#sapphic september 2022

[wlw-imagines]

Bringing a Gun to a Sword Fight - JJ/Reader (Criminal Minds)

@sapphic-september​‘s 2022 Challenge:

1/9/22 - Blade

a/n: not checked, like, at all lmao. also was drunk when writing so enjoy. pls be patient as my foggy non writer brain gets back into the flow of things !!!

Your mouth swung open in shock as you climbed out of the car and looked up to at the house. You gently shut the car door behind you, turning to Derek in shock, “This is his house?”

“Yeah, why?” He asked, raising an eyebrow as he tightened his bullet proof vest and made sure his earpiece was in a comfortable position.

“It’s just... bigger than I thought it would be.” You mumbled, tearing your gaze from the house and copying his actions - checking your own gear and making sure you had done all your last minute checks.

Emily stepped around the car to join you and nodded, “I mean, Jesus, it’s a mansion.”

You turned to her and nudged her shoulder in agreement, turning to Derek to see him watching you with a small smile, “Right? Like, how the hell did he afford this place?” 

“Thinking of a change in careers, Y/L/N?” The corners of Derek’s eyes creased slightly in amusement as they always do whenever he's messing with you.

“Yeah, FBI agent turned hired killer. I’ll really rake in that cash.” You scoffed.

Prentiss checked her watch and sighed, drumming her fingers on her thigh. She looked around one last time, checked her phone and shook her head, “Ready?”

“Should we wait for the others? It’ll be an increased area to cover for just us.” You asked, doubtful you should go in alone. The three of you had raced ahead upon unveiling the latest clue and had called the other members of the team from the car. Your team, along with two cars of state troopers, had become stuck after a major road accident cut them off. “We should wait for them, right?” You asked, always feeling more comfortable with the whole team (and especially JJ) there with you.

“No, it’s just like any other search, we know the routine.” Prentiss shrugged off any remaining uneasiness and shot you a challenging smile. Upon seeing your doubt, she changed tactics, “Look, we don’t have time to wait much longer and we don’t know how long they’ll be. The unsub could be in there. I’m not going to just stand here and do nothing.”

Derek smiled, “Yeah, just don’t be stupid and you’ll be fine.” He patted your shoulder, shooting a wink at you.

“Gee, thanks for the advice, Morgan.” You rolled your eyes.

He nodded his head towards the front of the house, “Come on, you’re with me.” And he started off.

“Lucky me.” You muttered, nodding to Emily as she shot you a quick smile before walking round to the garden and disappearing from your sight.

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Your muscles ached with the tension, your gun held up unwavering ahead of you and your eyes on full alert. You could hear Derek’s soft footfall follow behind you and it comforted you to know he was there, it always did.

The house, from the front door to the decor, looked medieval. The staircase was huge and sweeping, taking up most of the space in the entrance way. There were old-looking shields decorating the walls, with family crests hanging beside them. In the corner, you spotted a full suit of armour - holding a sword. 

Letting out a small, quiet scoff at the extravagance, you methodically surveyed the room with a once over before motioning to Derek that it was all clear.

He nodded towards a door to the side and you nodded, waiting for him to get in position in order to branch through the rest of the house. As soon as the two of you were ready, you darted forward and opened the next door, stepping back to let him move through.

The two of you kept walking, one foot carefully placed in front of the other.

Before you could continue further, you swore you could hear a noise coming from the entrance way and you swerved around with your gun held steady. Quickly glancing for Derek, you glimpsed him turning the corner at the end of the corridor. You chewed your lip, before making a quick decision and reaching for your radio. You didn’t want to shout to get his attention, since it would bring unnecessary attention to your own location, but you also needed to keep him in the loop.

You went to radio him but as you clicked the microphone on, you heard the noise again, a shuffling noise of some kind, causing your ears to prick up and distracting you from your task. You released your hold on the comms.

Your hand fell back to support your grip on the gun and Derek was long forgotten.

Carefully turning the corner again, you frowned and looked around. Something was different... It felt like the room had changed slightly but you couldn’t place it.

You stepped forward, now on an even higher alert than previously, if that was even possible. Your ears were almost buzzing under the strain it took to try and listen for any further noises.

You swept your eyes around the room again. Then it dawned on you. The suit of armour had lost its sword.

You took another step closer, frowning and trying to push your brain back to a few moments before. You were sure there had been a sword. Or was your imagination creating false memories?

Faintly, in the shining reflection of the armour, you could see some kind of movement behind you.

You tried to turn around as quickly as you could but before you managed to get halfway around, never mind managing to get a clean look at whoever it was, a hard object came crashing down at the base of your skull. 

The hit was enough to bring you to the floor as you crumpled to your knees, your gun slipping from your grasp and skittering along the floor. You didn’t manage to see where it ended up exactly as it disappeared beyond a dark corner of the room.

Cursing, you raised your hand to the where you had been hit and blinked away the stars from your hazy vision, letting out a small grunt of pain. 

The sound of shoes near your head reminded you of the danger you were currently in and you turned yourself around, still lying on the floor - vulnerable to attack. The first thing you saw was the light metal of the sword moving up into the air.

The sword’s blade came swinging down into your side and you flinched, raising your arms to cover your head and, simultaneously, trying to roll yourself over again - sideways and away from the attack. 

Your vest rightened around your chest, before loosening, and a searing pain spread through your side. You yelped out, screwing your eyes shut to block out the pain.

As you pulled yourself up using the bannister of the stairs, teeth gritting together in pain, Derek’s voice rang through your ears, “Y/N? Was that you?”

You grunted again, pushing the pain aside, and trying to catch sight of your attacker. Where the hell was this dude?

You tried to reach your comms in order to answer Derek, but before you could the sword came swinging again. You managed to dodge underneath, just in time and backed away from your assailant as he followed you, sword poised.

After a quick glance around for your gun, and with no luck, you looked for anything else you could use in this situation. You weren’t exactly trained for this exact situation but surely you could figure something out. Anyone else on the team could.

“Y/N, status update. I need an answer, where are you?” Derek’s voice called over the comms, his voice dripping with urgency. “I’m coming, okay? Just hold on.”

As you walked backwards you cursed again as you eventually collided with the wall. You were tired and just wanted to rest, but you closed your eyes and gathered your remaining energy, opening your eyes just in time to dodge another attack.

You jerked to the side and the momentum brought you crashing back to the floor. In a moment of desperation, you used your hands to grab onto anything you could around you - anything that you could lift - and threw it at him.

It didn’t do much, but it did enough. And it gave you time to get your hand up to your comms.

“In the main entrance way! He's armed. Just... hurry!” You yelled.

As you dropped your hand from your radio, you saw the unsub swing at you again and the sword came crashing towards you. The best you could do was move back as far, and as fast, as you could. And yet the sword’s tip still sliced through your upper arm, near your shoulder. 

You yelped in pain and your upper body crashed backwards as your arm gave way under the weight of your own body.

The unsub came to a stop, standing over you. He just stood and stared, the sword dangling at his side, and you couldn’t help but notice the little puddle of blood on the floor dripping from the end of the blade.

You tried to push yourself backwards but couldn’t move fast enough, and every centimetre you gained, he slowly followed.

You stared up at him, refusing to give him any satisfaction in pleading or crying. He stared right back. Eventually, and slowly, he raised the sword above his head, and three shots rang out.

“Y/N?” Derek’s voice had a weird tone to it, or maybe it was just the ringing in your ears.

Your heard a second pair of footsteps come to an abrupt stop in the doorway and heard Prentiss’ voice, “Oh my god.” She let out the breath she had seemingly held since running from the back of the house to join you.

You opened your eyes, looking up and avoiding the slumped body of the UnSub you’d been looking for. Derek’s voice softened, “Are you okay?” He asked, resting his palm gently on your cheek. You blinked, slowly, and nodded.

“Why didn’t he kill me?” You asked, finally glancing at the body. Emily was standing over him and for the first time you noticed the room was bright with blue flickering lights.

The front doors were hanging open and members of the local Sheriff’s office were already starting to move in and out.

Derek hummed, dragging his attention from their conversations back to you, “What?”

“He just... stood there.”

“Where’s your gun?” Prentiss asked, looking around the room. The thoughts of all the paperwork this was going to bring onto the three of you already running through her head.

You struggled to sit up, cradling your injured arm in your lap and using the other to push yourself up as far as possible - until Derek helped prop you up on the wall nearest to you. “I don’t- somewhere over there? I couldn’t get to it. It fell...” You hissed as his hand brushed over the cut on your arm.

"You’re bleeding.” A wave of shock stopped him for a moment before his brain kicked into gear and he immediately reached for his comms, “We need a medic!”

“It’s my arm, he caught it with- fuck, I just got attacked by a mad man with a sword.” You let out a small laugh/huff of disbelief and a wave of nausea ran through you. You took a deep breath and cleared your throat, pushing the feeling down.

A medic stopped next to you, hardly looking at you before rummaging in her bag for supplies, “Here, apply pressure, okay?” She directed Derek to the wound on your arm, “Any other injuries?” She asked, giving you a quick visual search for anything else.

You shrugged, reaching up to the back of your head, wincing when your fingers pressed too hard, “Just my head, I think? He hit me pretty hard.”

She took your hand away and lightly pressed her own gloved hands to the area, “I’ve known a lot of agents in my time, but never one who has been attacked with a sword.” She shot you a brief smile and you snorted.

“There’s a first for everything, huh?” You raised an eyebrow.

Before the conversation could continue, JJ’s voice broke through the comms, “Derek? What the hell is going on?”

“I guess the others have arrived.” You hummed, smiling at Derek.

“JJ, we’re just on our way out. Unsub is down, Y/N’s being seen to by a medic. I’m with her now.” He gave a brief overview of the important parts.

JJ’s voice carried through your ear pierce immediately. Her voice sounded taut and panicked, “She... what happened? Is she... is she okay?” There was only a brief pause but she clearly didn’t like the silence so called through again, “Derek?” He looked over you to the medic, questioningly.

The medic nodded to Derek, “She’s okay to move, we’ll get her to the hospital for stitches, okay?”

“We’re coming out now, JJ.” He confirmed. 

After not getting any other response, you let your eyes drift over to the dead man. You jutted your chin over to him, “Is he...?”

“No pulse.” Another medic confirmed, before passing a stretcher on wheels over to you.

You immediately shook your head, “No, I can walk.”

“Y/N-”

“I’m not being dragged out on that thing.” You frowned, bracing yourself to push up off the wall.

Derek stopped you, grabbing under your shoulders to support you, “Here.”

“Thanks,” You murmured as you got to your feet, ignoring another wave of nausea - as well as a sharp in crease of pain in your side, “He could have killed me.” You mumbled, turning your back on the UnSub and hobbling outside, into the bright lights of emergency vehicles.

“Come on, Y/N, easy.” Derek soothed you, easily noticing your discomfort but not wanting to upset you, or make things harder than they needed to be. At least you were walking in the vague direction of the ambulance, for now.

Hotch immediately stopped in front of the three of you, concern etched into his face, “What were you thinking?” He demanded, refraining from raining his voice too loud.

Emily looked at you and you could see the guilt in her eyes. She licked her lips and turned to Hotch, “In our defence-”

“Y/N!” JJ interrupted, running past Emily and Hotch and straight to your side.

“It was my idea, Hotch.” Emily admitted and he took a sharp intake of breath.

He motioned for her to follow him, “Walk with me.”

JJ ignored them both, her eyes fixed on you. You watched as she searched your body for all injuries and she shook her head, “What happened?”

“I think I need more practice in sword fighting is what happened.” You forced a grin, as cheeky as you could make it, and hoped she didn’t catch you wincing in pain.

Which she definitely did. “Sword- what?”

You shifted and shrugged, “I’m fine, it’s- he surprised me. That’s all.”

“That’s all?” She echoed. “He attacked you with a sword.” Her face hardened.

“I know, right? I mean, I expect guns in our line of work... but swords?” You laughed lightly but it just made you cough, pain catching you again.

Her hand hovered delicately over the cloth stemming the flow of blood out of your shoulder, “Your arm...” She mumbled. Your fingers twitched to reach out to her and calm her, but you refrained.

“It’s fine.”

She frowned, her voice soft but determined, “It’s not fine.”

“it’s hardly bleeding.” You shrugged, hardly able to keep the pain out of your voice now.

“Are you kidding?” Her mouth moved up and down with no sound, just for a few moments, “You’ll need stitches.”

You winced, “Okay, but it’s fine. It’s not like he managed to chop my arm off or anything.”

“How are you being so calm about all of this?” She shook her head in slight disbelief.

“JJ, it’s-”

“It’s not funny.”

You stopped yourself, finally noticing the complete shock and fear in JJ, “No, okay, look... I’m sorry, I-”

She sniffed and turned away from you, hiding her face, “I need to check in with Hotch.” JJ’s voice was shaky and you stepped towards her, but she was already on her way, speaking over her shoulder, “We’ll follow in the car.”

You tried to take another step, this time away from Derek’s stability completely, “JJ, wait-” 

The lack of support made you stumble, but he was immediately back at your side to catch you. The paramedic came to your other side, guiding you to the back of the ambulance. “Ah, not so fast. You clearly think your invincible but we do need to get to the hospital.” The paramedic smiled before it faltered and he detached himself from your side, “Your vest is ripped...” He frowned, “No one mentioned any other injuries.”

“It’s fine.”

“Okay, come on, we need to get going.”

“And pronto.” Derek added as your knees slightly gave way out from beneath you. He lifted you up and placed you on the stretcher.

You cleared your throat, suppressing a noise of pain, and shook your head, “It doesn’t hurt, it’s okay.”

“I’ve got you.” He patted your hand, sitting down in the accompanying seat as one of the paramedics shut the back doors, banging on them twice from the outside.

“I’m fine, I was just a little dizzy.” You mumbled, shifting in your makeshift bed to give the other paramedic full access to sort out wires.

“Okay, sure.”

“Thanks, Der.” You smiled, before an oxygen mask was pulled down over your mouth.

Derek sat with you in silence for a while, watching the paramedic work. Finally he squeezed your hand, “You’re allowed to be vulnerable in front of her. You know that, right?”

“What?” You asked, groggily, raising your eyebrows and looking over to him.

“JJ.” He said, as if it was obvious. Which, to be fair, it was. “She worries about you... more than she does for any of us.”

You gently pulled the oxygen mask down, “But I didn’t want her to worry. I don’t want to stress her out.” 

“Have you seen yourself?” He laughed and you smiled, giving him that one, “You’re injured, covered in blood, and she cares about you. It’s natural.”

“Hmm. I don’t know.” You let out a non-committal sigh, letting the mask drop back over your nose and mouth.

“What? You don’t know that you’re injured? Or that she cares about you? Because, I can tell you right now that you are definitely injured.” He shrugged, “And that she definitely cares about you.”

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You rolled your head back, stretching your neck out, before bending down to the same level as the sink and splashing your face with cold water.

It had been a long 24 hours, to say the least.

You sighed, looking at your reflection in the hospital bathroom mirror, rubbing at your eyes. It was time to face the music. In all honestly, you just wanted to skip this whole bit. You didn’t want to do the talking bit, you just wanted to be back at home and in bed.

You eventually turned around, unlocking the bathroom door and heading back to your cubicle, where you’d left your jacket. You were now free to leave.

Opening the curtain to your cubicle, you were surprised to see a certain blonde. 

JJ looked up at the noise and you smiled, tentatively, shooting her a brief wave, “Hey.” You managed to mumble out and she smiled.

“Sorry, I was just...” She seemed to fumble for something to say but managed to lose her line of thought, instead opting to shrug and clear her throat instead. Her gaze settled on your bullet proof vest that was hanging on the end of the bed.

You nervously licked your lips, “Uh, are you… okay?”

“Your vest.” She took in a deep breath.

“Huh?”

JJ sniffled and turned to you with bright, teary eyes, “I was just looking at your, uh, your vest.” 

“Yeah, I guess I’ll need a new one.” You forced a soft chuckle. JJ immediately turned her back to you, letting out a long sigh and shaking her head.

“Y/N.” Her voice was tight and you immediately regretted trying to turn things into a joke again.

You moved towards her, turning her around to face you, “I’m sorry, no more bad attempts at jokes.”

“I just... I didn’t know.” She frowned, not being able to properly grasp any of the many thoughts running full speed through her head. JJ closed her eyes, letting them rest for a moment.

You cocked your head to the side, “You didn’t know?”

“If you were even alive.” Her voice wobbled slightly.

You gently placed your hand around her bicep, squeezing lightly, “JJ, I’m here. I’m alive.” Your hand fell to hers as you interlocked your fingers.

“But for a moment, you weren’t. I was stuck standing outside and there was a possibility that you weren’t going to be here any more and I couldn’t-” You pulled her into you, wrapping your arms around her, ignoring the tug in the stitches in your arm. Her shoulders shook and you hugged her closer, “I couldn’t do anything.”

“Okay, I understand what you’re saying. I’m sorry.” You mumbled into her hair, pressing a soft kiss to the side of her head.

She pulled out of the hug, locking her wet, teary eyes with yours, “There were gunshots, Y/N. And Derek was dragging you out, and then the blood, I-”

“I’m sorry.” You repeated, quietly. It was the only thing that you could say. But she continued on with her ramble.

“Something about a sword?” She pushed her hair out of her face and behind her ears, rubbing her tears away, “I just, I couldn’t even move.” Her eyes connected back with yours, “And you weren’t fine. You're not fine. You can’t keep saying that, just please be honest with me.” She begged and you nodded.

You shrugged, lip trembling, “I think... I wanted you to think I was brave.”

“What?” She frowned, shaking her head.

“I didn’t want you to worry about me.”

She shuffled closer to you, “Of course I’m worried about you. Clearly, I- care about you.” A look of panic seemed to fill her eyes but she quickly pushed it away, as well as taking a step back from you and once again turning her back, her gaze returning to the bullet proof vest, “And I know you’re brave.” She added softly.

“I think about how... I want you to like me?” You forced out. Here goes, you thought, hopefully Derek’s advice wasn’t as bad as it usually was.

“I- of course I like you.”

You shook your head, not sure how to navigate this conversation now, “No, I mean... no, it’s nothing.” 

“What?” She pressed, turning back to face you.

“I didn’t want to look weak, or like I was bad at my job. But it hurt, and I was scared. And I wanted you with me.” You hand shook and she grasped it in her own, squeezing gently, “Out of everyone, I wanted you. I want you. With me, when I’m scared or when I’m happy or whenever, I just want you always.” You whispered.

Her eyes glistened, but this time were matched with a small smile, “You do?”

“And instead, I just pushed you away.” You frowned, “I don’t know how to say that I...”

“I think you just said everything you need to.” JJ’s smile grew and she let out a light laugh, pulling you into her with her hands cradling your cheeks, and she kissed you - gentle and soft and loving. 

You whimpered slightly into the kiss and practically kicked yourself when she immediately pulled away, her eyes full with worry - and love.

“Are you okay?” She looked down to your arm and you hummed.

“Yeah, I- the stitches hurt a little, I’m fine though.” You shrugged, shaking it off, before catching the look she gave you. You hesitated before smiling and correcting yourself, “Which translates to, it hurt but I want to keep kissing you.” You admitted, realising you would have to learn over time how to be more honest - and not cover everything up with am ‘I’m fine’ band aid.

She nodded, chewing her bottom lip, but smiling, “That’s better.”

“I’m a fast learner.” You shrugged, leaning in for another kiss. 

She smiled and raised an eyebrow, shaking her head. And despite your pout, she somehow resisted. Instead, she pulled your sleeve up, “Was it just your arm?”

You shook your head, lifting your shirt enough to reveal the line of stitches at your side, “I have some stitches here too, where my vest split. I didn’t properly realise at the time.”

“The blood on the vest.” She hummed, looking back at the vest again. You sighed and put your hand in her chin, returning her gaze to you, and grinned. You nodded down to your side and raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah... but the doctor’s did a good job, right?” You asked, shooting her a quick wink. JJ laughed and leaning into you, nodding.

“It looks good to me.”

You smiled, before putting out your hand, “Come on, I could do with a good night sleep.” She nodded, joining your hand with hers as the two of you walked out to the waiting area where the rest of your team were waiting.

“I can drive you home when we land?” She offered, squeezing your hand.

Just before you turned the corner to join your team, you brought her hand up to your lips and pressed a quick kiss to the back, before nodding, “Sounds perfect.”

[sapphic-september]

Welcome to Sapphic September 2022!

These prompts are open to any fandom and any medium as long as the works center sapphic, WLW/NBLW, F/F+, or femslash ship(s). There are no other rules — you can use all, some, or only one of the prompts; do one or more a day or spread them out; begin late or post them after September; or mix ‘n’ match prompts; it’s up to you!

Make sure to tag your work(s) with #sapphicsept2022 or #Sapphic September 2022 so that others can find your contributions and to spread the word!

Prompts: {Day 1: blade; || Day 2: quest; || Day 3: glass; || Day 4: arrow; || Day 5: spindle; || Day 6: princess; || Day 7: frog; || Day 8: cage; || Day 9: beast; || Day 10: apple; || Day 11: slumber; || Day 12: poison; || Day 13: tarot; || Day 14: roses; || Day 15: wilderness; || Day 16: tower; || Day 17: royalty; || Day 18: silk; || Day 19: dragon; || Day 20: siren; || Day 21: fairy circle; || Day 22: transformation; || Day 23: ballroom; || Day 24: serpent; || Day 25: crown; || Day 26: swan; || Day 27: vows; || Day 28: key; || Day 29: thorns; || Day 30: reincarnation.}

[thosetwofirefighters]

Glass

Jess comes to a realization when Esti accidentally cuts herself and she finds Lupe taking care of her.

Sapphic September day 3: glass

Read on AO3

[crincher]

avalance drabble #46 frog

(Sapphic September 2022, Day 7)

“Alex Danvers, Constantine,” Ava grimaces, “Just how many hook-ups did you squeeze into the weeks before we got together?”

“Just kissing some frogs to find my princess.”

“Seriously?”

“What do you want me to say? I can’t undo it, and I wouldn’t want to either,” Sara’s voice softens at Ava’s hurt expression, “Why does this even bother you, baby? We’re together now; I only want you!”

“But back then, you didn’t, and for me… you were it, even then.”

“Of course I wanted you,” Sara murmurs, “I was just scared you’d end up thinking I was one of the frogs.”

[talas-first-lady]

Day 10: Apple Rating: G Pairing: Carson Shaw/Greta Gill

Greta and Jo catch Carson in the act of baking that pie for Max.

[indarlingarmor]

Day 12: poison

A little Harley & Ivy action from my new additions!

So glad I finally got my hands on Jewel. More Coco coming soon!

[moved-to-void-kissed]

Alectra: "..Just because I knew you would escape her blade at the final moment did not mean the sight wasn’t heartbreaking. Even now, I- the thought of losing you *again* is just- I can’t even bear to consider it!"

To my knowledge, there is no Sapphic September event going on this year. But, I still wanted to do something to commemorate the month. So, what I decided to do was re-render and/or update each of my pieces from last year, possibly with a few new pieces in the mix too! This is the first one - it's Signora comforting my self-insert, Alectra, after the in-game cutscene where she appeared to be killed by the Raiden Shogun. She obviously doesn't die in my version of events, because.. well, that would make me sad.

Tag list: @catake | @masterofmasters | @wazzuppy | @cherry-bomb-ships | @call--me--home | @beeon | @coralward | @sanderswife | @pandapup | @altamont498 | @mercuryships | @lemonloven (to be tagged in what I make, please see this post!)

Comments on and reblogs of my work are always okay, and appreciated, but are by no means required!

There is also an alternate version of this render under the readmore, though it features a missing eye and burn scars, so take caution:

Here is the alternate version! It depicts Signora without her mask or gloves, showing how I headcanon her body to look underneath them. The burn scars on her arms are from her overexerting herself and taking on her Crimson Witch form during the boss fight you have against her in the game, which is what happens shortly before this render, while her missing eye is something I headcanon to be the case due to the fact that her model's face is not symmetrical. If you try and "give her back her missing eye" by putting it into her face texture, it doesn't actually fit on her model properly; therefore, I headcanon that she doesn't actually have an eye under her mask anymore. And she canonically loses her mask after being defeated by the Traveller because they pick it up, so.. that's also why I made this.

[consistentsquash]

Comments are Love! Femslash Edition!

I picked some amazing comments from HP Femslash fics. Comments are love! This is a femslash version of my Valentine’s Day Comments Are Love list. Authors love comments! So let’s celebrate some awesome comments. Also comments come in a lot of different forms. So we are going to celebrate five of the most common styles on AO3 <3

Five recs, five comment styles!

1. Comment on A Little Taste of Wasting Time

Comment style: KEYSMASH!

Fic pairing: Fleur/Hermione

One of the best commenting styles is a keysmash and ALL CAPS. Because it is so much feels! Like all the feels! When words just don’t cut it you got to keysmash! Which is a normal response to a @danpuff-ao3 fic IMO!

2. Comment on Plenitude

Comment style: Poetry meta. In another language.

Fic pairing: Hermione/Amelia.

Sometimes you need to comment in multiple languages! Because one language just isn’t enough for expressing the love you have for a fic. Especially if it is a fic by eldritcher. This comment went to Russian Sapphic poetry meta.  This is honestly one of the best things I have seen, esp because this was a fic that was written for Independence Day.

3. Comment on Bespoke

Comment style: Deep

Fic pairing: Wilhelmina Grubbly-Plank/Minerva McGonagall, Millicent/Ginny

Omg. I love the depth of this comment especially because it not only talks about this particular fic but also connects the author’s general writing style and how that works for the reader + references to a lot of other fics by the author. It’s really the best of fandom for one of the best of fandom femslash authors, Kelly Chambliss <3

4. Comment on Whip Therapy

Comment Style: ♥️ 

Fic pairing: Millicent/Ginny

What are we going to do when we just don’t get any words to express how much we love a fic?? EMOJIS! ♥️♥️♥️ Woldy’s fics are sometimes hard to write comments because they get super complicated. Showing love with lots of emojis is an awesome idea for a brilliant fic like this. 

5. Comment on Your Mask and your vulnerability

Comment Style: Quotes from fic

Fic Pairing: Minerva/Walburga

Sometimes you just got to pick lines from a fic for your comment. Because some lines are just totally meant to be quoted from this brilliant shortfic by @emrldapplejuice.

[artificialqueens]

Frog (Lemyanka) - Mar

A/N: Sapphic September day 7: Frog

“Lemon, I promise. It’s what all my sisters and aunts and grandmothers say: you kiss a frog, you get a prince.”

Lemon eyed the little frog on the edge of the fountain wearily. It was slimy and green and not prince-like at all.

“I don’t know, Pri.” She leaned over to look at the frog. It looked up at her with its tiny empty eyes. “It doesn’t look like a prince. It’s so… common.”

“That’s your future husband you’re talking about,” said Priyanka, “show some kindness. Don’t you want that big castle up the hill? It’s all you’ve dreamed about since before we could walk.”

Lemon sighed, tired. They had been at it for ten minutes already.

“Think of your castle,” Priyanka said in a sing-songy voice. “The parties we could throw there!”

“Should’ve known this was all in your self-interest,” Lemon said with a smirk.

“I also want you to live happily ever after, or whatever,” Priyanka mumbled. “Come on, chop chop, your fairytale awaits.”

“Fine,” Lemon said, rolling up the sleeves of her dress. She kneeled in front of the fountain and got eye level with the frog. “Um, hi.”

The frog blinked at her.

“So my name is Lemon, and I’m going to kiss you now. If you don’t want that to happen, you should move.”

The frog blinked at her.

“Alright,” Lemon said, uncertain. “Here goes.”

Carefully, she kissed the sticky, cold head of the tiny frog. She pulled back, expectant, waiting with held breath for a sparkling transformation and…

Absolutely nothing happened.

Priyanka’s cackle scared away the birds around them.

“I can’t believe you fell for that!” she said, bent over in laughter and holding her stomach. “I didn’t think it’d work, my sisters did it to me but I was ten!”

“Oh, you little…”

Lemon grabbed Priyanka’s shoulders.

“Wha—”

Lemon cleaned her frog-kissing lips by leaving a quick succession of kisses all over Priyanka’s face, missing her lips by millimeters and making her blush.

“What are you— why—” Priyanka stumbled over her words and then stumbled over the fountain wall, falling head-first in the water.

The little frog jumped away from the splash and disappeared in the bushes.

“You scared away my future husband,” Lemon said.

“My mom’s gonna kill me,” said Priyanka, looking at her soaked dress.

Taking pity on her friend, Lemon offered her hand.

“Come on, let’s get you dry.”

“Alright,” said Priyanka, taking Lemon’s hand and immediately pulling her inside the fountain.

Lemon spluttered as she sat up and splashed Priyanka’s face.

“You’re such a jerk,” she said, giggling.

“Maybe,” Priyanka said with a shy smile. “Are you going to kiss me about it again?”

[writersblockisabitch]

The tourney rules were simple: if you won your battle by disarming your opponent or putting a blade to their heart or neck you got to advance to the next round, and so on and so forth until there were only two fighters left. Between every battle, there was a short break for the winning knights to rest and the losers to get some attention from the healers.

 With every battle she won, Kima got a little closer to where the royal family was sitting.

 During a lull in the fight, her eyes would often wander to the crown princess.

[nooowestayandgetcaught]

Draco Malfoy and the 'Not-So-Kept-A-Secret' Secret

read on AO3

~1k, Pansy Parkinson/Millicent Bulstrode, G-rating, Canon AU, for Day #1 “Butch/Femme” prompt for @hpsaffics’s HP Saffic September 2022 Daily Prompt Bingo 

Summary: He notices Millicent Bulstrode herself looking strangely… kissable… on his way to the Great Hall.

[this-world-of-beautiful-monsters]

Casey and Leo share an early-morning picnic in the park.

Day 26: Swan

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Inspired by you’re too pretty for me by leones. @leonsi

Title taken from the song Swan Song by Dua Lipa.

You can find resources related to the current Roe crisis on my sideblog here.

[sapphic-september]

Welcome to the new home of Sapphic September!

Since 2020, Sapphic September has been run and cross-posted by two friends on two separate accounts, @solar-settings (Zee, she/her) and @cora-writes-things (Cora, she/her). Now, we’ve decided to streamline the process by creating an official account for Sapphic September and conducting everything here!

If your question isn’t answered here, please check out our blog’s designated FAQ page, which is updated regularly and includes answers to questions not listed in this post!

What is Sapphic September?

Sapphic September is a prompt fest that runs throughout September and is dedicated to creating sapphic fanworks, like fanfiction, fanart, and more!

What falls under the term sapphic?

Sapphic is an umbrella term that encompasses all women who are attracted to women, and also often includes non-binary folks who are attracted to women. It can include lesbian, bisexual, pansexual, gay, queer, poly, asexual, transgender, and non-binary people, as long as they have some level of attraction to women. Sapphic is sometimes used as a descriptor for relationships between women or media that centers these relationships. WLW (women loving women) and NBLW (non-binary loving women) are other terms used alongside sapphic.

What kind of fanworks do you accept?

We accept all kinds! Fanfiction, poetry, fanart, graphics, fancomics, zines, fanvids, textiles, cosplays, you name it; as long as it’s sapphic and falls under the given prompts, it’s welcome here!

Which fandoms do you accept? Can I write for more than one ship or fandom?

All fandoms are welcome! Furthermore, you can write for more than one ship or fandom, only write for your OTP or favorite fandom, or create one big fanwork inspired by the prompts — as long as what you create has a connection to the given prompts, it’s welcome!

Can I write/draw/create mature or NSFW content?

Yes, you may, but please remember to tag mature or NSFW content so that it reaches its intended audience! We reserve the right to reblog or choose not to reblog any content as we see fit.

Where can I post my creations?

Anywhere! If you post your works here on Tumblr, be sure to tag them as #sapphicsept[year] and/or #sapphic september [year] — we want to see your creations! If you post your works on AO3, tagging them as Sapphic September will make it so that other participants (and us!) can find your work. :)

When will the prompts be released?

We will post the prompts here on Tumblr on August 1st at 10:00:00 am CST so that people can get a head-start if they wish.

Do I have to use all the prompts?

Nope! You can use one, some, or all the prompts, whatever inspires you.

Can I combine prompts?

Yes, feel free!

What if I’m late? Can I still join?

Absolutely! At least one of our mods still has drafts for prompts from two three years ago now that have yet to be finished and posted, so it’s never too late to join! You can even take a peek at previous years’ prompts and see if any of them inspire you: 2020 (from @solar-settings’s profile), 2021 (from @cora-writes-things’s profile), and 2022.

Who created the graphics?

One of the mods! @cora-writes-things created them with Canva and Unsplash, with input from our other mod, @solar-settings.

Where do I go if I have other questions not answered here?

Great question! Drop us a line through our ask box and we’ll get back to you as soon as we’re able. :)

[thosetwofirefighters]

Quest

Carson is trying to read. Greta has other plans.

Sapphic September day 2: quest

Read on AO3

[crincher]

avalance drabble #18 apple

(Sapphic September 2022, Day 10)

“Apple? Are you nuts?”

“It’s what Gwyneth named her kid!”

“Good for her – whoever she is – but we’re not doing it!”

“Fine. But you’re ruining my teenage dream!”

“Sure I am… babe… why are you doing this?”

“What do you mean?”

“Baby...”

“I don’t…”

“You know what we’re gonna name her.”

“I didn’t want to just… you’ve never even met her.”

“I get to see her in you every day. Just like you will with our daughter. Her name won’t change anything about that. But from what you’ve told me, your sister would have liked not being the last Laurel.”

[talas-first-lady]

Day 18: Silk Rating: E Pairing: Carson/Greta