#ella writes stuff

[ghost-husbands]

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

My first DBD fic! Hot off the presses.

It's a little oneshot inspired @homoquartz's lovely work.

I saw it and couldn't get this idea out of my head. Go give the artist some love!

[inastarlesssky]

Okay, it's here.

I am so very grateful to @kydrogendragon for so kindly looking over this silly little bit of writing. It's my first attempt at a fic for The Sandman, and I tried my level best to do Morpheus and Calliope justice.

Anyway, here it is! Little attempt at a fix-it that had to break things a little bit first. Basically a look at what would have happened if Calliope had visited the Dreaming on that 'one day perhaps'...

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

[summernightstarlight]

"I want to hold your hands and kiss the skin of your knuckles. I want to feel the butterfly pulse in your wrist against my lips."

ella • y o u

[a-tardis-at-downton]

"we'll still have each other"

Yolanda/Arthie, Part 1/?, 2.03 expansion. [Proper formatting to follow, will be crossposted to AO3.]

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Arthie's buzzed, the alcohol spinning the world in front of her into brilliant streaks of light and color and she leans into it, into this thrumming in her veins, because it's real, and this is the most real she's ever felt. The girls are giggling like mad, except when they're not, expect when Jenny's face is completely occupied by Camera Guy's lips and seriously, they should just--

The music thumps out a beat, familar and solid, and Arthie feels it in the soles of her sneakers, and it's all too much, the noise, the lights, the raucous laughter exploding around her in pinpricks of happiness as Tammé says something hilarious.

Arthie feels too much, and not enough, and maybe she should go back to her room, slip under the covers and pretend to sleep until Yolanda slids into her own bed, drifting into the kind of sleep Arthie wishes she could get.

She should, and almost does, but then fingers, soft and cool and beckoning, tug at her own, and so she follows the beat, launches herself up off of her perch on the cooler that Shelia had "borrowed" from Stacie.

Yolanda's curls are sticking to the side of her neck, and the sheen of sweat across her skin is the only thing that betrays the heat of the Valley night air. Arthie grins, instead, and forgets about the sleeping and the way her heart beats a bit faster around Yolanda, and when she feels heat blistering across her cheeks, she tells herself that it's the alcohol. Yolanda doesn't let go of her hand, and neither does Arthie.

They remain connected by this single point of contact, Yolanda's acrylic nails gentle on Arthie's palm, and Arthie's thin fingers clasped into hers, as though this might all slip away in a haze.

She dances, then, hips loose and head swinging back and forth, as she keeps time-- not perfectly, but still-- with Yolanda. The curly-haired woman pulls her close then, so that they're within inches of each other.

"Like this, Arthie," Yolanda says, and grips her hips, her hands controlling the tilt of Arthie's hips, branding her with a heat that spreads through to the tips of her toes.

"Oh," she breathes, and it sounds stupid, and she's so aware of the others watching them, cheering and bobbing along, but Yolanda's the only one that hears.

And so she leans into it, into this feeling that isn't just the alcohol, into Yolanda's palms, and this is so, so real.

[inastarlesssky]

Your Heart's Against My Chest

Draco and Hermione cuddling before bed. My submission for the HP Snooze Fest.

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

[inastarlesssky]

It's done! The fic is done. It's a one shot, or a one shot split into five and one part, but it's done, and I'm SO happy. Because it's one thing off the list and I'm actually ridiculously happy with how it turned out. Still needs to be looked over haha but the writing is done.

Me with the finished fic:

[a-tardis-at-downton]

I checked these out today. For reasons.

[a-tardis-at-downton]

Hi, all, just letting you know that my inbox is open for Rumbelle prompts of all kinds, especially A Fair Trade verse!