Ficlet O'Clock Open Prompts

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I've missed doing this, and when my best friend who loves these things was out of pocket for a while, I mostly didn't try. So here's the way it works. You give:

1. fandom, storyworld (optional)


2. character and/or pairing (optional)


3. prompt

We write ficlets. Feel free to ask questions on fills and get more fills. Fill whatever you like. Prompt whatever you like. The thread stays open until somewhere after activity slows down to a trickle, I randomly call done working the thread.

So personally I've been missing writing original fiction and Rogue/Remy fic (and Logan/Ororo and Kitty/Pyro), but prompt whatever (like Bobbi or Natasha or Skye or...), just no deathfic or supernatural please.



I dumped in a couple to start, but I'll be in and out. :)

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MASTERLIST

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• Alik + Vred, This moment, we own it.


• Katya, pillow fights


• Cadence + friend, pillow fights


• Alik + Vred, platonic soulmates


• Malina + Alik, insomnia


• Anyone But You (The Enadar Version) [Felise/Enadar + Alik]


• Disbelief (Enadar Take Two) [Felise/Enadar + Alik]


• Alik + Malina + Enadar, finding someone to love


• Clint/Natasha, Remy + OMC, I will not take from you and you will not owe


• For the Hundredth Time, I'm Not Marrying Your Brother [Lisea + Malina]


• Katya, dodging the matchmaker


• Alik + Vred, platonic soulmates + pillow fight


• Whistler + Stratford + Dare, platonic soulmates


• Cameron/Verina, trying to sleep with a new baby in the house


• Alik + Enadar, dogs and cats


• Forsythe/Stasia, a relationship in 5 kisses


• Katya, cuddles


• Katya, stealing the remote control


• Alik + Vred, a genetic recessive who doesn't have/show a soulmark


• The Danger of Discussing Marriage with Your Best Friend [Cadence/Dare]


• Another Cadence/Dare "Pillow" Fight


• My husband became a shepherd to me / I became a shepherdess to him


• Already Through [Vred/Malina]


• Cadence/Dare, You gotta make your own stuff work


• Lisea + Alik, Emotions aren't that hard to borrow / When love is a word you haven't learned

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• Anyone But You [Felise/Enadar]


• Crazy [Agents of Shield, Bobbi/Hunter]


• Five Cups of Coffee and a Stack of Pancakes [MCU/The Unusuals, Bobbi/Walsh]


• Marrying Into the Family [Felise/Enadar + Malina + Lisea]


• It's Only Natural [X-Men, Remy + Scott]


• Speculation [MCU, Steve + Clint/Natasha]


• When All Else Fails, Walk the Dog [616, Clint]


• Burn Your Kingdoms Down [Kingdoms & Thorn, Sear]


• There Is That [Felise + Enadar]


• Mixed Feelings [Felise/Enadar]


• I'm Not a Flirt, It's Just the Way I Talk [X-Men, Rogue/Remy]


• On the Properties of Love [Kingdoms and Thorn, Justus/Rachelle]


• Toto, We're Not in the Multiverse Anymore [X-Men/Narnia, Kitty]


• Almost Soulmate [Vred + Alik]


• Secrets [The Unusuals, Walsh/Beaumont]


• Picking the Family Pet: Spouse Supervision Required [Original]

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Five Cups of Coffee and a Stack of Pancakes, part 2

[scribblemyname]

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Walsh's coffee was black and strong and could make your eyes water. It was only drinkable when piping hot. When it cooled off to less than scalding, it tasted worse than sludge.

Bobbi needed the caffeine and had lived through enough to know what it meant to be grateful for smelly green water when there was nothing else to drink. She liked the coffee.

She also liked the guy.

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"Death by falling alien heads. Nice."

Bobbi laughed at his deadpan expression. "That your first run-in with the Chitauri?"

"That what they're called?"

Bobbi sipped her coffee, eyes dancing, and didn't answer.

"Nah." He moved right along, unflappable as ever. "That was stopping an attempted robbery in the middle of the attack." He tipped back his own beer, having opted for the alcoholic version of a demitasse earlier, and shook his head. "People."

"Wait. In the middle?" Bobbi shook her head incredulously. "Insane people."

Walsh chuckled. "That too."

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Bobbi dragged herself out of SHIELD medical and pulled on a jean jacket and t-shirt in her quarters. She wanted off the Helicarrier and away from anything that reminded her of shooting three people, one confirmed dead, and barely making it out alive with the disk she'd been sent to retrieve.

She wanted coffee.

Walsh's place really did keep odd hours, whenever he was home and felt like serving. It was dark out and he was just behind his last exiting customers to lock up when he saw her, gave her a good once over, and raised his eyebrows.

She shot him an apologetic smile and came in since that was as good as an invitation.

He locked the door and killed the sign. "Long day?"

"Week actually. Coffee?"

"Sure." Easygoing as ever, Walsh was. He poured the coffee and studied her as he leaned on the counter, arms crossed.

She knew the little flicks of his eyes were taking in and cataloging each visible bruise, the scrape at her hairline, visible blood, and the stiff way she held her left side. But he didn't say anything, just noticed like the cop he was.

She finished the coffee, set it down, and met his gaze steadily, narrowed her eyes slightly, questioning. "You never ask questions, you know."

He shrugged. "It's your business. 'Sides, I don't need it showing up at my door."

She narrowed her eyes further. "My business or me?"

He sighed, head rolling back for a moment, before he took her cup to wash it. "You know the difference between you and me? I know when to let sleeping dogs lie."

"You're saying I shouldn't care?"

"I'm saying you're picking a fight."

Well, he wasn't wrong. "Broke up with my ex over secrets. They go with the job."

Walsh nodded. "I like secrets."

Her eyebrows shot up.

"You can't trust someone without secrets." He grinned at her, amusement in his eyes as he washed the mug then put it away.

She glanced around, taking in the safety and visibility of the place. "You kicking me out now?"

It was the opposite of what she really meant, but Walsh was Walsh. He got it, hand reaching our to tangle in the ends of her hair. "Only if you want to go."

She didn't.

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He didn't wake her up when he went to put on the coffee and breakfast. She looked tired enough to sleep through a hurricane, and he really didn't want to know what had colored her black and blue. She wouldn't thank him for asking.

Bobbi appeared when the pancakes were starting to smell good, wearing nothing more than his button up shirt.

He smiled at the sight of her groggy blinking. "Morning."

Her eyes tracked him, labeled him nonthreatening, then moved back to the food. "Hey. Pancakes?"

He passed her a plate.

"Thanks." She took a bite and smiled.