#sisterly fluff

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Known Unknowns and Other Sisterly Musings

Something Kate could not shake from her mind, even glad to be with her sister and even as she returned home was that she did not know her sister. She had tea with a young lady who looked and sounded just like her Edwina, but she did not know this Edwina.

In which Edwina returns to England, Kate worries about her sister and they come to the conclusion that change is a good thing.

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5 with faith and whoever you want 😝

5. “I’m not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention.”

Note: More like based around that? Thanks for requesting! 💕 Really hope you like it!

Word count: 359

Tagging: @speedypan @the-shadow-of-atlantis @werewitchling

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“Are you done yet?” asked Faith, resting her cheek on her sister’s knee.

Jen glanced at her and winced. That had to be uncomfortable.

Faith was hanging upside down in the sofa, her body bending like a noodle and the tips of her hair brushing the floor every time she moved.

“Hmm Hmm” mumbled Jenniffer, eyes back to the screen.

“Talk to me!” Faith’s ankles hit the couch, making it bounce.

Jen sighed, tapping the keys harder so their noise filled the whole room, echoing in her ears. She didn’t flinch when Faith kicked the couch again and didn’t look down to glare at her when she had to hit black space several times.

Faith prompted her legs forwards, swirling over herself and using her palms for support. She landed on her toes and stood up without effort, hair falling all over her face.

“Going to get us some snacks.”

Jen remained silent, that meant she was going to come back. There were at least five pages left and she was not going fall for the youngest’s efforts to distract her. She typed faster.

Faith stood behind her now, munching loudly and making one of Jen’s eyebrows quirk up. Then she started humming out of tune and Jen felt something light feather touch the top of her head, like a caress.

That was new. She typed some more, grateful for the calm ambiance of the living room and the cicadas chirping outside.

Faith was quiet and Jen thought that maybe she had given up. A flown of soft air ruffled her hair and, immediately after, orange Cheetos fell on her laptop, leaving sticky marks all over the keys. With a yelp, Jen stopped typing.

“Faith!” Jen shrieked, “what the fuck!”

The brunette squealed in delight. “Finally!”

Jen glared daggers at her. “Why are you like this?”

“You’ve been working all day,” Faith stuck out her tongue at her. “And ignoring me, which is more important your job or me?”

Jen shook the Cheetos off her laptop angrily.

“I hate you.”

“You love me, now close that thing and lets watch a movie.”

[snowqueenofmyheart]

I just want to love you: a Frozen one-shot

This idea came to me earlier today and, well, it was so fluffy I had to write it down.  Also, I’ve been feeling a bit more emotional today because this fandom keeps finding ways to break my heart, so I needed to provide a counterbalance to the angst.

@vuelie @frozenartscapes @justlookatthosesausages @notbrilliantbutwicked @no-escape-from-the-storm-inside @above-d-clouds @shardsofarendelle and anyone else who loves Frozen fluff.  Please enjoy!

Anna thought she knew her sister.

Well, it’s not like she fully knew Elsa after having reunited with her only a few weeks ago.  Thirteen years apart was a long time, and it would take more than a few impromptu hugs after the Great Thaw or ice-skating sessions to relearn what her sister was like.

One thing she had come to accept was that Elsa was not a touchy-feely person.  She had assumed as much during the separation because Elsa avoided contact with anyone.  Now, Anna knew it was because of her efforts to avoid hurting anyone with her growing powers.  But even with the Thaw, Elsa was still reluctant at times to initiate physical contact with her own sister.

Anna was the opposite.  She had no problem with barreling in to Elsa’s room - or her study, or the dining room, or anywhere - and smothering her big sister in a bear hug.  Of course, she did have enough sense to not do that every single time she found Elsa because it could come as quite a shock.  Yet Anna continued to show Elsa how much she loved her with as much physical affection as possible.  That included holding her hand when walking together, resting her head on Elsa’s shoulder, or draping herself across Elsa’s lap when the latter was sitting on the couch.  Anna was desperate to show sisterly affection after having been starved of it for so long.  And she assumed Elsa generally refrained from displaying her affection as openly.  Anna did not mind; she just accepted that Elsa was different, and that was okay.

Until one day...

Anna woke up, her hair a disheveled mess as usual.  As she sat up, yawned, and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes, she thought she heard someone giggling.  The weirdest thing was, it sounded familiar...

Looking up, she saw Elsa standing by her door, beaming at her little sister’s appearance.  Anna found herself more awake as she took in the sight of her elder sister gazing at her, but there was something different.  She was giggling, but with no hand hiding her mouth.  It was as if her queen mode was switched off.  And the look in her eyes was a lot...warmer.

Then things got even stranger when Elsa quickly made her way across the room, sat down on the bed and brought Anna in for a big hug.  Anna couldn’t believe what was happening:  her normally regal, composed sister was initiating a warm hug.  Once she recovered from her initial shock, she wrapped her arms around Elsa’s waist and reciprocated the hug.

“Good morning, Sunshine.  I love you.”

Anna’s heart flipped at the sound of Elsa cooing softly in her ear.  Then her heart skipped a beat or two at what happened next.  Elsa leaned back, took Anna’s face in her hands, and began kissing her forehead, then her cheeks, and finally her nose.  Once she finished, Elsa gazed into Anna’s eyes with the same look of affection she had beside the door.  Even weirder, she was smiling so much Anna began to wonder if this was a dream.  But before she could ask, Elsa got up and left the room, leaving Anna to put together what just happened.

Later that day, when Anna was heading up to Elsa’s study to inquire about going into town for lunch, she almost ran into her sister as the latter was coming out of said study.

“There you are.  I was just coming to find you.  How about we get lunch in town?” Elsa asked, smiling broadly.

Anna had opened her mouth to speak, but it was as if Elsa had taken the words right out of it.  Instead, she settled for, “Absolutely!”

Without any hesitation, Elsa took her hand and started walking out to the main entrance of the castle.  Anna was really surprised that Elsa was taking the lead for once; it was usually the younger one who would take her sister by the hand and start walking somewhere.  As they made their way into the courtyard, Anna noticed something that made her think back to this morning.

She can’t stop smiling.  How strange.

Not to say that Elsa smiling was a bad thing.  It was a wonderful change of pace.  Anna knew better than anyone that Elsa was at times an emotional train wreck, full of anxiety and prone to berating herself over the smallest things.  When she did smile, it sometimes felt a bit restrained, like she had to convince herself it was okay to be happy.  That bothered Anna.  Elsa deserved all the happiness in the world; she was worth it.

And yet, she could not shake the feeling that her sister’s behavior was peculiar.  Anna racked her brain trying to figure out what could have possibly put her sister in such a good mood.  She couldn’t recall any major parties or celebrations coming up, and Elsa usually was not nearly the fan of parties like Anna was.  Elsa definitely was not dating anyone - and probably never would from what Anna had gathered thus far.  It couldn’t be that she was just feeling happy, was it?

She had to find out.

That evening, after she had changed into a nightgown, Anna went searching for Elsa to get some answers.  Elsa had surprised Anna a few more times that day with hugs and kisses that seemed to come out of nowhere.  Naturally, Anna enjoyed the attention.  But it still felt...different, somehow...

She found her sister reclining on the couch in the library, in her own nightgown and curled up with a book.  As soon as she entered the room, Elsa looked up and beamed.  The queen put her book down, rose from her spot on the couch, and approached her sister with outstretched arms.

“Okay, wait a moment.”

Elsa stopped, arms still spread out.  Her smile faltered a bit as she processed her sister’s simple statement.

“What’s going on here?”  Anna asked.

“What do you mean?”  Elsa replied, her brow starting to furrow though her smile remained.

“You’ve been acting...”  Anna paused, hoping to find the right word and not scare Elsa away.  “Differently today.  And I can’t figure out why.”

Slowly, Elsa lowered her arms.  Her smile had vanished and was replaced with a more common look: a scared and uncertain young woman.

Anna knew she had to act fast before Elsa’s emotions got the better of her.  “Hey, it’s not like I have a problem with it!  Seriously, it’s nice to get this much attention.  You know I’m needy and stuff, and I get that you don’t really do the whole shower-your-sister-with-constant-affection thing, but that’s okay!  It’s just, you know, you always act so prim and proper and you don’t go hugging everyone, so I thought it was kinda strange that, well, you were doing that a lot more today.  It’s...unprompted, and that’s not really you.  So I just...um...I wondered...”

She stopped rambling to take in Elsa’s reaction.  There was no ice anywhere, so she took that as a good sign.  Her face, on the other hand, was rather inscrutable.  Elsa was not smiling, but she didn’t necessarily look unhappy.

Maybe she’s trying to figure it out, too? Anna thought to herself as she waited.

After several more moments of silence, she decided to try a different strategy.

“Are you excited because of some upcoming holiday that I don’t know about?”

Elsa seemed surprised at the random question, but answered, “No.”

“Are you happy that autumn is approaching?”

“No.”

“Did you have a really productive day and you’re still feeling good about it?”

A chuckle, and then, “No.”

Anna took a deep breath and asked, “Did you have a nightmare last night?”

“...No.”

Well, now she was stumped.

“So...why have you been so...uh...cuddly today?”

For a moment, she thought she had said just the wrong thing because Elsa looked down and turned away.  Anna reached out and took a tentative step forward, fearing the worst.  Please don’t shut me out.  Please.  Please...

And then, she heard three softly spoken words:  “I love you.”

Unlike the other times before, Anna’s heart did not automatically explode with joy at hearing her sister say those words.  She knew Elsa loved her, but that did not explain why she had acted so differently today.  Why did she hug without hesitation?  Why did she smile as if she did not have a care in the world?

“But Elsa, you’re showing it more freely,” Anna said cautiously.  “Why?”

Elsa thought long and hard, desperate to find the right thing to say.

I missed you.  I’m trying to make up for thirteen years worth of pain and heartbreak.  Because I’m still afraid you think I’m the worst sister in the world.  Because I don’t want to lose you again.  Because I’m scared you hate me.  Because I want to know what it’s like to love someone and not have to hide or wear gloves or be afraid.

Instead, she settled on one simple phrase.

She turned around, and with tears brimming in her eyes, she stretched out her arms again and said:

“I just want to love you.”

And with that, Anna’s concerns vanished as her senses were overwhelmed by the simple yet powerful statement, one that conveyed thirteen years’ worth of unspoken feelings.  Elsa wants to show affection.  She wants to love me.  To be loved.

With a half-sob/half-squeal, she ran and tackled her sister into the couch, giving her the biggest hug she had ever given in her life.  The tears really started flowing when she felt Elsa embrace her just as tightly, squeezing Anna as if she was trying to convey every ounce of love she felt for her dear little sister into one hug.  Before she could burrow into the warmth of her sister’s strong arms, Anna tilted her head back to kiss Elsa’s soft jawline, and in return she received a tender kiss from the elder on her forehead.  Then she buried her face into the pale neck and inhaled deeply.  She savored the scent, that of her beloved sister.  She grinned when she felt a familiar nose being pressed into her hair as Elsa was breathing in Anna’s distinct scent.

Anna pressed her body closer, which was hard to do as they were lying chest-to-chest, hip-to-hip on the couch and seemed to be squeezing the air out of each other.  But Elsa was happy to oblige, and she squeezed her little sister again.  This time, Anna knew Elsa was trying to impart as much of her seemingly infinite, amazing, incredible love for her sister as possible.  As she gently rocked with Elsa’s rising and falling chest, savoring the close proximity of their bodies, Anna felt something she hadn’t felt in such a long time.

Safe and warm.  And loved.

[shy-fairy-levele3]

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

Marianne has to face an incident in her past she would rather leave forgotten. It's the night of Dawn's debutante ball and her sister has a very special performance for her.

[apinchofm]

of two sisters one is always the watcher

kate sharma is trying not to meddle in edwina's arrangement with friedrich and navigate her new relationship with her sister. trying *very* hard.

[apinchofm]

hi not sure if you were still taking fic requests! But a fic where Kate apologizes to Edwina after everything would be cool.

My girlies deserved better overall!

After the wedding, as happy as Kate was, she still felt slightly unsettled. She saw Edwina, who kept to the sidelines, smiling when necessary, and she was the maid of honour in a gentle lavender sari and lengha.

She could not help but worry. She had heard the whispers. Even at such an intimate wedding with friends of the Bridgertons, she still heard people wonder what was defective with her sister. She knew Edwina heard - her little sister had keen ears.

"Edwina, could you help me with my hair? I feel a few pin loosening." She asked, walking over to her. Edwina brightened.

"Of course." She followed Kate inside and upstairs to the Viscountess' rooms.

"Shall I get new pins?" Edwina asked, going to the jewellery box, but she was confused when Kate did not sit at the dressing table but was standing up, "Kate?"

"That was merely an excuse. I thought you may not wish to come if I asked if we could speak." Kate admitted.

She tilted her head, confused, "Kate, is something the matter?"

"I will always be sorry for not being honest with you. I have noticed you - and I have heard what people are saying."

Edwina's eyes widened, then folded her arms as if to protect herself, "It does not matter. Why let something ruin such a happy day for you?"

Kate smiled sadly, "I do not like the idea of people blaming you or my mistakes!"

"Kate." Edwina stopped her, taking her hands, "I will be fine. I am happy that you are happy; I always will be. I have no doubt you and the Viscount will share a happy marriage - much happier than if I had wed him. You deserve this and more."

"But will you be happy? It is not fair that shall bear the brunt of this scandal." Anthony's reputation was gold once again, and as his wife and love, she was glad. But it came at the expense of her sister because society would rather blame a young lady.

"I know. But many things in life are not fair, particularly in London, it seems." Edwina said, "All I can do is move on."

"But-"

"Kate. Let us have today to celebrate you and your happiness, and we can deal with the rest later." Edwina said forcefully.

Kate knew she was lying or at least pushing down everything to swallow her distaste for Anthony and even the other Bridgertons and the Ton to stand by her sister. Just as she had done on her failed wedding day.

"You will always have me," Kate promised, "I will always be your sister."

"And I yours. Now, let us return to the party before someone comes looking for the bride!" Edwina smiled and held one of her hands as they left, wanting to move on.

[shy-fairy-levele3]

Beauty School Drop Out

Dawn drops out of beauty school when she makes one mistake too many and runs to her sister for comfort, instead she gets a serenade!

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Dawn stood outside of the Sugar Shack with no small amount of nerves. She pulled at the sleeve of her coat, and worried her bottom lip with her teeth as she studied the neon glow of the diner’s OPEN sign. It was a fifty’s style dinner owned by the local eccentric, a black woman known as Sweet Plum. With one final adjustment to the kerchief covering her hair and a deep breath Dawn pulled the door open and walked inside.

Marianne stood behind the little podium next to the “please wait to be seated” sign. Like all the staff it looked as though she had just stepped out of the past.  She was wearing a white t-shirt and a lavender coloured poodle skirt. Her head was bent inspecting the seating plan.

“I’ll be right with you-” Marianne started to say when she looked up and saw her sister standing there; her professional manner went right out the window.

“DAWN!” Marianne shouted in surprise, hustling over to her sister and pulling her into a tight hug, planting an army of kisses to her forehead.

Marianne pushed Dawn out, but kept her hands on her shoulder’s to inspect her.

“I didn’t expect to see you for another two weeks! Did something happen? Are you okay?” Marianne’s voice turned to instant concern. As happy as she was to see her little sister earlier than expected it could only mean something must have happened.

The look on Dawn’s face must have conveyed more emotion than she had wanted it to. Dawn couldn’t lie to save her life and to pretend that everything was fine would just be foolish.

Marianne dropped the tough sister act, and her voice fell with her shoulders, “you dropped out didn’t you?”

The tears that had been threatening since sometime yesterday finally released from Dawn’s eyes and she snuggled her way back into her sister’s embrace.

Marianne squeezed her sister a little tighter as she burrowed into her shoulder. Marianne awkwardly patted Dawn’s back, in a “there-there” kind of motion that utterly fell flat. If it had of been a boy that broke her sister’s heart Marianne could have riled off a pep-speech about the misery of love and that there would be other boys but this was different. This was Dawn giving up her dream.

“Come on, let’s get out of the doorway” Marianne murmured to her sister, leading Dawn to an empty booth on the far side of the diner where no one was sitting.

Ever since Dawn was little there was only one thing she had ever wanted to be when she grew up. When Marianne was eight and Dawn was five they had been asked to stand in their aunt Vickie’s wedding as flower girls, this included having their hair done professionally at a salon. Dawn had been in awe from the moment they walked in. The glittering silver domes of the hairdryers all set neatly in a row, the ring of naked bulbs around the mirrors at each hairdressers stand. When Dawn saw her reflection for the first time after her pale blonde curls had been all tied up in matching blue ribbons she had almost cried with joy. She looked so pretty and all she wanted from then on was to make everyone feel as happy as she did, and look as beautiful as they felt!

Everything she had done since that day led to her applying to beauty school. Her first part-time job had been at the cosmetics counter at the local drugstore. Dawn wanted to do it all, hair, nails, waxing! She was going to open her own salon upon graduation. It was harder than she imagined.  

As Marianne walked past the counter she mimed to Bog to make up a chocolate milkshake, with lots of whip cream and extra cherries. He was wearing his usual getup of a leather jacket and black denim jeans. His dark brown hair slicked back. He looked like he had just walked off the set of Grease. He nodded to her and Marianne tried not to blush. Bog had only just started working at the Sugar Shack and Marianne already had a crush on him.

“How bad is it?” Marianne asked, having seated Dawn at last.

With big wet puppy-dog eyes Dawn slowly undid the scarf covering her hair.

Marianne’s eyes went wide and she barely stifled a gasp. She brought her hands up to cover her mouth as a snort-giggle worked its way up her throat. Dawn’s luscious baby blonde curls were dyed a pastel blue.

“It’s not funny” Dawn pouted, trying to recover her hair as fresh tears spilled from her eyes.

“No” Marianne agreed shaking her head, still fighting the laughter, “it’s hilarious!”

A few hard giggles fought their way out of her mouth just as Bog dinged the bell on the counter letting Marianne know the milkshake was ready. Marianne hurried over to get it and returned to Dawn with a song on her lips.

“Your story sad to tell,” Marianne began to croon when she placed the shake in front of her sister. “Marianne!” Dawn cried in alarm recognizing the song.

“A teenage ne'er do well, most mixed up non-delinquent on the block” Marianne continued. She would do anything to see her sister be happy again.

“Marianne!” Dawn hissed again, when several patrons turned their heads. She didn’t like all this attention.

“Your future's so unclear now, what's left of your career now? Can't even get a trade in on your smile” Marianne bopped her sister’s nose before backing away from the table a bit.

It was a good thing she could sing, it was part of the job requirement actually. All the staff at the Sugar Shack had to be able to perform a bit.

Marianne threw herself into an impromptu routine “beauty school dropout, no graduation day for you, beauty school dropout, missed your mid-terms and flunked shampoo” Marianne sang as she danced along in front of the counter.

“Well at least you could have taken time, to wash and clean your clothes up, after spending all that dough to have the doctor fix your nose up” Marianne winked at Bog as she twirled past him

Sunny came out from around the back when he herd Marianne start to sing and was pleasantly surprised to see Dawn, with blue hair, being the object of her serenade.

Dawn caught a glimpse of Sunny and she blushed, he looked so cute in his ice cream parlour outfit!

“Beauty school dropout, hanging around the corner store, beauty school dropout, it's about time you knew the score” Marianne turned and sashayed her hips as she walked back towards Dawn’s table.

She leveled Dawn with a rather sultry glare, “well they couldn't teach you anything, you think you're such a looker,” here Marianne twirled a finger through an errant strand of hair, just the way her ex used to “but no customer will go to you unless she was a hooker!”

Dawn gasped out loud at that then fell into a fit of giggles. She was sure her face was bright red but Marianne was making her feel better.

Marianne made a shooing motion with her hand “baby don't sweat it, you're not cut out to hold a job, better forget it, who wants their hair done by a slob?”

Marianne plopped her but down on Dawn’s table, “now your bangs are curled, your lashes twirled, but still the world is cruel, wipe off that angel face and go back to high school,” her voice got gentler, “Baby don't blow it, don't put my good advice to shame!”

Marianne gently rubbed her hand down the side of Dawn’s cheek, “Baby you know it, even dear Abby'd say the same!”

In one swift motion Marianne slid off the table, kicked off her ballet flats and stepped up onto the bench seat across from Dawn’s and up onto the table, “Now I've called the shot, get off the pot, I really gotta fly, gotta be going to that malt shop in the sky.”

Marianne dramatically raised her arms up over her head and flung them out to the side as she finished on a high note, dragging it out.

Instantly the sound of clapping, cheering and a few wolf whistles fill the little diner.

Marianne was flushed with adrenaline and maybe a little bit of embarrassment as she got down off the table slowly. Bog came over to give her a hand.  They stood face to face for a moment, Marianne’s chest rising and falling as the high of her performance ebbed. Gosh he has the bluest eyes, Marianne thought.

“What do you think of my hair?” Dawn asked, all curious innocents.

Bog coughed and let go of Marianne’s hand, going so far as to take a step back from her but as he turned to look at Dawn Marianne could have sworn she saw him blush, maybe she wasn’t the only one with a little workplace crush.

“It’s a, it’s a” Bog stammered and fiddled with he hands as he looked for the right adjective, he glanced quickly at Marianne, “lovely” he finally decided on, only it came out as a question.

Dawn giggled and took a sip from her shake. “You’re cute, how long have you worked here, what’s your name? This is an amazing milkshake!”

Dawn took another sip of the Milkshake.

Bog’s hand found the back of his neck and he rubbed at it, “umm Bog, Ah’ve been here aboot a month.”

He shrugged his shoulders and chanced a glance at Marianne who was looking at him with smug satisfaction and mirth. She was finding this whole situation very amusing.

“Dawn!” Sunny said as he finally made his way over.

“Sunny!” Dawn said with a squeal of glee at seeing her best friend, “I didn’t know you were working tonight! It’s so good to see you!” She jumped up from the table and pulled Sunny into a tight hug.

Bog took this as his cue to leave.

“Take a break, Sunny” Marianne said, laying a hand on his shoulder when the friends had finally parted. “You want anything else?” she asked as the couple took their seats.

“Yeah, could I please have a vanilla shake, Marianne?” Sunny asked, polite as ever.

“And maybe an order of fries” Dawn piped up, “no wait, make that onion rings!”

“Vanilla shake and onion rings” Marianne repeated as she wrote it down on her note pad, “got it.”

She turned to leave.

“Wait!” Dawn called out, and Marianne turned, note book in hand expecting Dawn to change her order again.

Instead she had a question, “If I’m Frenchy, who does that make you?”

Marianne let her mouth fall into a soft smile, “Rizzo, obviously.”

As Marianne walked out to the kitchen she stole a glance at Bog. Once safely on the other side of the swinging doors she pressed herself against the wall there and sang softly to herself, “but to cry in front of you, that's the worst thing I could do…”

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New fic.

Chapter one.