femslash drabble commentfic meme

[saiditallbefore]

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

Comments

[hebethen]

"There's no need to hide, darling." Ursula ran a hand over the gown's glittering bodice again and watched the little mermaid's silhouette, in the corner of the mirror, startle and shrink back. As if hair like hers could ever hope to hide in shadows, the pretty little fool.

Touching the nautilus, Ursula let the stolen voice unspool into the night, sweet and warm and summer-soft, just enough to snare a single mind. The girl came out of hiding then, the whole wretched split-tailed landwalker length of her, and before her own reflection could give the game away Ursula surged in front of her and seized her hand. "So pleased to meet you," she said, smiling maybe a little too wide, shoving as much silk and velvet as she could into the Vanessa-voice.

The girl blinked, uncertain; her throat worked and her gaze slid away.

"No, no," Ursula chided. She tucked a finger under the girl's chin, tilting it back. "We look each other in the face here, don't we?"

There was a question in those eyes -- the start of Do I know you? -- but against Ursula's own piercing gaze it faded back, faded black, swallowed to benthic depths. Tension slipped from the girl's shoulder. She felt light as seafoam as Ursula guided her over to the bed and sat her down; her eyes followed Ursula's all the while, lost in heedless trance.

Ursula found that she was no more able to look away herself. The girl was a sight there, dimpled into the pearly satin sheets: her hair was a flame, her back a sunset arc. She burned -- Ursula burned. She -- they -- lacked only for the ocean's cool embrace.

"No," Ursula repeated softly, then, softer than any silk or velvet, "no, I won't be giving up what's mine by right."

[chacusha]

Oh beautiful writing! *_* I love Ursula putting her into a trance here (with her own voice!), and I love this image in particular: The girl was a sight there, dimpled into the pearly satin sheets: her hair was a flame, her back a sunset arc. Lovely! Thank you for this <3

[hebethen]

Thank you for the prompt, and the kind words! On reflection I think the sea-witch archetype just really fascinates me.