#sapphicseptember2018

[legendaryroar]

Worth a Shot

For Sapphic September Day 1: First Meeting (gone right or gone wrong) or “You’re an idiot, why do I love you?”.

Pairing: Acxa/Veronica Rating: Teen and Up Word Count: 628 Summary: Acxa is at a party thrown by the paladins when a bold human approaches her.

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“Pretty alien!”

Acxa froze as a human female stepped right into her space, peering at her closely. Behind her, the Red Paladin, Lance, was slapping a hand over his face. Acxa frowned at him, but he shook his head, shrugged his shoulders, and then wandered off.

The party the Paladins had thrown in their private lounge on the Atlas was dying down, and Acxa was ready to leave too, but this human seemed to be demanding attention. She wouldn’t be the first to express blatant curiosity over Acxa’s appearance, so Acxa would do what she always did, and stare right back. It seemed to unnerve most humans. But then, she recalled this one looking at her a few times as the party had gone on, so maybe she wasn’t so easily put off.

“Your eyes are so gorgeous,” the woman said, staring into her eyes and seeming unfazed as Acxa stared back.

“You are what they call drunk,” Acxa said slowly, taking in more of her appearance. Her cheeks were flushed, which Acxa had learned could mean many things with humans. A useless marker. She was a tad wobbly on her feet though, and that was more telling.

“Only tipsy, actually. Lance said you’re part-Galra,” the woman said.

Acxa stiffened. Her mixed blood allowed her to mostly avoid the lingering hostility more obviously part-Galra individuals were met with.

“Are those horns?” The woman reached out. Acxa considered stopping her, but then allowed the touch.

If this woman had ill intentions, she could easily render her harmless in moments.

“Wow, I guess you’re horny then,” the woman laughed, pulling back her hand and covering her mouth to muffle the sound. “Sorry, that was rude.”

Acxa raised an eyebrow and filed that word away. She’d ask Keith what it meant when she saw him next. There was obviously more to it than its regular meaning. Keith was by far the nicest when she had questions about humans and all their strange ways.

“Do you need assistance back to your quarters?” she asked instead, as the human kept staring at her, no longer giggling but still holding her mouth.

Her words earned a strange, muffled sound, and the woman’s face flushed darker. “I wish. You’re the most beautiful alien I’ve ever seen.”

Acxa considered her. That was...charming, in a way. “You are flirting with me,” she said, feeling more certain, remember now that arousal was one of the things flushed cheeks could mean in humans.

“I’m Veronica,” the woman said, stepping closer, reaching out. She brushed the pads of her fingers across Acxa’s cheek. “So soft, and such a lovely colour.”

Acxa allowed the touch. Veronica’s fingertips were soft, and it was not unpleasant.

“Acxa,” she said.

Veronica echoed her name. Once, twice. A third time she said it in a way that made Acxa shiver, low and warm. She had not heard someone say her name that way in some time. She cast a considering gaze over Veronica again.

“I will rephrase,” she said, stepping close to make her purpose known. “Would you like me to accompany you to your quarters?”

Veronica made another low sound, her face now an entirely new, darker shade. Acxa raised a hand and brushed the back of her fingers over Veronica’s cheek.

“So warm,” she said softly. “Are you this warm everywhere?”

“Hot,” Veronica moaned. “You I mean. Me too though. So hot. But that’s just you I think. Wow, okay. Didn’t expect...you’re serious? Yes. My room. Yes. Let’s go.”

A warm hand slid into one of Acxa’s, and then she was being tugged across the room. She followed, fighting a smile for only a few moments before letting it free. She had a feeling this human would like her smile too.

[knowyourincantations]

Sapphic September 2018 - Masterlist of my works

All works collected in this series on AO3

I challenged myself to write something every day for this, and I managed to do it!! Only cheated once by substituting an older prompt from a previous day!

If you enjoy any of these, I’d love to hear about it in a comment on AO3 if you have the time =)

Day 1: First Meeting (gone right or gone wrong) or “You’re an idiot, why do I love you?” Hermione/Pansy (Pansmione) Breakfast Smoothies (301 words, Teen) Summary: Pansy tries to make Hermione breakfast in bed. It doesn't go as planned.

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Day 2: Best Friends to Lovers or Enemies to Lovers Ginny/Luna (Linny) Waiting for so Long (1,210 words, Teen) Summary: Ginny has been living with Luna for years, and has been in love with her for years.

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Day 3: “Come back to bed.” or “Why did you have to leave me all alone?” Cho/Fleur (Delachang) Nothing More Beautiful (1,097 words, Teen) Summary: When dating someone as sophisticated and confident as Fleur, Cho can't help but feel horribly aware of her own lack of experience.

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Day 4: Pirate!AU or “Look, I might be evil but even I have standards.” Hermione/Pansy Standards (701 words, Teen) Summary: It may be truth or dare with a penalty for dodging dares, but Pansy still has standards.

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Day 5: Soulmate!AU or Autumn Luna/Pansy (Lunsy) Childhood Games (805 words, General Audiences) Summary: Luna always has a way of knowing just what Pansy needs.

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Day 6: Fanon Pairing or “Everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy.” Hermione/Pansy Night Flight (389 words, Teen and Up) Summary: Pansy and Hermione stay up drinking one night and Pansy gets a brilliant idea.

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Day 7: Witch!AU or Cat Pansy/Parvati (Parvansy) Latest Aquisition (348 words, General Audiences) Summary: Pansy has a soft spot for strays.

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Day 8: Sunlight or Prank War Cho/Fleur Pancakes (298 words, Teen and Up) Summary: It's the morning after their wedding, and Cho doesn't want to waste it in bed.

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Day 9: Holding Hands or “I can’t imagine what my life would have been like without you.” Hermione/Pansy Bringing Work Home (1056 words, Teen and Up) Summary: Hermione is the Head of the Wizengamot, Pansy is a social commentator. They have an agreement not to talk politics at home, but almost always do anyway.

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Day 10: OT3 or “Make a wish” Hermione/Pansy/Tracey A Tough Day (817 words, Teen and Up) Summary: Hermione has a tough day and work, and Pansy and Tracey figure out how best to help her wind down and let it go.

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Day 11: Spy!AU or Kryptonite Hermione/Pansy Wanting Out (1220 words, Teen and Up) Summary: Pansy is a spy for the order and Hermione is her handler.

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Day 12: First Time or First Dance Cho/Fleur Cutting In (385 words, General Audiences) Summary: Fleur could not take the person she wanted to the Yule Ball, but she won’t let that stop her from a getting a dance from her.

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Day 13: Reincarnation!AU or Immortal!AU Hermione/Pansy Need More Tea (916 words, General Audiences) Summary: Hermione has a surprise for Pansy, Pansy's reaction is unexpected.

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Day 14: Proposal Gone Wrongor Hot Chocolate Hermione/Pansy Hot Chocolate (792 words, General Audiences) Summary: Pansy has been pining from afar, but now she's finally making a move.

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Day 15: Star-Crossed Lovers orHolding your dead lover’s body Hermione/Pansy It’s Only Goodbybe for Now (1,241 words, Teen and Up) Summary: It's sixth-year and Dumbledore announces the closing of Hogwarts in the face of a rapidly escalating war. Hermione goes to find Pansy.

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Day 16: Street Magic!AUor “I think I picked up your coffee by mistake.” Hermione/Pansy Another Kind of Magic (357 words, General Audiences) Summary: On an outing to a muggle market, Pansy's attention is caught by someone performing street magic.

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Day 17: Prom!AU or“She’s missing, not dead.” Pansy/Reader’s Choice (Unnamed in fic, tagged as Padma on AO3) Nothing Is Certain (715 words, Teen and Up) Summary: It's been three weeks since Pansy's wife has gone missing.(Pansy's wife is unnamed within fic so the reader can imagine it is whoever they like)

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Day 18: Political!AU orRoyalty!AU Fleur/Cho Persuasion (259 words, Mature) Summary: Princess Fleur as been sent to finalise a treaty with Empress Cho.

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Day 19: Prideor Coming Out Ginny/Pansy (Ginsy) Ready? (1037 words, Teen and Up) Summary: Ginny takes Pansy over to the Burrow with the intention of finally revealing they've been in a relationship for years and are now engaged, only to lose her nerve and flee to her old room to try and build up her courage again.

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Day 20: Fake Dating or Fake Married Ginny/Tonks More Than Just Maintaining Cover (1,440 words, Mature) Summary: Tonks and Ginny frequently go undercover as a couple, but they've never had to sell it like this before.

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Day 21: Your Very First Sapphic OTP or Hurt/Comfort Ginny/Luna How Convenient (548 words, Teen and Up) Summary: The twins' birthday is hard every year, but every year, Luna makes it a little more bearable.

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Day 22: Moving In Together or Adopting a Child Fleur/Tonks (Flonks) Settling In (532 words, General Audiences) Summary: It's the big day, but Tonks sleeps through most of the moving.

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Day 23: “Is that mistletoe?” or“Why didn’t you kill me when you had the chance?” Hermione/Pansy Traps and Revelations (594 words, Teen and Up) Summary: Pansy has been enjoying watching others get trapped under misteltoe by Blaise's spells, until she's the one trapped and she finds out she doesn't know as much as she thought she did about how the spell works.

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Day 24: For Sapphic September Day 24 using Day 5 prompt: SoulmateAU Hermione/Pansy A Rock Big Enough for Two (621 words, General Audiences) Summary: Hermione has been waiting for so long to find her soulmate, but she'd given up hope of discovering them at Hogwarts after so many years.

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Day 25: Halloween or “We’ll get through this together.” Lavender/Parvati (Parvender) No Monsters Here (262 words, Teen and Up) Summary: Parvati finds Lavender in a pool of blood during the Battle of Hogwarts and manages to find a working floo to take her to St. Mungo's.

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Day 26: Demons&Angels!AUor Apocalypse!AU Ginny/Luna Don’t Ever Forget (357 words, Teen and Up) Summary: The war never got to a point of winners and losers, the nightmarish creatures Voldemort drew to his side grew beyond his control until it was no longer about 'us' and 'them', but about everyone just trying to survive.

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Day 27: Blind Date or Prison!AU Hermione/Pansy If They Only Knew (660 words, Teen and Up) Summary: Hermione and Pansy's friends set them up on a blind date.

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Day 28: Gold or Dreams Ginny/Luna Don’t Lose the Dream (449 words, General Audiences) Summary: Luna loves to tell Ginny about her strange dreams, and Ginny loves to hear them, even if they are often nonsensical.

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Day 29: “You’ve always felt like home.”or Road Trip Fleur/Tonks Loving the Clumsy (276 words, Teen and Up) Summary: Tonks has a rather extreme potions accident, Fleur takes it in her stride.

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Day 30: Wedding or Disney!AU Ginny/Pansy A Race Just to Ask (277 words, Teen and Up) Summary: Ginny plans to propose to Pansy at Angelina and George's wedding. Ron has some news that puts a rush on things.

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[jobethdalloway]

Sapphic September prompt! Day 3: “Come back to bed.”

Jane was awake, but didn’t know how long that had been the case. Her eyelids felt too heavy to open; she took a deep breath and stretched. She didn’t need to open her eyes or reach out to tell that she was alone, and she was not okay with that.

“Mmm....aura?” 

Her name in that raspy, tired voice almost pulled Maura from the bathroom like a magnet. She’d kept the door ajar, just in case Jane woke up, but now was questioning the wisdom of that decision because she had to leave in less than half an hour and needed most of that time to get finish getting ready. Still, she thought better of putting on her lipstick for the time being and walked back out into the bedroom.

“Yes, Jane?”

A tired groan and, with great effort, Jane rolled herself over to face the bathroom. She blearily managed to open one eye, taking in the sight of Maura smiling at her as she put on her earrings. “What time’s it?”

“Just after seven.” 

“Mmm. Come back to bed.” 

“I’m afraid if I do, you’re going to make it very hard for me to leave on time.”

Jane took another deep breath, drawing in the energy to articulate her teasing thoughts. “That sounds like a guess to me. I thought Dr. Isles never made guesses.”

Maura turned towards the closet for a shirt to slip over her camisole. “It’s not a guess, it’s a hypothesis--”

“--so it needs proving. To make sure you’re right.”

“Babe, please.” Turning back to look at the bed, Maura expected to see Jane grimacing - either at the term of endearment, or at not getting her way. Instead, there was a serene smile on her face. This intrigued Maura into walking as close as she dared, stopping by the foot of the bed. “What’s that smile for?”

Jane blinked hard and propped herself up against the pillows, unable to suppress her grin. “It’s just, um, I’ve never liked being called ‘babe’ before.”

“I’m sorry, I won’t do it agai--”

“No, no,” Jane said, putting her hand out even though Maura was out of reach. “That’s why I’m smiling. It sounds so sweet coming from you. I like it.”

Maura reflected the smile. “You do?”

“Mm-hm. In fact, there’s a lot of things I didn’t used to like before you came along.”

It was bait, and Maura knew it, but Jane’s dimples and sweet eyes were too hard to resist. She stepped closer, letting Jane take her hand. “Oh?”

“Yeah. Like...morning cuddles?” She pumped her eyebrows, and Maura laughed.

“Oh, you’re going to get me into trouble,” Maura groaned, sitting on the edge of the bed. 

The moment this happened, Jane hugged her around the middle and brought Maura to lie down next to her, pulling her into a kiss. Jane’s fingers snuck into Maura’s hair, garnering a slight whimper of protest; but then Maura sighed into the kiss and kicked her way under the covers. She rolled on top of Jane, brushing her hand along Jane’s side and teasing the hem of her shirt. Jane moaned softly and Maura paused, trying not to laugh.

“Is my pain funny to you?” Jane chuckled, her hands latched to Maura’s hips.

“No, I was laughing at myself. My hypothesis was totally correct.”

“Does this mean you don’t mind being late for work?” 

“It means I’m going to have to start setting my alarm earlier to make time for this.”

Jane laughed. “A cuddling alarm?”

“Oh, babe, cuddling is all about taking time,” Maura cooed. She rolled her hips and could feel Jane getting limper beneath her before tightening her grip. “That’s time I haven’t got now, but I think I could get away with something quicker.” 

[einsteinwrites]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Moana (2016), The Little Mermaid (1989) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Ariel/Moana Waialiki (Disney) Characters: Moana Waialiki, Ariel, Background & Cameo Characters Additional Tags: POV Third Person, Cross-Posted on FanFiction.Net, Crossover, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Sapphic September 2018, wlw, Femslash, Present Tense, Wordcount: 100-500 Series: Part 17 of Sapphic September 2018, Part 5 of Edited and Retagged 2019 Summary:

"She's missing, not dead."

[imaravencatch]

D3 of Sapphic September - Ginny Weasley/Luna Lovegood - Linny

Day 3: “Come back to bed.” or “Why did you have to leave me all alone?”

Luna woke up the second she felt the weight beside her get up. She kept in a sigh. Ginny usually snuggled closer to her when she wakes from a nightmare. This must be a really bad one. She wonders if Ginny knows she’s awake. Probably not. She knows that all of them are all light-sleepers now but waking up from a horrible dream does make people forget. From the creaking floorboards from below it seems like Ginny’s making tea. They really do need to get those creaks fixed but now is not the time to think about that.

Luna pushed aside the mountain of blankets they have and almost forgot to put on her slippers before heading downstairs. Ginny’s still nagging her about that and she doesn’t really know why but she cares but she tries to follow. Even though it’s a hard habit to break from her first four years at Hogwarts. Before Ginny had come into her life.

Luna quietly walked down their spiraling staircase and looked around to see where Ginny was now. There was a warm light emitting from their living room area so she headed towards there.

“Luna? Why are you doing up?” Ginny was in front of their fireplace. She was holding a cup of tea sitting down not bothering with the couch that they’d argued with a salesperson for.

“You.” Luna sat down next to Ginny and put her head on the crook of Ginny’s neck.

“Oh. I guess I’d been pretty loud. I’m sorry I woke you. It was a bad one and I decided I needed a cup.”

“It’s alright. All of us get bad dreams. I’m sorry I wasn’t a good enough partner that you didn’t feel comfortable enough to come towards me for help.” Luna didn’t meant it to be mean but while she loves Ginny, you need to a bit blunt with Gryffindors.

“Merlin, Luna, I didn’t mean it like that! I just didn’t want to bother you.” Ginny had straightened her back then slouched again and Luna thought that isn’t very nice for her back.

“I know. But sometimes you keep on thinking you can do everything by yourself that you forget I’m here. We’re partners, Ginny.”

“I know, too. But it feels like I’m more of a taker, in our relationship, than a giver”

“That’s silly. You were the one who first came to my rescue, from my housemates”

“Luna.”

“Shush now, Ginny. Now, come back to bed. It’s easier to fight of nightmares when there’s two of you than when there’s only one.”

[the-void-is-sapphic]

Sapphic September Day 2: Best Friends to Lovers / Enemies to Lovers

Ft tsuchako! I love these girls so much, theyre just so adorable! (I was listening to a tsuchako playlist on spotify while drawing this)

[browneyesandhair]

I mean, I should hope so

Hey! I wrote a thing. Hope you enjoy! Inspired by this post. 

When Ginny asked Luna to go with her to a tattoo shop, she thought it would not be a problem. Luna didn’t realize how much this one visit would stress her out.

A03 / FFN

A/N I’m not sure I can do a whole month where I crank out a fic every day. So I think I’m just throwing one out. It fits the prompt hand holding. Technically, for the Sapphic September 2018 fest by @golden-queen-writes (as I understand it)

When Ginny asked Luna to go with her to a tattoo shop, she thought it would not be a problem. Luna didn’t realize how much this one visit would stress her out. The reason they were going to a tattoo shop was Ginny played for the Holyhead Harpies, and tattoos were part of the culture of Quidditch players. As this was Ginny’s first tattoo she wanted a friend who could help, and Luna had three. Sporting some tattoos of the moon and some stars on the back of her left shoulder, Luna was a prime candidate. Ginny likely thought that since Luna had done it before, that she would be able to help Ginny through her first tattoo.

Wandering into Tatting’s Tattoos, Luna was surprised to learn it was owned by the nephew of the co-owner of Twilfitt and Tattings. Ginny wanted a magical tattoo of a bludger that flew across her ribs. However, rib tattoos were supposed to be a particularly painful type of tattoos. Luna heard a rumor that it was the same in the muggle world, but she wasn’t completely sure.

Luna went with Ginny to make the appointment after they finished having tea on a rare afternoon when Ginny didn’t have practice and Luna didn’t need to work in the office. She did catch the look the tattoo artist threw at her rainbow bracelet while he and Ginny were deciding the final details of Ginny’s tattoo and price.

More or less completely forgetting about the experience until three weeks later, Luna was surprised the time had passed so quickly. When Ginny asked Luna to come with her once again, Luna made sure she was free and promised to go with her.

Relaxing on the chair as much as Ginny could, the artist started waving his wand to control the machine as precisely as possible. Once the tattoo artist had placed the sketch on Ginny’s ribs for sizing and received the confirmation from her, the artist started in. Ginny’s face quickly lost all of its color. Ginny may have been very pale, but she usually had a bit of a constant blush that always made Luna smile. Ginny’s lack of general blush and wincing made Luna wince with her.

It only took three winces before Luna grabbed Ginny’s hand. “Squeeze as hard as you need,” Luna added whispering in Ginny’s ear. Luna was upset that Ginny was in dealing with this much pain. Luna started describing some of the different creatures her father had come across in his travels after the war. She threw in some facts about Newt Scamander and the incorrect parts of his book. Hopefully, Luna’s stroking of Ginny’s arm up and down would help to soothe Ginny. Luna didn’t think much of it, at first. Consequently, Ginny’s face gained a little more color after that at least.

The tattoo artist stole a glance at Luna’s unique outfit of a rainbow skirt, button down white top, rainbow suspenders, and a blue flannel tied around her waist. Luna was aware that she stood out from the crowd. It didn’t usually bother her. But Luna did have an idea of where this was going. Luna was pretty openly gay, but Ginny had never made mention of her sexuality. She’d been very supportive when Luna came out. But Ginny had never had that need to be who she was as openly as Luna did.

So, in this instance where the tattoo artist was clearly about to mention them dating, Luna didn’t have a great response or any response at all. “So, are you two close?” He asked. Luna wasn’t sure how to tell Ginny what the tattoo artist was actually asking.

“Yeah, of course. That’s why I asked her to come.” Ginny replied. But Luna didn’t know how to tell Ginny everything that she had just implied to the tattoo artist. Luna didn’t have a problem with being anything other than what she was. But she wasn’t sure how Ginny would take it. Ginny could be pretty thick like her brothers at times.

“Cool, good for you!” The tattoo artist said. He definitely thought he had a lesbian couple in his shop at the moment. It was great that he was cool with it. But at the same time, Luna didn’t know how to correct him. She was fine with being accused of being gay, as she was gay. But she wasn’t sure how to handle being incorrectly accused of being gay. Luna just kept up her chatter for Ginny.

“Can I have a glass of water?” Ginny asked the tattoo artist.

Here was her chance! Luna could have taken the opportunity that he left to grab the water to explain, but she just wasn’t sure how to clarify what was actually happening. Did she explain it to Ginny? Would it make Ginny uncomfortable? Would Ginny being uncomfortable make Luna uncomfortable? Would the two of them being uncomfortable make the tattoo artist uncomfortable? Would this cause him to mess up the tattoo? This was putting pressure on making the explanation just right.

Before Luna could find the perfect combination of words to explain, the tattoo artist returned with the glass of water and resumed his work. Ginny held the glass out for Luna. Assuming she was done with the glass, Luna just held it in her hand until Ginny wanted some more. Ginny clearly had other ideas.

“Luna, just drink some water,” Ginny said. Luna quickly drank some water. So, now they were drink sharing in front of the tattoo artist. Drink sharing! Which means, there’s a whole other aspect that Luna would need to explain to Ginny. The explanation would be brutal. Meanwhile, the tattoo artist started smiling smugly. He knew he was right. But he wasn’t right, and Luna couldn’t correct him now.

At least the rest of the appointment went well. No one other than Luna felt a strange tension. Ginny was just as oblivious as she was earlier, and Luna was just a ball of nervous gay.

As the artist was charming the tattoo, he asked a few more questions. Luna mentioned that she was planning to be tattooed in a month or so. Ginny slid in with “Yeah, I’m going to go with her and hold her hand for that one.” Oh, why did Ginny say that? Luna might die.

The tattoo artist just replied with “I mean, I should hope so.” Luna died on the spot there. Well, maybe not, but it was a close one. Luckily the appointment ended quickly after that. Ginny clearly had no clue.

Even though she knew it was ridiculous, Luna was stressing. What if when Ginny went back for her next tattoo, Luna wasn’t there. Then the tattoo artist would ask where her girlfriend was. Luna was feeling anxious about the whole hypothetical future event. Maybe they should never be tattooed again. But that wasn’t an option knowing Ginny, her chosen career, and Luna’s need to decorate her skin. Thankfully it was over, Luna had been on dates with men (before she was out) that were less stressful than this.

[moonlights0nata]

Sapphic September 2018 day 3

Prompt: “Come back to bed.” or “Why did you have to leave me all alone?”

How could I miss a chance to draw my exe girls ???? And human roll w/ bun buns 

Also what are backgrounds lol

[stephanie-brown-deserved-better]

Day 3 of SapphicSeptember

Day 3: “Come back to bed.” or “Why did you have to leave me all alone?”

“Steph.” Cass was on the windowsill of her bedroom. She couldn’t see anything through the black eyes of Cass’s new attire. New costume. Her voice was warm and it had sounded like it was had been on the tip of her tongue through the entire way here. Her body posture was slightly relaxed, as relaxed as Cass can be, and her head tilted, maybe smiling.

“Cass.” Steph couldn’t bring herself to bring any emotion to her voice. It came out flat and bitter. She dropped her arms to her side holding her books beside her. Her body language probably also revealed everything to Cass the moment she shifted her feet into a better retreat position. If that even made any sense.

“What’s wrong?” Cass went down from the windowsill and was now standing on Steph’s floor. She approached Steph and while Steph may admit that she doesn’t have the fastest instinct in the world, her movement back towards the door was quick and might not have sent the best vibes towards Cass. She pushed the ugly feeling in her stomach and gathered her courage. She closed her eyes and felt tears gathering. She wants to lie but nothing goes past Cass. And Cass wouldn’t leave until she got the truth. She faced the hallway. She considered running to the door but it was pointless.

“You left.”  Without any explanation, too. Steph shouldn’t be mad. Bruce was Cass’s dad and she didn’t want to get in the way. But it hurt. She could handle Bruce’s hate. Tim’s. Barbara’s. But Cass’s leave felt worse than death. It felt like her heart kept on breaking and breaking. Even until now.

“But I’m here now.”

“That wasn’t point my Cass.”

“What is it then?”

“Why did you have to leave me all alone?”

It’s awful but I missed the first two days but I still wanted to contribute something. I’ll try to do better on the one tomorrow. Also! I did the first option over in my HP tumblr so send a raven if you’d want to read it (but why would you)

[bloodmartini]

Sapphic September 2018, day 1

You're an idiot, why do I love you?

Pansy dreaded going back to Hogwarts. The summer had been... out of this world, to say the least. She clutched the shoulderstrap of her bag, as she thought back on the unusually hot weeks she had spent with Her. Her chest clutched and her throat closed up as she thought of how She had looked at her, in the shadow by the beach. She wouldn't look at her like that again, not while they were at Hogwarts. No, She would go back to being all goo-goo eyed over the chosen one. The prince who didn't die. And She would go back to looking at Pansy as if she was something foul She had the bad fortune of stepping in. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, readying herself for what was about to come. When she opened them, she saw a sea of red hair. The cold panic that gripped her made her turn away and get on the train as fast as she could. Ducking between people, she got herself to the very end of the train. Surely, she'd be left alone there, to wallow in her woes. She settled in, pulling her knees up under her chin, as she leaned against the window. She closed her eyes again, remembering how she could see the freckles appear on Her skin. It must have been magic, Pansy would have sworn by it. If not for the way they appeared, then for the way it captivated Pansy. She felt her eyes burn with tears as she felt her heart break. She couldn't get herself to even think Her name. How was she going to survive the year without breaking down? The train shook as it started leaving the platform, leaving the summer behind. She curled up into a ball and cried silently. She wasn't sure of how long she had been like that, but when the compartment door opened, her limbs were stiff as she straightened out quickly, whiping her wand out to hex whomever it was. She froze when she saw the ginger hair and the freckled skin. Ginny looked at her with surprise and worry.

"Pansy?" she said, ignoring the wand as she closed the door behind herself. Pansy felt her hand shake, her eyes filling up with tears again.

"Don't..." she said, voice weak. Ginny moved in and sat down next to her.

"What is going on?" she wanted to know, gently but firmly. "Do I need to hex someone?"

Pansy shook her head weakly.

"You don't need to tell me, I already know", Pansy said without looking at her. Ginny frowned confused.

"What are you talking about?"

"You want to pretend this summer never happened and for things to go back to how it was before", she said.

"Is that what I want?" she asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Of course", Pansy said, avoiding to look at Ginny. "You can't possibly be seen with me and date Harry Potter simultaneously."

"That's true", Ginny agreed, and it was as if a knife had been plunged into Pansy's heart. "And you think I want to date Harry?"

"Of course you do", Pansy said, taking a deep, shaky breath.

Ginny was silent for a moment.

"You're an idiot."

Pansy looked at her, surprised.

"Excuse me?"

Ginny looked at her, touched Pansy's face as she wiped some tears away.

"You assume alot, and make an ass of you and me", she said. "I can't be with both, and I don't want to either. I want to be with you."

"Don't fuck with me, I can't take it."

"Pansy-"

"No, Ginny, don't say things you don't mean."

Ginny took her hand.

"You're an idiot", she said. "Why do I love you?"

Pansy looked at her, stunned for words. Ginny leaned in and kissed her softly.

"I'm not leaving you", Ginny clarified. "Not for Harry, or anyone else. I love you."

Pansy wondered if it wasn't Ginny who was the idiot, but she couldn't help smiling and shaking her head.

"I love you too."

[legendaryroar]

Yours, Always

For Sapphic September Day 5: Soulmate!AU or Autumn 

Pairing: Acxa/Veronica Rating: Teen and Up Word Count: 721 Summary: Veronica will never forget the way Acxa introduced herself.

(AO3 Link | My other Sapphic September Works: AO3 | Tumblr)

Veronica levelled a glare at Lance but refused to rise to his bait and look petty in front of the others. Everyone else laughed, and she huffed and folded her arms., already plotting how to embarrass him back.

“Veronica? Your name is Veronica?”

“Yeah, that’s me,” she said tiredly, turning to see who had spoken behind her. If it was another officer Lance had been running his mouth to, she’d find al the embarrassing pictures of him from highschool and post them on the digital Garrison bulletin board.

The speaker was a purple-skinned alien woman that Veronica remembered seeing around Keith. She was ignoring everyone else and focusing on Veronica. She was gorgeous, and Veronica couldn’t help but perk up, even though that was bound to set Lance off again about her interest in aliens. Not that he was one to talk.

“And you are?”

The alien looked past Veronica to the group of laughing officers, and lance, and then reached out and grabbed Veronica’s wrist. The sound Veronica made as she was tugged away set Lance off again behind her, but she ignored him and struggled to keep pace.

“Um, excuse me?” she said, not yet attempting to free herself.

“Not here,” the woman said, still tugging her away through the corridors of the Garrison.

Veronica considered pulling away. There hadn’t been any incidents with aliens yet, and if Keith trusted this one, that was a sure sign she was alright, but still, an unknown person was dragging her somewhere secluded. That should be setting off warning bells, but she was too curious what this pretty alien wanted with her.

She’d always had a stupid weakness for beautiful women.

Finally, the alien pulled her into a room, looked around and nodded to herself upon finding it empty, and then turned to her. “I am Acxa,” she said, bringing her hands to the fastening of her shirt.

It took a moment for Veronica’s brain to catch up as she watched Acxa start to remove her shirt.

“Wait, what...? Okay, you’re hot and all, and I’m not opposed, but I don’t know you? So just stripping down out of nowhere is a bit...”

Acxa was pointing to writing that crawled across the skin just below her bra, an almost glowing sliver against her purple skin. “Veronica written like this? Is this your second name also?” she asked.

Veronica stared for a moment, then a loud sound tore out of her throat. Acxa flinched away, but Veronica just started pawing at her own shirt. She was sure if she opened her mouth she’d only babble, so she kept it shut until she had her shirt off.

“Does this say Acxa?” she asked, pointing to the alien script that had puzzled her since appearing on her skin at puberty.

Acxa reached out, brushing the back of a curved finger against the script. The touch made Veronica shiver, but she was frozen in place. During the invasion she had spent a lot of energy ignoring her mark, pretending it wasn’t there. She’d had confirmation early on that it wasn’t Galra script, but still, she hadn’t wanted to think about it.

When Acxa pulled her hand away, she appeared flushed, a darker hue staining her cheeks. She reached up, gently cradling the side of Veronica’s face.

“Veronica,” she said softly. “I never thought I’d meet you.”

Veronica’s response evaporated from her mind as Acxa leaned forward and pressed their foreheads together with a sigh. Unsure what to do, Veronica rested her hands gently on Acxa’s shoulders.

“What are your Earth customs?” Acxa asked softly, brushing the thumb of her other hand over her name again. “What do you wish to do next?”

“Many, many things that are completely inappropriate for an officer to do on Garrison grounds,” Veronica said without thinking. “But that has more to do with you introducing yourself by taking your shirt off.”

Acxa laughed, and pulled away. “Forgive me, I let my excitement get the better of me. It would have been humiliating if you were not my Veronica. I wasn’t thinking.”

Veronica shivered. “Your Veronica?”

The purple hue of Acxa’s cheeks darkened. “My Veronica,” she repeated, lower.

Another shiver swept through Veronica. “Possessive, I like it,” she whispered. “Then that makes you my Acxa.”

Acxa smiled and nodded. “Yours, always.”

[knowyourincantations]

Waiting for so Long

Sapphic September Day 2: Best Friends to Lovers or Enemies to Lovers

Pairing: Ginny/Luna

(AO3)

“That’s all of them paired off now,” Ginny said, watching Neville and Hannah take their first dance as a married couple.

Luna looked up from her plate, where she was arranging the food into some kind of sculpture. “Not all pairs,” she said. “Harry and Draco have been inviting Theo into their marriage more and more often lately, I think it’s going to become permanent.”

Ginny scrunched up her nose. “That doesn’t counter my point, Luna.”

Luna nodded. “I suppose not. Do you want to dance?”

With as much wine as Ginny had consumed, that was probably not wise. Still, she never could pass up the chance to dance with Luna, even if they mostly got laughed at. Luna may dance rather strangely, but it was far more fun than the way everyone else danced.

“Sure, I’d love to,” she said, standing and reaching out her hand.

Luna took it with a bright smile, and Ginny felt her face flush. She really would do anything to see that smile.

***

As soon as Ginny stepped through the fireplace, she groaned, dropping her bag and kicking off her shoes. Her Quidditch leathers were a muddy mess inside the bag, but she couldn’t be bothered dealing with them. She crossed the room to where Luna was sitting on the sofa.

“Tough practise?” Luna asked, shifting her legs from tucked up next to her to hanging off the edge.

Ginny just groaned again, flopping down lengthways on the sofa and resting her head on Luna’s lap. “The worst.”

Luna put her book aside and started carding her hands through Ginny’s hair. “Still damp,” she said idly, before starting to massage her scalp.

“It took forever to wash the mud out,” Ginny complained, closing her eyes wishing the day was over already.

“Who started the wrestling match in the mud this time?” Luna asked.

Ginny stayed stubbornly silent. Andrea had deserved to be tackled into the mud, and she wasn’t budging on that. Luna laughed and tweaked her nose. Ginny swatted at her hand, but Luna just caught it and started to massage that instead.

It was meant to be a comforting gesture, but Ginny felt her face heat. She cracked her eyes open and watched as Luna shifted to her forearm and gently massaged all the tense muscles from practise.

“You need a relaxing bath,” Luna sighed. “You’re so tense.”

“What have you been up to today?” Ginny asked, mainly to distract herself from the imagery that sprang up at that suggestion. It was getting harder and harder to live with Luna and not imagine all the ways they could be together.

“I went out to Neville’s,” Luna said, letting Ginny’s arm go and returning her hands to her head. She played with her hair for a bit. “He’s thinking of draining the swampy land at the back of his property.”

Ginny snorted softly. “For another greenhouse?”

“Of course,” Luna laughed. “But I told him he shouldn’t. You wouldn’t believe the number of rare creatures that live in swamps.”

Closing her eyes as Luna resumed massaging her scalp, Ginny sighed. “I hope he listens to you.”

***

The storm was in full force by the time Luna picked her way through the wild back garden and up to the cottage. Ginny shook her head at her, but Luna only grinned back, holding up a handful of some sort of plant. She had mud splattered up her legs and arms, and her hair was plastered about her face.

“That really couldn’t have waited?” Ginny asked, as Luna stepped into the kitchen, dripping mud and water everywhere. They really should install some kind of washroom around the back door. This happened too often. She made a mental note to ask her mum about it.

“Oh, but it’s lovely out there,” Luna said, dropping the muddy plant onto the bench and tugging at her sodden clothes so they didn’t stick to her quite so closely.

With a sigh, Ginny reached out and smoothed the hair off Luna’s face. “You are quite mad sometimes.”

Luna grinned back. “That’s why we work so well,” she said, reaching up and running her finger down the bride of Ginny’s nose, leaving cold mud in its wake. “You are quite serious sometimes.”

Ginny scrunched up her nose. “Thanks for that.”

“You’re welcome,” Luna said, before stepping forward and wrapping around her in a hug.

When Ginny squawked and struggled against the cold and wet, Luna just started laughing. Ginny melted inside from the sound.

***

Ginny frowned down at the invite in her hand. “I didn’t know you could marry more than one person.”

Luna hummed and stole her tea. “Well, if anyone could do it, it would be Harry.”

It was...well it was just ridiculous. That everyone was paired off, and now Harry and Draco were also marrying Theo in some strange arrangement, while Ginny had been living with the woman she loved for years and never dared to say anything about it.

Sod it all. Enough was enough.

“Luna, I want to marry you,” she said, before she lost the nerve.

Luna’s expression perked up. “I’ll move into your room, we can turn mine into an art studio! You’re always complaining about me leaving my things all over the place!”

“What?” Ginny deflated. Was she messing with her? No, Luna didn’t do that sort of thing. “I’m serious, Luna.”

Luna put down the teacup and shuffled closer to her on the sofa. “Well, if you’re being quite serious, I shall have to be quite mad,” she said, taking both her hands. “We should elope. Somewhere by the sea. You’ll wear daisies in your hair, I want lavender in mine.”

Something inside Ginny’s chest was cracking, or maybe exploding. “But...we haven’t even...”

Luna smiled, letting go of her hands to trace her lips instead. Ginny’s breath was stolen away at once. “Should we? Waiting would be romantic. First kiss at a wedding, how delightful.”

“Don’t play with me now,” Ginny said, grabbing Luna’s hands and clutching at them tightly. “I’m in love with you. I’m serious.”

Luna clutched her hands back just as tightly. “We should get married this week. Elope as soon as possible. Your mum will hate it, but, Ginny, I’ve been waiting so long for you to say something. I could have gone on like this forever, as long as you were here, but this, this is what I really want.”

Ginny stared at her, opening and closing her mouth as she tried to find the words.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” she finally asked.

Luna smiled, leaning forward and bumping their noses together. “I didn’t want to rush you,” she said. “You get very stubborn and contrary when you feel rushed.”

With the way her cheeks were burning, Ginny knew she was turning red. But there was no time to be embarrassed, or indignant. Luna was right there. She’d only have to tilt her chin...

“Luna, how serious are you about a first kiss at a wedding?” she asked, barely breathing.

“Oh, not serious at all,” Luna whispered, tilting her head slightly until their lips were touching.

Ginny forgot how to think, how to breathe. But it was okay, Luna would put her back together again.

End.

[jobethdalloway]

Sapphic September Challenge! Day 4: ““Look, I might be evil but even I have standards.”

Pairing: Hevelyn (The Incredibles 2)

Someone disposable. Something harmless. Nothing that would call too much attention to her or her plans.

The paper boy looked like he might’ve been walking around wearing kooky glasses he’d sent away for, courtesy of a comic book ad. It took him less than ten minutes to walk to the drugstore, steal a box of Good & Plenty, and return to Evelyn’s new apartment. When he knocked on the door to give them to her, she took the glasses along with the candy and sent him on his way.

This was her tenth successful venture with hypnosis. She hadn’t wanted to get her hopes up the first few times, sure that a mistake had to be coming, but it was all going like clockwork now. Vengeance was finally within her grasp, if not in the immediate future. Evelyn chuckled at her own genius, throwing herself onto her bed. Now it was time to formulate. She should’ve had more faith in her own abilities; it hadn’t occurred to her to start planning this far ahead because she hadn’t been sure the mind control would really work. But it did. And now she could make those damn skippy Supers pay. 

At times during her experimenting, a doubtful voice would prick its way into her mind to tell her she was crazy for thinking her plans could work. Now the voice was going at her a different way, attacking a far more sensitive spot:

You know what you could do with this, don’t you? 

Yes, obviously. End Supers for good.

Or...you could take back the worst mistake you ever made. You could bring her back, and make sure she never left you again. Make her yours, forever, and you could make her give up the superhero act, too...

Evelyn sat up. Goosebumps were prickling her skin as she thought back to her first encounter with Helen Parr--well, Helen Truax back then...

New Year’s Eve, 1955. 

It had been Winston’s idea to host a party while their parents were out of town. Not that the Deavors’ would’ve minded some kind of soiree, but Evelyn was sure he felt freer to be more loud and obnoxious in their absence. As far as Evelyn was concerned, there was far too much pressure to enjoy oneself on that holiday, and if she had her way she’d have just stayed in her bedroom all night long. She just wanted to be alone, but the sounds of the raucous party downstairs made that difficult. Going out was another option, but she doubted she’d be able to find a place where she could be left alone. 

It was around 11:00 when she thought it might be quieter outside, at least. She made her way to the second story balcony, a cigarette in one hand and a bottle of whiskey in the other. She took a drag on the cigarette; it was much more peaceful out here. Music was still wafting her way but at least she couldn’t hear the partygoers. 

At least, not until--

“Phew! Mind if I join you out here for a sec?”

Evelyn turned to say she minded very much, but then she saw who the drawl belonged to and fell suddenly mute. The girl sauntered towards her in red slacks and a silver top, wearing a dazzling yet unassuming smile. She sat herself down next to Evelyn, mimicking her posture: legs dangling between the bars of the rail, leaning back and resting her weight on her palms. Evelyn was aware that she was staring and felt her heartbeat starting to race, but she couldn’t will herself to look away. 

“You’re Win’s sister, aren’t you?”

Lord have mercy, at least she could still speak: “How’d you know that?”

“Oh, he’s very fond of you, y’know,” the girl said. “Also, your picture’s up all over the house. Your folks must be fond of you, too.”

“How do you know Winston?”

“Let’s call him a fan. I mean, a friend. I’m Helen.”

Evelyn raised an eyebrow but decided not to push it. “Helen...hello. I’m Evelyn. Um, happy New Year’s.”

“Same to you! So, what’s got you out here instead of dancing the night away with all the other cool cats at this party, huh?”

At this, Evelyn scoffed and could finally look away. “Did Winston send you up here to get me?”

Helen sounded genuinely surprised. “What? No! Truth be told, I needed some space myself. It was gettin’ too crowded down there for my taste and I needed a breath of fresh air. This is quite a place your folks have got! I didn’t see this balcony was occupied until I opened the doors. And now I’m sitting here and I’m thinking, what’s a pretty girl like you doin’ all on your lonesome up here?”

For the life of her, Evelyn could not remember the last time she had blushed- or, for that matter, the last time someone had called her pretty. She’d been told her hair wasn’t short or cute enough for a pixie cut, and that it made her look mannish. Her mother severely disapproved not only of the hair but of her taste in clothes, which was none too feminine, and which Mrs. Deavor strongly suspected was one of the reasons Evelyn had graduated with an MRS degree. 

“Mom, I know your heart is in the right place but Smith is a women’s college!”

“I know that, I know, but there are some courses open to students from other schools nearby, some of which do in fact allow men to register! Please, dear, just keep an open mind.” 

“Oh, trust me, my mind’s plenty open already.”

Helen’s voice drew her out of her reverie. “Evelyn? Hey, anyone home?”

“Yeah, sorry, um... yeah. Winston’s much more of the social type than me. Throwing the party was his idea, and I’m not enough of a killjoy to have stopped him. Although trust me, it was tempting.” She nodded at Helen. “What’s your deal, square? You a party girl?”

Helen laughed, and Evelyn hated that she had been cursed with the propensity to fall in love and fall hard at the drop of a hat. “Square? You think I’m square? Check out that hog down there.”

The lights from mansion’s windows shone bright on a line of partygoers’ cars, and Evelyn followed Helen’s gaze to a motorcycle sandwiched between two Buicks. “The Indian?”

“Fire Arrow, newest model.” 

“Is it your boyfriend’s?”

“Ha! Now I’m starting to think that you’re trying to insult me!” Helen chuckled, and Evelyn grinned. “The bike is mine, and incidentally, I’m flying solo these days.”

Evelyn gasped for dramatic effect, but her surprise was genuine. “Well! What’s a pretty girl like you doing single?” 

The response was another airy laugh, but Evelyn was watching closely for the smallest signs of betrayal - hollowness, tenseness, a brief widening of the eyes that would indicate Helen had been asked this a lot and was tired of hearing about it. Maybe Evelyn was projecting, but she could swear she saw her own tiredness reflected in Helen’s lovely face. 

“Listen, you find a guy who wouldn’t mind taking the backseat on my bike and maybe then we’ll talk.” 

Evelyn scoffed and mashed the cigarette on the balcony. She wasn’t drunk, but she’d had enough of the whiskey to get brave - reckless, in someone else’s words - and she had talked her way out of enough scrapes barking up the wrong tree that she felt it was time to throw caution to the winds again. 

“I leave finding guys to other women. It’s not something I care to take up my time with.” She took a sip of the whiskey, emboldened by the way Helen was looking at her. “If you’re interested in finding someone to ride behind you, though, I could maybe think of someone.”

Helen drummed her fingers for a moment before inching them closer to Evelyn’s hand. “Ever ridden a motorcycle before?” 

“Mm-mm. Always thought it looked neat, but learning to ride a car seemed easier.” She sighed and took another sip for bravery. “That’s human nature, I guess. Bet you get a more satisfying ride on that bike than you would a car, huh?”

“Oh, top quality,” Helen said fervently. 

“Now see, that’s the trouble with most people. We choose ease over quality. I did that for years before I...” Evelyn paused when Helen’s hand covered her own. “Before I had a particularly persuasive roommate who made me realize life is supposed to be the other way around. The good stuff is sometimes the hardest to get. You know what I mean?”

Helen nodded. “I’ve never been a girl for taking the easy way out. Whaddya say, Evelyn? Wanna ditch this party and go for a ride?” 

She moved to stand up at once, her legs weak. “God, yes.” 

They made their way back downstairs, where Evelyn’s main goal was to avoid being seen by her brother. Fortunately the party had gotten crowded and rowdy enough that it was very easy to avoid being detected. Evelyn ducked outside while Helen went to track down her jacket. 

But it seemed Evelyn hadn’t gone quite as unnoticed as she’d hoped. She was zipping up her own jacket when she heard a young man from the party call out to her. He’d followed her down the front steps, probably intoxicated, and not at all deterred by the look of disgust on her face. He stumbled over to her, putting a heavy hand on her shoulder. 

“Hey, baby, you gonna ditch the Deavors’ already?”

“Buddy, I’m giving you to the count of three to take your hands off me. One, two...”

“Aw, c’mon, be a good sport, honey!”

He’d been warned. Evelyn whipped a lighter from her pocket- but instead of igniting a flame, it sent an electrical zap through the man as soon as it made contact with his arm. The mild electrocution sent him flailing to the ground, and Evelyn tried not to laugh. The device still needed work, though, if it was to be as thoroughly effective as she wanted: he was still able to get to his feet, shaking his head but ready to go for her again. 

All of a sudden a fist came flying out of nowhere, punching the guy square in the jaw. He swung on the spot, trying to grab his bearings, and an arm with stunning elasticity wrapped itself several times around his neck and pulled hard, spinning him like a top back up the steps to the open front door. And there was Helen, kicking him over the porch railing where he lay sprawled out in a small pool of his own vomit. 

“Are you okay?” Helen asked, hurrying over.

Evelyn felt winded. “Christ! Y-you’re--but--”

“I know! Doesn’t it look cute in these slacks?” Helen asked, twisting around, but that did little to change Evelyn’s stunned expression. The jig was up. “Yeah,” she whispered. “I”m a Super. Your brother invited a few of us to the party; I hope that’s all right. You looked like you were ready to handle that guy all right yourself, maybe I should’ve left you to it! What’s that gizmo, anyhow?”

It took a moment for Evelyn to regain her powers of speech. “Oh, well, it still has a few kinks to work out, I guess. I call it the Zippo Zapper. Made it myself.”

“You made that?”

“Wow, did I really impress Elastigirl?” 

“Don’t get too cocky. I’m still amazed by the concept of an electric mixer.” 

It felt good to laugh. “Well, I’m amazed that there’s a superhero here who didn’t show up in costume.” 

“Eh.” Helen shrugged. “Making a scene just for the sake of it isn’t, well, my scene. Truth be told, I think your brother and your folks are a little too bright-eyed and bushy-tailed when it comes to Supers, but I suppose ...well, never mind. I’m flattered by the attention but I don’t do superhero work to get fans.”

“Why do you do it, then?”

Helen slipped into her leather jacket and started walking towards her motorcycle. “Because I want to help people! I want to do good with the powers that I have. Y’know, my mother just about wanted to disown me when I said I was gonna get the mask and the gear and all that to fight crime. Can you beat that?”

“What? Why? Isn’t she a Super, too?”

“Nope, but my old man was. Mother figures superhero work is a man’s job. Thought I should just find the right guy and settle down.” Helen scoffed, straddling the bike. “Settle down, are you kidding? I’m at the top of my game! I’m right up there with the big dogs! Leave the saving of the world to the men? I don’t think so!”  

Evelyn’s form of teenage rebellion had been to distance herself from her parents’ worship of superheroes, but by her twenties she’d grown nothing stronger than indifference towards them. But Helen, wow, she was really something else... 

She took the few remaining steps to the bike, but didn’t climb on just yet. “I may not have superpowers of my own, but I still like to take jobs now and then that are typically prescribed to men.”

“Oh? How’s that?” 

Helen’s heart seemed to skip several beats when Evelyn leaned down and kissed her. Evelyn was daring; she took Helen’s face in her hands and deepened the kiss. She liked the idea of catching a Super off guard, almost as much as she liked how clearly Helen was into this kiss. Helen’s instinct was to break it off so she could stand up and properly take Evelyn in her arms, but the tiny part of her mind that was still cognizant of the world beyond Evelyn’s surprisingly soft lips knew that making out in full view of the mansion’s windows wasn’t the best idea.

“Did you have any... particular idea of where you might like to go?” Helen asked between heavier-than-normal breaths. 

Evelyn smirked. “It was your idea to bust out of here. Not mine. Where does Elastigirl like to spend her nights out on the town?”

Helen patted the bike. “We’re staying in and going to my place.”

That relationship had lasted almost two glorious years. Well, glorious in retrospect, maybe; it was easy to glamorize the past. Evelyn sat up, scowling. That kind of romanticization was Winston’s thing, not hers. She and Helen had had their fair share of arguments, which had ultimately led to Evelyn breaking things off because she couldn’t take the stress of dating a Super. They’d had a shaky reconciliation as friends that had weakened enormously when the Deavors died, and Evelyn had become a recluse. 

And now here she was, primed to tell Winston they could get going on their plan to get Supers out in the open again... all so she could ensure they stayed buried forever. But part of her wanted so badly, so desperately, to use her newfound gadgetry for something that might’ve been even worse.

You know the last time you were happy? With her. You can have that again. Put some goggles on Helen and she’ll be and do anything you say. None of the superhero drama, just the two of you, all the time... it’d be so easy.

Easy.

The word reached out and hit her like a slap to the face. Scary easy, but no quality. Nothing that really mattered.

Taking Supers down forever was going to be hard enough, and dodgy enough, too, but at least it served the greater good. At least she could tell herself she was ultimately helping others to become self-reliant by ridding them of these costumed crusaders. Yes, this was a noble goal. Someday history would look back and smile on her for restoring America’s can-do spirit and rejecting so-called saviors. Some people might look at her as wicked, but she chose to see it as a necessary evil.

Contrarily, using her device as essentially a high-tech love potion for purely selfish reasons was depraved. She may have hated Helen for what she became, but romantic agency was not something she would ever take from her.

Sure, I might be evil...but even I have standards.

[einsteinwrites]

In her defense, she’s not sure how anyone manages to not fall in love with Amanita Caplan.

Nomi Marks, untiled Spy!AU drabble

[imaravencatch]

Sapphic September: D4 Pair Ginny Weasley/Luna Lovegood

Day 4: Pirate!AU or “Look, I may be evil but even I have standards.”

“Well, hello there, pretty lady.” Someone said from in front of her. Her book was far more interesting and she was sure that the woman talking had gotten the wrong person.

“Hello to you too, miss. But I’m afraid you’ve mistaken me for someone else, I’m neither pretty nor am I considered a lady” Luna turned a page and continued on reading hoping that the person would realize their mistake and go on and find the person they’re actually looking for.

“No. I’m pretty sure you’re the gal I’m looking for.” Luna looked up to see who this woman is. She was faced with a tall, red-haired and freckled pirate or someone who is dressed up like a pirate. But why anyone would dress up like a pirate especially in these times, Luna wondered. Judging from the big hat, probably a captain. Luna didn’t recognize the insignia but it seemed familiar.

“Why would you be looking for me?” Luna kept her face neutral, afraid to show any signs of anything in front this stranger. While Luna may not seem like she cared much about what was going on around her, she was actually more observant than most people. There’s something big coming, something bad and Luna might not know much about it but she’s pretty sure the reports of people disappearing isn’t because they’ve all gone on holiday.

“You’re Luna Lovegood, aren’t you? A writer for the Quibbler?” Luna’s breathe caught. She suddenly became interested in a few birds flying off in the distance.

“What if I was her? What would you do?” Luna’s reaching for her wand, ready to Apparate to her home. She had begun perform the wand movements when she stopped when she heard the stranger’s next words.

“I’d like to invite you to join me.”

“What?” Luna’s head whipped around so fast to face the stranger.

“Hello, pleasure to meet you, Luna. I’m Ginny Weasley. Captain of the Holyhead Harpy and her Harpies, daughter of the Weasley family and member of the Order of the Phoenix.” Luna’s head was racing so fast trying to keep track of all the info even though it was few. Luna was so stupid for thinking it was one of the Dark who’s come to make her disappear. The signs were there.

Ginny Weasley, an infamous pirate unafraid of to fight for what was right and recognizable by her signature Bat-Bogey hex. The Holyhead Harpy was one of the fastest and feared ships in the seas and well-known for being operated only by women, the Harpies every bit as fierce and formidable as their captain. The Weasleys, some of the younger members often jokingly referred to themselves as the Weasley Whirlpools, were known for fighting for the Light and ending the bigotry and corruption in, what Luna considers, an awful attempt at a governing body and the daughter and each son were in command of ship/s of their own. The Order of the Phoenix was supposedly led by Albus Dumblebore and Luna wasn’t even sure it was really true. She only heard murmurs of it from her father and certainly had never written about it.

“Why do you want me to be a part of your crew? I’m not a remarkable fighter nor a sailor” Luna had never even step foot in a ship before. Not for lack of trying, it seemed even now people are still wary of letting woman onto boats.

“I’ve read your stories on the Quibbler. I know that you know what’s going on and you have a knack for figuring out what’s really going on. It doesn’t matter if you’re shite with a wand or puke your guts out every hour, it’s the fight in the person that matters.”

“I’m not shite with a wand, I don’t like hurting people.”

“And you won’t need to on my crew. You can help with the navigation and the investigations and help us gather more people for the Light with your stories. I assume you can still write whilst on the sea and just owl it to your father? Even if you can’t-”

“I can.”

“Great. So, you’re aboard then?” Ginny’s smile was blinding to Luna but she couldn’t help but stare.

Luna felt something in herself. She wasn’t brave nor cunning nor have people be drawn to her. She was a wallflower. A wilting one, she’d think to herself in her darkest days. But looking at Ginny, with her smile more striking than the sun, Luna feels something fill inside of her. Something igniting, finally filling her with her purpose. She loves writing stories for the newspaper, but to be able to act for once and stand up to those who were unable to for themselves, Luna was ready.

“What do I need?” Luna was pretty sure there now spots in her eyes because of Ginny.

“I’ll come with you and I’ll tell you what you need. If you don’t have we’ve got extras on the ship.”

Luna smiles back for once and something possessed her to grab Ginny’s hand. As they talked on the way towards her house, passing by many members if Ginny’s crew that Luna hadn’t also noticed, Luna wonders what’ll tomorrow have for her. It’ll be her first time on a ship tonight, with all unfamiliar people, except maybe…

“Ginny.”

“Yeah, Lu?” Luna’s heart skipped a beat.

“Did you happen to stay at Ottery St Cachpole back when you were a kid?”

“Yeah, stayed there for a few months while the Burrow was being fixed, Mum, didn’t want to stay at any other ship, why?”

“No reason.”

[the-void-is-sapphic]

Sapphic September Day 3: “Come back to bed.” / “Why did you have to leave me all alone?”

Ft harlivy! (If you can even tell, they look different in t shirts with their hair down, or maybe thats just my art style) I went for a domestic hurt/comfort kinda thing here, where harley is breaking down in the bathroom from painful memories and ivy comes to comfort her