#natashne

[wellbelesbian]

Live Again

it has been over a year since i wrote the first part of this fic, but i've finally finished it off for this year's @carry-on-sapphic-week. the prompt is phoenix, which i feel applies to Natasha in this fic!

In the month since Natasha Pitch came back from the dead, a lot changed. Daphne doesn’t care for the politics of it all; she cares about her family. Her kids have a million questions she has no easy answers for, Fiona is tetchier than she has ever seen her, and Malcolm… Well, it's best not to even think about him. Only Baz seems to be taking it well, on the surface at least, but Daphne can still tell that something is off about him, too.

read it from the beginning on ao3!

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Carry On Sapphic Week 2022 Masterlist

thank you so so much to all the talented people who participated in sapphic week, i loved seeing all your art and reading all your fics! this was my first time ever running an event like this and it was a bigger success than i ever imagined! 27 pieces of fiction and art were submitted, with a pretty even split between the two!

thank you also to those who liked and reblogged all the fics and art! i hope there’s some energy for another sapphic week in the future, maybe 6 months from now, maybe a year from now? i’ll have to have a think, but this definitely won’t be the last sapphic week. let me know what you think!

below, i’ve sorted all the amazing submissions by the day/prompts they fill. a few submissions don’t fit a prompt, so i put them in a miscellaneous category. there’s plenty to satiate all your carry on sapphic needs!

if there are any late submissions, i’ll add them on a week from now!

Day one, coming out // stars

Fanfiction:

Constellations by @wellbelesbian

Strictly Professional by @otherpeoplesheartachept-2

Art:

Look at the stars darling by @dreamingkc

Day two, first // quiet

Fanfiction:

if i could make it go quiet inside by @wellbelesbian

she’s making me feel new things by @nonbaznary

Star (La)crossed by @otherpeoplesheartachept-2

Art:

First kiss by @dreamingkc

(an addition to) she’s making me feel new things by @nonbaznary

Day three, pride // warmth

Fanfiction:

Pride by @wellbelesbian

Art:

fuck off, homophobes by @nonbaznary

Agatha “i wanted to get full of glitter” Wellbelove by @dreamingkc

Day four, family // storm

Fanfiction:

Live Again by @wellbelesbian

Art:

Dancing in the rain by @dreamingkc

Mordelia’s coming out by @nonbaznary

Day five, watford // sentimental

Fanfiction:

paper airplanes by @nonbaznary

Stupid by @wellbelesbian

Art:

Let’s have a picnic by @dreamingkc

Sapphic bliss at Watford by @nonbaznary

Day six, gift // history

Fanfiction:

I’ll Crawl Home To Her by @wellbelesbian

Art:

Taking Care Of The Watford Goats by @dreamingkc

Day seven, home // comfort

Fanfiction:

Love Is Stored In Spaghetti And Hiccups by @aroace-genderfluid-sheep

Backstabber by @wellbelesbian

Art:

Cause darling you’re the one by @dreamingkc

Miscellaneous

Fanfiction:

Head, Hands, Heart, Help by @ileadacharmedlife

Art:

brobelove by @shemakesmeforget

kerixie dressing up for something fancy by @nonbaznary

Simone Snow by @rosaart

[nonbaznary]

i spent the weekend resting, so i couldn't finish this on time for the last days of @carry-on-sapphic-week – but i liked part one way too much not to post it as soon as i could :') held it in yesterday but failed to keep on it today, lmao. also ive been meaning to write something with these six for a while, so im very excited to have it out !!

the person of my dreams

Natashne (Daphne my beloved <3), proposal shenanigans, minor mitlucy and ebbiona, and a hint of vampire Natasha (1.4K, chapter 1 out of 2)

Natasha thinks it's about time she proposed to Daphne – she just doesn't know how to do it. Hopefully Fiona, Mitali and Lucy can be of some help.

chapter 2 will be up as soon as possible with a lot of mitlucy being cute, ebb being a sharp little thing and daphne being absolutely THE BEST

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petition for Daphne and Natasha’s ship name to be Natashne!

Live Again

day four of @carry-on-sapphic-week, today’s prompts are family and storm!

thank you @nonbaznary for the idea to write about Daphne, this fic is for you!

this is gonna be a few chapters long, i’ll try to post them all in good time.

read on ao3 or under the cut

From the moment she met Malcolm, Daphne knew her life was going to get complicated. He was a political figurehead in a world in the brink of war, with a martyred wife, and loose cannons for a son and sister-in-law. But she couldn’t help loving him.

Her family told her he was bad news. Sure, he was rich, and his magic was strong, but by marrying him, she would be embroiled in the power struggles and betrayals that had characterised the World of Mages since Natasha’s death.

Not to mention Natasha… She knew that she would always be subject to her peers’ stares and whispers, always be seen as second best, a replacement for the great Natasha Pitch.

But Malcolm never once treated her that way. He would always love Natasha, and always grieve her, but he loved Daphne just as strongly, and never compared them. If there’s one thing Daphne is good at, it’s reading people, and she knew that he loved them both equally. Even Baz, who she had been so worried would reject her, see her as a pale replacement or an intruder, called her mother, confided in her, and hugged her tightly every time he left for Watford in the autumn.

Still, sometimes, in those early days, Malcolm would retreat into himself, and grieve. Daphne had tried to explain to him once that he could love two people, but he had looked at her so confusedly that she had decided it was better to drop the matter.

It’s hard to drop the matter when it’s standing right in front of you.

She’s long past trying to get her head around it. Baz had just rattled off some long and complicated explanation about Visitings and rituals and sacrifice, which sounded alarming, and now Natasha Pitch is standing in their living room, looking around confusedly while everyone argues.

Baz and Malcolm are fighting furiously, but keeping their voices low. Simon and Fiona are both shouting. Baz keeps interrupting his own argument to mediate his aunt and his boyfriend’s, and nobody is paying any attention to the actual source of all their ire.

She’s not what Daphne had expected. Sure, she looks the part, almost perfectly resembling the portrait of her hanging in the hall. But she’s quiet, letting the argument play out without her. She actually looks sort of shell-shocked. Daphne supposes that being brought back from the dead might do that to you.

She skirts around the room to where Natasha is standing, and oh so gently takes her by the arm. Natasha allows her to lead her from the room, through to the kitchen, where Daphne sits her at the breakfast table and starts making tea.

After a few minutes, Natasha seems to find her words.

“Excuse me…” Daphne turns to face her. “What year is it?”

“2017.”

“Merlin.”

“Yeah… Are you…” Natasha meets her eyes, and it feels as though a bucket of cold water has been tipped over her head. “Are you okay?”

It’s probably a stupid question. Natasha Pitch, the woman who died in an inferno, is now living and breathing again, seemingly unharmed and not having aged a day. How could she possibly be okay? But what else can she say in this situation?

The kettle begins to whistle, and she goes to take it off the hob and brew the tea. She hopes Natasha likes tea.

“I don’t know how to answer that. I remember dying. And then it’s like… I just woke up again, a moment later. And my son was there, safe, but… All grown up.” Daphne turns to her with a mug, just as Natasha’s face suddenly crumples, and she covers it with her hands as she begins to shake with silent tears. “I missed so much.”

She places the mugs down on the table, then slips into the seat beside Natasha and hesitantly rubs her back, in what she hopes is a reassuring gesture. It works for Baz, and it slowly seems to work on Natasha too, as the shaking stops. Eventually, she uncovers her face, wiping at her cheeks with embarrassment. Daphne should offer her a handkerchief, but she doesn’t have one. If anything, Natasha looks more the type to carry one, in her long black dress, and- Circe, she’s still wearing what she was buried in.

“I’m sorry you had to see that.” Natasha sniffles.

“Oh, it’s okay. My children cry all the time about much less upsetting things.” Don’t talk about your kids, she nearly kicks herself.

“You have children?”

“Uh… yes. Four.”

“That’s nice…” Natasha smiles wanely, wrapping her hands around the steaming mug. “Sorry, I didn’t get your name? Are you a friend of Fiona’s?”

Oh boy.

“I’m Daphne. I’m… Uh… Okay, there’s no easy way to say this. So I’ll just say it, and then if you want to throw your tea in my face, I’ll understand. I’m Malcolm’s wife.”

Natasha just stares at her.

“His second wife.”

Continued staring. Daphne looks down.

“I’m sorry.”

That seems to snap her out of it.

“No, no, please, don’t be sorry! I… I understand. After all, I was dead.”

Daphne looks back up and meets Natasha’s eyes, and after a beat, they both burst out into hysterical laughter. Daphne is pretty sure they’re each having a nervous breakdown. It’s probably overdue.

“I’m sorry, Merlin, I’m so sorry.” She wheezes between laughs, trying and failing to get control of herself. “You just said it so bluntly…” She dissolves into giggles again. Natasha all but cackles.

“What on earth is going on in here?” Comes a voice from the doorway,and they both look up to see Malcolm looking at them with concern. Daphne’s laughter cuts off with a splutter, and Natssha takes a deep breath to calm herself.

“Oh, us?” Natasha asks. “Daphne and I were just getting to know each other. It’s so lovely to meet someone with whom I have so much in common.”

Malcolm’s face sends them both right back into laughing fits.

[nonbaznary]

Wip Wednesday

for a second, i legit forgot about this 🥲 but it is time !!! for wip stuff !!!!!

firstly, as i am obsessed, let's talk a little about a Natasha-centered fic im working on for @carry-on-sapphic-week (its a daphne x natasha fic but it includes most of the other older women – as in fiona, ebb, lucy, mitali, etc, and they're all sapphic as well 🥰)

its kind of hard to write Natasha for me. because she's a legend, because she's a total badass, because she's a Pitch; so most likely she's completely amazing in some aspects but kind of a dick in others. just like with Nicodemus for this ebbiona oneshot, i struggled a bit to keep the ass part as well as the good friend (in Nico's character) or awesome hero and powerful figure who we all cry over (for Natasha's), but i think i kind of found what i was looking for. here's a snippet of conversation between her and Fiona

— I meant- Mitali Bunce. Is she going by Salisbury these days? I don’t know, but anyhow-

— Even if she isn’t going by Salisbury, which would be ideal in this situation, you could just call her Mitali. Bunce is the least magickal name in the Realm, poor woman. She’s a well respected magickal historian, for Morgana’s sake-

— Okay, Tasha, you’re missing the point. [...] [...] She knew a bunch of shit on marriage and family magic. I don’t know if it was her or this Martin dud who was obsessed with rites, but she knows a lot about those. Lucy Salisbury and her are bound together in, like, eight dimensions or something.

i love mitali and lucy as a couple excuse me while i cry

also since its GETTING HERE 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 im working on some things for the @trans-mages prompt fest as well!!!!! i dont think i have anything solid-but-also-non-spoiler-y enough to show, but i just wanted to say im doing it lol 🥲🥲 and just to share something- simon is getting a LOT of kisses (i treat him right

tagging @dreamingkc @wellbelesbian/@nausikaaa @sharing-a-room-with-an-open-fire @angelsfalling16 if you want to share something!

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i'm so glad i got to finish this fic at long last, and super pleased with how it turned out!

Live Again

it has been over a year since i wrote the first part of this fic, but i've finally finished it off for this year's @carry-on-sapphic-week. the prompt is phoenix, which i feel applies to Natasha in this fic!

In the month since Natasha Pitch came back from the dead, a lot changed. Daphne doesn’t care for the politics of it all; she cares about her family. Her kids have a million questions she has no easy answers for, Fiona is tetchier than she has ever seen her, and Malcolm… Well, it's best not to even think about him. Only Baz seems to be taking it well, on the surface at least, but Daphne can still tell that something is off about him, too.

read it from the beginning on ao3!

[carry-on-sapphic-week]

Natasha and Daphne! he/him lesbian Fiona! they/them lesbian Ebb! Simon and Penny being siblings! all of this is just perfect!

i spent the weekend resting, so i couldn't finish this on time for the last days of @carry-on-sapphic-week – but i liked part one way too much not to post it as soon as i could :') held it in yesterday but failed to keep on it today, lmao. also ive been meaning to write something with these six for a while, so im very excited to have it out !!

the person of my dreams

Natashne (Daphne my beloved <3), proposal shenanigans, minor mitlucy and ebbiona, and a hint of vampire Natasha (1.4K, chapter 1 out of 2)

Natasha thinks it's about time she proposed to Daphne – she just doesn't know how to do it. Hopefully Fiona, Mitali and Lucy can be of some help.

chapter 2 will be up as soon as possible with a lot of mitlucy being cute, ebb being a sharp little thing and daphne being absolutely THE BEST

[nonbaznary]

YYYEEEEESSSSSSSSSS

Live Again

day four of @carry-on-sapphic-week, today’s prompts are family and storm!

thank you @nonbaznary for the idea to write about Daphne, this fic is for you!

this is gonna be a few chapters long, i’ll try to post them all in good time.

read on ao3 or under the cut

From the moment she met Malcolm, Daphne knew her life was going to get complicated. He was a political figurehead in a world in the brink of war, with a martyred wife, and loose cannons for a son and sister-in-law. But she couldn’t help loving him.

Her family told her he was bad news. Sure, he was rich, and his magic was strong, but by marrying him, she would be embroiled in the power struggles and betrayals that had characterised the World of Mages since Natasha’s death.

Not to mention Natasha… She knew that she would always be subject to her peers’ stares and whispers, always be seen as second best, a replacement for the great Natasha Pitch.

But Malcolm never once treated her that way. He would always love Natasha, and always grieve her, but he loved Daphne just as strongly, and never compared them. If there’s one thing Daphne is good at, it’s reading people, and she knew that he loved them both equally. Even Baz, who she had been so worried would reject her, see her as a pale replacement or an intruder, called her mother, confided in her, and hugged her tightly every time he left for Watford in the autumn.

Still, sometimes, in those early days, Malcolm would retreat into himself, and grieve. Daphne had tried to explain to him once that he could love two people, but he had looked at her so confusedly that she had decided it was better to drop the matter.

It’s hard to drop the matter when it’s standing right in front of you.

She’s long past trying to get her head around it. Baz had just rattled off some long and complicated explanation about Visitings and rituals and sacrifice, which sounded alarming, and now Natasha Pitch is standing in their living room, looking around confusedly while everyone argues.

Baz and Malcolm are fighting furiously, but keeping their voices low. Simon and Fiona are both shouting. Baz keeps interrupting his own argument to mediate his aunt and his boyfriend’s, and nobody is paying any attention to the actual source of all their ire.

She’s not what Daphne had expected. Sure, she looks the part, almost perfectly resembling the portrait of her hanging in the hall. But she’s quiet, letting the argument play out without her. She actually looks sort of shell-shocked. Daphne supposes that being brought back from the dead might do that to you.

She skirts around the room to where Natasha is standing, and oh so gently takes her by the arm. Natasha allows her to lead her from the room, through to the kitchen, where Daphne sits her at the breakfast table and starts making tea.

After a few minutes, Natasha seems to find her words.

“Excuse me…” Daphne turns to face her. “What year is it?”

“2017.”

“Merlin.”

“Yeah… Are you…” Natasha meets her eyes, and it feels as though a bucket of cold water has been tipped over her head. “Are you okay?”

It’s probably a stupid question. Natasha Pitch, the woman who died in an inferno, is now living and breathing again, seemingly unharmed and not having aged a day. How could she possibly be okay? But what else can she say in this situation?

The kettle begins to whistle, and she goes to take it off the hob and brew the tea. She hopes Natasha likes tea.

“I don’t know how to answer that. I remember dying. And then it’s like… I just woke up again, a moment later. And my son was there, safe, but… All grown up.” Daphne turns to her with a mug, just as Natasha’s face suddenly crumples, and she covers it with her hands as she begins to shake with silent tears. “I missed so much.”

She places the mugs down on the table, then slips into the seat beside Natasha and hesitantly rubs her back, in what she hopes is a reassuring gesture. It works for Baz, and it slowly seems to work on Natasha too, as the shaking stops. Eventually, she uncovers her face, wiping at her cheeks with embarrassment. Daphne should offer her a handkerchief, but she doesn’t have one. If anything, Natasha looks more the type to carry one, in her long black dress, and- Circe, she’s still wearing what she was buried in.

“I’m sorry you had to see that.” Natasha sniffles.

“Oh, it’s okay. My children cry all the time about much less upsetting things.” Don’t talk about your kids, she nearly kicks herself.

“You have children?”

“Uh… yes. Four.”

“That’s nice…” Natasha smiles wanely, wrapping her hands around the steaming mug. “Sorry, I didn’t get your name? Are you a friend of Fiona’s?”

Oh boy.

“I’m Daphne. I’m… Uh… Okay, there’s no easy way to say this. So I’ll just say it, and then if you want to throw your tea in my face, I’ll understand. I’m Malcolm’s wife.”

Natasha just stares at her.

“His second wife.”

Continued staring. Daphne looks down.

“I’m sorry.”

That seems to snap her out of it.

“No, no, please, don’t be sorry! I… I understand. After all, I was dead.”

Daphne looks back up and meets Natasha’s eyes, and after a beat, they both burst out into hysterical laughter. Daphne is pretty sure they’re each having a nervous breakdown. It’s probably overdue.

“I’m sorry, Merlin, I’m so sorry.” She wheezes between laughs, trying and failing to get control of herself. “You just said it so bluntly…” She dissolves into giggles again. Natasha all but cackles.

“What on earth is going on in here?” Comes a voice from the doorway,and they both look up to see Malcolm looking at them with concern. Daphne’s laughter cuts off with a splutter, and Natssha takes a deep breath to calm herself.

“Oh, us?” Natasha asks. “Daphne and I were just getting to know each other. It’s so lovely to meet someone with whom I have so much in common.”

Malcolm’s face sends them both right back into laughing fits.