#floreleine fanfic

[floreleine]

Madeleine got captured by enemies, and Florence comes to the rescue... Afterwards, Madeleine is too keyed up to rest, and she needs Florence once more.

1.5k, Rated E, canon-typical violence

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[lilolilyr]

Summary: Madeleine used to be a model, Florence an up and coming photographer. Their paths have crossed here and their in photo studios and during fashion weeks, and each caught the other's eye...

Decades later, Madeleine is an antiques collector, back in London for one last modelling gig. When she arrives, she is more than pleasantly surprised to see that Florence is once again behind the camera!

2k words, rated G, no warnings

Moodboard by @janansammy87 - thank you for making this and getting me back into this fandom! It was challenging to try and find their voices again, but also so so much fun. <3

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🔫 MariaPurt - Nine Lives (Gunpowder Milkshake AU fanvid) (youtube) https://youtu.be/5cB3OGB0pms

😊 hereforamediocretimenotalongtime - Did you just flirt with me? (tumblr) https://hereforamediocretimenotalongtime.tumblr.com/post/674555521152450560/this-is-canon

💔 The Tales of a Grim Heart - Madeleine x Florence Strange and Beautiful (youtube) https://youtu.be/-k0kSA-mNnA

🎤 thesevenwondersofawitch - sucker punch/DSC crossover (tumblr) https://thesevenwondersofawitch.tumblr.com/post/668073832465170432

👏 hereforamediocretimenotalongtime - Floreleine edit to Di Na Muli (tumblr) https://hereforamediocretimenotalongtime.tumblr.com/post/675533058412347392/lol-i-made-another-floreleine-edit-the

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😉The Look of Love - ba_lailah (~300words) https://archiveofourown.org/works/32713432

😘and we build our home from the rubble of our past - Cloud_Lightning (~800 words) https://archiveofourown.org/works/32596660

🥰It Ain't Gonna Last - kataangfanficer (1k words) https://archiveofourown.org/works/33613921

🤩Good Luck Kisses, Promise Kisses - lilolilyrae (1k words) https://archiveofourown.org/works/33161611

🥳The Room Is Spinning - lilolilyrae (1k words) https://archiveofourown.org/works/38392324

😋Immortals and Librarians - moonflowery (2k words) https://archiveofourown.org/works/36193825

😇Under the Baja Sun - nomisunrider (2k words) https://archiveofourown.org/works/32758297

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🫐Thicker Than Water - lilolilyrae (22k+ words) https://archiveofourown.org/series/2446891

🦑Vampire Madeleine and Co - thefallenmutineer (40k+ words) https://archiveofourown.org/series/2451058

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[elizabeth-mitchells]

Immortals and Librarians - Andy/Quynh + Madeline/Florence

This is my story for @lilolilyr for Andromaquynh Secret Santa 2021!

I really hope you like it lilo! 💕💕💕

and big thanks to @andramaquynhs and @ongreenergrasses for organizing this event!!

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Old Guard (Movie 2020), Gunpowder Milkshake (2021) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Andy | Andromache of Scythia/Quynh | Noriko, Florence/Madeleine (Gunpowder Milkshake) Characters: Andy | Andromache of Scythia, Quynh | Noriko, Madeleine (Gunpowder Milkshake), Florence (Gunpowder Milkshake) Additional Tags: Crossover, Alternate Universe, Post-Canon, i guess?, First Meetings, Friendship, Fluff, Fluff and Humor, Librarians, just fluff, and madeline might be a vampire?? as a treat, AndromaquynhSecretSanta Summary:

During a visit to Berlin, Andy decides to introduce Quynh to a couple of old friends at a very special library.

or, Andy and Quynh meet Madeline and Florence and it's cute.

“So, Berlin,” Quynh said, pushing her hands deep into the pockets of her red coat.

“What do you think so far?” Andy asked her.

Quynh smiled. Mostly because the December cold had turned Andy’s cheeks and the tip of her nose a sweet rosy color that Quynh was trying her hardest not to tease her about. “It’s great, Andromache,” she replied as the two of them continued to walk down the street, “but, if I remember correctly, you promised me a new gun. Unless…”

“No,” Andy told her with a pointed tone that hid a hint of amusement that probably only Quynh could hear, “you can’t carry a bow and arrow with you everywhere anymore.”

“Boring,” Quynh rolled her eyes and smirked. Andy moved closer to her, and her hand found Quynh’s elbow, she tugged on her arm a little to get Quynh’s hand out of her pocket and then she interlocked their hands. Andy raised their joined hands to her lips to kiss the back of Quynh’s hand, as if apologizing for, even if playfully, denying something to her. After a moment, Quynh added, “Also, I’m hungry.”

“You’re always hungry,” it was Andy’s turn to playfully roll her eyes.

Quynh gasped and lightly shoved Andy, even if she kept their hands intertwined. “Oh, I’m sorry, my heart. I was just starving for five hundred years,” Quynh replied, and the two of them shared a laugh.

It took some time, less than Andy would’ve expected, but they were able to joke sometimes about the time they had spent apart. It was one of Quynh’s ways of coping, Andy understood. 

Without adding anything, Andy simply leaned in to place a kiss on Quynh’s temple. The gesture, so familiar, something she would miss after a single day without, let alone five centuries, completely warmed Quynh’s body and made her heart dance. Quynh turned to look at her with a heartfelt smile on her lips. They looked deeply into each other’s eyes, a couple thousand years of love passing between them in just one look.

“I hope your friends will have food,” Quynh said suddenly.

Her words made Andy chuckle. The taller woman was quiet for a while, Quynh was starting to think she wouldn’t get an answer, and then out of nowhere Andy asked her, “Do you like books?”

--

Upon entering the library, Quynh was pleasantly surprised by the place. The fact that it was empty didn’t surprise her too much considering it was late in the day. What she wasn’t pleased by was the fact that the woman sitting behind the front desk completely ignored their presence until she finished a page of the book in her hands.

“Hello,” Quynh impatiently said.

“Good evening,” the librarian finally greeted them. She had a kind smile, glasses, hair tied up neatly, and deep brown eyes that immediately caught Quynh’s attention. She was more used to seeing that kind of depth and secrets in the mirror and the eyes of her family, not in simple, mortal, people. A librarian, of all people.

In the meantime, Andy took the lead. “Hello Madeline,” she said with her reserved but genuine smile. It let Quynh know that Andy was serious when she said the women in this place were good friends of hers. “This is Quynh.”

“Oh!” Madeline gasped and her smile grew. “Quynh! Andy speaks so much of you. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.”

That genuine display of excitement made Quynh smile. The thought of Andy walking the entire world, year after year, making friends and enemies alike, and telling all of them about Quynh, it was heartwarming, to say the least. However, “You look familiar,” Quynh mumbled tilting her head slightly to the side, confused by the fact that the great-grandchildren of everyone she used to know were long dead.

Madeline’s eyes sparkled with amusement and she said, “How can I help you tonight ladies?”

“We need some books,” Andy replied.

“I thought you said guns,” Quynh smirked at her. 

The three women exchanged a laugh. Then Andy pulled a small book from the pocket of her coat. She placed it on top of the desk and slid it forward toward the librarian. Madeline delicately opened it up and with a small pleased gasp she pulled out the dagger hiding in the cut out space inside the book. She held up the dagger and studied it carefully, shifting the glasses on her face with her other hand. Before she could say something about it, someone else spoke up.

“Well that looks ancient,” a new librarian said as she approached them from behind Madeline, “From which museum did you steal it from, Andy?”

While Andy and Quynh exchanged a conspiratorial look, Madeline turned around with a bright smile. “Honey, I’d like to introduce you to some old friends,” she said.

“How old?” Florence teased her while she shook hands with Andy and Quynh.

“Oh, we’re much younger than we look like, actually,” Quynh winked.

Madeline put the dagger back in the book and clapped her hands excitedly. “Why don’t you two come in?” she asked the visitors, “It’s freezing out there! Would you like to have dinner?”

“I am starving, thank you so much,” Quynh smiled gratefully and happily followed Madeline through a secret door on the wall behind the desk. Andy and Florence exchange a smile and both of them shook their heads fondly at the women they loved.

--

After a delicious dinner and lively conversation, Madeline offered Quynh a tour of the library. Meanwhile, Florence refilled Andy’s glass. Early on in their friendship, they had bonded over many things they had in common, including their distaste for meaningless small talk. For this reason, Andy didn’t even flinch when Florence went to the point and asked her, “So, the two of you…”

“She’s my wife,” Andy replied, “for lack of a better word.” She was thinking of several deeply intimate and emotional ceremonies the two of them had exchanged over the years, most of which would be far from being considered a legal form of marriage by any modern law. Not that she cared about that. Quynh was everything to her. If “wife” was the best that modern English could offer, then so be it. She didn’t mind being one out of the two only living people that remembered all the other names for something beyond lover and partner. 

“I understand,” Florence nodded solemnly with a smile on her lips and a bit of a distant look on her eyes.

Andy studied her a moment then looked away. She felt suddenly overcome with emotion, thinking about the infinite power of true love, how universal it was, how impossible to measure, a second, a couple of decades, or thousands of years, and the feeling of loving another person could be exactly the same in perfect instants.

Just at that moment, Quynh and Madeline returned. “My heart! Look what we found!” Quynh exclaimed, striking a pose to show off the impressive bow and arrows that she was carrying.

There were fond chuckles and incredulous looks shared all around. From a particular look from Florence, Madeline was prompted to explain with the wave of a hand, “Oh, it’s from the geography section, with the big maps, you know.”

“Of course,” Florence replied. She could do nothing but smile and gladly accept Madeline coming over to gracefully sit on her lap.

Andy looked back at her friend with a fond smile and walked away, choosing to give them a little bit of space and looking forward to a moment of privacy with Quynh herself.

--

Quynh agreed to put down her new bow and arrows for a moment so the two of them could lazily stroll the empty library together. Andy’s arm over her shoulders, Quynh’s arm around her waist.

“This is nice,” Quynh said with a quiet voice after a while.

“Libraries?”

“Well… I mean, yes,” Quynh replied, “There’s something about people still being interested in people we were friends with, or might have killed, so long ago. They’re still coming up with new stories, and they still want to learn about so many things we feared would be dead forever… you should write a book.”

That last suggestion made Andy laugh. She would never get tired of listening to Quynh talk, her deepest thoughts and her most outlandish ideas all the same. “No fucking way,” Andy decided, “They would put me in the fantasy section.”

“That’s because you’re too good to be true, my love,” Quynh easily replied. She was happy Andy laughed again, and held her just a little tighter, but then she brought them to a stop among the books. “But I was talking about what they have. A place that’s just theirs. Safe, reliable, comfortable.”

“Would you like to have that?” Andy asked, and placed a hand gently on Quynh’s jaw. “It’s been a while, we could do it again, it’s always pleasant. We could stay here for a while. They offered, you know?”

Quynh smiled and tilted her head as she contemplated the offer. Throughout their endless lives, they had been mostly free to come and go as they pleased around the world, happy as long as they were together, enjoying greater freedom in some times more than others. They might go back to work, they might take indefinite time off. The options were endless, regardless of the century. For Quynh, there was only one constant that mattered.

“I’ll think about it,” she said, “you know you’re my only home.”

Instead of replying, Andy wrapped both arms around Quynh, enveloping her in a tight hug. “You’re my world,” she whispered against Quynh’s hair, but not even that felt like enough. She pulled back just enough so she could whisper all the secret words she kept on a pedestal in her heart and her memory for Quynh, the oldest and purest declarations of love they had. Eventually, Quynh pulled back just enough so she could kiss Andy and return silently but in equal passion the fervor of those words.

--

Mostly, Andy and Quynh hated goodbyes. They always left a bitter taste in the mouths of two women that knew for a fact they would outlive every friend they ever said goodbye to. However, there were exceptions, people they were determined to meet again sooner rather than later. That’s why they were genuinely smiling when they said goodbye to the couple of librarians.

“It was so nice to see you again,” Andy said as she tightly hugged Madeline, who was drawing what Andy guessed to be a sword on her back with the tip of her finger. “Please tell Anna May and Scarlet that I miss them.”

“It was a pleasure to meet both of you,” Quynh said, exchanging hugs with both women.

“Come back soon, alright?” Florence told them. “And take care of yourselves.”

“We will,” Quynh winked.

“Call me if you ever need anything, okay?” Andy added, quite seriously, knowing full well the risk in their line of work.

Florence and Madeline exchanged a look and nodded, but it was Quynh who spoke up next. “Actually, call me. She never picks up her phone.”

With one last round of laughter, hugs, and smiles, the two couples said goodbye. Florence and Madeline went back indoors, to the safety and the thrill of their home and their mildly secret jobs. Andy and Quynh walked away hand in hand, facing a world of new opportunities and adventures that would live gladly as long as they were together, until the end.

[i-lovefandom]

Imagine your OTP

Lying in bed, foreheads pressed together, just gazing into each other’s eyes. Everything is silent.

Then Person A suddenly sneezes and scares Person B so much that they fall out of bed.

[thesevenwondersofawitch]

Way before the events of Gunpowder Milkshake, Madeleine is hired to kill the leader of a drug ring, but in order to do so, she has to infiltrate the ring and find it's leader. Seems simple enough.

Until she learns that someone else was hired to kill her after the job was completed.

It doesn't take long to realize that if she kills the leader, she'll never be able to find out the truth of who wants her dead.

Left with questions and no answers, Madeleine goes deep under cover and ends up tricking the leader of the drug ring into thinking she loves him.

When she crosses paths with another woman she's run into on other jobs and has had the occasional drink with, she knows the woman sees right through her cover judging by the playful smirk as she stares at Madeleine from her seat before she leaves with someone.

Madeleine's pleasantly though- not entirely surprised when she finds the woman waiting for her in her room when she enters an hour or so later.

Apparently she has taken it upon herself to help Madeleine unearth the plot against her, and Madeleine can't say she's not pleased to spend more time with the woman, even if it ends with both of them covered in other people's blood.

[lilolilyr]

Gunpowder Milkshake killercule (A/S/F/M) for @flufftober 2023 day 18

500 words, rated T, no warnings

Summary: Snuggled safely against Anna May's side with Florence and Scarlet at the diner, Madeleine reflects on their lives and how it all came together.

Read on Ao3

[lilolilyr]

Taking Ava x Deborah fic prompts!

(also for my other ships as always, but the muse really seems to be partial to VanceDaniels atm so everything else might be slower)

You can just send me your own prompt, or if you like pick something from one of the prompt lists I've reblogged, just be sure to mention which list it's from or just send me the entire copied prompt instead of just the number, that's easiest for me :) also pls make sure to mention the ship in your ask!

No guarantees for if&when I'll write something for any prompt, I'm not a machine and the muse has to strike right and all, but I'm trying to pull myself out of writer's block and VanceDaniels seems to be the way for my brain to go Yes right now so chances are good :D and if you want to improve your chances above other prompts in my inbox, make sure to reblog some of my other Hacks posts or other things I made and/or comment on my fics (Ao3: lilolilyrae) and send your prompt ask off anon so I know it's you!

I also take prompts for moodboards and manips, less likely to fulfill any visual prompts as quickly as fic prompts though.

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[lilolilyr]

RULES: Post the last sentence you wrote (fanfic / original / anything) and tag as many people as there are words in the sentence.

I was Tagged by @die-schwanenkoenigin... Two months ago? Thanks! And feel tagged again right back, I'm sure you have a new wip by now :D

You tagged me with smut, I have a smutty wip too, though the last sentence I wrote isn't very explicit:

Only when she has almost reached her goal and turns it flat for Madeleine to feel the length of it against her skin does she realize what it is, and she sucks in a shocked breath, recognizing the wood and leather of Florence's favourite dagger.

It's from the idea I had about Floreleine being turned on from combat stuff and incorporating things that happened in battle into their bedroom activities :} I think I talked about it over in the kink channel of the @gunpowder-milfshake-discord

...and I am not gonna tag that many people. Mayhaps that's a sign that I should cut that sentence in half somewhere xD anyway I like to tag ppl in the fandom the wip is from and I don't think I even know half as many GM fic writers o.o but maybe some artists also want to share a wip?

@blossom--of--snow @danisnotmyname @verbumproxen @kaorimaxwell-blog @team-turtleneck @cxsmic30 @sourb0i x @hereforamediocretimenotalongtime @thesevenwondersofawitch @lavoixhumaine

[lilolilyr]

Tag game: tag 9 people you’d like to get to know better.

Tagged by @onaperduamedee, thank you! <3

Last song: Salt'n'Pepa - Whatta Man is on the radio right now :) last song I actively sought out was the King Princess version of Dirty Work (from the Hacks S3 soundtrack)

Currently watching: Hacks HBO, Star Trek DS9, Elementary, Leverage, Wilsberg

Three ships: Avorah (Hacks HBO) is totally taking over my life right now, as for the other two slots hmmm I'm gonna have to go with Bering and Wells (W13) because that's just always up there, but for number three I absolutely can't decide, it's a tie between Berena, Milippa, Andromaquynh, Floreleine, LeverageOT3,...

Favorite color: green at the moment

Currently consuming: rooibos tea and a toasted waffle :) a nice afternoon snack while looking out at the rain

Relationship status: single

First ship: oh gee, idk what to count as my actual first ship, I know the first ever fic I read was for Bering and Wells, the first fandom I was active-ish in was probably MCU ClintCoulson and Stucky tho, and my first fanfic was for Kiliel from the Hobbit... and way before any of that, before I knew such a thing as fandom even existed, I already shipped stuff on TV and in books

Last movie: uhhh I started watching some comedy atrocity yesterday that I couldn't finish bc the chef character had such a painfully fake squeaky voice, I think the last one I actually watched completely was Ammonite some weeks ago

Currently working on:

Tagging some new mutuals, discord people and some old fandom friends I haven't heard from in a while, @aleksandrachaev @alessandramortt @queenmybeloved @ongreenergrasses @thearchdemongreatlydisapproves @knoepfchen @existentialvoidofexistence @lift-heavy-be-gay @hacksarmchairquarterback1 , also feel tagged in this piccrew maker I just did earlier :)

Blank for easy copy pasting: Last song: Currently watching: Three ships: Favorite color: Currently consuming: Relationship status: First ship: Last movie: Currently working on:

[floreleine]

Not quite a fic yet but idk whether I'll ever write it properly, so for @gunpowder-milfshake-discord GM 1 year anniversary, have at least the summary of it :D

<1k, M

SPOILERS FOR MY ALREADY POSTED THICKER THAN WATER VAMPIRE!MADELEINE SERIES!

- Vampire!Madeleine and newly-turned Vampire Florence are like super sad that madeleine can't drink her blood anymore because that used to be like Peak Romance Peak Foreplay for them both 

- they don't think drinking a vampire's blood will technically /hurt another vampire tho, even though it won't sustain them like human blood... So during sex they're starting a For Old Times Sake roleplay thing and Madeleine bites Florence, and then in the heat of the moment Florence also bites Madeleine, it's vry messy dirty smut

- they feel a bit woozy but think it's just from both having ~come~ out of their minds

- go to the living room to join Anna May and Scarlett for dinner

- "how the Fuck did you two get so wasted I thought vampires couldn't get drunk"

- "whatever do you mean? Only drink I has was her" *points finger* *stumble into the room, giggling and making eyes at each other, Florence burps, Madeleine almost falls on her face*

- Scarlet and Anna *facepalm* *oh no* *we have drunk vampire girlfriends on our hands who are each other's infinite drug supply how are we supposed to deal with this*

- Florence and Madeleine are going to have Fun with this (once they've sobered up and realized what's even going on at least xD they'll experiment with it a bit to see how much they can drink to get just a little tipsy instead of risking blackout drunkenness, and then they'll have great tipsy sex, a completely new experience for Madeleine)

Cross-posted to my 'abandoned drafts' pile on Ao3 bc I really don't know whether I'll ever get around to finish it... But who knows, maybe if some ppl ask me to I'll find the motivation again!

[floreleine]

Moodboard to my Floreleine fic A Number Of Firsts

(3k, E, canon-typical violence)

Image sources: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9

Fic written for a prompt by @janansammy87

My GM tag list - lmk if you want on/off it:

@verbumproxen @my-gaydar-is-on-point @geek-goth-gay @forestcircle @scissoringsappho @badwolfkaily @queencalanthes @nightwhite13 @sapphic-stress @change-the-rules @sarah-fiers @songbookff @phoenixhalliwell @noelevangilinecarson

[floreleine]

Floreleine getting caught! I just had this vision of them being caught in the halls of the Library by Anna May, who they thought didn't know about them. I leave the caught doing what up to your creative muse he he.

I'm procrastinating the longfics I'm trying to write and thought I could have a look at my inbox again! Thanks for the prompt :)

This is a standalone, but I think it can be read as a follow up to this fic, coincidentally also prompted by you! :D hope you'll like it!

~1k words, rated M, established Floreleine pre-canon

~~~

Madeleine washes her hands, hides her ruined panties in her pocket and carefully readjusts her skirt as she steps out of the bathroom.

She shouldn't be sneaking off to touch herself in the middle of the work day, but goodness, she had to watch Florence be all incredibly sexy while assembling guns, sharpening knives and polishing gold bars, without being able to do anything about her building arousal, and it has been driving her crazy!

Looking left and right, she quickly sneaks back into the front of the library, hoping that Anna May hasn't noticed her longer absence - she really doesn't need her asking any questions. She and Florence are trying to keep their relationship hidden from their leader, as Florence is quite certain Anna May wouldn't approve of their being together, and Madeleine trusts her judgement.

Taking the next stack of returned books she is working on, Madeleine checks them each for damages, inside and out (and whether they still hold what they should hold in the first place), before carrying the complete ones over to Florence, giving her a tight smile and trying not to watch the way Florence's hands work on the rifle she is currently handling.

Oh, how Madeleine would like to be the one under these fingertips right now...

Florence puts down the weapon and hands Madeleine a few of the finished books to shelve. Neither of them speaks, but their fingers brush, and heat shoots through Madeleine's body.

They repeat the process a few times, and Madeleine's hands are so sweaty, she has to brush them on her skirt so as not to stain the books, or have any metal objects slip from her hands.

When Madeleine is shelving a few books in the foreign section, humming to herself as she imagines Florence there with her, working side by side as well as they were fighting side by side the day they met... She is almost done with her work now, and hopefully Florence will finish early as well, so they can have a little date night at a restaurant Anna May doesn't frequent, or just disappear to one of their rooms to make love all evening until they are exhausted and have to sneak out to the kitchen for a midnight snack...

So lost in her thoughts and the by now familiar motions of stepping up ladders and pushing books into their assigned spaces, Madeleine doesn't notice that she is no longer alone until an arm sneaks around her waist just when she steps down from a ladder again.

"Ah! - Oh, Florence, love, you scared me!"

"You should learn to be more vigilant," Florence murmurs before pecking Madeleine on the lips. "That's an important skill in our line of work, darling."

Giggling, Madeleine lets Florence crowd her against a shelf, happy to find a moment alone together. "I know, I know. But I was distracted, thinking about you..."

"Yeah?" Florence's lips are on her ear, and then her tongue touches the shell of her ear before she withdraws enough to look Madeleine in the eyes. "Good thoughts?" Her right hand slides down Madeleine's body, touching her through her skirt.

"Florence!" Madeleine gasps in shock. "We can't - what if -"

"Anna's gone to meet with a possible new client in the diner, she won't be back for a while, I'm sure," Florence murmurs, her hand not moving away. "and I had to look at you walking by in that tight thing all day..."

"I had to look at your hands," Madeleine whimpers. "That's worse!"

Florence laughs, and then she moves her hand away from Madeleine's core, making her whimper again at the loss of contact. "So you agree, then, that we definitely deserve a bit of a break?"

Madeleine nods shakily. "If you're sure that it's fine?"

Florence nods. "Now where the hell is the zipper on this thing?"

Giggling, Madeleine pushes the elastic down her thighs, then moans when Florence's fingers immediately meet her bare mound.

"Oh, please!"

~

A not insignificant time later, they are both sweaty and sated, breathing heavily as they are trying to put their clothes back into order.

"Finally! I was thinking I'd have to get the garden hose," a voice comes from the corner of the shelf, and Madeleine and Florence jump apart as if burned as Anna May steps into view.

"I swear, I came by three times already! Florence, I need one of the old guns for our new client, is one finished yet?"

With slightly shaking hands, Florence pulls one out of the pile that Madeleine had been shelving. "Here."

Madeleine twists her hands behind her body, looking at Anna May worriedly.

Anna May catches her look and raises an eyebrow, looking from her to Florence and back.

"What, did you think you were so slick that I wouldn't notice that you're fucking? Or that I'd tell you to stop? No, I get it, you're constantly around each other and no-one else, why not spend the time that way... Hell, do you really think I care what you're doing, as long as you still get the job done? You could be fucking 24/7 for all I care, as long as these books still get done and you get it out of your systems! Just don't get attached or emotional about it, that way lies trouble."

With that, she puts the book under her arm and disappears again.

Florence and Madeleine look at each other.

Madeleine knows that they must have both had the same thought: guess they still have something to hide from Anna May, after all...

"You're not so vigilant either, apparently," Madeleine finally tries to lighten the mood, "if Anna May already walked past three times..."

"Oh, she just said that," Florence grumbles, opening a button on her blouse that had been in the wrong buttonhole. Madeleine watches hungrily as the movement exposes her flushed skin. "And besides, I had a very good reason to be distracted, don't you think?"

"For sure!" Madeleine giggles, then turns hesitant. "...do you want to go to the small French restaurant we meant to visit, once we're done with the books?"

Florence smiles. "Date night? Sure."

"So... We're good? About what Anna May said..."

"Anna can't dictate our lives. We're good."

"I'm glad."

Florence leans in to press a kiss to Madeleine's lips, skillfully erasing the last of her doubts and fears.

"We better get back to work," she murmurs against her lips, "if we want to make it to dinner on time..."

"Good idea," Florence pulls back and winks. "I can't wait for tonight."

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Might turn this into something rated E for Ao3 at some point, we'll see!

Also, am I wrong or do these fics also work as the backstory to the also pre-canon works with baby/kid Sam I have on Ao3?

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Still taking prompts! If you reblog my stuff and ask off anon you're more likely to get a quick reply, tho it still depends on me liking the prompt idea of course :)

[floreleine]

A Number Of Firsts

Clean version (2k T - kissing, some violence) below the cut; E-rated version (3k, explicit sex, graphic violence) on Ao3 linked here

Warnings in the tags!

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Florence is shooting her way through the men who had tried to hold her captive.

It’s a mess, there are so many of them – she knows there are even more than she can see right now.

The leaders at the other end of the hall are hiding behind a container, waiting for her to run out of bullets, but Florence knows she only needs to get to the workstation in the middle of the hall – there’s a thick iron chain hanging down from the rafters, probably meant as a crude pulley, but it doesn’t seem to be bolted to anything, so…

She has almost reached it (and indeed almost run out of bullets) when suddenly, the noise of the fight is coming from the other side of the hall, from behind the container.

What is going on?

Florence jumps over a table, grabs the metal chain and grins manically when it comes down.

She is going to go and find out.

There is a woman on the other side of the container, and while Florence has no idea who she is or what side of the law she is on, for the moment they definitely have a common enemy:

She has knives and daggers and fights against the men around her, ducking and using their bodies as shields when some of them pull guns, desperately screaming and snarling – she really is desperate, Florence notices: no matter how much she is still fighting, this woman doesn’t expect to make it out alive.

She could use her as a distraction to make a run for the door.

She has no idea who the stranger is – might be a cop, might be someone from the Firm, might be a number of people Florence wouldn’t consider worth saving if she has to risk her own neck in the process.

But right now, it’s just a beautiful woman fighting as alone as Florence just had against a number of men too great for her to take on, men Florence knows for a fact don’t deserve to be saved – and Florence makes her decision without even really thinking about it, swinging the chain and choking a man, who’s in the process of taking a gun from the ground.

The other woman looks up, stares – then has to return to the fight immediately because someone comes at her with a knife.

Florence makes her way through the room until she is in the middle of it together with the stranger – they end up almost back-to-back, and oh they fight well together, almost as good as Florence does with Anna May – perhaps they could get even better, over time, since Anna May is so focused on Scarlet nowadays.

They keep fighting together, back-to-back then side by side, and they take down every single one of their attackers before stumbling outside.

Florence knows that she is bleeding from a wound in her side, as is the stranger from a number of cuts and scrapes, but none seem too dangerous at the moment, and as soon as they are far enough away from the Warehouse, instead of checking their wounds or doing anything else sensible, Florence is acting entirely on instinct and leftover adrenaline as she turns towarda the woman and gives her about a second to pull away before she kisses her fiercely.

The stranger doesn't pull away, and they kiss until they run out of air, and then barely pull apart at all.

“Damn, you are something,” Florence gasps, still standing pressed against the other, leaning her forehead against her shoulder to breathe.

She can see and feel the woman blush at her words, her entire neck and probably her face turning hot and red. “Thank you?” she replies. “I – my name is Madeleine.”

Florence pulls back a little to look at her again. "That was a good fight, Madeleine," she grins. "Where are you going now?"

"Oh, I - nowhere, really," Madeleine replies, seeming a little caught off guard. Florence tilts her head, then smiles.

"Will you come home with me, then? If anything, our wounds need cleaning."

Madeleine nods in agreement, and they get moving.

They make it to the library in no time, and Madeleine looks around in awe while Florence drags her through the huge entrance hall and into a living room that is still part of the library but mostly just used as a break room for the librarians.

Once they are in there – away from the high ceilings and the many books – Madeleine's focus snaps back to her, and she blushes when she realizes they are still holding hands.

There's a couch in the middle of the room, and Florence pushes Madeleine's towards it.

There is a small, bleeding cut from a knife on Madeleine's beautiful neck, and now that the adrenaline is wearing off for Florence, she is a little concerned about it, wants to get her patched up as quickly as possible. She moves to get to the first aid kit, but before she can turn around, Madeleine catches her hand again.

"Wait! I - what's your name?"

Her name... it would be clever to tell her a lie, but for some reason Florence doesn't linger on the thought of telling Madeleine an alias.

"Florence," she replies. "It's Florence."

Madeleine repays her with a beaming smile, as if she understands the significance of Florence telling her the truth. Then she looks down and gasps.

"You're bleeding!"

Florence blinks a little confused. "So are you."

"I know, but you're bleeding like a stuck pig!" she indicates Florence's ribcage, and Florence winces when she pulls up her shirt and can't help but agree – the gash in her side is longer and deeper than she had thought and bleeding quite freely over herself her clothes. Madeleine gets up and reverses their positions with surprising strength, and while Florence realizes that she is more badly injured than Madeleine, she still feels the need to protest.

"Wait – I won't fucking bleed to death, and you don't even know where anything is!"

Madeleine laughs, a beautiful, melodic sound, and Florence immediately knows that she needs to hear more of it. "Just tell me, then! You need stitches, Florence – let me patch you up, then I will let you walk around again."

Florence grumbles under her breath but she leans back against the armrest of the couch. "First aid kit's in that cupboard - if something's missing, there's probably at least disinfectant, needle and thread in an Austen or something in the third row of the library."

Madeleine stares at her for a moment, then turns and goes to check out the first aid kit in the cupboard. "Medicine in the books?" she asks, sounding a little wondrous. "What is this place?"

Florence feels her heart start to beat faster, and it takes her a moment to realize that it is because Madeleine really has no idea who she is, where they are. That’s always a concern, when someone tries to get in her favour – that they are only doing it in hope of protection from the neutral party of the library.

A moment later, Madeleine comes back victoriously with the supplies to patch Florence up, first wiping away some of the blood and disinfecting the wound, making Florence hiss.

While Madeleine starts with the stitches, Florence looks down at her brown hair with a frown. "How come you haven't heard of the library?"

"Hm?" Madeleine looks up for a moment before turning back to her work. "Oh... I'm not from around here, and also I'm not, um, really involved in, um, anything criminal? Really? I mean, I suppose I got bored only reading about interesting things in stories, and I taught myself to shoot and studied martial arts... But I still never really did something, until last autumn a girl disappeared from my town, and I figured out who was behind it..."

"These smugglers," Florence hisses. "I knew they were smuggling people – I didn't want to give them supplies from the library, and I figured that's why they tried to kidnap me, maybe to demand a ransom from Anna May – colleague – but there was something else, wasn't there?"

Madeleine blushes sweetly as she snips off the excess thread and places the first aid kit onto the coffee table behind her. "I might have managed to free most of their last shipment? I'm sorry if that made them think you were behind it, but I'm not sorry I did it."

Florence stares at her. "That, I believe immediately. Apology accepted, for what it's worth." then she frowns. "and, what – after setting the girls free you thought you'd go on a suicide mission to their headquarters? Or did they catch you?"

Madeleine shivers a little as she stands up from the floor – she looks smaller somehow, even as she is standing while Florence is still lying down, curling her arms around her front as she stands there, vulnerable, in the nude.

"They would have just gone after other girls instead. I wanted – I needed to put an end to it. And if I – I mean, yes, I didn't exactly expect to make it out again, but I figured, I didn't really like my old life much anyway, I might as well die for this new one?"

Florence stares at her, then she carefully sits up, making sure to test each movement slowly so as not to tear the stitches. She raises her right hand and strokes over Madeleine's hips, pulling her close, and Madeleine comes willingly when Florence pulls her into her lap.

"That was – intensely stupid, and I'm not withdrawing the diagnosis of suicide mission."

Madeleine shivers in her arms, resting her head against Florence's shoulder, and Florence presses a kiss to hers. "You can’t just throw your life away like that, just because you were bored without the action! But –” she gives Madeleine a sharp look – ”you seem to like the library..."

Madeleine's head snaps up. "What are you..."

"I won't let you go on any solo missions, if we work together," Florence tells her. "I frankly don't think you're quite stable. But – I like what I've seen of you, in the fight and afterwards –" her hand strokes over Madeleine's back, trying to show her what she means about this connection between the two of them without putting it into words, thinking it much too early for declarations of feelings and the like.

"I think I could talk Anna May into at least giving you a trial period – if you think life in a library that has almost as many guns as it has books is going to be exciting enough for you."

Madeleine is staring at her with wide eyes, and then she leans down and presses her lips clumsily to the corner of Florence's mouth. "I – yes! Yes, I would love that – I don't think I could bear to go back home, and I don't really have anywhere else to go..."

Florence smiles up at her, raising her hand to stroke through Madeleine's soft hair – it's her left hand, and raising her arm is pulling at the stitches a little, so she can't hold it up for long, but while she does Madeleine is leaning into the touch.

"Then it is settled," Florence whispers, ignoring the fact that she still has to convince Anna May, and that she still barely knows the woman in her arms. She can be convincing when she wants to be, she has rarely asked Anna May for any favour in the past – and she feels that she knows enough, when Madeleine leans down to kiss her again, gently and mindful of the injury she stitched up.

"Agreed," Madeleine murmurs.

Florence smiles, feeling more relieved than she would have expected. How has Madeleine managed to become so important to her in a matter of a few hours?

Pushing that thought away, she helps Madeleine sit up, stroking over the cut on her neck as she does so. It has stopped bleeding, but it is still not a welcome sight, a wound that, on this part of her body, is so close to being fatal if it had been just a little deeper.

“Let me take care of this for you?”

“Huh?” Madeleine touches her neck herself, looking a confused and a little terrified when her fingers come back red. While Florence doesn’t like to see her in distress, she is still a little glad – after all, it means that Madeleine doesn’t truly want to throw her life away.

“You'll be fine, don't worry," Florence reassures her. "And you patched me up, now let me return the favour and take care of you, yes?"

Madeleine looks away from the blood and smiles back at her. “Thank you - I would like that.”

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[lilolilyr]

Florence x Madeleine morning drabbles

Seven drabbles with a continuous storyline.

700 words, rated M, no warnings

Summary: It is early morning, a fresh breeze blowing through the air, but under the covers of Florence and Madeleine's bed, it is still comfortably warm.

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[floreleine]

Darling Madeleine

2k, rated E, no warnings

Written for the prompt 'Mommy kink for Florence x Madeleine', this one has Madeleine as the submissive and Florence as the dominant in this scenario. Ficlets with the reverse can be found here and here!

Summary: Madeleine has a hard time letting go of control, but Florence is there to help her - and to take care of her afterwards.

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