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Belated Sapphic September 11: Bones

I have been wanting to draw Another TsubaChris for a while but all i could think of for Bones was the locked tomb so here they are in tlt costumes for halloween

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Belated Sapphic September 10: Clairvoyance

"That's so funny. Not even her brother noticed I was someone else. You must have special sight, don't you?"

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Belated Sapphic September 9: UFO

Aliens didn't build the pyramids, but they definitely seduced the people who did

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Sapphic September Day 8: Undead/Zombies

Remember that episode in GX where everyone turns into Duel Zombies? yeah imagine some old experiment gets loose in post-canon Academia while Masumi is visting and does that

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sapphic september masterpost

(a little late but hey. i was at work all week!) @sapphic-september

divination - Divine/Misty Lola - Yu-Gi-Oh! 5D's Rating: G Summary: Her brother had not been killed by an accident with the Witch. No, he was disposed of by a woman claiming to be a God, a spokesperson for a new world.

resurrection - Divine/Aki Izayoi - Yu-Gi-Oh! 5D's Rating: G Summary: She wasn't supposed to be alive, and yet there she was.

find myself at your door - Divine/Yusei Fudo - Yu-Gi-Oh! 5D's Rating: G Summary: Yusei doesn't know what she's doing here.

evening routine - Light Yagami/L - Death Note Rating: G Summary: She just wants to know her name.

it's you and me on the coin - Toy Chica & Withered Chica - Five Nights at Freddy's Rating: G Summary: It looks... awfully familiar. Like her, if she was covered in felt instead of hard plastic.

metaphysical awareness disorder - Link/Zelda - The Legend of Zelda / The Mandela Catalogue Rating: T Summary: The Sheikah Slate does not recognise her.

prized possessions - Jack Atlas/Divine - Yu-Gi-Oh! 5D's Rating: G Summary: “Oh, dear Aki, you’re so naïve. Keep your friends close, and your enemies much, much closer.”

afterlife - Divine/Carly Nagisa - Yu-Gi-Oh! 5D's Rating: G Summary: The act of cheating death had long since fascinated her.

moonlight - Divine/Yusei Fudo - Yu-Gi-Oh! 5D's Rating: G Summary: Besides, she could see decently enough; a bright full moon beamed down on her, illuminating the pathway better than any artificial light could. She could have stayed out here like this forever, tranquil and quiet, and more importantly, alone.

the bridge - Rex Godwin/Divine - Yu-Gi-Oh! 5D's Rating: G Summary: ‘Daedalus bridge – the so-called unfinished bridge in Satellite. Creator has gained legendary status among citizens of Satellite. Suspect missing, presumed dead.’ Warnings: alcohol, vomiting

take me to church - Jack Atlas/Divine - Yu-Gi-Oh! 5D's Rating: E Summary: Jack's pulse was recognisable anywhere. So strong, so her. Warnings: Vampire AU

eat me like a main dish - Jack Atlas/Divine - Yu-Gi-Oh! 5D's Rating: E Summary: Jack Atlas was magnetic, and Divine did not stand a chance against it.

i walked with you once upon a dream - Jack Atlas/Divine - Yu-Gi-Oh! 5D's Rating: G Summary: Bright red eyes illuminated through the dark, mirroring the glow of a strange, V-shaped mark. The screech of some creature filled the space, and then everything was engulfed in the same hue that had been watching her.

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honey I love you

Chapters: 24/24 Fandom: Turn (TV 2014), The Lives of the Mayfair Witches - Anne Rice, Vampire Chronicles Series - Anne Rice Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Anna Strong/Mary Woodhull Characters: Anna Strong, Mary Woodhull, Benjamin Tallmadge, Caleb Brewster, Abigail (Turn), Abraham Woodhull, Thomas "Sprout" Woodhull, Robert Townsend (1753-1838), Rowan Mayfair, Lestat de Lioncourt, Original Female Character(s) (Mentioned), audrey (oc) (mentioned), Mary Floyd Tallmadge Additional Tags: Sapphic September 2024, Sapphic September, Femslash, Witches, Gothic, Horror, Vampires, Bisexual Lestat de Lioncourt, Past Relationship(s), Werewolves, Angels, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Modern with Magic, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Vampire, Alternate Universe - Witchcraft, Alternate Universe - Angels & Demons, Crossover, Bisexuality, Pansexual Character, Bisexual Female Character, Bisexual Male Character, Teacher Benjamin Tallmadge, Minor Robert Townsend/Abraham Woodhull, Lesbian Sex, lestat is the worst (affectionate), Christianity, Protestantism, Religion, Witchcraft, Occult, Halloween, Enemies to Lovers, Alternate Universe - Werewolf, Song: Ophelia (The Lumineers), Autumn, Slow Burn, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Happy Ending, Porn With Plot, Porn with Feelings, Canon Bisexual Character, Explicit Sexual Content, Song: Season of the Witch (Lana Del Rey) Summary: Gothic modern AU of TURN x Vampire Chronicles x Lives of the Mayfair Witches. Anna Strong/Mary Woodhull.

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AN: Last one (for now, unless I find some time and energy to do some more from my list. Thanks to everyone who's been reading along and I hope I haven't disappointed the sapphics too much :)

┊ ┊ ┊ ⋆★ Prompt: Ritual | Arien x Ilmarë ┊ ┊ ★⋆ Synopsis: Together, they cleanse their spirits. ┊ ◦★ Warnings: Non-graphic/hinted spirit sex (just Ainur things) ★⋆ Drabble

They descend into Faskalan together, hand in hand. 

Their naked fánar burst into flame, brilliant like newborn stars. Soon their light will be renewed. 

It's not the first time Arien and Ilmarë enter the Bath of the Setting Sun, nor will it be the last. The journey through the heavens, chasing away darkness and evil, but in time their light is tainted and grows dim. 

Until they bathe together once more. 

The two Maiar embrace each other as they burn, letting their spirits melt together. 

How beautifully ironic that they find such union in the purifying fire of all places.

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Thank you all for participating in Sapphic September 2024!

We have loved seeing your works this month, from fic to fanart to original stories - they've all been so creative! As always, just because the month is over doesn't mean the challenge has to be. We'd love to see any works inspired by these prompts, no matter when you post them. Just be sure to tag us and we'll reblog!

Thank you for celebrating F/F content with us. See you next year!

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┊ ┊ ┊ ⋆★ Prompt: Bones | Idril x Nári (Balrog OFC) ┊ ┊ ★⋆ Synopsis: Nári wants compensation for Gothmog's death. ┊ ◦★ Warnings: Balrogs being Balrogs, kidnapping, FoG ★⋆ Drabble

Her father was dead, her home was no more, and all Idril could do was run. 

One Balrog of Morgoth had come and fallen together with Glorfindel. Yet right as she thought they were safe, another came upon them, swift and fiery like a shooting star. 

Those who came to her aid were swatted aside like flies. 

"Not so fast," a distinctly female voice spoke. "I want compensation for the lives of my brothers." 

"I have nothing! Begone!" 

A clawed hand ripped Idril away from her loved ones before she could react. 

"You, princess, will do nicely," the Balrog purred. 

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Awakening Hope - Elizabeth Woodville/Margaret Beaufort, Margaret of Anjou/Anne Beauchamp Neville

A/N: Day 30 for @sapphic-september , a bonus fic and my last needed fic for September.

Elizabeth Woodville had always been an enemy, to Margaret Beaufort, to Anne Beauchamp Neville, to Margaret of Anjou… but as she settled with her child in her arms, something new was unfolding. Anne had been brought back to court when Margaret of Anjou had announced she intended to replace the king with her own son, failing but finding herself brought to court. Beaufort, to her credit, had found peace in the Queen’s Court, in her bed and dressing her daily, she had found peace… and felt something new awakening. Now, as Beaufort takes the small child that may one day be king, she watches Elizabeth with tender eyes, taking in the way her own dear Elizabeth, so recently a lover and a protector from men’s touches, approaches Anjou. Margaret of Anjou had always been sure of herself, if she’s honest she still is but when Elizabeth, the Queen and a mother to sons who are not dead, approaches, she wonders what might come next. She does not expect to be led to a shy, quiet woman who almost melts into the background. Anne, on being welcomed to court once more, had sobbed as she pledged to be loyal, now, as the woman she swore to love approaches, Anne finds she trusts her, even as a spike of fear awakens something else in her. “Margaret, this is my own dear Anne, a cousin by marriage… she has not yet had comfort since the man she was promised to had his children by her and left her to suffer for his misdeeds… I thought, perhaps, you might like to meet her… as you have also had such crushing losses of late…” Elizabeth moves back to Beaufort then, welcoming the woman in her lap and stroking lazy fingers over the woman’s back, smiling as Beaufort leans into her a little. It had been a late awakening for both of them, but peace comes over them as they watch what unfolds. Anne, quiet, shivering, Anne, should not appeal. Margaret knows that, even as she watches the woman’s bright brown eyes, a strand of hair slips free of her careful court-approved hair style and Margaret finds herself drawn to stroke hair from the woman’s face, the soft intake of breath echoing, even as Anne leans into her touch just a little. Anne, for her own side, is left bewildered by the emotions coiling inside her, freshly awakened. She had not expected an awakening such as this, content simply to be safe and alive, now, as she leans her cheek against a rough palm that is somehow still gentle, she finds herself watching the other woman’s hazelnut eyes, the honey glow in the sun drawing her tentatively closer. “I believe the Queen wishes us… close.” Anne’s voice is soft, so soft that Margaret barely hears her, then, as she understands her words, she speaks softly. “Might we become so?” The question is light and Anne nods slowly, her smile slightly nervous even now. “We might….” “Then shall we take a walk, together?” Later, after the children are asleep and Elizabeth is making her way to her rooms with Beaufort, her own dear Margaret, by her side, it’s quiet. Quiet enough that the soft sounds of lips against lips break it a little. Anne, sweet, tender Anne, is pressed against the door of Margaret of Anjou’s rooms, Margaret’s hand seeking the doorknob before she can finally let them in, inches from knowing they were seen. “She seems… happy.” Beaufort, Margaret, whispers and Elizabeth smiles, risking pressing a soft kiss to the corner of Margaret’s lips. “As we are, I hope?” “Yes… as we are.”

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Blood Calls To Blood - Agatha Harkness/Liandrin Guirale

A/N: Day 30 for @sapphic-september , a bonus fic.

The blood dripping from her wrist, down a broken and slowly healing hand, into the ground was not new. Agatha Harkness had known this was coming, it always did. Someone learnt who and what she was, she was nearly killed and she started life over again. What she doesn’t see, at first, is what her spilling blood does. Light shines from the grave, obscured by years of dirt and mess, and a woman walks as if from a portal, called back to living. Liandrin Guirale, the woman called forth, is quiet. Her eyes glimmer a soft blue, blonde plaited hair pulled tightly from her eyes before she moves to kneel at Agatha’s side, inspecting the woman’s newly healed hand and wrist, the tug of honest want telling her this was who she was here for. Her fingers are soft as she tucks brunette hair from a pale face, her voice soft. “Time to come back, little one.” Agatha wakes with a stifled sob, then, on realising she has company, scrambles backwards even as Liandrin rises, then looks down at her with a mix of confusion and concern. “Who are you?” “Liandrin… Liandrin Guirale, and you, fair one?” “Agatha… Agatha Harkness.” soft, frightened, brown eyes look over her and Liandrin is careful this time, extending a hand slowly to the other woman, her voice soft. “Then come, Agatha… let’s get you out of here.” Later, much later, Agatha’s fingers brush Liandrin’s, their hands meeting almost naturally, Agatha’s breathing catching, an awakening burning in her heart telling her she is, finally, safe.

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Passionate Awakening - Ilsa Faust/Grace

A/N: Day 30 for @sapphic-september

“Ilsa, wait… If I have to die…” Grace has just long enough to pull Ilsa in close, their lips meeting in a fierce, passionate kiss, Grace slipping a metal hip flask into Ilsa’s jacket, the secreted flask had been pressed to her thigh, now, she hopes it might save Ilsa’s life. Both women are beaten senseless by the time Ethan arrives, Ilsa’s leg is bleeding and Grace is almost delirious with pain. The blade slices exactly where Grace thought it might, stabbing into metal even as Ilsa fakes the man out. Ethan’s anger flashes as he chases after the man, slaughtering him the moment Benji tells him the Entity is dead. Ilsa’s eyes flicker open, the knife falls from shaking hands even as she pulls the now dented flask from her pocket, smiling a little before sliding it back into place and moving to check on Grace. Grace groans softly, letting out a cry of true pain when Ilsa scoops her into her arms, barely stifling a grunt as she forces her body to move. They reach the water taxi in just enough time for Ilsa to collapse, blacking out from blood loss. Grace wakes later to Ilsa, leg stitched, Blood bags slowly restoring the blood loss, cradling her closer. She hadn’t really expected an awakening like this when she crossed Ethan’s path, but now she knows she wouldn’t have it any other way. Ilsa’s smile curves up a little when Grace shifts in her arms, her voice soft. “We didn’t die Gracie….” “Mmm, no… we didn’t.” Grace chuckles softly, her voice soft. “Sorry I… kissed you.” “I’m not.” Ilsa murmurs. “Felt… nice, actually.” Grace smiles just slightly, then leans up a little to kiss Ilsa again, barely stifling a groan as her bruising moves with her. “Ow.” “Mmm, you get used to it…” Ilsa murmurs, kissing Grace again softly. “Helps to have someone to kiss it better.”

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with you i serve, with you i fall down

Summary: some things you just can't speak about... only 20 minutes to sleep, but you dream of some epiphany. just one single glimpse of relief.

Rating: T

Ships: Link/Zelda

Author’s note: awakening for @sapphic-september. cw for ptsd. and with this... the entire month is done! thank you so much for joining me on this journey. onwards we go!

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Hyrule was on the horizon, and she was coming home. The shift of the land had changed since her victory at the castle, restoring the king back to his throne. Zelda had become her closest ally - something that was difficult to wrap her head around. Her younger self would've never pictured herself as the warrior that she would turn into. When Link had admitted to her that she needed a moment to leave, the princess had been nothing but supportive. Eventually, she knew she had to come home. Every adventure, every scar, and she was returning a changed woman. She wasn't the same person, and she didn't know how Zelda would react to that. To her great surprise, she was waiting on the beach for her in a plain dress with no signs of regalia adorning her hair. The wind blew around her, and Link couldn't help but smile when she saw her.

The boat pulled into the pier and she took a moment to dock it, tying the ropes with the expertise she'd gain from her travels. Zelda didn't wait for her to get down from the docks. "How was your journey?"

It was such a simple question, and yet she didn't know where to begin. Did she begin with the Wind Fish and her journey through Kohlint to wake the beast or did she begin with her travels through Labrynna and Holodrum? Zelda had partially been there for it, but she still didn't know the full extent of it. Link could remember how the princess looked asleep on the altar where Twinrova had threatened to sacrifice her to bring back the Demon King. She didn't know how Zelda got back home. Either way, Link shrugged. "I understand myself better now," she said, glancing over at the princess. "We should head back to the castle."

"Right," Zelda said softly. She bowed her head - something she did only when she was hiding something from her. Link steeled herself, wondering if she would just have to expect a battle just around every corner. But then she looked up, a smile on her face with a twinkle in her eyes. It just hit Link that while she aged up, so did Zelda. She was no longer the young girl that was kidnapped by Ganon, and Link was no longer the scared child trying to save her uncle. "Did you ever find the Oracles? Are Din and Nayru with you?"

Link nodded, moving to the other side of the boat to knock on the door. The princess had distracted her from completing the task at hand. "Din, Nayru, we've arrived," she said. "Zelda is waiting for us to get to the castle."

The castle had been a distant memory for Link. Hyrule Castle towered over the entire region, and she'd thought that because she'd gotten taller, perhaps it wouldn't feel like it was going to swallow her. Instead, every crevice of the building still felt like it was overgrown and wild - like it hide secrets behind every wall. She had no interest in finding out what it was hiding. She wanted to maintain her sanity tonight. Zelda was safe, and yet it didn't feel like it. It felt like she was supposed to be ready to fight for her life at any given moment. The soldiers smiled at her, and she nearly reached for her sword - she still remembered them fighting her in hopes that she'd die. They didn't remember being Ganon's puppets, but she remembered.

Zelda didn't glance at the soldiers, and Link wondered if she remembered it too. She'd been a young girl imprisoned in her own castle, her own home. How had the princess just return to it like nothing had happened? She'd wanted to run far away from home, putting as much distance between herself and Hyrule, when her uncle had come back. Nothing about him had been wrong, per say, it was just the uncanny feeling of knowing she saw him bled out in the castle's sewers. How did someone consolidate that with the living, breathing man that was back in her home? She didn't know, and she didn't care. All she knew is she'd rather take her chances with the boat again.

Did Zelda have the same nightmares she did? She wondered when the last time the princess had slept, if the bags under her eyes were anything to go by. She had the same ones, admittedly. She couldn't judge. The Oracles had been given room and board in the castle, with an assurance that they'd be safe here. Link wasn't sure how Zelda could make that promise without flinching. After all, it had been within these walls that Link had fought for her life. Ganon had breached it before as the King's advisor. Link couldn't help but notice that there was no longer a royal advisor position. Zelda had mentioned the position had been abolished, and she wondered the long reaching impacts that could have. Insular royalty didn't seem to be that much better of an idea.

Where the princess was leading her, she wasn't sure. All she knew was that she wasn't going to take her eyes off the princess. The risk was too great. Would someone steal her away again? Link thought about Marin, and her long red hair as she stared at the princess's own strawberry blonde hair. The flashes of Marin versus Zelda, and it slowly sunk in that the Wind Fish had said the dream had been influenced by Link's own memories. The memory of the princess standing in front of him, and how she was a version of Zelda that she'd never seen before.

As she led Link up a spiral staircase, Link wondered if there was ever a chance to see the princess that was unburdened by life. She'd never had a normal life, and that wasn't entirely her fault, was it? She'd been born into this life. Ganon had gone after her for powers that she'd only just barely gained control of. The confession that she hadn't known she had any of those powers lingered at the back of Link's mind. Had she worked further on those powers? Link's hand was gripped tight on the sword at her hip, suddenly nervous by the lack of explanation that Zelda had given. Where were they going?

They reached a door, and Zelda led Link into a... bedroom? The room was spacious, with an oversized bed with a flowing canopy covering it. Shelves of books lined the walls, and it slowly sunk in that this was the princess's own room. She sat at a table that had a mirror in front of it, and somehow Link was reminded of the mirror that could take her into the Dark World. She irrationally wanted to tell her to step away from the mirror so she could break it. It was an odd feeling, and she swallowed it. "I don't trust the guards," Zelda admitted, as if she was casually suggesting what they should eat for dinner tonight. "I trust you, however. I want you to become my full time guard. I already suggested this to father, and he agreed it was a good idea to keep you around. We would pay for this service, of course, as well as provide you room and board here in the castle so you may stay close to me."

The request was so simple that it nearly knocked Link off her feet. The more she sat with this request, the more she understood why the princess would not trust the guards. Even though they were friendly now, they both had seen them ruthlessly attack Link with a desperation to have her killed. And she could understand why Zelda would consider Link the best chance at survival in a situation should the guards turn on her again. "Of course, ma'am," Link said, bowing to her. "I would be happy to serve my country again per your request, ma'am."

Zelda giggled at this. "Oh come on, Link, no need for formalities when it's just us," she said with a bright grin. Suddenly Link flashed back to Kohlint where she was standing in front of Marin - the smile was exactly the same. "You can call me Zelda if you'd prefer. And... don't worry about answering right away. You can think on this as long as you need. Instead of answering right away... come over here. Tell me what you saw in Labrynna and Holodrum. I want to know everything."

Zelda's eyes widened as she took in the story that Link told her, and over the course of the discussion, Zelda admitted that before Ganon had stolen her away, she'd never left the castle before. Twinrova's kidnapping of her had been the first and only time she'd been past the borders of the country. The idea of getting to leave and travel far away was a strange one to her, and she envied Link's freedom. A princess who was next in line for a throne couldn't just up and leave. All of the stories passed down had a strict definition of what Zelda was supposed to be, down to her name. She almost felt guilty about asking Link to stay with her - almost. She was her hero, and for that reason, the princess felt like she had at least the right to ask her to stay. Every second that passed, her hero grew bolder by getting ever so closer to her.

When Link had taken off to Labrynna and Holdrum in search of the Oracles per her request, she'd been little more than a girl - just like her, really. And yet she'd returned covered in fresh new scars, with a new sort of ruggedness to her. Like her, she'd aged into a full fledged woman that had so much more knowledge of the world around them. She was a warrior, and Zelda would entrust her life in her hands twice over if she had to. No one was more capable than he, and she reached out to take her hand in hers. She could feel every callous in the palm of her hand, every raised scar, and it took so much courage to look into her eyes. Big blue eyes were already staring at her, and there was a similar trust for her in them yet... there was something else in them.

Both of them had walked through hell and back to be sitting in her bedroom in a peaceful Hyrule. Here she sat, wondering if she had any right to claim this warrior for herself. Surely after everything she'd been through... she had least earned the right to choose if she should leave behind this life entirely. When she had sent Link away, she had anticipated that Link would leave soon after delivering the Oracles. She still suspected that she might. Every single moment that passed, she anticipated that her swordswoman would decide her duty was done and leave. Instead, her other rough, battle scarred hand gently cupped her cheek, and Zelda leaned into the touch. How many lives had they lived? If the stories were to be believed, this was inevitable. Did that mean they lacked any free will in this moment? She didn't know the answer, and she didn't want to know the answer. If this was just fate, then at least it owed her this kindness after everything she'd been through.

Then again... was anyone owed anything? Her thoughts were at war as Link demonstrated her courage by making the first move - her lips were captured in a sure kiss that said everything that could've been said. With it, Zelda knew that she wasn't going anywhere. With safety promised and a bright future for Hyrule ahead of them, she allowed herself to sink into this moment. She could picture their future in her head, and she smiled into the kiss. She was eager to lay her claim where it belong - her swordswoman, forevermore.

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Promised Love - Anne Beauchamp Neville/Elizabeth Woodville

A/N: Day 29 for @sapphic-september a bonus fic.

The prophecy, the visions, had told her of brunette hair and feminine comfort in her bed, even as it promised a husband the king. Now, as she stands by Edward’s side and meets Anne Neville’s eyes, she feels the faintest tug of interest. They are alone only moments, her hand strokes against Anne’s before she withdraws. She will wait, she thinks, she will wait. Later she will curse herself for it. Anne comes to her weeks into her rule, trembling, sobbing almost with the pain coursing through her and Elizabeth’s eyes flicker over her, then find it, the livid fingerprints at Anne’s wrist say it all, the woman’s weakened sobs echo and Elizabeth is quick to snatch up a knife when the man, Warwick, enters her bedroom, moving between Anne and the man. Later, alone with Anne, sweet Anne, fearful Anne whose eyes flicker with unshed tears, she moves to stroke the woman’s cheek, letting her lips cover Anne’s. They will not be alone, she must do her duty for the King, but she will, at last, have her prophecied love. Later still, Edward gone, Anne exiled into sanctuary, Elizabeth joins her, curls into her arms and cries bitterly. She is free at last but at what cost? Anne’s touch skims her cheek, cups her cheek and draws her into sweet, lingering, kisses. She is safe. Loved even now.

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The Mothers Of The King - Elizabeth Woodville/Margaret Beaufort

A/N: Day 29 for @sapphic-september a bonus fic.

“Your son will be king…” Something Margaret believed was a ruling from god and Elizabeth believed was a promise from some greater sense of truth. They were not, of course, allowed to believe it, but when Edward dies and Elizabeth is pushed to find a new support she finds herself considering her options. The answer comes when her son is not breathing, her desperate sobbing plea for help is rewarded with a living son, Margaret’s sure treatment as she smooths away the problem clogging the child’s breath proving fruitful. “Thank you…” The word is a sob that tears at her heart even as she kneels beside her Queen, gently cleaning the babe even as Elizabeth holds him, her voice low and soft, a whisper that is inaudible to anyone but them. “There now, little king, you breathe.” Silence falls, Elizabeth sending the women from the room with a familiar gesture, a hand grasping her wrist to keep her from rising to leave. Once they are alone, she speaks. “There is a…. a prophecy…” “Your son will be king.” Margaret speaks at the same time, watching the flicker in Elizabeth’s eyes. “You… it was you…” Elizabeth breaths the words, then surges forward in a flowing motion that brings their lips together, the kiss soft, pleading and passionate, Margaret drawn to kiss back, letting herself lean into the Queen as they kiss, her sigh soft as she pulls back. “Tell me what you saw…” “My son, this… this son… on a throne, following your Henry… our son. I saw… I saw brunette hair… a wife….” “God wishes us together…. He must. He gave us back our son…” Margaret’s voice is slow, understanding dawning before a small smile comes to her lips. “So marry me?” Elizabeth asks softly and Margaret smiles, nodding even as she lets out a breath. “Yes…” Years later, arm in arm, they watch their son crowned, happily married and Margaret lets her fingers entangle with Elizabeth’s, her lips pressed to her knuckles. The prophecy is fulfilled.

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Prophecy Perils - Lady Jessica/Liet Kynes

A/N: Day 29 for @sapphic-september

Jessica is quiet when she loses her child, turning to bury her face in Liet’s neck, muffling the raw scream of pain as she understands. Alia is not hers now, not since the spice agony, not since her daughter learnt too much too young. Alia leaves and Paul follows. The Prophecy had said the mother must die, but Jessica had died a thousand different ways since she left the Atreides home. Alia and Paul, they will be a threat. Liet understands enough to place the runs on Jessica’s face, tilting her chin up gently as she works, tucking copper-gold hair from the woman’s face. Later she will plait the woman’s hair, wrapping it neatly into a halo she can pin into place, dressing the woman gently, letting out a soft hiss as she stabs her finger with a knife, moving to smear her blood against Jessica’s lips, a sign she is hers. Jessica, understanding, sucks her finger into her mouth, then kisses her, her grip tight at Liet pulls her close. The prophecy had said the Reverend Mother might be loved, it would be love that kept her alive. Liet gives love freely, pulling Jessica flush to her and smiling at the woman’s soft moans, her lips soft at Jessica’s ear. “Prophecy fulfilled, my love.”

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AN: Sorry for the wait and that I won't manage all of them, turns out I got sidetracked by other projects and a bit burned out.

┊ ┊ ┊ ⋆★ Prompt: Clairvoyance | Varda x Uinen ┊ ┊ ★⋆ Synopsis: Two Ainir* confront evil within others. ┊ ◦★ Warnings: / ★⋆ Drabble

Varda was among the first of their kind to perceive evil and reject it. 

With keen eyes and ancient wisdom, she was ever swift to sense it in the hearts of others, growing and festering, and her judgement was harsh but true. 

Uinen was among those of their kind to find it within another, though she denied it at first. 

With patience and compassion, she sought to fix it, but in the end found herself alone. 

"You must think me a fool," she whispered, cradled in her queen's arms. 

"Never," Varda responded, "none of this has ever been your fault."

*Aini (plural: Ainir): Female Ainu

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