Hi, are u still taking prompts? If so, i'd like to ask "argument/screaming match leading to kissing/sex" for floreleine and maybe jealous madeleine?
thank you for the prompt! Yes I'm still taking prompts, though idk whether this ask is new or I overlooked it for a while :} anyway, here you go!
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1k, rated T, warning: homophobic language used by background characters
Summary: Florence is always flirting, and it is driving Madeleine crazy! Just because she's annoyed that Florence is always busy with some guy or other, it has nothing to do with any feelings she might have for her... or does it?
"The room is spinning" for Florence/Madeleine please?
Thx for the prompt!!! <3 sorry it's been ages since I got this lmao better late than never right? :D
~500w G, warning: alcohol consumption, post-canon established relationship fluff
Idk which prompt list this was from, humour fluff or angst or anything, but -- after getting quite hilariously drunk last week for the first time in ages (and twisting my ankle quite badly, ouchie) so my first association with a room spinning was... ALcohol™ xD hope you'll like it!
Hc Madeleine as the more heavy drinker (not that she's a drunk or anything, just - she indulges from time to time and gets tipsy and sometimes actually drunk, while Florence just sips on the same glass all evening, not wanting to lose her inhibitions that much), so here goes
Madeleine giggles as she turns around, her eyes following the line of fairy lights Sam has helped Emily stick to the edge of the ceiling earlier. The lights seem even brighter and twinklier now than they did earlier that day...
Edit: 1.4k E (longer version) on Ao3 now!
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Huh, there's a gap? Madeleine turns further, tries to focus her eyes on the object that obstructs her gaze, before figuring out that a kitchen cabinet is in front of the lights from her point of view. She giggles even more when she realizes how silly it was not to realize that immediately, turns back towards the others, then tumbles backwards a little when the room refuses to stop moving now that she is standing still...
"Flooo?"
Florence isn't in front of her by the others, and Madeleine startles a little when a hand grasps her shoulder to steady her, but she beams when she realizes Florence is the one holding her upright.
"Alright there?" Florence sounds amused.
"Flo, the room's - 's spinning," Madeleine complains, trying for a pout but she can't wipe the goofy grin from her face.
"I think you've had enough of this for now." Florence laughs and takes the glass out of Madeleine's hand - a great idea, she thinks, that way she can't spill it and it will still be there for her to drink when -
"Nooo!"
Florence has poured the drink into the sink. This time, Madeleine really pouts at her. Florence just snorts, presses a kiss to Madeleine's temple and murmurs something that sounds suspiciously like 'adorable'. Madeleine isn't sure whether she should mind. She really doesn't, though, it feels way too nice to have Florence's arm wrapped around her to mind anything right now.
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Might turn this into a bit of drunken smut for Ao3 later... Thoughts? ;D
i dont know if you still take prompts for floreleine but would you consider writing about them being in a relationship already but then one of them started to pull back from the other because they received threats that they're loved ones would get hurt. (your choice on what they're being threatened for). angst with a happy ending <3
Hi, yes I am! I tried to write sth short to this - I think it would be better suited for a longfic, but I just take shortfic prompts bc I don't have the time, so this turned out a rather vague oneshot, hope you still like it, anon!
General vibe of exhaustion probably due to myself having woken up at 4! am!!! Today to hit the road early and avoid traffic (actual 4am, which still feels like 12 midnight to me, so like... twice jetlagged, kmn), and I just had to pass on the vibes to Madeleine.
(also my autocorrect Keeps editing Madeleine to Modeling, lmk if I missed any lmao)
I'm guessing this fic is around 1k words long, rated G or T for Trauma, no warnings
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"Madeleine?!"
Madeleine gasps as she hears Florence's voice, then flinches when a hand grasps her elbow and helps her up as she staggers to her feet.
"Fuck, Madeleine, what the fuck?" Florence says aghast as she takes in her ruffled appearance, and, before Madeleine can even reply: "Alright, you are coming with me - and yes, I know you want nothing to do with me anymore, but you will bloody well let me patch you up!"
She sounds a little choked as she notes that Madeleine wants to have nothing to do with her, and Madeleine wants to tell her that she is wrong, that it was only so she wouldn't get dragged into this mess that Madeleine is in the middle of - wants to ask what Florence is doing here now despite them having broken things off - despite her breaking Florence's heart, and her own heart as well in the process - but it is all too much, and she is tired and hurting and all she can do is sob as Florence drags her outside and into the car, giving her water and checking her over for obvious injuries before she buckles her into the front seat and starts the car.
She drives them back to the city, to the library, and Madeleine doesn't protest or give alternative instructions.
Florence stubborny stares ahead, and Madeleine leans her forehead against the cool glass of the car window and feels tears in her eyes, blurring her sight as the lights of other cars and reflecting street signs pass them by in the dark.
"Are you alright?" Florence finally asks when they have driven for a while, Madeleine can't tell how long. Her voice is rough and like she wants to appear unaffected and cold, but Madeleine can still tell that she is really concerned.
Not daring to turn around, Madeleine keeps her forehead pressed against the glass and squeezes her eyes shut to keep in the tears, but she can't suppress a shudder as a sob threatens to break free.
"Madeleine?" Florence asks, her voice quiet, almost hesitant.
At that, Madeleine breaks, quietly crying against the window, overwhelmed at having Florence with her again, still caring for her.
She hopes against hope that she will be able to fix this somehow and too exhausted to even know where to start.
Madeleine doesn't know when Florence left the main street, but then the car stops and Florence opens her door, a moment later she is at Madeleine's side of the vehicle, pulling her into her arms.
She lets herself fall apart, lets Florence pull her into her arms and her familiar smell and the feeling of her arms around her comfort her as her tears keep falling.
It's over. The threat taken out, and she survived against all odds, and Florence is alright, she managed to keep her out of it, and now they are together again - and she knows they need to talk, about everything, and Florence will most likely be angry at her...
But with how she is holding her close, without judgement, without expectations, Madeleine dares to hope that they are going to be alright.
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Might expand on this if I post it to ao3 some day, for now the one-shot is all :) if someone else wants to write a proper fic with plot and all, feel free and pls lmk so I can read it! <3
Hello, this is my first time using this prompt/ask thing so forgive any mistakes, Tumblr is still a beast I can't quite understand. Anyways, I love how well you write these two women and I was curious to know if you had written something for their first time, who made the first move, where they were and that sort of thing. I'd love to read your take on how that would have happened for them. Thanks! Hope you are having a good week.
Aww thank you so much! <3<3<3 I'm guessing you mean Floreleine (Florence x Madeleine) as they're my main thing? Bc I also started writing for ScarletMay... But you're getting Floreleine now :D
I don't think I posted any fics of their firsts yet... I actually started writing a completely different established-relationship first time scenario yesterday but didn't really feel the inspo to write very much for it, then today I just woke up with the idea to this first kiss scenario (which will probably rapidly turn into first time smut as well when I post it on ao3 later xD)!
I'm guessing less than 1k (not on my laptop to check and too lazy to put it in an ao3 draft), rated T for kisses and canon-typical violence
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Florence is shooting her way through the men who had tried to hold her captive.
It's a mess, some of them scream when they go down, and there are so many of them - she knows there are even more than she can see right now:
the leaders at the other end of the hall are hiding behind a container, waiting for her to run out of bullets, but Florence knows she only needs to get to the workstation in the middle of the hall - there's a thick iron chain hanging down from the rafters, probably meant as a crude pulley, but it doesn't seem to be bolted to anything, so...
She has almost reached it (and indeed almost run out of bullets) when suddenly, the screaming and sounds of bodies dropping to the floor is coming from the other side of the hall, from behind the container.
What is going on?
Florence jumps over the body of a dying man, grabs the metal chain and grins magically when it comes down.
She is going to go and find out.
There is a woman on the other side of the container, and while Florence has no idea who she is or what side of the law she is on, for the moment they definitely have a common enemy:
She has knifes and daggers and slices through the men around her, ducking and using their bodies as shields when some of them pull guns, desperately screaming and snarling - she really is desperate, Florence notices: no matter how much she is still fighting, this woman doesn't expect to make it out alive.
She could use her as a distraction to make a run for the door.
She has no idea who the stranger is - might be a cop, might be someone from the Firm, might be a number of people Florence wouldn't consider worth saving if she has to risk her own neck in the process.
But right now, it's just a beautiful woman drenched in blood and sweat, fighting as alone as Florence just had against a number of men too great for her to take on, men Florence knows for a fact don't deserve to be saved - and Florence makes her decision without even really thinking about it, swinging the chain and choking a man, who's in the process of taking a gun from one of his dead mates, to death.
The other woman looks up, stares - then has to return to the fight immediately because someone comes at her with a knife.
Florence makes her way through the room until she is in the middle of it together with the stranger - they end up almost back to back, and oh they fight well together, almost as good as Florence does with Anna May - perhaps they could get even better, over time, since Anna May is so focused on Scarlet nowadays.
They keep fighting together, back to back, side by side, and they take down every single one of their attackers before stumbling outside.
Florence knows that she is bleeding from her side, as is the stranger from a number of cuts and scrapes, but none seem too dangerous at the moment, and as soon as they are in the clear, instead of checking their wounds or doing anything else sensible, Florence is acting entirely on instinct and leftover adrenaline as she slams the woman against a tree and gives her about a second to pull away before she kisses her fiercely.
The stranger returns the kiss just as passionately, clawing at Florence's back and pushing her tongue against her lips, demanding entrance that Florence willingly, happily grants.
They kiss until they run out of air, and then barely pull apart at all.
"Fuck, you are something," Florence gasps, still standing pressed against the other, leaning her forehead against her shoulder to breathe.
She can see and feel the woman blush at her words, her entire neck and probably her face turning hot and red. "Thank you?" she replies. "I - my name is Madeleine."
Florence pulls back a little to look at her again, giving her a grin. She knows she must look feral, deranged, her eyes still blazing and her grin too wide to really look friendly, but the woman - Madeleine - only tightens her hold on Florence's back.
"Will you let me take you home, Madeleine?"
Madeleine whimpers and presses another harsh kiss to Florence's lips before she nods.
Oh, this is going to be glorious.
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Update: continue reading on ao3 (3k, E - second part starts at the line)
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I'll probably post the follow up smut to this tomorrow or so, lmk if you want me to give you a heads up when it's posted! (Though like... The ao3 tag is still so empty that I don't think you'll be able to miss it if you go check xD)
