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Things too Far to Reach

Imagine posting your wlw renegades week fic the day after the week ends?? yea that’s me. i finished this late last night, but I was too tired to post it so im doing it it now. Short drabble where Narcissa is a princess and Danna is the daughter of a lady-in-waiting. veryyy angsty.

Word Count: 611

Pairing: Danissa

Narcissa could hardly remember a time she didn’t like Danna Bell. Even as a child, she had liked her platonically. But now, what she felt for Danna was so much more. Whenever she was in meetings, learning how to be the next Queen of Gatlon, she thought of Danna, wishing she could kiss her once more. And the moments when they kissed were something else all together. They made Narcissa feel like she was caught up in a dream she could never escape from.

Until one day she had to.

Every princess had something they liked to do in their spare time. Narcissa’s “thing” was her makeup. Most people thought it was because she didn’t like her face, or she was unsatisfied about something, but it wasn’t true. She just liked making her face shine. Once she had even done Danna’s makeup, and she had enjoyed every minute of it.

Just as she finished, she heard her wall start to creak open. As weird as it was, this happened often. No one knew the palace better than Danna, and it was how she got around almost all the time. She had never been the kind to simply take the stairs. Plus, this way she wouldn’t have to pass the guards and raise any kind of suspicion.

“Hey, Princess,” Danna smirked, appearing in her closet doorframe. Immediately, her heart stopped. Traditionally, daughters of the lady’s-in-waiting were supposed to wear dresses, but Danna hardly did. She was wearing leather pants that Narcissa was sure she got commissioned for herself, and a button-up shirt, flaunting all the best parts about her.

“Hey,” Narcissa took a step towards Danna, slowly touching her lips to Danna’s and treasuring every moment of it. What she felt with Danna had changed her, and she loved it. All she wanted was to live in her fantasy forever. The beautiful fantasy that she could get married to Danna, and that they could rule side-by-side.

But she couldn’t. There was no way she could ever be with Danna. She might have been in love, but true love couldn’t exist for her. There was no way. And that had always been her destiny.

“I’m sorry, Danna,” She spoke quietly, pulling away, “I shouldn’t be doing this. This can’t be happening.”

She watched the tear start to grow in Danna’s eye before it was immediately destroyed by something else. “Narcissa. It’s already happening.”

”I know, I know but Danna, The whole country is trying to find a male suitor for me! I meet my first one today. And I’m sorry, but I just can’t lead the country with you distracting me.”

“Is this, is it the end?”

“Yes. I’m sorry,” She could already feel the tears running down her cheek.

As Danna started to leave, Narcissa realized there was something she needed to say to her. Danna had opened up her world and completely changed it for the better.

“Danna?” She could hardly bear to look at her, knowing there was pain in her eyes. “Please wait.”

“What?” Danna shot dryly, “I thought you couldn’t run the country with me.”

She took a deep breath in trying to calm herself, “I can’t, and I’m sorry, but I want you to know that you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. You made me feel things I’ve never felt before, and in a whole new way. I don’t regret any minute I’ve ever spent with you, except for maybe this one.”

Danna was crying now, and she managed a weak smile, “I hope that you can find happiness with whoever you end up with.”

“And I hope the same of you.”

#wlwrenegades #danissa #renegades #danna bell #narcissa cronin #my fics #drabble #this is terrible don't shoot me alive

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SHE HAD DANNA

Hewooos!!! So, I’m back to irritate you all with my boring lengthy fanfics (Ignore me Irdk wth happens to my self esteem when I post a fanfic here :,)) So yes, I have written this nobell fanfic and I hope you enjoy it.

A/N (Pfft more like a disclaimer XD): Okay, so, even if I am bisexual, I have actually never written, known or experienced a wlw relationship and yet I tried to write this nobell fanfic. I tried really hard and I think it came out too lengthy. It wasn’t my intention, yet it did. Also, I wanted to say this that here, I had and have no intention of portraying Adrian as some egotistical or obnoxious guy, because he isn’t. And he will never be. I just wanted to have a reason to write this plot and so I chose this one.

TITLE: She had Danna

WORD COUNT: 2693

This is going all wrong. This was not what she expected. Nova’s head was spinning from her indecision.

It has been more than a year since the renegades resigned their role as the heroes of the city. So, Nova isn’t expected to be particularly good anymore, right? Of course, she didn’t want to go on and become a terrorist or anything, but she could do minute bad things, couldn’t she?

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#nobell #wlw ship #fanfiction #nova artino #danna bell

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NOO STOP MAKING ME SCREAM LIKE THIS

Cause even when she's next to me, We could not be more far apart

here’s another wlw renegades fic dkfsdhf. Noby royalty oneshot. Ruby is a princess, and Nova is her guard. After an assassin almost kills Ruby, and traps them inside a closet, Nova struggles with guilt over letting Ruby into danger, and for her feelings for the princess. While others work to free them, Ruby and Nova get closer while together.

title from She, by Dodie because I’m gay <3

wc: 2359

Ruby hurried through the halls, her long dress spreading out behind her. The constant sound of footsteps was still behind her. Her shadow.

Ruby groaned. “Nova, you don’t need to watch me constantly. I’m just walking around the castle, I don’t need a babysitter.”

“Sorry princess. I have my orders,” Nova responded stiffly. Her brown eyes glittered under her helmet, and her black hair curled up slightly.

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#noby #wlw renegades #nova artino #ruby tucker

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november 27th <33

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The Beauty of Your Dance

It’s hard to believe this is my first contribution to wlw renegades week!! Anyway, today’s prompt was enemies to lovers dance au and im here to danceeee!! okay have some novissa.

Pairing: Novissa

Word Count: 1,889

When Nova had entered the 8th grade, she had gotten serious about dance. Before, she had been serious to an extent. She had danced all the time and had gotten her pointe shoes two years before. And the best thing was, everyone knew she was the best at her studio. She worked day and night at Anarchy Academy of Ballet, but part of her wanted freedom.

Ever since she had decided to become serious about dance, she had been sworn off to talk with people from any other studio. Technically, no one was stopping her from chatting with them, but it just wasn’t what was expected of her.

And of course, today was the day that Reject School of Dance held an invitational. Most studios were just there as a formality. The real competition was between Anarchy and Reject. Narcissa Cronin, their best dancer there, and was just as stuck-up and snobby as the people she worked with. Nova tried hard to understand what she was going through, she tried to remember they were working through the same problems. But the problem was, she needed to hate Narcissa Cronin, simply because of who she was.

As she tied her pointe shoes backstage, Nova regretted not sewing and breaking in a new pair yesterday. With all the dancing she did, Anarchy shipped her two new pairs a week, which still wasn’t enough.

“Ew,” A Reject dancer laughed as she walked past, “I can’t believe you even have the guts to go up against the Rejects. You should probably save yourself the embarrassment, honey.”

Nova’s lip curled up in disgust, but she wasn’t about to fight back. Before a dance competition, it was always best to have good mental health. Arguing wouldn’t help her.

Finally standing, she did a few releves’ on pointe before marking her dances. This year, she had a duet with Winston Pratt, a man she didn’t particularly like due to his clownish antics, and a trio with Honey Harper and Ingrid Thompson. Not to mention their smash group number for the end. She knew the Anarchists would win this year. They had to.

She watched in the wings as the first number started. As expected it was a really big group number from the Rejects. She had to admit they were really good. The energy their dancers had couldn’t be mistaken. And they all looked happy. Truthfully, it could have just been the lighting, but there was no mistaking the sparkles in their smiles. By the end of the dance, the audience clapped so loud she thought they would eliminate the rest of the dancers for the Rejects being so amazing.

The next dance was pretty unimportant. It was a solo done by a boy who danced at Renegade Ballet. She had never even heard of the studio, but she wondered how he was able to dance with his cane. He made it seem effortless, but she knew it must have been incredibly hard for him to dance with a disability like that.

Watching as the dances slipped by one after the next, she started to get anxious for her duet, which was coming up soon. Finally, the dance before her came on, so she checked herself over once, and headed further into the wings.

When she got on stage, everything melted away. The competition, the crowd, even Winston, who was spinning her around. There were no Rejects and no Anarchists. It was just her, and this beautiful dance. Nothing could change that. As the lighting went dark, she realized that was the first time she had ever nailed that dance perfectly. As much as she practiced, there were still moves that didn’t come perfectly natural to her that were even harder to do with Winston. But on that stage, she had been perfect.

The tensions during intermission were high. The most communication that happened were whispers between dancers in the same companies. Nova’s anxiety started to kick in, so she did what she always did to help. Plies, crunches, and pirouettes all helped her relax and get into show mode.

“Nova,” Ingrid spoke while spraying more hairspray on her bun, “We all know you’re going to be great, stop worrying about it.”

“I can’t,” she responded, knowing it was true, “There’s always an opportunity for someone to get better. If I stop now, I won’t be the best forever. I’ve got to keep persisting. Narcissa Cronin’s probably practicing right now too. I have to beat her.”

“Actually,” Honey interrupted, “She’s over there hanging out with her friends. Like you should be doing.”

Nova dropped down from her posse, sighing. “It’s not my fault she won’t be the best at her studio soon enough.”

“Nova,” Honey’s voice took a level on her heart. Her friends only wanted what was best for her. Maybe they were right. Maybe there was more to life than just dance. The only problem was that she had no idea what was missing.

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Soon enough, the intermission was over and everyone was back in the wings, hoping their studio would win. It was no surprise that Narcissa Cronin was opening Act 2 with her solo that every Reject claimed to be amazing. Nova hoped it wasn’t true, yet knowing Narcissa’s reputation, it probably was.

As the music started, Nova felt all her worries wash away. Normally, this only happened to her when she danced, not when someone else danced. But watching Narcissa dance was like being in a dream. She flowed perfectly with the music, making the whole experience one you should have paid thousands for. Her fiery red hair lit up the stage, perfectly contrasting with the cyan lighting. Narcissa looked beautiful, and Nova couldn’t take her eyes off her.

She was caught in a trance, something she had never seen before. Then, she heard it. Narcissa had picked up the pace of her dance and fallen. At first, Nova felt no remorse. With her enemy fallen, the victory could be her’s. But not long after, she got ahold of herself. What if Narcissa was hurt? Any dancer knew that an injury could keep you out of the studio for longer than expected.

Narcissa didn’t appear hurt as she picked herself up, and continued her dance as nothing had happened. Nova admired her for that. If she was hurt, there were no signs of it, and if that had embarrassed her, there were no signs of it. But when she got back up, her dance didn’t have the same magical spirit it had before. It looked empty almost like she knew everyone in the crowd was disappointed.

Her dance ended, and the crowd clapped, though it was half-hearted. Narcissa’s dance had been amazing, yet the crowd and the judges would only remember her fall.

Still feeling remorse for Narcissa, Nova knew she needed to get ahold of herself. She, Ingrid, and Honey were on next, and they still needed to be flawless if she wanted to win.

The dance was short, yet meaningful. It was hard too, their jumps needed to soar, and all be in perfect time. Only the most elite dancers were able to perform it. Still, she felt like she shouldn't be prepping to go onstage. She should have been with Narcissa, comforting her.

She hoped that at least someone was there and that her whole studio hadn’t turned on her.

There was something that Nova noticed when she went onstage. She felt happier, but sad all at the same time. Though her dance earlier had been flawless, it had been empty. This dance felt full of feelings and all the things she had missed before. It felt whole.

Before she knew it, the dance was over. It had felt so blur-of-the-moment, just like what had happened to her when she had seen Narcissa onstage. Quickly, the exited stage left, while Ingrid and Honey disappeared stage right. Since they had unloaded their stuff near stage right, she would have to walk around the large stage, but she didn’t mind it. It would give her a quick moment to process the blur of feelings she had just experienced.

There were many reasons Nova liked the Reject’s theatre. The main reason was that the stage was so big. But another always-present reason was all the dark corridors. It was so easy to get lost if you wanted to, but easy to stay on track. Since she was done for a while, she wanted to get lost. Because sometimes, getting lost was so much easier than facing the things that were directly in front of you.

She was so lost in her thoughts and problems that she barely heard the sniffle that came from a short, dark corridor which Nova was 87% sure led out to the stage, yet most people used the main wings.

“Are you okay?” she asked the mysterious figure, who appeared to be pretty distressed.

“No,” the voice responded. She now knew it was a girl's voice, and it was pretty too. It was probably the most serene voice she had ever heard.

“Do you want some company?” She asked the shadow, hoping she would say yes.

“Are you a Reject?” The girl asked, and Nova was unsure how to respond.

“No,” She responded hoping she had made the right choice, “I’m an Anarchist.”

“Then be my guest.”

Nova stepped into the shadows, somewhat shocked to see the girl was none other than Narcissa Cronin, her former worst enemy.

“Are you Narcissa Cronin?” She needed to be sure.

“Yeah. Reject School of Dance’s biggest disappointment. I’m sure you love me for that. The Anarchists are practically guaranteed to win this year. All because of me.”

“You know what?” She asked Narcissa, “I don’t really even care about winning this year. I mean, I did, but something happened to me, and now I feel like it doesn’t even matter. Anarchists, Rejects, we’re all human so why the hell does it matter who wins this stupid dance invitational?” She felt adrenaline rush through her. Why was she admitting things like this to Narcissa Cronin, of all people?”

“I think that’s really cool because it’s a perspective I’ve never heard before. All the Rejects just want to win. It’s like their only priority. And truthfully, I’m like them. I’m like them so much that I’ve pretty much forgotten to enjoy dance.” She stopped, and for a moment, neither of them said anything. “I’m sorry,” Narcissa said after a moment, “Honestly, I have no idea why I’m telling you all of this. I don’t even know your name.”

“It’s Nova. Nova Artino.”

She watched Narcissa’s eyes grow big. “You’re Nova Artino? But I heard you were like, the most competitive person on Earth!” She let out half of a laugh, but the statement hit Nova pretty hard.

“Well, I used to be.” It was true.

“Look, I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings. You were really nice to talk to.”

“Thanks. You were too. Do you feel better?”

“Well normally, when I’m feeling down, I just dance. But right now, I don’t think dancing is how I want to cheer myself up,” Narcissa confessed.

“That’s fair. Will you come backstage with me? I have a number coming up.”

“Yeah. I think I’d like that,” Narcissa grinned.

“Then come on. Let’s dance.”

#novissa #wlwrenegades #nova artino #queercreators #narcissa cronin #my fics #renegades #renegades trilogy #fanfiction #marissa meyer #fics #adrian everhart #oscar silva #ruby tucker #osby

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P L S

sometimes i wonder how a writer would describe me if i were a character in a book

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Thanks sm for the tag!!

Last Song: Invisible String by Taylor Swift

Last Movie: idk probably Jumanji don’t judge me

Currently watching: nothing bc school’s taking up too much of my time

Currently reading: I’m not your perfect Mexican Daughter

Currently craving: w a t e r im thirsty

@why-cant-arson-be-my-hobby @phobidawg @novanna

Tagged by @stillwaitingformagic (❁´◡`❁) Thank you darling, I hope you have a wonderful day 💛🧡💖💟

Rules: Tag 9 people you’d like to get to know better/catch up with.

Last song:

I considered cheating and choosing some fancy song but decided to be honest and just post the last liked song from spotify :’D

Arizona Zervas - NIGHTRIDER

I don’t much care for words as long as it’s a good upbeat, clear quiet background song for writing/reading :)

Last Movie:

It’s either Wonder Woman (finally watched the first movie lol) or Jumanji 2

Currently Watching:

Suffering through season 5 of Gotham 🙄

Currently Reading:

I’m on chapter 8 of City of Bones for the past…. I don’t know….2 months? 😅

Currently Craving:

Amazing, proper, real, strong, boiling hot, aromatic, rich— coffee. 🥵☕🔥

Tagging: @alecmagnuslwb , @cuubism , @sharona1x2, @hockles, @thechairmanlikesalec, @arialerendeair , @itsdaughterofthemoon, @missjudge-me, @yotsubaayase, @youngreckless, @pb-nj, @ladymatt

I can’t count, shush do it if you’d like 🤗🤗🤗

#thanks for the tag!!#tag game

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a list of my fanfiction, alphabetized, for convenience

a series of unfortunate events

— the world still spins; (hanukkah fic)

fantastic beasts and where to find them

— a broken-winged bird; (angels & demons au ft. newtina, jacqueenie, leta x theseus)

— birds of a feather; (high school au)

— may all your christmases be white; (newtina christmas fic)

hamilton

— all tied up; (whamilton teacher au)

— a love that lets go; (maria x eliza fic)

— basil & bergamot; (whamilton candle shop au)

— but don’t take love off the table yet; (jamilton rock band au)

— check, please; (whamilton meet-cute)

— coffee; (domestic whamilton)

— honorary father’s day; (sequel to basil & bergamot)

— horses & hijinks; (sequel to sneaky bastards)

— sneaky bastards; (jamilton child au)

— the love of my eternity; (hamiliza immortals au)

— the man with the wings tattoo; (whamilton hurt/comfort)

— when we live no more, we may live ever; (prequel to you’re not alone)

— you can wear the crown but you’re no princess; (but don’t take the love off the table yet’s spicy sequel)

— you play through my mind like a symphony; (jamilton college au)

— you’re not alone; (domestic whamilton ft. philip hamilton)

harry potter

— coffee, then the world; (pansmione college au)

— of cloudless climes and starry skies; (linny soulmate au)

— paper lanterns; (linny coffee shop au)

— you were the song stuck in my head (linny songfic)

julie and the phantoms

— accordant notes; (juke meet-cute)

— “ I am not telling you how I lost my virginity, nope.” + willex + background juke + previous luke x alex

— stolen words; (erased anime au ft. very minor ruke)

— sweat(shirt)er weather; (juke stealing clothes, reversed gender roles fic)

— the cloud that took the form of a demon in my view; (supernatural au ft. juke)

chapters: one / two /

— the midnight hour is close at hand; (halloween fic ft. juke, willex, carrie x nick)

— “we can either just cuddle, or you can sleep on the couch?” + willex

— “why’s it so small?” + willex (aka, the christmas tree heist)

— “you love me and you know it.” + juke (aka, is cereal a soup?: a jatp debate)

— “you said you weren’t going to leave, no matter how hard things got.” + willex

the grisha trilogy

— in another life, i would make you stay (genyalina songfic)

#tbr list #fanfic

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