So, in the spirit of -entines both Gal and Val, and because I'm feeling ridiculously productive, wordwise, un meme! Super basic and open-ended:
Leave me some shippy fic prompts, and I will write you something!
Be ridiculous, be-be ridiculous. I know I'm sometimes awful at delivering with these, but if you ask for robot/cockroach otp* and/or shameless
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Her espresso's gone cold by the time he appears-wearing a leather jacket that looks effortfully dented, still shining beneath its purposeful scuffs. He's always indulgent whenever they're in Italy-what is that, some kind of assumed birthright? Every time, he gets a new jacket, and she's pretty sure it's company money that goes into it.
"Francesca," he says, kissing his fingers, the look on his face deceptively self-mocking behind his hand. "Bella."
His accent is appalling, even after years of training. Then again, he's not trying very hard. Even now, he looks better-equipped to play the bolshy American tourist, clumsy and unthreatening and charm like a lucky accident. The natives never have a chance.
She pushes her sunglasses up from her nose onto her head, squinting through the light, and blots away a reluctant grin with her napkin, leaving behind a lipstick print-in demure day-brown that hides coffee stains, call that dressing for the mission. If the suits are paying for her to wait ( ... )
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