#when it comes to vastra though she is there for the cuddles.

[pookachuka]

im drawing at a chilis restaurant good evening to you folks. Can you tell i just listened to inside every warrior. And i kind of wish jenny drank the werewolf juice?

[jennyandvastraflint]

Divorce of convenience is speaking to me, I gotta say. For anyone you want but Jenny and Vastra ARE married and COULD get divorced (for convenience sake), just saying.

Too hot to cuddle sounds very cute as well though :)

So, like, if either of these inspire anything - I'd be very excited to read it!

Okay okay! I'm gonna give you the second prompt first as I wrote this for Jenny and Vastra! I did the first one as well and wanted to challenge myself (and treat you), so that'll be the surprise at the end! Both are under the cut because it'd be too long a post otherwise XD

Too hot to cuddle - Jenny/Vastra

Jenny was drawn to the greenhouse by Vastra's disgruntled hisses, and when she found her sprawled upon a warm rock in the sun, Jenny knew she would have to resign herself to cuddles despite the heat as soon as Vastra's eyes found her. "Jennyyyy," Vastra made, her eyes barely opened, her chest heaving and sinking with each breath she took. "It's alright, m'ducks," Jenny said as she began unbuttoning her dress. Really, she ought to get some light summer dresses for Vastra's greenhouse and its oppressive heat. Instead, she soon stood only in drawers and a petticoat in front of Vastra, ready to join her. One upside of having a Silurian wife, she thought, was the blessed coolness of her scales most of the time. Jenny sat next to Vastra who hadn't moved, and she just wanted to wrap her arms around Vastra when she was shoved away. Vastra continued sighing as though she were the unluckiest creature in the world, and Jenny frowned. "What was that for? I just wanted to give you cuddles," Jenny huffed, crossing her arms. If anyone had a right to complain here, it was Jenny. After all, beads of sweat were already forming in her neck. "It's too hot for cuddles," Vastra groaned, spreading her arms wide to soak up the heat of the rock instead. "You're impossible," Jenny said with an eyeroll. "I am not!" Vastra was even too sleepy to sound truly offended, and her eyelids were still half-closed. "I want to touch you but it's too warm…" "We could just get out of the greenhouse then," Jenny suggested. "But it is too cold outside, my love!" Jenny slid off the rock with a shrug. "Then I'm afraid there's nothing I can do to help you, darling…" "Staaaay," Vastra demanded with a whine, and she reached out to grasp Jenny's hand with hers. "Mmmh, I like holding your hand." "Daft lizard," Jenny muttered as she sat back down, now holding only Vastra's hand. "You enjoy being complicated, don't you, m'ducks." Vastra smiled proudly. "Always, my dear."

I hope you enjoyed this!! And now for the second one...

Divorce of Convenience - ???/???

"Well. This is a first," Mels said, waving around a brochure advertising a new restaurant at the edge of the universe. The Doctor pushed her yellow half-moon specs up her nose and frowned. "What's that, love?" Mels leaned back in the armchair she had asked the TARDIS to materialise specifically for her, and she gave the Black woman a toothy grin. "This restaurant's offering a special deal to newly divorced couples." The Doctor frowned. "Newly divorced? As in, the couple coming in together?" "Yup. There's something quite… Alluring about it, don't you think? Getting benefits for breaking up?" "Waste of time if you ask me… And an attempt at commercialising everything you can possibly experience." She turned her attention back to the chronon blaster her… lovely companion Mels had overheated on their last little adventure. The wires had completely fused with the power source, and the Doctor wondered again why she had ever let Mels board her TARDIS. She was dangerous and like fire. Well, the Doctor had always liked playing with fire and could never leave her hands off danger. Despite being more reserved this time round, as a precaution most of all, her behaviour could border on reckless at times, as her recent skirmishes with one Mels Zucker proved. "They even have desserts," Mels lured, something that certainly would have worked on less careful regenerations of the Doctor. She, however, remained unmoved, in part to tease Mels. The Doctor's lips curled into a grin when Mels let out a groan. "They even have Sontaran cheesecake with cheese out of 98% organic Sontaran milk!" As though that was something that would convince her to change her mind. The Doctor blanched at the mere thought of Sontaran cheesecake and its ingredients. "What's the other two percent?" "Or Pting popsicles," Mels continued. "Silurian egg soufflé? Mondas sherbet, or perhaps some Ood chocolate. One of them is something I just made up." "I don't know, love. Putting aside the fact none of that sounds edible, you're forgetting the crucial factor that we aren't divorced. Or married, for that matter." A challenging grin appeared on Mels's face, and she looked the Doctor up and down. Immediately, she arched her back and fixed her blue overcoat. Even if the Doctor thought Mels a wonderfully complicated woman who shared a similarly horrible upbringing, they were both much too damaged from that to be suited for any sort of relationship. "We are in the future, you know," Mels said, and the Doctor nearly choked on her laugh. "We're WHAT???" "Married. You and I. In our future." The Doctor raised an eyebrow and glanced at Mels over the rims of her glasses. "And how would you know that?" "I looked it up." The Doctor was about to start giving Mels a lecture about the damage she could have caused to the timelines with her careless behaviour when Mels slid out the chair and, hips swaggering, approached the Doctor. Distracted, the Doctor missed her opportunity to take a step back, and Mels held her hands and placed kisses to her knuckles before the Doctor could prevent it. She felt her resolve melting, the anger dissipating in a beat of her hearts. "Come on, honey. Let's have some fun crashing a party. And we can get dessert as well." With an eyeroll, the Doctor pressed a sloppy kiss to the corner of Mels' mouth. She pushed past her and keyed something into the TARDIS console. "Hey, what are you doing??" Mels complained, perhaps taking the Doctor's behaviour as rejection of the idea rather than an admittance of defeat. "Ah, hun… I'm finding us the nearest divorce lawyer."

I hope, hope hope I did them justice! It was my first time writing Mels, and only my second time writing Fugitive, I think! I couldn't for the life of me think of any circumstances under which Jenny and Vastra would have a divorce of convenience, so I thought I'd pick characters you adored, and these two do seem more the type! (I was first thinking about doing TwelveRiver or ThirteenRiver or FugitiveRiver, but I thought, why not make it Mels, despite me having very little experience writing her, and it's been a while since I've seen the episode(s?) she's in! Thank you so much for these prompts, they were great fun to write!!

[perfectlyrose]

Monthy Self-Rec: April Edition

Rounding up everything I’ve written in February as part of the monthly self rec to celebrate everything I’ve created in March! If you’ve created something this month, write a post about it and we’ll celebrate with you!

build me up from bones - fem!Eight/Rose, all ages, 7561 words

Rose and the Doctor try to figure out what to do in the face of Rose’s memory loss and what comes next for the two of them.

Part two of the “memories lost, love found” series

AO3

life leaves its marks - Tentoo/Rose, all ages, 100 words (LLS admin fill)

The Doctor discovers a new mark on Rose while cuddling one night.

AO3

the gravity of stars and souls - Nine/Rose soulmates UA, all ages, 557 words (LLS admin fill)

The soulmark on the inside of the Doctor's wrist comes to life when he grabs Rose's hand in that department store basement.

AO3

moments of peace - Betty/Mercier bakery AU, all ages, 483 words (LLS admin fill)

Betty enjoys the time she spends alone in her little bakery before opening for the day. One morning, she forgets to lock the door and her solitude is interrupted but she finds she doesn't mind the intrusion when it comes in the form of Jean-François.

AO3

light me up - Twelve/Clara, all ages, 342 words

The Doctor takes Clara to Paris to see it all lit up at night but things do not go according to plan.

AO3

kill of the night - Dark Bad Wolf Rose fic, teen, 566 words

She likes it when they run. (please note content warnings on fic)

AO3

lost - Eight/Rose, all ages, 100 words

an evening in - Nine/Rose, all ages, 262 words (LLS admin fill)

The Doctor doesn't really know how he agreed to a movie night with Rose but he finds there is no other way he'd rather spend his evening.

AO3

budding love -  Ten/Rose flowershop AU, all ages 808 words (LLS admin fill)

 It's a normal Tuesday, which means Rose's favorite customer should be coming into the shop.

AO3

a hand to hold - Hardy/Rose, all ages, 190 words, (LLS admin fill)

Holding hands in public is a new thing for them.

AO3

fragments - Clara-centric, all ages, 390 words

Sometimes, Clara can remember bits of all the lives she’s lived, all the echoes that she made herself into once upon a time.

AO3

honey - Rose-centric, post doomsday, 122 words

pretty and poisonous - Jenny/Vastra, all ages, 130 words (LLS admin fill)

If she's a flower, she's a deadly one.

AO3

varying definitions of art - original piece, 300 words, teen (please note content warnings on fic)

Writing Meme Responses: 179 words

Ten/Rose + soulmate AU

Fem!Ten/Rose + ‘i kinda accidentally took a nap on you even though you’re a stranger’

Total word count for the month: 11,960

Total word count for the year: 37,385

[all monthly self-rec posts]

[bleep-blop-lizard-hop]

Jenny/Vastra Prompts #10

Prompt: A little belated Valentines story for my two favorite Victorian lesbian dorks.

Well, as you know what they say, third time’s the charm right! Unfortunately, this will probably be my last story for Femslash February since this is a significantly shorter month and the next one will take me quite a while longer to write. At least it’s a good thing that writing and celebrating femslash had never been confined to just one single month, because literally everyday is a great time for femslash.

Even though February 14th is the esteemed and romantic holiday of Valentines Day, things in 13 Paternoster Row seemed to be carrying on normally without the slightest trace of Valentines influence. That is, until Vastra entered the sitting room, where Jenny was currently feeding wood into the fireplace, before setting down a package and a large bouquet of flowers on the table.

“Jenny, my Dear, did you by any chance ordered some flowers lately?”Inquired Vastra gently as she removed her veil.

Jenny immediately stopped what she was doing to give Vastra a puzzled look, and replied, “No, ma’am. I don’t recall buying any flowers. Why do you ask?”

“I’m asking because these were just delivered to us a minute ago,” clarified the Silurian who indicated at the two items on the table with her finger, “....both addressed to your name, ‘Jenny Flint’.”

“M-My name?” Squeaked Jenny in utter disbelief. Shaking her head, a bewildered Jenny approached closer toward Vastra asking, “Are you sure about that, ma’am? I’m sorry, but I just don’t understand what’s happening here.”

“Yes, it is quite odd indeed. Why would anybody have any business to be sending you, a simple chambermaid, these things?” Vastra asked to nobody in particular, eyeing the package and flowers with curiosity while thoughtfully stroking her chin. After a few moments of deep thinking, Vastra finally concluded, “Perhaps the answer might actually lie within....in that case, come here and open your package, Jenny.”

Upon seeing that Jenny was still somewhat dubious about the whole situation, Vastra flashed her best reassuring smile as a way of encouraging her. Jenny flicked her gaze in between Vastra and the two items on the table, before she felt ready enough to move toward the table. Once up close, she was then able to properly observe the mysterious package and flowers that had arrived for her under equally strange circumstances. She was first struck by the sheer beauty and quantity of the flower bouquet; A variety of assorted red, pink and white roses were all arranged together to form a most impressively grand bouquet. The package, however, clearly lacked the visual grandeur of the flowers as it was merely a square box wrapped in plain brown paper and tied with a thin string.

Inhaling a self-motivating breath, Jenny cautiously began to undo the string before peeling away the brown paper to reveal a wooden box covered with a lid. Jenny took off the lid and peered inside to see the box’s contents.

“It’s a box of chocolate candy!”Announced Jenny as she pulled out another red, heart-shaped box draped in a fancy gold ribbon.

Vastra soon came over to stand beside Jenny, and the two of them stared at  all the exquisitely crafted pieces of chocolate encased within the box.

“Mmmm, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you have a secret admirer on your hands,” Spoke Vastra teasingly, but there was also a hint of jealousy in her tone that she couldn’t hide. Something else other than jealousy lurked in there as well, which Jenny simply can’t put her finger on it. “Though I can’t say I’m surprised, considering that you are a charming and highly attractive young lady. However, if this makes you uncomfortable, I can always track down whoever sent this and eat them for offending you,” Vastra added smoothly with a tilt of her head and wearing a suggestive grin.

Jenny rolled her eyes in fond exasperation, saying,“Oh hush, you....look, there’s more in here!” 

The Silurian watched as Jenny next retrieved what appeared to be a card from the the box. Her blue eyes sparked with optimistic anticipation when Jenny opened the card to read the message inside it:

Roses are Red                                                                                                 Violets are Blue                                                                                               The one and only Valentine that I’ll ever need is You                                                                                                                                                                         ~ Love, Madame Vastra

“You daft, sneaky lizard!” Gasped Jenny after she finished reading the card,”I can’t believe I forgot that Valentines Day was today!”

“Yes I, too, find it to be rather ironic that I was able to remember this human holiday, while you did not,”whispered Vastra softly into Jenny’s ear, knowing that the rouse was already over. “I apologize if my skills in writing poetic verses don’t exactly match up to those of Shakespeare, but...”

Vastra never got the chance to finish her sentence because Jenny had resorted to launching herself into Vastra’s arms and crashing their lips together for a deeply passionate kiss.

“It’s absolutely perfect! Just like you are, my darling lizard,” proclaimed Jenny, having ended the kiss to get some air. Her cheeks were flushed and she beamed at Vastra with a brilliant smile that never fails to make the Silurian’s heart leap.”Thank you so much for such a lovely gift, it’s the thought that truly counts. I love you, Vastra!”

Delighted that all her efforts had paid off, Vastra leaned forward to steal another sweet kiss and rested her forehead against Jenny’s while answering, “I love you, too. Happy Valentines Day, dearest Jenny.”

Indeed, it would seem that Cupid had hit his mark with these two this Valentines Day, which led to both of them spending the rest of that day kissing, cuddling, and admiring each other like the pair of love-struck fools that they are.