#sappicseptember2019

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Sapphic September prompt 5- "Please"

Ingrid Rosworth/Reader

WC: 720ish (weirdly enough, the original if this one and my previous fic were both exactly 721. Wtf. What.)

Contains: food, a lil NSFW but fades to black before it gets spicy, ingrid likes ur neck (oh my god another vampire wife this is getting ridiculous /lh), uuuuh... thats it I think.

Type: teasing fluff, WLW

AN: got carried away and then distracted and came back and I got shy so thats why its fade to black thank u. :)

Summary: Ingrid has had a long day... or a long week. One thing's for sure- she wants to taste you first, the soup can wait.

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The apartment door closed sharply at 18:54, as you were stirring the soup you made from scratch for dinner.

"Ingrid?" You called over your shoulder, hearing your partner shuffling in the entryway as she slid off her heels, her coat, and put on slippers.

She hummed from the hallway. "Smells good."

"Its perfect for a Autumn evening," you agreed, smiling to yourself.

Your partner was very busy and usually quite taxed after a long week at work. For this Friday evening, you had plans to do your best to make her weekend as relaxing as possible. The soup was one of her favorites, always one she had seconds of and showered you with sweet kisses of gratitude later.

She startled you as she stood behind you, a little taller even in slippers. She wrapped her arms around your waist, lips against your neck. She was simply resting- you could feel her eyelashes against your neck and they were closed. She took a deep breath.

"Ready for the weekend?" You asked.

She hummed against your skin- you shivered at the sensation. Ingrid lifted her chin to rest on your shoulder.

"Is it done?" You asked her, lifting the spoon you were stirring with to her lips.

She took a taste and nodded. "Its good."

"Just good?" You couldn't help but be a little disappointed. Did you miss any spices? Another ingredient?

Her arms left your waist as she stepped back.

"Is something wrong?" You turned around, chasing an answer.

"I'd much rather taste something else right now," she murmured, one hand pulling you by your waist closer to her, the other hand on your jaw.

You frown. "I- I thought this would be- ok, we can order something-"

She chuckled again. "The soup is fine, my love. I want an appetizer."

"I didn't prepare one, I'm not sure what would go with-"

She was kissing you before you could finish your sentence.

Oh...

After a moment, she pulled back.

You smiled up at her. "Ready for dinner?"

Before she could answer, you were turning back to the stovetop and attending the soup. Ingrid pressed her chest against your back, front flush against your back. She kissed your neck from one side to the other, and even nibbled at your earlobe.

"Ingrid?"

"I want to taste you, not the dinner," she whispered, and you felt the words more than heard them.

Your body didn't need much more convincing, but your mind did. "Just- hold on, I have to get the soup cooling for later, then," you moved the pot as her fingers distracted you, and you thankfully remembered to turn off the burner. She impatiently bit at your neck, teasing, but it made you jump and cry, "Ingrid!!"

She laughed and twirled you around. "Can the soup wait?"

"Yes," you saidd, your neck missing the presence of her lips.

"Really?"

"Please," you breathed.

The apron was off and tossed toward a handle to hang off but it fell short. Your bodies didn't get more than three inches apart as you made your way to the couch- the bedroom was much too far. Your t-shirt and her blouse were off and even if you'd seen them many times, her breasts took your breath away.

Ingrid laughed as she caught you staring and kissed you gently. You looked away then and sat down on the couch in front of her. You reached up to the zipper on her skirt, but she brushed your hand away.

"You're the one who's had a long day," you explained as she found the top of your at-home shorts and started to slide them.

"And I'm hungry," she teased as you lifted your hips and the shorts piled on the floor.

"Ingrid..."

"This is what I want. Is this what you want?"

"I want you to feel relaxed."

"This is how I want to relax."

"Ok." You nodded.

"You want this?" She slid a couple fingers under the waistband of your panties on your hip- you had worn your nicer lingerie today because you'd hoped the evening would end in this sort of thing anyway.

"Please," you breathed again, repeating what you said earlier.

You were both certain she would leave you much more satisfied than the soup now cooling on the stove. You'd get back to it... in a few hours.

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Sapphic September prompt 22- "Are you ok?"

Barbara Minerva/Reader

WC: 720ish

Contains: pre-established relationship (sorta), comfort :), sprinkle of usual 1980s... idk., pre-movie (Wonder Woman: 1984).

AN: brought to you by me being bored at work and my friend selecting a random number, god bless.

Summary: You found Barbara in the bathroom composing herself... but you knew better than to let her hold it inside.

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You reached out and got a hold of her shoulder, gently letting her know you were there.

"Barbara?"

She spun toward you and quickly flashed a smile and gestured as if nothing had happened. The gesture didn't magically erase her red eyes and the tear that had escaped and trailed through makeup. "Oh, hi, I didn't see you come in."

"Are you ok?" You didn't wait to ask. You watched her carefully as she brushed her hand through her hair and searched for a tissue in her pockets. You held one out to her, having grabbed one from the bathroom counter. She said "thanks" quietly and dabbed at her eyes and her cheek. "Barb," you stepped closer, but she put a hand on your shoulder and squeezed. She smiled bravely, but you knew there could have been a million things that caused her to cry in the bathroom.

"It's ok," she smiled again, but didn't keep your gaze.

"No, tell me."

It was an invitation just as much as it was a breath away from a begging plead.

"It-" her breath hitched, and she leaned against the counter, her back to the mirror. "It was... um. Leroy. He... I wrote a paper about the- the specimens from last month. He said I rushed it." She repeated his statement as if it was impossible. You both knew what it meant- that she was wrong in her findings.

You waited. While the work bathroom wasn't the best place for her to stammer, hiccup, and stumble through an explanation, you knew she wouldn't speak about it again and simply hold it with a white-knuckled grip in her heart if she didn't explain now.

You also knew Leroy was often the source of her sorrow- he was her boss. Although how he got the job ahead of her... you both knew it was only because he was a man and he had grown up with the museum director's family. Many an insult and plot had been half-heartedly formed against the man by Barbara... but that didn't matter.

What mattered was Barbara feeling like shit because he doesnt believe she's as good as she's proved time and time again.

"But I didn't rush it- I took the whole month! He was so sure that the specimens were more than they had been tagged, and he told me to do all these stupid tests! Which I did, of course, most of them I would do anyway just because I hardly have things to do anyway. But I did my job and I did it right and he just- he was so frustrating! He- god, he..." she sighed, catching her breath. "He's wrong! The stones are just- well, they're not just anything. They are pretty spectacular examples of their kind. But they're a dime a dozen, not something special. He's just angry that they're not much to showcase. He'll probably end up lying and totally over-writing my report and do something stupid with them anyway."

There it was. She had calmed down under your soothing attention and nodding, attention focused on her. You were thankful it hadn't taken long.

She looked at you, giving you a weak smile, but this time it was a real one. She had cried a little more during her ramble, but it wasn't anything she couldn't fix in a few minutes. She reached up and gently squeezed your arm.

"Better?" You asked, smiling. Your smile comforted and reassured hers.

She nodded. "You always know how to fix me."

You laughed, and it echoed in the empty bathroom. "I do my best."

She stood, her weight away from the counter. You both waited for a moment, listening for anyone coming toward the bathroom door. It was silent. She quickly cupped your cheeks and gave you a kiss- one you reciprocated. It was quick, but no less a comfort to both of you.

You heard someone coming and you pulled back, moving to a sink and starting to wash your hands. Barbara did the same.

One of the girls in your department came in, hurrying to a stall. You and Barbara left the bathroom, no longer needing to speak about the conversation.

"Are you ok?" You grabbed her hand and asked again before you split ways down the hallway. You let go of her hand quickly, but not before she gave yours a squeeze.

"I am," she nodded.

"I'll see you later, then?"

She nodded again.

"Can't wait," you smiled, giving her a wink, and turning away before she blushed.

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Sapphic September prompt 19- "Seems like we'll be here for a while."

Ingrid Rosworth/Reader

WC: 1.3k (almost. Wtf. /pos)

Contains: getting stuck in an elevator, Ingrid is sus, shy!reader, a meal is mentioned but no details, what else does one talk about when ur stuck in an elevator w your superior and you also have a crush on them????.

Type: suspense ig?, wlw, stuck in a small space

AN: I admit I was exciting for this one bc like its Perfect ok for stuck in an elevator. Also a lil sprinkle of more suspicious (read: vampire???????) Ingrid if you squint. Btw, there's a y/p mention: this means your/pronouns. I didnt want to just do she or they. Sorry if it makes it get clunky... I did my best. Anyway. Mommy? Please!!!

Summary: Reader and Ingrid get stuck in an elevator... how else can you pass the time with your superior?

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The storm battering the office window seemed miles away as you typed away on your computer working on a case. The office was finally quiet after an unproductive day so you had decided to stay late and work in the peaceful space.

After a few hours had passed, you were satisfied with the amount of work you'd gotten done and glanced toward the window. Rain patterning against the glass and lightning flashing in the distance made you realize what time it was- late.

You packed up your things and turned off your computer, and went to retrieve your lunch container from the kitchenette. As you left, you saw someone or something in the corner of your eye.

When you returned to your desk, you checked the time. It was nearly nine in the evening- there's no way someone else stayed this late.

You grabbed your things and made your way to the elevator. As you entered it, you heard someone call to you,

"Hold it, please!"

You reached out your arm to stop the elevator doors from closing, and immediately worried that the thing you'd seen was what called for you to keep the elevator open.

But then you saw who it had been.

Ingrid Rosworth stood outside the elevator and then smiled as she entered. "Thank you," she said sweetly.

She pressed the button to the garage while you had selected the lobby.

Of course she had a car to drive herself. Why would I think we could walk together to the train? You wondered what kind of car it might be.

For what should have been a couple minutes ride in the elevator at most came to a shuddering halt.

The elevator stopped, the lights went out and the emergency lights flickered on.

Ingrid still seemed to glow in the red emergency sign light.

You shivered, she sighed.

"That damn storm..." she muttered.

"How long... do you think the elevator will be out? Should we do something?" You asked. You looked over and up at her, willing your heart to quiet down.

She always caught your attention anyway, her outfits impeccable and hair cascading perfectly around her. She was beautiful and intelligent, and powerful as a well-known lawyer.

You had nearly finished your graduate degree, but you were still far behind her in status. You knew you shouldn't put her on a pedestal, but you also knew you paled in comparison standing beside her.

While othe peers were eager to speak with her and gain advice, you were often too intimidated to do the same. It wasn't really fair to her; you were sure she was approachable. Just... not to you.

Not when sometimes you'd catch her eye by accident and look away, hoping your blush wasn't visible through your light makeup.

"Are you alright?" She asked, leaning toward you a little and raising a hand as if to brush hair out of your face.

"Oh!" You blushed, hoping this time the red light made the blush imperceptible. "Y-yeah, I'm fine. You?"

She chuckled. "You just seem a little nervous."

"I- yeah, I am, I guess," you confessed.

"I was asking you what you were doing here so late."

"Oh, uh, well, I wasn't able to get a lot done today, so I decided to stay late."

"Were you the one who ordered dinner at seven?"

"Yes, that was me," you nodded, then frowned. "How did you know?"

"I smelled it," she shrugged.

That didn't make any sense. Her office was in the opposite corner of your desk. Maybe she had stopped by the files and the smell had drifted over there... Still, it was strange.

"Did... you get anything to eat?" You tried to make conversation. The minutes were beginning to stretch, especially as you kept your imagination at bay. From fantasies or nightmares alike.

She smiled and nodded. "I certainly did."

A few minutes passed and she stepped forward to try the emergency radio.

"Hello?" She asked. No response. "Hello, this is Ingrid Rosworth in elevator three-one-six, from Baldr Legal? Is anyone there?"

Silence, not even static. She sighed and shrugged as she put it back.

"Seems like we'll be here for a while," she said. She turned to you and smiled, then gestured with her hands to the floor. "Shall we sit?"

"I've been sitting all day," you shrugged.

Your mind was racing. You had to admit you were worried. There was plenty to be anxious about, and while you weren't claustrophobic, being stuck in an elevator was far from your bucket list.

But then again, you didn't mind that it was with Ingrid. You didn't look at her as you leaned against the back wall, but you knew she had her legs crossed and stretched out across the floor. You wondered what she was thinking about. You wondered if she went home to an apartment or house alone, if someone was waiting for her. You knew you didn't have anyone at home, and would probably head to bed shortly after you got home. You wondered if she what she would do once she was home... does she shower in the evenings? With that gorgeous hair she must have some sort of hair routine.

"Y/n?"

You blinked your eyes open and looked down at her.

She chuckled again. "You seem to daze off easily."

"S-sorry," you muttered, embarrassed.

"You need to relax, Y/n. We'll be out of here in no time, just fine."

It was a kind gesture and attempt at reassurance, but you had to admit you were still nervous.

"Tell me about this case that got you so focused," she smiled. "It'll distract you."

You were thankful for the excuse. The case was interesting enough, it just called for more attention than you had been able to give it during the busy day.

She nodded and hummed along to your reciting of the case and its details, recounting the information you had just poured over.

"You're really good at this, you know," she said gently. "I'm glad I have you here at Baldr. Perhaps we can work on a case someday."

The idea was exciting for sure. Spending more time with Ingrid would be wonderful, especially if you got to know her a little more.

"What were you-"

The emergency lights turned off and the normal lights turned back on, the elevator continuing its journey downwards at its usual pace.

She took your hand that you offered to help her up, and you couldn't help but notice she seemd a little disappointed.

The elevator doors opened at the lobby and there was a security guard waiting there. He apologized to Ingrid profusely, rambling an explanation about the storm and power, etc, and that the radio in our elevator hadn't seemed to be working.

Once he was finished, she said, "you should apologize to Y/n as well. Y/p (was/were) in the elevator with me, suffering the same fate."

He turned to you and apologized, even if it was a little less enthusiastic. He then asked if he could escort you to your vehicles.

You explained you didn't have one, but thanked him anyway. Ingrid dismissed him, then turned to you.

"I wish you well on this case, Y/n," she said. "Make me proud."

It was a strange request, as you worked for Baldr rather than her, but you nodded and assured her that you would.

As you walked toward the doors to go to the train, you couldn't help but feel watched. You admitted to yourself you were disappointed that you hadn't said something or maybe even kissed her, but it was too risky. If you had made a mistake, you might lose your job.

You didn't mind her gaze being on your backside as you left, hoping something might happen another day.

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Sapphic September prompt 9- "Leave me alone."

Portia Devorak/Reader

WC: 550ish

Contains: monster!Portia >:), except its new to her so she's a mess :(, food (soup) mention, one-sided aloud confession :(, reader is like still attuned to magic but idk if they're they Apprentice per se.

Type: angst, wlw/nblw

AN: ok branching out into an actual monster au and also someone other than Ingrid and Barbara! Spicing it up baybey. Honestly could be werecat!Portia too like the 2019/2021 Halloween charms. Hmm. Maybe... Halloween charm au. Hot damn. Anyway.

Summary: Reader visits Portia after noticing she's been acting strange lately... will Reader get an answer as to why?

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This evening's sunset cast pinks and oranges across the clouds, well visible in Portia's clearing.

You were bringing her some soup from the kitchen- lately she seemed to have not been feeling well. You were worried she wasn't sleeping much lately.

There was a strange feeling that came over you as you got closer to her cottage. You realized there weren't any bees floating around her garden or birds pecking at bird seed- in fact, her feeders were empty.

You knocked on her front door, smiling and excited to check in on her.

"Who's there?" A voice came from inside. It did sound like Portia, but there was something different.

"It's me, Portia!" You answered.

"Go away."

You frowned and stepped closer to the door. "Are you alright?"

"I told you to go!"

"Portia... I'm your friend, if you're not alright, I want to help you."

There was a beat of silence. You may have held your breath as you waited for her response. "You can't help me."

Your shoulders drooped as a breeze passed by. Something fell inside.

"Please go," she was quieter, you could barely hear her through the door.

"Should I leave the soup?"

To your surprise, the door opened slightly, and you could see Portia looking out between the doorframe and door. She looked you up and down, and then the basket you carried. She was suspicious. You'd never pranked her or done anything to warrant that.

"What's going on?"

"Leave the soup."

You reached toward the gap, hoping to open the door more.

"Leave me alone!" She shouted and slammed the door closed.

You blinked, hand on the door. You pressed an ear against the wood, straining to hear something.

Portia had started to cry. The muffled sounds made your heart break.

Things had been going so well. You'd grown closer lately and had plans to spend an afternoon in the city on your shared day off. It was hard enough to coordinate, what with the investigations of strange attacks in the city lately keeping everyone busy.

But she had told you what she wanted this evening. She wanted you to leave the soup and then go. As much as you wanted to stay and maybe even force the door open and demand answers as to her behavior lately, you also wanted to show her you respected her enough to listen.

You set the soup down near the threshold and pressed your hand on the door again. You sensed some strange magic, but instead of asking, you made a mental note to mention it to Asra whenever he returned.

Before you left, you set your forehead against the door and closed your eyes.

"I love you," you whispered. "I know its bad timing to tell you, but I mean it. However you want to take it... but I hope we still have something for each other."

With that, you turned away and made your way out of the clearing. When you were nearly at the woods' edge, you felt eyes on your back you turned toward the cottage and saw a curtain swish. Had she been watching you?

You could be patient. You hoped that she would explain whatever was happening to you- she didn't deserve to face whatever it was alone. You were sure of that.

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Sapphic September prompt 30 - "Why?"

Barbara Minerva [Cheetah]/Reader

WC: 880ish

Contains: angst (owo), Cheetah is kinda a bitch ok :( , hurt no comfort, canon-divergence but somewhere in the ww1984 timeline since its Cheetah here

Type: angst, wlw

AN: i didnt know how to resolve this with Cheetah being like nice about it without writing 1k and I didnt wanna write 1k today so here ya go.

Summary: Reader finds Barbara as Cheetah, and tries to get an explanation as to what happened.

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Seeing your partner like this left you speechless.

She was... well, it looked like she was... part Cheetah, like the animal. If you weren't afraid, you'd call her beautiful.

Things had been different lately about her. You remember something about a stone she went from uninterested about to almost obsessive. A few times you heard her mutter about wishes, but for the most part you let that slide.

Now her strange behaviors and sudden changes are shocking.

You remember the night she didn't show up at dinner. She never missed dinner with you. It was rare enough to find a good friend, it was something altogether if you found someone you could trust with your shared secret.

The next day at work, everyone seemed to be fawning over her, ooh-ing and aah-ing. While you appreciated that your hardworking Barbara was appreciated by others, you admitted to yourself that you were jealous of the reaction to the attention. Wasn't your attention enough?

Or... was it not? You'd shared a few private moments, and even a few risky touches and even a couple kisses. Did those things mean anything to her? Were you wrong about what she wanted?

The woman- and you fought to still see her as that in your mind- in front of you was someone completely different than the person you had gotten close to.

She was frozen before you, and you admittedly weren't sure what to do or say.

"Barbara?" You asked, your voice shaky. "Is that you?"

She straightened with a sort of confidence you hadn't seen on her before. "Hardly. I'm something else, now."

"What happened?" You asked, still hesitant to move closer.

Her tail- she has a tail now?- swished behind her. "My wish was granted."

"When- what? What wish?"

"To become this," she gestured to herself and looked at you like what "this" was was obvious.

In a way, of course, it was. She was something else, for sure. You recognized that she was- or looked like- a big cat. But what that meant, you weren't sure.

"Barbara, I don't- I don't understand..."

"What is there to be confused about?" She was annoyed.

"Why? Why would you do this? What happened? Is it me? Did I-"

"This has nothing to do with you, Y/n."

You had stepped a few feet closer to her, she hadn't moved. "Barbara..."

"I don't need anything from you, I don't want anything from you. But I won't change. I've done what I wanted. I've finally become something to respect, something to..." she trailed off, looking away. "Something more."

"You didn't need to be more, Barbara," you voice was quiet now, daring to take a few steps more.

"What, because you should have been enough?" She scoffed, looking at you again.

"You don't mean that." Your throat tightened. She didn't mean that. You know that. She didnt... she didn't mean that. She's different right now, but she's still your Barbara, and you're still her... hers.

You dared to reach out to her, lightly putting your hand on her shoulder. "I... Barbara... I know I may not be much... and sure, I don't quite know what this is about, but... but I care about you, and if there's anything I can do to help you, or prove it to you-"

"What this is about? Didn't you hear me? This is what I wanted!" She said, her voice raising a little but her frustration distracting her from your touch so she doesn't throw it off.

"To be a cat-lady?" You asked. If this was a different kind of moment, you'd both laugh at the suggestion.

"To be powerful."

"Why?"

"So that no one could ignore me. So that people would listen to me. So people would respect me."

"I may be one person, Barbara, but I never ignored you, I always listen, and I respect you. God knows I care about you, too. And I did all that before... all this. If I can, others can, too."

"You're in love with me, you don't count," She snapped. She may have even rolled her eyes.

Your hand leaves her arm as you step back, pulling your hand to your chest as if it had been burned.

"Fine. Then you lose me, too," you said firmly. This isn't your Barbara anymore. She would never have discounted such a thing to be meaningless. "But if you change your mind and that it does mean something, my door will open to you."

"Sure. Whatever. I don't need an out."

You let her have the last word as you backed away and finally turned away from her, not needing to get even.

You weren't even sure she would take the out and ask for you to forgive her, for your help, whatever she needed. You tried to put the pieces together for a clearer explanation but there was nothing clear in your mind.

It hurt. Her words stung like venom and you allowed the tears to fall once you got home.

Even if you were just friends, you lost a friend to herself, and you didn't even understand why or how. You hoped, even if it was fruitless, that she would knock on your door and explain or at least apologize. You knew you would probably forgive her. You did care about her. Love her. And love covers a multitude of sins, even pride.