I'm a devoted writer, artist and cosplayer. I'm crazy about all things Avengers atm. Shipping them all one way or another lol I fancy a lot of other Fandoms I will reblog.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Terminator Salvation
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: John Connor/Marcus Wright, Kate Brewster/John Connor, Kate Brewster/Blair
Characters: John Connor, Marcus Wright, Kate Brewster, Blair
Additional Tags: Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Fix-It, Rough Sex, Established Relationship, First Time, Developing Relationship, cyborg-human-sex, Female Homosexuality, Polyamory, LGBTQ Themes, LGBTQ Female Character, LGBTQ Character, Bi-Curiosity, Bisexuality, Bisexual Female Character, Bisexual Character, Bisexual Male Character, Not Canon Compliant, Denial of Feelings, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Strong Female Characters, Cyborgs
13 years ago, I was madly in love with Bradley Cooper and still able to do wallpapers. These are from the Hangover 3 poster when it wasn't even out in theatres. No streaming services back then. One actually had to go to the theatre/cinema to see ones favourite actors' new movies. And if you missed the chance you almost had to wait a year or longer to see it on a tv screen.
femslash february - day 6 - fugitive, from @witcherladiesamirite
for some reason I'm just vibing on Ciri discovering her sexuality so please enjoy some quiet and soft, consensual Ciri x Mistle today
Sitting with her back to a tree in the cold, head tilted down to her bowl and eyes flickering and wary felt like retracing her steps, reliving a life she'd thought she'd set aside.
It was different now, of course. She knew who she was. A witcher. She knew what was within her, how to control it. And she wasn't running in circles for safe harbor. She was running to protect her family.
She doubted the runaways and orphans around her, sharing their pot, had the same purpose. They were just like she'd been. Scared, scrappy, liable to lash out at the smallest provocation. But bonded together.
She suppressed a startle as one of the girls sat beside her. Thistle, Ciri thought she'd overheard them call her, clearly a fake name. She'd been talking with one of the others, an older boy who would be seen as a man in wartime, probably already had been. She seemed to have won whatever argument they had, a satisfied smile on her face as she crossed her legs and tucked into the slop with relish.
Ciri settled into the rhythm of the group, the grunts and jests and complaints about the food, almost lulling her, until she looked up and saw the girl's eyes, wide and shining and staring at her.
And she had no idea why, but she smiled and stared back.
Later that evening the girl bedded down beside Ciri, whether to keep her under guard or to guard her, she didn't know.
The former princess laid back and watched the moonrise. She wouldn't sleep here. Though Yennefer had helped her through her troubled dreams, though Geralt had taught her to meditate instead, she watched the gravid sphere rise and rise in the sky.
She looked over and felt the girl watching her again. Her gaze was softer this time, a bit forlorn in the privacy of the darkness.
"What is it?" Ciri asked her.
The girl shook whatever it was off. She was beautiful, in a way. Her hair hadn't seen a comb in some time, but neither had Ciri's, and she found herself longing to work out the tangles with her fingers. She reached out to her.
The girl looked at her hand, curiously.
"Your hair. Can I...? I can braid it for you."
"Braid it?"
"Keep it out of your face."
They sat up, and the girl scooted awkwardly between Ciri's arms. With the caution she'd learned approaching a new horse, Ciri slowly touched the girl's head and worked her fingers through the hair. She'd been allowed to clean her hands and face in a stream, still unsure whether she was prisoner or guest.
The girl hissed as she hit a snag, and Ciri clucked her tongue at her, a nursemaid resurrected in the moment.
"Hold still," Ciri whispered, and was amazed to find the girl obey, almost comfortable between her legs. Ciri felt her breath grow shallow, could feel her warmth against her chest, the slight weight of her there, as she worked through her hair.
It took some time, and the moon was high before she finished off the braid with a bit of leather. The girl turned to her, her eyes shining, and it took Ciri's breath away.
She could see her-- the girl she'd been and the girl she'd had to become-- and wondered if she looked the same to her. A mirror without a glass.
"My name's Mistle," Mistle told her, like she was handing her a secret.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: The Witcher (TV)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death
Relationships: Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon/Mistle
Characters: Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon, Mistle (The Witcher)
Additional Tags: Fix-It, Not Canon Compliant, Short One Shot, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, LGBTQ Themes, Canon Lesbian Relationship, LGBTQ Character of Color, Canon LGBTQ Character, Brutal Murder, POV First Person, Established Relationship
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