#danielle sho

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Prey (Video Game 2017) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Abigail Foy/Danielle Sho Characters: Danielle Sho, Abigail Foy Additional Tags: Fluff and Smut, Explicit Sexual Content, Stress Relief, Established Relationship, Canon Lesbian Relationship, Pre-Canon, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, My First Work in This Fandom, Title from a Poets of the Fall Song, One Shot Series: Part 28 of Help, I can't stop naming my fics after POTF lyrics Summary:

After Abigail has a stressful day at work, Danielle helps her unwind.

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For Lesbianism

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Set your TranScribe to record: Alex. Oedipus Complex. Pompous. Nepotist. No offense to your brother.

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My piece for the Stealth & Simulation zine! Danielle and Abigail’s story was so beautiful, I had to center my piece around Danielle’s performance at the Tulip

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Frozen(Elsanna)xPrey AU Snippet

Little piece that came to me while I was writing down notes about the au as a whole. @themountainsays since I tagged that I’d post it I figure I’d @ ya. Oh and @junglekiing too, since you said you were also curious

For context: Anna has severe memory-loss related to removing a device called a neuromod that previously gave her beyond-human abilities. Bellamy is the head scientist responsible for the procedure of injecting and removing neuromods. When Elsa references “’taking that too” she is referring to Anna’s memories. Dr. Calvino works in the Hardware Labs on an advanced video-tech system called Looking Glass, and Danielle is his chief assistant. Jenni is a deceased npc by the time the game really starts. All of these are characters canonically in Prey

This would be a brief moment of quiet amid the chaos of the station. Finding a little corner or lockable room (after checking it for Mimics) to put up their feet and rest before moving on to their next escape attempt. The topic of their relationship (familial, sisterly, more) comes up and Elsa is open about who was courting whom

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“You kissed me first you know.” Elsa says, tossing a can of green tea to Anna. 

“I.... did?”

Elsa’s smile is bitter-sweet. “If Bellamy took that too, I’m going to have to find his body, revive him, and kill him again.” She looks at her own can before popping it open with a hiss. “But yes, you did. It was back when we still lived with everyone else, before I got promoted. It was late, I’d gotten off a difficult work day with Dr. Calvino on the Looking Glass tech. He and Danielle had been fighting again, and their hostility put the whole lab on edge. I finally got back down to my pod and you were there, the reading light on, sitting with your legs dangling off the side. Every once in a while you’d bump the closed door below with your heel, which you knew Jenni hated but she’s an ass so we didn’t care.” This time Elsa’s smile is genuine, and she takes a sip with that glow on her face, that fondness. Anna leans forward, enthralled hearing about herself, as if it was someone else.

Maybe it was.

“You ducked beneath the low ceiling and hopped down to the ground, gesturing to the bed with a flourish. You joked that you were keeping it warm for me.”

“Don’t the pods have heating and cooling controls?” Anna interrupts, confused.

“Yes,” Elsa grins back.

“Oh.” Anna scratches her head. “So I was corny.”

“Don’t hang up too hard on that past tense,” Elsa returns, amused, though there is a sadness in her eyes that reduces her words’ cheer. “But yes you were. Are.” She lowers her drink, cupping the bottom with her other hand. She seems lost in the memory, the faintest dusting of pink emerging across her cheeks. “We exchanged some pleasantries --you asked how my day was, I asked about yours-- but you could see I was tired. You gave me a hug and said the next day would be better. But you… lingered.”

“I wanted to kiss you.”

Elsa’s head shoots up as the words leap from Anna’s mouth.

She remembers. Anna remembers.

Not perfectly. Anna scrunches up her eyes, trying to keep the memory stable in the darkness behind her eyelids. “I-I wanted to. You looked ready to drop but you also looked so beautiful. Your hair wasn’t perfect and you smelled a little like the burnt, sooty smell from welding and Calvino’s dark roast coffee. He never drinks anything else. But you also felt small - you fit so neatly in my arms that I just didn’t want to let go. I…” Anna thinks hard, stitching the scene together bit by bit as the pieces threatened to float off into the gaps in her memory. The holes in her life. “I wanted you to know that I was there for you. That I supported you like you always supported me, way back before. And I was feeling braver because everyone was asleep. It was just you and me. And when you pulled back from the hug the light from your bunk spilled onto your face and caught in the corner of your eye and I just stopped holding back.”

Anna mimes the motion in front of her, trying to remember the feel of Elsa’s body beneath her hands. “My knuckle under your chin, my fingers at your waist, and I just reeled you in, before I could second guess myself.” Anna feels her cheeks color. “I… think I was hoping I’d guessed correctly… about you…”

Anna opens her eyes to find Elsa hastily wiping hers. “It was very romantic,” her sister says, but upon seeing Anna catch her, Elsa adds, “well, it was, until you added tongue.”

Anna cringes, choking on her tea she’d been in the middle of drinking. “I did?”

Elsa laughs, a little watery chuckle. “No, I’m sorry, I just couldn’t resist.” She smiles. “It was sweet.”

“Good,” Anna nods, more to herself than Elsa. “I’m glad I… remember that, even if I’m not sure what all that means now.”

Elsa looks like she wants to comment, but decides against it. Too soon. “It also means we don’t have to find Bellamy’s corpse and resurrect him so that I can murder him again,” she says instead, a handful of snowflakes dancing around her fingers before disappearing. “So considering how the rest of the day has been going, I’m going to count that as a win.”