femslash drabble commentfic meme
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Thanks for joining me in this femslash drabble meme!
Rules:
- A drabble is defined as strictly 100 words. This can vary slightly on different word processors, so use your best judgment. Double drabbles (200 words exactly) and triple drabbles (300 words exactly) are allowed, as are drabble sequences (a related series of single, double or triple drabbles).
- All prompts and drabbles must be about a sexual or romantic relationship between two or more women. Any f/f(/f+) pairing from any fandom is welcome.
- Genderbent characters/pairings are allowed, as long as they are genderbent to be f/f.
- RPF is allowed, so long as all requested characters are 18+ and are notable in their own right.
- Please link all fills in the fills thread. Multiple and self-fills are welcome. If you are cross-posting from ao3, no additional warnings are necessary. If you are posting directly in the comments, please include any necessary content warnings.
- The meme is open for prompts and fills through April 30th.
Example prompts:
- Greta/Carson (A League of Their Own TV), say you'll see me again / even if it's just in your wildest dreams
- Andy/OFC (The Old Guard), across enemy lines
- River Song (Doctor Who)/Chelli Lona Aphra (Star Wars), ancient history
- F!Lan/Nynaeve, devotion
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Date: 2023-02-28 05:45 pm (UTC)Re: Thoughts/Questions
Date: 2023-05-01 04:09 pm (UTC)Any, Any/Any
Date: 2023-02-28 05:45 pm (UTC)Prompt: lace
Re: Any, Any/Any - Emma/Arabella, Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell
Date: 2023-03-01 08:21 pm (UTC)Arabella squeezed her own tired eyes shut. The magpie-feathered dancer leading her laughed a mocking chatter at her expression and gave her a sudden twirl, hard and vertiginous -- her hand slipped from the fairy's, or perhaps the fairy released her, and Arabella found herself stumbling unguided through the press of fey flesh, wild magic clamoring at her senses.
A hand stilled her -- brittle-boned, clammy-skinned, yet so humanly warm that Arabella clutched at it like a drowning woman as she steadied herself. She raised her eyes to meet Lady Pole's. Lace rustled over Arabella's fingers, her wrist, as the lady drew her closer.
"They won't catch you if you fall, you know," said Lady Pole brusquely. "They find it amusing."
"I know," Arabella sighed. "I know. Thank you, Lady Pole."
"You must keep your hold more firmly," the lady insisted. "Like so." She curled her fingers through Arabella's and spread the other hand, with its missing finger, against her back. Lace kissed Arabella's throat before giving way to her solidity.
Arabella held on.
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Date: 2023-02-28 05:46 pm (UTC)Prompt: kissing in the rain
Fill: The Wilds, Shelby/Toni, PG
Date: 2023-03-14 02:41 pm (UTC)“I’m fine, just help me up,” Toni says, extending a hand. She yanks Shelby down on top of her on the cold, wet ground. “A sucker born every day, baby.”
Shelby groans, resting her warm weight on top of Toni. Her hair drips into Toni’s eyes, and the mud and leaves squishing around them smell like ass, but Toni will take whatever time alone they can get.
“That’s the last time I try to be romantic,” Shelby says. “Kissing upside down in the rain was so much sexier in Spider-Man.” They both gaze up at the broken tree branch Toni fell down from before they could even lock lips. “How’s your back?”
“My back is fine, but you should probably kiss it better,” Toni says, rolling them over so Shelby can feel the brunt of the wet brush. “Kiss some other things, too.”
Shelby’s eyes flash with heat and mischief. It looks good on her. “Come here. Let’s try again.”
This time, the kiss is perfect.
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From:Song of the Lioness, Alanna/Any
Date: 2023-02-28 06:27 pm (UTC)I'm happy to read whatever, but if you'd like a jumping-off point: negotiation
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Date: 2023-03-01 05:40 am (UTC)Now I’m dying of my life. Now I’m alive inside my death.
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Date: 2023-03-01 05:43 am (UTC)i love you. i cant tell you. the sun on your face will do it for me.
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Date: 2023-03-01 05:44 am (UTC)it is difficult to think of you without me in the sentence
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Date: 2023-03-01 05:54 am (UTC)promise
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Date: 2023-03-01 05:55 am (UTC)You'll never recover from that kind of devotion.
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Date: 2023-03-01 06:41 am (UTC)Locked Tomb, Gideon/Harrow, G
Date: 2023-03-01 03:50 pm (UTC)"At least we're lost together," she said.
"I know precisely where I'm going," Harrow snapped. "You're the one who is lost. I could walk away from you right now and then I'd be neither together nor lost, and probably much happier for it."
"Hmm," said Gideon. "Except you haven't."
"Not yet."
"What, would you miss me?"
Harrow deigned only to sniff.
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Date: 2023-03-01 10:08 am (UTC)Prompt: "softness is new to me"
"Softness is new to me" Milo/Anna, Triangle Strategy
Date: 2023-03-02 05:57 am (UTC)“Me as well,” Anna says.
“There is no need to be coy. I’ve feasted in the place you call home.”
“Warmth. Belonging. These things don’t need to be soft. That’s what I’ve learned as a spy for House Wolffort.”
There is no trace of bitterness in her voice. Like it’s only natural for a knife to spread butter as easily as blood.
Milo settles back on her pillow and lets the treatment continue.
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Date: 2023-03-01 04:38 pm (UTC)pretend I didn't forget this entirely 😅
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Date: 2023-03-01 08:22 pm (UTC)Am I doing it right!? It's been a gadzook of ages...
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Date: 2023-03-02 09:43 pm (UTC)MCU, Mantis/Nebula, Autonomy
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Date: 2023-03-03 09:32 am (UTC)Kaycee/Grimora, Inscryption
Date: 2023-03-04 12:50 am (UTC)And as if the name were an invocation, there you are, yourself, suddenly-and-always, sundered from the ghost you wrote into the game.
"Hello, Grimora."
(Your voice, lonely in the stillness, feels like it should scrape and croak. It doesn't. It's your voice, as it ever was, light and crisp-voweled and slightly nasal even to your own ears.)
"Welcome back, my dear." The tolling of a midnight bell. "Come, come... it's been too long since we've had you!" A crypt-door creaking open.
You approach, shivering. The Kaycee-character's wisps of burial shroud offer little protection against the chill. "Are we really still here? Have you found another way -- or this is the afterlife somehow?" A laugh explodes from you, abrupt as a sneeze. "God, if it is!"
"No, dear, I'm afraid it's bad news all around." Bone dice clattering. "We must start over. Would you help us again?"
"Of course," you say automatically. This close, her presence is paradoxical, at once death's inevitable inertia and the gently alluring promise of peaceful rest.
Cool, papery fingers slip under your chin. Rustling pages. "Then, please, accept my blessing."
Overwhelmed, you close your eyes rather than meet the white-hot glow of hers, and submit to her wordless guidance until you're kneeling on the rough-grained tiles. Her lips press against your forehead, inking their imprint in shining black.
"Rise," Grimora says, tender. You aren't cold anymore.
You rise. On impulse, you pull her hand toward yourself and press your own lips to it.
You could meet her gaze now, if you wanted, protected by her blessing. You don't; you know she could read you like a book if you did.
You sneak a glance from beneath your lashes, and suspect she already has.