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[warningsine]

You couldn't tell? That she wasn't me?

Rachel // Sarah as Rachel || Helena // Helly as Helena Sarah // Rachel as Sarah || Helly // Helena as Helly

[icantbestill29]

"You almost kissed me." Propunk

Writing prompt- day one

Rachel looks at her, jaw slack, pupils dilated. There's an errant bead of sweat lingering in one of the creases of her forehead. It's as though the powers of speech have completely escaped her and all she's capable of doing is staring dumbly.

Sarah can't help but be smug. If anyone had asked, she would take full and immediate credit of rending Rachel in such a state. There weren't many times in her life, Sarah's quite certain, where she let the opportunity pass to make a smart remark or some kind of biting observation and the fact that nothing was happening, absolutely nothing was coming out of the woman's mouth...well, it was the greatest thing she thinks she's ever witnessed.

She resists the urge to tease (done enough of that). Instead, she gently touches just the tips of her fingers to Rachel's chin, closing her mouth. She doesn't miss the way Rachel's lashes briefly flutter, how her breath quickens before she sucks in sharply and pushes away, nearly striking her head on the wall.

"Careful," Sarah murmurs and Rachel's expression is so scathing, she would've almost been intimidated if she didn't know that Rachel's as dangerous as a kitten, utterly caught off guard in a way she rarely permitted herself.

But Sarah has gone and succeeded. Rachel was standing in front of her, blushed from the neck down, glassy eyed, pulse racing. It hadn't been her intention; she came to the penthouse to warn her to stay away from them, to threaten, to hold onto what was hers.

Instead, something happened. Wasn't anything new. It wasn't anything she hadn't been chasing for years; the same dance they seemed to be doing that never climaxed. She'd gotten into Rachel's space, which wasn't a novelty in and of itself, but tonight, tonight had been different. She let it push her, that fire and it pushed her so hard, she'd nearly gone over the edge before she backed off. So close, she could feel the warmth of Rachel's breath against her cheek, so fucking close, Rachel's heartbeat thudded and pushed against her palm.

She could tell herself it was simply a power tactic until she was bloody blue in the face. Maybe she'd even believe it, after awhile.

Still wouldn't make it true.

When she finally manages to speak, Rachel's voice is small. Nothing like Sarah is used to. Without bark. No sharp edges. Not quite soft, but not metal either.

"You almost kissed me," she says flatly.

Sarah shrugs, wipes her hands on the front of her jeans. She doesn't look at Rachel when she talks, gaze darting to the gleaming hardwoods, the ugly paintings, over Rachel's right shoulder.

Anywhere but her face. Anything to avoid the pools of amber that mirrored her own.

"Yeah." Her own voice sounded odd to her ears; gruff where Rachel's was smooth. "Spose' I did, didn't I."

Rachel settles into herself a bit, pushing her shoulders back.

"Why did you come here?" She holds a hand up. "The truth, Sarah."

She shudders, taking two steps back. "You know why."

Rachel shakes her head. "Look at me."

A wave of fear grips her spine. "No."

"I said, look at me. I want to hear you say it."

She hates that Rachel has the smallest semblance of control over her, even now. She hates that she drove to the other side of town with an intention that was utter bullshit and she really fucking hates that Rachel knows.

She always does.

"Don't--"

"Stop. Aren't you tired, Sarah?" Rachel sighs, her eyes closing. "Because I am. I'm exhausted."

"I spose you want to be honest, yeah?" She chews on a fingernail, finally meeting Rachel's gaze. "Though I'm not sure I can. Just like you, Rachel. Don't think you've ever been honest about anything in your bloody life, have ya?"

Rachel blinks, her lips forming the slightest of smiles. "Well, we both have a chance now, don't we. You came here with a very clear intention, Sarah. And it wasn't to kill me or issue me a warning or even plead with me to leave you and your family alone. Was it?"

Her throat tightens and she can only shake her head.

"Words, Sarah."

"No."

"No?"

"C'mon, Rachel. Don't make me---"

Rachel steps into her personal space. Her hand shoots out to cradle Sarah's face, nails digging into her jaw just hard enough to leave an indent.

Sarah winces but she doesn't pull away.

"I'll ask you again. Why did you come here tonight?"

And this time, Sarah pushes her hard against the wall, claiming her mouth. Giving her the answer she wants to hear.

Rachel is heaving when they pull apart, flushed and out of control. Satisfied, though because she nods, smoothing her hair back, fingers reaching for Sarah's messy locks and tugging, careful, Sarah notes. Almost tenderly.

"Ah. Good. Now we're getting somewhere. See how easy that was?"

Sarah kisses her again.

propmts day one

[duncandonuts]

orphan black text posts - part 3 of (?)

[wandering-uterus]

I'm not new to Tumblr, but this is a new blog! I needed a fresh start.

I'm a queer writer trying to publish my first novel. I love fandom, but I haven't been active in it for a while and I miss it. Fandoms I've been a part of are Orphan Black (mostly soccercop and propunk), Ghostbusters 2016 (Holtzbert all the way), and Haunting of Bly Manor (Damie is the cutest). When I want something to just play in the background, it's Bob's Burgers for me.

I'm not caught up yet, but I love Critical Role. Imodna is my jam this campaign, but I'm excited to see where Candela Obscura takes us!

Real life stuff, I love cats. I'm a bit of a crazy cat lady. I'm your average neurodivergent, depressed millennial who was diagnosed with ADHD after 30. 😂 Working through therapy and unpacking all the family traumas. It's the funnest.

Let's scream into the void together, I guess?

[thatkingarthur]

propunk doodles ya

[sandy-stills]

visitation rights

[itwillcomebackk]

i live for clone parallels and clone parallels only

[transronanlynch]

black dreams; chapter 1

If you could steal things from dreams, what would you take? A secret: Sarah Manning can bring things out of her dreams. And sometimes she's not the only one who wants those things.

(read here on ao3!) – orphan black trc au – rachel/sarah & cosima/sarah  – 80k words in total