Hi! I don't know why, but I can't click on "read more" on your Angstpril prompts post (in fact, I can't click on anything on your Tumblr's theme... Again, no idea why, and I can't find the prompts list on Tumblr's default theme). Could you help me out, please? A direct link to the post should be enough, I think. Sorry for the inconvenience!
hi there!
we seem to be experiencing the same problem, and it looks like people can only access the list through the blog view. it appears that you'll have to hover around the middle of the post until you see two signs: an infinity and a reblog (pictures posted below). you would click the infinity sign (∞) to access the post link! we'll try to fix the problem you pointed out (thanks for telling us btw!) so for now, here's the angstpril prompts post!
let us know if you have any more questions, and we're sorry for the inconvenience!! have a good day/night!
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For the domestic prompts:
building a new piece of furniture from a flat pack together
for Diana and 47 :D
Hi! This only took me like two months to finally write! xD
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"This makes no sense." 47 huffed as he chucked a booklet onto the kitchen island. Diana raised an eyebrow, walking over from the kettle so she could inspect the discarded papers.
"Sundvik," she read out loud, flipping through the pages. "It says you need two people to put it together; why didn't you tell me?"
"You can't be putting furniture together in your condition," 47 countered. Diana rolled her eyes and motioned for him to lower his head so she could kiss him properly.
"If I promise I'll let you do all the heavy lifting, will you let me help you?"
"Alright. But I'm getting a chair for you to sit on."
"I'm fine, 47!" Diana called out, but her husband was already on his way to the garage to grab a folding chair for his pregnant wife. She smiled. He was ridiculous, and she loved him.
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Welcome to Sapienzanniversary 2024, a Flash Fest to celebrate Sapienza’s anniversary on April 26th!
Due to real life stuff, this year's Sapienzanniversary will be a flash fest, which means short creation period, but also low low minimum wordcount: 100 words (= a drabble). If you want to write more, you are very, very welcome to do so!
No prompts this time, everyone is free to come up with their own scenarios, as long as they're Sapienza-related. For inspiration, you can take a look at the Sapienzanniversary 2023 tag set.
Art is welcome! If you don't want to post your art to AO3, you can post it to Tumblr (Glaze and Nightshade are recommended; if you don't have a computer of if yours can't run Glaze you can get access to WebGlaze!) and use the tag Sapienzanniversary 2024 to have it reblogged to this blog.
Work reveals will be on April 26th, 16:59 UTC. This iteration of Sapienzanniversary won't have an anonymous period.
All characters, all ships, all headcanons are welcome.
Make sure that your fanworks do not contain any hostile elements towards people you disagree with in any part of the fanwork (title, tags, summary, author’s notes, body text). Refrain from adding DNI notes.
If you shame or harass other participants or non-participating fans, or if there are signs that you have deliberately caused problems in multiple events, your fanwork will be rejected from the collection.
If you want to participate but don't have an AO3 account yet, please slide into my DMs or send me an ask, either here on this blog or on my main @diana-fortyseven! You can also reach out per email: hitmanexchange+sapienza(at)gmail(dot)com
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(I played around with the Hitman Prompt Generator made by @diana-fortyseven and this was born. I'm really proud of this one!)
Pairing: Agent 47 x Reader
Trope: Almost Kiss
Words to use: Coin | station | statement
Dialogue: "Drop the weapon!"
(Also cross posted on AO3!)
Word count: 938
There isn't a day when it isn't raining in the city of fifteen million. Even with the bright neon signs, this part of Chongqing had always been darker than other places. At least, from the last time 47 had been there.
That time, it had been on business. A quick in-and-out mission into the ICA facility. He hadn't much time for exploring, but that was then. When priorities took precedent above anything.
No. This time, it was also for business, but not so much of an extreme as previously been. Sully Bowden had been on the contract list, and with a few placed items here and a bodyguard knocked out there, the late boxer found his untimely demise by pure chance.
All in a day's work. Well, rather a couple minutes. Either way to him, the job was done. Diana had already assured him of the payment transfer and had bid him a good night from wherever in the world she was. He doesn't ask her much about her life after the fall of Providence.
That's a question he could ask tomorrow, now that it was guaranteed.
In the present, his own life took precedence.
He spins the coin in his fingers, having picked one up in the small arcade. If he hadn't technically still been on the job, he probably would've whistled while he walked down to the main plaza.
That's when he spots you. And he smiles. By the stars, he smiles.
Huddled under your umbrella, you lean against a ledge near the section above the plaza, scrolling through your phone to pass the time. You had insisted on joining him on this job, even going the lengths to pay for your own ticket. Though, 47 had reimbursed your bank account right after your purchase. How you bought a ticket for a private flight, he still doesn't know.
Glancing to the side, he spots the trash can where he had stashed the bodyguard's pistol earlier. He flings the coin in the can's direction, the sound attracting another's attention as he walks to you.
You notice the shadow approaching you through the rain. Recognizing the hitman, you shut off your phone.
"I'm assuming everything went alright?" you ask. "Well, for you. Not the other guy."
He nods, stepping under the shelter of the umbrella. "That they did. Sorry to keep you waiting."
You dismiss him. "Don't apologize for that. Things take time. You and I both know that."
He hums in agreement. He could count how many times you've waited for him to come back to you after his contracts. Knowing the toll it took on you each time, he never protested when you asked to tag along, as long as your safety was assured.
"I got dinner," you say, gesturing to the bag of takeout next to you. "I know it isn't your first choice, but our flight's early tomorrow morning."
"It's alright," he responds, dismissing your thought. "It's still a meal we'll be sharing together."
Your face lights up at his statement. He won't ever admit it to you, but he relishes in the simpler things in life. At least, the ones he's been lucky enough to share and experience with you.
It had taken a long time for him to open up to you, but amid the struggles, you were there with him. From the Shadow Client to Grey's militia to the end of Providence. You had been there every step of the way, and he was more than grateful.
"You're such a charmer, you know that?" you say, leaning closer to the blue-eyed assassin with a smile.
"I have many skills," he admits.
"I'm sure you haven't shown me all of them."
He tries to hold back a smirk but fails. "Care to find out?"
"Very much so," you purr.
How poetic this moment was for you both. A kiss in the rain! Your faces were only inches from each other now. Sure, it was rare for both of you to be physically affectionate. Let alone when in public. If you could bottle up this moment, you would. How often do people get this opportunity after all-
"Drop the weapon!"
And of course, the moment's ruined.
You nearly jump out of your skin as a person shouts from down the street. Luckily, 47 wound his arm around you earlier, keeping you grounded.
From what you can make out through the rain, a scared passerby hastily drops a firearm and holds his hands up in surrender to a nearby guard.
Your eyebrow arches at the hitman. "Your doing, I'm guessing?"
"I'm not sure what you mean." You could hear the slight grin in his voice though. A little bit of chaos was good every now and then, as he had picked up from you. When exactly, you're not sure.
You both watch for a moment as the guard's partner walks up and handcuffs the passerby. Guard #1 picks up a coin dropped amid the confusion and glances around the area.
"We should get out of here," 47 suggests.
You laugh. "Don't have to tell me twice."
47 takes the umbrella from you and reaches for your hand. You're about to give him the bag of food when he shakes his head, gesturing to your other hand.
Your heart warms at the motion. 47 was still opening up on physical affection. You never pushed him for any when you both were alone and only let him initiate it when he was comfortable.
Together, you walk hand-in-hand to the train station, hoping to get a dinner date with a terribly made movie in before your departure.
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