#peggynat

I'm looking specifically to rp PeggyNat, no other ships at this time, so please only message me if you'd be interested to rp this ship.

Literacy: Literate. 2-4 Paragraphs tends to be my preferred length but is not necessary, just no one-liners as I find it hard to stay engaged with them. I'm happy to match your rp style!

Characters: I'm most comfortable with roleplaying Natasha, but I'm happy to try my hand at Peggy as well.

Plot: I'd like to come up with a plot together, planning the story is half the fun after all. If you have any ideas you'd wanna try, I'd love to hear them! If you have no ideas at all, don't stress about it, I have a few drafts we can use, rework or just use as inspiration :)

I really value communication! If you want to change something, try out a different plot or are just not feeling it at all anymore, just let me know!

I also love to chat a bit ooc. Sharing ideas, headcanons or just enthusiasm about our rp or just PeggyNat in general is fun! But if you don't like to chat ooc much, I respect that.

I'm happy to rp here on Tumblr or switch to Discord :)

I am participating in the AU Roulette Challenge over at @au-roulette again this year! This year, instead of writing three separate AUs, I wrote one AU combining all three of my prompts (Dystopia, Paranomal Investigators, and Urban Fantasy).

All four chapters of this fic are complete, and I’m posting them once a week on Tuesdays.

Title: Come away, O Human child

Fandom: MCU

Pairing: Peggy Carter/Natasha Romanoff

Summary: As humanity, about to lose a decade-long war with the Fae, teeters on the brink of potential extinction, Peggy, Jarvis, and Dugan are stuck hunting ghosts in an eleventh-hour Hail Mary play that really doesn’t seem like it’s going to work. Natasha, a fairy (and double agent) is working on a last-ditch manoeuvre of her own. And Peggy and Natasha are - well, it’s - complicated.

Rating: M

Read Chapter 3 on A03

Read the story from the beginning

Excerpt:

Nine and a half years ago

“Hey, Peggy.”

Peggy whirled around, but relaxed as she recognized Natasha’s voice, even before Natasha herself came into view. “Natasha.” Every time they met, she remembered all over again just how hard it was to keep her distance, when it would be so easy to - no.

Natasha took a step towards her, as if drawn by the same magnetic force, then visibly caught herself. “I assume SHIELD has given their final no to working with me.”

“They have,’ Peggy confirmed, sliding her hands into her pockets to stop herself from doing anything terribly unwise. “I suppose I can’t blame them. They have no reason to trust you farther than they can throw you. After all, they aren’t bound to you by an ancient fairy conjugal - ” she tilted her head curiously. “Actually, I've been wondering. Are you and I technically married? By Fae law?”

“What? No!”

“Good. Just checking.”

I am participating in the AU Roulette Challenge over at @au-roulette again this year! This year, instead of writing three separate AUs, I wrote one AU combining all three of my prompts (Dystopia, Paranomal Investigators, and Urban Fantasy).

All four chapters of this fic are complete, and I'm posting them once a week on Tuesdays.

Title: Come away, O Human child

Fandom: MCU

Pairing: Peggy Carter/Natasha Romanoff

Summary: As humanity, about to lose a decade-long war with the Fae, teeters on the brink of potential extinction, Peggy, Jarvis, and Dugan are stuck hunting ghosts in an eleventh-hour Hail Mary play that really doesn’t seem like it’s going to work. Natasha, a fairy (and double agent) is working on a last-ditch manoeuvre of her own. And Peggy and Natasha are - well, it’s - complicated.

Rating: M

Read Chapter 2 on A03

Read the story from the beginning

Excerpt:

Ten years ago

This, Peggy, reflected, was the kind of wild party that tended to be thrown in times of existential crisis, where everybody got very drunk and tried very hard to distract themselves from the looming threat of extinction. 

It was still a little hard to believe.

Four months ago, humanity had abruptly learned that fairies were not only real, but that they'd begun defending their shared planet from environmental disaster with a ferocity that - well, that, if she was being honest, that Peggy couldn't entirely blame them for. Humans had rather mucked things up. Still, she didn't particularly want to die, nor to live out the rest of her life in thrall to the Fae. Her brother was missing presumed either dead or enthralled. And the hastily-formed SHIELD was, in her opinion as an admittedly quite junior agent, still running about like chickens with their heads off.

Lost in these thoughts, Peggy made her way to the buffet table. The redheaded woman standing next to the punch bowl smiled at her -  a sly, rather knowing smile that unexpectedly shot through Peggy like Cupid's arrow. Oh.

It had been a very long and terribly frustrating day, Peggy was already a little drunk, and the world had abruptly fallen apart just as she'd decided that she might finally be through the deepest part of mourning Steve and ready to try dating again. But she'd come to this party to - well, perhaps, she considered reasonably, this actually was why she'd come to the party.

Her friend stood up and approached her bed. It was impossible to look away because she also was so stupidly tall. A calloused hand found hers, covered it.

“I know lying here must feel awful; I would have much the same reaction were I in your shoes,” Peggy said gently. “But I do care, and I do not want you to think I forgot between debriefings and questionnaires. You can always ask me for anything, Natasha. You are my friend.”

Swallowing dryly, Natasha held the warm gaze and nodded. “Okay,” she said, her voice smaller than she wanted it to be.

“Do you?”

“What?” She didn’t follow.

The kind artist (Flick-the-Thief) gave me permission to use this one for my ongoing fic! That's so cool. Thank you!

I am participating in the AU Roulette Challenge over at @au-roulette again this year! This year, instead of writing three separate AUs, I wrote one AU combining all three of my prompts.

All four chapters of this fic are written and edited, but the later ones still need a bit more polishing. So, I'm going to post the first chapter today, and the rest once a week (on Tuesdays) over the next few weeks.

The three prompts I combined for this story are Dystopia, Paranormal Investigators, and Urban Fantasy.

Title: Come away, O Human child

Fandom: MCU

Pairing: Peggy Carter/Natasha Romanoff

Summary: As humanity, about to lose a decade-long war with the Fae, teeters on the brink of potential extinction, Peggy, Jarvis, and Dugan are stuck hunting ghosts in an eleventh-hour Hail Mary play that really doesn't seem like it's going to work. Natasha, a fairy (and double agent) is working on a last-ditch manoeuvre of her own. And Peggy and Natasha are - well, it's - complicated.

Rating: M

Read Chapter 1 on A03

Excerpt:

“Well, I certainly hope it’s a ghost this time,” said Jarvis. “We’re running out of - oooh!” He, Peggy, and Dugan watched in silence as the floor and ceiling bobbed wildly on the recording for a few hard-to-follow moments, before the person filming zoomed in on the supposed ghost again, this time from considerably further away.

A familiar flash of red hair in the background caught Peggy's eye, and she paused the recording, leaning in to get a closer look. It was, indeed, Natasha. She let out a breath.

“What?” Dugan asked. “You think this one's actually real?”

“Hang on a second.” Peggy rewound the recording and watched again. Well, all right, then. She cleared her throat. “First, I need you both to promise this doesn’t leave the room, for the time being at least.” Jarvis and Dugan both nodded. “So, the interesting thing in this recording,” she told them, slowly, “is not, in fact, a ghost. It’s a fairy.”

Dugan swore. “Shit, I really thought Stark’s defenses might hold this time.”

“Don’t panic,” Peggy told him. “This particular fairy can be a bit of an ass sometimes, but she’s not a threat.”

“Are you sure it’s not a ghost?” Jarvis asked, peering at the screen again. “Fairies aren’t generally transparent.” He eyed her. “Are they?”

Peggy sighed. “The ghost is clearly a hoax, just like every other bloody ghost story we’ve investigated in this ridiculous department. The fairy is off to the side, just there by the punch bowl, looking entirely unperturbed.” She gestured. “The redhead.”

“Really?” asked Dugan, squinting at the recording. “She looks pretty human to me. And, as far as I know fairies can’t cast a glamour through a screen.”

“Not to my knowledge,” Peggy agreed. “But regardless, believe me. She looks human, but she isn’t. She has wings. The dress is quite cleverly chosen.”

Jarvis regarded her with interest. “You’ve encountered her before.” 

“I have.”

Dugan tilted his head. “Wait. Are you blushing?”

“Of course not!”

Jarvis looked even more interested. After three years of fruitlessly hunting ghosts together as the world fell apart, Jarvis knew Peggy far too well. But she knew him quite well too. His determined matchmaking was well-meaning but best ignored, and now she could see him recalibrating, mentally increasing the pool of people he might attempt to push her towards, a pool that had been diminishing rapidly as the remainder of unaffected humanity got smaller and smaller.

Peggy sighed. “Oh, for God’s sake, Mr. Jarvis.”

Biscuits and Bitemarks

Ship: Peggy Carter/Natasha Romanov

Tags: Alternate Universe, Peggy Carter as Captain Carter (Marvel), Peggy Carter as Captain America (Marvel), BAMF Peggy Carter, BAMF Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Natasha Romanov is Bad at Feelings (Marvel), Friendship, Slow Burn, Written by a human

Summary: Peggy took the serum and went into the ice as Captain Carter. She comes out 70 years later into a world of mobile telephones and energy drinks, still reaching for a past she can't get back to. Natasha doesn't reach for anyone — it's safer that way. Until she is assigned a supersoldier as a new partner, and suddenly things get complicated.

Two women, a century apart, now have to learn each other's language and that it's alright to want something you're allowed to keep. Neither of them is any good at this.

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