lived longer, were that her death not sent Janus into a place where time was something to be studied... She stifled the sigh: it wouldn't do either of them well to wish for their lives to have been different.
An answer about time and space and dimension had her quietly moving away, lest she hear anything that would need reporting; her feet dragged some as she made her way to the near balcony, needing fresh air and some time to think.
“You've been watching Janus?”
Melia startled, but relaxed once she caught sight of their father. The old man had settled onto one of the benches, looking out at the rush of the water.
“Yes.”
“Good. What is he doing?”
This time she didn't cut off her sigh, and reminded Moros, “I am not his keeper,” as she sat beside him.
“I could appoint you as his keeper.”
“You could try, but we both know that he would only run from us more. It is only be design that we know of his experiments. Imagine if he were truly to hide them from us.”
Moros snorted. “I have.”
“You know he will send Colonel Sheppard back to his time.”
“Yes.” He could admit to that much without injuring his pride. “I would expect no less from him.”
“It does not solve the problem of controlling Janus,” which honestly, Melia did not think feasible—he was wily, he was stubborn, and most of all, he was brilliant beyond measure.
Janus was their Chief Scientist for a reason.
“It is not controlling him that I need, it is taming.”
(John went home, but Elizabeth soon arrived, capturing Janus' attention in ways that made Melia nervous and for good reason.
As it turned out, to tame Janus only made him more dangerous.)
Re: Fill. Stargate: Atlantis, Janus, Melia, Moros, John Sheppard, Elizabeth Weir. Royalty!AU.
Date: 2016-09-27 02:43 am (UTC)Look at you, back from the road and already writing hard and taking names. :D
Re: Fill. Stargate: Atlantis, Janus, Melia, Moros, John Sheppard, Elizabeth Weir. Royalty!AU.
Date: 2016-09-29 02:01 am (UTC)Which is something I got to think a lot about on the journey home. :p
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Date: 2016-09-20 12:19 pm (UTC)Fill: Trouble 1/2
Date: 2017-10-07 12:30 pm (UTC)Smiling slightly, Tony waited for Abby to get ready, before he changed his playing to accompany her singing. Abby was three songs in her set-list, when Tony felt a chill running down his back. Trusting his gut he looked away from his piano.
Two men had entered his Saloon, no regulars. He had never seen them in town before. By now most of the patrons were staring at the newcomers. Abby had even stopped singing.
Tony stood up, in case he was needed. The older of the men took a look around. His gaze settled on Ziva, who was serving drinks. She worked for Tony as a barmaid and performer, just like Abby did.
The way Ziva backed away from the unfamiliar men made Tony uncomfortable. She clearly knew them.
"Ziva!" the older man shouted, followed by a rant in a language Tony didn't understand.
With a few more steps Tony managed to place himself between Ziva and the two strangers. "I must ask you to stop harassing my employee." he told them. "Please leave my establishment."
The older man sneered. "Not without this ungrateful runaway." He tried to get past Tony to grab Ziva.
By now Abby had left the stage and was embracing Ziva from behind. Out of the corner of his eyes Tony could see Jimmy, his Barkeeper, moving towards the backdoor. Hopefully he would get some help. For now, Tony concentrated on keeping the men away from Ziva.
The rest of the patrons had gone silent. Their focus was on the confrontation in the middle of the room.
From the things Ziva had shared with Abby and himself, Tony guessed the older man was Ziva's father. Who had sold his own daughter to a brothel as a business bargain.
Tony was holding his ground until he saw Jimmy coming back. Then he allowed himself to relax a little bit. Especially since Jimmy was followed by Sheriff Gibbs and his Deputy McGee. Gibbs came up to the group while McGee stayed behind a little.
"DiNozzo", the Sheriff nodded his greeting.
Re: Fill: Trouble 2/2
Date: 2017-10-07 12:30 pm (UTC)The man, who Tony assumed was Ziva's father, was angrily glaring at the newcomer.
"What do you want? I have no time for talking." He turned his glare to Ziva. "I wasted too much time following this little runaway. I need to take her back."
"You SOLD me!" It was the first thing Ziva said. She sounded more angry than scared.
The sheriff inclined his head. "If this happened, you lost all rights. Leave her alone."
Tony had trouble hiding his grin. "Leave my establishment, now. And don't come back, you are banned."
Ziva's father was glaring at Tony and Gibbs, but he was leaving, for now. Just as Tony started to relax a little bit, the younger man, who had been silent the entire time, suddenly drew his gun, aiming at the young Deputy who had joined Abby in comforting Ziva.
Following old instincts Tony had his own gun in his hand without really thinking about it. Two shots rang through the Saloon and the man dropped to the ground.
Next to Tony Gibbs cocked his gun again. "Freeze!" he bellowed at Ziva's father. The old man was scowling, but he followed Gibbs' orders.
McGee reacted. He moved to cuff the older man. Meanwhile the towns doctor, who had been at the bar, looked the shot man over.
After McGee had escorted Ziva's father out to be placed in jail, Gibbs focused at the doctor. "Duck?" he asked.
Doctor Mallard shook his head. "I am afraid this young man does not fall into my care. He is most assuredly a customer for Tom."
While Sheriff Gibbs and Doctor Mallard were looking for the undertaker, Tony was checking in with Ziva and Abby, making sure they were alright.
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Date: 2016-09-20 12:21 pm (UTC)Fill 1/2: SGA, McShep
Date: 2016-09-20 01:49 pm (UTC)Rodney wasn't a soldier by trade, wasn't even American, was Canadian, had been studying at a college in Boston when the war broke out. What had started as a casual suggestion to his classmate Evan - formerly an art major, now Major Lorne - about how to increase the efficiency of a cannon had turned into him wearing a blue uniform and carrying a rifle.
And now he was running through the woods, trying to pick up Teyla's trail. She had the plans for the new gun ships, and Rodney needed them if his engineers wanted any hope in hell of getting one built in time.
Rodney paused, fumbled his map and compass out of his satchel, spun around to orient himself.
A rifle report split the air.
Fire exploded in Rodney's shoulder. He hit the ground with a cry, and someone yelled, "Got him!"
"Find him, bring him back alive," someone else ordered. "Colonel Sumner wants to make an example of him."
Rodney lay on his back, dazed and whimpering in pain. No. He had to move. He recognized those Southern drawls. Rebels. They were looking for him. They must have captured Teyla and tortured her into telling them about him. He tried to push himself up, but agony bloomed in his right shoulder once more. Dammit. He was right-handed.
He tried to roll onto his left side, but that was no good, because then his left hand was trapped under him, and he needed it to push himself up.
A hand closed over his mouth. Rodney screamed behind it.
"No, shush, please."
Rodney stared up at the gray-uniformed soldier in horror. The man was young, a couple of years younger than Rodney. He had dark hair and dark eyes, and blood was trickling down his forehead from beneath his gray cap.
"I can't let them find me." The man had a revolver in one hand, and he cast a wild look about. He leaned in and breathed in Rodney's ear. "I need to bind up your wound so they can't follow a blood trail. Stay quiet."
The man eased his hand off of Rodney's mouth, then rooted around in his satchel. He bound up Rodney's shoulder with efficiency and skill that spoke of much practice, and then he helped Rodney to his feet.
"This way," the Rebel soldier said. He turned again, scanned the forest around them. He had curiously pointy ears, like an elf. Rodney's sister Jeannie would have called him a changeling. He was as beautiful as fae.
And obviously Rodney was in a lot of pain, because his thoughts were madness.
But the Rebel soldier kept an arm around Rodney, let Rodney lean on him, and together they hobbled through the woods. Rodney had no idea where he was going, had lost his map and compass in the shooting earlier, but the Rebel seemed to know where he was going, because they skirted around a wide old oak and the Rebel muttered, "There it is."
There was a hillside covered with greenery. The Rebel helped Rodney hobble to it, and then he reached out and reached in to the greenery - and swept it aside like a curtain.
It was a cave.
“We can hunker down here and wait till they pass,” the Rebel said. He helped ease Rodney down onto the dirt floor, and then he sat down beside him. He let the greenery fall back into place, so the cave was terribly dim. He arranged the greenery just so so he could peek out without disturbing it, and then he sank back against the wall, fished in his satchel for some food.
“Why did you save me?” Rodney asked.
“Two men will confuse the hounds, if they break them out,” the Rebel said. “How’s your shoulder feel?”
“Like I’ve been shot,” Rodney snapped.
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Date: 2016-09-20 01:50 pm (UTC)“If you would let me go, I can get back to my camp and get proper medical attention,” Rodney said.
The Rebel gnawed on some dried meat. “Can’t let you go till they pass us by. Sumner’s men are good soldier, but not the brightest. They won’t think to double back.”
Rodney straightened up. “And if I alert them to our presence?”
“They’ll kill us both.” The Rebel’s eyes gleamed in the darkness. “I’m the best chance you have of surviving.”
“I won’t talk,” Rodney said.
“About what?” The Rebel asked, amused.
“About our plans.”
“Wasn’t about to ask.”
“Oh.” Rodney peered at the Rebel some more. It was hard to make out much in the dimness. Judging by the insignias on his uniform, he was also a major. “Why are Sumner’s men after you?”
“Philosophical disagreement,” the Rebel said flatly.
“Pretty violent disagreement,” Rodney observed.
The Rebel said nothing.
“Are you looking to defect?” Rodney asked, after the silence got long and awkward.
The Rebel huffed. “No.”
“What about -”
“Stay quiet, if that’s possible for you. Till the searchers past.”
“What happens after that?”
“I run,” the Rebel said.
“What about me?” Rodney protested.
The Rebel shrugged. “You can keep doing whatever you were doing.”
Teyla. Rodney had to get to Teyla. He struggled to his feet. “No, I can’t wait. I have to -”
The Rebel was on his feet in an instant. He caught Rodney’s good shoulder and spun him around. “No, you can’t go out there.”
“Are you going to stop me?” Rodney demanded. “Are you going to kill me after all?” He started for the green curtain.
The Rebel sighed. “No. Please -”
Rodney reached for the curtain of green. The Rebel spun him around, pinned him against the wall. Rodney cried out when his shoulder hit the wall, and the Rebel dove at him, clamped his hand over Rodney’s mouth once more.
“Quiet!”
Rodney thought he could hear voices in the distance. He struggled, trying to ignore the blazing pain in his shoulder. The Rebel leaned in closer, and Rodney closed his eyes, ready for the bullet in his heart, the knife between his ribs, for -
The Rebel kissed him. The lips on Rodney’s were soft, warm. Gentle.
Rodney sagged back against the wall. He’d missed this, had avoided the camp girls like the plague - and some of them were plagued - and he’d endured jokes from the other soldiers about how he was a priest, a Canadian, a puritan, something.
Evan had never made fun of him. Evan had known, and had said nothing.
But Rodney had missed this, the weight of another man against him, the rasp of stubble on his skin, broad, strong hands at his hips.
The Rebel pulled back, and his eyes were wide.
“Stay quiet, please,” he breathed.
Rodney nodded breathlessly, and they stayed there, pressed against each other, listening to the voices grow louder, louder, and then quieter, quieter as the soldiers passed on.
“Is it safe?” Rodney asked.
The Rebel shook his head. “No. Give it fifteen more minutes. Markham’s terribly slow.”
Sure enough, about ten minutes later, they heard huffing and puffing. “Stackhouse, Dorsey, wait for me!”
After another five minutes, the Rebel stepped back, and Rodney immediately missed the warm press of him, his leanness beneath his uniform.
“So,” Rodney said. “Philosophical differences?”
“They shot Mitchell as soon as they caught us,” the Rebel said quietly. “I got away clean.” He scrubbed a hand over his face. “I wasn’t even in love with him, but he was nice. From Kansas. Farm boy. Family owned a decent-sized farm in Auburn. Nothing like any of the Sheppard plantations, but -” He fell silent. “I didn’t mean to be indecent with you, but I wanted you to stay quiet, and I didn’t want to hurt you. I don’t want to hurt anyone. But I’m the oldest son and Father was going to send a slave to fight in my place and -”
“If you noticed,” Rodney said quietly, “I kissed you back.”
The Rebel lifted his head, and the ghost of a smile curved his lips. “Yes, you did.”
“Help me with my mission,” Rodney said, “and I’ll get you a new uniform.”
The Rebel reached out, curled his fingers through Rodney’s. “My name is John.”
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Date: 2016-09-20 02:00 pm (UTC)Rodney, always the reluctant soldier. Love that he's looking for Teyla, and that his role is to help increase Northern weapons efficiency.
And poor John! (Well, poor Cam really.) Philosophical disagreement, for sure. I'm glad he found Rodney. Now that they're together they'll be an unstoppable force. Because smoochies! And hand-holding! And pretty elf-ears!
::grins:: Thank you so, so much for this!
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Date: 2016-09-20 02:54 pm (UTC)One of my first forays into fanfic was a Civil War AU, so I had to give this a shot.
Sorry, Cam.
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