Girls Like Girls! A femslash ficathon
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Because I want there to be more femslash out there. Be the change, etc.
RULES:
1. Fic and art fills are both cool!
2. Any character is elegible as long as she canonically identifies as female. So Nomi Marks from Sense8 is a-okay; not so much, fic about Samantha Winchester.
2. (b) if there's a case where a character's canon identification is unclear, shoot me a question and I'll let you know.
3. RPF is also okay!
4. One prompt per comment
5. If you fill a prompt, link to it in the fill thread!
PARTY ON, WLW
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Date: 2015-07-26 04:10 am (UTC)Once Upon A Time - Regina/Emma/Ruby
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The world doesn't stand a chance. Together there is nothing and no one that can stop them.
The Evil Queen.
The Dark One.
The Big Bad Wolf.
They will set the world on fire, burning those who have wronged them, those they love, and everyone in between.
The Queen rules once more, as she should. She plans and schemes and ensures that retribution is as poetic as it is brutal. She couldn't save the Saviour, so instead she embraced the darkness once more to join her there.
The Saviour with the heart with the most potential for darkness is long gone, that darkness having consumed her entirely. It was a noble sacrifice borne of love that led her there, but the result was the same. Now the Dark One feels nothing but vengeance and fury for anyone other than her lovers.
The woman who was a wolf is now just a wolf. She gave up her humanity and allowed the Wolf to swallow her whole in order to join her lovers in the dark. She hunts with all the cunning and deadly grace of her species, both with teeth and claws and dark eyes and seductive lips.
Together they are one.
The head, the heart and the predator.
And they will devour the world for what it has done to them.
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Date: 2015-07-26 04:18 am (UTC)mad max, angharad/toast; what you are, just the same
Date: 2015-07-28 08:30 pm (UTC)(first of all, bless you for for requesting my completely baseless but beloved ship. full title: you will be what you are, just the same)
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She has always known how to protect herself.
Angharad tries it on her tongue. Toast and her burning hatred, always so distrustful of love but so open to Angharad that sometimes she could almost be... could almost feel. Toast, who can load and aim and fire a gun without instruction, who offered the skill up without being asked, who accepted the danger and the responsibility of a weapon without a single doubt. Toast, who fought and bore the consequences, who killed her own child before anyone else knew. Toast, who let no one touch her but the man who thought to own her and Angharad, who dared to love her. And only Angharad had touched her and been wanted for it. Only Angharad had touched her kindly, kissed her softly.
"I remember," Angharad says, voice still weak in recovery from her fall and the yank of the rope that caught and dragged her back to safety. Cheedo nurses her carefully, but healing takes time; this Angharad has known. From the other side of the cab, Toast watches with her hard face and her narrowed eyes.
There is no privacy among their number, a luxury they have never known, but they all have learned to leave a conversation be, to pretend not to have learned whatever secrets reveal themselves in the telling. Cheedo looks from Angharad to Toast, and then nods and looks down, because Capable is holding Nux in another corner, and the Dag a foot or so next to them is covering her face and shaking. There is no privacy; nowhere kind to look.
"I remember," Angharad repeats, looking Toast straight in the eye. Convenient, how Toast has yet to look away. "When you were taken. When you first came to us."
Toast grunts, soft in amplitude, harsh in tone. "I remember."
"You wanted to die."
It's another truth they don't speak of, have never spoken of, possibly because it had been obvious at the time, so everyone already knew. Toast's eyes flicker, down to Angharad's hands, and back so quickly to Angharad's face. "I didn't die."
"You wanted to kill him." Angharad twists her fingers together, pulls them apart, and Toast looks to them again. If only she would stand, if only she would move across the cab, if only she would take Angharad's hands and hold them instead. "You knew you would be killed, and so you wanted to die."
"Still want to kill him," Toast says. "Don't want to die."
Angharad sighs, smiles, but without joy. "Not anymore."
"No," agrees Toast. "Not anymore."
Toast is cradling the gun, shifting to let it be seen, brown hands resting upon it as if it comforts her the way Capable and Nux comfort each other. Something to hang onto. Something that is hers alone. Angharad could be hers alone, too, if only she asked it.
"I wish," Angharad says, as the thought comes to her. "I wish I had known, I wish Furiosa had known. That you could use a gun."
"If I'd had a gun," Toast replies, "I would have killed him. And I would have died. It would have been worth it."
It would not have been worth it. They all escape, and they all escape together. There are no other options. They might die now, or soon, but if they must it will be in freedom. They will not be things. They will be people, together in flesh or in memory.
And they are, all of them. Toast did not have to die to achieve it. This time happiness finds its way into Angharad's smile. "I'm glad you have a gun now." And Toast smiles back.
RE: mad max, angharad/toast; what you are, just the same
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Date: 2015-07-26 10:55 am (UTC)Better a Master of One 1/2
Date: 2015-09-01 03:09 am (UTC)The words come into her head in Miss Giddy’s firm rasp, sending an immediate wash of stiff-backed strength through Splendid’s core. Everything aches, and not in its usual ache—her back, her hips, her neck, all of it throbs and heaves, like her bones are melting in on each other, like they couldn’t support her or her little one any longer, or maybe didn’t want to.
“Miss—Giddy—“ she huffs out, mouth dry with sand. But her teacher-mother isn’t there. It is only her mind, her thoughts drowning in the ever-nearing roar of engines, the thick, choking scent of guzzoline. She is alone between monsters made of metal, her baby wishing to be out into the awful world, her chest screaming with tight agony, and all she wants is the strength to push herself off from the sand and back into her sisters’ waiting arms.
“Grab her,” Joe yells out into the dry air, voice thick with anger, but void of emotion. How much feeling could one have for a plaything, anyways? They get dirty and torn and you throw them away.
But Splendid is no longer the spoilt boy’s plaything, so she grits her teeth, stands on shaking and searing legs, holds her hands up into the dry air, and screams with all the breath in her lungs towards the disappearing War Rig, “I’m alive!”
The words ring out hot and clear, the blue skies ignoring the gag in the back of her throat, the choke of dirt and blood rising in her gullet. It lets the words travel, all the way back to the War Rig rumbling into the horizon, and Splendid holds her breath until a familiar shock of brilliant red appears outside the cab of the truck.
The sound of brakes crunching against sand brings a garbled laugh to her lips. She stumbles forward, her belly throwing her off balance as it often does, and a gout of blood travels down her leg followed by a sharp pain. “I’m alive,” she says again, falling to her knees, the grit digging into her flesh. The road melts in front of her, Joe yells from behind, and the Splendid Angharad closes her eyes, the fire of Capable’s hair still burned into memory.
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Hot, too hot, she thinks before even opening her eyes, the blankets covering her body soaked in sweat. The world smells like metal. “Water,” she croaks, and a tin cup touches her lips.
“Our brilliant Splendid,” the Dag says from her left, tipping the cup a bit more for her. “Is there a thing you cannot master?”
Splendid opens her eyes, gritty with grime. “What…have I mastered?”
“Staying alive,” Capable says from her right, voice hushed and gentle, and then Splendid knows, she just knows that the little one made it.
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