Martes: Period Dramas

[little-huntress.livejournal.com]

Hello, everyone. I’m little_huntress and today's theme is PERIOD DRAMAS. Prompts can be about your favorite period drama fandoms, perhaphs a historical AU, a prompt about vampires in the 60's, or really, anything that occurs to you as long as is set in another era 😉

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...
+ Call the Midwife, Shelagh/Patrick, spending time as a family.
+ MCU, Any, Pride and Prejudice AU.
+ Vikings, Lagertha, power.

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tag=perioddramas

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[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Stargate Multiverse, Any, working on a 1950s sci-fi television show

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Hawaii Five-0, Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams, Xena: Warrior Princess AU

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Marvel Cinematic Universe, Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes, the world's scrawniest Sentinel (pre-WWII)

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay, Robin Hood AU

Filled

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

"Are you here to murder me? Because I'm just about to make a significant scientific breakthrough," Rodney said.

The handsome rogue on the windowsill looked perplexed. "No," he said slowly. "Mostly I'm just here to relieve you of your money, some precious goods, and food and alcohol to feed my band of merry men and also distribute to some of the poor, and then I'll be on my way."

Rodney took the rogue in, his green tunic, his shapely calves in his green leggings, the feather in his cap. "You're Jack Hood."

"We'll go with that," the man said slowly. "So you carry on with your science, and I'll just head for your food stores, and we can both enjoy our evenings."

"Are you not Jack Hood?" Rodney narrowed his eyes.

"It's not what I call myself." The man pulled himself all the way into Rodney's chamber and shook himself out. He was armed with a dagger, a sword, and a bow and arrows. "Let me guess, food stores are down below?"

"I'm not going to help you rob my household," Rodney snapped.

"I'm not robbing, I'm just - redistributing. No one will be left wanting. Although perhaps the fair Maid Meredith will be left wanting my company." The man winked and started for the door.

Rodney spluttered indignantly. "For the last time, Meredith is not per se a maid's name, and I prefer to go by Rodney."

The man paused, looked Rodney up and down. "You're Meredith?"

"What if I am? You shall not find me wanting for your company," Rodney said, clutching his quill to his chest defensively.

The man prowled closer to Rodney. "Methinks the gentleman doth protest too much."

Rodney stood up, backed away, hit the wall.

The man was pressed right up against him, looking into his eyes. "You are very fair. The legends were right about that."

"Legends?" Rodney echoed.

The man nodded, leaned in. "Yes, legends. About your beauty - the sky blue of your eyes, your golden curls. Your supple body."

"You are Jack Hood, aren't you?"

"You can call me John Sheppard," the man said, leaned in, and kissed him.

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Any, any m/m, Disco 70s

[vanillafluffy.livejournal.com]

MCU, any, Victorian murder-mystery.

[vanillafluffy.livejournal.com]

MCU, Thor and Loki, actual Vikings.

[vanillafluffy.livejournal.com]

Leverage, ensemble, Wild West AU

[tiramisunshine.livejournal.com]

Downton Abbey, Gwen Harding / Sybil Crawley, a home of their own

[tiramisunshine.livejournal.com]

Doctor Who, any, period-appropriate costume

[tiramisunshine.livejournal.com]

any, any, prohibition speakeasy au

[tiramisunshine.livejournal.com]

any period drama, any, modern day au

[tiramisunshine.livejournal.com]

Downton Abbey, the Crawley sisters, New York

[vanillafluffy.livejournal.com]

Hawaii 5-O, Steve McGarrett /+ Danny Williams, Route 66 AU

[vanillafluffy.livejournal.com]

MCU, Howard or Tony Stark + any, AU with actual Godzilla-type monsters (circa 1950s).

[little-huntress.livejournal.com]

Call the Midwife, Shelagh/Patrick, spending time as a family.

Fill: drabble

[thesmallhobbit.livejournal.com]

Shelagh sat down next to Patrick on the settee, and moved closer as he put his arm round her. She reached across him to retrieve her book and smiled as he kissed her head. A huff from the armchair alerted her to Timothy’s reaction, who simply grinned at her and muttered something about his father calling teenagers soppy. Shelagh was saved from replying by Angela demanding Timothy help her with the jigsaw she was trying to complete. Timothy got down on his hands and knees to give his little sister a hand, and Shelagh abandoned her book to watch them.

[little-huntress.livejournal.com]

MCU, Any, Pride and Prejudice AU.

[little-huntress.livejournal.com]

Vikings, Lagertha, power.

[4bdnsn0wflake.livejournal.com]

Ouran High School Host Club, all hosts, American 1960's flower children cosplay

[4bdnsn0wflake.livejournal.com]

Saiyuki, Sanzo ikkou(+any), bucking tradition

[vanillafluffy.livejournal.com]

Any, any, Pirates.

[vanillafluffy.livejournal.com]

Lethal Weapon, Riggs + ensemble, Golden age of Hollywood AU (Film noir would be awesome!)

[4bdnsn0wflake.livejournal.com]

MCU, Pepper Potts/+Natasha Romanov, roaring 1920's flappers AU

[4bdnsn0wflake.livejournal.com]

Author's Choice, any character(s), meeting Dorothy Parker in her heyday

Fill -- All Write? (featuring Howard Stark and Dorothy Parker)

[vanillafluffy.livejournal.com]

“Oh my God, she’s such a bitch--!” The woman’s voice carries as she stalks toward the door of the penthouse. “Don’t tell me she didn’t mean me, she was looking right at me!”

Howard Stark, late to his own party, looks enquiringly at Jarvis as he hands over his vicuna overcoat. “Miss Parker, sir,” his valet confides. “She was challenged to use the word ‘horticulture’ in a sentence.”

“And Vivian is upset because--?”

“Apparently Miss Parker was looking in her direction when she replied, ‘You can lead a whore to culture, but you can’t make her think.’.”

Howard guffaws. “I’m glad we invited her--it sounds like she’s as much fun as her New Yorker columns.”

The much-celebrated Dorothy Parker is holding forth to a lively group near the bar. She has a martini glass in one hand, a cigarette holder in the other, and her head is thrown back, laughing. He studies her for a moment.

Fetching creature. She’s petite, curvy, dressed stylishly in a slate blue dress that complements her coloring. A silvery headband halds back her bobbed hair, and she’s making an interesting fashion statement with what look like fur bracelets on her wrists.

He glides over to the gaggle at the bar. “Good evening. I’m Howard Stark. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss Parker.”

“Dorothy, please.” She smiles coyly. “Don’t let me drink too much,” she says, with a hint of a dimple punctuating her cheek. “Too many martinis and I’ve been known to wind up under the host.”

Definitely fun. “Jarvis, get this lady a refill!” The columnist has a wonderful, throaty laugh. He gives her a warm smile, already looking forward to the after-party. Then he notices something that doesn’t quite fit her immaculately groomed image. “What’s that in your hair, if I may ask?”

She reaches up. “Oh dear,” she says with mock sadness. “I’ve taken home the pencil from the office.”

“The pencil from the office?” he repeats, perplexed.

“We’re on such a tight budget at The New Yorker that we can only afford one pencil,” she tells him with gamine innocence that he doesn’t believe for a moment. “So no one’s going to be able to get any work done until I get in tomorrow.” She remains straight-faced for a moment, then laughs raucously. “My boss is a cheap bastard,” she confides.

Howard shakes his head. “That’s terrible.” He has a drafting pencil in the pocket of his jacket--no telling when inspiration will strike--and now he pulls it out and hands it to her. “A lady ought to have a reliable pencil.”

She clamps her teeth onto the cigarette holder and takes it from him. Mechanical pencils are something of a novelty; Howard buys them in bulk.

“Well,” she says after she’s doodled on a handy cocktail napkin, “It’s nice to meet a man with some lead in his pencil.”

Later, he demonstrates how much lead he has in his pencil. “Give that man a prize for penmanship,” Dorothy says sleepily.

She’s mostly naked. Howard unties the fur bracelets and discovers that beneath them are bandages over her wrists. “What happened here?” he asks, not joking now.

“Oh, just a little household accident,” she yawns. “I tripped over my insecurities and fell onto a razor blade.” She snuggles a little closer to him, and in a moment she’s snoring delicately.

In the morning, neither of them mention the conversation. He offers her a fresh toothbrush, which she accepts, saying it’s a vital part of her morning routine to brush her teeth and sharpen her tongue. She applies her make-up, dresses in yesterday’s clothes, including the fur bracelets. After she’s departed (with both pencils), Howard is disturbed enough to mention the matter to Jarvis.

“The artistic temperament?” his valet suggests. “Creativity manifesting as instability?”

“Could be.” He hates to think of that bright, funny woman being in such pain behind that marvelous laugh. She’s popular, respected in her sphere of influence…it has to be a mistake, a random incident. Howard shakes his head in denial. Dorothy will probably outlive them all.

…

[vanillafluffy.livejournal.com]

Justified, Raylan Givens + Boyd Crowder, Prohibition/bootlegger AU