I can approve of a stay-at-home order and hate it at the same time
Having another round of Pandemic Exhaustion but here are more 3 Sentence Fics.
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be_compromised. They are also having a Valentine's Mini Promptathon until the end of the month.
Prompt: Window
They’re not retired, they’re not safe, but maybe, Clint thinks, they’re a little relaxed. Relaxed enough that Natasha feels comfortable sitting on the windowsill, silhouetted against the dawn, sipping tea. They’re in New York, fifty stories up, surrounded by top-notch security, and there’s no one looking for them, and no reason for him not to join her.
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Prompt: any, any, drop everything and slow dance with me! (this is an urgent situation)
“Free, my love, do you remember how we got engaged?” Joshua asked, straightening his coat from his dash into the ballroom. Freya raised her eyebrows but took his hand.
“Now,” she said, as he whirled her into the already-begun waltz, “you have nearly half an hour to explain what exactly you have done this time.”
Prompt: MCU, Steve/Peggy, undercover
“Er, Steve,” Peggy said, before anyone else could, “disguising me as a boy isn’t going to work.”
“What?” he asked. “Why not?”
Peggy didn’t meet anyone’s eyes. “It wouldn’t be convincing.”
“But you’re a good actress—and I’ve seen you in trousers—”
Dugan’s laugh came out of him in a sputter. Steve turned, glaring. “Corporal—”
“Pal,” said Barnes, “what Agent Carter’s trying to say politely is that it would take a lot more work and inconvenience than we have time for to hide her chest.”
Steve glanced at the relevant area and turned bright red. “Thank you, Sergeant,” said Peggy.
Prompt: Any, any, I don't know what I'd do without you
“I thought you’d be a good influence on him, Carter,” Phillips growled.
“I was!” Peggy protested. “If it wasn’t for me he’d have forgotten the explosives.”
Prompt: Hamlet, Hamlet/Horatio, inkstained fingers
The last place Horatio wants to be is Elsinore.
He visited once before, and found it primarily dull—he is not one to care about noble disdain for his spectacles and ink-stained fingers, but he sees nothing of interest in the pomp and circumstance of the court—and then after that visit he only heard of it through Hamlet’s complaints, from which, he gathered, it had only gotten worse; and he has research to do, a borrowed text just arrived, an article to review.
But Elsinore is where Hamlet is, and Hamlet has sent for him, so he goes.
Prompt: And Then There Were None, Lombard/Blore, animal impulses
“A big bear hugged one next,” Lombard said. “Well, no zoos on this island. Which of us do you think will be the bear, Blore?”
“You’re disgusting,” said Vera, stubbing out her cigarette, “and I’m going to bed. With the door locked.”
“Ah, ladies.” Lombard grinned. “I’d thought she was a little more sophisticated. But you know what I mean, don’t you, Blore?”
Prompt: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy in the muggle world, "Wait - did I actually grow up in a cult!?"
“If anyone asks just say you grew up in a cult,” Granger had said, a little cattily.
It worked, though; people took the excuse and either changed the subject or insisted that he watch some movie or other, and didn’t ask for more details. It worked so well that Draco was still a little shaky on what exactly Muggle cults were until there was an article about them in the paper and he started to feel extremely uncomfortable.
Prompt: Any, Any, I led the revolution in my bedroom / and I set all the zippers free
Paris 1791
Andy had thought Joe and Nicky were too old to believe in revolutions anymore, but apparently not. They didn’t know she was in France; she kept out of their way and waited for it all to go to hell, at which point she would probably be needed.
Meanwhile, she drank a lot of coffee and introduced a variety of citoyens et citoyennes to liberty and equality in more private spheres.
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be_compromised. They are also having a Valentine's Mini Promptathon until the end of the month.Prompt: Window
They’re not retired, they’re not safe, but maybe, Clint thinks, they’re a little relaxed. Relaxed enough that Natasha feels comfortable sitting on the windowsill, silhouetted against the dawn, sipping tea. They’re in New York, fifty stories up, surrounded by top-notch security, and there’s no one looking for them, and no reason for him not to join her.
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rthstewart's:Prompt: any, any, drop everything and slow dance with me! (this is an urgent situation)
“Free, my love, do you remember how we got engaged?” Joshua asked, straightening his coat from his dash into the ballroom. Freya raised her eyebrows but took his hand.
“Now,” she said, as he whirled her into the already-begun waltz, “you have nearly half an hour to explain what exactly you have done this time.”
Prompt: MCU, Steve/Peggy, undercover
“Er, Steve,” Peggy said, before anyone else could, “disguising me as a boy isn’t going to work.”
“What?” he asked. “Why not?”
Peggy didn’t meet anyone’s eyes. “It wouldn’t be convincing.”
“But you’re a good actress—and I’ve seen you in trousers—”
Dugan’s laugh came out of him in a sputter. Steve turned, glaring. “Corporal—”
“Pal,” said Barnes, “what Agent Carter’s trying to say politely is that it would take a lot more work and inconvenience than we have time for to hide her chest.”
Steve glanced at the relevant area and turned bright red. “Thank you, Sergeant,” said Peggy.
Prompt: Any, any, I don't know what I'd do without you
“I thought you’d be a good influence on him, Carter,” Phillips growled.
“I was!” Peggy protested. “If it wasn’t for me he’d have forgotten the explosives.”
Prompt: Hamlet, Hamlet/Horatio, inkstained fingers
The last place Horatio wants to be is Elsinore.
He visited once before, and found it primarily dull—he is not one to care about noble disdain for his spectacles and ink-stained fingers, but he sees nothing of interest in the pomp and circumstance of the court—and then after that visit he only heard of it through Hamlet’s complaints, from which, he gathered, it had only gotten worse; and he has research to do, a borrowed text just arrived, an article to review.
But Elsinore is where Hamlet is, and Hamlet has sent for him, so he goes.
Prompt: And Then There Were None, Lombard/Blore, animal impulses
“A big bear hugged one next,” Lombard said. “Well, no zoos on this island. Which of us do you think will be the bear, Blore?”
“You’re disgusting,” said Vera, stubbing out her cigarette, “and I’m going to bed. With the door locked.”
“Ah, ladies.” Lombard grinned. “I’d thought she was a little more sophisticated. But you know what I mean, don’t you, Blore?”
Prompt: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy in the muggle world, "Wait - did I actually grow up in a cult!?"
“If anyone asks just say you grew up in a cult,” Granger had said, a little cattily.
It worked, though; people took the excuse and either changed the subject or insisted that he watch some movie or other, and didn’t ask for more details. It worked so well that Draco was still a little shaky on what exactly Muggle cults were until there was an article about them in the paper and he started to feel extremely uncomfortable.
Prompt: Any, Any, I led the revolution in my bedroom / and I set all the zippers free
Paris 1791
Andy had thought Joe and Nicky were too old to believe in revolutions anymore, but apparently not. They didn’t know she was in France; she kept out of their way and waited for it all to go to hell, at which point she would probably be needed.
Meanwhile, she drank a lot of coffee and introduced a variety of citoyens et citoyennes to liberty and equality in more private spheres.
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It worked, though; people took the excuse and either changed the subject or insisted that he watch some movie or other, and didn’t ask for more details. It worked so well that Draco was still a little shaky on what exactly Muggle cults were until there was an article about them in the paper and he started to feel extremely uncomfortable.
I can't help but think this could work even as well as the seed for a longer fic.
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