leave me fic prompts
seeing as I'm bored, I'm going to ask people to leave me characters and/or pairings in the comments and I'll give you little drabble pieces of my head canon (if you want an AU setting or something, just specify)
try to aim for a fandom I'm familiar with please, though go free reign on any pairing/character/AU that you want; length of response will ( Read more... )
try to aim for a fandom I'm familiar with please, though go free reign on any pairing/character/AU that you want; length of response will ( Read more... )
To be honest, Anthea really likes her job. It's almost a shame that she's signed so many confidentiality agreements that she's not quite sure whether she's allowed to admit that. Her mother thinks she's an secretary, her sisters think she's a PA, and her estranged father has probably forgotten she even exists. But that's okay. Names have never meant much to her anyway - it doesn't matter what they think, what matters is what she actually does.
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Mycroft may be one of the smartest men alive, but he isn't exactly well-equipped to handle the tide of constantly advancing technology. He can use his mobile phone for texting and calling, but that's probably the extent of it. The man still prefers writing things out in longhand script, which Anthea is charged with retyping and organising into a secure storage space.
Some days she wonders whether she was the first person to laugh openly at Mycroft's abysmally slow typing skills. She also wonders whether that was how she got her job to begin with.
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During her first week working under Mycroft, one of her male co-workers tried to touch her ass. Mycroft walked out of his room to see the man cradling his arm and glaring at Anthea, who was looking back unashamedly. Her sisters were both ten years older than her and were adamant that their little sister knew basic self defence. She grew up knowing how to slam people twice her size to the ground without batting an eyelid.
It turns out her co-worker had broken his wrist, and then was promptly demoted for improper inter-office conduct.
Anthea, on the other hand, recieved a new Blackberry and was told to follow Mycroft around. "Knowing you already can defend yourself saves me time having to teach you," was all he said.
(She still got enrolled to learn capoeira, and after a month, she was taught how to use a gun. It was more fun than she imagined and she still occasionally goes out every fortnight to practise her shooting.)
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Let's get one thing straight: Anthea has never killed anyone.
Still, she has authorised assassinations and the use of deadly force on other people more than once, and she wonders whether that counts. Once, she had asked Mycroft, and he had only smiled and told her calmly,
"When you kill someone with your hands, you'll see why there's a difference."
Anthea tries not to think too hard about how her boss had said when instead of if.
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When one pictures secret government work, one would hardly imagine so much paperwork. The threats to the monarchy however, aren't quite so exaggerated.
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No one she meets during work either cares what her name is, or if they do, they never believe the answer she gives. Even when she answers honestly, I'm called Anthea, they always assume it's some form of alias. Mycroft tells her to subtly encourage this belief.
"More often than not, a person's own stupidity can work as your best protection," he says.
(She never mentions how she found out how she finds the paperwork ready to protect her mother and sisters should anything in work go awry.)
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Family, it seems, is very important to Mycroft. She sees this time and time again. Sherlock is... interesting, though she knows better to comment. She just sends another detail to keep an eye on Sherlock, his flat, his flatmate; sends people to bug the living space and to pull the right strings to that Scotland Yard don't kick him out.
Perhaps, Mycroft takes the idea of Big Brother a touch too literally, but there is something extreme about both Holmes boys. Maybe theatrics is how they show affection, Anthea isn't quite sure.
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There are people who handle Mycroft's food, his clothes, his housekeeping; people who bring his coffees, filter his calls. Anthea is not one of them. She handles secrets that could bring down governments, meets people who control whole countries, works with one of the cleverest men in this century, and life is never boring.
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/fin
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