#pre-femslash

[marvelousazula]

I think I've rewritten this fic four times at this point (: [it's one of my favourites]

[comment-exchange]

192. Green, Glittering, and Iridsecent (RWBY)

Title: Green, Glittering, and Iridsecent Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/23553667 Platform: AO3 Creator: YellowMagicalGirl Work Type: Fic Fandom: RWBY Rating: G Pairing: Penny Polendina/Ruby Rose Word count: 1,200 Warnings: Mild Injury, Canon-Typical Injuries Number of comments: 2 Completion Status: Complete Short summary/description: Penny isn’t a normal human girl. She’s not a robot, either.

[callme--starchild]

@badthingshappenbingo

Title: “you’re a blight, act as such” Fandom: The Owl House (Cartoon) Prompt: This is For Your Own Good Character: Amity Blight

Summary: Being the top student was not easy, and Amity Blight was no exception. Being the daughter her parents ask for was harder, especially when they expected that she relates to witches as powerful as her. Especially when she's falling not for a wizard, but a magicless, human girl.

AO3 link

[artificialqueens]

Dancing In The Dark - SpookDancer (Sharon/Brooke) - Flicks

A/N: Supernatural Pre-Lesbian AU because of reasons…. 

Sharon Needles had long been a creature of darkness. Once summoned she was hard to banish. She had long ago accepted that she was not to be loved but to be feared. She was a creature of darkness, of night. One of the few women who could cause chaos and harm to all who wronged her. She was not one to be kind. Ever. She had spent years as a creature, not knowing what she was. She had once thought she was a succubus, but been proven wrong. Her creator had left her to falter alone. She had crept in darkness ever since. Learning the name of what she was only when a teenager named it, the girl taking in her fangs and pale skin.  Vampyre. She had made use of the dark since, stalking victims she cared little for. The dirt and rot of the streets. Children were off limits, teenagers too, but she saw little harm in draining the riff-raff who had never bettered themselves. She had sworn she could not care for anyone. That thought had been proven wrong once, very recently. She had watched the slim blonde dancer trip her way home, watching the shadows that followed and scowling. She had sensed innocence and kindness in the girl, and horror in the shadows. A need to debase, to ruin…. to harm. She had watched the Blonde since. She had not tried to learn a name, swearing she was only to protect the girl. She only wanted to guard her from shadow. Then, then it happened. The attack. The girl had fallen, pushed by some unseen attacker, her scream of fear high and sharp and tragic. Sharon had raced to the scene, dragging the girl up, now running with her, silencing the girl’s scream with a hand. She had released her only when she set the Blonde down. “You will be safe inside….” “Who are you?” “Someone you should forget…” “But…” “No. Go inside.” “Your name… at least…?” “Sharon.” It was all she could give, although she had been surprised when the girl kissed her cheek. “I’m Brooke…” Sharon had smiled despite herself. “Go inside Brooke…” “Stay…. stay the night?” “No. Dear girl…. I am not safe.” “Then guard me…. stay… please.” “Where?” “The Balcony?” Sharon had agreed with a sigh. “Alright… just for tonight.”

[iffeelscouldkill]

From the Archives: The Captivity Diary of Violet Liu

This is the first ficlet in a new collection I’ve just started entitled ‘From the Archives’. Essentially it’s a collection of “archived” footage that the IGR didn’t deem important enough to include in the official reports, taking place during and between episodes 1-9.

First up: Violet’s first night on the Rumor, taking place between episodes 3 and 4.

The recording begins with a few rustling sounds, followed by a moment of silence. Then:

“This is… the captivity diary of Violet Liu. Except… I know now that I’m not a captive here. In fact, I think I just signed on to become the ship’s medic.” Laughter, with an edge of slight hysteria and exhaustion.

“Why not, right? It’s not like things can get any weirder.”

Silence.

“I know that this isn’t a recording device. I’m surprised that the others haven’t asked for the battery for their coffee maker back, actually. I’ll go and put it back in tomorrow morning. I just wanted to…”

A slight sigh, and more rustling, as if someone is shifting position on a bunk or a cot.

“I used to keep an audio diary. I mean, it started out as a way to record the findings from my experiments, even when they were just me messing around with test tubes in the science lab after class and not government-funded research projects. I was trying to be ‘professional’. But after a while, I came to like the practice of expressing my thoughts aloud. It helps to clear my head.

“I don’t think I’ve ever needed to clear my head more than… In the past few hours, I’ve been unfrozen from cryo; flown madly away from an explosion; signed on to be the medic for a band of smugglers, including a Dwarnian; and possibly witnessed contact with an entirely new form of consciousness?

“Oh, and I’m also dead. Le- legally, anyway.”

A slight hitch in breath is picked up by the audio.

“Let’s not get into that part r… right now. I… I don’t think I can handle it.

“What else, what else… Oh, the ship’s first mate may be the most infuriating person I’ve ever met. That’s important. She posed as someone from my past to get close to me, lied repeatedly, and then insulted and mocked me when I came out of cryo.” Quieter. “She also defended me, vouched for me, and saved my life. So. There’s that.”

Quieter still.

“I can’t believe I told her that I could kiss her.”

Muffled, as if into some sheets or perhaps a pillow.

“I can’t believe that I still kind of want to.” Laughter. “God, I’m glad that this is just a coffee maker battery and not actually recording.”

The voice is suddenly clear again, and louder – determined. “Anyway. Tomorrow I’ll familiarise myself with the medbay, and I have a few thoughts about what happened to the Iris that I’d like to follow up if I get the chance. See if I can’t figure out what happened to the other Violet Liu. With any luck, she’ll be alive and well, and we can pay her a visit.”

A snort. “As if it’s going to be that easy.”

After a few minutes, a yawn is audible. “End… transmission.”

PS: Thank you so much to everyone who left likes and amazing reblog tags on don’t fear for me (fear for the storm) which absolutely made my year and encouraged me to keep writing in this fandom!! <333

I have a longer WIP planned which I hope to finish sometime in the next week, but until then, these ficlets are very easy to write :D

[lecriteuse]

Fic: Spa Day

This is a bit of a pre-Wintersend treat, for @sweettasteofbitter, because they are wonderful and I wanted to give them a treat...

BUUUUUUUT then I went and accidentally TOLD the Wintersend pinch-hit group I was writing this treat, because Your Old Auntie here doesn’t understand how these Google Group things work (and/or I can’t follow clear instructions for interacting with the group, sigh). And I thought, you know, I don’t want to taint the pure waters of the Wintersend Exchange with my non-anonymous non-surprise treat.

And so:

Spa Day Gen, with a big dose of Pentilyet pre-slash

In which Josephine gets treated to a wonderful retreat at a high-end spa, because no one deserves it more than she does.

t, I hope you like this, and that it’s a fun thing for you to have right before the REAL Wintersend gifts go live. You’re a wonderful person, thanks for being awesome, and thanks for putting this excellent prompt out there, because I enjoyed writing this more than is really reasonable.