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New Year, New Fandom

Not technically for Uhura Month -- I wrote this as a gift for a friend in December -- but Uhura Month has reminded me to share it on Tumblr.

Ad Astra Star Trek Fanfiction Archive

Tags: Montgomery Scott/Nyota Uhura, the rest of the crew, humor, behind the scenes, secret relationship, ST: TOS

Words: 1.7k

Nyota Uhura knew herself to be one of the most patient people on the USS Enterprise. She had to be. Her role was part traffic cop, part receptionist, part therapist to the entire command staff and you best believe, listening to Kirk, Spock, and McCoy for a living was enough to drive a person to drink. So she reached deep for that patience, and took a deep breath. All three were scheduled for an Away Mission in…19 minutes.

Enjoy.

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Things Ain’t What They Used To Be by @btwxsixesandsevens

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Bucky Barnes/Sarah Wilson, Bucky Barnes & Sam Wilson, Hunter B-15 & Moebius Moebius | TFATWS | Loki | Rated: SFW

Summary: Sarah Wilson needed a break. There had been so much, so fast. The charter boat, the house maintenance — the windows needed replacing, but did they need replacing right now? — the restaurant humming along, the boys getting bigger and more independent, Bucky. Whew. Bucky Barnes. She was irritable. She knew it. Angry alternating with weepy. She needed to spend just one day, just.one.day. not feeding or caring for another person or creature. And now Perry was talking Bucky into getting a dog. God damn it all to hell.

So when Bucky suggested that he and Sam take AJ and Cass down to Galveston for a long weekend, she’d almost cried. Then she’d packed their bags and all but pushed them out the front door. The whole time she swore she loved them and would miss them.

Not really.

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The Falcon and The Winter Soldier and The TVA.

For All Time. Always.

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Series: The Many Loves of Ahsoka Tano

I like to collect my fics into series or collections. Makes it easy for me to find them. And if you like one of them, you'll probably like more, so it makes it easy for you to find them too. In that spirit, I'm collecting my Sapphic Ahsoka Tano stories here.

Enjoy.

A Way to Say Good-Bye

Tags: Ahsoka Tano/Hera Syndulla, Kanan Jarrus mentioned, Good-Bye Sex

Words: 2k

Hera Syndulla was used to saying good-bye. In her life, every entrance came with a matched exit. Still standing on the hard cliff over the blue-black water looking for Ahsoka Tano *hurt*. She would never get used to it.

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Tags: Ahsoka Tano/Bo-Katan Kryze, established relationship, sparring, between scenes

Words: 1.5k

Ahsoka enjoyed the familiar flutter of nerves in her stomach. The certainty that time and distance didn’t dull the connection she had with Bo-Katan, was one of the few constants in her galaxy.

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Sanctuary, a Taste in the Mouth

NEW!

After the destruction of Sanctuary, Fennec Shand pulls Garsa Fwip from the wreckage. As their relationship deepens, there's a new business in Mos Espa -- one the two of them are determined to shut down.

Can Fennec balance serving her Daimyo Boba Fett, teaching the Mods how to be better mobsters, doing the right thing, and still falling in love?

Romance, action, adventure, all my favorite tropes. I'm proud of this one. I'm sure you'll love it.

Tags: Garsa Fwip/Fennec Shand, Boba Fett, Stone Butch/High Femme Dynamics, Slow Burn, Developing Relationship

Rated: T, there's one sex scene at the VERY end

Oh, and the ART! That's from @archfey-edda and their work is STELLAR. There's more of that to come.

Written for @swbigbang. Thank you to all the mods on that event!

With the editorial help of @mformara and the language support (and emotional support) of @tllgrrl.

There. That's the credits settled. Go read Ch 1.

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Here's Chapter 2, when the drama starts.

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To Possess a Senator

It's Sapphic Ahsoka Tano Week 2024 friends! It is about to get...messy.

First up, a new rarepair for me (which is totally not what I needed)

Mon Mothma/Ahsoka Tano

Have this explicit little piece of dom/sub deliciousness. And don't forget to say Thank you.

Words: 2k

Tags: Strap-on sex, anal play, spanking, butch top Ahsoka Tano, lots of dirty talk (slut, cunt, whore)

It was not Mon, precisely, that Ahsoka wanted. They rarely spoke to each other, though each was familiar — the way one is familiar with a famous landmark. 

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Till The Last of Them Comes Home

New Bo-Katan fic from yours truly. It is shippy in that most of the characters have someone they are attached to, but the shipping isn't the point.

Summary: After Ahsoka Tano and Sabine Wren disappear into the unknown, then send Ezra Bridger home without them, word gets around. After talking to Fennec Shand, Bo-Katan meets up with Hera Syndulla to work through a puzzle — how to you get somewhere that no one living knows where it is?

Tags: Bo-Katan Kryze/The Armorer, Hera Syndulla/Ahsoka Tano, Ezra Bridger, Jacen Syndulla, Original Black Female Characters, Found family, Foundlings, Diplomacy...oh, there's more to come.

Word count: 25k

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“I’ll tell you, Kryze, I never thought I’d see the day.”

“The day I actually became king?”

“The day you actually got married,” Fennec Shand smiled slowly over the edge of her mug of black ale before taking a long drink.

Bo-Katan remembered why they’d occasionally fucked, all those years ago. Fennec’s beauty hadn’t faded with age, and her confidence and swagger had only become even more inviting. Even as the novelty of their sexual encounters had passed, they’d remained friends — yeah Bo-Katan considered Fennec her friend. Friend enough to endure the good-natured teasing. Friend enough to have Fennec over for a diplomatic meeting, ending in a casual drink.

Chapter 1 continues...

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New SarahBucky Songbook: PostModern Jukebox, WWII

New fic for the new year. I haven't written SarahBucky in a minute. I'm glad to be back to my old fave.

SarahBucky Postmodern Jukebox: WWII

Summary: The year is 1942, alternatively speaking. In this World a War is spinning across the globe. Nurse Sarah Wilson is trying to do her job in a small farming community in the NorthWestern part of France. It all goes to hell when a handsome pilot crash lands into a ditch. He brings a spark of mystery, lighting up Nurse Wilson’s quiet life, upending everything. Who is he? Can be be trusted?

Featuring alternative timeline versions of Sarah Wilson and James Bucky Barnes, in a bucolic French setting. Plenty of locals. Pining. Angst. Incredibly hot sex. And alcoholic cider drank from little bowls.

12 Chapters (already written, so I won't forget the ending, this time).

Word count (Ch 1): 1.5K words

Tags: Sarahbucky, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, AU-WWII

BEST PART? I commissioned @tllgrrl to do me a moodboard/art collage and it is just spectacular. LOOK AT IT!

Read up friends over on Ao3.

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Fennec Shand & Garsa Fwip

First off, Garsa didn't die. It is a space fantasy. They saved Boba Fett from the stomach of a sarlaac, they can save Garsa Fwip from a piece of ceiling.

Second off, this pairing is so classic, it struck me right away. I've said it before: Gangster/Madame. Bodyguard/princess. Gutter rat/high society. All the best tropes and settings that you can fit into Mos Espa.

Third off, here's my fic. It is pure sex, but enough fluff to keep it on brand for me. Trust the tags on this one. They put in that werk.

Enjoy. Happy Femslash February!

Summary: Fennec loves giving her Garsa exactly what she asks for. The desert heat can be a lot. Sometimes, that's a little ice, some ropes and a whole lot of orgasms.

Words: 2k

Tags: Strap-ons, rope play, ice play, blindfolds, Service top Fennec Shand

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“Fennec, I can feel the breeze,” said Garsa. She was surprised at how breathless she sounded. The anticipation was getting to her. Blindfolded, she’d lost track of time.

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