( Welcome to the Camelverse!Collapse )
( The fic lists . . .Collapse )
( Vignettes, drabbles, smut, crack, and crossoversCollapse )
( Notes on the CamelverseCollapse )
And, whew. Done! Until I write some more.
Which fic do you most want me to tackle next?
|Spider's Web (Stargate)|
|LaundryFic (MacGyver crack)|
|Unconventional Courtship (MacGyver smutty adventure)|
|Another Obscure & British prompt|
|A specific Obscure & British prompt that I'll identify in the comments|
|Something else that I'll describe in the comments|
|You write fic?|
Natasha Romanov had told her current case officer that it was a small, tidy cottage in rural Sussex – a typical retirement spot for a former civil servant.
It wasn’t, of course. The former civil servant had never actually been anything of the kind (well, civility had certainly been involved), the retirement spot was not a cottage, and rural Sussex was a ridiculous idea. The case officer was going to be furious, of course, when he finally caught up, and would undoubtedly do something drastic, like write a nasty report. In triplicate.
Natasha buzzed a total of four times, in a specific pattern. The security system immediately clicked and blinked a green light, and the door smoothly unlocked and allowed her access to the private lift that zipped her up to the penthouse flat.( just a friendly drink and a chat . . .Collapse )