On Tuesday we dress to the nines

[untldeathtakeme.livejournal.com]

Good morning all, I remain your host untldeathtakeme and today's theme is Dressing to the Nines, so drop me your prompts involving dressing up and being fancy. So let's have our characters don that dress, tie that tie, press that uniform, put on their best coats, pull out their finest leathers/cloaks/capes/armor/jewels, and get to looking spectacular!

*Also! all my examples are of Western fancy dress because it's what I know but I would LOVE to see prompts for fancy dress of other cultures!

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..
+bbc Sherlock, Jim Moriarty/Any, a suit as black as his heart

+ Any, Any+/Any, rocking an amazing vintage trenchcoat

+Game of Thrones, any GoT lady+/Any, their finest leather and furs.

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 2019 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=dressing to the nines

Comments

[creepy_shetan]

author's choice, any, dressing up for a portrait (painting or photograph)

Fill: Harry Potter, Severus Snape, drabble

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

“You should endeavor to look nicer,” the mirror said.

Severus, wearing the black teaching robes he’d worn since he was eighteen, since he’d first become a professor at Hogwarts (the nicest robes he’d ever owned when he was eighteen), ignored it.

“This is for your official portrait as headmaster.” The mirror sounded remarkably like a very nagging Madame Pomfrey.

Severus smoothed a hand over the formidable row of buttons down the front of his robes and thought, But I am not the true Headmaster of Hogwarts. I murdered him, and now I must persevere, for Lily’s son, or die trying.

[creepy_shetan]

Devil May Cry, Nero + any, (post-DMC5 maybe?) it's a little weird how well the [formal wear of author's choice] and the sleek coat suit him

[creepy_shetan]

Guilty Gear, Sol Badguy + or / Ky Kiske (+ Kliff Undersn), (Crusades era) they have to wear the mess dress version of their Holy Knight uniforms one evening


(Mess dress is like semi-formal/black tie/evening gown for military uniforms.)

[creepy_shetan]

Star Wars, Leia Organa + Rey, the Resistance is broke but Leia and Rey are clever and resourceful

[vanillafluffy.livejournal.com]

Any, any, there's something about a (person) in uniform....

Fill: SG-1, Pete Shanahan + Sara O'Neill; drabble

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

“There’s something about a woman in uniform,” Pete said. Seeing Sam in her Class A’s made his heart flutter. As a detective, he had a fine uniform of his own, but seeing Sam in hers…

The woman standing beside him, watching the Air Force personnel march by, had eyes for -

Not Sam; the man marching beside her. Her CO, Colonel Jack O’Neill.

“The problem with the uniform,” the woman said, “is that without it, they’re their dog tags.”

Pete glanced at the woman sidelong. “You speak with experience.”

The woman smiled wistfully. “I couldn’t aim as high as he flew.”

[vanillafluffy.livejournal.com]

any, any, wearing hand-me-downs

Fill: Trixie Belden Mysteries, Bobby Belden

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

The jacket was brown leather, buttery soft and so cool with zippered pockets and a stand-up collar. Bobby loved how he looked in it. He’d saved up for over a year to pay for it, earning money from doing chores and mowing lawns and working whatever odd jobs he could find.

The best thing about the jacket? No-one else had worn it first.

Bobby had two older brothers, and they in turn had two guy friends who’d been just as good as Bobby’s brothers when he was a little kid. Which meant that almost his entire wardrobe, except underwear, had been hand-me-downs.

“These are perfectly good clothes,” Moms would always say. “No need to waste money.”

She was handy with a sewing machine and an iron, so any tear or hole could be sewn or patched. And Bobby couldn’t bring himself to really destroy any of the old clothes because he knew how tight money was, what with his parents having to put two kids through college, and Brian through medical school. There wasn’t much leftover for Bobby.

Sometimes it sucked being the youngest.

“Bobby!” Moms called up the stairs. “Dylan is here!”

“Coming!” he yelled back. Bobby stuffed his wallet in his pocket and took one last look in the mirror. The jacket looked great, and he had enough gel in his hair to keep his curls artfully styled and out of his eyes. He might be the youngest Belden, but he was definitely the coolest.

“Wow, look at you!” Dylan said, standing at the bottom of the stairs. She was wearing a blue dress and a denim jacket and looked just as pretty as she always did.

For once Bobby wouldn’t feel self-conscious taking her out on the town. “You like it?”

Dylan leaned up for a kiss. “I love it. But you look handsome in anything.”

“You kids have fun,” Moms said, following them to the door. She handed over the keys to the car. “Home by eleven, Bobby.”

“Sure thing,” Bobby replied. He gave his mom a kiss on the cheek.

Someday, he promised himself, all his clothes would be his own. The leather jacket was just the start.

[vanillafluffy.livejournal.com]

Any cop show, any, profiling on the basis of an individual's clothing

[vanillafluffy.livejournal.com]

Any sci-fi, any, advances in clothing as technology (Hey, remember when Dick Tracy's walkie-talkie/camera/watch was science-fiction?)

[sharpiesgal.livejournal.com]

MCU, Tony Stark/Natasha Romanov, getting ready for the annual fundraiser ball

[shanachie-quill.livejournal.com]

Can I do it without the slash?

[sharpiesgal.livejournal.com]

Any, any+/any looks good in a tux

Fill: MCU. Steve + Natasha + Sam + Bucky, double drabble

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

“You look good in a tux,” Natasha said.

Steve stared at his reflection, tugging at his lapel anxiously. “For the first time ever. Before the serum, I never had occasion to wear a tux, let alone afford one. I don’t look good in a tux. Captain America looks good in a tux.”

“Steve,” Natasha said gently, “you are Captain America. Captain America is you.”

“Remember,” Sam said, stepping up beside him to fix his bowtie, “your ass is America’s ass. Your hot ass in a tux is America’s hot ass in a tux.”

“I feel bad,” Steve said. “I didn’t work for this. I just -”

“Was willing to jump on a grenade for guys who were asses to you,” Bucky said. He clapped Steve on the shoulder. “Come on. Time to go be hot for charity.”

Steve cast him a look. “How do you know that?”

“It’s in the history books,” Sam said.

Natasha said, “Everybody knows that.”

Steve said, “Maybe I should read one of those history books.”

“Bet you could borrow one from one of Clint’s kids.” Natasha reached up, straightened his bowtie. “You ready?”

Steve glanced at Bucky, who smiled at him.

“Yeah,” Steve said. “I’m ready.”

[sharpiesgal.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay, being forced to dress in their "Sunday best" to receive visitors from Earth

Fill: drabble

[sherlockian-syn.livejournal.com]

"This is easy for you, Sheppard. All you have to do is slap on your dress uniform and you're good to go. What am I supposed to wear? A lab coat?"

Rodney paced back and forth in front of the small closet he had in his quarters. He didn't have any clothing that he'd call his "Sunday best" hiding in there. When he'd made the trip to Atlantis, Rodney thought it was a very real possibility he would never see Earth again - why waste space with clothes he'd never wear?

But John was staring at him from across the room, eyebrow raised and fidgeting in his crisp service dress uniform. Rodney didn't envy him - he could tell John was just as uncomfortable with all the pomp and circumstance.

"You're the Chief Science Officer of the expedition, Rodney. You know Elizabeth's not just gonna let it slide."

John ran a hand through his impossibly spiky hair, avoiding Rodney's gaze. Rodney stopped in front of his closet, sighed, and looked through it again. He found a shirt that was at least semi-formal - it had no coffee stains on it and that was the best the he could manage - but also saw another article of clothing that made him stop and stare. He pulled it out of the closet and held it up for John to see.

It was the ugly orange jumper Rodney had worn the day they'd met in Antarctica. John grinned and tried to stifle a wave of giggles.

"You still have that thing?"

Rodney walked over to John, holding the sweater up against his body. "Well, duh. It's my favorite. Plus, now it just reminds me of you, the Amazing Flyboy Wonder. Watch him turn on any Ancient device with a single thought!"

They smiled at one another, said nothing for a few beats. Then John put his arms around Rodney and pulled him closer, the orange jumper now wedged in between them.

"I'm glad I found you," John whispered.

"Likewise," Rodney answered, closing the remaining distance between them and kissing John softly.

"You gotta get ready," John murmured against Rodney's lips.

"Mmm, just one more kiss before company comes."

[sherlockian-syn.livejournal.com]

Marvel Cinematic Universe, Bucky Barnes +/ Sam Wilson, why Bucky wasn't wearing a suit at Tony's funeral

[shanachie-quill.livejournal.com]

I know he was wearing black... but it wasn’t a suit? Man how did I miss that?!

[sherlockian-syn.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis/Persona 5, any, P5 fusion featuring the costumes they're wearing the first time they enter a Palace

[sherlockian-syn.livejournal.com]

Any, any, I love the colorful clothes she wears (The Beach Boys)

[sherlockian-syn.livejournal.com]

Marvel Cinematic Universe, Tony Stark/Stephen Strange, "You know, you clean up nice without that ridiculous cape."

[sharpiesgal.livejournal.com]

"Hmmm..."

"Yes?" Stephen inquired catching Tony's reflection in the mirror as he tried to straighten his tie.

"Looking very sharp," Tony complimented him.

Stephen turned away from the mirror and regarded Tony for a moment before remarking with a sly smirk, "You don't look too shabby yourself."

It was their weekly date night and he decided to go all out for it. Apparently, Tony had had the same idea.

"I knew you would clean up nice without that ridiculous cape," Tony casualy remarked as he stepped closer intent on kissing Stephen.

Stephen caught out of the corner of his eye said cape sneaking up on Tony. He had to bite his lip to keep from laughing when the cape smacked Tony in the back of the head.

"Ouch, damnit!" Tony swore. He whirled around and glared at the cape. "You're an asshole, you piece of moth eaten fabric!"

The cape shot him a rude gesture and flew out of the room causing Stephen to double over in uncontrollable laughter.

"Laugh it up, fuzzball," Tony muttered rubbing the back of his head. "Won't be so funny when it smacks you around."

"It likes me," Stephen reminded Tony once he sobered up. "Now, shall we paint the town red?"

"After you, my good doctor," Tony said with an exsagerated wave toward the door.

"You are impossible" Stephen sighed. He caught hold of Tony's hand and pulled him close. "But for some reason I love you."

"Love you too," Tony countered allowing Stephen to pull him into a soft kiss.

[killing-kurare.livejournal.com]

Harry Potter, any pureblood girl, You could say that my life's a mess, but I'm still looking pretty in this dress

Fill: Andromeda Black + Ted Tonks; drabble

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing in a place like this?”

Andi turned, wand ready with a curse - and saw a boy leaning against the wall, hands in the pockets of his jeans.

She was horrified. She’d drawn her wand in front of a muggle! And then she realized - she recognized him.

“Walking away from the mess that is my life. This dress is pretty, though.” Wearing a muggle dress had been the last straw.

The boy - Tonks, his name was - straightened up, offered her his hand. “Fancy a night on the town?”

Andi reached out to him. “Absolutely.”

[sherlockian-syn.livejournal.com]

Any, any f/f,

It's ten to midnight
And this cheap champagne is wearing off
She's tearing off her dress
God I'm such a mess
(Tyler Hilton)

Fill: Into the Badlands, Tildessa, drabble

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

It was ten to midnight, and all they’d had today was cheap champagne - and battle and adrenaline and a victory that was perhaps too easy.

Odessa was far beyond tipsy, half-sprawled on the bed and tearing herself out of the dress they’d liberated from one of The Widow’s wardrobes.

She was beautiful.

Tilda was a mess.

Odessa deserved better, deserved someone who could love her wholeheartedly, deserved someone who knew anything about loving herself, let alone someone else.

But Odessa was smiling and beckoning, and her kiss tasted like champagne and victory and better than victory: freedom.

And Tilda surrendered.

[killing-kurare.livejournal.com]

Any, any, Wearing the fanciest clothes but the oldest, most comfy underwear

Fill: Original fic James "Jimmy" Bogart/Desmond Richard

[sharpiesgal.livejournal.com]

"Really, Des," Jimmy sighed spying his lover walking around their bedroom in the rattiest pair of boxers he owned.

"What?" Desmond countered as he pulled out his best suit from the closet. He didn't want to go to the album debut party that they had been invited to, but then Jimmy hadn't given him any choice either.

"Aren't you going to change your underwear?"

'Why should I? They're clean and they're comfortable," Desmond replied. "The only person who is going to know I'm wearing them is you."

Jimmy sighed in resignation. He had learned early on in their relationship to pick his battles and this was one battle he was never going to win. "Hurry up and get dressed before we end up being late."

"Yes, sir," Desmond drawled as he sketched a mock salute in Jimmy's direction.

Jimmy swore under his breath and left the room before he was tempted to resort to violence.

Desmond softly laughed, but quickly got dressed thinking the sooner they got to the party, the sooner they could leave, and the sooner they could get home and have a party of their own.

[4bdnsn0wflake.livejournal.com]

Author's Choice, any characters:

I'll get my little black dress on
And if I put on my favorite song
I'm gonna dance until you're all gone
I'll get my little black dress on

I got my little black dress on
And if I tell myself that nothing's wrong
This doesn't have to be a sad song
Not with my little black dress on

(Little Black Dress - Sara Bareilles)

Fill: Original fic James "Jimmy" Bogart/Desmond

[sharpiesgal.livejournal.com]

(Pre-relationship and hopefully within the spirit of the prompt.)

Desmond sat in the shadows of the control booth watching Jimmy dance in the studio to a song only he could hear. He knew if he really wanted to know he could ask and Jimmy would tell him, but his friend thought he was all alone.

Desmond had seen Jimmy go out with his latest conquest hoping to have a good time. He didn't like her and even told Jimmy he thought she was a gold-digging bitch, which almost cost him Jimmy's friendship.

Obviously, Jimmy's good time ended early and on a bad note, if his friend was here at the studio and not holed up in some hotel room having copious amounts of sex.

His friend look divine in his black button up shirt and tight black jeans. Made Desmond wish that Jimmy was all his and his alone.

God, I am a love sick fool, he mentally berated himself.

He sat back with a tired sigh and watched his friend dance his cares away.

*&*

Jimmy knew Desmond was sitting in the control booth. He wasn't in the mood to hear another "I-told-you-so" lecture, so he tried to ignore him and dance to the music in his head.

Dancing to his favorite break-up songs always helped him in the past get over being tossed aside, but tonight was a different story.

He was tired of going home alone or waking up in some strange hotel room alone.

He knew what he wanted. He was going to reach out and take what he wanted.

Tired of dancing to the songs in his head, he stopped and looked into the dark control booth. "I know you're in there, Des," he said. "Turn on some music and come dance with me."

Desmond sighed. Busted, he thought.

Turning on the light, he flipped a few switches and Jimmy's favorite songs of all time started playing. He then entered the studio, held out his hand and asked, "May I have this dance?"

"You may," Jimmy said placing his hand in Desmond's.

Desmond pulled him close and started to sway to the music since he wasn't the most graceful of dancers.

"Thank you for having my back," Jimmy murmured allowing himself to relax in Desmond's embrace.

"Always," Desmond replied.

[4bdnsn0wflake.livejournal.com]

Author's Choice, any character(s), I'm too sexy for my shirt

Fill, MCU, Pepper Potts+/Tony Stark

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

"Ms. Potts, would you say I'm too sexy for this shirt?"

Pepper wondered again why she'd taken this job. Was it the money? The power? Surely it wasn't because her boss was a genius weirdo with a new-girl-every-night fetish? "I couldn't really say, sir," she said. Continued after half a second. Deadpan. "After all, I've never seen you naked."

Tony turned to her. Pursed his lips. Started unbuttoning. "Well, we have to rectify that, don't we?"

Pepper shaded her eyes. "No. No we don't." Yeah, it had to be the money because seriously. "This is not the way a professional relationship works, Mr. Stark."

"What if I'd rather have a more personal relationship with you, Ms. Potts?"

How had he sneaked closer without her noticing? "Then, Mr. Stark, you'd have to fire me. And I don't think you could really survive that."

He pouted. A full-out pout. Pepper squelched the thought he might be fun to kiss, with those mobile lips. "I suppose you're right," Tony said. Reluctant. Disappointed. "Well. Without an answer, I guess I have to decide for myself." He made a flourish. "And I think I am too sexy for this shirt." So saying, he ripped the shirt, prancing - yes, prancing - off, buttons falling to the floor behind him.

Yup. Total weirdo. Sexy. But just straight up weirdo.

[4bdnsn0wflake.livejournal.com]

Author's Choice, any character(s):

All those games you tried to play
Well they ain't gonna work on me now
I put a barbed wire fence around my heart, baby
Just to keep you out
Well, you thought I'd wait around forever
But baby get real
I just kicked you to the curb
In my red high heels

(Red High Heels - Kellie Pickler)

[asphaltcowgrrl.livejournal.com]

Crazy question... do you have any problems with cross dressing? Because I love this song and it's giving me ideas. :)

[untldeathtakeme.livejournal.com]

bbc Sherlock, Jim Moriarty/Any, a suit as black as his heart

[untldeathtakeme.livejournal.com]

Any, Any+/Any, rocking an amazing vintage trenchcoat

Fill: MCU, Clint Barton/Phil Coulson

[sharpiesgal.livejournal.com]

Clint leaned against the side of Stark Tower and watched his lover approach wearing a porkpie hat and a vintage trenchcoat. As Phil drew closer, he let out a wolf whistle.

"You are shameless," Phil grumbled when he got closer.

Clint shrugged. "You love me anyway."

"Maybe."

"You do," Clint said with a sly smirk. "How come you're rocking the Mike Hammer look?"

"It was chilly this morning," Phil simply answered.

"Whatever," Clint remarked as he pulled Phil into a loose embrace. "You look incredible in it."

"Do I?"

"You do," Clint replied and drew Phil into a soft kiss.

[untldeathtakeme.livejournal.com]

Game of Thrones, any GoT lady+/Any, their finest leather and furs.

[emmatheslayer.livejournal.com]

One direction rpf, girl zayn mailk /Harry styles, high heels red dress