Finally doing this!

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Tell me about a story I haven't written haven't started writing, and I'll give you between one and three sentences from that story.

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Richard III/William Shakespeare, honeymoon

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"We have access to the time sewers. We could go anywhere, anywhen - the hanging gardens of Babylon, the library of Alexandria, the first performance of Much Ado About Nothing... wherever you want to go," says Shakespeare, one hand gently cupping Richard's cheek.

"It doesn't matter," says Richard, leaning up to kiss him, "as long as I'm with you."

[doreyg]

sdfgrsgrsgsgsg SO ADORABLE AND LOVELY AND. <3333

[doreyg]

Mat/Darren, secret

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"Probably best not to let anyone know - workplaces romances, you know how it is," whispers Darren, as they stroll back onto set after lunch, and Mat nods, tugging his collar up as high as possible.

Jude barely even glances at them before he says, "Oh, look, it's my two dads. Been snogging in the dressing room again, have you?" and they're left to exchange a stunned look in silence.

[doreyg]

regrsgsfsf THERE ARE NO WORDS FOR HOW PERFECT THIS IS! <33333

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Steampunk AU

They are in the midst of battle, it is chaos upon the Victory, and Nelson and Hardy are on the quarterdeck when a powder monkey runs up and, shakily saluting, pants out, "Sir, automatons - on the lower gun deck - and moving lower -"

"Beatty," they gasp in unison, and instantly they're running along the deck, charging down stairs and sliding down ladders, racing to get there in time -

When they burst into the cockpit, they're greeted by the sight of absolute destruction: the floor is covered in metal and gears and black oil - and, in the midst of it all, Beatty calmly stands there, brandishing a huge medical saw and staring at them like they're mad to have worried at all.

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Steampunk AU

"Is there anything you can do, doctor?" asks Nelson, his single warm hand cradling the cold clockwork one as it twitches and judders in his lap, several fingers bent out of shape by the impact of the shrapnel.

"I'm trained to deal with flesh, not gears," sighs Beatty, setting his bag down on a nearby barrel.

Then he sees the look on Hardy's face and continues, softly, "But I'll see what I can do."

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(I have a funny feeling this joke's already been done, but...)

Charles looks at Sotherby; Sotherby looks anywhere but Charles.

"Shouldn't you - err - shouldn't you be holding that above your head, sire?" says Sotherby, currently staring at the ceiling instead of at his very naked king.

"Sothers," replies Charles, laughing, "I think you'll find that I am."