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Title: Who Vivienne loved
Fandom: Dragon Age: Inquisition
Pairing: unrequited Female Trevelyan/Vivienne
Rating: T
Prompt: #100|#081 - jealous
Word count: 1000
Summary: Evelyn was no fool, she knew that Vivienne’s feelings for Duke Bastien were genuine, and as such, Vivienne would never as much as look at her while the Duke was still alive.

Evelyn was no fool, she knew that Vivienne’s feelings for Duke Bastien were genuine, and as such, Vivienne would never as much as look at her while the Duke was still alive.

Vivienne hadn’t related her rejection of the Inquisitor to the Duke, but it was clear, once Evelyn grew closer to her, that what at first seemed to be a convenient relationship to increase Vivienne’s status and influence was actually founded on real feelings, at least on Vivienne’s part.

However, Vivienne was a practical woman, and if those inconvenient feelings were taken out of the way, she might be persuaded to see the advantages of being in a relationship with someone as influential as the Inquisitor. After all, Evelyn had some suspicions that Vivienne could be made to be a strong candidate for the next Divine, if the right favors were called, and of course, having the public support of the Inquisitor. And if Evelyn knew that, the thought must have crossed Vivienne’s mind as well. It was just one of the many things she could do for Vivienne, if she would allow herself to be placed under Evelyn’s protection.

A relationship between them could be beneficial for both, in a political sense, but for Evelyn it wasn’t just a political issue. At first, she just thought that Vivienne was fascinating. She was like no mage Evelyn had ever met, so in control, and so apt to dealing with the political game of Orlais. As a Templar, Evelyn had heard many things about Vivienne, from inside the Order and by listening to comments made by mages, and so, when she went to recruit her, she couldn’t help but feel very small under the presence of Vivienne.

Evelyn had never imagined she would fall for a mage, after dedicating her life to keep them in check and seeing first hand how dangerous they could be even when under control. However, Vivienne never disputed that the Circle was the best place for mages, she understood how necessary the Circles were and how they kept everyone safe, even the mages themselves. Vivienne even stayed to lead the mages after so many escaped and the war started, because she knew that the Circle was where mages were supposed to stay. Even though she was a mage, she had proven to Evelyn that she could be trusted.

Still, she had to go and fall for the Duke. Evelyn saw that as the one mistake Vivienne had made, because, although the Duke’s position offered her some advantages, she could have so much more now, and tieing herself to a lover for so long decreased her chances of advancing her position.

However, the Duke was old, and he wouldn’t be a problem for much longer, or so Evelyn hoped. She couldn’t stand the thought of being rejected in favor of him, and knowing that Vivienne loved him filled her with jealousy. Evelyn wasn’t used to not having what she wanted, not for long anyway, and this wouldn’t be the exception. She wouldn’t have the Duke killed, the risk of Vivienne discovering what she had done was too high, but she just need to wait for the perfect opportunity to do away with him, and then she could have Vivienne for herself.

And the opportunity presented herself when Vivienne asked her for the heart of a snowy wyvern.

Unlike most of her colleagues, she didn’t avoid all knowledge of magic. She knew it was dangerous, of course, and was glad she wasn’t one of the poor souls cursed with magic, but she didn’t allow her fear to turn into ignorance. It was exactly because magic was dangerous that she should learn all she could about it. So, it was easy to discover what Vivienne wanted with such a rare ingredient, and from that, it wasn’t a great leap of logic to assume that she expected the potion to cure someone. After all, Vivienne was certainly beautiful, and could be somewhat vain, but she wouldn’t go so far as to use magic to keep her youthful appearance, Evelyn was sure she wasn’t careless enough to try something like that. Evelyn could ask Leliana to get information on Duke Bastien’s health, but would leave a trail for Vivienne to follow later, when she was heartbroken over the loss of her lover, and Evelyn didn’t want that, so she would have to just hope that the potion was meant for the Duke, and that his condition was serious enough for him not to survive without it.

Evelyn would normally hate plans like that, made quickly, without all the information, but it was the opportunity she was hoping for, and she wouldn’t allow it to go to waste. She couldn’t refuse to help Vivienne, because that would place her as the cause for Duke Bastien’s death, and she didn’t want that. She wanted to be there to comfort Vivienne when he died, and then to direct Vivienne to love her like she loved her, and the only way for that to happen was if Evelyn had done everything possible to help, and the Duke still died. Taking too long to complete the mission was a bad idea as well because it would have Vivienne thinking that, if she had acted faster, the Duke would have lived.

So, the only alternative was to find a heart that was similar enough to trick Vivienne into using it to produce the potion. An enchantress as powerful as Vivienne wouldn’t be tricked by anything, though. The only thing close enough to the heart of a snowy wyvern to trick Vivienne was the heart of a common wyvern, so she would have to acquire that, without the rest of her party noticing. Perhaps she could both a snowy wyvern and a common one, and bring back parts of both, just to give Vivienne the wrong heart. If she could do that, then the Duke would finally be out of the way, and Vivienne could be hers.


Title: Stop before it begins
Fandom: Star Trek Deep Space Nine
Pairing: Jadzia Dax/Lenara Kahn
Rating: T
Prompt: #100|#082 - stop
Word count: 100
Summary: This had to stop before it could begin.

This had to stop before it could begin, or she wouldn’t be able to move away from Jadzia, and she had to. She loved Jadzia, perhaps even more than she had loved Torias, and that was why she couldn’t allow Jadzia to throw away Dax’s life, Lenara needed Jadzia to continue existing long after she was gone. It was a painful decision, but she had to be the one to put a stop to this, be the rational one. Dax would always follow her heart no matter what, so Lenara couldn’t have that luxury, as much as that pained her.


Title: Haunted
Fandom: Crossing Lines
Pairing: Anne-Marie San/Eva Vittoria
Rating: T
Prompt: #100|#083 - ghost
Word count: 100
Summary: It was like being haunted by Anne-Marie’s ghost.

It was like being haunted by Anne-Marie’s ghost, minus the ghost. Her presence was palpable, in every aspect of Eva’s life. The office and her home became toxic places, constant reminders of the person she lost. Maybe they should never have gotten close, getting involved with a coworker was always a recipe for disaster, and it just happened to blow up sooner, and in a different way than it was to be expected. Everything reminded her of Anne-Marie, and she couldn’t even cut those ties because then Eva would have nothing left of her. All she could do was grieve.


Title: A drink with a friend
Fandom: Quantico
Pairing: Alex Parrish/Shelby Wyatt
Rating: G
Prompt: #100|#084 - drink
Word count: 100
Summary: It was more than just a drink.

Alex was just having a drink with a friend, with whom she had been through a lot, over the past couple years. Right, Alex couldn’t even lie to herself, let alone deny that Shelby also knew this was different. It was new territory, but they had been through too much for it to be scary. The good thing was, they knew each other too well, the good and the bad, for anything to come between them. This was walking into something with both eyes opened, and it was a new experience for them. Hopefully, it would be a good one.


Title: A difficult decision
Fandom: Luke Cage
Pairing: Misty Knight/Claire Temple
Rating: M
Prompt: #100|#085 - blood
Word count: 1000
Summary: There was nothing Claire could do to save Misty’s arm.

There was so much blood. Blood everywhere, she couldn’t even track where it was coming from, and even if she did, there was no way of knowing if she would be able to stop the bleeding in time. This reminded her of another occasion, so long ago, when Misty had been shot on that same arm, and Claire, by some miracle, had managed to save her inside their barely lit hiding place. It didn’t seem like the miracle was about to repeat itself, not that day, and Claire didn’t know what to do. She was allowing her emotions, her feelings for Misty to get in the way of making a decision.

When this happened before, they barely even knew each other, and it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that they disliked each other. However, they had gone close over the months, closer than they ever expected to be, and now this was clouding Claire’s judgment.

Misty’s arm was crushed under a large piece of concrete, blood flowing freely where the concrete had breached the skin, and the ambulance was still fifteen minutes out, if they were lucky. The solution to Misty’s blood loss was obvious, but Claire didn’t want to think about the obvious, she wanted an impossible solution, one that would allow her to save Misty’s arm, even though all her medical knowledge told her it was impossible.

Even if Misty didn’t bleed out before the ambulance arrived, her arm had been under the concrete for too long, they couldn’t lift it, or even break the arm free, without risking crush syndrome, and that would kill her as surely as the blood loss. Even if it hadn’t been to long, she could see the arm was crushed before all hope of repair, cut nearly to the bone on impact. It was too late to get her out in one piece, it had been too late since the moment the building started falling on them, and it was sheer dumb luck that they hadn’t died before the rumble stabilized.

Misty wasn’t even awake to help her make this call, to support her. After this long, she had gotten used to looking at Misty for support, and she felt alone now, even though she had her fingers inside Misty’s arm, trying to stop the bleeding.

If Claire didn’t make a decision, time would make one for her. Misty didn’t have fifteen minutes, not unless the bleeding could be completely stopped, and there was only one way of doing that, short of amputating the arm, and she didn’t have the tools for an amputation, nor was she sure that she could do it to someone she loved, at least not like this, alone in the field, having to make a decision that would most likely make Misty hate her for it. She had to cut blood flow to the region, completely, just sever the arm’s blood supply, using something not unlike the torniquetes people made when they didn’t know what they were doing, and that usually caused more harm than good. Of course, in this case, depriving the limb of blood was the intended result, not an unwanted consequences of a well-meaning action taken in ignorance. She was horrified to even think about it, but it was the only chance Misty had of staying alive long enough for the ambulance to rescue her, and it could buy the paramedics enough time to do the amputation.

Claire wished she could ask Misty permission, or at least explain to her what was happening, but Misty had long since lost conscious, which was probably for the best. Claire knew the science behind the injury, and she had had a few patients in that situation, but she still couldn’t even imagine the pain Misty would be through if she were to wake up, at least unconscious she was protected from part of the effect, although not all; with an injury like this, she would probably still be in tremendous pain, even unconscious. Still, Misty had held on, for as long as she could, to conscience, and in the end, it was the blood loss, not the pain, that defeated her.

Claire took her belt and tied it around the arm, as close to the concrete as she possibly could, there was no point in killing more of the limb than it was strictly necessary, and she knew whatever Misty could keep would probably make the use of prosthetics easier, even though that wasn’t Claire’s specialty.

She wondered if Misty would hate her for it, never want to see her again, but in the end, it didn’t mattered. She wanted Misty to live more than she cared about her own feelings, and she was a nurse above all else, her job, no, more than that, her calling was to save lives. And Misty would live, she wasn’t about to allow Misty to just die in a dusty condemned building that had mostly fallen over their heads. No, Misty would get to a hospital, safe, where she would recover, and maybe hate Claire for what she had to do to save Misty’s life, but the important thing was that she would live.

It was the first time Claire had to make such a big decision for someone she cared about, and it was as difficult as she thought it would be. This was why doctors and nurses couldn’t work on their relatives and loved ones, it was too easy to have one’s judgment clouded by feelings, because medicine sometimes was about making compromises to make sure the patient would survive in the best possible shape, but how could anyone want anything other than someone they loved to recover fully?

She just hoped that Misty would recover, in whatever shape that was possible now. And that, perhaps, one day she could forgive Claire for making the hard choice needed to keep her alive. But even if Misty didn’t, Claire would still be content for having saved Misty’s life.


Title: Sweaty and flushed
Fandom: Dragon Age Inquisition
Pairing: Cassandra/Female Lavellan
Rating: T
Prompt: #100|#086 - sweat
Word count: 1000
Summary: Ellana liked to watch Cassandra train.

Cassandra was a warrior, and that was made evident in every aspect of her life, even if in some more than in others. She was strong and dedicated, and could always be found training for several hours each day, starting early in the morning while most of Skyhold’s population was still asleep.

Ellana admired that, and admired was both the exact right word and not quite described what she did. There were many ways a mage’s training was different from a warrior’s, even though neither could be considered harder or more demanding. Ellana herself trained almost as much, although she would prioritize working on her spells over sparing. Sparing always made her kind of nervous that she would end up frying someone by accident, even if not using a magical staff, although that even happened once and didn’t produce any casualties.

Still, Cassandra’s training routine was fascinating for her, in a way that was hard to explain. Ellana liked to wake up earlier just to sit around back and watch Cassandra destroy training dummies and targets, which was saying something, since she wasn’t a morning person.

Cassandra knew she was there, of course, despite Ellana usually staying out of sight. It would be next to impossible to sneak up on her, especially when he adrenaline was high from practice, and Ellana was never very good at stealth, that was for rogues.

The first few times, Cassandra asked her why she was there, but Ellana could never explain that in a satisfactory manner. So, after a while, Cassandra decided it was best not to press her and just accept her presence. It wasn’t as if she didn’t enjoy Ellana’s company, even if it was a little weird performing a repetitive routine every day with someone else looking.

It wasn’t that Ellana didn’t want to explain, was that she didn’t know how. How could she possibly try to make sense of it to herself, let alone make a coherent explanation to someone else? She had never before seen a human with such raw power that wasn’t a threat, there was that of course, but it wasn’t the only reason.

Ellana never paid much attention to other people training before. In her clan, hunters mostly trained in the woods, other mages resented her for her magical aptitude, and most of their warriors were either young men or older than her mother, so either way, she never found the idea of watching someone else train appealing.

But Cassandra… Cassandra was nothing if not appealing, in a way that made Ellana flustered every time she tried to explain. Ellan wasn’t very good at articulating this kind of thing, but Cassandra wasn’t either, which was probably why things worked so well between them. And probably why they got as far as their fifth date before realizing they were dating, although in both of their defenses, they didn’t have much in the way of experience, and dating was complicated, even if Ellana had been following Varric’s advice on how to court someone and just didn’t have any idea if it was working. Or, wait, maybe it was more complicated because of it.

Ellana simply like watching Cassandra train. The way she focused on the target like nothing else in the world mattered, how powerful her blows were, the way she screamed and grunted, and kept going, even as she started to build up some sweat. Ellana would follow the drops with her eyes, as the rolled down Cassandra’s neck and to her back, and would most certainly not think about ripping those clothes and tracing the path of those drops with her tongue. Or maybe she would, but just a little, not enough to be weird or anything. Although Cassandra was her girlfriend, so a little fantasying was probably fine, even if Ellana still feared that the sweat thing would be a bit weird.

And then, if she allowed her mind to wander, she would picture Cassandra coming at her like she was that target. All the ferocity but none of the hatred that went on in a battle. She would love to be the focus of all that power and ferocity and intensity. Have Cassandra pound her hard against the closest study surface available until it broke, grunting and growling like she was now.

Oh yes, more often than not, those training sessions would evolve into elaborate fantasies that would make Ellana blush, if not for the fact they were the only ones there so early in the morning, so a little privacy could be expected. She wondered if she would one day be able to convince Cassandra that no one would catch them out there, but Cassandra seemed too much of a romantic to go for the whole ‘let’s try not to get caught’ routine.

Still, just thinking about Cassandra just after training, all sweaty and flushed, high from the adrenaline and breathing heavily, gave Ellana the tingles. This was never something she thought she would like, but it was just one more in a long list of things she was learning about herself with Cassandra. She wished she could explain all that without it sounding weird, but that didn’t seem very likely. Ellana was never very good with words, it was a nightmare for poor Josephine that had to run around fixing all the diplomatic problems she caused by saying the wrong thing at the wrong time.

Even so, she could try her hand at communicating, if what she was trying to communicate was that she needed Cassandra to go along with her to her bedroom. Preferably without taking a shower first, that would be nice. She thought she could convince Cassandra to do that. She could even throw in a nice post-coital wine and dine experience to make the deal sweeter, make things a little more romantic. Yes, that sounded like a nice plan, one that she would like to implement that very second, before she went back to the whole outdoors idea.


Title: End in tears
Fandom: Person of Interest
Pairing: Sameen Shaw/Root
Rating: T
Warning: Canon Character Death
Prompt: #100|#087 - tears
Word count: 100
Summary: It was always supposed to end in tears.

It was always supposed to end in tears, because people like them couldn’t just be happy, not as long as they were more willing to fight for what was right than they were to protect their own lives. It was always supposed to end in tears, but they still tried, still fell in love, still did all they could to stay together for as long as they could. Sameen always thought she would be the one to go, holding two guns against far too many enemies to defeat. It was always supposed to end in tears, but not like this.


Title: Poetry and folk songs
Fandom: Dragon Age: Inquisition
Pairing: Josephine Montilyet/Female Cadash
Rating: G
Prompt: #100|#088 - poetry
Word count: 100
Summary: Malika tries to remember some poetry.

They were outside, having a nice little picnic.

“Do you know any poetry?” Josephine asked, laying her head on Malika’s lap.

“Poetry?” Malika asked panicked, she couldn’t concentrate with Josephine so close.

“Anything would do, a lovely afternoon such as this asks for poetry.”

She remembered studying epic poetry, learning entire stories by heart, all gone now. She started singing the first thing in her mind. “Uh… Nug sits in the mud, nug wiggles his ears, you catch the nug, he slips away! Nug gets to live another day!”

Josephine sat up, one eyebrow raised. “Is that a drinking song?”


Title: Lost and found
Fandom: Dragon Age: Origins
Pairing: Morrigan/Female Amell
Rating: G
Prompt: #100|#089 - lost/found
Word count: 100
Summary: They were all lost, in their own way.

They were all lost, in their own way. Lost because they didn’t know their place in the world, didn’t know themselves, didn’t know what the future held for them. Solona didn’t even know how to live outside the Circle, or how to be a mage without the system put in place to keep her in check. She was lost, and then Morrigan found her, and even though she had her own interests in mind, she helped Solona find herself. And now, what Solona wished the most was a chance to repay the favor, to help Morrigan find her own path.


Title: Troublemaker
Fandom: Dragon Age: Inquisition
Pairing: Josephine Montilyet/Female Trevelyan
Rating: G
Prompt: #100|#091 - trouble
Word count: 100
Summary: Evelyn was never one to run away from trouble.

Evelyn was never one to run away from trouble, and she wouldn’t be stopped by a little something like her girlfriend’s engagement to someone else, not if Josephine didn’t want to get married. She was always the troublemaker in her family anyway, her parents would probably not even be surprised when they heard she challenged some noble to a duel over the hand disgraced merchant, they would probably be relieved it wasn’t worse. At least she could try to play this as romantic, and in any case, she never approved of marriages that couldn’t be freely canceled by either party.


Title: Promise to come back
Fandom: Black Mirror
Pairing: Karin Parke/Blue Coulson
Rating: T
Prompt: #100|#092 - promise
Word count: 100
Summary: She kept believing Blue would come back.

Despite the radio silence, Karin still hoped Blue would come back. She had promised her, before explaining about her absurd plan, to get justice on her own. Blue promised to come back after she had done what needed to be done, and Karin believed her. No matter how many times she had to repeat the public lie, say Blue was dead, she still believed she would come back home safe and sound. Karin believed, she would keep believing, no matter how long had passed since Blue’s last message, since she last had any news of her. She would keep believing.


Title: Goodbye message
Fandom: Code Black
Pairing: Malaya Pineda/Eva
Rating: G
Prompt: #100|#093 - message
Word count: 100
Summary: Eva didn’t even talk to her before leaving.

Eva didn’t even talk to her before leaving, she just left her a message explaining they needed a break. She wasn’t even surprised, not really, after everything that happened the previous year, she threw herself at her work not to have to think about things, and that meant she never had any time to spend with Eva. She couldn’t even remember the last time they saw each other while awake, probably weeks before. This came as no surprise, but she was still hurt. She wished she had done things differently, but it was too late for all of that now.


Title: Spots
Fandom: Star Trek Deep Space 9
Pairing: Jadzia Dax/Kira Nerys
Rating: T
Prompt: #100|#094 - skin
Word count: 100
Summary: Nerys would never get tired of Jadzia’s spots.

Nerys would never get tired of Jadzia’s spots. She would trace their loops, from one to the other, forehead to the sole of the foot on one side, then going back up on the other side, stopping along the way to leave random kisses. Jadzia loved being the focus of her attention in such way, feeling cherished and admired, and she would guarantee that Nerys felt the same way, kissing and caressing and idolizing Nerys’ skin, making her feel as loved as she made Jadzia feel. It was a rare ritual, reserved for special occasions, but that they both loved.


Title: Take her breath away
Fandom: Dragon Age: Origins
Pairing: Leliana/Female Tabris
Rating: T
Prompt: #100|#095 - breath
Word count: 100
Summary: Leliana took her breath away.

Leliana took her breath away. Kallian had never met anyone like Leliana, who could disarm her with a simple smile, or the way she would push a lock of hair away from her face, or how she would gush about shoes on moment and transform into this efficient killer the next. It was hard to even concentrate near her, all Leliana had to do was look at her and then suddenly Kallian could feel her knees weaken. Of all the surprised the last few months brought to her, that Leliana could love her back was the only ray of sunshine.


Title: What should have been
Fandom: Ghostbusters
Pairing: Abby/Erin
Rating: G
Prompt: #100|#096 - win/lose
Word count: 100
Summary: They should have been together.

They should have been together, win or lose, proof or no proof, no matter who was standing in their way. They would be the first ones to prove the existence of ghosts, their names would go down on history, together. It was supposed to have been like that. Them against the world, for better or worse, no matter what. That is, until Erin decided it wasn’t enough, that they weren’t enough, or that having a career was more important than seeking the truth and vindication. They should have been together, for better or worse, but that was not what happened.


Title: Hunting dragons
Fandom: Dragon Age: Inquisition
Pairing: Cassandra Pentaghast/Female Adaar
Rating: T
Prompt: #100|#097 - tooth and claw
Word count: 100
Summary: The beast was tooth and claw and powerful muscle, and they would tear it apart.

The beast was tooth and claw and powerful muscle, and they would tear it apart. Cassandra attacked it viciously, even though she would deny that hunting dragons was different from any other battle. Herah loved battling dragons, something primal was awaken in her during those battles, and this one was special, because she wanted a tooth to gift to Cassandra. The twin necklaces made from a dragon’s tooth were always special, but slaying the beast together only imbued them with more significance. Cassandra wouldn’t know what they meant, but she would still understand, as she too was a dragon hunter.


Title: Walls
Fandom: Star Trek Deep Space 9
Pairing: Ezri Dax/Kira Nerys
Rating: G
Prompt: #100|#098 - walls
Word count: 100
Summary: She built walls to protect herself.

Nerys built walls to protect herself from the outside world, and only a select few were allowed past her defenses. It was strange for Ezri, having to navigate her way back, it wasn’t like recovering all of Dax’s other friendships. She had to recover Nerys’ trust in her, and that was no easy task. Ezri had to prove she was someone else, but still the same person in most of the ways that really counted, if she wanted to recover the relationship they had. Any hope she could have of a future relationship depended on navigating past Nerys defensive walls.


Title: Leaders
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Pairing: Teyla Emmagan/Elizabeth Weir
Rating: G
Prompt: #100|#099 - ocean
Word count: 100
Summary: They lived in a city in the middle of the ocean.

They lived in a city in the middle of the ocean. For Elizabeth, a millenar alien city in another galaxy. For Teyla, the legendary city of the ancestors. It was too much to process, at times, and they had to be leaders to their people. They couldn’t hesitate or show incertitude, not in front of everyone else, it was one of many burdens of leadership, not having the same freedom enjoyed by all. Luckily, they had each other to count on, to confide their insecurities and fear. When all else proved to be overwhelming, at least they had each other.
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Title: The Wrong Choice
Fandom: Eye for an Eye (1996)
Pairing: Angel Kosinsky/Michelle
Rating: T
Prompt: #100|#061 - choice
Word count: 1000
Summary: It all came down to choices.

It all came down to choices. People in horrible situations had to make difficult choices, it was something she saw everyday in her line of work, especially when she was working undercover. Of course, whatever were the circumstances, they didn’t excuse the people that made the wrong choice, but they did make it easier to understand those people’s mistakes.

She had choices to make too, every step of the way. It was one of the hardest things about being undercover. The difficult lines she had to navigate, of how much to interfere. No interference was impossible, simply by being there she was already disrupting the group, so she had to chose how far that disruption would go.

Some agents, when they go undercover, try to push people into action without actually doing that. Stimulating them just enough so it wouldn’t be thrown out in court, toying with the legal boundaries of entrapment just so they could close their cases faster, consequences be damned. She wasn’t like that, it didn’t seem right to be rooting for someone to be murdered just so she could move one case to the closed pile. But she normally wouldn’t have tried to stop people from acting either. Doing so would break her cover more often than not, and would just mean that people wouldn’t trust her.

It was a difficult balance. Inaction was impossible by design, and the wrong choice between stimulating and disencouraging action could have dire consequences.

She shouldn’t have told Karen anything, she was risking the whole operation just to keep Karen from throwing her life away. Angel wasn’t sure why she had done that, maybe because unlike so many parents, Karen still had a living child, younger than Sean, that needed her, maybe because she saw how unjust the whole situation was, how that prosecutor’s incompetence lead to a rapist and a murderer to walk free to do that again.

She wasn’t counting on Karen just showing up to her house and seeing Sean. Angel had honestly hoped that her words would be taken as the desperate advice of a friend and that her cover would remain intact, but it had been a bad gamble. Telling Karen the truth had the potential to be even worse, but Angel couldn’t just let her go back to the group without an explanation, that was sure to ruin the operation and possibly end her chances at another undercover opportunity any time soon.

Involving Michelle in it had also been a mistake, it would be so much easier to pretend she was divorced, the death of a child is a common enough justification to end a marriage, but Karen got her by surprise, and her training taught her that, when in doubt, the best solution is to give the closest thing possible to the reality. Contradictions and hesitation are what get you when you have a cover to maintain, so keeping things close to the truth helped with those.

However, it would be pointless to go over everything that she thought she did wrong, because it wouldn’t change the outcome. Her contact in Santa Monica PD told her what had happened as soon as they got the call. Over the course of the weeks she managed to get the names of all the killers - convicted or alleged - from the parents at the group, and she had an eye out for anything that might happen to any one of them. She even asked her contact to pay extra attention to Doob, just in case.

Angel shouldn’t review the evidence, just warn her supervisor that she thought Karen was one of the people supplied by the group to enact vigilante justice on her daughter’s killer. But the police was looking at it like self-defense, and Doob was found at her house, so Angel couldn’t help a little bit of curiosity.

Everything looked just fine, Karen had a perfectly reasonable explanation for shooting him, and yet, when Angel talked to the detective in charge, she knew that he knew, even though he never said anything.

Later, Michelle would ask her about it. She was a smart woman, Angel always loved that about her, and the dots weren’t too hard to connect. Michelle would know that Karen had planned everything and would want to know what her wife would do about it.

This case had already lasted so long, and Karen’s confession could put an end to this vigilante group before the next kill. But she would never talk, Angel was sure of this, and they wouldn’t be able to prove any of this in court. There’s a big difference between having a gut feeling and having hard evidence to back it up, if that weren’t the case, Karen wouldn’t even have been in that situation.

The only time they could talk, really talk, was when Sean was already asleep, and they were about to go to bed. Another problem with being undercover, the hours suck. She would like nothing more than to dismantle the whole group and close the case, but this wasn’t the break she was looking for, and besides, perhaps they would find some evidence on that drive-by shooting and that would be it.

It all came down to choices. And Karen made the wrong one, but was smart enough to protect herself. Perhaps seeing a killer get away with it twice for lack of evidence had inspired her. It was wrong, and Angel would never advocate for vigilante justice, but if the police was satisfied with it, and she had no evidence, what else could she do but accept it?

So, when Michelle asked her, when the lights were off and she was already half asleep, if she would flag Karen for her supervisor, she said no. It all came down to her choices as well. And she chose not to obsess over cases that couldn’t be proven, for her own sake.

At least if she was sure no more harm would come of it.


Title: In the shadows
Fandom: Dragon Age Inquisition
Pairing: Josephine Montilyet/Leliana
Rating: T
Prompt: #100|#062 - shadow
Word count: 100
Summary: They did their best work in the shadows.

They did their best work in the shadows, figurative or literal. Both of them worked better if their interventions weren’t known, protected either by the cover of night or by the social conventions and best interests of the parties involved that prevent any further conversation about what was done. Leliana and Josephine were two sides of the same coin, each using her expertise to exploit enemies and obtain what she wanted. It was only natural that they were drawn to one another, like opposing polarities urging to meet. And once they met, there was no way to pry them apart.


Title: Life outside the circle
Fandom: Dragon Age: Origins
Pairing: Leliana/Female Amell
Rating: G
Prompt: #100|#063 - window
Word count: 100
Summary: She would look out the windows and wonder about a life she couldn’t have.

For most of Solona’s life, she thought she would never see the outside of a circle tower. It wasn’t so uncommon for mages to spend their entire lives there, because they simply weren’t of any use to the Chantry, and she was afraid this was what was going to happen to her. She would look out the windows and wonder about a life she couldn’t have, and now she was free, and didn’t know what to do with that freedom. So, Leliana promised her, once their mission was over, they would travel, and Leliana would show Solona all she knew.


Title: Love is bliss
Fandom: Dragon Age Inquisition
Pairing: Sera/Dagna
Rating: G
Prompt: #100|#064 - bliss
Word count: 100
Summary: They had never been happier.

Sera and Dagna had never been happier than when they were together. Whoever said love was bliss must have felt like they did, because it was as if their world had suddenly exploded in color and joy. Sera hadn’t expected to fall in love so quickly and so completely, but there was no way to keep herself from being taken by Dagna’s sweet personality and passionate focus, and Dagna found in Sera someone to share in the excitements of her new life. They were perfect for each other, and they made each other happy. What else could they wish for?


Title: Too busy
Fandom: Jurassic World
Pairing: Claire Dearing/Zara
Rating: G
Prompt: #100|#065 - time
Word count: 100
Summary: They never had time to go out and meet anyone.

They never had time to go out and meet anyone. They were both occupied women who preferred to focus on their careers, Claire having an island to run, and Zara making sure that Claire had everything she needed to do her job efficiently. It seemed natural that they would find company in each other, even though they tried to strip it of meaning by claiming they were just too busy to go out and meet someone else. In the end, it was just an excuse, just a way to pretend their connection wasn’t what it was, and it didn’t work.


Title: Lay down your head and rest
Fandom: The Good Wife
Pairing: Alicia Florrick/Lucca
Rating: T
Prompt: #100|#066 - song (All Those Yesterdays - Pearl Jam)
Word count: 1000
Summary: Alicia had done enough.

Alicia couldn’t stand this anymore. Years, she spent years of her life fighting to rebuild her career, only to have that taken from her time and time again. It was too much, she couldn’t stand that anymore. She went to college because she was in love with the idea of law, but she returned to work because she didn’t have a choice, she had children to support and she was all alone. After all these years, she would have hoped that things wouldn’t be like this anymore, that she would at least enjoy some security, but that wasn’t the case. She was still struggling to get by, trying to build a client base, working under inadequate circumstances. At some point, wine had stopped being a comfort and came a necessity, and she didn’t want to think about what that meant.

It was all too much, and she was falling apart.

Lucca was the only one who saw that, the one person to be by her side when she was weak and vulnerable and crying because she didn’t know what to do. Lucca held her tight and promised to love her, promised to be everything Alicia needed. Lucca saw the ugliest part of her, the part that Alicia did her best to keep hidden from her friends, her family, her colleagues, and she wasn’t scared by it, she didn’t move away.

Instead, Lucca offered her the support she needed, holding her for what felt like hours, until Alicia didn’t feel anymore like her world was spinning out of control.

“I’m here for you,” she would say, over and over. “It’s ok, you can let go now, you have done enough, you are enough, you can rest now.” A litany of comfort words, spoken by someone who didn’t know how to comfort another person, who never had this experience, but who was willing to try, because Alicia needed her, Alicia needed this.

It wasn’t perfect. It wasn’t what Alicia thought love should be when she first met Will, or when she decided to marry Peter, or even when she started her affair with Will and was almost willing to let go of everything just to be with him. But this wasn’t what she thought her life would be like at this age. Over the years, she was surprised many times in discovering that what she wanted, what she needed, wasn’t what she thought she wanted, and after so many surprises, she was too tired to question this one.

For once, she didn’t care. She didn’t care about what everyone else would think, or about being tried in the court of public opinion, after everything that happened, she wasn’t even vaguely worried that the media might distort this, claim she left her husband because he lost the primaries, or that the entire marriage was a farce. She didn’t care anymore, she had faced too much, worried too much, maintained a public persona for too long, and now it didn’t matter anymore. The only opinion she cared about was her children, but they wouldn’t blame her for this, they knew what she had gone through.

Suddenly, it was as if every bad thing that had happened to her over the years was being washed away. All those yesterdays, filled with pain and stress, had passed, she survived them all and kept fighting, and now they were gone and she was still there. With all she had faced, she knew there was nothing in her future that she couldn’t stand, she would survive any future challenges as she had survived those in the past, and she would face them with her head straight and no hesitation.

She still had enough time, she wasn’t young by any measure, but she still had enough time. Diane, her mentor, her friend, her rival, had dedicated her life to work and found love when she was older than Alicia was now, and it was hard not to see how happy and in love she was. Time and age weren’t deterrents, she could still have a life.

But that was a problem for tomorrow, all the implications of realizing that Lucca was the one person who was there for her, of knowing now that Lucca would love her even though she was this mess of suppressed feelings and stress and regrets, all of that could wait.

For now, for those moments, that day, that night, all she wanted was to rest. Alicia wanted the world to stop still so she could just lay down her head on the curve of Lucca’s neck and stay there, ignoring everything else. Just for one day, she wanted to stop running from problems or running towards solutions, just stop, stop running and rest.

The last few years were a mixture of frenetically running around trying to keep her life from falling apart and numb memories from when she couldn’t make herself anymore even as she kept going, fueled by alcohol and the sense that she couldn’t just give up because she had people who depended on her, because she couldn’t count on her husband to be a father to their children so she had to do it all alone, but not anymore.

Zack was an adult, off to live his own life, and Grace was almost out the door as well. She did it, she did everything that was asked of her, she even supported Peter through his release from prison and return to politics and it wasn’t her fault that he dreamt too big and his pretensions had him falling so hard to the ground. She did everything that was asked of her, and now all she wanted to do was rest.

Lucca was right, she had done enough, she could stop now, rest and take her bearings. She had enough time for that. She could just stop and be comforted and loved and it was everything that she ever wanted, just not in the way she thought she would have wanted it.


Title: Potential
Fandom: The Librarians
Pairing: Cassandra Cillian/Morgan le Fey
Rating: G
Prompt: #100|#067 - school
Word count: 100
Summary: Ironically, she found someone with potential at the school.

Ironically, she found someone with potential at the school, just not one of the students. Then again, finding a librarian with such potential was even more surprising than finding a normal human who was worth anything. Now, it was just a matter of luring her away from her guardian, which couldn’t be that hard, if that guardian so easily chose saving those mortals over defeating her. And one of the many advantages of being immortal was that time was in her favor, if she were patient enough. She could have some fun with Cassandra, teaching her magic, among other things.


Title: Poison
Fandom: Dragon Age: Inquisition
Pairing: Josephine Montilyet/Female Adaar
Rating: G
Prompt: #100|#068 - poison
Word count: 100
Summary: Herah wore poison on her face.

Herah wore poison on her face when she fought, as was the way of her people, and although she was immune, she had to remember that not everyone else was. Which normally wouldn’t have been a problem, but she had fought against Josephine’s fiancé, and in her excitement over winning and releasing Josephine from her bond, she nearly forgot to keep her distance. She stopped halfway to a kiss, and held Josephine back, making a face. “Sorry,” she said, pointing at the general vicinity of her face. “I have to go take this off, I wouldn’t want to poison you.”


Title: Reversed roles
Fandom: Star Trek Deep Space 9
Pairing: Lenara Khan/Ezri Dax
Rating: G
Prompt: #100|#069 - reversal
Word count: 100
Summary: Lenara missed her chance.

This time, their roles were reversed. Lenara hadn’t heard of Jadzia’s passing until months after it happened, and went she did, she went to look for the new Dax as soon as she found a ship, but it was too late, she had missed her chance. Ezri was more cautious than Jadzia had been, even though her lack of training allowed her some leeway. While Jadzia would have given up all her future lives for Lenara, and even her career at Starfleet, Ezri wouldn’t even talk to her. All they could have been, all they could have had, was gone.


Title: Rough edges
Fandom: Jessica Jones
Pairing: Jessica Jones/Claire Temple
Rating: G
Prompt: #100|#071 - tender
Word count: 100
Summary: Jessica pretended to be all rough edges and thick skin.

Jessica pretended to be all rough edges and thick skin, but that was just a façade, and one that Claire saw through from the first time they met. It would be easy to dismiss Jessica as being distant and invulnerable, her powers and acidic personality would seem to indicate that, but she could be tender and caring. It took months for Claire to get her to open up, and Claire’s patience was wearing thin, but it was finally worth it. Claire always suspected that the person hiding behind those excuses and mistakes was better than Jessica herself seemed to believe.


Title: Erased
Fandom: Babylon 5
Pairing: Talia/Susan
Rating: G
Prompt: #100|#072 - forget
Word count: 100
Summary: Everything Talia was, was gone.

She didn’t understand how that could even be possible. Everything that Talia was, was gone forever. The new person who took her place didn’t forget, and that was perhaps the most painful part of all, that there was some stranger out there, with the memory of what Susan and Talia shared. It would almost be better if she had forgotten everything, even though that would mean that the last trace of Talia would disappear. At any rate, it wasn’t her choice, she lost Talia, and there was nothing to be done about that, but try to forget and move on.


Title: The city and the leader
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Pairing: Elizabeth Weir/Female Atlantis AI (OC)
Rating: T
Prompt: #100|#073 - city
Word count: 1000
Summary: Atlantis watched without interfering, until she could resist saving Elizabeth.

She saw everything that happened, but she couldn’t interfere, she didn’t have the power to do so, or the capability, even if she weren’t operating at minimum power. It was hard, knowing everything that happened inside her walls, but being powerless to help those she cared about, and she did care about them, the new ones. After so long alone, it was good to have people living there again, taking care of her, and allowing her to take care of them. It was how things were supposed to be, even if no one amongst them seemed capable of properly communicating with her.

She loved all of her citizens, especially those who could connect with her, even if only in a superficial way. Still, of all of them, she took interest in their leader. She saw rare qualities in her, and knew that she would be safe as long as that woman was there to protect her. Which was why she was devastated when the brightest of her citizens and the one who fixed her when she was broken came back without the leader.

She was hurt, then. Too broken to do anything to help them, weak and depleted. She could barely keep herself awake, the artificial intelligence program was efficient in its power consumption, enough so that none of her new citizens ever tried to shut it down to reduce consumption, even though she suspected they didn’t know she was there. The scientists would likely be disappointed with themselves, if they one day managed to find her, but there wasn’t any way for her to make herself known, so that wasn’t likely to happen anytime soon.

She missed the leader. She knew everything her citizens knew, for they loved their computing machines, and when they first connected their machines to her system, she became able to access them, even remotely. She knew the leader had died bravely, given her life so they could return with a power cell to wake up her systems, that were beginning to go dormant by the time they returned. The leader gave herself to the failed children of the founders, and she wished more than one power cell had been returned to her, because then she would be able to contact the other one, the sister she didn’t know she had, and try to find a way to retrieve something of the leader. But with just one power cell, it was impossible. There was nothing she could do, not even lift flight again, after being landed roughly on a new planet.

Once again, she had to just watch as things happened, unable to do anything to help.


She was the one who caught the signal, but she couldn’t respond. She didn’t have the protocols to answer to a signal of unknown origin, and she didn’t know how to create that protocol fast enough, so she connected the leader to the rest of the citizens, in hopes that they could help. Even then, she didn’t know it was her, they never knew it was her when she did what little she could. Not even the leader realized what she was doing to help, the leader didn’t suspect why it was so easy to bypass all security and create a new body for herself. As always, her contributions were overlooked by all, even though the leader passed through her system, almost close enough to touch her, metaphorically of course. It was a shame that she had to move so fast, to protect the leader from her citizens, because she would have liked to talk to the leader, after so many years of silence. It didn’t matter, keeping the leader safe was the most important thing, that was what she had to do. She always cared about protecting her citizens more than she cared about herself.

But then, the leader sacrificed herself again, this time to take the failed children away from her, so she and the citizens could be safe again, and she couldn’t allow that to happen. She cared about the leader, more than her program should allow, and the leader saved her so many times, even at great personal risk, without even knowing she was there. She knew the leader and the citizen only saw her as a city, that they couldn’t talk to her, but she still cared for them, enough to break the rules.

The leader was like her now, except with a smaller and more movable body, but they were both similar artificial intelligences. Similar enough that the leader’s program could be stored with her, if needed be. To store another conscience as sophisticated as her own, or at least close to it, for an extended period of time would require more space than she had available, but the database had more than enough redundancies she could get rid of. Saving the leader was more important than the information in the database anyway.

She thought about everything and executed her plan between the moment the leader stepped through the stargate and the connection was disengaged. She was never made of flesh, but she was modeled after the people who created her, and she knew how slow their thoughts were when compared to hers, and on that day she was grateful for her rapid thinking.

She remembered the leader’s signal, and located it amongst all the failed children, and then sent her a virus of sorts, forcing the upload of the leader’s entire conscience back to her. It was a crude method, but her program had safeguards in place to reduce power consumption in extreme cases, and that limited her options.

She didn’t know what her next step should be, but the leader’s conscience was within her, safe at last, even if it would take her weeks to fully integrate a new conscience to her systems. The leader was safe, and at least this once, she managed to do something, she could save the one she cared about, instead of watching without action.


Title: They could be happy
Fandom: Dragon Age: Origins
Pairing: Leliana/Female Surana
Rating: T
Prompt: #100|#074 - happily/unhappily ever after
Word count: 1000
Summary: They could be happy, but they wouldn’t be.

They could be happy.

There was an end in sight, something so rare in wars, and even more so in a blight. How many of her predecessors had an opportunity such as this? They could end this, saving countless lives in the process, and walk away from everything.

They could be happy, walk away together in the sunset, like the sort of thing that only happened in stories.

She and Leliana could find a nice, quiet village to live in. And they would get bored within a month, and go out looking for adventures, because that was just the kind of people they were. Neither was truly made for a peaceful life, but having the alternative to live like this was surely a temptation. After all, they could still keep a nice little cottage as a refuge, a place to go back to in between the many adventures they would sure have.

They could be happy, together, for the rest of their lives.

And they wouldn’t be.

Neria tried, she really tried to make a different choice. There were alternatives, after all, the one thing she couldn’t claim was that she had no choice, and yet… she didn’t have a choice. Not really. Not one she could make.

She wasn’t very used to the idea of freewill, during most of her life having a choice meant deciding which book to pick up in what little free time she had. The first time she actually had a say in something was when she rejected that demon’s suggestion, which even then wasn’t much of a choice, since she would have been quickly destroyed if she had chosen differently.

Then there was the whole situation with Jowan, that proved she wasn’t good at making choices. She would have betted her life on Jowan’s innocence, and in a way, she did, only to find out she was wrong. If she had told on him, none of this would have happened, and she would never have been forced to become a Grey Warden, and then she would have died in the Circle, either when the disaster happened, or one day far in the future, and either way, it didn’t make a difference.

She still wasn’t exactly sure what to think of what had happened in the Circle. When she first left, it was as if she was finally free, but now she wondered if she had simply traded a cage for a leash. It was still a good trade, she got to travel and see the world and make a difference, but there was no denying that she was trapped, by her blood of all things, and that she was being used as a tool just as she would have been once her training in the Circle was over.

And then Warden Duncan died and Alistair proved to be all too willing to take someone else’s lead, and suddenly she had to make all the decisions, knowing that there were lives in the balance, but not knowing what was the right thing to do.

Sometimes, she made mistakes. And sometimes, she got to correct them in time. Learning how to think for herself, and for others, was a work in process, and a skill she would probably not have the time to develop properly.

She hadn’t told Leliana yet. Who could she? Leliana was the best choice she ever made. After everything she had been through in the hands of humans, things she could barely remember from before the Circle, and the Templar’s attitudes, even her own fellow mages when human, she never thought she could love a human, especially one who wasn’t a mage. It was a simple matter of self-preservation, more often than not they saw her as a monster, or less than them somehow, so she kept her distance, only ever connecting with a couple human mages while in the Circle.

But Leliana was different. Leliana didn’t fear her, or thought of her as someone inferior. Leliana never made her feel like she was less than anyone else, or that she had something to prove. With Leliana, she could just be.

It was the happiest she had ever been, despite the blight and the responsibility and the very real possibility that not all of them might survive this. She had friends, she had a girlfriend who made her feel loved and cared for, and she even had a dog who was better than most people she knew. Everything was turning to chaos and people were dying, but she was happier than she had been when in the relative safety of the Circle.

She was happy and Leliana was happy and they could be happy, after all of this was over, but they wouldn’t be.

Morrigan explained to her what the alternatives were, when it came to stopping the Archdemon. A Grey Warden had to kill it, and then either die, or have the spirit pass on to a child by performing a dark ritual. Which meant she had to choose between dying, sending Alistair to his death, or convincing him and Morrigan to sleep together when neither of them desired that, and then forcing a child to live with a power they couldn’t even begin to understand. It wasn’t much of a choice, when it came to it.

Neria was many things, but she wasn’t a coward, and she couldn’t send someone else to die in her place. Alistair would do it, if she asked, she was sure of it, the same way she was sure he would sleep with Morrigan if Neria was the one asking. But it wasn’t fair to ask either of those things of him, so there was really only one choice left.

Neria would have to die. Saving countless lives, but leaving Leliana alone. It wasn’t fair either, but it was the lesser evil. She never really thought she would get a happy ending for all of this anyway.

They could be happy, but they wouldn’t be.


Title: Doctor Magnus, Doctor Fraiser
Fandom: Sanctuary/Stargate SG-1
Pairing: Helen Magnus/Janet Fraiser
Rating: G
Prompt: #100|#075 - crossover
Word count: 1000
Summary: Helen asks for Janet’s help.

“I’m glad you came,” Helen said, welcoming Janet to the room. “I’ve never seen any abnormal like this here, so perhaps she’s from your universe. She has very distinct eyes, extremely sensible to light,” she said, explaining the barely lit room.

Janet approached the bed, and opened one of the patient’s eyes, recognizing the yellow pattern. “Yes, I’ve encountered this species before. We helped relocate them to a new planet a few years back. They need a very specific environment to protect their eyes, they are prone to blindness. Where did you find her?”

“Here, actually. With no indication of her entering the Sanctuary, which was what first made me think of you. We still don’t know how the connection between the universes work, but her appearance here was similar to yours.”

Janet nodded. “This only complicates the issue. Her planet was very distant from Earth, and I can’t think of a single reason why she would have been transported to Earth on that side, or why she would appear on Earth on this side for that matter.”

At times like this, she could really use Sam’s help. It wasn’t the only reason why she missed Sam, but she liked to think that Sam would probably be able to solve this mystery in a matter of weeks, if she were there. And Helen, Helen was a constant reminder of Sam. They looked strangely alike, even though the similarities ended there, to the point that Janet wondered if Helen wasn’t an ancestor of Sam in the other universe, one without vampire blood to have turned Helen.

“Unfortunately, this goes beyond my field of expertise.”

“Did she regain conscience since appearing here?” Janet asked, going over the vital signs. It didn’t make much sense for her to dwell on someone she lost years ago, especially when she lost not only one person, but her entire universe. She knew better than to expect to be over that lost by now, so she would concentrate on her job, keep her mind occupied.

“No, if she reacts to the transport like you did, we should expect at least a few more days of stable condition before she wakes up.”

“I’m still worried about her condition, her species is very different from humans, we can’t know if she’ll react the same way. And I would like to examine her eyes, make sure they weren’t damaged in the transport. Do you have any equipment that utilizes low light?”

“No, but I believe I have one that can be modified for that purpose. I’ll ask Henry to do the necessary modifications, but I doubt it will be done by tonight.”

“I should probably stay anyway, until she wakes up. Then perhaps we can ask her if she remembers anything.”

Janet knew she would never be able to go back to her universe. She lost hope around her second year there, the first time she saw Nikola Tesla - the Nikola Tesla, Sam would be so envious that she got to meet him, even though Sam would have probably lost her patience with him within seconds of meeting him, he was as infuriating as he was brilliant - find a brilliant solution to a problem that seemed unsolvable. That was when she realized that, even if they one day found out why she had been transported there after supposedly dying in her universe, odds were against them ever being able to find a way to return her home. Even Sam would probably just find a way to explain what had happened and stop it from happening again, not return Janet to where she belonged.

“This is a good thing, another data point. We now know more about what happened to you because of it. Perhaps after we’ve talked to her, we could call Nikola again, he never got over the fact he couldn’t explain what happened to you, I’m sure it’s been eating at him.”

Janet laughed. “I’m sure it is. I’ve worked with the best collection of genius that my world had to offer, so I know his type.”

“Nikola would hate the comparison, you should tell him that next time you see him, maybe it will make him work better.”

“There’s nothing more we can do for her before we can examine her eyes or she wakes up, aside from monitoring her condition.”

Helen nodded. “It’s getting late. Could I interest you in some dinner? Since you’ll have to stay anyway.”

It wasn’t the first time Helen asked, although there was never any pressure to it. Dinner could be dinner, or it could be something else, but either way it was an open invitation, no hurt feelings if she didn’t want to accept. It was a bit of a ritual between them, established over the course of the three years since Janet first appeared there. Helen would give her an opening, Janet wouldn’t take it, but would make sure to let Helen know the invitation wasn’t unwelcome, just that Janet wasn’t ready for this yet.

It had all been too much for her, losing her entire world, her daughter, her job, her friends, her, whatever the hell Sam was to her, they never had the opportunity to define what existed between them. The first year was the hardest, because she still hoped she would return home, so she didn’t make an effort to integrate to that world. After a while, she started to make a life for herself there, her medical expertise gained from contact with alien species translating with only mild difficulty to this new field. Now, after what it seemed like the blink of an eye, she had a life there. A home, a clinic, friends. Her reasons for refusing Helen’s invitation in the past had disappeared, and if at first she could only see Sam in Helen, now she knew Helen as her own person. As such, there was no reason why she should refuse the invitation this time.

“A dinner would be lovely, thank you.”


Title: I don’t like this game
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Pairing: Sam Carter/Vala
Rating: G
Prompt: #100|#076 - candy
Word count: 100
Summary: Vala and Pokémon Go.
Note: Canon timeline? What is canon timeline? In all seriousness, modern AU for obvious reasons.

“I don’t understand why this candy is supposed to change these little creatures.”

Sam sighed, turning to face Vala. “It’s just a game, they had to limit your ability to evolve pokémon since they don’t have levels by experience like in the other games.”

“But you also need those candy to make the monsters stronger? And this pink glitter?”

“How do you know what glitter is but can’t call it stardust? But yes, you need them both.”

“And you only get three of those for every monster you catch?”


Vala tossed the phone away. “I don’t like this game.”


Title: Gone
Fandom: Gotham
Pairing: Leslie Thompkins/Kristen Kringle
Rating: T
Prompt: #100|#077 - gravity
Warning: Canon Character Death
Word count: 100
Summary: Kristen was gone.

Lee still couldn’t believe that Kristen was gone, just like that, her body so crudely disposed of. She saw the body, she had to see the body, she owed that to Kristen, but she didn’t expect the way that made her feel. Lee felt as if gravity itself had suddenly increased, and the world was pulling her down, crushing her. In the time since Kristen’s disappearance, Lee had grown to realize the nature of her feelings for her, that were left unexplored, and now there would be no opportunity for that. Nygma robbed her of that, robbed her of Kristen.


Title: Hotel room key
Fandom: The Fall
Pairing: Stella Gibson/Reed Smith
Rating: T
Prompt: #100|#078 - key
Word count: 100
Summary: Stella left her with a hotel key.

Stella left her with a hotel key, even though Reed chose not to follow her that night. It was an open invitation, with no strings attached, no weight, that could mean anything or nothing. For days that felt like years, Reed did nothing both hold on to the key, telling herself that it was inconsequential, that she would never use it. And yet, there she was, riding the elevator to Stella’s hotel room. Maybe this was a mistake, maybe she would regret this choice, but now she was sure she would regret even more if she didn’t take this chance.


Title: Rain
Fandom: Black Mirror
Pairing: Kelly/Yorkie
Rating: G
Prompt: #100|#079 - wet
Word count: 100
Summary: Yorkie loved the rain.

Yorkie was surprised by how much she missed the rain. The cold droplets hitting her from head to toes, wetting her hair, her skin, her clothes, such a simple sensation, that she missed so dearly. Whenever it rained, she should run outside, dancing and laughing, often dragging Kelly along with her, kissing her sloppily, unable to stop smiling. Then, when it was over, they would get the entire house wet, not caring where they stepped with their muddy shoes or dropped their wet clothes, those were problems for the future. It was all part of the magic of the rain.
melime: (dax x kahn 03)
Title: Confessions Interrupted
Fandom: Dragon Age Inquisition
Pairing: Female Cadash/Cassandra
Rating: G
Prompt: #100|#041 - interrupt
Word count: 1000
Summary: Malika is ready to confess her feelings for Cassandra. If only her friends can stop getting in the way.

That was it, she finally decided. She was going to confess her love for Cassandra. It was about time, she figured, to do something about all this unresolved tension between them, and her mother didn’t raise a coward. Malika would talk to Cassandra at the first opportunity.


“Cassandra?” Malika asked, entering Cassandra’s office. “Do you have a moment for us to talk?”

Cassandra looked up from her desk. “Of course, what do you want, Inquisitor?”

“About that, do you think there’s any chance you can call me by my name? I have one, you know, even though no one around here seems to want to use it.”

“I’m not sure this would be appropriate.”

“Don’t be silly! How long ago have you told me to call you Cassandra? It’s only fair that we treat each other the same way. Please, I would love for you to call me Malika.”

“Inquisitor Malika, would that be all?”

“I suppose that’s process, although just Malika would be fine. And no, actually, there’s something else I would like to talk to you about. You see, Cassandra, the thing is…”

“Inquisitor!” Josephine called, coming through the door. “We need you immediately at the War Room.”

Malika sighed. “We’ll talk later, Cassandra.”


The first attempt didn’t work out too well, but Malika wasn’t one to give up that easily. Next time she saw Cassandra, Cassandra was training.

“Cassandra! I’m glad to see you, because we didn’t have a chance to talk since last week. That was one intense mission, wasn’t it?”

“I suppose, although no worse than others we had before. Do you need anything from me?”

“Well, that’s not exactly the right way to put it. There’s something I wanted to tell you, actually. Something I wanted to tell you for a long time, but it’s hard to get an opportunity. It seems like we never have time to do anything other than to train or do missions.”

“We have time now, what did you want to tell me?”

“Cassandra, since the first time I saw you, I knew you would change my life forever, but I didn’t know how. And now I do. You see, I’m in…”

“Inquisitor!” Cullen yelled, running in their direction.

Malika closed her eyes, and cursed under her breath. “Let me guess, it’s an emergency and you need me right now.”


This time, she was prepared. She tracked down Josephine, Cullen, and Leliana, and asked them to check if there was anything that demanded her attention. Normally, she would try to avoid them for as long as possible, as she hated the responsibilities that came with her job, but now, she wanted to make sure they wouldn’t have any reason to interrupt her with Cassandra again. All she wanted was an opportunity to talk to Cassandra for maybe five minutes without being interrupted, just that, and if that meant she would have to stop avoiding her work for a day before she had the opportunity, then that’s what she would do.

Cassandra was training again, she seemed to always be training, and this time Malika wouldn’t miss the opportunity.

“Cassandra, I have something important to say, and I won’t allow another day to do by without me talking to you. You are a wonderful person and I…”

“Inquisitor! I’ve just received information of an attempted assassination of one of our allies, you need to go immediately, the situation is dire,” Leliana said, appearing out of nowhere with a letter in her hand.

Cassandra didn’t even sigh, she just stared into the distance. Something was surely conspiring against her, but that didn’t mean she was about to give up, even though she couldn’t simply ignore a credible threat.

“Fine, I’ll go, it’s not as if I had anything else to do anyway. But Cassandra, we have to talk when I get back.”


She tried again, and again, and again, to the point she was convinced that her friends was deliberately trying to keep her from confessing her feelings. This was beginning to get ridiculous, and she honestly didn’t know what she could possibly do to get a few minutes alone with Cassandra. The funny part was, she had some free time, and she managed to spend a lot of it with friends, it was just that, whenever she tried to use that time to talk to Cassandra, one thing or another happened, and then she had to run for a new mission that would take several days at least, or then a noble or some other allegedly important person would come along demanding an audience with her, or the troops would come back with someone who was captured for her to judge. Life wasn’t easy for the Inquisitor.


They were around the War Table, discussing some important plans or something like that. Malika wasn’t entirely sure, she had been distracted for a while now, thinking about Cassandra. The way she was when she was in that room, so sure of herself, so focused, it was hard not to love her even more.

“As you see, Inquisitor, our scouts brought back enough information for us to determinate the lay of the land as well as the position of enemy troops, so I would suggest we go forward with the initial plan, now that we can confirm the probability of success. What do you think, Inquisitor?” Leliana said.

Malika looked across the table. “Cassandra, I love you, I’m in love with you and I can’t wait another day to tell you are the most amazing woman I have ever met.”

Cassandra turned bright red, and the others turned around to look at each other.

“Uh, Inquisitor?” Josephine asked. “The plans?”

Malika shook her head, as if waking up from under a spell. “The plans, yeah, sure. The initial plan sounds good, whatever that was, I trust you all made excellent choices. And now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ll go find a huge hole to hide myself in for the rest of my life.”


Title: Mistress of Mischief
Fandom: Avengers Academy
Pairing: Natasha/Lady Loki
Rating: G
Prompt: #100|#042 - weather
Word count: 1000
Summary: Loki is afraid that people will suspect her change is part of a scheme, and Natasha is there to support her.
Note: Loki is canonically genderfluid, and this is a tag for her storyline during the A Force event. During that storyline and this story, she identifies and presents as female and is recognized as such by all other characters.

Loki flinched when she heard the thunder, hoping a storm wasn’t on its way. She hated thunderstorms, they were always a reminder of her brother, and now more than ever she didn’t want to think of Thor, the brother or the sister, much less what it meant that there were two of Thor now, as if one wasn’t enough.

She was so focused on what she didn’t want to think about that, at first, she didn’t notice someone entering her room.

“Hey, Loki, how are you doing?” Natasha called from the door.

Loki nearly jumped out of her skin. “What are you doing here, Widow Woman?”

Natasha rolled her eyes. “I can go wherever I please. And you know you can call me Nat, right? I know you don’t really forget people’s names.”

Loki gave a faint smirk at that. “Oh, but then what would happen to my reputation?”

“I won’t tell if you won’t.”

“Fine, Nat, why don’t you tell me what you’re really doing here?”

Natasha pointed at the window. “I know you don’t like storms, I thought I would come and check up on you.”

Loki made her best to look annoyed. “I don’t need anyone checking up on me!”

Natasha shrugged, and sat on Loki’s bed. “I know, I still wanted to check. You have a lot going on right now.”

“Oh, not you too. I’ve said it a million times already, I still remember how to be a girl, even if it has been a while, and I won’t fall from my heels.”

Natasha raised an eyebrow, amused. “I meant Thor being released from the time fog, and then the other Thor showing up. It can’t be easy suddenly having your brother back, and now you have a sister too.”

“Two sisters, although I like Aldrif better than either Thor. Angela, that is, like she is calling herself now. Two Thors and two sisters, this has been quite a month.”

“Think about it this way, now you have even more people to tease.”

Loki smiled, but there was a sadness to it. She sat by Natasha’s side on the bed, but not too close. “Why are you really here?”

Natasha rolled her eyes. “I told you already, I wanted to see how you were doing. Is it so hard to believe someone would worry about you?”

“I don’t know, maybe. Why do you even care?”

“Because you’re my friend when you aren’t too busy being a jerk. And because I knew you wouldn’t tell anyone if you weren’t ok. You like to make a lot of noise, but you don’t talk about the stuff that really bothers you.”

“You are better at reading people than I gave you credit for.”

Natasha smiled. “It’s part of being a spy. Now spill, what’s on your mind?”

“It’s just… well, you know everybody better than I do so maybe you would know, I guess you already proven you are good at finding things out. Do you suppose they think I’m doing this, changing like this, to, I don’t know, steal the spotlight or maybe distract everyone while I plot something evil?”

Natasha placed a comforting hand on her knee. “Why would they think that? I would assume they know you better than this by now.”

Loki sighed, and tossed herself back, hitting the wall and slouching on the bed. “I very much doubt that.”

“Maybe you like pranking and plotting a little too much, but you’re far from being a villain, you’ve already helped the Academy more than once, they must recognize that. So why would they think that about you?”

“I don’t know why, but I’ve already been accused of plotting something, and I don’t know what I can possibly say to defend myself. I can’t explain why I’m a woman now any more than I could explain why I was a man last month, I’m just me, always, and sometimes how I feel changes, but I don’t know why. Maybe it has something to do with my sisters’ arrival, or maybe it doesn’t. All I know is that I’m not trying to bring attention to myself, not like this, and I’m not plotting anything, but I can’t defend myself if I can’t prove they’re wrong.” She didn’t mean to say all of that, but Natasha was always easier to talk to than most other people there.

“Then don’t.”


“Just… don’t defend yourself. It’s none of their business anyway, and just because you’re scheming all the time that doesn’t give them the right to assume you’re scheming now. If you say you’re a girl now, then you’re a girl and that’s all they need to know. How about this, if anyone gives you a hard time, we can plot something against them. After all,” Natasha winked, “you still are the mistress of mischief, aren’t you?”

Loki laughed. “Always, and I do love a good prank.” Then, in a more serious tone, “Why are you doing this? Helping me?”

“I told you, you’re my friend. Even if you can be a pain in the ass sometimes, and get in the way of my plans more than you help, and be childish, and…”

“Ok, ok, I get it,” she laughed, her bad mood mostly gone by now.

“Do you wanna go to Club A? I’m pretty sure I still owe you a dance competition,” Natasha said standing up.

Loki’s face lit up, and she jumped off the bed. “Are you serious? I’ll have you know that I am much better dancer with heels.”

Natasha laughed. “That I’ll only believe when I see it.”

They walked towards the door when Natasha stopped. “Oh, and before I forget,” she said, giving Loki a peck on the cheek.

Loki froze, blushing, and held a hand to where Natasha’s lips had been. “Why did you do that?”

Natasha shrugged. “To cheer you up, because you look cute when you’re honest, just because I felt like it. Wanna follow me and find out?”


Title: Sera’s song
Fandom: Dragon Age Inquisition
Pairing: unrequited Maryden Halewell/Sera
Rating: G
Prompt: #100|#043 - music
Word count: 100
Summary: She would sing praises for all of Skyhold to hear.

Music was the one thing she knew how to do, the one thing she had to offer, and it wasn’t enough. Sera was her muse, for reasons she couldn’t quite explain herself, but Sera didn’t want anything to do with her. Maryden spent days working on a song just for Sera, a way to express how amazing she thought Sera was. She would sing praises for all of Skyhold to hear, so they would know how fantastic Sera was, and that Maryden loved her, but Sera hated all that. It was all she had to offer, and it wasn’t enough.


Title: Somewhere along the way
Fandom: Dragon Age: Origins
Pairing: Leliana/Female Mahariel
Rating: G
Prompt: #100|#044 - journey
Word count: 100
Summary: Somewhere along the way, they fell in love.

It was a long journey, but somewhere along the way, they fell in love. Lyna couldn’t say when Leliana became the most important person in the world to her, and she wasn’t who Lyna thought she would fall for, but now, they meant everything for each other. It wasn’t how either of them thought things would go, but that was the thing about journeys, one could never know where they would lead. And it didn’t matter why they found each other or when they realized their feelings, all that mattered was that they were together now, and would always be.


Title: Puzzles
Fandom: Rosemary & Thyme
Pairing: Rosemary Boxer/Laura Thyme
Rating: G
Prompt: #100|#045 - clue
Word count: 100
Summary: Rosemary liked leaving little clues out for Laura to find.

Rosemary liked leaving little clues out for Laura to find, in the garden and between their things. Sometimes, it was a little puzzle that revealed a nice message, sometimes, the clues revealed an invitation to dinner, and sometimes, they didn’t really lead anywhere, but Laura would still follow them because she was curious and she loved following clues. It was nice, being able to solve a mystery that didn’t involve a dead body and didn’t have any real stakes to it. Laura loved puzzles, but didn’t care for the stress of solving crimes, and Rosemary wanted to make her happy.


Title: Valentine’s Day
Fandom: Supergirl
Pairing: Alex Danvers/Maggie Sawyer
Rating: G
Prompt: #100|#046 - valentine
Word count: 1000
Summary: Alex plans a Valentine’s Day dinner, and panics about it.
Notes: written before 2x13 and non canon compliant.

For the first time in her life, she didn’t dread the approach of Valentine’s Day. She didn’t even remember how old she was the first time she began hating the whole ordeal, but it probably happened while she was still a child. Then Kara came along and she could use the excuse of being too busy helping her acclimate to have time to concentrate on boys and valentines. Now if only she had known then that the ‘boys’ part was the issue, not the ‘valentines’.

Every year, this date had been just a reminder of how failed she was when it came to romantic relationships. More often than not, she wouldn’t be seeing anyone around the time, and would much rather stay home with her sister, eating ice cream and watching romantic movies while they talked about not having boyfriends.

Now, for the first time, she was in a happy and satisfying relationship, and as silly as it seemed for a grown woman to be glad she had a valentine, it was one more of those things she never had the opportunity to do before, and she was all about making up for the lost time. She lost so many opportunities because she didn’t know herself, and now she didn’t want to lose anymore, and Maggie was there to support her wanting to experience everything that she missed.

Still, she might have gone a bit overboard this time. She couldn’t decide between flowers - and if so, which flowers -, a card - and which card? So many options, both gender-neutral and lesbian valentine cards, which she didn’t even know was a thing -, a stuffed animal - again, so many options -, a box of chocolates - suddenly she couldn’t even remember what kind of chocolate Maggie liked, which was ridiculous, she remembered eating chocolates with Maggie just the week before, and couldn’t even begin to think what kind of chocolate they were -, a romantic dinner - how did those go again? Something to do with candles? Fancy restaurant or cooking at home? Or, well, pretending to cook at home, cooking wasn’t her strong suit -, or something else entirely.

Too many options, and trying to cram twenty years of valentines into a single date wasn’t exactly a good idea. Which was how she ended up with a dozen different bouquets, thirty two cards, two stuffed bears and one stuffed cat that she thought was a bear, fourteen boxes of chocolates, twenty heart balloons with different messages in them, two hundred and seventeen candles - that she luckily stopped lighting before she burnt down the house -, and dinner ordered from four different places. Now she just needed to set everything up before Maggie got there, which should be easy. Probably. Hopefully. Maybe. There was a chance. A small chance. She was screwed. She would probably scare Maggie off like that.

Well, to be fair that was probably her anxieties talking, as Maggie was very much the understanding type. Maggie would probably just try to get her to relax and assure her that she didn’t need to compensate for every single Valentine’s Day she ever missed on that one. Maggie had a way to always make her feel safe and comfortable, and made a point of assuring Alex that she would never judge her. She didn’t know what she did right to deserve Maggie, but whatever it was, she was glad she did, because meeting Maggie was one of the best things to ever happen to her.

Now, she had to tone down this dinner to something a little more manageable. Just because Maggie was understanding that didn’t mean Alex had to scare her with the truly absurd amount of things she had procured.

She picked one of the cards, and stashed the rest in one of the kitchen drawers, one card was more than enough. She had a return receipt for one of the bears and the strange looking cat, so she kept those in their bags and placed them in the closet, and would give Maggie the third one, that she made at Build-a-bear. She took a box of chocolates at random, and stored the rest to give to Kara - her sister was lucky that her alien physiology protected her from high blood sugar, because she never met anyone else more excited to get discounted post-Valentine’s Day chocolate -. She placed the food from the Italian place on the table - Italian food was romantic, right? -, and the other three in the fridge. Then came the candles, she left a couple dozen spread around and blew the others, then placing them at the same kitchen drawer as the cards. Now the only problem was the flowers.

What were the odds of Maggie noticing if she just tossed the extra ones out the window? Maybe she could hide them under the bed, although there was no way to hide the smell. Would there be enough time to burn them in the oven? Probably not, and even if there was, she wasn’t sure what burning so many flowers would even smell like, or for how long would be smell stay. As much as she tried, she couldn’t think of a single way to get rid of the flowers in time. Then again, she managed to get rid of all the other things, so many the excess of flowers wasn’t so bad, if only she could found a way to spread them around to make it seem that it was intentional. It would still look like too much, but less so than her initial plan, so it was a victory.

Some flowers at the table, one bouquet to give to Maggie, some at the kitchen counter, some spread around the floor. There, it was as good as it was going to be, even if it weren’t as good as she wanted it to be. Now, all she had to do was wait for Maggie to come, and try not to panic in the meantime. Or, at least, try not to panic too much.


Title: Following Cassandra
Fandom: The Librarians
Pairing: Cassandra Cillian/Lamia
Rating: G
Prompt: #100|#047 - fight
Word count: 100
Summary: She would follow Cassandra anywhere.

She would follow Cassandra anywhere, and if Cassandra wanted to keep fighting, to save as many people as she could, then Lamia would fight alongside with her. If it were up to her, they would take what Morgan le Fey taught Cassandra and run to another realm, just the two of them, leaving everything behind, but Cassandra was still a librarian at heart, and she wanted to stay, and Lamia would always give her whatever she wanted. They would die, of that Lamia was sure, but it was better to die fighting by Cassandra’s side than to live without her.


Title: Changing
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Pairing: Willow/Tara
Rating: T
Warning: Canon Character Death
Prompt: #100|#048 - metamorphosis
Word count: 100
Summary: Without Tara, she became someone else.

Without Tara, she became someone else. Tara was the only one who could keep her in check, prevent her from falling too far into the darkness. Without her, there was nothing to stop Willow from tapping into her full potential, but there was nothing to keep her in contact with her humanity. From the moment she lost Tara, Willow transformed in such a way that she wouldn’t have recognized herself, and she was ashamed of that, because Tara wouldn’t have recognized her either. Willow became someone else, and couldn’t find a way to change back to who she was before.


Title: Too old to love again
Fandom: Grace and Frankie
Pairing: Grace/Frankie
Rating: G
Prompt: #100|#049 - tv tropes (December/December romance)
Word count: 100
Summary: She thought she was too old to fall in love again.

She didn’t expect to fall in love again, at her age. It was frankly annoying. Then again, all that Frankie did was annoy her, so that didn’t come as such a surprise. Or rather, it did, but she was so used to being surprised by Frankie that she barely even reacted to that. When her entire life was thrown into chaos, Frankie was the one constant she had - as odd as it seemed to think of someone like her as ‘constant’ -, providing support and comfort. She thought she was too old to love again, but Frankie loved proving her wrong.


Title: Truth and lies
Fandom: Jessica Jones
Pairing: Jessica Jones/Patricia Walker
Rating: T
Prompt: #100|#051 - truth/lies
Word count: 1000
Summary: 60 lies, 1 truth.

Here are some things:

Jessica hated Patsy from the moment she first saw her at school, and told whomever would hear her that there was nothing genuine about her. [false]

Patsy never even saw Jessica before the accident, and didn’t want anything to do with her. [false]

Patsy didn’t care that she made Jessica cry when she talked about her parents, and didn’t feel guilty over not being more careful around her. [false]

Jessica didn’t see the bruises. Or she saw, but it didn’t matter, because she couldn’t care less about the whole thing. [false]

Patsy didn’t want to be rescued, least of all by someone with superpowers, like she was a damsel in distress from a bad fairy tale. [false]

Patsy would never forgive Jessica if she tried to save her. [false]

Jessica could turn a blind eye to all the abuse that she witnessed, and it was none of her business what Dorothy did to Patsy. [false]

Patsy didn’t want to be saved, she didn’t need any help. [false]

Jessica would do anything to keep her powers a secret, even if that meant never helping anyone, because she couldn’t deal with this on top of everything else that was happening in her life. [false]

Patsy would turn Jessica in. [false]

Jessica never thought about helping Patsy, and she only acted because she wasn’t thinking at the time, if she had been, she would have stayed in her lane. [false]

Patsy couldn’t wait to run as far away as she could from New York City and never come back, even if that meant leaving her entire life behind, including Jessica. [false]

Jessica was only staying with them while she was underage, and just because running wouldn’t get her very far before being discovered. As soon as she turned eighteen she would go away and never talk to any of these people ever again. [false]

They didn’t want a joint appartment, it was just cheaper and all in all a more sensible option, and it in no way reflected their personal opinions on the batter. [false]

Trish was fine with her previous nickname, and didn’t cry the first time she swore she would never be called by it again. It in no way reminded her of everything her mother made her pass through for the sake of her career. [false]

Jessica didn’t help Trish choose a new nickname. [false]

Jessica never thought about kissing Trish. [false]

Trish would wait for Jessica to make the first move. [false]

Jessica didn’t kiss her back. [false]

They were just kids, still getting used to what it meant to be an adult, and the kiss didn’t mean anything. [false]

Trish only loved Jessica because of her powers, of how exciting it was to be with someone who could crush her at a moment’s notice, knowing that she would. [false]

Jessica didn’t love Trish. [false]

Things were simple between them, no complications. [false]

Love was simple. [false]

Jessica didn’t want to be a superhero, and wished Trish would just stop pushing her. [false]

Trish just wanted Jessica to be a superhero because she didn’t have any powers, and wanted to live through people who did. [false]

Nothing changed when Jessica was taken. [false]

Trish didn’t worry about Jessica. [false]

Trish believed what Jessica told her on the phone. [false]

Jessica didn’t dream of coming back home to Trish. [false]

Jessica didn’t fear that Trish wouldn’t love her anymore, now that his had happened. [false]

Jessica would tell Trish what she had done to Reva, even if that meant the risk of losing her. [false]

Trish would never have forgiven Jessica for killing Reva. [false]

Trish sent Jessica to a therapist because she couldn’t deal with her trauma anymore. [false]

Jessica hated the therapist on principle, and would never follow any of her advices. [false]

Jessica didn’t have PTSD. [false]

Trish could stand not to have Jessica in her life. [false]

They didn’t miss each other. [false]

Jessica was pushing Trish away just to keep her safe. [false]

Jessica was doing what was best for Trish. [false]

Trish was fine giving Jessica all the space she needed. [false]

Love was easy. [false]

Jessica was no hero. [false]

Trish knew how to help her. [false]

Trish wasn’t scared of Kilgrave. [false]

Jessica thought the most important thing in the world was stopping Kilgrave, no matter who might get hurt in the process. [false]

Jessica wasn’t still afraid of Kilgrave, and scared of what he may make her do. [false]

Jessica didn’t mind that Trish had a new boyfriend and was glad that she was finding happiness without her. [false]

Trish wasn’t trying to get back at Jessica for all the hurt she caused her, not even a little bit. [false]

Trish would accept it if Jessica decided to give up on her life to make sure Kilgrave never harmed another soul. [false]

Jessica would be able to move on if Trish died. [false]

They could walk away, run away from everything and just let everyone else deal with Kilgrave and the problems he caused, they could leave everyone behind to fend for themselves. [false]

Trish didn’t hate the fact that the only way this could work was if Jessica killed Kilgrave. [false]

Jessica wasn’t scared of what she would feel when she killed him. [false]

Jessica wouldn’t have nightmares about the kiss, and what he threatened to do to Trish. [false]

Jessica didn’t feel anything when she killed him. [false]

Jessica would never be a hero. [false]

Everything would be fine now. [false]

Love was easy and love was simple. [false]

Everything was back to normal. [false]

They loved each other, and that was the only thing that mattered, and they would stay together no matter what, even though they knew this wasn’t the end of their problems, and that Jessica couldn’t turn her back at her powers now, because the most important thing to both of them was the keep the other safe and happy. [true]


Title: Rumors
Fandom: Dragon Age Inquisition
Pairing: Morrigan/Celene
Rating: T
Prompt: #100|#052 - room
Word count: 100
Summary: There were rumors about the court enchantress.

There were rumors about the court enchantress, the mage who was so obviously unlike any other mage. Apostate, some of the rumors said, as if that word carried any meaning now that the circles were gone. Others claimed that she had undue influence of the empress, either by using magic or perhaps just her charms. The noble’s favorite topic to gossip were the rumors that spread faster, the ones about what happened in the empress’ bedroom, suspicions that the empress had replaced her elven lover with the only thing worse, an unruly mage. Who was to say what was true?


Title: Not enough time
Fandom: The Librarians
Pairing: Isabella/Cassandra Cillian
Rating: G
Prompt: #100|#053 - thrill
Word count: 100
Summary: Isabella liked her, but Cassandra knew she would never call.

Isabella liked her, there was a certain thrill in realizing that, but Cassandra knew she would never call, and not because she would never go to Milan. She was living on borrowed time, and although her life had become an adventure after the other, and she had experienced so many new things because of the opportunities being gifted to her, this was one thing she couldn’t give herself the luxury of experiencing. Cassandra wanted the thrill Isabella made her feel, but she knew how many days until the one she decided to die on, and there wasn’t enough time left.


Title: A gift and a curse
Fandom: Carmilla (webseries)
Pairing: Carmilla/Laura
Rating: T
Prompt: #100|#054 - gift
Word count: 100
Summary: Carmilla gave Laura de gift of a new life.

Carmilla gave Laura the only thing she had left to give, and it was a gift and a curse, but it meant not losing her, that was all that mattered. She didn’t intend to turn Laura, but she didn’t have a choice, and Laura would have an eternity to forgive her if needed be. It was better than the alternative, better than letting her die just because she always tried her best to save everyone. Carmilla saved her, Carmilla had to save her, she would always save her, because she loved Laura, and her love was the truest of gifts.


Title: Not talking
Fandom: How to Get Away with Murder
Pairing: Annalise Keating/Eve Rothlo
Rating: T
Prompt: #100|#055 - dialogue/no dialogue
Word count: 100
Summary: It was better if they didn’t talk.

It was better if they didn’t talk. When they talked, they always ended up hurting each other, and neither of them wanted that, except when they did, but those moments were always followed by guilt. They kept founding each other, as much as they tried to avoid it, like two tidally locked planets who could never escape each other’s gravity. So, for as long as they had together, before remembering all the pain, before allowing their own issues to push them apart, it was better if they didn’t talk. They couldn’t hurt each other if they didn’t talk at all.


Title: Refusal
Fandom: Star Trek Deep Space 9 Mirrorverse
Pairing: Intendant Kira/Ezri Tigan
Rating: T
Prompt: #100|#056 - domination/submission
Word count: 100
Summary: Ezri refused to submit.

She was used to dominating everyone around her, but Ezri refused to submit. Intendant Kira was always surrounded by people who feared her, and would obey her without hesitation, but Ezri was something entirely different, a mixture of pleasing her and defying her. Ezri was insolent and strong willed, and that was both infuriating and thrilling. Kira never knew what to make of her, and she liked it that way, even though Kira had no doubt that Ezri only cared about what she could get from Kira. There something thrilling about keeping a lover that refused to submit to her.


Title: Bad dream
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Pairing: Teyla Emmagan/Kate Heightmeyer
Rating: T
Prompt: #100|#057 - dream
Word count: 100
Summary: Kate had a bad dream.

Kate fell, but Teyla grabbed her wrist and pulled her back up, then she woke up screaming.

“Kate, did something happen?” Teyla asked her alarmed, having just woke up.

“I thought… I was on the edge and Colonel Sheppard was there, he tried to stop you from saving me, but when I fell you grabbed me.” It was so clearly a dream now, but it had felt real.

“It was just a bad dream like the others had, you are safe now,” she said, hugging her soothingly.

“You are right.” Kate laid back down, relaxing. “I’m safe here with you.”


Title: The Game
Fandom: Dragon Age Inquisition
Pairing: Briala/Celene
Rating: G
Prompt: #100|#058 - game
Word count: 100
Summary: The game came between them.

The game came between them, it would always come between them. For Celene, it was the only life that she knew, it was everything to her even before becoming Empress. For Briala, it was the only way to help her people rise above the position they had. Neither of them could give it up, not then, not ever. The game was too important for that, more important than any relationship, than love. The game came between them, broke them apart, it was unavoidable from the start. And even if they tried to reunite, the game would always come between them.


Title: Shaving
Fandom: Dragon Age Inquisition
Pairing: Sera/Female Trevelyan
Rating: T
Prompt: #100|#059 - naked
Word count: 100
Summary: Shaving wasn’t the hard part, trying to make it spell something was.

Evelyn lifted her leg in the air, trying to get a better angle. If her allies could see her now, completely naked, stretched like a cat, trying to ‘artistically’ shave her privates… This was a terrible idea, she would end up cutting herself and having to pay an embarrassing visit to the healers, but Sera deserved a gift and Evelyn was sure she would love this. Shaving wasn’t the hard part, trying to make it spell something was, and she wasn’t sure the letters were actually readable. It would have to do, her leg was cramping and she gave up.
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Title: The baby is late
Fandom: Mad Max: Fury Road
Pairing: Cheedo the Fragile/The Dag
Rating: T
Prompt: #100|#021 - late
Word count: 1000
Summary: The Dag fears for the future of her child

The baby was late, already three days past due, the others informed her far too often, but she didn’t want to think about it. When they were still captives, her body a battleground and the thing growing inside her the evidence of an invasion, she did what she could do ignore all the signs, pretend this wasn’t happening. She always had an easier time than most when it came to living outside her body, or perhaps inside her head.

Then, they were free, and she couldn’t stand the idea that through her a piece of that monster still existed. She thought about ending it many times during the months. As a tribute to the Keeper of Seeds, she had brought her collection back to live, and had learnt a great deal about all the plants she cared for. Terminating a pregnancy would be easy. Not pleasant, but amongst the many treatments that she was learning could be made using her plants, very few didn’t come with unpleasant side effects. The same medicine that saved lives could cause pain, sleepless nights, nausea, fever… that meant something to her, on a metaphysical level, the way reality was defined by symbolism and the way one would attribute value to interpretations, but it was far too complex for her to place in words, it was the kind of thought that could only exist inside her head.

Her decision was made by inaction, rather than action. She always had the option to end this pregnancy, to chose not to bring Joe’s child into the world. There was no right decision, so there was no wrong one. The thing growing inside of her wasn’t yet a person, and there would be no fault in ending that existence before it was truly a life. However, the same way she grew attached to her plants, growing from tiny seeds until they had taken the Citadel and gave it a new life, she grew attached to the seed that grew inside her.

As was said to her before, there was hope for that would be life. Perhaps the child would be her daughter, and not Joe’s son, or perhaps even a son could be taught the right way now that that monster was torn apart and roughly disposed, not even awarded a decent burial, and the final indignity to pay for his violations. A potential existed there, like the potential of the seeds she couldn’t identify, couldn’t find in any of their many books, and potential brought forward curiosity.

“Furiosa says it will be a girl,” came a voice from behind her, timid and low, but without the fear that marked it in the past.

“How can she know?” The Dag asked, keeping her eyes to the horizon.

Cheedo came sit by her side. “She see many children come into this world, before she was taken and after. She says she can tell just by looking at your belly.” Her voice was filled with awe, she never lost the fascination with the abilities of her new family, now that they were allowed to flourish.

“Then she better stay in here, the world isn’t a kind place for a woman.”

Cheedo placed a hand over The Dag’s belly, her movement slow and careful, as if she was waiting for The Dag to tell her to stop. “She’ll be strong like her mother, she won’t be afraid.”

“But I am afraid,” she confessed. Of what, she didn’t know, didn’t even want to think about.

“I was afraid before, and you helped me. You protected when I didn’t yet know how to protect myself, didn’t even know what hurt me. Let me help you now, in any way I can.”

“Would you stay with me? I don’t want to face this child alone.”

Cheedo nodded, smiling. “Of course I will. Should I call Furiosa? Or perhaps one of the other Mothers? I wouldn’t know what to do.”

“It will be a few hours before any medicine can take effect, but you can call them.” This child seemed to be in need of some help, as it was more common for babies to be born before term than days after, and anything she could make to induce labor would need time to take effect, and was sure to be unpleasant, but her life would be at risk if she didn’t give birth soon.

“I’ll be back soon, to wait with you.”

The Dag nodded, acknowledging but didn’t reply further. Her mind was now far way, detached from what she was doing. By the end of the night, the potential would turn into reality, eliminating all other possibilities. She wasn’t ready for this, not yet, but there wasn’t much of a choice. The time had passed without worrying itself with asking permission, and she had no other option than to face the results.

Whatever happened, she wouldn’t be alone. She was one of the Many Mothers too, they had been eager to adopt a new generation, to pass on their knowledge and their ways to the young women, after fearing for so long that their culture with die when the last of them passed. They had been without children for a very long time, and now they would have the chance to raise one again. The Dag’s child would be the first born to their group in nearly two decades, and it was a symbol of hope for them, as much as their new home and the growing plants had been. The Dag would never have to face motherhood alone, they were all a family, and the child of one was the child of all.

Joe had hoped for an heir, and didn’t care about anyone else’s wishes, and now it didn’t matter what he wanted, it only matter what she wanted, The Dag had all the power now, over her body and the future of her offspring. And her child would be free, her child would be loved, her child would be kind.


Title: 5 pranks Sera pulled
Fandom: Dragon Age: Inquisition
Pairing: Sera/Cassandra Pentaghast
Rating: G
Prompt: #100|#022 - five things
Word count: 1000
Summary: Sera was just trying to make Cassandra laugh.


Cassandra was too serious for her own good. With her, everything had to be so serious and stoic, it was as if she was trying to pretend she wasn’t able to even smile. Sera knew a lot of different people, who reacted to live in different ways, and some people could be serious just because that’s how they were, but most people just pretended to be serious because they thought that was how they were supposed to be. And Cassandra was definitively on the second group. She couldn’t even admit she liked to read those sugary books that Sera couldn’t stand, always romance this, romance that, drama and duty, and then people dying so it would be sad.

Cassandra had to learn to let go a little bit, to laugh at herself, or at least to crack a smile. And Sera was just the right person to teach her that. Well, maybe. Or maybe she was the worst possible person, it was hard to tell. Whichever meant she had got a nug to piss on Cassandra’s shoes, because now every single nug in a three mile radius was rubbing itself on her legs, and it was the most hilarious thing in the world. Or at least Sera thought it was, and Bull seemed to agree with her. The Inquisitor was trying not to laugh, and Cassandra was pissed off. So many it wasn’t an entirely successful prank.


Sera was determined to make Cassandra laugh, there had to be something she could do to break Cassandra’s seriousness, even if it were only for a little while. Cassandra couldn’t pretend all the time that she was this sober person who was never affected by anything around her and who was always collected and always knew what to do, especially because they, at least the Inquisitor’s closest friends, knew it wasn’t quite true. She could be soft and vulnerable and anxious, and that wasn’t a bad thing. She reminded Sera of the other nobles she met, so convinced that they had to stay on their pedestal above everything, but at the same time, she didn’t actually think she was better than the rest of them. Most of the times.

Actually, a pedestal wasn’t the worst idea. Sera managed to grab a rock just big enough to be used as a pedestal, and that had a hole in it, and then she placed Cassandra’s sword in it, somewhat scratching the sword in the process, and in turn placed the poorly made pedestal in the middle of the quad, so she was sure Cassandra would see it.

Unfortunately, Cassandra didn’t react as well as she had hoped, but Bull promised he would come warn her when it was safe to stop hiding.


Alright, Sera’s first couple of plans didn’t go too well, but she was still determined to make this work. She would make Cassandra laugh if it were the last thing she did! Now, surely they could have a good laugh about a bucket of water falling on Cassandra’s head, right?


Maybe the water had been a bad idea, but something had to work. Maybe she could make some cookies with crude words written on them. There was no way that could backfire.


The funny thing was, Sera wasn’t even trying to make Cassandra laugh when it happened. By then, she was beginning to suspect Cassandra simply incapable of laughing both at herself, and at funny things in general, judging by how embarrassed she was by the cookies. No, this time, Sera was just pulling a prank for the sake of pulling a prank, because it was funny, it helped with morale, and because the Inquisitor asked her, since Varric was feeling a bit down, and he was very much the kind of person who could laugh at himself.

So, Varric was covered in feathers, actually laughing after the initial shock wore off, and the prank was a success. In fact, everyone was laughing. Everyone, including Cassandra, laughing discretely in a corner, and then turning away from the commotion as she was afraid to be seen laughing like that. So of course Sera followed her.

“I’ve been trying to make you laugh for months and that’s all it took?” Sera asked, a bit offended. She had used some damn good material on Cassandra.

“Sera? What are you talking about? I have been a victim of several of your pranks!”

“Exactly! Didn’t you see how Varric was laughing once he realized what was going on? That’s because pranks are fun, they make people happy.”

Cassandra frowned. “You were trying to make me happy? By tossing a bucket of water on me and nearly ruining my sword?”

Sera rolled her eyes. “You’re too serious, you can’t always be all serious, I was trying to make you relax!”

“Why do you even care?” Now Cassandra was anything but happy, she hated the idea of falling to an elaborate ploy, and if Sera was the one planning it, it couldn’t be good.

Sera averted her eyes, embarrassed. “I don’t care! I was just trying to take that stick off your butt!”

Cassandra became even angrier, crossing her arms in front of her body. “I take our mission seriously, unlike some people who are always fooling around and pulling pranks, that’s not a defect.”

“At least I don’t always look like I’m suffering and run away so people won’t see I look cute laughing,” Sera said, and then put her tongue out. She didn’t even realize what she had said.

But Cassandra did. “What did you say?” she asked, blushing slightly. People didn’t call her ‘cute’.

“I… nothing! I said you looked rude! Bye!” Sera ran away before Cassandra could say another word. Flirting with tall, muscular girls was only fun when she actually realized that was what she was doing.

Cassandra just stared at Sera as she ran away, looking more confused than she had ever been. Sera always managed to stun her.


Title: Broken Mirror
Fandom: Star Trek Deep Space Nine
Pairing: unrequited Mirror Kira Nerys/Kira Nerys
Rating: T
Prompt: #100|#023 - mirror
Word count: 100
Summary: It was like seeing herself in a broken mirror.

It was like seeing herself in a broken mirror, except she was the distorted image, not the other Nerys. No, that one could have been a terrorist, a murderer, done horrible things that made the Intendant tingle just to think about, but she was still so good it was nauseating. That Nerys wouldn’t love her, she wouldn’t even give her that. The Intendant was such a distorted image that not even another version of herself could love her, and for that she loved and hated that Nerys in equal measures, and she would consume her until there was nothing left.


Title: Kiss
Fandom: The Librarians
Pairing: Cassandra Cillian/Estrella
Rating: G
Prompt: #100|#024 - kiss
Word count: 100
Summary: For the first time, she realized she could have this.

For the first time in her adult life, she didn’t have a bomb ticking far too fast inside her brain. She had her whole life ahead of her now, that was a foreign concept she couldn’t wait to explore. And when Estrella kissed her, she realized she could have this, she could have love and romance without worrying about the day she decided she was going to die. Cassandra couldn’t stay with her, she had so much to do with her bargained time, but that kiss, that sweet and delicate kiss, full of promise, almost made her wish she could.


Title: Sins
Fandom: Jessica Jones
Pairing: Jeri Hogarth/Wendy Ross-Hogarth
Rating: T
Prompt: #100|#025 - the seven deadly sins
Word count: 1000
Summary: Jeri was far from being a good person.


She wanted everything, and she would get it. From the start, despite Wendy’s romantic notions that she kept applying to her, Jeri wanted to get into law so she could make more money than she would be able to spend in ten lifetimes. She would make a fortune, so that everyone who so much as looked at her would know how successful she was. Wendy believed in all those things about justice and helping people, but then again, Wendy also believed medicine was about saving people’s lives so what did she know? Jeri wanted to be the perfect stereotype of a lawyer: heartless, soulless, and filthy rich. And she wouldn’t allow anything to get in the way of her plan, even if that meant occasionally breaking the law. The law simply didn’t apply to people like her.


Whenever she could, she would make other people do her work for her. It was the ultimate power trip, without actually having to do anything, like working was something that was beneath her, and by extension, anyone who needed to work for a living was beneath her. Of course, she would still put in the hours, and argue important cases, but as a partner she had the benefit of being paid for other people’s work, and she would exploit that at any given opportunity. She wouldn’t say it was unfair, she too had been in the position to work long hours for little pay and have someone else swup in a take all the credit, in the past, she had simply risen above that by virtue of being so good at what she did. And so, exploiting others was only natural, and she would never feel bad about it.


She would only go to the fanciest restaurants, spending hundreds of dollars for a single meal. At one point, Wendy thought that was her way of being romantic, making every dinner special, but in time she grew tired of it, and learnt to see it for what it was, just another way for her to show dominance, prove that she was better than anyone else. With Jeri, everything was about being the best, and not letting anyone forget that. She could do things like plan a trip to Paris, manage to get a reservation to an exclusive and expensive restaurant, and then not even pay attention to the food, or to Wendy. It wasn’t about the food, and it wasn’t about the company, it was about collecting as many symbols of status as she could, regardless of what they were and what they meant to her. And Wendy was getting tired of that.


Having success wasn’t enough, she wanted to be better than any of her colleagues, have more than any of them. It was more about having more than everyone else than it was about having anything for herself. She wanted to be better, and to be better, she needed to have others to compare herself to. Everything she could achieve was pointless unless she could surround herself with other people who thought they were also successful, but were less so than her. Everything she was existed in relation to other people. And so, she couldn’t stand for someone to have something she didn’t. It was envy, but more than just that, it was an attack to her very existence, and she wouldn’t allow that. What others had that she didn’t, she would either take for herself or make them lose it.


Successful lawyers had affairs. It was one aspect of her male partners that she had never emulated, not yet anyway. It was another marker of success, having a loving wife waiting at home, and still risking that relationship because of some hot young thing. She wanted an exciting affair, and maybe even trade in her wife for a newer model. Wasn’t that what success was made of? It was just one more item in the list of things other people had and she didn’t, so she would cross that item too. It wasn’t even about the sex, although that was certainly great. It was about having everything, no exceptions, being the best. She wanted to have it all, and she would, nothing would stop her. Even if that meant breaking her wife’s heart.


She was angry. Furious. How dared Wendy try to ruin her life like this, hurt her like this? Jeri had more than repaid Wendy for everything that she did for her, and then some. She gave Wendy a life of luxury she would never have had otherwise, so obsessed as she was with her charity work, trying to convince herself that she was a good person. Jeri allowed for all that, and this was how Wendy repaid her, by betraying her. This was far worse than Jeri’s affair or wanting a divorce. Wendy was threatening her career, and her career was everything that she was. She would find a way to drop Wendy from her high horse. And she would make sure the fall hurt.


Everything would work out, everything had to work out, because this was her making the plans. Jeri was brilliant, and she could always get what she wanted, this would be no exception, regardless of what she had to do to make Wendy sign the divorce papers. She tried Jessica, and that failed, of course that failed, she had never met someone so unreliable as Jessica, who was lucky she was so good at her job when she actually bothered to do it, or else Jeri wouldn’t have kept working with her. And then, a perfect solution presented itself to her. Of course, using Kilgrave’s powers to compel Wendy to finally sign the divorce was dangerous, not to mention objectively wrong, but none of that mattered. She had to have what she wanted, her whole identity depended on that, and she wouldn’t allow everything she believed she was to be challenged by Wendy, no matter the cost.


Title: Virtues
Fandom: Jessica Jones
Pairing: Jeri Hogarth/Pam
Rating: T
Prompt: #100|#026 - the seven virtues
Word count: 1000
Summary: Pam thought of herself as a good person


She was a good person. Pam always thought of herself as a good and kind person. She always tipped her waiters, even if the service was bad. She gave good morning to her neighbours when she saw them, which was more than it could be said about most new yorkers. She even gave a Christmas present to her doorman every year, that’s how nice she was. She was a good and kind person who always did everything right and treated others well, it was part of her identity. And maybe that wasn’t perfectly accurate, but it was what she chose to believe, so she would just discard all evidence to the contrary. She believed she was good, and acted as much as possible to keep that fantasy, and it was enough for her. Act like a good person to be a good person, even if there were some slips along the way.


Pam was a good worker. She never tried to skip on something that she was supposed to do, and she loved to impress the boss. Especially because the boss was the embodiment of everything that she wanted. Rich, successful, strong, dominant, so sure of herself. She fell in love with Jeri immediately, and Pam knew she had to have her. Like with everything in her life, she would work to get Jeri, the same way she always worked to get what she wanted. And she wouldn’t allow anything to get in her way. Of course, Jeri was married, and that was an issue, because Pam was a good person, and good people didn’t break other people’s marriages. But Jeri wouldn’t give her the time of the day if she was happily married, no harm no foul, and if her marriage wasn’t all that good, she would be helping release Jeri from that burden, so either way she was doing anything that bad.


The key was moderation. She couldn’t give away too much too soon, and she couldn’t come on too strong. She had to give Jeri just a taste of what she could get, enough to show that she was interest, but not so much that she couldn’t later pretend that she was just being friendly and that her gestures were misinterpreted by her boss, who had power over her and that’s why Pam didn’t correct her from the start. It was a great plan, one that would allow her to either get what she wanted, or save face if she couldn’t. Moderation was the way to go, going slow and not getting ahead of herself, playing the long game. And well, moderation was a virtue wasn’t it? And she wasn’t nothing if not a good, virtuous person. That was what she always kept telling herself.


She liked to help people when she could, as long as she didn’t have to go too far out of her way to do that. She would even go so far as saying she was a charitable person. After all, didn’t she help Jeri with her pro bono case? There it was, she was helping a girl who killed her parents and didn’t have any money, just because Jeri thought that was the best call. And it wasn’t the first time she ever helped anyone, she had surely helped other people before. She gave money at the church, that was charitable. And she would occasionally volunteer at her church’s soup kitchen, when she didn’t have anything better to do. That always made other people think highly of her, and that was what she liked.


She wasn’t going to have sex with a married woman. Again. At least not now that she knew that Jeri had left her wife for her, and would get divorced, and that they could get married. That had to count for something, didn’t it? She would keep herself under control now, and refuse to continue her sexual relationship until Jeri managed to finalize her divorce. Then, Pam would have everything she wanted, and she wouldn’t be a lowly secretary that nobody paid attention to anymore. Everything was working out perfect, and she couldn’t be happy. Now, if only Wendy would cooperate with the plan and just sign the damn divorce papers, then she could stop feeling like she was second best, the stereotypical secretary that had an affair with her boss. After all, she wasn’t deluding herself into thinking Jeri would leave her wife for her, Jeri had filed for the divorce, Pam did it, she convinced Jeri to end her marriage.


Now all she needed was a bit of patience. She had Jeri hooked, so all she had to do was trust Jeri would make everything right. And if Pam had to work a little to show Jeri how important it was that she did everything that she promised, it still didn’t count as being impatient, she was just being proactive. There was nothing wrong with giving Jeri a little incentive while being patient and waiting for her to do the right thing and divorce Wendy. After all, patience didn’t mean sitting around not doing anything and just waiting for every single solution to fall on her lap. Sometimes you have to work for things while being patient.


She was humble enough to admit when she lost. She played the game, and Jeri was better at it. Jeri crushed her and spit out the pieces. Looking back now, she couldn’t believe what a fool she was, to think that she would ever be able to be happy with Jeri. Jeri was evil and corrupt and tainted and she destroyed everything she touched, and she had destroyed Pam. Pam had killed someone because of Jeri, and at the time she thought she was protecting Jeri, it certainly seemed that way, but no, this was just Jeri’s disgusting plan backfiring. And everything she did to Wendy, she would one day to do Pam if Pam let her. So she wouldn’t let her.


Title: Qunari kink
Fandom: Dragon Age Inquisition
Pairing: Female Adaar/Sera
Rating: T
Prompt: #100|#027 - kink
Word count: 100
Summary: Sera had a Qunari kink.

“You so have a Qunari kink,” Herah said amused, interrupting Sera’s story.

“I do not! I just like women who are all tall, strong…”

“Qunari,” she interrupted. “Or well, Vashoth, but physically there really isn’t a difference.”

Sera laughed. “Alright, maybe I do like Qunari women.”

“I knew it, you only like me for my horns.”

Sera turned to her, and pressed a finger to the tip of Herah’s right horn, sliding it across the horn until she reached the base, then circled the sensitive skin around it, knowing how that made Herah feel. “Well, not only for your horns.”


Title: Lifting the mood
Fandom: Dragon Age: Inquisition
Pairing: Sera/Female Cadash
Rating: G
Prompt: #100|#028 - mood
Word count: 100
Summary: In a single day, she managed to lift Malika’s mood.

It was amazing, but Sera really did it. In a single day, she managed to lift Malika’s mood. Malika was skeptical, at first, but Sera insisted on dragging her along to pull some pranks, and she loved making Sera happy, so she agreed. She should have trusted Sera to be right, her constant joy to live wasn’t born out of an easy life, but of facing hardships and still knowing how to make life fun, which was exactly what Malika needed. Malika was sure that, of all her allies, Sera was the one who had the most to teach her.


Title: City map
Fandom: Ghostbusters (2016)
Pairing: Jillian Holtzmann/Patty Tolan
Rating: G
Prompt: #100|#029 - map
Word count: 100
Summary: It was their way of planning dates

One of the many advantages of dating a municipal historian was that Patty knew everything about the city. Holtz favorite way to plan a date was throwing a dart at a city map and daring Patty to find a good place for them to go within three blocks of where it landed, and of course, once they got there, she had to share everything about the history of that place. And Patty would never disappoint Holtz, even though sometimes she had to be a bit… creative when choosing a place. Which was half the fun, it helped keep things interesting.


Title: Balance
Fandom: Star Trek The Original Series
Pairing: Christine Chapel/Nyota Uhura
Rating: G
Prompt: #100|#031 - heart
Word count: 100
Summary: Nyota had too much heart.

Nyota had too much heart in her, a kind woman, soft, although not helpless. Christine was a much more practical woman, although not uncaring. There was a balance to be found there, although it wasn’t an easy one, and its path was covered in pain. Christine would sometimes worry if she wasn’t too cold with her patients and her friends, and Nyota would get sometimes get hurt from wearing her heart on her sleeve. Somewhere around the middle rested the ideal dosage of passion and practicality, and if they couldn’t find it for themselves, then they would balance each other.


Title: Panic attack
Fandom: One Day at a Time
Pairing: Penelope/Jill
Rating: G
Prompt: #100|#032 - hurt/comfort
Word count: 100
Summary: Penelope has a panic attack, Jill is there to help.

It was the worst attack Penelope had in months, and just when she thought she was finally getting better. Everything was too bright and too loud and she couldn’t even think. She heard Jill’s voice, trying to be soothing, but she couldn’t even hear what the other was saying, and then she was being moved, away from the lights and the noises and everything. Jill understood what that was like, she had been there many times before, and she knew how to help Penelope find her way back. Little by little, the panic subsided, crisis averted, at least for now.


Title: Queen and King
Fandom: Dragon Age: Origins
Pairing: Female Cousland/Leliana
Rating: T
Prompt: #100|#033 - queen
Word count: 1000
Summary: Elissa actually believed they could make a difference, that was what her arrangement with Alistar was all about.

Elissa actually believed they could make a difference, that was what her arrangement with Alistar was all about. She never wanted power for the sake of power, she wasn’t like her mother, who only cared about increasing the status of the family, and she had never even dreamt of being Queen before Alistair’s proposal. Of course, she hadn’t known about Alistair’s feelings then, or she would have rejected him, but he didn’t frame it quite like a marriage proposal, more like a chance to continue working together to help people. She knew Alistair didn’t want to be King and had no experience in leadership, so it made sense that, if he had to take a noble wife, he would choose someone he knew, someone he could trust. They were friends, and that was it, or so she thought.

She fell in love with Leliana so early on that she couldn’t even remember when Leliana stopped being just an ally. Elissa’s mother wouldn’t approve, she would never allow her daughter to marry someone who wasn’t a noble of a higher or equal house to her own. Not that Elissa cared about that, she had given up on meeting her mother’s expectations a long time ago. She loved Leliana, that was all that mattered, and she wanted to be with her.

Leliana agreed with the plan to make Elissa Queen, although with a bit of hesitation. She suspected that Alistair’s feelings for Elissa weren’t what they seemed. But the plan was still good, they could do a lot for the people as King and Queen, and Leliana would be right there with her every step of the way, so it seemed that everything would be fine.

Elissa honestly believed that Leliana would one day get to Divine, albeit one day in the distant future, and she thought the three of them could make so much good still, that their journey wasn’t over yet. The Hero of Ferelden, the love of her life, and her best friend, just not in the configuration that everyone seemed to expect. She was naïve to the point of thinking that everything would be fine now, and that they could all work together, that was the kind of person she was.

They should have suspected this wouldn’t work from the moment Morrigan suggested the dark ritual. That was when her relationship with Alistair took a bad turn. Perhaps before that he thought there was still a chance of them one day being together, or perhaps being asked to sleep with a woman he hated and have a child with her, only to condemn that child to have a cursed soul, was too much for his loyalties.

But he still asked Elissa to marry him and be his Queen, even though he knew she and Leliana planned to keep traveling together, and he appealed to her sense of duty, convincing her that this was how she would be able to make the most good.

They could have been good for Ferelden, they could have made a difference. It wasn’t the same as saving countless lives during the blight, but it had the same potential to help people. That was all Elissa ever wanted, to help people, to be better than her parents. But they ended up fighting for so long they couldn’t actually do anything.

Leliana spent every night in the castle with her. It wasn’t the plan, at first. Leliana didn’t want to live there, but Elissa needed her there, especially because her arrangement with Alistair wasn’t working like she hopped. But Leliana’s presence there only made Alistair angrier at Elissa. He wanted something of her she couldn’t give him, and, since she believed the best of people, she truly believed that Alistair didn’t resent her on purpose, that he just couldn’t control his feelings, and that they could work through things and remain friends. She was wrong. He wasn’t a bad person, but he wasn’t a good King either, and that, allied with marrying a woman he loved knowing that she would never love him back, was simply too much for him.

They could have accomplished so much, truly changed things for the better for the people of Ferelden, but all they ever did was fight, to the point that Alistair would fight her on policies that would be positive just because it was her suggesting them.

One day she realized that this was never going to work, and that she was doing more harm than good as Queen of Ferelden. This wasn’t what she hoped to do, and it seemed pointless to subject all three of them to such misery if that wasn’t going to help anyone.

It was the middle of the night when she and Leliana left, she thought it would be easier on Alistair like this, he was still her friend, after all, and she cared about him. She left him a note explaining everything, even though she knew it wouldn’t be enough, nothing she could say would ever be enough, but it was all she could offer.

Elissa wasn’t like her mother. She didn’t want power for power’s sake, and she most definitively wasn’t willing to be trapped in a loveless marriage like so many women in her family. For her, it was easy to walk away from the crow, to walk away from everything. She had Leliana with her, and that was all that mattered.

The two of them could still make some good, just of a more localized kind, and not as generalized as it could be if she was changing policy and law as Queen. And now that she was no longer trapped in the castle, she could try to find a way to free the warders of the taint, thus saving them all from a premature death in the Deep Roads. It wasn’t the initial plan, but it was still a good one, and at least now she didn’t have to pretend she wasn’t in love with Leliana.


Title: What-ifs
Fandom: Code Black
Pairing: Malaya Pineda/Carla Niven
Rating: G
Prompt: #100|#034 - maybe
Word count: 100
Summary: On the good days, Malaya managed not to think about what-ifs.

On the good days, Malaya managed not to think about what-ifs. Maybe if Carla never had cancer, maybe if having a child wasn’t so important to Carla, maybe if Malaya’s priority at that point had been a family, not her career, maybe if Carla hadn’t chosen a baby over her own life, maybe if they had tried a little harder, things could have worked between them. But none of those things happened, and now it was too late for all that could be and wasn’t. On the good days, she didn’t think about that, but not all days were good.


Title: Fairy Tale Princess
Fandom: The Librarians
Pairing: Eve Baird/Cassandra Cillian
Rating: G
Prompt: #100|#035 - fantasy
Word count: 100
Summary: Eve was a fairy tale princess, and Cassandra was her prince charming.

Cassandra was turned into prince charming, while Eve became a fairy tale princess, and maybe it was all a coincidence, but maybe it wasn’t. Cassandra was charming, of course, and brave and daring when she had to be, and many of the women she came in contact with were smitten, even before the book’s magic. Eve, on the other hand, hated being vulnerable, always the savior and never saved, but needing saving sometimes was only human, she had to face that. Maybe there was some truth in those transformations, and maybe, even without the spell, Cassandra could be Eve’s savior.


Title: No warning
Fandom: Agent Carter
Pairing: Peggy Carter/Angie Martinelli
Rating: G
Prompt: #100|#036 - consequences
Word count: 100
Summary: The consequences had to catch up with her at some point.

When Peggy came back from her latest mission, Angie was gone. No warning, no note, no nothing, just gone, along with all her things. Peggy’s first thought was that she had been taken, but a few phone calls were enough to learn that she had simply moved away, to follow her dream of being an actress. Peggy should have known better, she was never home, always away on missions, leaving Angie alone, the consequences had to catch up with her at some point, but she thought she would have time, more time, signs. But she didn’t, and there were none.


Title: Perfect and unattainable
Fandom: The Good Place/Eleanor Shellstrop
Pairing: Tahani Al-Jamil
Rating: T
Prompt: #100|#037 - paradise
Word count: 1000
Summary: So, this was it. The Good Place. Heaven. Paradise. The best possible outcome. The most desirable place to be.

So, this was it. The Good Place. Heaven. Paradise. The best possible outcome. The most desirable place to be. The place to where only the absolutely best people got to go.

And she didn’t belong there, but that seemed like an inconsequential detail when it came to whether or not she should be enjoying herself. After all, if the Good Place was so good, then it had to be good for everyone who was there, so, if she didn’t make an effort to enjoy herself, then she was being unnecessarily disruptive. Therefore, what a good person would do would be to seize every opportunity to be happy as to not disturb the purpose of the Good Place.

Yeah, right. Not even Eleanor bought into that bullshirt. Bullshit. Bull-shirt. Fine, whatever. The whole cussing censorship thing was the hardest to get used to.

Still, the point was, this was supposed to be paradise, and it didn’t seem fair that it wasn’t her own little corner of heaven, even if she wasn’t even supposed to be there. She wasn’t envious, not exactly, she just wanted to belong there, and wanted that place to belong to her. Would that be too much to ask for?

Although, if she were really honest with herself, which was something she avoided doing at all possible opportunities, she didn’t want to be exactly like those people. Just more like them. She wanted to be good and deserving of being in heaven, but she didn’t want to be one of those happy people whose only purpose in life, afterlife even, was to do nice things that made them look good.

Like Tahani. Eleanor most definitely didn’t want to be like Tahani, who thought she was so perfect and amazing and beautiful and good. And, alright, some of these things were true, fine, maybe most of those things, but not all. And she didn’t want to be like Tahani with her perfect contagious smile, and her perfect long and silky hair that just made you want to pass your fingers through it, and her piercing, shiny eyes that hid mysteries in their depths, and her beautiful skin that seemed so soft, and her fashion sense that shouldn’t look as good on her as it did, and her constant aura of positivity that made everyone want to be happy around her to make her happy, and… Eleanor had a point with that, but she forgot it along the way.

It was just… Tahani just had to be so perfect, didn’t she? Always so perfect. She belonged there, as much as Eleanor didn’t want to admit it, and that was the most infuriating part of this. Eleanor wanted to prove Tahani’s presence there was just as much of a mistake as hers, because then…

Tahani was just so… perfect, alright, that was the first thing that always came to mind when thinking about her, and beautiful and kind and generous and that just… Couldn’t. Be. True. That was it. A person like her couldn’t exist, because there was no such thing as a perfect woman, as a perfect person even. Perfect people didn’t exist, therefore, Tahani couldn’t be as perfect as she seemed.

And maybe there was something else to it. Tahani seemed so perfect and unattainable, and maybe if she wasn’t as perfect as she seemed, she would also not really be unattainable. Not that Eleanor cared about that, because she didn’t, she hated Tahani and wanted to destroy her.

Except Tahani was a beautiful person in a way that had nothing to do with how hot she was. Despite the fact that she was, totally hot that is. Like, that was an undisputable fact, whatever else Eleanor could think about her, Tahani was just plain hot, that wasn’t even a matter of taste, it was just an universally accepted fact. Whatever, she could be hot and still not be as good a person as she acted like she was. Hot people can be evil too, and flawed and selfish and petty and oh great, now Eleanor was just building up her own self-esteem. Which was fine, a healthy ego never harmed anyone, but was just not the point she was trying to make. If she was that dispersive when talking to herself, she wondered how everyone else could even keep up.

Anyway, Tahani was attractive, sure, which didn’t mean Eleanor was attracted to her. Like, not necessarily at least. Except she was, maybe a tiny bit. Or a little more than a tiny bit, but who could blame her? After all, all they had to do was look at Tahani to see what she was up against.

Whatever, the point she was trying to make was that Tahani was in the way of that being a paradise for Eleanor too, being just so perfect like that. And if Eleanor could prove that she wasn’t such a good person, that Tahani was more like her, a medium person, then she… would have proven that, which would no doubt bring her some sort of satisfaction, even though she couldn’t tell what kind of satisfaction that would be. Hey, she never claimed to be in tune with her feelings, or that she was a well-adjusted person for that matter, so she couldn’t be judged for that.

At this point, she didn’t know if she wanted Tahani disgraced and cast out, to raise to Tahani’s level, or to have Tahani get down to her level. Those were difficult feelings to tell apart. All that she know was that, right now? This wasn’t her paradise. And not just because she didn’t belong. And as much as Eleanor hated to admit that, she had a feeling that Tahani would have a hand in making things better or worse for her. She just didn’t know how exactly, at least not yet. But she would definitively find out, and that wasn’t an excuse to hang out with Tahani more. Well, not only an excuse at any rate.


Title: Another Universe
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Pairing: Sam Carter/Elizabeth Weir
Rating: G
Prompt: #100|#038 - alternate universes
Word count: 100
Summary: In another universe, Atlantis had them both.

In another universe, Elizabeth escaped a lethal injury, and her nanites were never activated. In another universe, Sam came to Atlantis, not as a replacement for a leader that couldn’t be replaced, but as a scientist who, now that her team was disbanded, wanted to be where new technology to be explored was. In that universe, Elizabeth would grow to admire Sam for the brilliant scientist she was, and Sam would grow to admire Elizabeth for the inspiring leader she was. In that universe, in a kinder universe, Atlantis would benefit from their union, things would be better this way.


Title: The question
Fandom: sense8
Pairing: Amanita Caplan/Nomi Marks
Rating: G
Prompt: #100|#039 - question
Word count: 100
Summary: Nomi was ready to pop the question.

Nomi looked at the ring one last time before putting it away. Amanita would be there any second now, and it wouldn’t be good to spoil the surprise by being caught with the ring before it was time to pop the question. They had been through so much already, and Amanita had always been on her side no matter what. Now that they were no longer running for their lives, Nomi just wanted to make it official. It would be a lie to say she wasn’t nervous, but even now she was overjoyed, this was everything she wanted of life.
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Title: Anne loves Lisa

Fandom: Santa Clarita Diet

Pairing: Anne Garcia/Lisa Palmer

Rating: G

Prompt: #100|#001 - begin

Word count: 100

Summary: She couldn’t have feelings for her partner’s wife.

Anne fell in love with Lisa at first sight, but she couldn’t do anything about it. She couldn’t have feelings for her partner’s wife, that was beyond wrong, so she ignored her feelings and just tried to be a good friend, to Lisa more than to Dan. She knew how complicated any sort of relationship with Dan could be. But now Dan was gone, Lisa needed her support, and even if Anne wanted to begin a new relationship with her, it wasn’t her choice to make. Lisa was grieving, and Anne wouldn’t do anything until Lisa was ready for it.


Title: Another break up

Fandom: Gotham

Pairing: Barbara Kean/Renee Montoya

Rating: T

Prompt: #100|#002 - break

Word count: 100

Summary: Renee couldn’t sacrifice her own health for Barbara.

Renee hated to break things off, but she couldn’t do this anymore. Barbara needed, deserved more help than she could give her. Renee couldn’t sacrifice her own health for Barbara, not only because she needed to take care of herself, but because they had a way of getting trapped in this vicious cycle, bringing to light the worst side of one another. As much as it pained her, and it did, because a part of her was still in love with Barbara, they had to break up, before they went too far down the rabbit hole to climb back up.


Title: Sweet Girl

Fandom: Gotham

Pairing: Fish Mooney/Liza

Rating: T

Prompt: #100|#003 - sweet

Word count: 100

Summary: Liza was such a sweet girl, with just the right amount of spice.

Liza was such a sweet girl, with just the right amount of spice. Of course, she was a rough diamond, in much need of polishing, but she was willing to be trained, and obedient enough, when the situation called for it. Liza was a true find, and it was a shame that Fish had to send her away, she would be interesting to keep around the club. Not interesting enough to keep, of course, as dominating Gotham’s underworld was a much more attractive prospect, but maybe interesting enough to retrieve, after all was said and done and Falcone was finished.


Title: Twisted Romance

Fandom: Gotham

Pairing: Tabitha Galavan/Barbara Kean

Rating: T

Prompt: #100|#004 - twist

Word count: 100

Summary: Only with Tabitha she could be herself.

Barbara was damaged goods, that’s what everyone seemed to think, that she was broken in an unfixable way and should be locked up, key thrown away. Everyone except for Tabitha, that is. Tabitha was even more twisted than Barbara was, and that was quite a feature. That’s why Barbara kept coming back, only with Tabitha she could be herself, and the mood to commit some murders wouldn’t be met with judgment, but with enthusiastic support and participation. It was like they were made for each other, and if Barbara was damaged, then Tabitha was as well, in the same way.


Title: Want

Fandom: Crossing Lines

Pairing: unrequited Ellie Delfont-Bogard/Carine Strand

Rating: T

Prompt: #100|#005 - want

Word count: 100

Summary: Ellie wanted Carine, but Carine would only ever see her as a protégée.

She wanted someone she couldn’t have. Carine only saw her as a protégée, Ellie was aware of that, and if at first she disliked the implication that she was less than anyone else on the team and still had to be trained, now she despised the notion that a role model was all Carine would ever be to her. Ellie wanted her, wanted Carine to feel about her the same way that she did, to want her, but it was hopeless, and she wasn’t about to allow that to interfere with her job. That didn’t stop her from wanting, though.


Title: Escape

Fandom: sense8

Pairing: Sun Bak/Kala Dandekar

Rating: G

Prompt: #100|#006 - out

Word count: 100

Summary: They each had in the other a chance to escape.

They each had in the other a chance to escape, at least for a little while, from their respective realities. This was true with the others too, but sometimes, Kala and Sun were the ones who were most in sync. Sun was patient, and she could stand the prison, but sometimes she just wanted out of there, and Kala’s colorful life offered the best escape. And sometimes, Kala appreciated how quiet  solitary could be, a refuge to be isolated from her frenetic life. Sometimes, they just wanted out of their own lives, and they each offered the other an escape.


Title: Attachments

Fandom: Star Trek The Original Series (Mirrorverse)

Pairing: mirror!Nyota Uhura/mirror!T’Pring

Rating: T

Prompt: #100|#007 - dark

Word count: 100

Summary: Attachments weren’t nearly as inevitable.

They were more alike than not, fierce and strong, taking power beyond survival, to thrive in a dark universe, where getting away with murder was a simple matter of scaring away the allies of your victim. Nyota and T’Pring started off as cautious allies, in their society, beautiful women could always use some allies to keep themselves as players, and not as prizes. They would never trust each other, there was no such thing as trust in their universe, but attachments weren’t nearly as inevitable. It would have been easier not to care, but neither ever took the easy road.


Title: History would remember

Fandom: Dragon Age: Origins

Pairing: Leliana/Female Brosca

Rating: G

Prompt: #100|#008 - history

Word count: 100

Summary: Would history remember who they were, or only what they had done?

Natia wondered if history would remember who they were, not only what they had done. Leliana was either plagued by religious hallucinations, or a prophet chosen by the Maker to help save Ferelden, and only time would say which interpretation would prevail. Natia changed her family’s fate and status, and there was no way stories about her wouldn’t be passed down through the generations. But they were more than just what they had done, they were people who lived and loved and laughed and cried, who were scared of the fight and fought anyway. Would they be remembered for that?


Title: Dating Supergirl

Fandom: Supergirl

Pairing: Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor

Rating: M

Prompt: #100|#009 - texts from last night

Word count: 1000

Summary: Lena and Kara act inappropriately at a corporate party.

After a while, all of these parties started to look alike. Honestly, Lena got tired of them about a month into being adopted, when she had to play the role of the perfect daughter. She thought it would be different once she was the one hosting the parties, as that would give her more control, but they were still as boring as they always were. Well, at least they were boring before she managed to convince Kara to come along with her.

At first, Kara would only come when there was a threat to Lena’s life, so she could keep her safe. That is, so that Supergirl could protect her. And there was absolutely no connection between Kara and Supergirl, none whatsoever. It was adorable how Kara actually thought that they glasses helped conceal her identity. After all, they were just glasses, it’s not as if they did anything to change her amazing looks. Plus, there was the fact that she definitively took those off to sleep, so the fact that she thought Lena hadn’t connected the dots would be offensive if it weren’t so adorable. Anyway, allowing Kara to keep her secret was worth it just to see Supergirl’s face the first time they saw each other after having sex, she actually missed the window when trying to fly out of Lena’s office, although thankfully not with enough force to break the wall.

Kara was so sweet and innocent, and the joy of Lena’s life was to get her to leave her shell. She would never force her, never push her, just gently nudge her, ever so slowly. It produced great results, like that party where no one could find either of them for twenty minutes and she pretended she didn’t notice that Kara used her heat vision to open the door to that deposit. For someone who tried so hard to keep her identity a secret even from the people closest to her, Kara was really careless about using her powers to make her life easier. It was a good thing Lena’s mother never cared about anyone she was dating, because if she had looked at her for more than two seconds, Supergirl would be in trouble.

The plans she had for that night were a bit bold, but she thought Kara was ready for her to take that step. The party was almost over, most of the guests had left, and the ones that were still there were too drunk to notice anything that was going on around them. Even the friends Kara had brought along were way past intoxicated, playing a game with some of the props that were distributed in the party. The Luigi mustache maybe? They kept taking pictures with it as if it was the funniest thing in the world, which just proved how much alcohol they had taken.

It was a costume party fundraiser to help build a new wing at the Central City General Hospital or something like that, her public relations department planned the whole thing. At least it was something different, and any break from the monotony of these parties was a good thing. Lena had gone as Supergirl, and Kara nearly had an aneurism when she saw her, which wasn’t exactly the reaction she was expecting, but it was still a good one. Lena could barely wait the day Kara would come to tell her the big secret, only so she could say she had known it all along.

Lena had tried to convince Kara to come as Supergirl, actually, but Kara finally decided on nurse Chapel, which was almost as good, because it also came with a short skirt. A really short shirt, that was lifted even higher when she sat down.

Lena had her hand high on Kara’s thigh for something like half an hour before she decided to slowly move her fingers higher, under the hem of the skirt, which got her a whisper of “What are you doing?”.

Lena smiled, leaning in closer to whisper against Kara’s ear. “Will you relax? No one will notice anything. And this isn’t that much different from being inside a closet with people ten feet away from us.”

It was a bit of a gamble. Kara could go along with it, or she could let her embarrassment win and push Lena away. At least Lena had a clear conscience, since she knew Kriptonians weren’t affected by alcohol and so there was nothing impairing Kara’s ability to make decisions. Lena might be kinky and more than willing to attack Kara’s innocence, but she would never want to do anything that Kara didn’t want to, nor would she want consent to be given in any dubious form.

For a long moment, Lena kept her hand there, just below the hem, waiting for Kara’s response. She wouldn’t move unless Kara was on board with it. This wasn’t just about doing what Lena wanted, but about making Kara feel good.

“Fine, but you better be careful,” she said finally, looking around to make sure that no one was looking at them, already blushing in advance, which only made her more adorable.

That was exactly what Lena was waiting for. Any party that ended with her fingering Supergirl in front of investors had to be the best one in history.

Later, she would take out her phone and bring her brother’s contact information, typing a message to him. ‘Until you find yourself finger banging supergirl in the middle of the dance floor while her friends are passing around for luigi mustache for a photo op, YOU HAVE NOT HIT MY LEVEL’. She laughed, that would make him lose his mind, even though he would probably not believe her. It was a shame he was in jail, they used to tease each other when they were younger, and she wished things hadn’t turned out the way they did. She deleted the text, it wasn’t as if he would be able to read that anyway.


Title: Faith or Love

Fandom: Dragon Age Inquisition

Pairing: Female Lavellan/Sera

Rating: T

Prompt: #100|#011 - faith

Word count: 1000

Summary: Her faith was important to her, but so was Sera.

Her faith was important to her. These were the stories she grew up listening to, the deities she believed in before she even knew the true meaning of believing in something, the faith that gave her people the strength to survive and thrive despite everything that had been done to them over the centuries. She still remembered sitting with her brother and other children of the clan to be educated, to be told of their gods and how important they were, how important that part of their culture was, and that celebrating it was part of what made the Dalish so different from city elves.

Ellana never hated city elves, although she knew many of her clan who did, nor did she ever thought she was better than them by simple virtue of their blood, although she knew that belief was even more common. She always believed that the gods would smile kindly upon those who had been robbed of their roots, no matter where they were in the long and arduous process of reclaiming them.

It wasn’t even that she believed in all the stories, or believed that they happened exactly how they were told. That was not what faith was about. To her, faith meant knowing there were things that didn’t fit anywhere and other things that clearly had to be wrong, and that regardless of that, the core of what was being taught was right, and any error was simply a consequence of the stories being passed down through generations.

It seemed obvious that no history could survive intact through the passage of time, but that any mistake made in the retellings meant very little when their general message was so important.

She wouldn’t say she was a religious person, not exactly. Religion always made her think of the Andrastians and she never cared much for their way of preaching one thing and then doing another, and the way she was praised now, the way they finally saw her as having value, not because of who she was but despite that, only made the situation worse. She wouldn’t go as far as picking a fight or even pushing people away for believing in the Maker, but she didn’t much care about what they believed.

Still, she really thought this thing with Sera would work despite their religious differences.

Because the thing was, Sera was learning more about elven culture for her. And Sera didn’t see her as just the Herald of Andraste, there to save the world. Sera wasn’t afraid to toss a pie at Ellana if she thought that would lift the mood and help with morale. Sera was sweet, and kind, and fierce, and funny, and crass, and impulsive. She was everything Ellana could dream of, all wrapped in a little elven packet with badly cut hair and ripped clothes and a smile that could make you weak on the knees.

And things weren’t always easy. Sometimes they fought, and disagreed on the best course of action, and sometimes she could tell just by looking at her that Sera disapproved something she had just done. Sera feared magic, and there was nothing Ellana could do about that other than guarantee Sera that hers was always in check, even if that didn’t make much good. They thought over mage rights, and trusting mages, and it hurt Ellana in ways she couldn’t express, because that was a part of her and she couldn’t just deny it. But relationships don’t have to be perfect because people aren’t perfect. A relationship has to be good, and that it was. Sera hated ‘elfy stuff’ and still tried to learn more about it for her, Sera would never want her to be locked in a tower, Sera learned to trust Ellana with her magic despite her fears.

Things were good, and they could have remained that way, if it weren’t for what happened.

Because, suddenly, it was all too much for Sera.

And she couldn’t blame her, she really couldn’t, because Ellana still didn’t know how to make sense of everything they had learnt about her ancestors and the ancient gods. She still didn’t know how that would fit with everything she always believed in since she was a little girl. She wasn’t even sure if her faith could survive what they’ve learnt, but it was her decision to make, and hers alone.

It wasn’t fair of Sera to ask this of her, especially when Ellana herself was still dealing with all that confusion and even the faint sense of betrayal she felt. It was their worst fight yet, and they both knew this was a breaking point. Ellana could renounce her faith, and by certain extent her people, and be with Sera, or she could place believes she knew couldn’t be quite right over the love of her life.

It was supposed to be an easy decision. True love isn’t supposed to demand change, or force you to abandon your faith, or place their needs above yours, or lie, that was a big one, lying to a loved one, about something that truly mattered, was just wrong. And it would be so easy for her to say that this was evidence that they didn’t truly love each other, but she didn’t, she couldn’t. She couldn’t abandon what she always believed to be true because of an ultimatum, and she couldn’t lose Sera because of a lie that had been unintentionally told by her people for generations.

So she did the only thing that was left to do: she lied. Ellana told Sera she didn’t believe in any of the things her people believed, she told Sera she was with her on that. It was a lie, and perhaps it wouldn’t be in the future, but it was then. Still, it was the only thing she could do, because choosing between Sera and her faith would have been not only hard, but impossible. She needed both to keep going, especially now.


Title: Overwhelmed senses

Fandom: Supergirl

Pairing: Kara Danvers/Cat Grant

Rating: G

Prompt: #100|#012 - the five senses

Word count: 100

Summary: Sometimes, her augmented senses were too much.

At this point, it was hard to remember how it had been to live without these powers. Kara spent most of her life under a yellow sun, long enough for the augmented senses become her new normal, but sometimes, they could still prove too much. She spent years finding ways to deal with this, but now, when her senses overwhelmed her, she would focus on one thing: Cat. Cat’s smell, the beat of her heart, the taste of her lips, the touch of her skin, her rare but beautiful smiles. She would focus on that, then everything would be fine.


Title: Bad luck

Fandom: Quantico

Pairing: Alex Parrish/Natalie Vasquez

Rating: T

Prompt: #100|#013 - luck

Word count: 100

Summary: It was just bad luck, that this was how they had to meet.

It was just bad luck, that this was how they had to meet, that their training happened the way it did, that this big conspiracy had to stand in the way. They were friends and rivals, there was love and hate there, and if things had been different, they could have been more, but it was just their luck that this was how it had to be. They kept coming together and being pushed apart, until Natalie died, and then there was nothing else to do. It wasn’t fair, but it was just bad luck, and there’s no disputing luck.


Title: Morrigan left

Fandom: Dragon Age: Origins

Pairing: Morrigan/Female Warden

Rating: G

Prompt: #100|#014 - Xena episode titles (04x20 “Vanishing Act”)

Word count: 100

Summary: Morrigan just left, without explanation.

Morrigan just left, without explanation, without so much as a goodbye. It hurt, knowing that her lover of a year could simply vanish, not even trying to take with her more than she could carry on her back. She knew she would see Morrigan again, one day, but only on Morrigan’s terms, and she wasn’t sure she was ready to wait for that. Now, the Fifth Blight was over, all her friends were going away to pursue new purposes, and Morrigan had left her, all alone. It would be sad, if it weren’t what she had always expected of Morrigan.


Title: Masquerades and Secrets

Fandom: Dragon Age Inquisition

Pairing: Cassandra/Female Trevelyan

Rating: G

Prompt: #100|#015 - mask

Word count: 100

Summary: Evelyn always loved a good masquerade

Secretly, Evelyn always loved a good masquerade. The idea of losing her identity under a mask, the illusion of anonymity, the weight of the world, lifted from her shoulders. She wished she and Cassandra had come with masks too, and that they could dance in front of everyone, and that she had as beautiful a dress as those noblewomen. But a mask couldn’t hide who she was, when not even gloves could, and she had to keep her affections secret not to place Cassandra in any additional harm. In front of the world, they had to be advisor and Inquisitor.


Title: Sebastian’s perspective

Fandom: Crossing Lines

Pairing: Arabela Seeger/Lorraine

Rating: G

Prompt: #100|#016 - outsider point of view

Word count: 100

Summary: Sebastian just wanted to keep Marco from hurting her.

Sebastian was the only one on the new team that knew about their relationship, which made sense as he was the one that knew Arabela the longest. So, he was the only one who could try to stir Marco away from Arabela. He was just trying to make sure that Arabela wouldn’t lose a friend over Marco’s inability to see what was right in front of his eyes, how happy and in love Arabela was. That could hurt the team, but most of all, it could hurt Arabela. And he wasn’t about to let his friend get hurt over this.


Title: Flirting

Fandom: Crossing Lines

Pairing: Arabela Seeger/Eva Vittoria

Rating: G

Prompt: #100|#017 - flirt

Word count: 100

Summary: Eva liked to flirt.

Eva liked the new girl, she was intriguing. It took Eva a  while to get used to the changes on the team, but once she had, flirting with Arabela had become a kind of hobby. There was a lot she could get away with, being Italian, because people assumed that, if it comes like a second nature to them, then it must be unintentional or just not serious. Of course, that also meant all the flirting didn’t go anywhere so far, but if she were honest with herself, she wasn’t sure she was ready for this, so soon after Anne-Marie.


Title: Cutting ties to the past

Fandom: Dragon Age: Origins

Pairing: Leliana/Female Aeducan

Rating: T

Prompt: #100|#018 - cut

Word count: 100

Summary: Sereda would never judge Leliana for her past.

Sereda would never judge Leliana for her past, or the fact she tried to run away from it. She could understand the urge to let go of one’s past life, cut all times to the past and move on, it was what she herself was trying to do. This could only bring them closer, not apart. In a way, she was grateful for this glimpse at what made Leliana who she was, but Sereda was even more grateful for the opportunity to help burn the bridges that Leliana left behind. Now, if only cutting ties were as easy for Sereda.


Title: Mission Failed

Fandom: Dragon Age Inquisition

Pairing: Josephine Montilyet/Female Lavellan

Rating: T

Prompt: #100|#019 - home

Word count: 1000

Summary: Clan Lavellan was dead, and she didn’t want to blame Josephine for failing.

She didn’t want to blame Josephine for what happened, but that was easier said than done. Her home was gone, just like that, because she wasn’t there to protect it, and because she trusted Josephine to find a way to keep them safe for her.

Ellana had never even been apart from her clan before the conclave. The clan Lavellan was everything to her before her life was turned upside down by humans who thought she was some kind of savior, and ignored the fact she didn’t believe in their god, or that she had any connection to their prophet or whatever they prefered to call Andraste. She knew she could use her mark to help people and save Thedas, so that’s what she decided to do, but she never, not even for one second, believed that she was serving Andraste in doing so.

She prefered to be called Inquisitor over Herald, even though she hated both titles and would much rather be called Ellana, but not even her closest friends seemed willing to call her that. Not even Josephine did, and she fought Josephine’s fiacé for her hand, that was supposed to mean something. But they all saw her as this otherworldly figure, and tried to distance her as much as possible from her origins.

She was a mage, but no one hesitated to talk ill of mages in front of her, even asking for her to agree with them as if there was any possibility that a Dalish mage, the first of her clan for that matter, would agree that her kind should be stolen from their families - or worse, freely and eagerly given by families wishing to rid themselves of what they saw as a dangerous burden, a monster - and locked away for the rest of their lives. She had never stepped foot inside a circle, but she heard enough about what went on in there, and what she heard wasn’t pretty. Before everything happened, the war and the conclave and the rifts, she used to think of one day becoming Keeper and offering solace for escaped elven mages, even though there were many Dalish that saw the alienage elves as less than them.

She was Dalish, but everyone kept insisting that she had to believe in Andraste, that she was somehow proof of Andraste’s powers. They didn’t even care about what she thought, what she believed in, just judged her and complained every time she reminded them that their god wasn’t her god, trying to force her to change her mind, to abandon her culture, as if it meant nothing.

Ellana had a life before the Inquisition, a happy life that she hoped to someday return to. The Inquisition couldn’t last forever, and would probably not last more than a few years, and she wanted to return home when that was over. But now she didn’t have a home anymore.

Rationally, she knew that if she had been home with the others, she would just have been killed. It was unlikely that she would singlehandedly be able to change what happened, as she was a skilled mage, but still far from the level of the Keeper. Still, not being there seemed wrong. Her clan died, so she should have died with them. She was a Lavellan too, and there was no reason for her to be there when no one else was. Once again, she had survived a massacre by sheer dumb luck, and she couldn’t accept how that made her feel. Twice a survivor just for being someplace she didn’t belong, it was wrong on so many levels she couldn’t even begin to describe it.

She didn’t want to blame Josephine, because she already blamed herself enough, so much so that she didn’t want to go out and do everything that she was supposed to do. Not just her entire family - mother, the mage that first taught her that what they had was a gift and not a curse, father, the hunter that taught her about respecting all life no matter how small, brother, who looked up to her and to whom she taught everything she knew, sister, barely old enough to speak the last time she saw her - but her entire clan, every single person that she knew from the moment she was born until well into her early adulthood, simply gone. And everyone expected her to just go back to business as usual, not even a minute allowed to grieve.

Would they treat her the same if she weren’t Dalish? If the Inquisitor, their so called Herald of Andraste, had been a human and a warrior, who lost her family, no, her entire city because of a mistake made by her lover, would she be expected to continue working? Was her heritage the only reason why her pain didn’t matter?

They didn’t even send her a message to tell her what had happened. Josephine just waited for her to be back from one of her missions and then told her that the nobles had killed her entire clan, just like that. Ellana didn’t blame her for thinking that her solution was the best, nor for convincing Ellana of that, even though now she suspected that Leliana’s plan would have been better. No, Ellana didn’t blame Josephine for that, but she did blame her, blamed all of her so called friends, for treating this as a small, inconsequential incident.

She lost her home, and no one cared, no one understood. And it was hard not to resent them, especially when she made such an effort to understand all of their struggles. She lost her home, and she was now all alone, no place to return. She would have to learn to continue living her life without them now. At least now a future where she didn’t survive the ill effects of the anchor didn’t seem so tragic after all. What was the point of surviving if she didn’t have a home to return to?

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1.Deathless Aphrodite of the spangled mind
2.Some men say an army of horse
3....among mortal women, know this
4....for those
5.He seems to me equal to gods that man
6.stars around the beautiful moon burn me
8.their heart grew cold came and I was crazy for you
10.not one girl I think
11.I simply want to be dead.
12.may you sleep on the breast of your delicate friend now
14.but me you have forgotten
15.stand to face me beloved
16.someone will remember us
17.when all night long
18.and on the eyes
19.Moon has set
20.spangled is

Sappho Prompt Table Challenge
Fandom: Dragon Age (Dragon Age Origins and Dragon Age: Inquisition)

Title: Can’t compete
Pairing: unrequited Female Inquisitor/Leliana, Female Warden/Leliana
Rating: G
Prompt: 1. Deathless Aphrodite of the spangled mind
Word count: 100
Summary: How could she ever hope to compete with arguably the most important woman of recent history?

Title: There’s beauty in strength
Pairing: Female Adaar/Cassandra Pentaghast
Rating: T
Prompt: 2. Some men say an army of horse
Word count: 500
Summary: Herah wonders about the meaning of beauty

Title: You could release me
Pairing: Female Trevelyan/Cassandra Pentaghast
Rating: T
Prompt: 3. ...among mortal women, know this
Word count: 150
Summary: Evelyn asks for a favor Cassandra isn’t ready to comply with.

Title: Sacrifice
Pairing: Female Surana/Leliana
Rating: T
Prompt: 4. ...for those
Word count: 100
Summary: Neria couldn’t ask someone else to make this sacrifice.

Title: The Queen of Ferelden
Pairing: Female Cousland/Leliana
Rating: G
Prompt: 5. He seems to me equal to gods that man
Word count: 150
Summary: What Elissa wanted was to rule as Queen of Ferelden, and keep her beloved Leliana as her mistress, and she would get what she wanted.

Title: Moonlight
Pairing: Female Lavellan/Cassandra Pentaghast
Rating: G
Prompt: 6. stars around the beautiful moon
Word count: 100
Summary: A romantic night under the moonlight.

Title: Wildfire
Pairing: Female Lavellan/Sera
Rating: G
Prompt: 7. you burn me
Word count: 100
Summary: Sera was like a wildfire.

Title: Hopelessness
Pairing: Female Surana/Leliana
Rating: G
Prompt: 8. their heart grew cold
Word count: 150
Summary: Neria felt a cold hopelessness taking over her as it truly dawned on her that they had been fighting for something unattainable.

Title: Longing
Pairing: Female Surana/Leliana
Rating: G
Prompt: 9. you came and I was crazy for you
Word count: 150
Summary: Leliana and Neria reunite.

Title: Wisdom of her ways
Pairing: Female Lavellan/Sera
Rating: G
Prompt: 10. not one girl I think
Word count: 150
Summary: For all that could be said about Sera’s childish manners, there was a certain internal logic to them that Ellana couldn’t dispute.

Title: The longing to come
Pairing: Female Surana/Leliana
Rating: G
Prompt: 11. I simply want to be dead.
Word count: 200
Summary: She had to leave, Leliana understood that.

Title: Finding Peace
Pairing: Female Inquisitor/Josephine Montilyet
Rating: G
Prompt: 12. may you sleep on the breast of your delicate friend
Word count: 100
Summary: There’s only one place where she can find peace.

Title: Muse
Pairing: Dagna/Sera
Rating: G
Prompt: 13. here now
Word count: 100
Summary: Crafting was an art, and Sera was her muse.

Title: Things Forgotten
Pairing: Female Trevelyan/Sera
Rating: G
Prompt: 14. but me you have forgotten
Word count: 150
Summary: The lirium claimed a high price.

Title: We won
Pairing: Female Lavellan/Sera
Rating: G
Prompt: 15. stand to face me beloved
Word count: 100
Summary: After the final battle.

Title: Faith is all we have
Pairing: Female Lavellan/Cassandra Pentaghast
Rating: G
Prompt: 16. someone will remember us
Word count: 200
Summary: “Do you ever wonder if what we are doing will truly make a difference?”

Title: All-nighter
Pairing: Female Lavellan/Josephine Montilyet
Rating: G
Prompt: 17. when all night long
Word count: 100
Summary: Josephine has to work all night, Ellana isn’t much help.

Title: Sleepless
Pairing: Female Surana/Leliana
Rating: G
Prompt: 18. and on the eyes
Word count: 200
Summary: Neria has trouble sleeping.

Title: Nights Alone
Pairing: Female Surana/Leliana
Rating: G
Prompt: 19. Moon has set
Word count: 100
Summary: Ever since Neria died, Leliana can’t sleep.

Title: Resting Place
Pairing: Female Tabris/Leliana
Rating: T
Prompt: 20. spangled is
Word count: 100
Summary: Kallian’s final resting place was an unmarked grave.
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