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Tri-Arame: Co-op Game Play

Primary Pairing Trio: YuuAyuSetsu Rating: G Words: ~1.6k Fandom: Love Live Nijigasaki Parent Fic: Tri-Arame Time Frame: Sometime after college Events: Multiamory March 2023 & Femslash Friday Event Source: @polyamships & @femslash-friday-prompts Prompts: Games & Trio

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Author’s Note: This is my first time writing something for a Multiamory March prompt, so it is a new source of possible inspiration for me. I’ll start off with my favorite LL trio, YuuAyuSetsu, but I see some other prompts later in the month that I could use for some EmmaKanaKarin or MariKanaDia, so we’ll see how that goes. Also, the Femslash Friday prompt just so happened to be trio, which made it perfect for a dual event entry.

Also also, this chapter takes place during Ayumu’s birthday, which is actually the 1st of the month. But work kept me far too busy this week - couldn’t even finish my last planned Femslash February entries - so I had to put it off until now, which is actually Saturday the 4th in my timezone, but still the 3rd elsewhere in the world. Of course the event prompts didn’t align anyway.

Summary: Ayumu has a surprise request for Yuu and Setsuna on her birthday

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A wonderful aroma greeted Ayumu as soon as she opened the door.

While there was no holding back her smile as she immediately knew the source of the smell, Ayumu couldn’t help feeling a tiny bit of trepidation tugging at the back of her consciousness. Her girlfriends were cooking. Yuu and Setsuna were in the kitchen, cooking. And probably baking as well.

“I’m home!” Ayumu called as she began to remove her shoes.

“Ayumu!” Yuu and Setsuna responded in unison, their only difference being that Setsuna continued to add her respectful honorific, even after all these years.

Two dark haired women raced around the corner, into the living room and toward the entryway. They playfully jockeyed for position in one of their favorite competitions, to be the first to greet Ayumu. It was a race that was more often run in the other direction, insofar as Ayumu was usually the first to arrive home, leaving Setsuna and Yuu to start at the front door.

But today was different. Today, Ayumu knew her girlfriends had taken off from work early to prepare things for her. It was a special occasion, Ayumu’s birthday. And she knew her girlfriends wanted to do everything they could to make her feel special, loved, and appreciated. As if they didn’t do that all of the other days of the year, but still…

“Welcome home!” Yuu cried, having surprisingly won the race for a change; Setsuna apparently lost a precious second when she avoided stepping on a game controller on the floor. “Happy Birthday!” She wrapped her arms around Ayumu’s neck to pull herself up into a kiss.

“Thanks, Yuu-chan.” Ayumu replied as the two parted.

Yuu grinned and detached herself from the embrace to allow Setsuna to step in.

“Happy birthday, Ayumu-san.” Setsuna said as she followed Yuu’s prior actions to also pull herself up into a kiss. Surprisingly, she did not exaggerate her disappointment in her lose, as was a common part of their ritual. Perhaps she was just that excited for an evening of celebration? “Welcome home.” Setsuna added as she pulled away.

“Thanks, Setsuna-chan.” Ayumu acknowledged, earning a brilliant smile.

“Now, come with us.” Yuu said, grabbing Ayumu’s hand.

“We just finished.” Setsuna added, taking Ayumu’s other hand.

As Ayumu allowed herself to be led to the dining room table, she took the time to admire the decorations that her girlfriends had set up. It came as no surprise that pink was the dominate color, as well as the fact that ribbons and bows were featured prominently. There was no shortage of other cute things, some of which brought to her mind thoughts of either Yuu or Setsuna, but the majority of the decorations clearly represented how they saw Ayumu. And they knew her well.

The food was wonderful as well, leaving Ayumu feeling a little guilty in doubting her girlfriends. Setsuna in particular had improved a lot over the years. And of course, like with the decorations, Yuu and Setsuna knew Ayumu well. The two young women had even prepared special treats for the cats of the house. However, that ended up making Ayumu worry that they may have tried to do the same for Sasuke, her snake, which would result in him being over fed. Again. She made a mental note to check before they all turned in for the night.

All in all, it was a lovely birthday celebration. Yuu and Setsuna showered Ayumu with affection to an almost embarrassing degree. But eventually, they came to a point where it was obvious they had run through all of their plans.

“So, Ayumu,” Yuu was the one to speak up, “what else would you like to do tonight?”

“Yuu-san and I stand ready to fulfill whatever request you might make.” Setsuna added. “Is there perhaps an anime you would like to watch, or manga you would like to read?”

Ayumu laughed. Of course, Setsuna would make such suggestions. “Actually, there is a game I would like to play with Yuu-chan and Setsuna-chan.”

“Oh?” Yuu tilted her head. “Board game? Video game? Or…”

“Video game.” Ayumu stepped over to where she had left her purse. “I happened to see it recently and thought tonight would be the perfect time to try it.”

“Ayumu-san,” Setsuna’s tone held both confusion and mild chastisement, “you shouldn’t have to buy something for us on your birthday.”

“Setsuna-chan’s right.” Yuu chimed in. “We totally could have bought it for you if you wanted.”

“It wasn’t that expensive.” Ayumu assured. “And the gift you’ll be giving is your time playing it with me.”

The other two shared a glance, obviously not fully convinced, but not willing to push the issue further. However, Setsuna’s expression quickly changed to one of excitement when she noticed the DVD case in Ayumu’s hand.

“You want to play Mysteries of Magicks?” Setsuna bounced a little.

“You’ve heard of it?”

“I wanted to play it back when it came out. The story is supposed to be so~ good. But…” Setsuna paused “that was back when my parents were upholding their ban on anime and games and the like.”

“But you still played games in secret then.” Yuu pointed out.

“That is true.” Setsuna confirmed. “However, I had limited space to hide things back then, and much more limited time to play, so I had to be more selective about which ones I bought. When I read the reviews, one of the biggest complaints was that it was designed around local, three player co-op. It could be played solo or with just two players, but the AI that would then control the other characters was poor and frustrated many players.”

“Wait, three players?” Yuu smiled with realization. “Is that why you wanted this game specifically, Ayumu?”

Ayumu nodded. “As much as I enjoy playing competitive games with you two, or just watching you make silly bets and demands…”

“They’re not silly…” Yuu objected, defending one of her pastimes that saw her and Setsuna decide things like whose hair Ayumu would dry and brush first that night by way of making bets with each other. “They’re fun.”

“I know, I just… Sorry. You know what I mean.”

“Anyway,” Setsuna interjected “what you’re saying is that you want to play with us for a change. Is that right, Ayumu-san?”

“Yes.”

“With a game designed for three players.” Yuu added.

“Exactly.”

“So, what is this game about?”

“Oh, oh!” Setsuna was right back to her excitement. “This girl” she pointed to the picture on the front of the case that prominently featured a dark-haired girl with a fierce expression and sporting a ponytail “accidentally pulls a sword out a stone.”

“Like Excalibur?”

“Sort of, except it seems rather mundane at first until she encounters this woman” Setsuna pointed this time to an old women in robes that had various runes or holy symbols embroidered into them “who tells her that she is now destined to be the guardian of the kingdom against some great enemy that is going to attack soon. But before that, she needs to charge the sword with each of the Elements of Magick.”

“Let me guess, that includes fire.”

“Fire is the first one.” Setsuna nodded enthusiastically.

“I know who Setsuna-chan is going to play.” Yuu smirked.

“No.” Setsuna shook her head. “It’s Ayumu-san’s birthday, so she should play the hero.”

“It’s alright, Setsuna-chan.” Ayumu spoke up. “I actually thought you would be best to play the protagonist. I thought I would play her.” She pointed to a girl with shorter hair who seemed to be glowing with a gentle aura.

“She’s the primary healer of the group.” Setsuna said. “Although her fighting power is supposed to be nearly on par with the hero.”

“Like a combat cleric?” Yuu asked.

“Something like that.”

“So, who is the other playable character?” Yuu leaned in to examine the myriad characters on the cover.

“Her.” Setsuna indicated a twintailed girl. “She is a sprite mage the other two find early in their travels. She starts out mainly as a support and buffer for the team, but eventually learns high level offensive magic later on.”

“Sounds like my kind of character.” Yuu grinned. “Looks like you found the perfect game for us, Ayumu.”

“Can we play now?” Setsuna was vibrating as her gaze kept slipping over to the television.

“Of course.” Ayumu let her girlfriend take the case.

Setsuna practically skipped over to their collection of consoles, powered one on and slid in the disc. Then, with just as much excited flourish, she grabbed a pair of controllers, spun, scooped up the one she had nearly tripped over earlier, and made her way back to the other two.

“Ooo~ I can’t wait.” Setsuna practically squealed as the trio took positions onto the couch with the birthday girl in the middle. “Thank you for this, Ayumu-san.”

“I’m happy you agreed to play with me.” Ayumu replied with a smile.

“Of course! It’s Ayumu-san’s birthday. Yuu-san and I are happy to do whatever you want.”

“Although that’s not the only reason.” Yuu said. “We also just like spending time together.”

“Well yes, but…” Setsuna ducked her head slightly “I thought that part was obvious.”

Ayumu chuckled at her girlfriends’ interaction.

“Oh, it’s starting.” Setsuna perked back up as text began to scroll across the screen, giving a brief history of the world and the events leading up to where the characters would begin their adventure.

Ayumu settled back against the couch and took a moment to glance to either side. Yuu had been right. This was less about it being her birthday, and more about spending time with the two she loved most. And to share a fun, cooperative experience together. Tonight would be a good night.

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Author’s Note Continued: I’ll start by saying that the three-player co-op game in question is inspired by Secret of Mana. I decided not to name it as such because I realized that I may want to come back and write more about this game and I want to be free to do whatever I want with the plot and characters. The bad AI is actually something I remember from the game, which is why I only completed it with two other friends, over the course of several months, only when we could get all of our schedules to align.

Also, I realize I have written about this trio playing cooperatively before, but that has been in TTRPG settings. I wanted to take a different route this time and go with video games. But I do really like the idea of these three playing games together. I mean, Setsuna is quite passionate about video games, but Ayumu canonically is a gamer as well, though they seem to prefer different genres. And Yuu just enjoys playing whatever with her girlfriends, and making little competitions with Setsuna for silly things.

And finally, I know I kinda glossed over the meal and gift giving parts of the evening, but they weren’t intended to be the focus. I know I’ll write more about my favorite LL girls’ birthdays, so there will be no shortage of opportunities to write about such topics then. Perhaps I’ll come back and add them to this scene later when I integrate it into TA proper. I may also add in an omake bit inspired by myon concerning the cats and the birthday cake that I ended up not writing as I was running out of time and energy to post this.

#YuuAyuSetsu #Takasaki Yuu #Yuki Setsuna #Uehara Ayumu #Tri-Arame #MultiamoryMarch2023 #Femslash Friday #Love Live Nijigasaki #fanfic

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narcissasdaffodil · 2 years

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the fic question, "written in the stars" number 15? 💜

Hi Ravena! Thank you so much for the ask, I’m finally in a stable enough brain mode to answer some asks. This question has been rotating in my brain for a while since you sent the ask, so I got really excited to answer it. It’s a pretty long one, I’ll be impressed if you get through the entire thing. My rambles are always huge and chaotic.

15: What did you learn from writing this fic?

So, this fic was originally meant to be a oneshot collection for Femslash February, and was supposed to be done months ago. I’ve definitely learnt that I don’t always work well on a schedule, which is okay. Plus, having a chapter build up has been impossible for this fic. I’m definitely a pantser, I don’t work off plans at all! The best I can manage is writing discussions with my beta and trusted friends. Which means that I let fics take me by surprise on a chapter by chapter basis, and work a chapter at a time.

The only readers I get are fandom blind, writing niche stuff gets incredibly lonely. Something majorly important that I’ve learnt recently is to not force fics, and to follow your heart. For a while, I was pushing on with the Marilottie part of the fic, despite not enjoying the actual writing of it. I couldn’t find a way to work Lottie into the plot, and heavily preferred writing the friendship parts of the fic. I was also petrified of changing the ship, because of it being for Femslash February and using the prompts for that. It can be scary to change my course of action, but I eventually found the courage when I realised my own writing preferences. This fic has been difficult to write, but also very rewarding.

Also, I had a mini crisis about thinking I was a bad writer because I kept writing only ‘short’ chapters. Short to me is anything under 5k, which I’m well aware isn’t what most people think of a short fic as! I’m still working through that, as I prefer my chapters to be somewhere in the 6-8k range. I’m definitely not a bad writer, I just enjoy long chapters, and long fics in general. So, this fic has taught me that it’s alright to stop chapters at a natural stopping point, instead of padding out a fic.

Plus having a better editing technique is great! Letting myself edit chapters if I’m not happy with them, or letting myself slow down my writing speed is important. I’ve gone from averaging 3-6k per day to averaging 1-3k, and I got insecure about that when my writing speed first started to drop. I’m still working through that, plus letting myself have breaks.

This fic also has a special place in my heart too. Writing Marisol as autistic has been very natural to me, and I’ve taken inspiration from some of my own behaviour patterns. Being able to relate to a character this heavily is pretty special to me, I’ve been used to never fully relating to a character as I have a rare condition which is never portrayed in popular media. I tend to relate to disabled characters significantly more, and wanted to see myself in media in general. This fic is much more special to me than a lot of my others, and that’s something else important. Seeing other people relate to her, and think my characters come across as realistic really touches my heart. Something else I’ve learnt is that it’s important to stay true to myself in terms of writing. I write niche stuff with fandom blind readers mostly, and I much prefer writing stuff that I love to stuff that’s popular but a nightmare to write. I’ve tried to appeal to people’s preferences in media in the past, and end up creating stuff I hate, but is popular.

#written in the stars #answered asks #asks

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blueberryhoneybadger · 2 years

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I got wayyy behind posting the #EveryClexaAO3 fics i’ve read because i had a HUGE life event happen that’s kept me off Tumblr for a couple weeks. I’ve read through 69 fics (lol that number just happened to work out on it’s own) since my last post on this journey and that’s just way too many to try and catch up with info and gifs/mood boards for all of them. I feel kind of bad about not making them like the other posts. As if i’m letting the writers (who i don’t even know and probably have no clue i’m even doing this) down and not doing their works justice... But alas, i must keep moving forward. I might drop some emojis next to some of the titles at least.

Links to 8-77 of 7,959 Clexa Fics are below.

8. Better Together, Always

Author’s Summary: Chancellor Griffin welcomes Commander Lexa, her attendants, and Ambassador Kane for their sixth Unity Day on the Ground. Revelations ensue.

9. Beautiful Girls and Coffee Shops

Author’s Summary: Prompt: ‘I come to this café pretty much every day before work and by now you know my order by heart and even wave at me when I come in’ AU

10. At The Eye

Author’s Summary: Clarke woke with a start, breath still rapid from the nightmare. A soft grumble to her left pulled her eyes to Lexa. At some point during last night's planning session exhaustion had overcome them. Clarke didn't remember climbing into Lexa's bed, but having her warm strong body lightly pressed against her soothed Clarke. Soon they would have to talk about whatever this was between them. For now, Clarke lay back down and threaded her fingers with Lexa's. Matching her breath to her partner's, Clarke slipped back to sleep.

11. Favor Fire

Author’s Summary: There are so many ways to die. And it feels like it’s her curse to learn all of them

12. Favor Fire

Author’s Summary: There are so many ways to die. And it feels like it’s her curse to learn all of them

13. Throne of wood, eyes of thunder

Author’s Summary: Clarke has had enough of the Commander's elusive tactics and swaying loyalty. Deciding to give Lexa a piece of her mind, the talk doesn't go quite as planned (but perhaps just the way it's supposed to).

14. Clarke and Lexa's First Kiss

Author’s Summary: Tumblr Prompt: (Clarke/Lexa) Lexa kissed her. She kissed her and it surprised them both.

15. Day 1: Role Reversal - "Ex-Commander"

Author’s Summary: February Femslash Day 1 - Role Reversal (prompt from the-100-femslash tumblr) The grounders overthrow their Commander. The sky people allow her to join them, but she must stay inside where her people can’t hurt her. Lexa now takes up Clarke’s old position as Abby’s apprentice.

16. (Blood)lust

Author’s Summary: Lexa spins and slashes low across the belly of a Mountain Man who had snuck up behind her. Without bullets, they fall easily before her people. A feral grin curls Lexa’s lips, and she catches a glimpse of gold in the corner of her eye. She sees the Princess, small blade in hand, cutting down an enemy with a slit throat, letting him drown in his own blood. Sensing no dangers nearby, Lexa allows herself a rare moment to appreciate the sight that Clarke makes, red painted vibrantly across pale skin and blonde hair. The leader of the Sky People is a picture of strength, even breath spilling from her lips as she crouches slightly, looking for the next attacker.

17. Animalistic

Author’s Summary: In a moment of happiness and excitement, Clarke finds herself hugging Lexa. After the hug, Lexa finds herself kissing the blonde. Written for Femslash February.

18. Blood and Guts Have Nothing on Scars

Author’s Summary: Lexa and Clarke share a moment as they bond over lost loves, but maybe some good could come out of it.

19. Possession

Author’s Summary: Prompt: Possessive. A small drabble of Lexa and Clarke.

20. Hunting

Author’s Summary: Clarke and Lexa are married. They go hunting together.

21. "Trapped"

Author’s Summary: Clarke and Lexa are trapped in the ape habitat longer than expected giving them time to talk.

22. in love may you find the next shore

Author’s Summary: She likes the way she draws her eyeliner on extra thick and that cold look in her eyes like a storm.

23. Day Three: Small Spaces

Author’s Summary: Clarke and Lexa have been captured by Mount Weather and restrained in an interrogation room. Clarke struggles to calm Lexa as she is revealed to be claustrophobic.

🥵 24. Fundamentals of Human Anatomy

Author’s Summary: Clarke and Lexa are roommates who are politely friendly with one other. That's all about to change.

25. two of us

Author’s Summary: Clarke, Lexa, and the zombie apocalypse.

26. I need you

Author’s Summary: Lexa watches over a sleeping Clarke after their encounter with the gorilla at the zoo. She hates to admit it but shes intrigued by this girl. Shes special.

27. Let's be clear {I won't close my eyes}

Author’s Summary: The first thing you are aware of after escaping the cage and the wrath of the giant gorilla is how tightly Clarke's hand is gripping your uninjured one. You look down at it with something akin to wonder, how her white knuckled fingers are entwined with yours, and stumble over nothing as she half drags you through the forest and away from the angry roars that make your ears ring.

✨ 28. Parting Gifts and Talks About Cats

Author’s Summary: Clarke is not entirely sure what to do when Commander Lexa suddenly starts giving her messages in the form of gifts.

✨ 29. The Wounds We Carry

Author’s Summary: Some wounds cannot be seen, but that doesn't mean they can't be healed. Set between episode 2x10 and 2x11.

✨ 30. Capture

Author’s Summary: What might have happened if Anya succeeded in bringing Clarke back to the Grounder camp after escaping Mount Weather.

✨❤️ 31. (I Wanna Be) Your Left Hand Man

Author’s Summary: "I will remember how to write your name, Clarke, but do not delude yourself into thinking I would change my way of living for you because you fell from the sky with lust for a utopia that does not exist."

32. Clarke and Lexa Swap Roles

Author’s Summary: Role Reversal. Clarke and Lexa swap roles as leader of their people.

33. When the Xamalts Invaded

Author’s Summary: Apocalypse/Dystopian AU. Warning: Slavery including sex slavery mentioned once. Also cannon character death. The Sky People and Tree People live on earth back before the war and alien's have invaded.

34. The Heart's Words

Author’s Summary: Not all words are spoken by the lips. The most important are whispered by the heart for the soul to hear. The night before a raid on the enemy Clarke comes to Lexa to speak.

35. Soulmates Reunite

Author’s Summary: Locked in a building/room/small space together alone. Clarke and Lexa get locked in a cell in the exodus because they've been fighting.

✨❤️ 36. but weren't we indestructible

Author’s Summary: “Pack what supplies you’ll need, and meet me at the edge of the trees.” She pockets another dagger and heads for the tent’s opening, but then she pauses and spares Clarke a half-glance over her shoulder. “I don’t want to be forced to leave without you, Clarke. Even I know that would be foolish.” Clarke and Lexa go hunting post-2x10. Danger and injury ensue, but first they talk about yoga.

37. So Much for My Happy Ending

Author’s Summary: Secret Relationship. Set season 1. The grounders and the 100 are at war but Clarke and Lexa find love in the middle of it all.

😏 38. Home Is Nowhere, Therefore You

Author’s Summary: Lexa muses while Clarke sleeps.

39. Attack Her and You Attack Me

Author’s Summary: There's was an alliance forged in flames, but perhaps it can become one built on light.

40. Man or Monster?

Author’s Summary: Lexa had not said a word since she had ridden through Camp Jaha's gates and asked where they were keeping the man from Mount Weather.

41. To Be Fearless

Author’s Summary: Clarke is expected to favour knowledge over bravery, but when it comes time to choose, she chooses to be brave.

42. Who Are You?

Author’s Summary: Body swap. Future fic. Clarke and Lexa wake up in the other's body. (I hope this isn’t too confusing.)

🥺 43. Clarity

Author’s Summary: "Clarke gets hurt and Lexa gets very protective of her and wants to be the only one to take care of her. Could they have already had a commitment ceremony as well so they are married?"When Clarke is injured, Lexa insists on tending to her herself. Clarke wants to know why.

44. My Lover's the Sunlight

Author’s Summary: Relationship ft. an ace or aro character. Warning: Self harm. I didn’t want to make Clarke’s sexuality into a big thing. Lexa runs away and Clarke searches day and night to find her.

45. Closed Conversations

Author’s Summary: Trapped in the Gorilla's cage Clarke works to bind Lexa's collarbone and fills the silence with conversation about the Commander.

46. Day 6: Relationship ft. an Ace Character - "Not Interested"

Author’s Summary: Octavia and Indra discuss their friends’ love lives. I attempted to make Indra an asexual character in this.

47. Midnight Rendezvous

Author’s Summary: Its the middle of the night when Clarke slips out of Camp Jaha but she's got a destination in mind.

48. Is This the End?

Author’s Summary: Together in Mount Weather. Tree People, Sky Person, Mount Weather and a scouting mission gone wrong.

49. and thus the heart will break

Author’s Summary: Clarke wouldn't wish this pain on anyone. Not even her enemies. The fact that she saw Indra shed tears for her, broke her all the more.

50. A Dreamer's Image

Author’s Summary: There are so many ways to die. And it feels like it’s her curse to learn all of them

51. Trust and Desire

Author’s Summary: Together in the depths of their desires it falls to Clarke to lead Lexa.

52. What Doesn't Kill You Makes You Stronger

Author’s Summary: Rivals to lovers. Clarke and Lexa compete in the yearly tournament to see who is the best warrior.

✨😎 53. Hunting

Author’s Summary: Lexa takes Clarke hunting, but Clarke keep distracting her.

54. Just Keep Breathing

Author’s Summary: The most beautiful smile she had ever seen. A Clexa one shot based on that line.

🥵 55. A Battle of Desire

Author’s Summary: The beginning of Clarke's relationship with Lexa is a battle.

💔 56. No We're Not in Paradise

Author’s Summary: Holiday. Clarke and Lexa decide to have some time away together, but things go horribly wrong.

😎❤️ 57. Massage

Author’s Summary: Lexa's shoulder is hurt, so Clarke insists on giving her a massage.It's fluff, and I'm kinda disgusted by how much fluff but I'm in a fluff mood so sue me.

58. the one with the missile

Author’s Summary: larke, Lexa, and the End of the World (Again) or: The One With The MissileThey are the only two that make it out of the conflict alive. That may not be a good thing.

✨❤️ 59. you are a catch 22 (either way i miss out)

Author’s Summary: Clarke tips her head forward, hair falling like a curtain, and, not for the first time, is Lexa a little entranced - the color is rare on her people, reserved for flowers and the sun and it waves a lot when Clarke moves and when Lexa runs her fingers through it. Not for the first time, does Lexa find herself thinking of the sky princess in terms unbefitting of an ally. Clarke navigates the world in peacetime, and finds herself a little lost in the possibility of a future and Lexa.

60. Draw Me Like One of Your French Girls

Author’s Summary: Clarke’s partner or crush finds Clarke’s drawings of them. Lexa find some interesting drawings in Clarke's journal. Will she be mad at her?

61. Wolves in the Warren

Author’s Summary: The Assault on Mount Weather ends with the capture of the Grounder forces leaders, but the Mountain Men underestimate Clarke and Lexa. Together in Mount Weather - This has shifted away from the current canon in that I decided to use Clarke and Lexa to get inside the Mountain.

62. Father's Day

Author’s Summary: Lexa is curious about Sky People holidays, but ends up inviting Clarke to share a Grounder Holiday. Clarke's father is a very important aspect of her development as a person, so I thought I'd do something to honour him.

🥵✨ 63. Reciprocating

Author’s Summary: Sort-of sequel to Massage, but can be read alone.Clarke returns tense after working with rehabilitating Reapers, and Lexa decided it's time to return the favor Clarke did for her. Massage turned sexytimes.

🥵⭐️❤️ 64. Strange Things Did Happen Here

Author’s Summary: The gentleness of Clarke's voice reminded her of Costia, making it all the more obvious that the sky girl was sent to her by the stars and the Gods. Weakness or no weakness, it was clear to Lexa that Clarke was meant to be hers.

65. When Your Heart Beats Next to Mine

Author’s Summary: Bed Sharing. Clarke stays at Ton DC while having a crush on the commander.

66. the fire's found a home in me

Author’s Summary: The first thing Clarke does after her mom walks away is double over and vomit onto the forest floor in front of her.(Takes place immediately after 2x12. Title from "Yellow Flicker Beat" by Lorde.)

67. Patching Up The Law

Author’s Summary: Officer Lexa Heda makes it a point to only receive medical treatment from Doctor Clarke Griffin. However, she's not interested in maintaining their working relationship indefinitely.

✨❤️ 68. Solar Flare

Author’s Summary: “Clarke.” Suddenly Lexa is the only thing she can see. Maybe that’s not the worst thing.

69. An Artist's Muse

Author’s Summary: Art as a concept holds little value to Lexa and her People, but when the art is provided by Clarke Griffin's hands, Lexa finds value in its form.

70. Accident Prone

Author’s Summary: Teachers AU. Lexa is the Head of Slytherin house and the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. Clarke is the school's Matron and teacher of healing magic.

71. it's nothing you thought of yourself

Author’s Summary: The end was this: Lexa was going to be a Jaeger pilot and she was going to be fucking great at it.No, the surprises come later.

72. Secrets

Author’s Summary: Fake Relationship. Clarke is dating Bellamy but loves Lexa. Abby is homophobic?

73. there's no us in winning

Author’s Summary: "This might sting." Clarke warns unnecessarily."I have had worse." And the skygirl looks at her hand, the criss-crossing scars on her chest and arms of fights long past and nods."Of course."After the win, when it's all said and done, there's still not enough time or enough space to push them together, but they can still heal.

74. Crimson Dew Drops

Author’s Summary: After the victory over Mt. Weather, Clarke follows Lexa.

75. Tragic Eyes (that i can’t even recognize myself behind)

Author’s Summary: Clarke stands in the wreckage of Tondc as it smolders. She reminds herself to keep her face still and void of expression, her heart clenches and she wills that still as well. One day, she hopes, she will manage to push away all her emotion as Lexa has. “Love is weakness,” she murmurs as she watches a wailing man bent over a smoldering corpse. Clarke cannot afford to be weak. Her mother has immersed herself among the wounded, but there is little she can do for the grounders whose skin is charred and blackened. She catches Clarke’s eyes from across the leveled ground and Clarke looks away. She knows what she will see, the aching disappointment is apparent even without looking. Clarke clenches a fist and tries to contain the bile that rises in her throat. Her stomach roils and she looks at the flames that are finally beginning to die down. Tondc burns and Clarke wills herself to not burn along with it.

76. Shadows in space

Author’s Summary: Snapshots of Clarke's life, from the ark to the ground. Spoilers through 2x12.

✨❤️😏 77. Dead Hearts (Don't Let Me Fall)

Author’s Summary: All the war and death are taking their toll on Clarke. Can she overcome her issues, or will she lose herself trying. A Clexa one shot, loosely inspired by this song.

#EveryClexaAO3 #clexa #fanfiction #clexa fic #clexa fanfic #Read on AO3 #clexa ao3 #The 100

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DCTV moodboards: Goldennews (Iris/Lisa) - Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles AU

Quote is from the Terminator films. Made for Femslash February 2021 and square O5 “Why did you come back?” on my @flarrowverse-shipyard bingocard. Also have a bit of a ficlet for the scenario too, below the read more.

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The static of the electrical storm has barely dispersed before Iris is asking the time traveler “Why did you come back?”

The woman doesn't flinch at the gun pointed at her, the one that tracks her head as she unfurls to stand tall. She's completely unashamed at her lack of clothes, and neither does she show any excitement or fear - blank in every way. Machine, but not attacking, not yet.

“I am programmed to protect you, Iris West, and to protect Nora West-Allen, the future leader of the resistance.”

“I'm doing just fine on my own. I don't need a machine's help.”

“You have no more choice than I do. The timeline must be protected at any cost.”

She tries to ditch the terminator, to no avail. Her old tricks don't work on this new model that reforms the golden liquid metal around anything she can throw at it. She just keeps coming, and she doesn't attack, simply follows, relentless in her new mission. That's when Iris realizes she probably does need the help. If any more like her turn up, Iris wouldn't be able to manage, not even with Cisco and Caitlin and Harry as backup. How to disable this model is an issue she needs to solve, but it makes more sense to go along with this plan for the time being.

Iris isn't sure what to call her at first. It's not important to have a name but things are easier once they do. Other than a model number, T5279, she mentions Lisa as a past alias and Iris asks why rather too casually, not expecting the answer to hit her so hard.

“My original function was as an infiltration unit. Resistance member Lisa Snart was apprehended in sector 52, on 1.3.2022. After sufficient questioning, I took her form. Advanced brain scans were used to construct a simulation of her neural pathways and assist in the objective.”

The real Lisa Snart is dead, somewhere in a future Iris hopes never comes to pass. The machine adopts more human habits over time, possibly to put Iris at ease, although being reminded of the human she replaced doesn't help there. Eventually, despite herself, Iris becomes accustomed to it all. To the sometimes poorly timed puns and lines that from anyone else she'd take as flirting. As Iris watches machine imitate humanity, sometimes she thinks about all those mannerisms that seem so genuine and wonders how much of Lisa lives on.

If people are the sum total of their experiences and memories, what does it mean that a machine could replicate them perfectly? That's all they are though, Iris reminds herself, a perfect imitation lacking in spontaneity, with no growth. Often this Lisa will recount a memory as if it's nothing more than a distant flow of information that shapes her strategy for how to fit in, and that's what catches Iris out, the regular enough warning to not get so comfortable around her temporary ally.

Except then she spies Lisa leaving in the middle of the night when no reconnaissance was discussed. Iris has to take a moment to quell the fear that Lisa has finally turned on them, working for her own agenda, but Iris gets on the case anyway, because they need to know the truth. Tailing her very carefully, Iris is surprised to end up parked out front of a closed skating rink. Following Lisa inside, she doesn't expect to see her protector gliding elegantly across the ice. Lisa continues despite the audience, a series of ever-increasingly difficult moves that almost make Iris dizzy watching. And right at the end, there is a moment she falters, just a little wobble on her landing, near perfect. Knowing what she is capable of, the deliberate imperfection is jarring.

“Why did you do that?”

“Perfection is suboptimal. Value is derived from the struggle for perfection. Without the illusion of effort, my mimicry would be perceived as empty, soulless. I would have failed in my objective.”

Iris doesn't know how to feel about this, but she knows then that she can't continue to sit and wait for the world to end. For this to be not just her reality, but everyone's – humanity proved replaceable. She doesn't want Nora to become some savior of the world that places too large a burden on her. And she doesn't want Lisa Snart to die the same way a second time, remaining only in the digital echoes of a machine, however good an imitation it can be.

She needs to take this fight – a fight that has really always been her fight - to the future. And she knows exactly who to start recruiting once she gets there. A woman who's likely to be uniquely motivated by the machine at her side, and her exceedingly protective (and fairly badass) family that Iris already feels like she knows so well. All she has to do is figure out some watertight logic to convince a machine first, or otherwise find another way to get this Lisa to go with the new program...

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love-bokumono-fics · 3 years

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Throwback(?) Thursday - Pioneers of Olive Town

Well. PoOT isn't old enough to have any throwbacks. So I'm taking advantage of this chance to showcase Literally All of the Fic.

Okay... so not Literally literally. We got to see the WIPs yesterday. We'll see the NSFW fics on Friday. So lets take a moment to look at everything else! We have the unique opportunity of being able to showcase everything in the Pioneers of Olive Town tag in one post. I'm not sure how many more times I'll be able to feature every fic under the game tag in at least one post for a Feature Week, so this is kind of exciting.

So, without further ado... All of the PoOT fic!

Nice To Meet You - by rzqrtz; Pioneers of Olive Town, 1k, Completed, 1/1

Rating: General Audiences; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Category: F/F

Relationship: Blaire/Female Story of Seasons Protagonist; Characters: Blaire, Farmer, Damon

Additional Tags: Fluff, First Meetings, This Game is Unreleased at the Time of Writing, There Are Bound to be Some Inconsistencies, apologies in advance, I'm Sure Damon's a Sweetheart, But This Fic Isn't About Him

Summary: The new farmer moves into town, after a long day of introductions a warm cup of coffee is exactly what she needs. This was posted for Femslash February Day 4 (February 4th)

Bisexuals of Olive Town - amageish; Pioneers of Olive Town; <1k, Completed, 1/1

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Characters: Laura, Bridget, Reina, Misaki

Additional Tags: Queer Themes, Coming Out, Everyone is Bisexual, probably out of character, Pre-Canon, Crack

Summary: Before the farmer arrives, Olive Town is a peaceful community where everyone just so happens to be bisexual. And we do mean everyone.

Beneath a Gathering Storm - by TheBeckster; Pioneers of Olive Town; 9k, Completed, 2/2

Rating: Mature; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply, Category: F/M

Relationship: Ralph the Ranger/Female Farmer; Characters: Ralph the Ranger, Female Farmer

Additional Tags: I took one look at Ralph's ranger's station and got IdeasTM, Hurt/Comfort, Physical Harm, Hypothermia, Two Shot, M-rated sexy times in the second part, nothing explicit but think PG-13 type stuff, Caretaking, Only One Bed, Love Confessions

Summary: Poor weather and a poorly-timed accident keep Ralph and Emily stuck up in the Ranger's Station. What ever are the two to do stuck alone in an isolated cabin all night with only a deck of cards for entertainment?

Stardust - by Milkgyu; Pioneers of Olive Town; 3k, Completed, 1/1

Rating: General Audiences; Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings; Category: F/F

Relationship: Blaire/female farmer; Characters: Blaire, Reina, Laura, Other Townsfolk

Additional Tags: Romance, Light Angst, very light, Blaire is trying her best

Summary: Blaire tries hard to realise her dream of getting into showbiz. Between rejections, people's words and her own insecurities, she meets the newcomer who just came to town. Fresh out from the city, sophisticated and composed, the farmer was a breath of fresh air from the townspeople. AKA Blaire's character development was very underwhelming in the game and could be so much more potentially :(

Familiar Feeling - by Mewa_Chu; Pioneers of Olive Town, <1k, Completed, 1/1

Rating: General Audiences; Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings; Category: Multi

Relationship: Damon/OC; Characters: Damon, Original Characters, Neil

Summary: Even though I was enjoying my new life here in Olive Town, I can't help but feeling there's something nostalgic about being with Damon. Until a red coat passed me by.

2 A.M. [fancomic] - by dreamerbee; Pioneers of Olive Town, Completed, 1/1

Rating: Not Rated; Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings; Category: Gen

Character: Clemens

Additional Tags: implied Clemens/Farmer, If You Squint - Freeform, Pre-Relationship

Summary: It's 2 A.M. and Clemens is woken up by something he can't quite explain. A small fancomic about Olive Town's sleep limit.

A Brief History of Us - by Coeurfroid; Pioneers of Olive Town, 3k, Completed, 1/1

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences; Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings; Category: F/M

Relationship: Female Farmer/Jack; Characters: Jack, Female Farmer, Lars, Laura

Summary: A series of one shots between Jack and the female PC.

#throwback thursday #but not really #pioneers of olive town #story of seasons #harvest moon #sos poot #story of seasons pioneers of olive town #i should come up with a better tag name for the throwback thursday posts that don't actually end up being throwbacks...

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haltandcatchfiretothemax · 3 years

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FEMSLASH FEBRUARY 2021 #21: In which Donna gives Cameron a gift

[CN: food and eating mentions; alcohol mentions]

It was early in the evening on a breezy summer Friday toward the end of June, and as Cameron pulled up to Donna’s house she wondered, not for the first time, if she was ready to be done with commuting and splitting her time evenly between the trailer and Donna’s house. She turned off the ignition, grabbed the bunch of wild flowers she’d picked from her own garden patch, got out of the car. Or at least, maybe it’s time for a break? she thought to herself as she walked up to Donna’s front door. I’ve been going back and forth for a year…maybe I could just stay here for the summer…or even just for this month? Or the next few weeks?

Donna had left the door open for her, and Cameron let herself in, expecting to find Donna listening to music and maybe even dancing in the den or maybe the bedroom, happy and energized from her weekly manicure and lunch outing, buzzing with news from Tanya or Diane, as well as ideas for what they should do that evening and later that weekend. Instead, Donna was in the kitchen, in a black knee-length full slip and apron, hair half up in rollers, behind the stove, which was covered in simmering pots and pans. Cameron’s eye immediately went to the table, which was set with Donna’s good plates and candlesticks, and an empty vase waiting for Cameron’s wildflowers.

“Honey!” Donna called out. “You’re home! Just give me a second and I’ll fetch your slippers and bring you a gin and tonic!”

The very idea of gin made Cameron go ugh. She went to the dining room, and turned around. “What is all this? Did we get married? Is this our anniversary that I forgot? Did I miss something?”

Donna chuckled at her, stirring one of the pots in front of her. “Well, it is almost the 4th of July, which is sort of an anniversary for us.”

Cameron nodded. “I’ll allow it.”

“I figured,” Donna said, checking one of the other pots, “that we could get a jump on celebrating, since we’ll be preoccupied with the 4th, on the 4th, and all.”

Cameron sighed and looked over at Donna, hit with a wave of affection for her. “Okay, Boss.” She went up to the kitchen island, and said, “You look very alluring in your slip.”

“Thank you!” Donna said brightly. “Are you wondering if I’m planning on dressing up, and if that means that you’ll have to dress for dinner as well?”

“You can read my mind. Just like a perfect wife should,” Cameron joked.

Donna shrugged. “I was gonna put a blouse and shorts back on after I was done cooking. The slip was just so that you’d have something fun to look at.”

“Mission accomplished,” Cameron grinned. “I’m a little grimy from the drive, though, so. Meet you back here after I get the flowers in some water and shower?”

Donna grinned back at her. “Sounds like a plan.”

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An hour later, the flowers were in the vase, the candles were lit, and dinner was served. Cameron and Donna enjoyed their eggplant parmesan, spinach, and angel hair pasta with two glasses of one of Donna’s favorite red wines, and a lot of happy chatter about how their weeks had been, what the girls were up to, and their weekend plans.

When they were done, Donna got up and took their plates. As she walked them back to the kitchen, she said, “I made some red velvet cake for dessert! I know that you prefer the store bought, but, what can I say, I woke up in a mood today.”

Cameron, who was in the bad habit of overeating but only when Donna or Bos cooked for her, groaned, “That sounds great and all but I might literally barf if I try to eat more right now?”

Donna put away their leftovers, and then she returned to the table with two black velvet jewelry boxes, and set them down in front of Cameron. “Then maybe you can open these first?”

Wide-eyed, Cameron stared at the boxes with undisguised terror.

“Don’t get all excited,” Donna huffed. “Neither of these boxes contains an engagement ring, the only engagement ring in this house is the one that Gordon gave me and that I refuse to ever part with.“

Cameron looked at her uncertainly. “And one of them,” Donna continued, “isn’t even jewelry.” She picked up the smaller box and held it out toward Cameron.

Cameron accepted it slowly, like it might pop open like a trick snake nut can. She opened it, and saw that it had a set of keys inside.

“I know, I know,” Donna said, sinking back into her chair. “You don’t have a key to your trailer for me. What if that’s okay though? What if the lesson the last 15 years have been trying to teach us is that reciprocity and being a good partner doesn’t have to mean everything is even steven all the time? I don’t need the key to your trailer. I know that I’m welcome there. And I’m also okay with usually calling before I come over.”

Cameron frowned at her. “Are you sure?”

“I’m positive,” Donna smiled at her. She pushed the other box toward Cameron.

Warily, Cameron picked it up, and opened the top. Inside, there were anodized silver pendants, on what looked like two anodized silver chains. One pendant was a small silver compass, and the other was a small anchor. Smiling sadly, Cameron said, “So I’ll always be able to find my way back to you?”

Gently, Donna said, “Or to wherever. You’ll never be completely lost, though. You’ll always have some help figuring out what direction to go in.”

“I don’t have anything to give you,” Cameron sighed.

With the same sad sort of smile, Donna said, “You might not have any jewelry for me, but that’s okay, because I already have all the jewelry I need. And also, my house is full of plants and fresh flowers and I have a garden full of fresh herbs and lavender out back, and I have homemade breads and hummus and preserves in the kitchen because of you. I get how that might not sound like a fair trade to some people,” she said, leaning forward and resting her elbow on the table. “ But I think it is. I think it’s more than fair.” She sighed, and then she said, “My house doesn’t feel empty the way it used to. That sounds terrible, I know. The girls used to live here. It didn’t feel empty because of them or anything that they did wrong, it felt that way because of me. But I don’t feel like that anymore. Now I wake up every day and I think, ‘Maybe things will actually be okay? Yeah, I think so.’”

Eyes starting to glisten, Cameron closed the jewelry box, and set it back down on the table. She looked back at Donna, and said, “Yeah. I know what you mean.” When Donna smiled at her, Cameron said, “I love you.”

“I know,” Donna said, wiping a tear of her own off her face. “I love you too.”

Unable to resist, Cameron asked, “Last and best?”

Donna’s smile grew broader, and brighter. “You know it.”

#LAST ONE BBYS!#extra thanks for reading and following along this year because i have been running on fumes #and i feel like it shows tbh!#femslash february #femslash february 2021 #cameron howe #donna clark #donna emerson

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dietraumerei · 3 years

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Weekly Writing and Reading Update

I’m going to try to spend the afternoon not looking at screens, so doing this a wee bit early!

Writing

I know my own heart: Femslash February 2021 Collection : Completed today! I am surprisingly sad about that! I love writing A&C female- (or non-binary-) presenting; it genuinely feeds something in me. Getting to write little stories for all my AUs as well as canon was really lovely. At some point in the near future I’ll break out the AU stories into little collections and add them to the series pages so everything is together, but tbh I’m not in a huge hurry to get to that, lol.

(Also ugh I swear I will work on that AU where Aziraphale is blind and Crowley is a disaster demi-girl, if only so I can come up with a reference to it that doesn’t centre Aziraphale’s disability, which makes me feel icky. Also I love them SO MUCH.)

What Inheritance Is : I have the next chapter written, but it needs some editing; I’d like to post this in the next week.

1930sAU: A new AU! Historical, aro-ace relationship, human, and very very fun to write. I have the first chapter done, and I do want to at least start on the second, but I expect this will go up soon too, I’m so excited about it!

It has been far too many days since the last Bike Girls disaster, but I’m still turning over what I want to write for them. It feels like it’s been awhile since Crowley was the disastee? Plus also, like, writing plot. Plot could be good? I dunno. Are there any questions you have about them/their life?

Reading

I finished Tehanu and it gave me too many feelings to really legibly type. What an incredible book -- I sort of guessed that it would be my favourite of the first four, and it is. What a promise, of a quiet, beautiful, fulfilled life. It reminds me so much of the end of GO, or rather what I write after the end, and using living life to really make oneself a person. I would also bet money that PTerry was reacting to the way witches are treated in Earthsea when he wrote the witches books, and especially Tiffany Aching. (Wee Free Men came out a good bit after Tehanu, so I wouldn’t be surprised if it was a direct reference.) There are also echoes of To the Lighthouse, especially Charles Ramsay’s “Women can’t write, women can’t paint”, or whatever the line was. (That I am less confident about the direct line between the works.)

Anyway -- it was a beautiful read, strange and meandering and fulfilling. I’m glad I read it now, and I think I will love it more and more, the older I get.

#weekly update

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bellatrixobsessed1 · 3 years

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Femslash February (Day 14)

Prompt: Heart Fandom: Winx Club Pair: Icy/Lucy

Summary: Lucy asks Icy on a date. Icy accepts for the sake of humiliating the woman. She doesn't expect to actually enjoy her company.

Today on rarepairs; has anyone actually wrote for Icy/Lucy yet????

A paper bat wing, because hearts are too cliche. She slips it under the door and leaves in haste. She hopes that this time it will be reciprocated or appreciated.

She has a feeling that it won’t be reciprocated even slightly. More likely, she will be mocked and ridiculed again. What a fool she is to try to chase after someone so painfully obviously cold. Someone so far out of her league.

Why is her heart so...misguided? Why can’t it be as dark and warped as Cloud Tower itself. That would be wonderful. That would be easy. It would beat pining over a woman who would rather see her spelled and hexed into oblivion.

Even Mirta isn’t this foolish. Even Mirta isn’t setting herself up for this much humiliation.

And yet, she comes back to her dorm to find a note on the floor. Her hands shake as she opens it. She knows what she is going to find; she just isn’t sure how harsh and humiliating the rejection will be. Icy is mighty creative and her creativity has a razor’s edge.

It is frank and to the point, written in elegant cursive. The kind that she thought the ice witch ought to have. ‘Fine. 11:30 at the Broom & Hex Cafe.’ She stares at the silver ink, her hands shake with twice the force.

She has a date. She has a date and yet she can’t quite believe that she does. She knows exactly how this is going to end. Really there’s only one way that it can, realistically speaking. But, how pathetic she is, she craves the witch so much that she is more than willing to face further humiliation just for a taste of what she craves. Just for a lovely little illusion.

.oOo.

“Oh she’s going to weep.” Stormy chuckles.

“She’s going to do more than weep by the time I’m through.” Icy vows.

“And here I thought that I was the devious, alluring one.” Darcy quirks a brow and runs her fingers through her locks.

“You just keep toying with Riven, I’ll make sure that Lucy doesn’t lurk outside our dorm ever again. I never was a fan of Fae Hearts's day, ladies. But this will be one to remember.”

“But wait!” Stormy bolts upright. “What if she, like, loses it and gets more obsessive and weird?”

“Then we’ll teach her another lesson.” Darcy shrugs.”

All she will have to do is endure one loathsome day. A few hours of false gushing and pseudo sweet talk will pave the way for days of wicked delight.

.oOo.

The cafe is particularly crowded when she arrives, dressed in her favorite ripped plaid dress and a set of matching arm warmers that are at least a size or two too big. She swallows and takes a deep breath as she searches the ice witch out. It only takes one quick sweep to know that she isn’t there--the woman is the sort to stand out rather starkly. But she does a second and third sweep anyhow.

She has to laugh, of course she wouldn’t even show up. That’s the oldest trick in the book. But she had so fervently hoped that Icy would at least pretend to love her for an hour or so.

“You’re early.”

Lucy jerks.

“You showed up?”

Icy quirks a brow. “You’re welcome.” She breezes by. “We’ll sit over there.” She points to the table at the very center of the room. The one that is already occupied. “I always sit there.”

“But that spot is already taken.”

She snaps her fingers and the platters on the table begin to wriggle and crawl. And then they are knocked to the floor as the couple scrambles away. Worms, grubs, and roaches turn back to soup, chili, and gummies. She snaps a second time and the mess is cleaned. “Looks vacant to me.”

“You’re terrible.”

“The vileist.” Icy smirks.

“It’s admirable.”

“Naturally.” She pulls out a chair. “Sit. Tell me about yourself, and make it good, I don’t waste my time on losers.”

“I’m not.”

“Convince me.”

She clears her throat. She hadn’t realized that this was going to be an interview. “I thought that this was a date.” She scoffs. “Not an interrogation.”

Icy crosses her arms and leans back in her chair.

“I can play the guitar.” She caves.

“The guitar? I play myself. What brand and model?”

“I have a SpiderMistress, Cauldron Green. You?”

“SpiderMistress as well. Midnight Hex.”

Lucy’s eyes go wide. “How’d you get that? Those models are super expensive.”

“I won it at a competition a few years back.”

“Maybe we can, I don’t know, have some kind of practice together! Are you, Darcy, and Stormy in a band.”

Icy snickers. “We don’t have time for that. Though I suppose that Stormy is a pretty capable singer and Darcy wouldn’t be terrible on the drums.” She shrugs. “Anyways, it’s a useless hobby.”

“Why do you say that?”

She catches a flicker of something in the woman’s frigid eyes. Something sincere, sad, regretful? It is gone before she can decipher it. Gone so fast that she may have imagined it entirely. “It means nothing compared to higher goals. I have ambitions, real ambitions.”

“And talent.” Lucy declares. “I haven’t heard you play but you’re good at everything else you do.”

“True.” Icy replies. “But I’ve been told that my talents are best invested elsewhere. I think I’d like a bigger following than a handful of groupies.”

The way groupies rolls off of her tongue. That pointed stare… Lucy’s heart sinks. She is pathetic, she knows that she is. Really she isn’t much better than a groupie and Icy isn’t even famous. She pushes it down and tries to play it off. “Yeah. Why settle for less when you can have more?” She wonders if she is settling for less by trying for someone who thinks of her as less.

“Yes, that’s a good question. Why would I settle for less.”

Lucy’s heart sinks further.

“My powers are nice and all but I think that with a touch of dragon fire magic…” she trails off and takes a spoonful of ice cream. “That’ll make a real show, don’t you think?”

Lucy nods vigorously. “I mean your magic is amazing the way it is. You’re the most powerful witch that I know. But how badass would it be to have fire and ice magic?” She is kissing so much ass. Gushing and rambling and making a fool of herself. She wishes that they could just stick to talking about guitars. “What would you do with all of that power?”

“I haven’t decided yet.” Icy replies. She holds out her spoon, “have a taste.”

She wants to, desperately, just to taste the witch on her tongue. But how sadly desperate would that look. “After you licked it?” She crinkles her nose.

Icy scoffs. “How do you plan to…” she leans in closer. “Make out if you can’t even share a spoon with me.”

Lucy swallows. “Licking a spoon isn’t as exciting as making out. All or nothing.” She does a lot of big talk for someone with such low confidence.

Icy quirks a brow. “All or nothing.” She shrugs. And with an alarming abruptness, she pulls Lucy in by the collar and plants her lips upon hers. They are as frosty as she had expected and she tastes of spearmint and cigarettes. She smells of it too. She tangles her long blue fingernails in her hair. She is vicious and merciless, it’s exhilarating.

And she pulls back. “Wow, that was the most underwhelming kiss I’ve ever had. Usually they at least try to impress me.”

“I wasn’t ready!”

“Improv, my dear.” She drawls. She leans back once more, draping her hands on the arm rests.

And something snaps. Something that should have snapped ages ago. But it comes as a desire. A desire to shove the chair over if only to see that smug, conceited smirk crack. To shatter the woman’s ego if only for a moment.

“You know what, I don’t know why I tried!” She stands up with a quickness that knocks the chair to the floor. She has to keep her momentum before it vacates. “I think that it’s because I feel bad for you. You’re hollow and shallow and...and…” her lip twitches into a snarl, “you aren’t as amazing as you think you are. Do you even think that you’re amazing?” She isn’t sure how to end her rant so she finishes with the first thing that comes to mind, “you can have the most expensive guitar on the market but that doesn’t mean that you have the talent to play it.”

And it is gone, that smug, conceited look. Gone and she hadn’t had to even raise a fist. She balls them both and makes her way to the door. She has dignity. She has self-respect.

And she deserves more than a stupid game. All or nothing. All of the nothing in the world is better than letting herself chase after one moment of false love. Her heart isn’t so foolish as she had thought.

.oOo.

It wasn’t supposed to have gone like that. Lucy wasn’t supposed to have left. That was her role. She rubs her hands over her face. She was supposed to be doing the humiliating. Not that she hadn’t been able to save herself the worst of it with a remark about how dramatic witches these days are.

But that isn’t it. That isn’t what keeps itching and clawing at her mind. She lightly raps her fist against her forehead, as though she can knock the deeper, more disturbing implications from her mind.

She wishes that the woman would have just flinched and cried like the rest of them. She wishes that Lucy were as unbearable, cringe-inducing, and repulsive as she had assumed that she would be. She was supposed to have been intolerably embarrassing to be around.

She wasn’t supposed to have talked about guitars or bands or anything that Icy is thoroughly and truly interested in. She wasn’t supposed to have made these things sound so intriguing and worth investing time into. And she certainly wasn’t supposed to have shown any teeth.

Icy doesn’t think that anyone has had the balls to stand up to her so publicly and, God, how intriguing it is. She cringes to herself. Not Lucy. Not loser Lucy. It can’t be her of all people. Especially not after the game she’d tried to play. The game that she’d lost.

Lost and swapped decks. She inhales deeply. She supposes that she will just have to do what she does well, encase her heart in ice much thicker and colder than before. The feeling will pass, it always does. She has just as little time for romance as she does for silly guitar riffs.

She lays back and stares at the ceiling until Darcy and Stormy enter.

.oOo.

She notices Icy lingering. Lingering and, dare she say, lurking. It is almost laughable. It could be that she is waiting for an opportunity to strike, watching and observing for weaknesses, an opening to take her vengeance. But somehow she senses that this isn’t the case.

No. The witch is exuding the very same energy that she once had.

She thinks that it would be plenty satisfying to march right up to her and let her know that she has been well aware of her presence and watch her stumble over a lie about how she had only been stalking about for the sake of feeling out the enemy.

It would be satisfying twice over to make a scene of it, to deal out the same brand of humiliation that the ice witch had intended for her. If only Lucy didn’t still feel so drawn to her. If only Icy wasn’t everything she admired in a person; bold, confident, suave, and cool. If only she weren’t so beautiful in a cutting, razorlike way that is all her own.

She can very well toy with the woman, blackmail and mock her, rouse her hatred and contemptment. She can’t help but do so at least a little. “See something you like?” She calls into the hallway. She expects the woman to slink away with a muttered curse or two. Instead she slips out into the open and leans against the frame of the door with her arms folded across her chest as though she had intended to be seen in the first place.

“Perhaps a few things.” She flicks her hair. “We didn’t finish our date, Lucy.”

“I lost interest.”

Icy quirks a brow, “did you?”

She wishes that she had. “Mostly.”

“That’s a shame.” She shrugs. “I admit, you piqued mine. I didn’t realize that you had fight.”

It occurs to her that perhaps the ice witch is very much into that. Into someone who is willing to get in her face and fight back. She can’t imagine that many people would.

“It’s compelling. Keeps things intense.” She continues.

“Well, while you look for fights, I’m going to look for respect.” Now that she has found it she isn’t willing to let it go so easily.

Icy is quiet for a moment. “You have already.”

“Was that a compliment?”

.oOo.

The deeper this conversation goes the less worth she thinks it has. She is going to make a fool of herself, and for what? Love? That isn’t the downfall she has in mind for herself. “Don’t push your luck, Lucy. I still have curses and hexes that will…”

“Make me regret ever setting foot in Cloud Tower? Yeah, I get the gist.”

“Do you?”

“Get to the point. Are you here to hex me or kiss me?”

Really, why not both? “I guess that, that’s up to you.” Though she supposes that she’d much prefer to have another go at the woman’s lips. “Show me what you can do now that you’re prepared.”

Lucy grips the door and Icy is certain that it is about to slam in her face. Instead the woman damn near throws her into the wall. Her kiss is rough, almost savage. Intriguing. She curls her fingers into strands of dark green hair and adds a frosty edge of her own. And then Lucy pulls back as abruptly as she had engaged. Her breathing is still decently ragged. “Improv, my dear.” She says again, “can make or break the moment, do you understand now.”

Lucy nods. “Perfectly.”

“Well then...” Icy trails a finger over the woman’s cheek, content to have taken back at least some control.

“Well then, what?” She puts her hands on her hips.

“Are you interested in a real date?”

“Don’t you have a reputation to uphold?”

Icy rolls her eyes, “I’m the one who decides what’s in and what’s out. Welcome to the in crowd, Lucy.” So long as she keeps up with her newfound confidence she will stay for quite a long time. And with luck Icy won’t have to do any of the work to keep her at the top. “It suits you better, Lucy. This, self-respect thing.”

.oOo.

A second date. A real date. Her heart thrums faster than it has in a while. And the ice witch doesn’t think that she’s pathetic. And when they speak in the halls it feels different, she doesn’t call her a loser this time. She doesn’t dismiss her, doesn’t mock her with Darcy and Stormy when she is just on the fringes of earshot.

It doesn’t take terribly long for the two of them to get used to her stopping by the dorm. They still whisper. She still hears them questioning and pestering Icy. Icy invites her over more. Icy makes a point of slinking as close to her as possible, of getting handsy, of initiating deep kisses. “If they hate what your doing,” she mutters in Lucy’s ear, her voice husky with passion, “do it in front of them, exaggerate it, give them something to really talk about.”

She wonders if Icy has always been so bold or if it is the product of trial and error and one big sweeping success that has driven her to the top.

“You have much more allure when you aren’t copying everything that I do.”

“I’ve found that there isn’t anything worth copying.” Lucy smirks.

Icy gives a haughty sniff, “fuck you, Lucy.” She grabs her by the scruff of her shirt and pulls her onto the bed.

She wishes that she would have found her sense of self worth earlier.

#femslashfeb2021 #Winx #Winx Club #Winx Icy #Winx Lucy #Fanfiction

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inlovewithbuddyaurinko · 3 years

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Vesbud First Meeting

“Aurinko. You’ve got something of mine. I’d like it back. How about you toss it here and we forget this ever happened, besides, didn’t anyone ever tell you it’s not nice to steal from the less fortunate?.”

Everyone knows and loves a meet-cute, but our favorite space lesbian moms had a meet-violent. For femslash February, an elaboration of the scene described in Vespa’s wedding vows with some of the author's artistic license thrown in.

co-written with @chobiwolf

It had been a rough day for Vespa after a rough couple years. She’d managed to get a good steal in and had enough of a score in her pocket to drink the next two nights away without any concerns. It beat the previous few months of staying out of the way of any law authorities, it definitely beat being thrown in prison, only to be released by that...she shook her head, she couldn’t get caught up in dreaming about that near-magical laugh that would creep into the corners of her mind at any moment she wasn’t otherwise occupied.

The bar was nice, nicer than Vespa had any right to, but it was the only place that had a transport lift and at the moment, Vespa was out of any mode of transportation sturdier than a hijacked hovercycle. The number of people packed into the room, the walls practically shaking with the beat of the music being blasted over the hidden speakers hid the gangly woman easily out of the way in a corner to avoid judgemental glares of patrons dripping in the finest of venusian silks and velvets.

Buddy Aurinko thought she'd find her mark here, or a drink at the very least. Even though it had been years since the prison break, Buddy spotted her the moment she walked into the bar. Vespa Ilkay looked the same. It was like years of crime and a hard life hadn't done a thing to knock her down. This was a whipcord of a woman with a shock of razor cut green hair. She may have been huddled over a drink but she radiated fierceness. That quality was exactly what Buddy was here for. That... or a large sum of money and a drink with a cute girl. This was really win-win for her.

She slid into the seat beside Vespa, a drink in hand already. "Can I buy your next round, darling?"

Vespa jumped, face heating up when she realized that someone had managed to sneak up from behind, her hand going to a knife at her side before she laid eyes on the most beautiful woman in the whole damn galaxy. That same woman placed a tentative hand on the arm that had started to shift back to what was, undoubtedly, a knife.

“Oh uh, you don’t have to do that, I can pay my own way even if I don’t look like it.” was the stuttered reply, flicking her eyes over the frankly impressive form sitting next to her. “But I wouldn’t be opposed if you were to join me?”

"No, no, I won't hear of it, and I never repeat myself so don't make me ask again." Her demeanor was not overly friendly. But she angled herself towards the woman in a way that put their shoulders close enough to feel the heat coming off of eachother. "Why, I'm of the opinion that a dashing woman such as yourself should never have to buy herself a drink again." With her smile and the near panic in Vespa’s eyes, Buddy realized she would have to try and smooth things over quickly to prevent a bolt from the bar.

"So what do you say to one round? Your drink looks a bit more like salad than alcohol and I happen to know a few good options around here." She did a once over of the bar seemingly opening herself to a blindspot and making her appear a bit more genuine, though most of what she said was exactly the truth. Oh the trouble she could cause with this one… "Bartender!" A grizzled person who looked like they had less compassion than a swarm of rangian mosquitoes took her order, "Yes, and two of those please, one extra strong for the lucky lady. Oh, and in case it’s not clear: mine should be the strong one since I do seem to be a very lucky lady." She winked at Vespa.

Vespa should’ve kept a higher guard up. She shouldn’t have so readily allowed this woman to completely disarm her, but boy, this woman, this woman was the prettiest, fastest talking, most vivacious human she had never seen. The blush never quite left her face.

"So what brings you to this fine establishment?” Buddy gestured a bit vaguely to their surroundings.

Vespa’s hand didn’t quite leave her knife, but her shoulders lost the tension that had been carried there since she first sat down hours ago. She wouldn’t consider herself one for romance, but this woman....this woman could convince her that maybe a little wouldn’t be too bad. She’d never gotten a drink bought for herself before, and stared with eyes wide in surprise. “Uh just, you know, a place to hang around. What about you? You look like you belong here more than I do. Like I should be watching you in a stream, not, not have you next to me here.”

A bright laugh bubbled out of Buddy. She had never been a stranger to compliments, but she turned quickly to grab their drinks as a distraction from the slight heat she felt flush in her cheeks.

"Here we are! And who knows maybe I am on some stream somewhere," she smiled knowing it was likely Neptune's most wanted or something to that effect, "but I've certainly found this place just as cozy as you have.” The bar was probably the opposite of cozy, it would be listed in the dictionary with the word ostentatious.

“Perhaps even more so since there definitely wasn't a pretty girl at the bar when you came in." She put on a bit of drama, "Oh my, unless there was! Look at me: I've known you for 10 minutes and already a homewrecker. The shame of it! Well, I say shame but I can't actually find a single iota of it in me. So tell me, are you, in fact, here with someone, darling?" She paused to take in Vespa desperately trying to keep up with her manic speech. Buddy sipped from her drink to keep herself from talking more. Maybe she was a bit more nervous than normal. Marks weren't normally this— well this adorable, this dashing, this capable! That last one she was about to test.

Vespa cleared her throat, voice suddenly raspy with nerves. “No. Uh, no, just, just me here.” This woman really did talk a lot and her own head was slightly spinning. “I think I prefer the seat occupied by you instead of it being empty.” She attempted to flirt, cringing slightly at herself at how awkward it sounded. “Uh, Sorry, I didn’t catch your name. It’s gotta be as pretty as you?”

Buddy flashed a smile at her, wide and genuine at Vespa's incredibly honest way of flirting. "The name's Buddy," here she leaned in close and whispered, "and since you aren't here with anyone at the moment, would you like to be, miss…?" she trailed off hoping the other would also supply her name. By now the two of them had slid much closer and the hand she originally had on her knife arm had moved up to the woman’s far shoulder.

“Ilkay.” Vespa blurted out, cheeks tinged a deeper pink still. “Vespa Ilkay. Nice to meet you Buddy.” Her skin was covered in pinpricks where Buddy’s arm was around her, like every single nerve was standing on their head. She felt hot and hoped that she didn’t seem as nervous as she felt. Buddy was leaning in so close that it was like there were only two of them in the whole world.

"Vespa Ilkay…" Buddy knew that name, and she knew ultimately why she had come to 'run into' her, and yet here, face to face, she felt a nagging almost-girlhood crush from her 'tag along with dad to work days'. None-the-less the words slipped off her tongue like silk and she found her drink abandoned as she focused on the woman's face. All harsh, strong edges, and softening honest blush. Hair knocked loose from its gelled, spiked style by the constant shaking head and flustered denial of compliments.

She just couldn’t help herself, what was a little more distraction for one night after all? She brushed Vespa's hair out of her face and tucked it behind her ear. Her other hand had come to rest comfortably at the middle of Vespa's back now, trailing lazy circles with her thumbnail. "Why, darling you look positively feverish!" For emphasis she put the back of her hand on Vespa's forehead, "Hm, well I'm no doctor, but maybe another drink would cool you down? Or… maybe you want to get out of this place with me? I could show you an exciting time to be sure.”

Vespa would have passed out right then and there, Buddy's voice like a purr in her ears. She could’ve died and been perfectly happy. The hand on her back felt like it was shooting electric currents into her spine. The only way to make sure she didn’t melt into more of a mess was by running through in her head all the most easily breakable bones in the human body. She ran a hand through her hair, unable to imagine that this was real, it must be impossible, she had to be dreaming.

“I’m fine, I’ll just need a moment.” She straightened up her back, going-anywhere with Buddy sounded amazing. But no, she couldn’t. That was too much. “I’ll get out of here eventually.”

Buddy leaned back and the previous closeness had her wearing quite a dark flush herself. She felt the heat in her face and rather hoped it didn't clash with her hair. A ridiculous thought, one that made it clear that she was flustered herself, though she'd never admit it. She reeled herself in. She was a bit dismayed the rest of her night would not be spent with a companion, but the evening was not a total loss: there still was the money she was here to steal, now, there was just the matter of actually taking it.

Buddy breathed in and looked around trying to feign a bit of embarrassment, eyes cast down with a demure flutter of eyelashes. "I hope you'll forgive me for being so forward. It's not often I come across a lady like you." She looked up, making purposeful eye contact with a visibly flustered Vespa.

"Miss Vespa Ilkay, I do hope we see each other again." She leaned so far forward she saw the panic from the other that this was a kiss. It was not. Her lips brushed the other woman's cheek and she whispered, "Sooner rather than later if you can." She did then press a chaste kiss to Vespa's jawline as she slid out of her seat leaving a hint of brilliant red in her wake. The close contact made it easy to slip the card from Vespa's pocket into her own hand. She stood up fully and cleared her throat. "I do believe I may need to go to the powder room though, so... dear?" She turned Vespa's face to her own delicately, "Do take care of yourself."

Buddy went to the restroom of the bar that she knew had a broken window and a solid escape plan. She had left behind merely one thing besides the lipstick on Vespa's face. One thing in the form of a note written on a napkin. It would probably take Vespa a while to notice it if she noticed it at all. But it read as follows:

Wonderful doing business, darling. Sorry those drinks ended up being so expensive for you. But I did not lie to you, I do want to see you again…. If you can catch me.

--Buddy Aurinko

Vespa Ilkay was love struck. There was no other way to put it. She sat with her drink in her hands, once again staring down at the countertop, but this time, with a fond little smile on her face.

She was convinced that never before had anyone captured any heart so quickly as Buddy had wormed her way into her brain. There wasn’t anything more Vespa wanted than to drag her off to that damn washroom she said she was headed and kiss their brains out against the door, an activity she hadn’t felt motivated to do with anyone before. She looked down at her hand where it had dabbed at the mark on her cheek, a perfect mirror of Buddy’s lips in the palm of her hand. The red lipstick seemed to glow against her own skin.

20 minutes later and the bartender was glaring at her and making snarky comments about buy another or get the fuck out.

Vespa wasn’t particularly looking forward to going to find some dark corner to fall asleep in, but if it had to be done it had to be done. She reached into her pocket for her score to pay for all her drinks and she froze. It was gone. All of it. All that was left was a damn note. She cursed aloud. Scanning over the note, she then cursed her dumb heart for stupidly skipping a beat, dammit, even Buddy’s damn handwriting was gorgeous. Thankfully, there were just enough creds to pay for both their fucking drinks stuffed into her boot she could use. It now meant though that she would have no safety net if something were to go wrong, or even another way off the planet.

She stormed out of the bar, figuring that damn woman couldn’t have gotten far. She went towards the more crowded, better lit part of town. Aurinko clearly knew what she was doing. And someone as fabulous as her could blend in among a crowd more easily than in the dark and shadows. Finally, after what felt like forever of running, she spotted a shock of bright red hair at the opposite end of the street and started to push people out of her way as she was running towards her.

Meanwhile, Buddy slipped through the crowds like a fish through water. She flipped the card a few times in her hands before pocketing it in a holster on her thigh. Sure she turned a few heads here and there but she knew how to disappear when she wanted. Right now she was a bit careless though, having just wooed a pretty lady and gotten the score of the decade, and with barely any work on her part.

Suddenly, she heard a disturbance behind her and glanced back to see that same vivid green hair poke out through the crowd as Vespa not so much ran as plowed her way through the crowd. Buddy smirked, my this one did catch on fast didn't she? Buddy broke into a sprint and rounded a corner into an abandoned alleyway. She only stopped there briefly to remove her heels to make her tracks harder to follow as she crossed through to another backstreet.

The alley Buddy disappeared down of course connected to another side street that Vespa cursed out everyone who had ever worked on it from their first to last breaths of their lives. Her thick boots kept her from completely falling over as she made the sharp turns necessary and though she lost easy sight of the red hair that she had before, she managed to spy it again part way down the next street. “AURINKO!” She shouted off after Buddy, heads turning to look at what the commotion was. A sober Vespa would not have brought so much attention to herself, or to her target. A sober Vespa could slide between people and shadows with not so much as a whisper of clothing brushing against each other. Knives could disappear into backs before the glint of steel was seen, bodies would hit the floor, dead from poison before taste was processed by the tongue. But now, Vespa Ilkay was on a manhunt, willing to slash and burn in a fight against Buddy Aurinko. So,it was normally not a very good thing to draw attention to oneself if you were trying to stay unnoticed, but she wasn’t letting her get away with her score and only way off this miserable planet.

Buddy smiled to herself as she turned another sharp corner into an alley that would take her up a side fire escape and up out of Vespa's reach. But when she got there the stairs were out of sight. A quick glance around showed her their charred remains clinging half-heartedly to the building's side above her. She heard Vespa yell her name and knew she had no time to escape.

“Shit."

Profanity did not become her and she certainly would refrain more were she in anyone's company, but as it was she had no one around to hear her… Thank goodness for that. Though that would not be the case soon. She didn't have a blaster on her and she really would rather not use that on Vespa anyway, so she drew her knife from one of her many thigh holsters and readied herself for a fight.

Turning the corner, Vespa skidded to a stop, knife drawn already and barely caught herself from falling over from the sudden cease of movement when she saw Buddy trapped there at the end of the alley. She grinned, the expression dark and proud, teeth looking more like razors. This was a woman who had fought through blood and liked it.

“Aurinko. You’ve got something of mine. I’d like it back. How about you toss it here and we forget this ever happened.” Buddy looked to be illuminated from the shaft of light spilling over the buildings around her, making her hair look like flames. She still looked strong and steadfast, Vespa knew that this fight wouldn’t be as easy as it may have appeared to be, and only one of them would be walking out of that alley. And Vespa was willing to place money that it was going to be herself.

"I'm afraid that won't be happening today, darling." Buddy flashed a grin of her own, winsome and daring. She took the opportunity then to throw her heels at the woman who not only held an impressive dagger but was glaring them at her as well. Vespa rushed at her. Despite the small space, Buddy was able to parry and roll to her left, deftly avoiding the attack. This was certainly the most fun she had had in years.

The heels were certainly a clever ruse, but Vespa ducked them, internally tsk-ing that they were going to get scratched, Buddy didn’t seem like the kind of person to do that to her clothes, not that Vespa cared, of course.

The run at Buddy still left Vespa with her back to the entrance, she wasn’t born yesterday of course. But she couldn’t help but admire how cleanly Buddy dodged her knife. Nothing that could be considered aggressive was being done yet, they were still circling, feeling the other out.

“Those are my creds, not yours.Didn’t anyone ever tell you it’s not nice to steal from the less fortunate?” She made another quick swipe at Buddy’s bust line which forced her to take a hop back, though still with plenty of room between them.

Buddy laughed breathlessly at the exhilaration of their fight. They were both so evenly matched that it was more dance than confrontation. She hadn’t felt like this since the day she ruined her fathers prison, just because she could. The day she had first seen Vespa Ilkay.

In her distraction, Vespa got the drop on Buddy and tackled her. Getting the wind knocked out of her chest stunned Buddy enough that when she regained her concentration a split second later, Vespa’s very sharp blade was at her throat, and she felt a small trickle of blood run down the nape of her neck. She still had a hand on her own knife though, and she angled the blade up towards the woman on top of her. She couldn't help but start laughing again, breathless, overtaken, and evenly matched. She looked into the woman’s eyes above her as she tapped the blade to her abdomen.

Vespa was about ready to drive the knife through her, not enough to kill her, someone so beautiful didn’t deserve that. But it was just so she could take her creds and go, but that laugh. It floored her.

She knew that laugh. That was the laugh that saved her. The fiery shock of red hair she only managed to get a glimpse of when she ran.

The starstruck woman didn’t even notice the knife running along her side, a dangerous position she would never allow anyone to get her into in any other situation. The thin blade lightly skimming over her shirt next to her skin sent shivers down her spine. Just, Buddy’s eyes. They were like pools she could get lost in.

It was the most unattractive, ungraceful thing that. Just-just staring down at the woman beneath her, mouth agape. “You-you were the one at the prison. You saved me.” Vespa collapsed one side to roll off of Buddy, still staring at her in shock, unable to process what just happened.

Buddy breathed a sigh of relief as Vespa rolled off of her, and they both lay there on the dusty ground of the alleyway, staring at an alien sky.

“I suppose I was, and I did.” Her voice was nostalgic and drawn out.

She pulled the card with Vespa’s score stored in it from her hoster and held it up above them, an outlined rectangle dangling from elegant fingers standing out against the artificial atmosphere, “Well, we seem to be doing all right for ourselves solo, but don’t you think we’d be better as a pair?” She smirked. Buddy turned her head to face the other woman and smiled at her, no wit, no false charm, but completely genuine and a little vulnerable.

Vespa’s heart still sounded like it was beating in her ears, dazed. Her eyes flitted to the card held in the air above them. She could just reach out and take it, but she didn’t want to, it was like it would break the dream she was in. A minute passed, no sound was heard but their still heavy breathing and the faint sounds of people talking, a car driving by, the headlights casting shadows down the alley. “So?” Buddy asked again, “How about that offer to get out of this boring old dump with me?”

Vespa squeezed her eyes shut, making sure she wasn’t dreaming for the second time that night when her brain caught up to her ears. “Yeah. Yeah that sounds— that sounds great.” Vespa’s eyes opened and she turned her head to look back at Buddy. Somehow, Buddy looked even more radiant than before. Just so hopeful and full of life, like with her, the two of them had the entire universe at their fingertips. “I think a partner in crime could be good.”

#tpp #the penumbra podcast #the penumbra fanfic #vesbud #vespa ilkay #buddy aurinko #season 3 spoilers #based off of vespa's wedding vows in what lies beyond part 1 #look #they're gay #precanon

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ryqoshay · 1 year

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Happy Life: Angelic Hug Returned

Primary Pairing: YohaRiko Rating: G Words: ~1.8k Fandom: Love Live Sunshine Time Frame: The evening before Yohane’s high school graduation Event: Femslash February 2023 Event Source: @femslashfeb Prompt: Hugs

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Author’s Note: I’ve been working on a bunch of Yohane-centric WIPs, hoping to finish one or two of them, and I haven’t written YohaRiko since Promptober last year. Maybe soon I’ll get some of those WIPs whipped out so I can move on from them to more YohaRiko that I want to have take place chronologically after the Yohane-centric stuff. In the meantime, here is some event prompted YohaRiko.

Also, this is the prompt for the 7th.

Summary: Yohane ponders graduation and the events to follow

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Yoshiko stared up at the ceiling.

Why didn’t she feel as excited as she thought she should be? She was graduating tomorrow! The Fallen Angel Yohane would finally be free of the mortal misery machine known as high school! Sure, she would be entering another mortal machine known as college, but at least that was by choice.

Also… looking back, it really hadn’t been as bad as she had initially anticipated. Well, classes had been that bad, but she had made a good number of friends. And joining Aqours had turned out to be one of the best decisions she had made.

Joining Aqours had allowed Yoshiko to meet her. Sakurauchi Riko. Riko, the wonderfully talented pianist who had sung her way into Yoshiko’s heart. Riko, the friend who had become so much more than just an elite little demon. Riko, the fellow school idol with whom she had made so many memories and shared so much excitement, both on and off stage, during practice, or just hanging out.

Riko, the girl whose heart Yoshiko believed still belonged to someone else, despite the distance between them after moving back to Tokyo for college.

Riko, the future roommate with whom she would be sharing an apartment starting next week.

Riko, the former classmate who would be returning to Numazu tomorrow to attend the graduation of Yoshiko, Ruby and Hanamaru.

Riko, the…

Yoshiko’s phone buzzed, so she grabbed it and unlocked the screen.

… contact who was messaging her? Privately? Right after they had finished up a big group chat about plans for the celebration tomorrow?

Well, it wasn’t like Yoshiko minded. It was a rare case indeed that she couldn’t make time for a quick chat. Although, given the choice, Yoshiko much preferred when the two could find enough time for a longer voice call. Or even better, a video call. But a few messages was better than nothing.

SakurauchiRiko: Ne, Yocchan

Yoshiko smiled. She really had come to enjoy the nickname Riko had started using for her. And it made her happy just reading it on the screen.

TheFallenAngel: What’s up, Riri?

SakurauchiRiko: Is everything alright?

TheFallenAngel: Yeah, why?

SakurauchiRiko: You seemed a little subdued during the group chat

Yoshiko furrowed her brow. This felt familiar… Was there such a thing as reverse déjà vu?

SakurauchiRiko: I was expecting someone like Yocchan to be bragging about how she was escaping the mortal mystery machine or something like that

TheFallenAngel: The mortal misery machine

SakurauchiRiko: Right, sorry

SakurauchiRiko: Anyway, I just thought Yocchan would be more excited

So did I… Yoshiko thought to herself.

SakurauchiRiko: Are you nervous about starting college in a couple weeks?

TheFallenAngel: Not really

TheFallenAngel: Actually, I’m really looking forward to it

TheFallenAngel: There’s a drama class I signed up for that sounds really interesting

TheFallenAngel: And a club that puts on shows and stuff

TheFallenAngel: I’ve emailed the director a couple times and she thinks my time spent as a school idol will help me earn a good role for the first production of the year

SakurauchiRiko: Yocchan wants to become an actor?

Yoshiko chuckled.

TheFallenAngel: I just think it sounds fun

TheFallenAngel: And I can probably tie in some of my design classes

TheFallenAngel: Maybe make my own costume and get credit for some assignment or something

SakurauchiRiko: Would the professors allow that?

TheFallenAngel: No idea

SakurauchiRiko: Well, in any case, be sure to let me know the production schedule so I can be sure reserve a seat for opening night

TheFallenAngel: Of course

TheFallenAngel: Yohane would be honored to have her favorite little demon Riri in attendance

SakruauchiRiko: But if college isn’t what has you down, is it maybe your graduation?

SakurauchiRiko: Are you worried about losing track of any of your friends?

TheFallenAngel: I’ve somehow managed to keep track of everyone who’s graduated before me

Including you… Yoshiko added silently.

SakurauchiRiko: Are you worried about moving?

TheFallenAngel: I don’t think so

TheFallenAngel: Maybe?

TheFallenAngel: I mean I like Tokyo

That one time I got lost before your recital notwithstanding… Yoshiko scrunched her nose at the memory.

TheFallenAngel: But it is a big move

SakurauchiRiko: I understand completely

SakurauchiRiko: But I’ll be here to help you adjust

TheFallenAngel: I know

TheFallenAngel: Thank you Riri

SakurauchiRiko: Are you still worried about moving in with me?

What? Yoshiko sat up on her bed.

“Why would I” she started typing but paused.

Was she still nervous about moving in with Riko? She had somehow managed to keep her crush in check for the past two years, with the last year being somewhat easier due to Riko being in Tokyo. Or maybe harder, as feelings frequently flared whenever the former members of Aqours decided to have a reunion. Or if Riko decided to invite Yoshiko over for some quality time with Prelude. Or if Riko decided to remote in to one of Yohane’s streams. Or when the two stayed up far too late with one of their voice or video calls, again. Or when…

SakurauchiRiko: Yocchan?

Yoshiko deleted what she had typed and started over

TheFallenAngel: Maybe a little

SakurauchiRiko: That’s alright

SakurauchiRiko: Honestly I’m a little nervous as well

SakurauchiRiko: I hope I will be a good roommate

TheFallenAngel: I’m sure Riri will be a wonderful roommate

SakurauchiRiko: And I’m sure Yocchan will be as well

SakurauchiRiko: And to start things off, I was thinking I could help you move

TheFallenAngel: I thought you were heading back before then because you had plans?

SakurauchiRiko: I changed them

SakurauchiRiko: Have you finished packing?

TheFallenAngel: Not yet

SakurauchiRiko: I could help with that as well, if you want

TheFallenAngel: How would you do that?

A knock sounded from the bedroom door.

“Yeah, Mama, come in.” Yoshiko called.

The door cracked open a bit.

“Actually, uhm… it’s me…” A different voice than the one Yoshiko expected spoke.

“Riri?!” Yoshiko nearly left a dent in her wall as she bolted in surprise and clipped her head.

“Yocchan!” Riko rushed into the room. “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine.” Yoshiko insisted, trying vainly to regain her composure. “But what are you doing here?”

“I’m here to return a hug.”

“Wha?”

Riko smiled gently and reached out a hand to help Yoshiko off her bed so the two were standing, facing each other.

“Almost a year ago, someone very important to me sensed that I was in need of a hug.” Riko started, not letting go of Yoshiko’s hand. “And she made a special trip just to give me one.”

“So, because I sounded off in our group chat…”

“Like I did then.”

“You came all this way to give me a hug?”

“Yes.”

And with that, Riko pulled Yoshiko into an embrace.

“I thought you were coming tomorrow?” Yoshiko asked, wrapping her arms around Riko as well. Despite her continued confusion, she couldn’t deny enjoying the hug.

“I changed that plan as well.”

“Changed that plan? You’re not coming to our graduation?”

Riko laughed. “No, silly, I mean I changed my plans so that I could come early. Of course I’m still going to go see you, Hanamaru-chan and Ruby-chan graduate.”

“Oh… Wait… Riri, I know our group chat lasted several hours because we couldn’t get everyone’s schedule to align. But the train still takes two hours to get here.”

“I left as soon as I suspected Yocchan was feeling down.” Riko explained. “And I saw an opportunity to repay the kindness she had shown me.”

“I see.” Yoshiko nodded before something else occurred to her. “So then when you and I were messaging…”

“I was already halfway here from the station.”

“And what if I hadn’t been home? What if I was at Zuramaru’s or Ruby’s?”

“I would have taken a bus over and stayed at my parent’s place.”

“Ah…”

“And I’m sorry for assuming and imposing, but I was hoping I could stay here tonight.” Riko admitted. “I thought we could get in some packing in the morning before the ceremony. Then maybe after, you could come over and play with Prelude for a bit. Then the next day, we could finish up packing before the party Mari wants to have at the hotel. And finally, after all that, I can help my new roommate move in to our new apartment.”

Yoshiko chuckled. “Riri planned all that because Yohane was feeling down?”

“No, the hug was the only thing I planned because of that. Everything else I thought of just now.”

Yoshiko felt warmth spread through her chest. Riko really had come all this way just for her. Sure, she was going to make the trip eventually anyway, but still… Just as Yoshiko herself had done nearly a year ago, Riko had made the trip, without even ensuring certain things were in place, like where she would sleep tonight. She had dropped what she had been doing, changed other plans, and come to comfort a friend in need.

And that selfless kindness was a large part of why Yoshiko had fallen for Riko in the first place. And those feelings were, in turn, a large part of why Yoshiko was nervous about moving in with Riko.

But right here, right now, basking in the warm embrace of the girl she cherished so much, Yoshiko realized it would be alright. Probably. Maybe… No, it definitely would. Living in an apartment filled with such a calming, almost angelic aura would be nice. Heavenly, one might say, ironically. And maybe…

“Yoshiko? Riko-chan?”

Yoshiko startled out of her trance, and Riko’s embrace. “Mama?” She tilted her head to see past Riko to the open door that had been left open earlier.

“The bath is ready if one of you wants to take a turn.”

“Thanks, we’ll do that.”

“Alright, you two have a good night.”

“You should go first, Riri.” Yoshiko said. “You just got in from traveling, and you’re our guest.”

“R-right…” Riko said, blushing a bit. She turned and grabbed a bag she had apparently dropped at some point.

Why was Riko flustered? Was she embarrassed to have been seen hugging Yoshiko? The two had been seen hugging before without issue. Odd… Well, whatever.

“Ne, Riri,” Yoshiko said before the other girl stepped out of the room, “wanna play a game or two when we’re both through the bath? I packed up a lot of that stuff, but I can easily find my controllers, and my laptop is still out. I could even use my phone to stream if you don’t mind. You know my horde of little demons love when you join.”

“Sounds like a plan.” Riko said with a smile before heading to the rest room.

Yoshiko couldn’t help smiling herself as she started setting things up for an impromptu gaming stream with a special guest. It looked like it would be a good night. And a good week after that.

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Author’s Note Continued: I had been rereading Angelic Hug to remind myself of something recently, so that chapter was on my mind when this prompt came up. And I decided to write about Riko hugging Yohane this time.

#YohaRiko #Sakurauchi Riko #Tsushima Yohane #Happy Life #femslashfeb2023 #Love Live Sunshine #fanfic #YoshiRiko #YohaRiri #Tsushima Yoshiko

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lemuriancutie · 4 years

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Miraculous Established Chloenette AU for nanowrimo

In case you didn’t see my post yesterday, I’m planning on writing Miraculous Ladybug fanfiction for National Novel Writing Month (nanowrimo or just nano for short) this November. My goal will be a story 50k words or more written just during November. I will not immediately be posting chapters to my ao3 account, since the goal is to write, not necessarily to write well. I plan on editing my story afterwards and hopefully posting chapters during the month of February, 2021. But what I REALLY want to talk about here is what my story is actually going to be about!

So pretty much since Day 1 of watching Miraculous I’ve been Chloenette trash. I can’t help it! The enemies to lovers trope is a weakness of mine, and the more I sympathized with Chloé as we saw glimpses of her backstory and why she became who she is in the show the more I wanted to see her end up happy! Plus, I’m all about that femslash. I admit that, especially as of the end of Season 3 things don’t look great, but I’m still holding out hope. But, while a would enjoy writing a good canon compliant redemption story for Chloé, I had an idea for an AU a while back that I’m going to be exploring.

Basically it’s the same world as the one we know from the show, and everything was the same up until shortly before the start of the show. On Marinette’s first day of school that year she did not meet Master Fu. Ivan did not become Stoneheart. No one was akumatized. Things went on without superheroes and supervillains for a number of years.

Now, where my story actually starts, Marinette is attending university, and she and Chloé have been dating for a while. She comes into her apartment one day and Chloé is there, having let herself in with her copy of the key. This is normal for them. But then Chloé asks what’s in the fancy box. Marinette is confused until she sees a fancy wooden box on her table. She opens it and out comes Tikki, who’s somewhat mortified that the newly chosen Ladybug wasn’t alone when she opened the box, but at this point it’s too late to be concerned about that because she can sense the miraculous of the butterfly being misused for evil and someone is about to be akumatized!

This AU sees Marinette and Chloé in an established relationship (how they started dating and how Chloé developed in the intervening years will be revealed in the story), and Marinette becoming Ladybug when a fair bit older, with Chloé knowing her secret identity from day 1 (so none of that “hiding my identity from my significant other” drama). Furthermore, it’s not just that things waited a few extra years before kicking off. There are reasons why Gabriel Agreste didn’t become Hawkmoth in this version while Marinette was still in collège, and reasons why things have finally started to happen.

There are, of course, plenty of other changes too. After all, everyone is at least four years older than they are when the show starts (still not 100% decided how long after this takes place, but at least four years). Characters from the class are now working on higher education or starting careers. They’re all different from the versions of them that we know, but still hopefully close enough that it feels true to their characters and not like I’m just sticking canon names on OCs. I am also going to try to stick as much as possible to characters who do already exist in canon. Definitely all of my most important characters are already from canon, but may not be filling the kind of role you would expect them to.

This story will largely be a fluffy and self-indulgent work to show Marinette and Chloé being adorable girlfriends, but I do hope it will have enough plot, drama, intrigue, and action to keep others invested in it. The only ships I know for sure at this point I’m going to include (and can mention without giving anything away) are Chloé/Marinette and Juleka/Rose. I may decide during my prep this month on other ships that will be there at the start, and either now or as I write it I may decide on other ships to develop throughout the story. Some ships that you see may or may not be end game, but I promise that the Chloenette and Julerose are. That’s not to say those couples won’t face problems, but if you want to read it because of either of those ships you don’t need to worry about me pulling the rug out from under you and ruining those.

I also will not engage in character bashing. Yes, Marinette is with Chloé rather than Adrian, but that’s not because he was secretly a jerk, or evil, or anything like that. He’s a very nice, talented, young man and he will be playing an important role in my story. Chloé has been thoroughly redeemed from her bullying ways (though she’s still sassy and sarcastic). Even Lila, while I won’t be ignoring the kind of character she was and I’m not (currently) intending to give her a redemption arc, that’s more just because I don’t have plans with her rather than any intent to bash. If she does become important in the story she will be dealt with as a very flawed, but still very human character, and redemption or not I won’t be bashing her character. (I’m just not a fan of character bashing, especially since whoever you bash is probably someone’s favorite character.)

You may discover one or more characters serving as villains who weren’t villains before, but trust me when I say they all have their motives and reasons and even if they never get redeemed no one has been made a villain just because I don’t like that character.

That’s all that I can really say now. Partially because I am still in the planning stages of this story, and partially because I don’t want to give everything away. I hope Miraculous fans out there take interest. I’d love to hear your thoughts on what I’ve said so far. Excited? Worried? Anything you want to talk about, be it suggestions, hopes, fears, or just encouragement I welcome.

#Miraculous fanfic for nanowrimo #Miraculous Ladybug #Miraculous AU #Miraculous aged-up AU #Miraculous established Chloenette AU #Miraculous AU worldbuilding #fic planned for my ao3 #femslash #Chloenette #Julerose #no character bashing #fluff with plot #redeemed Chloé #nano plans for 2020 #rambling #seriously I go on so long talking about very little #comments welcome

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quakeriders · 4 years

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I always imagine Elain having a secret confused crush on Mor & then Mor figuring it out and helping her experiment and being sweet and kind in the process. For ffs20

“We can take our time.” | mor x elain

femslash february 2020 - drabble #03 - request more

The first time Mor noticed the blush was when she helped Elain plant new herbs for the garden. At first, she chalked it up to her feeling shy and embarrassed for needing help with something she usually excelled at.

The second time she noticed the blush was when Elain stumbled in on her and Feyre talking about some very graphic encounters and Mor’s retelling of a particularly successful night at Rita’s.

When she noticed the blush the third time, they were alone. And Mor had just complimented Elain on her pretty pink dress. It was far less daring than anything Mor wore, but it complimented Elain quite nicely.

That’s when Mor started to suspect that there was more to the blushing than just shyness.

And that she quite enjoyed seeing Elain flushed and torn between peeking up at her from beneath long lashes and trying to avoid Mor’s gaze.

She truly was a beauty. And if Mor’s company elicited a reaction like that, Mor wasn’t opposed to that. No, not at all.

So, when she asked Elain if she wanted to have dinner. Alone. Just the two of them. And Elain said yes, Mor decided that she wouldn’t ignore the butterflies in her stomach whenever she saw that pink flush on Elain’s cheeks.

They ate dinner at a lovely restaurant by the river. The food was delicious, the place covered in flowers that made Elain’s eyes go wide and flitter from one display to another. She hadn’t stopped smiling all night.

And once they were done, both of them content with the food and sweet summer wine, Mor suggested walking along the riverside and enjoying the warm evening.

Elain had agreed quite eagerly.

It was the way her knuckles kept brushing Mor’s as they walked that made her reach out and take Elain’s soft hands into hers. She was hesitant at first, looking up at Mor with a shy smile but then curling her fingers surely around hers.

And as they walked along the river, holding hands and smiling softly, Elain confessed, “I’m quite confused about this.”

Mor’s smile turned gentle as she remembered herself, aged sixteen and in a place where she wasn’t granted the luxury to be excited about this strange new feeling in her stomach.

“It’s alright, Elain.” She said, squeezing her hand. “We can take our time.”

But like the true Archeron she was, Elain surprised her when she stopped walking and tugged at Mor’s hand. Her soft brown eyes were wide and yet filled with a determination. “I don’t want to take my time. I-” She seemed to look for the right words, even as she was blushing again. “I want to- I want you to-”

Mor’s heart skipped a beat, looking at this young, beautiful woman, who had loved and lost and still, was ready to try again. And she thought, that despite everything that made them different, there was so much that they had in common.

So, Mor lifted her other hand, gently cupping Elain’s cheek and leaned down to press a whisper of a kiss to her lips.

“Oh,” Elain gasped, her whole body curving into Mor’s. Mor couldn’t help but smile, even as she pressed her forehead to Elain’s and kept her eyes closed for a moment longer, breathing in the flowery scent that always clung to her.

“Is this what you want, Elain?” She breathed, opening her eyes to find Elain’s already on her.

“Yes.” She breathed and it was Elain who surged up to kiss Mor then.

Not as sweet or as soft as their first kiss had been, but still more sweet than the summer wine they drank before.

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#anon #asks #acotar #acotar fic #mor x elain #mor x elain fic #my fic #femslash february #femslash february 2020

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haltandcatchfiretothemax · 3 years

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FEMSLASH FEBRUARY 2021 #4: in which Cameron and Donna decide where to sit

[CN: food and meal mentions]

As a skilled hostess and certified party girl, Donna Emerson was always happy to invite guests into her home and entertain them. Still, it was always a sure sign that she was especially excited for a dinner when she had handwritten place cards made. She had a calligrapher, Khadijah, who was her assistant Maya’s girlfriend, in her rolodex for just such occasions. She happily paid Khadijah a premium to artfully write out her friend’s names on the front of small, blank greeting cards, folded in half, on the inside of which Donna would write a short, heartfelt thank you to her guest for attending.

When Dr. Katie Herman had called to say that she was coming to town, the first thing Donna did was to organize a small dinner party in her honor, and the second thing she did was to call Khadijah and request her services. As usual, on the Friday before the party, Donna went to Khadijah’s studio to pick up the cards, and to drop off her cash payment, so as to not risk it getting lost in the mail, or make extra work for her or Maya.

On the Saturday of the party, Donna and Cameron, who had just recently moved in, slept late. “It’s not laziness if you’re conserving your energy for an event!” Donna had insisted, and Cameron so had laughed at her and pulled her close, so that they could get another two hours of rest, if not actual sleep. When they finally got up and went down to the kitchen at 10, they made brunch, ate, threw on some clothes and then went into town get coffee and to then buy an excess of flowers for the house. When they got home, Cameron arranged the flowers, and Donna made sure that the bathrooms were spotless, and that the living, dining, and media rooms looked clean and cozy.

The rest of the afternoon went quickly, between fielding phone calls from their guests (and Donna repeatedly insisting, “Oh, no, that’s very thoughtful, but you don’t have to bring anything but yourselves!”), Cameron making them stop for lunch, getting dressed, setting the dining room table with Donna’s good china, preparing appetizers, picking out records and cds to listen to, and Cameron finally starting dinner (initially Donna had planned to order in, but Cameron had wanted to cook). Suddenly, it was 6:30, their guests were en route, and they were in the dining room, trying to decide where to put each place card.

Donna tapped an itch on her scalp near one of the three large rollers that were pinned into place at the top of her head, and said, “Okay, well, this shouldn’t be that hard.” She glanced around the table, and smiled, “Or at least, these two should be easy….” She placed ‘Ms. Donna Emerson’ at the head of the table, nearest to the kitchen, and said, “And then ‘Ms. Cameron Howe’ at the foot, right?” She turned to walk the card down to the other end of the table.

“But I never sit all the way down there,” Cameron objected. She tucked a still-damp strand of hair behind her ear. “I mean, do I have to?”

Donna frowned, “Well, no, of course you don’t have to….”

“I usually sit on your right,” Cameron said. “And if I sit there than I’m closer to the kitchen, doesn’t that make more sense?” Then, quietly, she said, “I like sitting next to you.”

Donna grinned appreciatively at her, and turned back to the seat to the right of the head of the table, and placed Cameron’s card there. “Okay, let’s not overthink this,” she said, mostly to herself. “Let’s put Haley, the third and final woman of the house down at the foot of the table, Katie to my left, Risa and her partner next to her, and Tanya and her sister next to you?”

“What’s ‘Mx’?” Cameron asked, looking at Risa and her partner’s cards.

Matter-of-factly, Donna said, “It’s gender-neutral, and intended for use by individuals who feel that their gender does not fit within the ‘gender binary.’”

“Oh.” Cameron stared at the card, with the funny feeling in her stomach that she both had no idea what Donna was saying and somehow also knew exactly what she was talking about. She picked up the card, and stared at it, as if more information might appear on it.

“Seating is done then?” Donna said. “This works? Or for now, anyway? We’re flexible, of course, should our guests choose to make some adjustments?” She sidled up next to Cameron, and put an arm around her waist.

“Yes, seating is done,” Cameron said. She put Risa’s place card back on the table, and put an arm around Donna.

Then Donna gasped. “I know!” She whacked Cameron on the shoulder, and said, “We should get a new table. A wider one. With enough room for the both of us to sit at the head!”

Cameron looked at her watch, and said, “I think it might be a little late for that.” Donna chuckled, and Cameron put her hand in her pocket, and looked at Donna. “I don’t need to sit at the head with you,” she said. “I’m okay with it being your house, and your table. I really am happy to just sit next to you.”

Donna smiled up at her, and said, “Okay. Then that’s how we do things in our house?”

Cameron kissed her forehead and said, “Yes, Ms. Emerson. That’s how we do things in our-slash-your house.”

The doorbell rang. “Someone is early,” Donna exclaimed, “crap on a stick!”

Cameron kissed her again before she rushed off toward the door, and then followed her, so she and Donna could welcome their first guest together.

#...a lot of telling and not showing to get to the point of this one huh? i still like how it turned out okay though!#shout out to everyone who's still recovering from having to shovel on monday and tuesday #and happy friday to all of us!#femslash february #femslash february 2021 #fan fiction #cameron howe #donna clark #donna emerson

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yangssunglasses · 4 years

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For femsasusaku month Sakura teaching female Sasuke how to kiss 💋 whatever rating.

Thank you so much for the wonderful prompt! I also used FemslashFeb2020 prompt: upside down.

This is my last fic for Femslash February this year! Please enjoy! :)

Rating: T

Length: 3.6k

Available on FFnet

Upside Down

Sakura was quite typical for a twelve-year-old freshly minted kunoichi raised in peace time. She was loud, big-headed and obsessed with the idea of romance. She had celebrity crushes on actors and models, all civilian, and she constantly fantasized about meeting the one boy that would sweep her off her feet. In her mind’s eye this dream boy was actually faceless, but it only fueled her determination to find the right one in real life. Someone that she could love and would love her in return, someone that would make her feel those butterflies in her stomach that romance books mentioned so often, someone that would kiss her breathless…

What Sakura dreamed about was having her first kiss already. She kept hearing other girls at the Academy giggling together over cute boys, talking about their kissing experiences, sharing tips. It made her so envious! She felt like she was missing out on something truly amazing.

When she became a genin, Sakura swore to herself she would finally get her first kiss. Of course, she didn’t mention it as her goal when Kakashi-sensei asked the team for their introductions. After Naruto had declared his intent to become Hokage, and Sasuke, a fellow kunoichi and the Rookie of the Year, had talked so seriously about killing someone, Sakura thought that admitting to such a small goal would have made her sound shallow. She settled on revealing a more general personal goal of finding true love. But kissing was obviously going to be a big part of fulfilling that goal.

Unfortunately, genin missions so far didn’t involve becoming a bodyguard of a handsome prince that would fall in love with her and go down on his knees to propose. Instead, Sakura and her team worked on grueling, unglamorous and non-exciting D-ranks like catching cats, cleaning trash from the river and painting fences. She always felt dirty, sweaty and smelly after them, not at all like the amazing, beautiful kunoichi she had imagined herself to become as a genin.

Sakura shot a look at Sasuke as they waited together on the red bridge for Naruto and Kakashi-sensei to finally show up. The other girl was nonchalantly leaning against the railing in that effortlessly cool way of hers. Sakura didn’t understand it, but even after a full day of the worst jobs under the sun Sasuke still looked really pretty. Many times Sakura had admired her face flushed from exertion, those dark and mysterious eyes focusing hard on her task, her graceful movements. It hurt to admit it, but Sasuke was so much closer to that ideal of a kunoichi and she wasn’t even trying.

Also, she’d even had her first kiss.

Sakura made a face. Alright, she didn’t actually envy Sasuke of that incident. Just the memory of it made Sakura shudder in disgust. Out of all the boys in their class (rather unappealing options, in her opinion) to accidentally smash lips with the least cute one, Naruto? And then get stuck with him on the same team? Sasuke was extremely unlucky.

Though to be fair, the girl seemed to have put that incident behind her and Naruto wasn’t so bad in the end, just over-excitable. Sakura tried to keep him in line and Sasuke helped her deal with any messes he created on the way.

Still, Sasuke losing her first kiss so unfortunately made Sakura fear about her own. Troubling thoughts and worries swirled around in her head. Once Sakura started imagining all of the terrible possibilities, she couldn’t stop it.

She must have been boring holes in her head, because Sasuke finally looked back at her. “What?” she asked, no-nonsense and arms crossed like usual.

“Nothing…” Sakura sighed and glanced at the road hopefully. Still no sign of their very late teammates. They had time to kill. “I was just thinking about… kissing.”

To her surprise, Sasuke didn’t scoff and turn away. “What about it?” she asked instead with a curious expression.

“Your first kiss was pretty bad.”

Sasuke grimaced. “Don’t remind me,” she grumbled.

“I guess I worry about what mine will be like. I don’t want it to be with Naruto, you know?”

“Duh,” Sasuke agreed with an eyeroll. “It was revolting. I almost lost my lunch.”

“Yeah, but what if I kissed someone and that person hated it? I don’t think I could survive that,” Sakura confessed her fears.

Sasuke frowned at her. “It’s unlikely you’d be that bad. But you could practice,” she suggested.

“Practice kissing?” Sakura repeated, confused but intrigued by the idea.

Sasuke nodded. “Yeah. If you want to get good at something, you should practice. It’s like throwing shuriken or mastering a jutsu,” she reasoned. “Practice makes perfect.”

This idea had merit. Coming from Sasuke it sounded almost practical and Sakura was tempted to give it a try. But to practice kissing, she needed a partner… but if she asked some boy, she’d just lose her first kiss to him, instead of only preparing for it. Sakura tapped her bottom lip, thinking hard on how to resolve this issue. Her eyes darted to Sasuke.

“Would you help me?” Sakura asked.

Sasuke’s eyes went wide. “Me?”

“We’re both girls, so it won’t count as my first kiss if we just practice together,” Sakura said and came closer to the other girl. “Please, Sasuke?” she asked with a pleading look.

Sasuke’s gaze skimmed over Sakura’s face and she licked her lips. They looked pink and glossy, was she using a new lip balm? “But, why me?” Sasuke asked uncertainly.

“Because you’re my teammate and I like you. And teammates help each other practice, right?” Sakura replied, also blushing. “Please, say yes,” she urged with those big, emerald eyes staring into Sasuke’s dark ones. “I really, really need your help.”

Sasuke took in a shaky breath and uncrossed her arms. “Alright,” she replied quietly and filled with determination. “How do we start?”

Sakura paused. “I guess… we just get close and touch our lips together?”

Sasuke nodded tightly. “Very well.”

The girls looked at each other and shuffled closer, but when they both tried to lean in, they almost knocked their heads together. “Stay still,” Sasuke ordered and Sakura froze. Her pretty teammate put her hands on her shoulders and leaned in. Her lips were getting closer and then lightly touched Sakura’s before pulling away.

Sakura blinked. She barely felt anything, but a very faint wisp of a tingle on her lips. That was utterly underwhelming.

“Um… too light?” she whispered. “Here, let me try,” she said and grabbed Sasuke’s shoulders, then angled her face and brushed her puckered mouth against Sasuke’s. This time she actually felt something. Sakura pressed their lips more firmly, but it still wasn’t what she was looking for.

Experimentally, Sakura rubbed her mouth over Sasuke’s. She liked how it glided smoothly thanks to that lip balm. It smelled nice and fresh, like a cut watermelon. The tip of her tongue darted out of her mouth to taste it.

Sasuke gasped at the unexpected touch and Sakura hastily pulled back. “I’m sorry! Did it feel bad?” she asked anxiously. She didn’t want to scare her kissing partner away.

After touching her mouth, Sasuke breathed in. “No… I was just surprised,” she replied, her intent dark eyes giving Sakura’s lips an assessing look, as if she was seizing up a battlefield before an attack. That look put a squirming sensation in the pit of Sakura’s stomach. “Let’s try it again,” Sasuke said and leaned in to her. With nervousness that came out of nowhere, Sakura braced herself for the kiss, but just a breath shy of touching, Sasuke paused. “Relax your lips this time, it felt better when they weren’t so stiff,” she instructed in a hushed tone.

“O-Okay…” Sakura whispered back and stopped holding her mouth so tight.

She more felt then saw Sasuke’s light smirk, then their lips touched again. It was Sakura’s turn to gasp. The kiss felt so much better this way. At first it was light, exploratory, then firmer as Sasuke gained confidence. Instead of being like two tense blocks pressed together, their lips became so much softer and pliable as they glided and brushed across each other. Sakura closed her eyes, concentrating on the very pleasant sensation and attempting to mimic what Sasuke was doing.

“That’s better,” Sasuke murmured, drawing away from her. “It isn’t so hard, is it?”

“Yeah… Thanks,” Sakura replied, feeling shaky on her feet. She tucked a long strand of hair that was hanging in her face behind her ear and licked her lips, then looked at Sasuke hopefully from under the lowered eyelashes. “Can we… practice a little more? I was beginning to get the hang of it.” She knew she was presumptuous and unreasonable after all the help Sasuke had given her already, but the small tingling on her lips made her feel like she was on a verge of some significant breakthrough. She needed to pursue this.

Sasuke gave her a penetrating look, then shrugged. “If you want.”

Sakura nodded eagerly and moved in to kiss her again. This time she was in the lead, carefully stroking Sasuke’s soft lips with her own. Something hot and wet poked her lips and she parted them in surprise…

“Sakura-chan! Sasuke! Sorry I’m late, my alarm clock didn’t ring!” Naruto’s obnoxious voice reached them from a distance.

In a blink of an eye, the mouth against hers disappeared and Sasuke was back in her old position against the railing. Sakura blinked a few times, feeling like she’d just been abruptly waken from a very nice dream without finding out how it was going to end. A surge of disappointment filled her and she glared at the orange headache bounding to them through the bridge.

“Naruto! Don’t yell so loud in the morning!” she snapped at the knucklehead.

“But, Sakura-chan! You’re yelling too!” Naruto pointed out in protest.

She looked at him with murder in her eyes and he backed away. “Ehehe… S-Sorry, Sakura-chan…” Naruto then wiped a finger under his nose and cast a curious look between Sakura and Sasuke. “So, what were you two doing before I got here? You were standing pretty close,” he commented.

Sakura’s face flamed, steam almost coming out of her ears. He was going to figure it out! This couldn’t be happening! She clenched her fists, about ready to knock out any remaining reason from Naruto’s dumb head before he put two and two together.

“What we’re talking about is none of your concern, dobe,” Sasuke said.

“Whaaat? I’m your teammate, I want to know too!”

“You shouldn’t be late then,” Sasuke replied with a smirk.

“Aaagh! Stop being so smug! I bet you were bragging about some new jutsu to Sakura-chan! Come on, tell me, tell me!” the boy pestered in his annoying way.

Sakura sighed, relieved that Sasuke contained the situation. Naruto was like a dog with a bone. Good thing that he was so single-minded. She looked on as her teammates bickered. Sasuke was surprisingly good at handling Naruto, even if she often fell for his stupid taunts too.

Shortly after, Kakashi finally showed up and the team headed off to another D-rank mission of weeding a garden. Sakura was becoming convinced that the ‘D’ in it must stand for ‘dull’, but she wasn’t going to complain too much. She didn’t actually think they were ready yet for anything truly dangerous.

The team worked together as usual, but Sakura couldn’t help shooting looks Sasuke’s way. The girl was kneeling in the dirt and diligently digging out the weeds. When she caught Sakura’s gaze, she raised an eyebrow. Sakura smiled and shook her head, before bending over her patch of the garden.

Sasuke was acting normal, like nothing had happened between them, so she should put it out of her mind too. Only the lingering taste of watermelon on Sakura’s lips assured her that the kissing practice had really happened, that it wasn’t just a very vivid daydream conjured by her overactive imagination. But even that taste faded quickly.

However, saying was easier than doing. That night, when she went to sleep, Sakura touched her lips, going over their one time practice in her memory. She didn’t understand why she was affected by it so much, it was just Sasuke! She was certain if she’d done the same thing with Ino or any other girl from their class, she wouldn’t have made anything out of it. Why was Sasuke any different then? Was it because she was the Rookie of the Year? Some other reason? Sakura couldn’t figure it out.

She also wondered if Sasuke thought as much about the kissing practice as she did. Realistically, she doubted that, but there were moments when she almost caught Sasuke sneaking looks at her. Almost. She had no way to be sure. It could have been just her imagination.

Sakura often thought about asking Sasuke to help her practice kissing some more. But they didn’t get much time alone in the mornings anymore and whenever they had some, she always chickened out. Sakura told herself that she already knew how to kiss, so asking her teammate for more would be too… weird. On the other hand, Sasuke had said that practice makes perfect and they’d practiced only once, so maybe asking to do it again would be okay? But something held her back, froze the words before she spoke them.

Miraculously, one day Naruto’s embarrassing whining in front of the Hokage-sama landed them a C-rank mission. At first, Sakura was overjoyed when she heard they were bodyguarding someone, but her enthusiasm dropped when they were introduced to Tazuna. The old, inebriated bridgebuilder they were supposed to escort was the exact opposite of a handsome prince from her fantasies.

What’s worse, Tazuna lied about the mission and they found out the hard way that there were powerful ninja assassins after his head. However, the team decided to push forward anyway. Naruto and Sasuke were confident in their course of action, but Sakura had her doubts, which were proven correct when Zabuza attacked them. Even with Kakashi-sensei there, they all barely survived intact.

And that’s how Sakura and Sasuke ended up in the forest outside Tazuna’s house, training for the next battle with Zabuza and his masked accomplice. After showing them the tree-walking exercise the previous day, Kakashi mostly stayed in the house to recuperate and Naruto was on guard duty at the bridge.

For the first time in ages Sakura and Sasuke were left alone for a longer stretch of time.

Sakura, who had managed the tree-walking on her first try, was tasked with coaching her teammates as she perfected the technique for herself. One thing was knowing how to use it, another was how to use it well. She needed to train her endurance too, or so Kakashi-sensei had said.

Sakura climbed the tree ten times then took a break as she felt the fatigue. She sat under it and watched Sasuke ineffectively run up the trunk of her tree before she inevitably messed up her chakra flow and jumped off, making a scratch with a kunai on the bark to mark her progress. She was getting better, but it was rather slow. In two days, she only made it to four meters off the ground.

Sasuke’s body flipped through the air gracefully and the girl landed in a crouch. She was breathing hard from exertion, her cheeks flushed, and she wiped her forehead with her white forearm protector. Sakura went up to her.

“Here, have a drink,” she said and handed her teammate a water bottle. Sasuke took it and gulped half of it at once. Even that she managed to do with so much fluidity. Sakura would have just looked piggish in her place.

“Thanks,” Sasuke said quietly and held out the bottle in return. Her mouth was pink and glistening with wetness and Sakura’s breath caught in her throat. Sasuke rubbed her wet mouth with the back of her hand.

With a start, Sakura realized she was staring. She hurriedly took back the bottle. “No problem,” she muttered, lowering her gaze to the grass briefly. “Say, Sasuke, how do you do that?” she blurted out suddenly.

“Do what?” Sasuke asked.

“You always move so gracefully, like you’re in full control of every movement you make. And you’re so good at fighting,” Sakura explained. Sasuke was amazing in taijutsu, that’s what made her the top of the class. In the Academy other girls were jealous of her looks and skill, but she kept to herself, treating them with an air of disdain which didn’t gain her any popularity. Sakura hadn’t been friends with Sasuke then, as she’d been mostly hanging out with Ino until their falling out, but she admired her skill in anything physical. She even picked up on kissing so quickly… Was it just a natural talent?

Sasuke paused at the surprise compliment, then shifted her body to the side, crossing her arms in thought. “Hn. I just listen to my body. And I practice a lot,” she said simply in that cool way of hers.

How funny, even the tips of her ears were red, Sakura noticed. She must have really tired herself out.

“Listen to your body? How does that work? Can you teach me that?” Sakura’s questions flooded out of her.

Sasuke scratched her head. “It’s like meditation. It’s hard to explain. You have to train your body to know your limitations and then break them,” she said. “And you constantly move the goalpost.”

Sakura nodded as she absorbed the information. She was having a rough idea what Sasuke was talking about. “I think I get it. Thanks,” she said slowly. “Do you want a tip on tree-walking?” she offered in return.

“Well… yes,” Sasuke admitted.

Sakura smiled. “Don’t get distracted or stressed out, that’s what makes you mess up your chakra flow. Just clear your mind and concentrate on the tree and your chakra. Like this,” Sakura said and demonstrated by walking up the tree. She then stuck the soles of her feet to the underside of a branch, making herself hang upside down, her face right in front of Sasuke’s. “Cool, isn’t it?” she asked, grinning like a lunatic. She was showing off, but it felt so good to have a special talent!

Then Sasuke went on her tiptoes and kissed her.

Sakura lost the focus on her chakra out of the sheer surprise. She fell off head first with a shriek, but Sasuke was fast enough to catch her by the shoulders and pull them up. Sakura folded in the air, so that her feet hit the ground first as she landed awkwardly, her body almost horizontal with her back held up by Sasuke.

Sakura panted harshly, trembling all over from the sudden rush of adrenaline. She looked up at her savior. “Thanks,” she wheezed.

Sasuke helped her stand up straight again. Sakura’s legs were a little spongy after that scare, but she wasn’t going to fall over again. Unless Sasuke did something unexpected to her again, of course…

“Why did you do it?” Sakura asked.

“Obviously I couldn’t let my teammate crack her skull like that,” Sasuke replied.

Sakura gave her a disbelieving look. Her avoidance of the question was transparent!

“Why did you kiss me?” she asked again.

Sasuke put her hands in the pockets of her white shorts and looked at a tree, as if there was something interesting there.

“To distract you. You shouldn’t get too conceited with your success, you’re still not a master,” she said with a shrug.

“Oh.” Sakura muttered, looking away. That made sense for Sasuke to kiss her… There was a logical reason. Then why was she so disappointed?

Sakura observed Sasuke out of the corner of her eye. She really had a beautiful profile. Those high cheek bones were to die for, her nose was perfectly sculpted and those lips… Sakura touched her own mouth. Why were her lips still tingling from that kiss? What was that flipping sensation in her gut? She hugged herself, feeling so deeply confused.

“We should probably get back to training,” Sasuke said.

“Right… I won’t interrupt you anymore,” Sakura replied and morosely returned to her tree.

She couldn’t stop thinking about her issue when she was practicing tree-walking, but even with that distraction her chakra control remained flawless.

Only a few days later, after the battle on the bridge, she finally figured it out. She saw Sasuke, laying lifelessly on the had ground, eyes closed and body riddled with senbon needles. Sakura ran to her with tears brimming in her green eyes. She slumped over her teammate, crying sorrowfully. How could Sasuke be gone? She was so smart, strong and incredible… and with a painful tug in her chest Sakura realized that she loved her. She loved Sasuke, but it was already too late…

“Sakura… your arm is heavy…” a weak voice spoke to her.

Shocked, Sakura looked at Sasuke, who was very much awake, then engulfed her in a crushing hug. “Sasuke!!! Sasuke! Sasuke!” She was so overcome with emotion that she couldn’t say anything else but Sasuke’s name.

The relief was so overpowering that she was crying again. She was ecstatic! Sasuke was still alive!

The realization of the nature of her true feelings for her teammate should have turned her life upside down, but strangely, Sakura felt no longer confused. Everything slid into place for her. It all finally made sense, her persistent thoughts about Sasuke, her strong reactions to the girl, how she wanted to kiss her again…

Sasuke wasn’t a handsome prince that Sakura had pictured in her dreams, rather she was a beautiful princess, but that didn’t matter anymore. Sakura smiled through the happy tears and hugged Sasuke tighter. It still scared her how she almost lost her. Sakura could hear Sasuke’s slow heartbeat picking up speed and it calmed her down.

Sasuke was going to be okay. They were both going to be okay.

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