[ficathon] fem feb 2019
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clockwork_hart1I'm late but not as late as usual, so that should count for something. Also I hummed and hawed about whether to host this on lj or dw (and discounted cross posting immediately bc I know I would just confuse myself) and settled on experimenting with dw for now, since I've never done a ficathon here before, and if it falls apart then I'll haul myself back to lj next time.
1. Any fandom is welcome, as usual. This ficathon (like all my ficathons) is lady-focused, and this one is also focusing on wlw, so please no m/m prompts
I have decided for now that rule 63 is okay - IF one person in the pairing is canonically female (so f!bellamy blake/raven is fine) and trans prompts are also totally fine - PLEASE no transphobia or trans-phobic plotlines.
2. Prompt as much as you wish, but make a separate comment for each prompt. The more prompts, the better, trust me.
3. When you fill a prompt, please leave a comment here (link, title, warnings, prompt). Art, fic, fill with whatever. Multiple fills encouraged!
4. Feedback is much appreciated, but you knew that already.
5. Have fun!
tumblr post may be forthcoming
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Date: 2019-02-04 06:59 pm (UTC)when it’s you i find like a ghost in my mind, i am defeated and i gladly wear the crown
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Date: 2019-02-07 01:43 am (UTC)https://archiveofourown.org/works/13605525
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Date: 2019-02-04 07:02 pm (UTC)i was asleep in a dream, then you woke me up, little sun
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Date: 2019-02-04 07:03 pm (UTC)i love everybody because i love you
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Date: 2019-02-04 07:55 pm (UTC)friendship, is a relative term
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Date: 2019-02-05 01:29 am (UTC)but the demons they come at night, i want to be your appetite, i want to be your good dreams, your bad dreams, i can’t help it, you’re so beautiful
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Date: 2019-02-05 08:15 pm (UTC)"We were only ever just playing at being scoundrels," her whisper is barely audible in the sterile room with the carton of stale coffee in the corner and flickering lights.
But Susan hears it anyhow because it feels like something her heart rebels against when she says it ... only this sounds true the way that we were only ever just playing at being kings and queens always feels like a lie.
She looks up for the first time, the conversation around the new participant already buzzing in a new direction, glancing off Susan's peripheral like static in a storm. She looks up and studies the people around her for the first time in four months it'll be good for you, susan her doctor told her, you aren't the only one who lost something in the war, and sees sad, pathetic people with blood-shot, red-rimmed eyes and pouched bellies. People did lose something in the war - everyone loses something, eventually - not everyone loses everything and everyone.
The scoundrel, is different.
Not at first - at first she's just... small, innocuous, a little like a child in outdated clothing borrowed from her grandmother.
And then.
Wendy smiles at the queen across the room. It's the smile she saved for Hook, for Pan - when they were alone, for the mermaids - when she was so deep under the water only they could see, for Tiger Lily - when they were covered in mud and blood and sweat and tears and felt each other's lips for the first time. It's the only real smile she has left, and her face hasn't felt it's crease in the longest time.
It says: i want to eat you i want to devour your i want to swallow you whole i want to swallow the world until there's only us left and then we'll fight to the death like our hearts belong to a foreign god in a long-lost land and there's nothing tying us to this place anymore, it says too much - it says it all.
It's just a smile from a pirate to a queen in a land neither belongs and it's everything coming back together again.
And then the girl smiles.
And it is feral.
Stranger, even, then the faces that would dance with her sister in the moonlight as if she belonged to them (Lucy did) (that was the trouble) (Susan didn't belong anywhere). Stranger, even -
blasephemy- than the constellation that evoked a smile on Aslan's face when he told her not to come back.The girl, when she smiles her feral, terrifying smile, reveals something not exactly extraordinary, but something Susan hasn't felt in a long, long while.
After, when Wendy kisses Susan's bare shoulder after a long, wintry night, it doesn't feel like a pirate consort begging favor from her queen. It doesn't feel - either - like two lost girls in a world they don't belong to, clutching each other during long, snowy nights when they were promised sunshine and moonshine and adventures and songs.
It just feels like a kiss.
And that only makes her more hungry.
"You're like me," Susan says abruptly, interrupting the gaggle of voices in the room. Her voice, rough from un-use and dry from the bad coffee, sounds less like a queen's command and more like a cry for help - but that's alright.
The feral girl quirks an eyebrow.
And that's all the answer they need.
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Date: 2019-02-05 05:06 am (UTC)i was honest when i told you ‘we’re as cryptic as the moon’
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Date: 2019-02-05 05:08 am (UTC)now, baby, tell me, what’s your story? do you think it’ll ever sell?
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Date: 2019-02-05 05:10 am (UTC)you know of such magical things and nobody knows you within
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Date: 2019-02-05 05:12 am (UTC)little lamb, what’s your plan? greener pastures in the sky, it’s a shame you want to die
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Date: 2019-02-05 05:14 am (UTC)give us a little love, we never had enough
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Date: 2019-02-05 05:17 am (UTC)and there’s a forgotten forest there
(i’m imaging an au where snow finds aurora’s cottage instead of the dwarves but...again, do with this what you will)
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Date: 2019-02-05 05:22 am (UTC)the war goes on—an ache in the bones, an ache in the gut, an ache in the heart.
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Date: 2019-02-07 01:32 pm (UTC)In the dusklight she shines a gentle gold, the world's most beautiful woman, the world's most coveted trophy. She is draped in blue, like she knows her body belongs to the godly sky.
Even the curls of her hair are touched with homesickness - but her eyes hold the worst of it. A woman is a war, and she knows this well. Her two halves pulling apart at the place where her ribs meet - the need to run, to touch and taste a world beyond the shadow of men and their captive hearts, and this new, raw ache - a need for solid, familiar comfort which seems so far now that even the map of the sky has changed.
She does not realise she's crying until the first tear lands wetly on her upturned palm and Helen aches for something she no longer has language for (and almost no one can speak her language anyhow, they speak in touch, a hand here, a brush of a body there.)
As the tears fall a storm preys upon the distant ocean and in Cassandra's mind's eye Helen is the lightning bolt, pure gold and alight with pain.
Helen's whole self enveloped in the bruises of a war fought across her body as if it were a country to conquer. She is so starved for the presence of women, because she cannot bite her words for the violence-drunk men any longer. She wants to hiss her curses like a sorceress, to whisper her tears into the lap of her maidens and share the pain until it grows thin enough to shoulder.
In the dark, in the hidden space, where no one has even thought to look, Cassandra whispers “For Helen.”
And perhaps just this once, the men will listen.
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Date: 2019-02-05 01:59 pm (UTC)this moment might last forever, but it is the only one
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Date: 2019-02-05 04:22 pm (UTC)and I will follow you into the dark
aka - adventuring girlfriends
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Date: 2019-02-05 04:23 pm (UTC)some olivia pope-level bullshit with lots of kissing, please
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Date: 2019-02-05 04:24 pm (UTC)girl!beck?????no one knows you like i do,
(no one wants to)
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Date: 2019-02-05 04:39 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2019-02-05 06:01 pm (UTC)"I always knew
I would spend a lot of time alone
No one would understand me
Maybe I should go and live amongst the animals?"
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Date: 2019-02-05 09:08 pm (UTC)time will say nothing but i told you so
(..someone write me a ‘the time traveller’s wife’ au where toni is the time traveller....please)
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Date: 2019-02-05 09:09 pm (UTC)and in the line of fire, you’ll set me aside
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Date: 2019-02-07 06:05 am (UTC)all-girls reboot
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Date: 2019-02-07 07:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-02-07 08:16 am (UTC)it's always foggy breath on a mirror, a wet ring where your glass was set.
If I stop looking under tables for the dirt from your shoes, would you finally find me?
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Date: 2019-02-07 08:23 am (UTC)hurricanes and tidal waves and all the rest
Yet here you are the eye of my storm
Come to kill me at last
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Date: 2019-02-07 08:26 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2019-02-07 09:06 am (UTC)there aren't enough love songs in the world
that begin with your scent on my knife
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Date: 2019-02-07 04:31 pm (UTC)your favourite bad idea
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Date: 2019-02-07 05:14 pm (UTC)I need you like I need another hole in my head
(Is that a challenge?)