7 Works by introvertedpotato
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and i'll still see it until i die (you're the loss of my life) by introvertedpotato
Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe
08 Sep 2024
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These locks are harder to pick, clearly purposefully, but she manages in the end. It pushes inwards and she slips a hand out to stop it, mindful of loud hinges.
Then a hand snatches hers and she’s pulled in, spun around and pressed into the wall, a sharp edge held just close enough to her neck that it bites into the skin.
"Drop your weapon," a voice says. "And don't even think about trying to fight me. I will win."
or: Maria's jet crashes in St. Petersburg, and she goes to Nat's safehouse, where she accidentally meets her family and becomes part of it
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the sign on your heart (said it's still reserved for me) by introvertedpotato
Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, (partly) Iron Man 2
24 Aug 2024
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One specific item catches her eye. Artisan coffee and doughnuts with girlfriend. Part of it is written in French, so Maria's response is delayed, but once she translates, she can lay her finger on it. "That's easily solved. There's a great coffee place a few blocks from here, and it does good cake."
"Are you asking me out, Hill?" Romanoff's smirk grows and Maria feels it beneath her ribs. She clears her throat.
"Aside from the fact that it would be highly unprofessional, given I'm your superior, I expect your girlfriend would have something to say about that, wouldn't she?"
Romanoff raises an eyebrow. "Girlfriend? I don't have a girlfriend. What makes you think I do?"
"I assumed that the girlfriend was a prerequisite for that item on your list." Maria shrugs, as if she's not burning inside at the way Romanoff bites her lip in thought.
"A prerequisite? How romantic."
or: Steve isn't the only one with a list
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you were the first to make me feel like i was me by introvertedpotato
Fandoms: Six - Marlow/Moss, The Tudors (TV)
12 Jul 2024
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"Is he a lower class? There are easy ways to fix that - your uncle has the power to knight him if he's in his service, and if you've seen him at court he's surely a respectable young man, unless he's truly low staff."
"They don't have a title at all, not truly, but they're highly respected throughout the country," Katherine replies.
"I'm sure your uncle could make allowances. As I said, he could knight him-"
"What if I didn't want someone who could be knighted? Who would have to be secret, but who I would treasure endlessly? Whose ring I would wear on a chain around my neck, and kiss every night, and love in my heart?"
"I'm sure you could manage a marriage as such, if you were willing to leave court in disgrace. There are many Howard girls your uncle could replace you with, if you were happy with it."
Katherine takes a deep breath. "What if I wanted you?"
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- Part 1 of Tudor Roses
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my heart's been borrowed and yours has been blue by introvertedpotato
Fandoms: Gentleman Jack (TV)
08 Sep 2023
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This bar is loud.
Like, really loud. According to Mags it's 'the best bar in town' and 'the hotspot for hook-ups'. It was screamed to her over a phone call two days ago, the music in the background and the slur in her best friend's voice making Ann think she was probably there at that point.
She's starting to think that maybe her aunt and sister were right and that dropping out of university to live with her best friend in rural Yorkshire just because her boyfriend was a dick is perhaps a little irrational, and maybe a really, really bad idea. This bar, sticky and crowded and crap, is a reflection of the town.
Damn. She's really regretting this.
"What can I get you?"
Ann's head jerks up from her hand, where it's slumped, to take in the owner of the low voice speaking next to her face. It's the bartender, a tall, dark-haired woman in black jeans and a Nirvana shirt, a grey and black flannel worn open over the top. Ann swallows nervously, ignoring the jump in her stomach. She flashes Ann a friendly smile and repeats her question.
sometimes all it takes is a change of location, a hot bartender, and a couple of ciders.
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“Lord Ellenborough,” Marian announces.
“Thank you, Miss Lister.” He bows and she giggles.
“Oh, that’s not Miss Lister,” Mother speaks up. “That’s Marian, our younger daughter. Anne is-”
“At Manor House school, yes, the Captain told me.” Lord Ellenborough smiles, sitting down next to Aunt Anne. “Thank you, Miss Marian.”a character study of miss marian lister, second daughter, and her name.
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“Anne, Aunt wants you.” Marian’s voice is laced with glee. Anne looks up from her phone, half a Twix still in her hand.
“Huh?”
“Aunt Anne. Kitchen. Now.” Marian frowns. “Have you eaten all of your chocolate already?”
Anne shoves the Twix in her mouth. “Now I have.”
“That’s disgusting.”
“Are you fat-shaming me?” She pockets her phone and follows her younger sister towards the kitchen, chewing angrily.
“I’m saying you shouldn’t talk with your mouth full,” Marian corrects. Anne groans and overtakes her to push open the door.
“You wanted me, Aunt?” She hops up onto the worktop, swinging her legs. Her aunt turns from the cooker and scowls.
“Down from there!” She tuts. “Yes. I want you to take these over to the Walkers, please.”She holds up a cellophane bag filled with cookies. On closer inspection they’re her best kind; chocolate with cinnamon and filled with caramel. Fucking delicious, especially with coffee on winter mornings. Anne groans again.
or, it's christmas and aunt anne sends her long-suffering niece to bring some christmas cheer to their neighbour, ann walker.
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The sun is still low when Anne’s eyes loll open, with perhaps just the first few faint rays peering over the hill that Shibden is built on. The room is dark outside the drapes of her bed; inside she can hardly see the hand that she brings up to adjust her hair. The quilts are wrapped around her, trapping warmth between them and her skin, and the room is quiet and still. So what has woken her?
“Ann?”
Her wife is kneeling up in bed, her hair spilling around her shoulders. Even barely visible, she looks beautiful. Anne gives her a sleepy smile, tugging at her hand.
“Come back to sleep, Adney,” she mumbles, rolling closer to her. “It’s not morning yet.”
ann's last moments with an oblivious, sleepy anne.
title taken from the song 'best of wives and best of women' from hamilton