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Now taking Agent Carter prompts!
ETA: Between here and tumblr, I think I have enough for now; I'll go ahead and fill the remaining ones over the next few days. Thank you! I'm sure I'll do this again soon. :D
The masterlist (updated as I finish things)
Peggy with young Tony and a Jarvis or two
Peggy&Howard&Jarvis in an awkward situation (also on Tumblr)
Michael Carter was turned into a werewolf (also on Tumblr)
Ana Jarvis takes fighting lessons from Peggy (also on LJ: comment part 1 / comment part 2)
Angie shows up at the L.A manor and meets all of Peggy's weirdo friends there (also on AO3)
Daniel finds that watching Peggy get hurt never gets easier
Follow-up to Pistol Packin' Mama with the OT3 (also on AO3)
Jack helping Peggy and Daniel with house hunting (posted to my non-fanfic blog; reblogged to sholiofic here)
Howard missing Steve (also on Tumblr)
Angie and Peggy's girl's night out (also on Tumblr)
Michael Carter meets Peggy's friends and new boyfriend
Halloween in the Carter-Sousa household
Jarvis and Daniel h/c (also on tumblr)
Suburbanite Peggy doing background checks on the neighbors
Jack, Peggy and Daniel go fishing
Peggy brings a knife to a gun fight
Peggy and Jack take care of Daniel (also on tumblr)
Not for a specific prompt but included here for completeness:
Sad ficlet about the 1940s characters' deaths (not included in the SSR Files compilation on AO3 because I didn't want to smack people with sudden deathfic)
Paranormal high school AU snippets (also not in the AO3 compilation since it's a collaborative Tumblr thing)
Peggy, Jarvis, and avocados
Peggy and Daniel's first date with dead bodies (Jack POV)
My houseguests are gone, so I have time for a commentfic spree! Who cares about network TV execs; we'll make our own fun around here. Leave me an Agent Carter prompt and I will write at least 100 words of fic for it. (Here are examples from the last time I did this.)
Taking prompts for any character or gen character combination; any canon pairing; or any pairing combination of Carter/Sousa/Thompson (OT3 4evah). You can send me prompts for other pairings, but results are even less guaranteed than usual. (Or you might get a gen version instead.)
The usual caveat: I am not always good at follow-through, so I may not get to your prompt; if I don't, it's me, not you! I might also ask you to leave me a different one if I don't think I can do anything with the prompt you gave me. I'll close the post to new prompts when I have enough that I start to feel like I'm reaching prompt saturation.
You can also send me your prompt as a tumblr ask. I will also be posting fills to sholiofic.
The masterlist (updated as I finish things)
Peggy with young Tony and a Jarvis or two
Peggy&Howard&Jarvis in an awkward situation (also on Tumblr)
Michael Carter was turned into a werewolf (also on Tumblr)
Ana Jarvis takes fighting lessons from Peggy (also on LJ: comment part 1 / comment part 2)
Angie shows up at the L.A manor and meets all of Peggy's weirdo friends there (also on AO3)
Daniel finds that watching Peggy get hurt never gets easier
Follow-up to Pistol Packin' Mama with the OT3 (also on AO3)
Jack helping Peggy and Daniel with house hunting (posted to my non-fanfic blog; reblogged to sholiofic here)
Howard missing Steve (also on Tumblr)
Angie and Peggy's girl's night out (also on Tumblr)
Michael Carter meets Peggy's friends and new boyfriend
Halloween in the Carter-Sousa household
Jarvis and Daniel h/c (also on tumblr)
Suburbanite Peggy doing background checks on the neighbors
Jack, Peggy and Daniel go fishing
Peggy brings a knife to a gun fight
Peggy and Jack take care of Daniel (also on tumblr)
Not for a specific prompt but included here for completeness:
Sad ficlet about the 1940s characters' deaths (not included in the SSR Files compilation on AO3 because I didn't want to smack people with sudden deathfic)
Paranormal high school AU snippets (also not in the AO3 compilation since it's a collaborative Tumblr thing)
Peggy, Jarvis, and avocados
Peggy and Daniel's first date with dead bodies (Jack POV)
Taking prompts for any character or gen character combination; any canon pairing; or any pairing combination of Carter/Sousa/Thompson (OT3 4evah). You can send me prompts for other pairings, but results are even less guaranteed than usual. (Or you might get a gen version instead.)
The usual caveat: I am not always good at follow-through, so I may not get to your prompt; if I don't, it's me, not you! I might also ask you to leave me a different one if I don't think I can do anything with the prompt you gave me. I'll close the post to new prompts when I have enough that I start to feel like I'm reaching prompt saturation.
You can also send me your prompt as a tumblr ask. I will also be posting fills to sholiofic.
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She found out she'd been wrong when she wandered out to the patio one morning with her cup of tea in one hand and the morning newspaper in the other. It was a pleasant morning, cool and serene. She gazed upon the scene beside the pool for a moment or two before clearing her throat.
There was a hasty flurry of activity as Jarvis went into full retreat. Howard didn't move. "Morning, Peg!" he called cheerfully around his upraised and skyward-pointed leg, which was giving her a view of a good deal more of Howard than she wanted to see. "Come join us!"
"I'm quite fine over here, thank you. May I ask what you're doing?"
"Yoga! Eastern discipline. Good for the flexibility."
"And is it ... entirely necessary to perform it while naked?"
"Clothing interrupts the flow of chi." Howard switched to a new posture, spine arched and hands behind his head. "Jarvis, adjust my left leg, that's a good man -- Jarvis? Peg, did you steal my butler?"
"I believe he has decided to refresh your drink." At least, she'd last seen Jarvis heading into the house at a high rate of speed, holding a drinks tray -- though he'd been holding it somewhat lower and flatter than usual, owing to what he was trying to cover up. Unlike Howard, Jarvis hadn't been entirely nude, but if she'd thought his workout gear left little to the imagination ...
"Shame. You should see him do the firefly pose. Actually, Peg, since you're there, could you come over here and give me a hand getting my legs closer together. I'm a little out of alignment here --"
"I believe I will have my tea on the east lawn," Peggy declared, and took herself briskly inside. At least now she knew why Ana preferred to have her morning coffee on the balcony overlooking the pool on Tuesdays and Thursdays.
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"Thank you, Vernon," Peggy murmured, "for being a paranoid would-be blackmailer ..."
She opened the copy of the M. Carter file that Jack had dug up among Vernon's private files.
"It's not quite the same as the other one, though," Jack said, looking over her shoulder. "There's more information here. I don't think I was his only source of intel on you. Or ... on whatever happened in 1944, I mean."
"I can assure you I was nowhere near it. Did you read the other file?" Peggy turned pages. Words jumped out at her under the ultraviolet light in her hand: torn apart ... entire village dead ... utter savagery ...
"Some of it. Enough to know what I had. I only got so far into it before --" He stopped and shook his head, as if to clear something out of it.
"You didn't want to think I'd done it?" she couldn't help asking.
"Everyone's got skeletons," he said. "None of us got out of the war without 'em. But yeah, whatever your war stories are, thinking about that turned around a lot of things I thought were true about you. Good to know it's not your style."
Peggy suppressed a smile. "Thank you, I think."
After a hesitation, Jack said, "I really thought it was a smokescreen. The original file, I mean."
"It may have been," Peggy murmured, leafing through the pages. "But there was definitely something going on in 1944. Related to Howard's Midnight Oil experiments, perhaps. I'll talk to him about it." She frowned. "The word that keeps coming up is 'wolf'. Project Wolf. I don't remember hearing of any such thing when I was working with the SOE. Have you ever heard of it?"
"No." Jack leaned a hip against Daniel's desk. He still couldn't stand for long periods of time. "What I still don't understand, though ... if the file is legit, what's your name doin' on it?"
"Just because parts of it may be real doesn't mean it hasn't been doctored." She was not yet ready to voice a small but growing suspicion: What if this file is not about me at all?
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I'd love to see the say 25k version of this, if you're looking for more post S2 long fic ideas.
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If Howard were to try to sum up Steve in one sentence -- his relationship with Steve, why Steve mattered, why he missed him, all of it -- that sentence would be: Steve was good.
And there were so many other things tangled up in that. Steve was the one good thing I ever did, the proof that all of this wasn't a waste. Steve was a good person; Steve was good to know; Steve made ME want to be a better person.
This awful, fucking, broken world needed Steve, because he was good.
All of that.
But he couldn't really say it; he had no one to say it to. Girlfriends, who knew Steve only as a pretty face on posters, who exclaimed over how he'd known the Steve Rogers; Jarvis, who had never met Steve, who listened with a polite sympathetic face but didn't understand; even Peggy couldn't be a sounding board for Howard's thoughts on Steve, because she was too close, and he hated to reopen those wounds again. Had, in his own way, tried to protect her from it.
Besides, even that, Howard's closest approach to sincerity on the topic of Steve Rogers, didn't quite hit the mark. What it all came down to anyway was: I miss my friend.
It wasn't the paragon he missed, but the man. Because Steve Rogers was good, and now he was dead, because Howard had fucked up.
And no technological marvel could ever make that right.
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Daniel is missing for three days before they get him back. He's bruised and sore and dirty, and sulky about losing an expensive custom-fitted prosthetic leg (he'll have to make do for awhile with the backup one, an older medical prosthesis that's heavy and clunky, which he hates).
But he's here, and he's in reasonably decent shape, a little underfed and suffering from a few beatings, but Peggy's seen worse (she's seen so much worse).
They make it through the debrief somehow, with Daniel self-effacing and sarcastic by turns, and surreptitiously trying not to scratch under the collar of the jumper someone gave him to wear over the top of his filthy T-shirt. And Jack is completely closed off the whole time, overreacting the other way, with arms folded and hip leaned against the wall, tightly casual and almost abrasive with his questions, while Peggy shoots him occasional dagger-glares (which he avoids) to remind him to rein it in a bit.
But then it's over, and they can gather up Daniel and take him home.
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"I just want to sleep," he says in the car, slumped on Peggy in the backseat while Jack drives. They did feed him at the SSR, at least -- a light meal of soup and toast, but now he's dragging, half asleep on her shoulder when they pull up at the Stark estate. It's the small hours of dawn, with the Jarvises long since in bed.
Daniel has his own place, and Jack technically lives in New York, and Peggy lives here -- but there's nothing about their lives right now that isn't a tangled mess, so it doesn't seem odd (to her, at least) to hustle Daniel quickly and quietly down the halls of the sleeping mansion, into Peggy's suite with its enormous bed and attached bath.
"We're washing you before you're allowed in Peggy's bed," Jack says flatly. "Where were they keeping you, a stable?"
Daniel mumbles something back that sounds both sleepy and insulting, but he allows himself to be stripped naked in the bathroom, and manhandled into the huge bathtub with the two of them. Everything Howard owns is extravagantly overdone, and so it is no problem for the bathtub to accommodate all three of them, with Jack sitting naked on the tiled edge behind Daniel, and Peggy in the sudsy water between Daniel's legs.
"I feel ridiculous," Daniel murmurs as he tips back his head while Jack rubs soapy hands through his dark curls.
"Ridiculous," Peggy informs him, "would be giving the rest of us lice." She is as careful as she can be with the bruises turning purple and green on his ribs, on his chest and shoulder, and wishes she'd kicked a few more people a little harder when they were getting him out. However, she finds an intriguing kind of distraction in exploring Howard's diverse array of bath products, scented with various floral and citrus essences. Daniel is too sleepy and accommodating to object to having them tested on him.
Finally, when he is scrubbed and loofahed and soaped to within an inch of his life (or at least his skin), they drag him out of the scummy water and towel him dry. He's legless and limping, but with two people holding onto him, it doesn't matter; they haul him off to the bed and Daniel wilts where they put him. He's still exhausted, as if he didn't sleep for the last three days. Well, neither has Peggy, and she's pretty sure Jack didn't either.
They fall into bed damp and weary and smelling like a tropical garden, courtesy of Howard. Peggy expects Daniel to be out as soon as he hits the pillow, but he flinches, eyes open, and from that she knows that there are still things he's not talking about -- that he didn't talk about in the SSR debrief either.
But Jack's on his other side, throwing an arm across him, and Peggy nests close, pressing her body against the damp and naked curve of his rib cage. Daniel draws a helpless breath, and Peggy kisses the question, the complaint, off his lips. On his other side, Jack presses his face into the back of Daniel's head, where wet dark hair is curling riotously without the flattening action of Brylcreem to contain it.
"Just sleep," Peggy says, and she isn't sure if she's speaking to one of them, or both of them, or to herself. But she kisses Daniel until his mouth slackens towards sleep, and then she presses into him, while Jack curls close on the other side.
When it's only the two of them, she and Jack are a sharp and volatile combination (and they've learned this anew while searching for Daniel, tearing each other with sharp claws in their worry). But somehow those small and petty hurts never seem to last. She lifts her head long enough to meet his eyes over Daniel's back, and he reaches out to brush her face with the side of his hand.
"He'll be all right," Jack whispers, eyes soft on hers.
"Of course he will," Daniel murmurs back, not asleep after all, and there's a small scuffle she can't quite track -- one of them punches the other, she isn't sure exactly who -- but then things settle down and Jack's hand finds hers, over the muscular curve of Daniel's spine.
Oh, if she could only keep them safe forever, but life has never granted her that boon.
So all she can do is fall into Daniel now, into the smell of him and the feel of him, and the strength of Jack's hand on hers, keeping her grounded with bone and sinew while they both wrap around him, as if the cage of their bodies could be enough to hold back the world.
And maybe, for some short time, it can.
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And now I totally want next-morning makeouts. >.>