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fastcardotmp3 · 3 months

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“It’s because, dear Eight, you are me,” he grins, blood on his teeth staining his lips. “All that anger? All that violence? Oh, I can die comfortably knowing that my legacy is upheld, you monstrous little thing.” “My name is Kali,” she growls, stomach turning. » KalixRobin // Rated T // Post-S4 // 2.1k » Febuwhump #5: Bees & Killing in Self Defense » Febuwhump Masterlist

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“Don’t stand there and pretend like you planned this,” she sneers, hands curling into fists at her sides, reaching inwards for an energy in her powers that has been fading for the hours and hours it has taken her to reach far enough past his walls to reach this. Him. “This is the end of the road. You’ve lost.”

One smiles at her. He’s young here, the version of him which she remembers so clearly, but the kindness she had once seen in that smile has turned to something toxic, dripping with condescension and hatred.

Dripping too, however, with a bone-deep tiredness in which Kali relishes.

They did that. Her and El and Will and Max– those of them capable of existing within this space– and that is the thing which will win this for them. Just because she’s the only one standing here now, just because he’s managed to lock the rest of them out, doesn’t mean she doesn’t still have backup.

Doesn’t mean he doesn’t know it.

“Perhaps so,” One steps forward, unsteady and clearly pained. “But can I tell you how I knew it would be you? In a dying man’s final words?”

Kali stiffens, but she doesn’t retreat on his approach, just continues gathering her strength, waiting for enough of it to bloom in her chest in order to do what needs doing.

“My name is Kali,” she growls, stomach turning.

“And you are going to make me so proud.”

“What I did was justice!” she exclaims, a step forward, a burning at the center of her power. “What you did was cruelty, was murder, but I got even. We are not the same.”

“Justice, perhaps, but for what purpose? Still for personal gain, still self-serving at the end of the day–”

“I did it for all of us!” she cuts him off, hating the crack in her voice, but also maybe not. Hating the tears in her eyes, but also maybe feeling relief at them, because the difference is– “I felt all of it, did you know that? Everyone you killed after I got out, everyone you hurt, everything you did, I mourned for those people and I felt guilt for surviving because I loved them. I love, and that is the difference between us, because that’s where my anger comes from, and yours is just— pointless.”

#febuwhump 2024 #dot does febuwhump #dot fic #kali prasad #robin buckley #kalixrobin #this just in i Need to write more kali after this i had such a blast #stranger things fic #stranger things whump #stranger things femslash

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iammyownsaviour · 3 months

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Femslash February 2024 and Febuwhump 2024 (@doctorwho-femslashfeb and @febuwhump)

006. Post-Doctor and Immortality - Clara Oswald/Ashildr | Lady Me (for @hollie47) - https://archiveofourown.org/works/53651440

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spicywhumper · 3 months

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@febuwhump: day 09. I love you (alt.) + frisky february: humping + femslash february bingo 2024 (dark edktion): obsession + nsft whump: cockwarming

series: crimson history (phase: war dog) | rating: explicit | word count: 1,119

content warning: stepcest, g!p (magical), explicit sexual content, child abuse, underage noncon and victim POV.

Jessica takes a deep breath, she feels too warm and too cold at the same time. it's expected, as she's naked and the office isn't warm. part of her hates it, part of her is glad for the chilling air around her making her able to think about something other than... this.

she hates all of this.

if she had a little more courage, she thinks she'd punch and kick and she'd fight Joan. but as she is a coward, obedient little puppy, she just... obeys. she accepts whatever obsession Joan has with her (and she thinks nobody would believe that Joan, of all people, saw her daughter in law as anything but a pet to be used).

sitting on your stepmother lap would be an innocent thing, it should be, even if Jessica never felt young and naive enough – in hindsight, it's like her instincts have always known that there's something perverse about the Head Magician. with their height difference, Jessica has to curl up and try to make herself smaller so she's not in the way of Joan's work as she translates scrolls and spells for her latest grimoire.

there's nothing innocent about it, hasn't in years. hasn't since Joan decided that there's no need fighting against her attraction towards the girl. there's nothing innocent about the way that she taught Jessica and the Dog to behave like her personal slut, one's just more vocal and active about it. one feels dirty and corrupted in the way the Dog can't (because the Dog doesn't feel, it's all ghosts of what Jessica feels, trapped in the back of an animal's mind).

Joan had ordered her to undress as soon as Jessica entered the room, so she left her clothes in a neat like on top of a chair, before waiting for the next instruction. she pulled as Joan has chosen the spell again.

it makes her feel much, much dirtier.

(it makes her feel violated in a way the toy doesn't, she doesn't understand. she wonders if it's because she has Jennifer, and Jennifer makes the illusion of being a loveable woman too believable sometimes.)

but she obeys with a nod, a "yes, ma'am", and climbs her lap when asked. Joan has the decency to use lube, it doesn't make it hurt any less. too thick, too long, Jessica needs all the self-control tortured into her to not make more noise than a hiss as she sits down on Joan's ridiculously large cock. it's hot like red-hot iron, burns it's way into her and she hates it.

Jessica just knows better than fight, she doesn't want to bleed the way Joan is very good at making her bleed. it has taken almost a week to fully heal up from the last time she wasn't good enough. so Jessica sits in her when ordered to keep her cock warm, hugged her shoulders as she's told to, and makes herself as small as she can with her bulky, muscular frame.

even without supernatural strength, Jessica's aware that she could defeat Joan at hand in hand combat without breaking a sweat.

Joan caresses her back every now and then, her fingers trace whipping scars that she had out there with a smile on her face. obsessed with everything about Jessica. her blood and her innocence, all taken by this sickness inside Joan.

Jessica feels the time slipping through her fingers. she lets it go, let the liquid and shapeless time around her go and make her mind blank of anything but the chill on her skin, chill where she's not being touched by Joan. better than the hand on her back, the chin on her shouder, the pain between her legs. it's almost easy, at this point. it's easier than to ignore when it's the Dog, when she has to watch as Joan does whatever she wants, as she orders Dog to do whatever she wants – kill who bothers her, bend over naked to bleed, be her personal punching bag.

it's the magic, she thinks, because they stay like this for an hour or so and the cock never softens in the slightest.

Joan sighs, grunting frustration over a passage particularly hard to translate. her hands move to Jessica's hips, a silent request that Jessica knows at this point. they've done this times enough that she knows exactly what her mother wants. (Jessica feels acid in the back of her throat, calling Joan mother feels even more wrong than calling Jennifer her older sister.

maybe because Jennifer loves her as more than a weapon, as much more than a vessel for her violent and sexual urges.)

Jessica takes a deep breath, or as deep as she dares without annoying Joan with it. before she moves, slow and holding back any noise of discomfort as It aches. it doesn't matter how long she stays sitting there, letting Joan's stupid magic cock stretch her open, it always hurts when she moves. slowly rocking back and forth, just her hips, humping the way Joan seems to appreciate.

the older woman sighs and incentives her to keep going with deceivingly soft words. like she's just a slightly kinky woman doing something nice with her wife, instead of a little bastard that uses her stepdaughter for something that she's not meant to.

however, Jessica hates the part of her that accepts it all as normal more than she hates Joan. because that part is larger than anything else, than the fear and the disgust and the horror. and because the "rational" part that sees abuse as abuse can't justify what she has with Jennifer

can't justify the safety in that.

can't justify that part that looks at them and thinks "we should run away, have our own little family and a little happy life".

so it's easy to just let the pain be normal because then the comfort can be, well, comfortable.

because then she can hear Joan saying "I love you", she can feed her obsession and know that she'll come back to Jennifer and feel safe and actually loved. she can sit in Joan's lap like nothing but a cockwarmer puppy for as long as Joan wants, and then curl on Jennifer's lap like a needy, clingy puppy and be comforted.

rationality makes all depravity look and feel disgusting.

normalized abuse makes one kind of depravity the only good thing in her life.

Joan knows, she's aware, she has been told, and Joan seems hell-bent in marking her so as hers that Jennifer can't reach anything in her. Jessica won't let it happen because she knows that she can't survive if she loses this one good thing.

so she obeys, she takes the little pills and she makes herself clean and hopes Jennifer won't be disgusted by what they do anytime soon.

#febuwhump #febuwhump 2024 #febuwhumpday9 #femslash feb bingo #frisky february #nsft bingo #whump #whump community #whump blog #whumpblr #lady whump #nsfwhump #stepcest cw #noncon cw

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nooowestayandgetcaught · 1 year

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Fic: “Trapped In The Dark”

read on AO3

Fandom: Kim Possible (Cartoon)

Rating: T

Summary: "Come on out, Kimmy… let's finish this."

for @flashfictionfridayofficial

for @femslashfeb‘s Day 17 prompt “light”

for @febuwhump’s Day 17 prompt “silent tears”

for Femslash F*ckery’s Day 17 prompt “marking”

Within the darkness, Shego attacks, her energy strikes flashing like lightning.

Cave-dust enters Shego's nostrils. She hacks.

"Where are you…"

Shego brightens the energy-glow one of her raised hands. Her eyes shining, feral.

"Come on out, Kimmy…" she snarl-laughs. "Let's finish this."

In the glow, Shego notices a shadow shifting. Her grin turns vicious.

"Kiiiimmy…"

She jumps into where Kim must be hiding. Before anything else, there's a low, sharp intake of breath.

Shego frowns, lowering her green-glow swirling hand.

No, that's not right. There's Kim, and Kim doesn't get up from crouching down behind a boulder, not looking at Shego, occasionally touching the side of her visibly bleeding head. Worry in her eyes.

Silent tears illuminate a gaunt-like green on Kim's features.

"Don't be such a baby. You're fine."

Shego grabs her arm, forcing Kim to woozily stand up.

For a moment, Shego feels where she burned Kim through her uniform-sleeve, marking her, damaging and softening the top layer of her flesh.

Kim stifles a cry behind her lips, still silent.

"Seriously… you've been in worse situations than this, haven't you? It's a stupid cave-in. Think your way out of it. You always do."

"Leave me alone…"

Shego groans, hating how defeated Kim sounds. She is, and clearly bleeding from a rock hitting her head, but it's Kim Possible.

A hero.

A hero doesn't give up.

"Fantastic," Shego says dryly, yanking on Kim's upper arm. "Guess I'm doing the thinking today."

The tunnels should have withstood any blast, foreign or Drakken-made.

Getting more and more irritated, Shego fires at the heavy and fallen stalactites broken at their feet. Her fingers constantly glowing.

It's the only light so far.

The only way to navigate out of here…

"I can't believe this…" she mutters, glaring at Kim a few feet behind her.

Besides the gigantic bloody cut, Shego doesn't think Kim's suffered a concussion during all of this. She's not acting woozy anymore. Her legs unshaking. Kim's tears already have dried up, much to Shego's relief… that she refuses to admit was ever there. Hell no.

"Would you hurry it up, princess? I'm not gonna carry you." Shego complains, watching Kim avoid more rocks, "Heroing is your shtick."

"You could just go ahead without me, Shego—"

"—don't tempt me," Shego cuts a now bewildered Kim off, jerking her head.

When there's a patch of light, Shego 'woops!' in victory.

"Stay back," she orders, gently pushing Kim aside—and shockingly enough, Kim listens and does what she's told without being snarky.

If only this happened more often…

Shego projects her bright green-glow energy into the crack of the tunnel's siding, erupting it open.

Behind them, that tunnel completely collapses.

She looks around, finding a truck parked nearby in sunlight and a cavernous opening to fresh air. "I'd offer a ride, Kimmy, but…" Shego winks, delighted by Kim's familiar eye-roll "…as they say, finders keepers."

Disappearing for a moment, Shego lugs out the truck's medical kit.

"You can have this though."

"Gee, thanks," Kim mumbles.

In the light, Shego can see the blood dampening Kim's orangeish hair. She clears her throat awkwardly. This is her nemesis… why does it matter if she's hurt?

"If I see Stoppable, I'll send him your way."

The engine roars on.

Kim opens her mouth, and Shego mockingly wags a finger—

"—ah, ah, pretend this NEVER happened or I'll barbecue you alive when I see you next—"

From the rear-view mirror, she spots Kim waving.

It's new.

Whatever this is.

#kim possible #kigo #femslash #femslash february #femslash february 2023 #femslashfeb2023 #femslash feb 2023 #febuwhump #febuwhump2023 #febuwhump 2023 #dark femslash #femslash fuckery #femslashfuckery #shego #shego kim possible #kim x shego #shego x kim #femslash fic #femslash fanfic

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hydesjackiespuddinpop · 3 months

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Title: Want

Summary: Jackie and Laurie’s make out session gets heated.

Prompts: “bite down on this”, mist

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53504278

Gift for @iammyownsaviour

(@femslash-february, @febuwhump)

#that 70s show #that '70s show #jackielaurie #lauriejackie #jackie x laurie #laurie x jackie #my fanfiction #t7s fanfiction #wlw ship #femslash february 2024 #fluffbrurary 2024 #febuwhump 2024

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freshbrainss · 3 months

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Happy Femslash February!

I'll be starting my femfeb posts tomorrow. I have at least a fic a day planned out with a few days of more than one. I'm using a few different prompt lists and they're totally at random, but I'll be tagging the event as needed. I'll also tag triggers and other necessary stuff as needed.

It's the most wonderful time of the year, folks!

(The prompt lists I'm using are here, here, here, and here).

#femslash february #doomedgirls #fluffyfebruary #febuwhump #fluffbruary

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broomsticks · 1 year

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stiletto knife (frankenfest feb day 4)

stuck a bunch of feb day 4 prompts in a blender: @kinkuary's genderbend, @hpshipuary's james/lucius, femslash fuckery's humiliation/degradation, @febuwhump's knife to throat.

fandom: harry potter || ship: james potter/lucius malfoy (genderbent) || rating: M || wc: 200

below or on AO3

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The blade is cold against my throat.

“Dangerous, you know,” comes a silky voice, “not waiting for backup before rushing to answer every call for help.”

The breath on my cheek is warm. I turn just far enough to catch a glimpse of pale blonde hair.

“Such a noble heart, so trusting… it could get you in real trouble one day, little lamb.”

“Lucy,” I exhale in relief. “I knew it was you.”

“Jamie.” She inclines her head in acknowledgement and her lips curl in a sharp, sharp smile. “You knew, did you? What else do you know?” The tip of the blade makes patterns along the veins of my neck. “What I’d like to do to you? What I’m going to do with you next?”

With a single swift motion, my robes open directly to my navel.

The winter air kisses gooseflesh across my skin. I can hear bustling Diagon Alley on one side, feel the darkness emanating from Knockturn Alley on the other. At any moment anyone could make a wrong turning, or — what if someone saw us?

“Scared, Potter?” she murmurs.

Lifting my chin to meet her ice-blue eyes, I slip the shredded robes off my shoulders.

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p.s. y’all go write for frankenfest feb 🙌

#hpshipuary #kinkuary #femslashfuckery #febuwhump #hp femslash

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paintheskywithcolor · 1 year

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Oh so many feels writing this one, and I will always love both Maryrose and Rosemary ❤️❤️❤️

#shadows house #maryrose shadow #rosemary shadows house #femslashfeb2023 #femslash february #drabble #my fic #my writing #i love them so much #femslash february 2023 #i teared up #febuwhump #febuwhump 2023

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hpsaffics · 3 months

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February prompt fests: Femslash!!

Femslash February is upon us!! Here are some fun fests running this month either focused on or accepting femslash: daily prompts, bingo cards, fluff, whump, nsfw, darkfic, and more 💗

Femslash Feb (@hpsaffics)

Femslash February (@femslashfeb)

Femslash Feb Bingo (@femslash-february)

Femslash February (@ministarfruit)

Femslash Fuckery (@preakr)

Fluffbruary (@fluffbruary)

Febuwhump (@febuwhump)

February Ficlet Challenge (@februaryficletchallenge)

Cross-posting and combining of fests is allowed! Let your WLW fantasies go wild!!

#femslash february #hp saffics #hp femslash #hp wlw #hpsafficfeb24

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blackkatmagic · 4 months

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I'm going to be extremely self-indulgent and also indecisive this year, and I'm going to try to complete both the SW Femslash February and Febuwhump, so if you have any ships you'd like to see for either event, feel free to toss them at me! As an ask, preferably, so that I can keep them mostly-organized.

As happened last year, I'll be posting these fills to Patreon as I finish them, and then to AO3 once the events start.

#my writing #.....we're going to pretend i can write short things #and that these prompts won't blow up in my face

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dracopetal · 4 months

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In 2023 I published 19 works on Ao3, totalling 44,982 words. Of those nineteen, eighteen were Harry Potter and one was Tomb Raider.

I wrote three drarry microfics: Roleplay (193 words), Travel (89 words) and Skirt (117 words).

Out of the rest of the fifteen works, four of them were femslash:

Little Agonies (Padma/Lavender) (898 words)

Parvati is always there for Lavender after a transformation.

and an endless sky, stretching high above (Luna/Ginny) (2006 words)

After the war, Ginny wishes she could become someone else.

for Hp Saffics Femslash February Bingo 2023.

her eyes (Charity/Narcissa) (1044 words) for Kill Your Darlings 2023.

Her eyes are the hardest part.

Visceral (Hermione/Pansy, E) (483 words)

How did they get here? Pansy isn’t sure. Everything’s hazy, since the war, but Granger is solid.

The other eleven works were M/M, with ten of them drarry and one of them Sirius/Draco.

Sirius/Draco was 'dirty filthy secret' based on @basiatlu's art of them: To Touch You is Like Swimming in Mercury.

DRARRY:

'Bramble' for HP Fruitfest. Werewolf Draco. (749 words)

Long fingers pluck a blackberry from the bramble bush, and place it onto a pink tongue. Rolling it around his mouth, savouring the sweet-sour taste, before biting it with white, sharp teeth, and it goes pop in his mouth.

'Sweetie' For H/D Candy Hearts Fest (311 words)

Harry had always known that Malfoy’s mouth was obscene, but this was something else entirely.

Touched, Fate, Silver and Gold, and Sharp for HP Microfic May.

'a voice reaching out in a piercing cry' (E, Noncon) (1707 words)

You can’t see. You can’t hear. You can’t move.

Black Mass with Fangs (E) (3236 words)

After the war, the Ministry takes his voice.

both for my Bad Things Happen Bingo.

And then two fics that weren't for a fest:

Sucker (E) (5,048 words)

Harry begrudgingly comes back to Hogwarts for his Eighth Year, and finds himself sharing a room with Draco Malfoy. It leads to some unexpected revelations.

In The Woods Somewhere (WIP)(E, Noncon) (25,999 words) Fenrir/Draco, Draco/Harry.

Draco can't remember what the world was like before Fenrir took him. His life is the cabin and the woods that surround it. But one night in winter, Fenrir kidnaps a man he calls an old enemy, and Draco's life is forever changed.

Tomb Raider:

Scar Tissue for Febuwhump 2023. (Sam/Lara, 852 words)

Lara has so many scars.

#hp #my writing #harry potter #draco malfoy #drarry #sirius black #drarius #draco x sirius #linny #pansmione #pavender #ao3 year in review #fanfiction

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sircarolyn · 3 months

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@doctorwho-femslashfeb

femslash febuwhump part 7: leela/narvin/romana, G, narvin is forced to sit down, "who did this to you?"/polyamory

#writing whatnot

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spicywhumper · 2 months

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@febuwhump 2024: day 16. came back wrong + @femslash-february bingo: hell

series: crimson history // rating: mature // word count: 1,990

cw: mentioned child abuse & non-con, minor sisters stepcest, kinda r*pe recovery

Prodigy

She was six when the training started, looking older for her age or not, Jessica was a child when Joan has marked her as the next War Dog; Jennifer was still her stepsister, Jocelyn was still her mom, and Joan’s already her Master.

Speed

She’s a fast learner, as you’d expect from a prodigy, from the one meant to be the most powerful wizard of her generation; a shame she doesn’t learn fast enough to avoid punishment.

First

There are many firsts in the life of a girl, even one that has had her childhood taken away from her before she knew she was a person of her own; too many firsts are Joan’s: spell, punch, sparring session, kiss, and time.

Cold

Sometimes she lays on her bed, alone and in the dark, and hates that she feels cold when nobody’s holding the leash on her invisible collar.

Betrayal

When she was born, Jennifer had carved a promise in the fabric of the universe, I’ll keep you safe, and Jessica never quite cared that she failed at it for sixteen years; then Joan whispers on her ear, hands bruising her hips like she loved to do, that it’s Jennifer who told the Coven how where she was.

Bitter

Sometimes Jessica isn’t sure how the fuck her mom has fallen in love with someone that has a mouth full of poison.

Freedom

She frowns at the way Head Magician Cornwell (this is not a cove, kid, my title is professor) doesn’t set curfews of 7pm and doesn’t punish who is late for dinner, Sub-Head Magician Greenwood (uh, call me Peyton, kid) looks at her with a frown every time she looks confused: “it’s a little bit of freedom, this is a school, not a prison.”

Tiles

White is covered with blood mixed with soap, Jennifer looks tired, worried, and she doesn’t seem happy that Jessica’s already out of her bed.

Play

They call the vigilante “straightjacket psycho” – it’s not too accurate, Scarlet’s more a “straightjacket dog that doesn’t know what to do with Its teeth”; Scarlet’s more “a predator that must play with foot not that Its free”.

Suicide

She’s twelve when she seriously consider It for the first time, the day after Joan summoned her to her private quarters and told her to strip naked; she stayed there for forty minutes, just being looked at her, and thought if she should leave and find the handgun she knows Mom keeps around.

War

Jennifer’s envious of her, she knows, and doesn’t care too much, children shouldn’t go to war; (you’re a child too, the devil in her head says, I’m a weapon.)

Sky

The sky’s a beautiful blue when Mom dies, when Jessica decides that maybe she should teach Joan that you’re not supposed to tame an evil that has taken home inside a child.

Belly

The first carved rune she puts on herself after running away is on her lower belly, women has always found ways to not carry spawn of monters; Joan whips her back until she passes out of blood loss, but doesn’t dare corrupting a ten year-old spell.

Smoke

Peyton gave her a cigarette, offered with a smirk; after Peyton died, she uses all of the girl’s last open packet to burn little circles on her thighs and says that the smoke is what makes her tear up.

Wash

The Dog can’t wash Itself, so Joan throws buckets of ice cold water at It; Jessica scrubs her skin until it’s red, inflamed, but Joan’s touches are still there, they’ll always be there.

Blanket

She had a dream, once, about her and Jennifer and a happy family; she wrapped herself in the blanket, thin and old, because Jennifer’s the reason she’s back in hell.

Stain

Joan’s invites a friend sometimes, she doesn’t know this strange woman’s name, but she knows the stains she leaves on her soul.

Name

She changes name again, again and again; settles for Scarlet, like the blood she reaps from people that are a little too much like her mother.

Red

The first time Patricia spells a diagnostic spell on her, Jessica’s surprised that her corporeal is a soft shade of blue; but she’s not surprised by the solid ball of red on her abdomen, even if Patricia makes the same pitying face Rachel made not even a year ago.

Rage

There’s an inferno of hatred under her skin, she wishes it’d burn the ropes keeping her in place as Joan lists everything she has been thinking about doing to her in the last ten years.

Bite

There’s only one time that Joan tries to bring a male friend, he does look less enthusiastic than her lady friends when the Dog kneels in front of him; cuts and cuts down Its back to learn It can’t bite and spit out flesh.

Thunder

Jessica was scared of storms, of thunder when she was small, when she was Jocelyn’s daughter enough to be comforted by her; loud noises startle her still, Caroline frowns at her with how Scarlet always puts earphones with the loudest possible music as soon as it starts raining.

Water

Blood runs thicker than water never made sense until she heard the full saying, it rings true in her head when she sits alone with Patricia and realizes that this safety, this warmth, is what she’s supposed to feel around a motherly figure.

Empty

It’s not an odd thing, deep down, when she looks in a mirror and dead eyes stare her back; there’s nothing new about how she’s an empty shell.

Battle

The battle isn’t even a true battle, it’s a bloodshed; a weapon of mass destruction leaves a trail of blood, entrails and deserved death behind It – and It does twice, the thrice worse the second time.

Lay

She lays on the snow, shivering and breathing puffs of white air, half-naked, covered in bruises and wounds; she lets her brain idle, but not even the Dog has the energy to move.

Fear

Agent Fletcher has hunted her for months, has spent almost two years under her care, had accepted the memory spell, and never was scared of her; the Dog’s confused why there’s fear in her eyes now.

Leg

The first time she tries to have sex after Hell 2.0, legs around Caroline’s hips and pulling her closer, there’s a moment where it’s not her “friend” she sees; Patricia says it’s normal, and Caroline seems about to throw up.

Morality

There are books on morality, on ethics, in the library; she doesn’t read them, she doesn’t need them to know that everything about her is utterly immoral.

Knife

The Dog doesn’t feel anything, the Dog wants to feel something, the blade cuts through It hand like butter and the pretty girl next to It screams (the girl in the back of Its mind hums in appreciation for the hurt.)

Castle

Jocelyn had taken her and Jennifer to a beach once, it’s a haze memory, she was barely a toddler helping her sister build a sand castle; when she lays on her bed, late at night, she wonders about the children she never had (never wanted to) and if she’d love them enough to take them castle-building in the breath.

Torture

They thought they knew horror, knew pain, with the torture Scarlet gave them; rumors spread quickly that this new version paints all the walls with their blood, leave them alive, but just a squirming torso without ears and eyes.

Horns

Her spiritual form has horns and a tail, somehow Caroline gets away with making fun of her (“somehow”, stop lying, you love her).

Beg

She’s not ready to see the way Jennifer falls on her knees and apologizes, her eyes begging to be believed, she didn’t know; and Jessica doesn’t put it above Joan to manipulate blood of her blood to believe Jessica’s the villain here.

Darkness

She’s unfairly comfortable, as if she’s a child who has the right to be on the lap of their mother, seeking this safety with Patricia: “I hate it, all this darkness inside me,” she whispers, Patricia just hold her closer, Patricia just whispers like a mantra, and I love you anyway.

Shiny

Caroline’s eyes are shiny with tears, but she still brings the Dog closer, holding It blood-covered hand, she still helps It to clean up and takes It to bed; she sees a feral animal and doesn’t sacrifice It.

Mirror

Jessica learned, pretty quickly, that Joan likes when she has reactions; she wants to hit the mirror with her head, she doesn’t, she just let Joan watch her face as she’s taken like the whore the woman wants her to be tonight.

Freak

“So… you and Jennifer?” Caroline asks, her hand feels nice playing with her hair, “yeah, two coven freaks,” – two coven freaks that only found safety in each other, Caroline only hums and accepts as if that’s the most normal thing in the world.

Spite

The way she spreads Joan’s remains across the compound is out of spite, it’s almost petty, she leaves pieces of flesh and skin in every single place where Joan raped her; there’s almost not enough of the Head Magician for that.

Patchwork

Scarlet’s not ashamed of her scars, she’s ashamed of where most of them comes from; Jennifer takes a sharp breath when she sees her shirtless for the first time, it takes a second to notice she’s looking at the Carved Rune close to her waistband – she doesn’t even try to look annoyed when Jennifer steals her from Caroline for cuddles for the next week.

Clean

Patricia wraps her arms with clean bandages, covered in her own blood; she woke up with the ghost feelings of Joan’s hands holding her arms back and- “hey, hey,” she says gently, “stay with me, dear, you’re free now, you’re clean now.”

Collect

Apparently Scarlet collect hearts like they’re nice, neat action figures.

Laugh

Scarlet likes the way they laugh, Jennifer’s quiet like her, Caroline’s soft like mom was, and Patricia loud and taking up space; Scarlet likes it, she likes that they make her laugh too.

Forehead

Mom used to give her forehead kisses when she tucked her in bed, she pretends she doesn’t cry in some sort of relief and grief the first times Patricia did the same.

Memory

Sometimes, more often than she’ll admit, she’s seeing a memory in front of her and not Joan; Jennifer looks more heartbroken that there’s a reason for it to happen than because for a second, Scarlet sees her abuser in her.

Safe

Somehow, there’s nothing but understanding in both of them when Scarlet comes home smelling like sex; somehow they understand that she feels safe when she gets to kill who she feeds of.

Dimple

Scarlet’s sure Jennifer feels more than “friendly stuff because she cares about you” towards Caroline when she reached and poked one of her dimples; being a goner for dimples might be a family thing.

Liquor

She hates the taste of it – Joan grabbed her jaw and forced cheap tequila down her throat so she would take whatever Joan wanted her to now that she can’t switch easily, –and Jennifer apologizes when Scarlet gets a blank look on her eyes from a tequila-tasting kiss.

Pile

Part of Scarlet doesn’t really understand why Caroline and Jennifer like to pile on her for cuddles at every opportunity, she sees Patricia snickering (it hurts that there’s one person missing in her life, but it feels like who’s there tries to keep her warm enough so she can keep going).

Complex

It’s a complex thing, Scarlet thing, with the biting, raging Dog that needs to be out from time to time; but maybe she’s not too complex to be loved by Patricia and Caroline and Jennifer (to be forgiven for not unlearning the habits carved into her bones).

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Fic: “You’re Not Alone”

read on AO3

Fandom: Buffy The Vampire Slayer

Rating: E (on AO3); T (on Tumblr)

Summary: Faith accidentally gets sent to another version of Sunnydale. A really messed up Sunnydale.

for @flashfictionfridayofficial

for @femslashfeb‘s Day prompt 24 “dark”

for @febuwhump’s Day 24 prompt “bloody clothes”

for Femslash F*ckery’s Day 24 prompt “hatef*cking”

"Oh, this…"

Faith walks straight out of the historian's office, gawking.

This… isn't Sunnydale. Or at least the Sunnydale she knows and exists in. Faith senses the tingle of dark magic. Maple Court, overflowing with the date night crowd on a Saturday, is now emptied. No working streetlights. Garbage scattered around Faith's feet, blowing away.

"You gotta be kidding me," Faith mutters aloud.

She's gonna strangle Willow. Violently.

Or… whoever the hell did this…

Faith remembers being up on the top floor, alongside the Mayor, facing off against Buffy and most of her friends. Some… some magical artifact. Faith can't remember that part. Her mind feels woozy.

A trans-dimensional portal? Spell gone bad after cooking for too long?

Aggravated, she huffs up to the curb, and then knocked aside as a leather-dressed couple stroll by. Their arms snugly around each other.

They turn.

Faith's blood goes cold.

"You two…" she growls, menacingly cracking her knuckles. "Perfect. I needed to vent out a little aggravation."

Xander tilts his head, far too calm. And since when did he wear eyeliner?

"Look, Will," he says dully. "It wants to play."

Willow leers.

Faith's eyes dart to her cleavage practically spilling out. Damn.

"She's so pretty…"

"Pretty pissed off is what I am," Faith snaps, approaching, then lurching backwards when Willow's face vamps out. "Oh, what the SHIT—!?"

Another person high-kicks themselves in, spinning and packing enough force in their blows to send the vampires of Buffy's old BFFs flying into the asphalt. Xander grabs onto a vamped-out Willow, hissing ferociously. He takes off.

Faith opens her mouth, then gawks. Again.

"Yes, well… very good," Giles mumbles, scrambling for the large wooden stake Buffy harshly throws at him. "It seems that your training in Cleveland has not been lacking, if anything… has your Watcher warned you about—"

"Shut up," Faith (and Buffy, at the same time) blurt out.

They glance at each other, suspicious.

"Don't tell him to shut up," Buffy says nastily, and Faith mock-laughs.

"B, you don't want any of this right now… I could tear you apart." She points to Giles. "And I'll make your little Watcher watch."

Despite the threat, neither of Faith's enemies seem concerned.

"… she's like Cordelia," Giles concludes, eerily knowing.

Buffy warily crosses her arms.

"Guess you were right about how things are supposed to be different, Jeeves…" she monotones.

Faith shakes her head, scowling.

"Would any of you chuckleheads mind EXPLAINING?"

They do.

Well, this universe's version of Giles does.

Faith half-listens, gazing up while Buffy prowls the downstairs of Giles' apartment. She didn't expect Buffy to look or act the same… except Faith did.

There's no cheerful smile, or quips, or Buffy-esque levels of blind faith optimism.

"So… the Master never dies," Faith repeats. "I'm not called."

Giles hums.

"That appears to be correct, yes."

"Fantastic."

"Miss Summers," Giles addresses her, nodding. "I contact the others. Would you mind staying here with, erm, her?"

Buffy shrugs again, not answering, and he must be taking that as a yes—Faith sees him head out the door. "What's your problem, B? Huh? I've never seen you act that coldly to your Watcher before."

"He's not my Watcher." Buffy's eyes narrow. "And stop calling me that."

Faith smirks, tossing aside a couch-cushion while getting nearer.

"Whaddya gonna do about it? Huh?"

Buffy gets into Faith's face this time, glaring. But she's not making any moves.

Faith keeps a hand on her own belt, within reach of her new favorite dagger, and doesn't move either. She wants to revel in Buffy's darkness. The thing that was always there and that Buffy denied she had like Faith had.

But… a part of Faith can't. There's nothing in Buffy's eyes. No emotion. She's shut off like Faith had been after her first human kill.

Faith clears her throat, glancing down to Buffy's grey tank-top.

"That your blood?" she rasps.

And, no, Faith isn't concerned by asking…

(Even if she is. It's like a bad habit. It's like trying to quit smoking, and by the next night, Faith savors the cigarette on her lips.)

"Couldn't save someone. It is what it is," Buffy speaks like she's been numbed on the inside. "We fight, we die."

Faith thumbs a bloodstain, curling her hand around the hem of Buffy's ruined top and yanking a little. "You'd make a great motivational speaker…"

Buffy snorts, her nostrils flaring.

No, it happened—Buffy did smile, Faith thinks, amused. A crappy-looking smile, but it was a smile.

"Faith, has anyone ever told you… how much of a bitch you are?"

"Only in bed," Faith says sneering, tapping her nose affectionately against Buffy's. She ducks a grab, and then twists Buffy's arm, yanking again. Mouths crash together. Faith moans, grabbing tightly onto Buffy, feeling the other Slayer's hands in Faith's hair. There's no getting enough of her.

Magic crackles underneath Faith's skin.

She disappears and reappears in the historian's office with no Mayor in sight.

Faith holds in the urge to strangle.

"You gotta be kidding me…"

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2023 Masterlist

This is kind of silly because I already have a masterlist, but I literally can see my writing improve through the year by re-reading the fics I wrote, and that's a very meaningful thing for me, so I want to share the fics I wrote this year specifically :D

Putting the list under a cut so it doesn't clog up anyone's dash <3

Points of No Return Fandom: Dragon Age Inquisition Pairing: Solavellan, Cullavellan Published: Jan 7, 2023 Summary: Nearly two years after Solas' sudden departure, Ellana Lavellan is still dealing with the loss. Everything gets more complicated after a very vivid dream, and the news that Divine Victoria is hosting a meeting to discuss the fate of the Inquisition.

Baby, It's Cold Outside Fandom: Mass Effect Pairing: mShenko Published: Jan 10, 2023 Summary: After winning the Battle of the Citadel, Shepard and Kaidan take a week of shore leave and stay at the Alenko family farm. It’s winter, and it’s cold, and Shepard doesn’t like it. The snow seems to make Kaidan happy, though, and Shepard thinks he could learn to deal with it.

New Stars Fandom: Mass Effect Pairing: none Published: Jan 14, 2023 Summary: Twelve year old Alex Shepard grew up in a New York City orphanage and spent a lot of time running the streets, but he’s always wanted to go to space. The first opportunity he saw, he took, and ended up on an unfamiliar planet, surrounded by unfamiliar people. It changed the course of his life forever.

Kiss Me, Not Him Fandom: Mass Effect Pairing: mShenko Published: Jan 30, 2023 Summary: Alex and Kaidan have been roommates for a few years, and friends for longer. Kaidan’s never considered the idea that he might want something more, and Alex has been harboring feelings for his best friend for months.

Febuwhump 2023 Fandom: Mass Effect Pairing: multiple Published: Feb 6, 2023 Summary: Small collection of drabbles and ficlets based on daily prompts for Febuwhump 2023. I only made it through 5 prompts before I got wrapped up in something else and lost interest haha

Growing Pains Fandom: Mass Effect Pairing: Brief mShep/Asari OC Published: Feb 9, 2023 Summary: Alex Shepard hopped a cargo ship with an unknown destination when he was twelve and ended up in the Asari colony of Blackdamp on Asteria. He liked the colony, and when he told Ishara—the Asari who found him in the streets—that he’d rather stay in Blackdamp than be sent to the human colony on the other side of the planet, she adopted him.

These are snapshots of Alex’s teen years, one per year, starting at the age of 13 and continuing to the age of 18.

Femslash February 2023 Fandom: Mass Effect Pairing: Sam Traynor/Jack Nought Published: Feb 13, 2023 Summary: A collection of drabbles and ficlets about my favorite F/F rare pair based on Femslash February daily prompts. I made it through 8 of these before I ran out of ideas

By The Stars Fandom: Mass Effect Pairing: pre-mShep/Reyes Vidal Published: Mar 18, 2023 Summary: Alex Shepard and Reyes Vidal are nearing the end of basic training, and it's time for their land navigation test. Unfortunately, Alex’s biotic field interferes with the compass, someone’s stolen most of his rations, there’s a cliff between them and the extraction point, and no one packed climbing equipment.

From The Bedside Fandom: Mass Effect Pairing: femShalibrations Published: Mar 22, 2023 Summary: Tali and Garrus wait at Shepard's bedside for her to wake from the coma caused by the injuries sustained when she fired the Crucible.

The Man I Thought You Were Fandom: Mass Effect: Andromeda Pairing: mReyder Published: Mar 30, 2023 Summary: In which Scott and Reyes are both fucked up about how things ended between them, and Scott realizes some things

ME Drabbles Fandom: Mass Effect Pairing: multiple Published: Apr 5, 2023 Summary: A collection of Mass Effect drabbles based on prompts from the Mass Effect Fanfic Writers discord

Disappointment Fandom: Mass Effect Pairing: none Published: Apr 23, 2023 Summary: In which Jackson talks to Hannah about turning down her ICT recommendation

Gun Mods and Handjobs Fandom: Mass Effect Pairing: Venko Published: May 7, 2023 Summary: James distracts Kaidan while they're talking about gun mods

Some Things Never Change Fandom: Mass Effect Pairing: mShenko Published: May 29, 2023 Summary: Shepard and Kaidan take a much needed vacation after the Reaper War. Kaidan reflects on his relationship with Shepard.

The Upside of Down Fandom: Mass Effect Pairing: none Published: Jun 28, 2023 Summary: Two snapshots of Alex's time in basic training. These take place before the events of By The Stars.

Family Day Fandom: Mass Effect Pairing: mShep/Reyes Vidal Published: Jul 9, 2023 Summary: Alex graduates from basic training, Reyes sympathizes with him, Anderson encourages him.

Couldn't Utter My Love Fandom: Mass Effect Pairing: mShep/mShep Published: Jul 27, 2023 Summary: Jackson Shepard, Commander of the Normandy spends a lot of time with Alex Atruzea, right hand of Aria T'Loak on Omega.

Let Me Fandom: Mass Effect Pairing: mShenko Published: Aug 26, 2023 Summary: Kaidan and Alex shower together

Verisimilitude Fandom: Mass Effect Pairing: mShep/Coats Published: Oct 14, 2023 Summary: Jackson Shepard and Garrett Coats have history. And chemistry.

Vicissitude Fandom: Mass Effect Pairing: mShep/Coats Published: Nov 18, 2023 Summary: Elysium, the Blitz, and choices that change the course of Jackson Shepard's life.

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