Femslash February Wrap-Up

[singedsun]

I always try and do some femslash prompts in February and since I was helping with halfamoon this year, I used part of the moon prompt list I put together as my prompts for this year's fics. I ended up with a couple non-femslash just character focused fics, but overall I'm pleased with my short list. It's not done of course, by the end of the year I'd like to do something for all the prompts on that list. But I'm going to post everything here now to collect it all in a single place.

Plus, like everyone I used to interact with on Tumblr doesn't see or interact with my posts now that I'm not like "IN" the Dragon Age fandom anymore and haven't been for quite some time, a lot of my stuff gets overlooked. Which is fine, people find it how they find it. But I like having these shorter pieces collected sometimes in a place that isn't AO3.

I've got two longer fics (both on AO3) one that I picked up for chocolatebox and another that was literally just a SURPRISE inspiration moment, then a couple of other small things, under a cut. If you read, I hope you enjoy them. :)

Silver (1242 words) by singedsun
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Critical Role (Web Series)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Jester Lavorre/Yasha
Characters: Jester Lavorre, Yasha (Critical Role)
Additional Tags: Fluff, Unrequited Crush
Summary:

Jester asks Yasha for help with a card she wants to create for Molly's deck.

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""I don't need to leave, Jester. I don't want to leave." Yasha tries to force her smile into something welcoming, understanding, caring. She tries to mirror the care she sees in Jester's face even as she feels as though it might melt her entire being from the inside."

Sway with Me (2611 words) by singedsun
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Critical Role (Web Series)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Jester Lavorre/Beauregard Lionett
Characters: Jester Lavorre, Beauregard Lionett
Additional Tags: dinner date, Heavy talks over dinner, Spoilers for C2e94: with great responsibility, Beauregard Lionett Has Issues, Adorable Jester Lavorre, Angst with a Happy Ending, Chocolate Box Exchange, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence
Summary:

Jester takes Beau on a fancy date to talk to her seriously about what happened and what Beau had offered the Hag. Serious talks result in a short walk in a gay panic, to the beach.

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She’s watching with such wide-eyed intensity it makes Beau nervous. "Mmm, huh. It's very sweet." She leans in. "Jess, look. We talked about this as a group, I'm not going anywhere. We fixed it -- you did -- you tricked that hag and everything's fine now, right?. Fjord said it, Caleb said it, you know I don't have to leave." She shrugs. "We're good. I'm sorry if you were like, worried or whatever."

Shadow
Fandom: Dracula (TV 2013)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Lucy/Mina
Summary: A short scene in a shared bed.

It's dark when Mina wakes and there's a cold hunger in her belly. She turns over and finds a gold swath of Lucy's finely brushed hair braided and bathed in moonlight. Lucy's dark eyes open with her slow movements, smile shining through the shadows. The sharpness to her teeth as her lips take back make her heart quicken and Mina pulls the covers tighter.

"Watching me sleep?" Mina whispers.

"Not sleeping," Lucy speaks to her mind. But even in her head Lucy's tone is teasing, gentle and inviting. "Neither are you."

"Well not now." Mina says. "You don't have to stay here, if you'd rather be out there. With her." She can feel the growl in her chest at the thought of Lucy out there with that woman.

"That'll never be true, lovely Mina." Aloud her voice is deep but, soft and wistful. She raises a hand to cup Mina's cheek and leans in. "I may not sleep when you do, but I would watch you all night, if you'll let me."

Mina's blush is hidden in the night's shadow, but Lucy senses the quickening of her heartbeat. There's a scent of copper twisted with the scent of Mina's rose bathwater that's too divine not to inhale. She takes a long unneeded breath in, leaning in to press a light kiss on Mina's lips. Under the covers, she finds Mina's hand and clasps it in hers.

Despite her speedy heart, Mina shivers at the brush of Lucy's cold lips and chill fingers.

"I may never get used to that."

"The kiss?" Lucy asks, nerves tugging at her chest.

Mina pulls Lucy's hand to her chest, against her warm skin and rapid pulse. "The chill," she answers.

Waxing/Waning
Fandom: Dragon Age
Rating: General Audiences
Character: Isabela
Summary: Isabela on the ship, leaving Kirkwall with a glimpse back to who she's leaving behind.

It's like flexing a muscle. Isabela steers out from the Kirkwall docks and stares out at the waves, as the tides sweep them out into the water. She wave of her craft beneath her feet makes her sway and she widens her stance to accommodate. A twitch of her fingers pulls the wheel closer and she leans against it.

If it weren't Kirkwall she wouldn't chance this departure, the half face in the closest waxing moon, would be a warning. The pounding in her chest, the nerves that make her bare shoulders break out in pinpricking gooseflesh, it's not the moon's fault. It's just the leaving. Under cover of darkness and retreating tides.

"No goodbyes, no regrets," she whispers, alone and to the waves.

"Captain," calls the Boatswain, and Isabela turns slightly to look over the railing. "There's a light on shore."

She follows the line of his arm as he points behind them. There's not enough moonlight to illuminate the red hair she imagines. But she recognizes the stance, and the shadow of the sword and shield.

A sigh escapes her chest with an ache. She'll be back, she knows. Someday.

She casts her voice down at the Boatswain, or one of a dozen crewmates in distant earshot. "Hang a lantern," she commands. "Let them watch it disappear into the night."

Astral
Fandom: Critical Role - C1
Rating: General Audiences
Character: Pike Trickfoot
Summary: Pike's frustration with the distance her service to Sarenrae has created between her and her family.

"It's harder than I thought it'd be."

She stares at the floor, a shaft of sunlight forming a ring around the front altar. The new temple is far from complete, but it's coming together. A little sigh escapes her lips, a shrug at the thought that follows her words invading the back of her mind.

So many things are.

Something's didn't have to be said, but if the will of the goddess meant staying behind while her friend ran around after a bunch of corrupt, evil dragons, she'd have to get used to it. She just missed them was all and showing up, barely visible, barely tangible it wasn't the same at standing on Grog's shoulders, or somewhere between Vex & Percy near the back of a fight, or hearing Vax laughter in her ears as Scanlan made an off-color joke.

Her friends sounded distant, almost hollow, in her astral form. Grateful as she was for any chance to be with them for a little while, it wasn't the same.

"I just…" Pike kneels at the altar, pale hair wreathed in sunlight. "I know I want too much. To be in two places. But know they need me. They say they need me."

You want to be needed.

"Can't it be both?"

She shakes her head, response or no from her Goddess. It is both. She wants to do the work she's promised to do here. An astral version of her gets to travel great lengths to be with her friends when they need her. It's better than her inability to physically be there at all and she knows it. It just doesn't stop the wanting. It doesn't stop the longing.

"I miss them," she says and it's a quite, whispered admission that makes her chest hurt. "So much."

Our work here is nearly finished.

Pike pulls a small crystal from a pouch at her side, something she's brought here for days like this. When the distance between her and her friends is too much, and the chasm between her power and her goddess is greater still. It's reason to work on the temple, to strengthen Sarenrae, but it makes long weeks without her family even more unbearable.

"Just a few minutes today, just to see them."

She looks down at the clear ball of glass in her hands, heavy weight betraying the core of it's magic and ability. Her eyes unfocus, staring into its depths as she mutters the divine words she's learned by heart, words that bring her friends a little closer, just for a little while.

It's good they're so easy to find, Sarenrae muses and Pike thinks her goddess sounds just a little amused at their antics. They're growing on her too, Pike hopes.

Tides
Fandom: Critical Role - C2
Rating: General Audiences
Characters: Jester & the Traveler
Summary: A short chat on the beach before the Traveler's reveal to the party.

She's sitting in sand with the wand between her fingers like a paintbrush as she draws the lines of a lollipop. She hears the sound of the waves before the water flows over her toes, sitting in small wet grooves. Her drawing washes away in the dark water glowing with the energy of sunset. She giggles, surrounding by the cold water and the sensation that it might drag her out into the sea as it retreats.

Her seat is safe though and she swipes her hand over the wet sand, smoothing it back into place suitable for a new drawing. There's a chuckle on the wind all around her as she moves from one sweet drawing to the spiraling lines of something more lewd. The wind ruffles her hair and sets in motion the ribbons and bells tied to the jewels on her horns.

"Where are your friends, Jester?" A voice whispers above her.

She turns her face up into the clouded sunset and grins as red hair tumbles from a green cloak over her head.

"They're sleeping." She folds her legs, crossing them in front of her body as another small, cold wave sweeps under her. "Dreaming. Probably about me. Beau said they all have a crush on me, did you know that?"

The Traveler chuckles. "That's not hard to imagine."

Jester gives him a sweetly smug smile. "I was waiting for you. I know sometimes you like to wait until it's like kind of dark and like everyone's sleeping and you're getting stronger so they can kind of see you now."

He laughs. "It's nice to have you to myself for a little while."

Her smile turns wistful and she wiggles as if better settling in to converse with her God. "We have so much to do still. I want to help you with everything."

He kisses her forehead and smooths over the spot with his thumb. "I know you must have lots of ideas already."

"So many!" She begins frantically drawing in the sand again, making a list on one side and small drawings on the other. The water laps at the edges of the first few lines, but seems to hit an invisible force to keep it back. She notices and shakes her head. "It's less fun that way, Traveler."

He tilts his head and the water trickles into the grooves of her letters, under her legs, over his sandals. He wiggles his toes. "How right you are."

"I know."

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I've got some other prompts still to work with, so I expect to expand this list at some point and will come back to add to this post (most likely). In addition, I might put a few of these other longer ones up on AO3, so I'll fix those with different links/tags when I do.