#suggested by @nonbaznary

[carry-on-sapphic-week]

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.

[angelsfalling16]

Six Sentence Sunday

It’s been a while since I’ve done this, but I finally have something to share, so I thought that I would start it off early!

Tagging: @captain-aralias @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @mostlymaudlin @aroace-genderfluid-sheep @palimpsessed @isthisisagoodkiss @dragoneggo @aristocratic-otter @nonbaznary @sharing-a-room-with-an-open-fire @moodandmist @jasonfunderberkerthefrogexists and anyone else who wants to do this!!

So, after almost two years, I have finally completed my fic 5 Times It Doesn’t Mean Anything and 1 Time It Does. The last chapter will go up later today, but I wanted to share a snippet before it does. (Under the cut because it’s smut-ish.)

Baz

“We should move this to my bedroom.” I suggest once I am trembling with the need to touch him and be touched by him, and I’m not sure much longer my legs will be able to hold me up with him kissing me like this and grinding his clothed cock against mine like that.

When we finally make it to my bed, we start to slow things down.

I tug his shirt off over his head and tell him how gorgeous he is before he helps me remove my own shirt and murmurs about how beautiful my skin is into my neck while he drags a hand down my chest to the waistband of my pyjama pants. He slowly pulls at the strings to untie them before dragging my pants down along with my boxers until I am able to kick them the rest of the way off.

He bites the side of my neck, hard, and I whine and arch up into him before I hurry to help him get out of the rest of his clothes.

I move to straddle his thighs and take a moment to let my eyes roam his naked body and really take this all in.

“You’re beautiful,” I whisper as I bring a hand up to gently cup the side of his face. I am so hopelessly in love with him, and now that I do not have to hide how I feel about him, I can’t stop myself from saying all the things I have been trying to keep in all this time. The sweet and the dirty.

[wellbelesbian]

for the fanfics ask. 17 and 19:)

thanks for the ask!

17) describe a fic that is still in the idea phase

thanks to @nonbaznary’s suggestion of sapphic Daphne, i am plotting out a little fic about Daphne realising she’s pansexual and polyamorous!

19) what’s your favourite character headcanon?

i answered that here!