Femslash Multifandom Ficathon 2012!

All done!

callmesandy — Sun, 09 Dec 2012 04:21:12 GMT

Last story posted, we're done for the year! Thanks everyone, see you for 2013!

Darcy/Jane (Avengers movie verse)

callmesandy — Mon, 03 Dec 2012 10:21:01 GMT

Title: conversations about government interference
Author: callmesandy
Recipient: escritoireazul
Fandom: avengers movieverse (takes place right after Thor)
Pairing: Darcy/Jane
Rating: r
Word count: 1012
Warnings: no warnings apply
Summary: Jane leaned close. "I'm really excited about seeing you naked," she said.

on ao3.

How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Game - IMAY (Luce/Rachel)

thrace_ — Sun, 02 Dec 2012 05:01:22 GMT

Title: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Game
Author: thrace_
Recipient: such_heights
Fandom: Imagine Me & You
Pairing: Luce/Rachel
Rating: PG-13
Word count: ~2015
Warnings: None
Summary: Luce loves Rachel. Rachel loves football. Luce and football are working on it.

At AO3.

"Paper Hearts", a Downton Abbey fic. (Sybil Crawley/Gwen Dawson)

apple_pathways — Sun, 02 Dec 2012 01:19:26 GMT

Title: "Paper Hearts"
Author: apple_pathways
Recipient: Selenay
Fandom: Downton Abbey
Pairing: Sybil/Gwen
Rating: PG
Word count: 3,800
Warnings: No warnings
Summary: What they each wanted was a friend. What they found...

LJ / AO3

Never Too Late (But Sometimes It Is) — Grey's Anatomy (Callie/Erica)

flipflop_diva — Sat, 01 Dec 2012 09:59:11 GMT

Title: Never Too Late (But Sometimes It Is)
Author: flipflop_diva
Recipient: cabenson
Fandom: Grey’s Anatomy
Pairing: Callie Torres/Erica Hahn
Rating: R
Word count: 1,255
Warnings: A lot of angst and some sex, and a few naughty words, but that’s about it.
Summary: AU from episode 9.1. Erica wants to know if Callie’s okay, but that doesn’t explain why she’s sitting here in this bar.
Author's note: This is so much different than I originally intended to write. I had planned on sweet and fluffy, and then this happened. But I hope you enjoy it anyway!

She hadn’t meant to come here. Not even for a second. What was done was done. It was in the past. She had moved on. To bigger and better things. Or at least to other things.

She shouldn’t really be here. She knew that. But yet, here she was, sitting in a booth, tucked away in a corner of the one place she knew Callie would come.

Except she sort of hoped she wouldn’t. It would probably be better if she didn’t. Then Erica could just get up, walk away and pretend she wasn’t making this mistake.

Because it was a mistake. She knew that. It was the one thing she was one hundred percent sure of right now.

She had kept track of Callie since the night she left her. It wasn’t really a fact she was proud of, but she couldn’t help herself. She knew about Arizona, she knew about Sofia, and she knew about the plane crash.

She’d almost sent a card when Sofia was born, but really, what would she have said? She’d thought about going to Arizona’s funeral, but that felt too intrusive. She really thought about going to Mark’s, but that didn’t seem right either. But still, she couldn’t let it go, the idea of seeing her just one more time.

She told herself every day that she should just let it be, let it go, let her go.

But for once, her heart refused to listen to her mind. So here she was.

And, oh, shit.

There she was. Walking through the door. The same beautiful curves Erica loved so much. The same long, dark hair.

Erica’s heart leapt into her throat and her hand jerked. Dark liquid spilled all over the table.

Damn it.

She looked away from Callie, hurriedly reaching for a nearby napkin.

“Erica?”

Erica froze. How had she spotted her so fast?

She looked up slowly, raised her head as if she were moving in slow motion. There she was. Callie. Right in front of her, staring at her, her face a mixture of shock and — was that horror? Erica wasn’t sure.

She could see the pain, though. It was in Callie’s eyes, across her face. It broke Erica’s heart.

But Erica took a deep breath, steeled herself. She wasn’t one to let emotion show. This was not the time to start.

“Hello, Callie,” was all she said. Slow, calm, like this was what she had planned all along.

“What are you …? Why are you ..?” Callie spluttered around for words. She looked so lost. She looked so sad. Erica decided she just needed to tell her the truth.

“I came here to see you.”

“Why?” Callie said, and then her eyes darkened, a shadow crossed them.

“Oh,” she said.

“I’m sorry,” Erica offered.

“Everyone is,” Callie said, and a note of bitterness laced her tone.

“I just wanted …”

“To see if I was okay?” Callie’s eyes narrowed. “I think you’re a few years to late.”

“You didn’t want me.”

“That was never your decision to make.”

Erica sighed. This was what she had been afraid of.

“I didn’t come here to fight,” she said, and as if to prove her point, she reached out her hand, touched Callie’s arm, curled her fingers around the other woman’s wrist.

Callie jerked backward, but Erica kept her hold. A few seconds passed, and then Erica felt the other woman’s arm relax in her grasp.

“Do you want a drink?” Erica said. “You look like you could use one.”

Callie stared at her, and Erica could see the indecision in her eyes. She decided to offer up a truce.

“I’d like to hear about your daughter,” she said. “Sofia, right?”

“Okay,” Callie said. “One drink.”

•••

It wasn’t supposed to turn into this. Then again, it wasn’t supposed to turn into anything. She wasn’t even supposed to be here. And if by chance she was, it was supposed to be a simple hello, how are you, one drink and a goodbye.

It was never supposed to be one drink turned into two turned into three turned into gentle smiles and understanding nods and tissues being passed across a table.

Erica didn’t even do emotion.

Or at least she didn’t with anyone else.

But there was something about being here with Callie that was drawing her in, taking her back, memories and feelings flooding through her body. And even though every word Callie said stabbed her in the heart, made her remember what she willingly gave up, Erica still sat there, listening. Looked into Callie’s eyes, let herself get lost in Callie’s words.

Then, before she knew it, she was following Callie into the women’s bathroom after Callie excused herself in a rush.

Callie turned around when she heard the door being opened. There were tears dripping down her cheeks.

“You can’t do this to me,” she said.

“I’m not doing anything.”

“You’re here. You show up, after all this time.”

“I just want to know if you’re okay.”

“You don’t have that right anymore. You gave up that right when you walked away.”

“I know.”

“You know?” Callie’s eyes flashed. “Then why are you here?”

Erica spread her hands in front of her. “I told you,” she said simply. “I just wanted to know if you were okay.”

“Well, I’m not,” Callie said. “Happy now?”

“Not at all.”

“You left me.”

“You weren’t ready.”

“That wasn’t your decision to make.”

“I know.”

“You left me and you walked away.”

“I did.”

“I found her. I loved her. She was my world.”

“I know.”

“But she left me.”

“I’m sorry.”

“You’re not.”

“I am,” Erica said. “I just want you to be happy.”

“I’m not happy.”

“I know.”

“I’m not sure I’ll ever be happy again.”

Erica didn’t say anything. Neither did Callie after that. They just stood there, staring at each other.

And then Callie moved, walked toward her, took her face in her hands, leaned in and kissed her.

It was hard, rough, not anything like it had ever been with them before.

But Erica needed this. As much as Callie did. And she responded in kind.

Her tongue found its way inside Callie’s mouth, her hands found their way into Callie’s dark curls.

Teeth gnashed, tongues dueled, and then hands began moving. Skimming down bodies, making their way under shirts.

They ended up in a stall, jeans around their ankles, fingers inside each other as they thrust together, groaning and grunting. The kisses didn’t stop until they were moaning each other’s names, resting their foreheads together as cum dripped down their legs, their chests heaving.

“This doesn’t mean anything,” Callie whispered into her ear as they redressed.

“Of course it doesn’t,” Erica said.

Callie walked out first, out of the bathroom, out of Joe’s, out into the cool night air. Erica followed a long time later, her heart still pounding, her body still tingling.

Seeing Callie again had sparked something inside her. She had gotten much more than she had planned for.

Two nights later, Erica found herself at Joe’s again. So did Callie.

“This doesn’t mean anything,” Callie said as she dipped her head and slid her tongue between Erica’s legs.

“Of course it doesn’t,” Erica said.

But her head told her differently. And the next night when Callie texted to tell her to meet her at Joe’s at eleven p.m. sharp, she wasn’t surprised at all.

This had never been in the plans, but for once, Erica was okay with that.

Reverb (Pretty Little Liars, Spencer/Hanna, PG-13)

maddie508 — Sat, 01 Dec 2012 09:13:04 GMT

Title: Reverb
Author: maddie508
Recipient: sixtywattgloom

Fandom: Pretty Little Liars

Pairing: Spencer/Hanna
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 2,100
Warnings: None.
Summary: I'm not calling you a ghost (but stop haunting me)
Posted to AO3 here.

Primal Constructs (Doctor Who, River Song/Oswin Oswald), PG13/R

lyssie — Sat, 01 Dec 2012 05:08:59 GMT

Title: Primal Constructs
Author: ALC Punk!
Recipient: nenya_kanadka
Fandom: Doctor Who
Pairing: River Song/Oswin Oswald
Rating: PG13/R (adult situations, non-explicit sex)
Word count: 2500+
Warnings: I'm not entirely sure how old Oswin is, at the beginning of this, I am arbitrarily deciding that she's at least seventeen.
Summary: Time runs sideways, and Oswin and River learn their feet.

They don't meet in a bar, because that's too cliche. River decrees the cliche a fantasy, even as she stands on the bridge, staring out across San Francisco bay.

"I've never seen anything like this--" Oswin tells her, fingers gripping the rails tightly, as though she's afraid that any moment, she'll fall forever. The bay spreads before her, a glittering, watery monstrosity. Her world tilts, tilts--

"Steady on." One hand on her shoulder, the other still gripping the railing, River holds her steady. "There isn't anywhere to fall."

The world settles, stills. The lights freeze, boats and waves, wind and surf all picked out like a painting once done on a long ago night. The sort of thing one might put in a dorm room, plaster on the wall and think this is the art I'll be remembered for having. Right before one's roommate throws a half-empty beer bottle at it.

"We haven't met yet," Oswin says, then she closes her eyes.

-=-

The Daleks killed everything human about Oswin, every physical thing that marked her out as not-a-Dalek, but still she is herself. She is Oswin Oswald, and she will survive. She will burn souffles, and she will talk to her mother, and she will remember her friends and her lovers.

I won't be able to save you. River had said that, once, with such sadness in her eyes, and Oswin hadn't asked.

Never ask your sometime lover what she means about the future you might not have.

Oswin never tells River about the library. It's a fair exchange.

-=-

Ten years, four months, six minutes. Oswin tells herself that counting is so bloody human, she should cling to it. She wonders how long it's been for River.

Less time, if she's any judge of the youth in the other woman's face.

"Hello, darling," Oswin says cheerfully as she drops into the chair across from River. There's something suspiciously antique about the tablets River is concentrating on, but Oswin isn't about to ask her about them. Being lectured on Gallifreyan language once was more than enough, thank you.

"What's a gorgeous girl like you doing in a place like this?"

Such a trite pick-up line, but River's smiling that twisted smirk that makes Oswin's legs go at the knees. So she doesn't object, instead leans forward to give River a nice view of the shirt she picked out on a whim, knowing it shows off her breasts to advantage.

"Trying to pull," shoots back Oswin, smug in her own complacency.

River laughs, fingers busy with her tablets as she wraps them in canvas and stores them in a bag. "Well, then. Mustn't disappoint you."

-=-

There are things River doesn't entirely remember--too much of her life wrapped up in a childhood that was constantly over-written, the Silence, her mission, regeneration and starvation. But she remembers Oswin Oswald, older and important in a way that River couldn't quite place at the time.

So when they meet again, and this Oswin is younger, different, River flirts. Just a little testing of the waters, she tells herself, enjoying their easy banter and the way Oswin's eyes light up.

Just two students out for a prowl on the town, River tells herself as they get drunk and giggle incessantly together in a corner.

It's not until Oswin asks how her dissertation is going that River feels things slipping out of place. "I'm not even on my second paper--dissertation's next year."

Mostly the truth, and Oswin looks surprised, then shakes her head. "It's all such a jumble, darling. I'd forgotten--forget I asked."

River doesn't, of course, not even when they're making out like a pair of teenagers in the toilets, Oswin's mouth and teeth knowing exactly which things to do to make River grip her hips hard.

-=-

River is so young. Oswin watches her for half a day before finding the courage to approach. She feels older, herself, older than she really is or should ever be.

She wonders if River felt the same, so long ago.

"Hello, darling." Oswin finds the words inadequate, and exactly what's required.

River's eyes are appraising, but teasing. Already, there's that instant connection between them, and Oswin tells herself that it's not a lie. That they've been here before and always will do again.

"Do I know you?"

"You will--I'm not a Time Lord," best to get bad impressions out of the way first, even if Oswin was never all that interested in ancient history. "You might say I'm the embodiment of a primal construct."

"Might I?" Eyebrow raised, River does at least appear to be thinking matters over.

There are a hundred things Oswin could say to convince her, secrets that River has told her over the years--but none of them are her secrets to tell, so she sticks with her own. "I've never mastered the art of souffle-making. In case you're wondering."

-=-

River Song in the conservatory with the lead pipe.

"You should remember my name," she taunts the Daleks--an entire parliament, just waiting to be burned, how could any self-respecting assassin resist? There's enough Dalekanium to blow up half the universe buried in their hold, and the trigger device is on her wrist.

"Identify yourself!" The Dalek Prime doesn't even sound agitated. Perhaps it has more puzzling things to worry about, like the blue box it doesn't understand anymore.

River's not going to really help, there.

"My name's River Song." She can't feel their telepathic connection filing her name away in their databanks, but it's early days yet. They won't feel they have need to remember her. Not yet.

"Try not to forget it."

Fingers shaking, she presses the correct sequences.

-=-

One upon a time, there is a princess in a library. Oswin doesn't really think 'princess' is the right term, but for a vast, echoing library filled with people and books, there is something about it that seems to fit. A fairy tale ideal for a fairy tale place.

She finds herself almost dancing between the aisles, running from collection to collection, until it is all just a whirl of books and that library smell.

Turning a corner, she finds a woman standing there, leaning against the shelves.

"Hello."

"Hello." The woman's lips curve into a smile that seems wistful. "I'm River Song. You must be Oswin."

-=-

"Have we done the Cybermen yet?"

It's amazing to River that Oswin Oswald asks such artless, time-continuum destroying questions without seeming to care. She glares, not wanting to know, even if the prospect of meeting them is vaguely entertaining. "No, we haven't. And I've told you--"

"Mustn't know anything about our futures--but this is my past." There's something dark and quiet in Oswin's eyes. Something different than River is used to seeing.

River's seen that look herself, a time or two. When she's remembered more of her childhood, or spoken to her parents. There's always that raw moment where she can't quite feel at ease anymore, knowing the darkness that's torn her life to shreds. Quietly, she says, "I know. Perhaps there's someone else you can tell about it, though."

Of course, this wasn't exactly the sort of way she wanted to introduce her mother to her other timey-whimey, wibbly-wobbly relationship, but Amy Pond lives in 1948, and could probably do with a distraction from the post-war era.

"If you'd said it was talking to your mother you had in mind," Oswin says, nervous and fidgety on the front stoop of the house in Manhattan, "I would have run the other direction."

River smiles. "I know." Her fingers link with Oswin's just as Amy opens the door to them. Her gut is churning in sudden worry and discomfort, and she thinks this must be what it's like for normal people bringing a girlfriend home. Still, best to get on with it. "Hello, Mother. This is Oswin."

-=-

"Were we best friends at university?" Oswin asks, artless in her sprawl in River's bed.

Feasting her eyes on the lines of the other woman's body, River doesn't answer for the moment. It's times like these that she misses linear existences, proper timelines, a universe that existed in lock-step.

Then again, she's never been one for regimentals.

"Of course."

"Or not at all," contradicts Oswin, propping herself up on one elbow, "We were rivals--working against each other for scholarship and department perks. You hated me until that night--"

"You can't recreate whole storylines." River really isn't sure why she's objecting, then again, it's not a storyline that existed in the first place. Maybe. Probably. It's not like she remembers everything about her life--there's a lot of muddle in there, after regeneration and before the death of the Doctor.

"Of course I can." Insouciant, Oswin jumps up, hands on her hips. "And you can't stop me."

"Can't I just?" River asks softly before reaching out, her hands almost harsh against Oswin's hips as she pulls her back in.

They're kissing again, light, chuckling things, and River stops thinking in timelines and consequences. She's no Time Lord to predict which stories stay true.

-=-

"Memory comprised of illusion and dream."

"Don't lecture me," Oswin begs. Two years, ten months, five days (she's not counting, truly). Her fingers grab for River's, tugging her into a half-run as the class ahead of them lengthens their lead. Joining River on some sort of archaeology field trip had seemed less exciting before the alien invasion.

"It's what we are to each other," snaps River, tugging her forwards when she would have slacked.

"That's a--" whatever Oswin had been planning to say is lost in the laser fire that burns a nearby tree. They run faster, River cursing under her breath about forgetting her blaster at the dig site.

Oswin doesn't shout back that River relies on blasters and technology far too often. Now isn't the time, not if they're going to work out a plan to take the alien invaders out before anyone gets killed.

-=-

"I like her," Amy tells River as they're putting the finishing touches on snacks in the kitchen. A frighteningly domestic thing for both of them, but they've had to adjust. "And Oswin. Such a strange name..."

When she trails off, frowning suddenly, River feels a chill go down her spine. "It's not strange in the future."

"No. No, I s'pose it isn't. Dime a dozen in her era." Brightly, Amy claps her hands, "I'm sure that awkward silence is your father's fault. Shall we rescue your girlfriend?"

Girlfriends. River grins herself, liking the way that sounds. Which is a ridiculous, romantical, childish thing. But she's all right with being childish, these days. Sometimes, one has to, to be one's self. Still, she can't help wondering what it was about Oswin's name that put her mother in such a strange face.

Making a mental note to look a bit more into Oswin's life, River hoists the tray and follows her mother out to a baffled-looking Oswin and a blushing Rory Williams.

-=-

"Once upon a time, a princess in a tower was rescued." Oswin is writing, her handwriting flourishing and tangled, her fingers almost cramping at the unfamiliar utensil and the angle of the paper.

"By a dashing heroine," suggests River from where she's working on her dissertation. Again. It seems there's nothing she does these days, outside of eat, sleep, and breathe dissertation. And Oswin. There's always Oswin, and for the distraction, she's grateful.

"But of course."

"What are you working on?" It's only to stop herself worrying over the phrasing of a particular passage, River tells herself.

"Application for a starliner. I've always wanted to see the universe."

River thinks of Oswin alone among the stars, having adventures without her. She's jealous, but proud. Oswin will be fine, she's sure of it, and-- "You'll visit me on leave."

"Oh, obviously, darling." Oswin winks and returns to what she's doing, sucking a bit on her lip. It's endearing, and something River might spend hours watching--if there weren't a phrase to fix and an entire four paragraphs to rip to shreds before her panel does.

-=-

"We're backwards and sideways and clock-wise and anti-clock-wise, and--" Oswin says the words against River's belly, her lips trailing kisses. It's no longer awkward, these meetings, these places.

She never felt like she belonged, until now.

"I know, darling," murmurs River, twisting and reaching down to tangle her fingers in Oswin's hair. "We're forever moving."

Afterwards, with River's skin cooling, and her own beginning to heat in the anticipation, Oswin reflects on the stars she can see through River's bedroom window. Someday, she's going to be among them, flying the spaceways.

"Do you know? I think I like it that way." The words are a non sequitur, as thought they've been having a conversation whilst River moaned and gasped, pleaded and begged.

Perhaps they have.

Oswin closes her eyes and tells herself they'll always have this moment.

-=-

"Of course we've met." River says, in answer to Oswin, who still has her eyes closed. "A hundred, a thousand times--all across the worlds and space. Snatches when you snuck off work or I snuck out of lectures--"

"Days that were so golden, we both fought to make them last." The words taste bitter in Oswin's throat, and she tells herself that she's happy.

A hand touches her shoulder, and even now, River can still affect her. "They did last."

Forever, in a library, in a tower--locked into a life of non-existence. "It's not what I want."

But River knows her and Oswin takes comfort in the arm around her waist and River's chin on her shoulder. "But it's what you have, for the moment. You know there are advances in science, that one day we might--"

"Live again. Yes." Oswin likes the taste of that idea, and she smiles, letting the wind buffet her back against River, savoring the feel of their bodies and minds against each other. "Let's show those scientists a thing or two, shall we?"

-f-

the motion of light on her face (Skins, Franky/Mini)

philosapphic — Sat, 01 Dec 2012 02:20:59 GMT

Title: the motion of light on her face
Author: philosapphic
Recipient: annaalamode
Fandom: Skins (UK)
Pairing: Franky/Mini
Rating: G
Word count: ~2,550
Warnings: None
Summary: On clothing and sunlight, vulnerability and risks.

Read on Dreamwidth | Read on AO3

Fic: Δd/Δt = ? (Tales of Vesperia, Rita/Estelle) for Madame_Oryx

moontyger — Fri, 30 Nov 2012 22:03:35 GMT

Title: Δd/Δt = ?
Author: moontyger
Recipient: madame_oryx
Fandom: Tales of Vesperia
Pairing: Estellise Sidos Heurassein/Rita Mordio
Rating: G
Word count: 1211
Warnings: no standard warnings apply
Summary: Rita stops by Estelle's home in Halure for tea and gets a surprise.

Estelle's welcoming smile was brilliant.

Fic: Rumour Has It - Marvel Avengers Movieverse - Pepper Potts/Christine Everhart - for joanne_c

paperclipbitch — Fri, 30 Nov 2012 20:59:49 GMT

t: Rumour Has It
a: paperclipbitch
r: joanne_c
f: Marvel Avengers Movieverse
p: Pepper Potts/Christine Everhart
r/wc: PG/3000
w: None.
s: “I still need a quote for our Powerful Women issue,” Christine says.
“Some days, I almost don’t want to stab Tony Stark in the face,” Pepper responds.
n: I wasn't expecting to pick this pairing to write, but I'm really glad I did; I enjoyed myself a lot. Hope you enjoy it :)

There are a dozen ways that this could be awkward; this way is preferable to a lot of the others, imperfect as it is.

Warehouse 13 , Myka/ HG Wells, Passing From View

cabenson — Fri, 30 Nov 2012 20:57:07 GMT

Title:Passing From View
Author:cabenson
Recipient: rosabelle
Fandom: Warehouse 13
Pairing: Myka Bering/HG Wells
Rating: PG
Word count: 1150
Warnings: No standard warnings apply
Summary: Missing scene from the end of episode 4.01, "A New Hope"
Beta'd: by the lovely fewthistle

Passing from View

It had taken her by surprise. The welcoming hugs she had received from Claudia and Pete after so many months of being...what exactly had she been? Separated from herself? The hesitant respect in Artie’s eyes when he had said that for now, her standing with the Regents was “improved.” The peaceful relief she had felt as Myka reached for her hand on the trip back to Leena’s. She had friends here. She had love. And once again, she had allowed herself the brief fantasy of believing that she could have the life she’d always wanted. But she should have known that it wouldn’t last. It never lasted.

And a mere twenty-four hours later she was gone. Again.

Back at the B&B, she’d been debriefed by Mrs. Frederick and Mr. Kosan. She would not be returned to either the Janus Coin or the Bronze Sector, but neither would she return to the field as a Warehouse agent. The Regents would need to meet and discuss her future, but for now, she would remain in the custody of the Warehouse. She smiled politely as Mr. Kosan made his exit, and turned back toward Mrs. Frederick.

“Do you get the feeling that something is a bit off?” she asked as she walked closer to the Caretaker. “With Artie?” she whispered.

“Yes, as a matter of fact, I do. “

“He knew too much about what was going on, almost as though he had already experienced it. Is it possible that Artie somehow knew the future?”

“I am starting to think that Arthur has used an artifact and somehow tampered with time. And as you well know, interfering with timelines usually results in dire consequences,” Mrs. Frederick said as she softly stroked her newly grayed braids, “and that leads me to your new assignment. “

“But I thought I was to be-“

“The assignment I am charging you with is not on the record. You have an unmatched knowledge of the ins and outs involving time travel. Arthur knows this and it is my belief that he will approach you when the affect of his artifact use begins to manifest itself. Do as he asks, and in the process, try to discover exactly what he has done, and if possible, how to correct it. You are to tell no one about this, and you are to report only to me. Do you understand?”

Helena nodded her head.

“Good. You can leave tonight, or tomorrow morning if you prefer. I’ll leave that choice up to you.”

Helena left the parlor after Mrs. Frederick had given her final instructions for her new task. A tear fell from her eye as she turned and stood at the bottom of the staircase. She wanted nothing more than to run up those stairs and fall into Myka’s arms, but she feared that if she gave into her heart’s desire, she would never want to leave again. She smiled sadly as she ran her hand over the wooden railing and took a seat on one of the steps. She stared at the empty table where the team had spent so much time. Breakfasts where she and Myka had staggered their arrivals so no one would suspect that they had spent the night together. Lunches where Myka had discreetly placed a hand on her thigh to calm her after Pete once again voiced his distrust. Dinners where she had struggled to contain her anticipation of an evening with Myka in her bed. This love haunted her, and in the end, that fueled her decision to leave. She stood and was about to walk away from stairs when a soft voice stopped her.

“You once told me we were destined to keep meeting at gunpoint. But you kinda skipped over the part where you explained how you were destined to keep running away from me.”

“Myka,” Helena whispered as she turned toward the top of the staircase.

“You were going to do it again, weren’t you? You were going to disappear in the night and leave me here all alone, wondering what I had done to make you take off,” Myka accused as she descended the stairs.

Helena sighed as she sat back down. “You could never do anything to cause me to leave, darling.”

“Then why? Why does this keep happening?” Myka asked as she sat down next to Helena. “Why do you keep leaving me?”

“I don’t want to leave you. I want nothing more in this life than to be able to stay here, with you, loving you with every fiber of my being. “

“Then why-“

“I have been asked to do something of great importance to the well being of the Warehouse."

“I could help. Bering and Wells, saving the day!”

“No, Myka, I must do this alone. I have made horrible mistakes, darling, you know this. And while you have forgiven me a thousand times over, the others have yet to do so completely. The pain that I caused will haunt me forever. So, I have vowed that I will spend the rest of my life doing the Regents’ bidding if it allows me to make up for even a small percentage of that.”

“But, you were instrumental in neutralizing the Sykes threat. You saved the Warehouse. You saved us...you saved me. That has to count for something!”

“I’m still breathing, so I gather it does account for something,” Helena smiled as she pulled Myka into an embrace.

“But is simply breathing enough for you? Because I can tell you, it’s NOT enough for me. I need you to be living. Here, with me.”

“Myka, darling, I’ll be living with you wherever we are, because you are forever in my heart. And I would never voluntarily leave you. But this task...if it were not so incredibly important to our future, I would not be doing it. But it is. And I need to you to let me go, just for a short time. I need for you to have faith in me, in us. I need you to keep loving me.”

“Loving you is like racing you on a highway. We start out at the same pace, but then you always speed off. I have to keep pressing down on the gas pedal in hopes of catching up because you keep passing from view. And Helena, I simply can’t live if I don’t have you in my sights.”

“Then I shall make every effort to keep you in my rearview mirror, darling.”

“Stay. We’ve have been apart for so long, and I just need...please stay, just for tonight,” Myka begged as she stood and offered her hand
.
“Tonight,” Helena agreed as reached for Myka’s hand and allowed herself to be led up the stairs. She could start saving the world again in the morning, but for tonight, she needed to save her heart.

Fic: Right or Left, Up or Down (Battlestar Galactica: Kara Thrace/Laura Roslin)

dexstarr — Fri, 30 Nov 2012 18:36:59 GMT

Title: Right or Left, Up or Down
Author: dexstarr
Recipient: mermaidfangs, formerly letterstonorah
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica
Pairing: Kara Thrace/Laura Roslin
Rating: R
Word count: ~1,200
Warnings: None
Summary: A stolen moment.

Kara’s not sure which way is right or left, up or down.

She married Anders. She loves him. She does.

She thinks she does, anyway. In the light of day, when they’re together, doing whatever they have to do that day, Anders is the only person on her mind. She refuses to acknowledge the way she watches for the sun to set when she’s with him, waiting for the coming night.

She also refuses to think about Tuesday and Thursday, the two days she spends two hours in the school, teaching the rudiments of art to a scrawny bunch of kids. If Kara had a say in the curriculum, she wouldn’t even include art, but Laura says New Caprica needs it. Laura says the tents and shabby huts are brighter with a kid’s artwork hanging from the wall. Laura says it give the kids hope, and an outlet for their creativity.

Laura says.

Kara has to be careful not to say Laura says at the beginning of every sentence. Anders asked her why she was so into the former president, and though Kara brushed it off, she’s been careful ever since.

There’s no way she could explain why Laura has such a hold over her thoughts.

*

Kara’s always had a thing for teachers. Especially teachers who are too happy, too enthusiastic to pass on knowledge. And especially the teachers who are too delicate for their own good. Laura’s all dark red hair and smiles, much more relaxed since giving up the mantle of presidency. It’s almost as if she’s a totally different person. Kara wonders if Laura was like this before, back when she had been just a teacher, back on Caprica.

She likes to think of her lovers being happy. Before, during, after.

“Can you lean back some, so the light falls -- yeah, just like that.”

“Are you going to let me see it today?”

Kara glances between the sketchpad and her subject, shaking her head. “Frack no. I told you, not until I’m finished.”

“You drive a hard bargain, Captain Thrace.”

“Yeah.” Kara shifts on her seat, and thinks of the other bargain she wants to drive tonight. “And it’s not going to be done for a long time.”

Laura bites her lower lip, a coy gesture Kara usually can’t resist. But when she’s in the middle of sketching, and has been staring at Laura for so long that every curve of her body and every cable of her sweater is fresh in her mind, she has more control. It’s odd, considering every iota of her concentration is on Laura, trying to put everything she feels about her onto paper, but Kara falls into her art like she falls into battle: headfirst and without thinking.

“That’s not fair,” Laura says after a minute. “One might think you’re trying to take advantage of me.”

Kara pushes her pencil through the spiral binding at the top of the sketchpad. Adopting a tone of cheekiness, she asks, “And what do you think, Ms. Roslin? Am I taking advantage of you?”

Laura’s teeth flash white in the sun as she returns Kara’s impertinent tone with a teasing smile. “Oh, I think so. I doubt you’re actually drawing anything. I bet all you’re doing is staring.” Tilting her head back, she shakes out her hair with the confidence of a woman who knows her lover’s desire.

Launching herself off the stool, Kara’s standing in front of Laura’s desk before the older woman can blink. She pushes her body between Laura’s legs, hands on Laura’s knees. “You have the wrong idea about me. I haven’t taken advantage of you … yet.”

“Yet?” Laura blinks innocently, teeth nibbling on her lower lip again. Kara groans. Who would have thought the former President of the Twelve Colonies is such a minx?

Hands moving higher, up Laura’s thighs, Kara leans in close, mouth next to Laura’s ear. “Let’s play ‘Kara says.’”

Laura jerks her head in a nod, her hair tickling Kara’s nose. “I thought you’d never say so.”

It goes unspoken between them that Kara says is much better than Laura says. Laura doesn’t say it much, but Kara knows she worries about Anders finding out, and what he would do about their affair. After her slip-ups, Kara keeps quiet too. In space it wouldn’t matter, but it’s a different story on New Caprica.

Reaching into her back pocket, Kara pulls out a pair of handcuffs. They’re the handcuffs she wore on her first ever trip to the brig. The brig on Galactica, that is -- she has a few to keep track of. Some blip of sentimentality sent her back to the brig after her release to steal them; she’s held on to them ever since. “Wrists,” she says shortly. She doesn’t need to ask if Laura trusts her. They’ve already established that. Laura never would have asked Kara to come teach art at the school, if she didn’t trust her.

She fastens the cuffs carefully around Laura’s wrists, making sure the metal doesn’t pinch her skin. The only marks she likes on Laura are the ones she puts there herself. Laura sits passively through the process, which Kara drags out because she likes touching Laura as much as she can. The only sign of Laura’s excitement is the speeding up of her breath; she has a good triad face, one Kara enjoys cracking.

Laura tests the cuffs, making the thin chain connecting them jangle. “I can’t touch you now.”

“You mean you can’t strip me,” Kara corrects, a devious look in her eyes.

“Well, yes. That is one of my favorite parts.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll give you a show.”

Laura’s reaction to that is much more noticeable: her upper body moves towards Kara, and her breath catches in her throat. It’s not an offer Kara has ever felt comfortable enough to make before.

Unzipping her jacket, Kara wriggles out of it, letting it slide to the floor. She kicks it out of the way impatiently, boots following. She had left them unlaced earlier, in preparation for this. Hands tugging impatiently at her sweater, she pulls it over her head, revealing the twin tanks she still wears. Those fly behind Laura’s desk, leaving her in just a black sports bra and her pants. She rips her pants off, almost tripping in her hurry.

All in all, it takes her maybe sixty seconds to strip down to her sports bra and boxer briefs.

“You need to learn how to do a proper strip tease, Kara,” Laura murmurs, even as her eyes rake over the younger woman’s body. The sound of metal clanging fills the air around them; she can’t hold back her need to touch.

“Are you going to show me?”

“Of course.” Laura holds up her bound wrists. “However, these will be in the way.”

“Later,” Kara growls. She kisses Laura then, soft at first, and then harder, tongue teasing at the line of her lips, easing between them. Laura’s lips feels so good pressed against her own, the sweet taste of her filling Kara’s mouth.

It doesn’t matter which way is right or left, up or down.

All that matters is right in front of her.

Firefly Fic - Kaylee/River - R or NC17 - 1700 words

mermaidfangs — Fri, 30 Nov 2012 18:25:55 GMT

Title: Target Practise
Author: mermaidfangs, formerly letterstonorah
Recipient: wisdomeagle
Fandom: Firefly/Serenity
Pairing: Kaylee Frye/River Tam
Rating: R - NC17
Word count: 1700
Warnings: explicit sex
Summary: River contemplates the Universe, and Kaylee

I hope you like it : )

Miranda's Pet, The Devil Wears Prada, Miranda/Emily

joanne_c — Fri, 30 Nov 2012 15:06:40 GMT

Title: Miranda’s Pet
Author: Joanne
Recipient: Sadieflood
Fandom: The Devil Wears Prada
Pairing: Miranda/Emily
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 1900
Warnings: No standard warnings apply.
Summary: After her marriage breaks up, Miranda doesn’t have time to date.

"So," Miranda sipped her wine. "I’ve heard that you might need some handling."

She noticed Emily's eyes slide to her cleavage and her lips curled. She should have figured it out long ago. It had taken Andrea Sachs to open her eyes.

"Wh-what kind of handling, Ms Priestly?" Emily asked, tongue coming out to dampen her lips.

"Miranda." she answered. "And to answer you question, I don't know - yet." She noticed that the other woman wasn't meeting her gaze. She'd let her get away with it for the moment.

"I don't think I need handling. I hope you aren't about to tell me how to act as a woman, because that would be insulting, Miranda."

"Yes, it would, Emily," Miranda caressed the name with her mouth. "And the last thing I want to do is insult you." Time to meet her eyes, and Miranda didn't mind that she had to raise Emily's chin with a finger, any physical contact was good. "There's so many better things I could do with my mouth."

Emily flushed a deep red. "I'm sure there are, Miranda. But I don't think I want to know what you're thinking."

"Why not?"

"Because you're recently divorced, and I’m not anything like him, and I don’t mean because I’m a woman," she blurted out and then her eyes fell again. "Even if I wanted it, it's wrong, Miranda. I work for you."

"Someone once told me that as long as everyone consents, nothing is wrong between two people," Miranda replied. "And neither of us does anything we don't want to within that understanding."

"What kind of understanding?" Emily asked, still keeping her eyes averted.

"That I will never hurt you. For as long as we are together, no one else will be in my life, that we will explore each other and our..." another significant pause, "preferences. I enjoy women, as cliché as it is in our industry, there are very few men who capture my interest, none since my ex-husband. I think I’m going to keep it that way, at least if you say yes"

Emily considered. "Are you asking me to be your sex slave?"

Miranda almost choked on her wine. “Well. That’s quite a bit more direct. Not exactly. More a beneficial arrangement for us both, with the option for it to become more if we find feelings developing.”

"God," Miranda watched as Emily uncrossed and recrossed her legs, and noticed the slight tremble in her voice. "It sounds so calculating."

“Not really,” Miranda said. “It’s more a case of not wanting to waste time dating. I mean, really, how many glasses of wine and salads do you think I have time for?”

Emily nodded. “You’re a very busy woman, Miranda.”

“Exactly. Runway takes up most of my time. I don’t have the time to date, see if the sexual chemistry is there, then take someone to bed, only to find out it isn’t as there as I thought, and having to start again.”

“What if you do meet a man or someone else?” Emily asked.

“Our arrangement terminates if necessary,” Miranda said simply. “But I don’t think that’s very likely to happen, I won’t be actively looking for anyone.”

“I think I can make that work,” Emily nodded. “What if I meet someone?”

“You tell me and we see if our arrangement needs to be terminated,” Miranda replied. “I won’t coerce you to remain in it, but it may be possible to work around it.”

”Why don’t I get that option?” Emily asked.

”You do. I will let you know, but if I feel it’s best that we end things, we will. If you really want to end things with me, you do have that option,” Miranda said. “I just don’t think you will, and I really don’t think I will, either,” she admitted to Emily. “I’m just covering the bases so it doesn’t come up later.”

“Probably a good idea,” Emily said, still finding it hard to believe she was talking about entering into a sexual relationship with Miranda Priestly. Perhaps, too, there was some regret that it wasn’t the type she had allowed herself to have pipe dreams of.

"So what do you say?" Miranda asked. It wouldn't do to let her get too distracted.

Emily worried her bottom lip with her teeth. There was, after all, only one answer. "Yes."

"Good. We’ll start with some more talking. While I said I would never hurt you, that doesn’t mean I won’t help you find some pleasure where you might have only thought pain could be.”

Emily’s eyes widened. She’d heard about this. “I understand,” she said. She was curious.

”You’ll have a safe term,” Miranda said. “A word or phrase that we would never say during sex.”

“K-Mart,” Emily said without thinking.

Miranda chuckled. “Or ever, clearly,” she nodded, though. “So what might you be looking for?” she asked. “From me?”

"I don't have anyone to talk about work with when I come home," Emily said. "I feel like it's all for... nothing."

Ah, Miranda smiled, she knew what it was that Emily needed, and she knew she could give it to her. She always liked knowing that. And, of course, once she told Emily, she knew the younger woman would be very grateful and there were so many ways for such a pretty girl to show gratitude. "You can come to me," she said. "If you want to."

"”Like a real couple? Or at least real friends?" Emily murmured.

“Like friends. I hope we will at least become that,” Miranda nodded.

"I’d like that,” Emily said. “I admire you, and I’ve always wanted something more than simply to be your assistant."

Miranda inclined her head, acknowledging without words. "And I'm used to the things you'll tell me..."

"Will we have a real relationship?" Emily asked. “I mean,” she said, knowing what Miranda had said before, “Will you take me out? Not to fashion parties, but for coffee, or to a show?”

”Yes,” Miranda said. “It won’t always be obvious what our relationship is. Just as long as you don’t expect rock concerts. I can’t bear anything that loud. The symphony, though, that we can do.”

"I can see that" Emily agreed. "I just don’t want to be a dirty little secret."

"More a well kept secret, and the dirty part depends," Miranda said.

"I was wondering if we might see how this might go, " Emily said. Her gaze lingered on Miranda's lips.

"Let's go into the other room, it's more relaxing," Miranda said. Leading Emily in, she sat on the couch and pulled Emily down with her. She wasn't sure, not yet, what the girl needed sexually, and she didn't want to rush into something she didn't want. "How experienced are you with women?" she asked, letting a hand fall to caress Emily's thigh through her pants.

"Lots of experimentation in college, one serious relationship, a few one night stands," Emily answered. "You?"

Miranda smiled, not even thinking it was too forward of her. "Not as much as you, but enough to know what I’m doing, let’s put it that way."

"May I ask," Emily said, very quietly, "if there's been a serious woman for you?"

"Not until you,” Miranda said. “I’ve never met anyone I thought might work with my schedule and other parts of my life.”

"Thank you for taking a chance on me," Emily said softly, placing a hand over Elzabeth's on her leg. "But, if I may be bold again, I think the foreplay is over."

"Oh darling, it's only just begun," Miranda chuckled. "And we are not finished talking. I want to know what you like. I want to know what makes your pretty little nipples go all hard. What makes your pussy so wet you have to get relief before it shows."

"Talk like that's a pretty good start," Emily gasped, moving closer to Miranda. "I like to be told what to do. I like to be spanked, called a naughty girl, and anything else you think is appropriate. I like toys, I love to be filled, and I love to have my ass played with almost as much as my pussy. My clit is extremely sensitive once I've come once and if you play with it right, I can come two or three times. Sometimes more." She paused, gasping for breath. "I would like to be your pet..."

"You already are," Miranda said. Her hand moved between Emily's legs. "You're soaked, you naughty girl, I can feel it through your clothes." She shook her head, but she was smiling. "We should get you out of these before it stains..." she pushed her hand hard against Emily's pussy, seeking her clit, rubbing the seam of her pants against her slit.

"If... god, you want me to be able to wear these, please, Mistress, stop," Emily gasped. "Please... I don 't want you to but you said..."

"I'll loan you something," Miranda said, and her hand never stopped working Emily's pussy through her pants, not until she could feel the girl trembling under her touch. "Come," she said, softly, and rubbed where she could feel the nub of Emily's clit.

Emily did, and her scream was rather loud. Miranda hoped no one heard her. She held Emily through the aftershocks, feeling her shake through it.

"Good pet," Miranda said, finally kissing Emily, soft and gentle, as the girl lifted her head. "We're going to the bedroom to play, now," she said. "Unless of course that was enough."

"You didn't come, Mistress," Emily said. "It couldn't be enough until you do. If I may have the gift of you coming for me."

"Oh you may have that," Miranda said. "I insist on it..." and she helped Emily up. "I like obedience, a girl who knows what she's doing, and I can come about the same amount as you with the right stimulation." She ached, her pussy throbbing, and she knew as soon as they were naked, relief for herself was the first thing that would be needed. She took Emily to the bedroom and stripped herself because she was too impatient to wait for Emily to fumble with unfamiliar buttons and fastenings. She instructed Emily to do the same and as soon as Miranda was naked, she lay across the bed.

Emily hadn't quite finished stripping but it was only a matter of a few moments before she joined Miranda. "Tell me what to do," she whispered, even as one hand cupped one of Miranda's breasts.

"I need to come," Miranda said. "I'm aching for your touch. I'd prefer your mouth but if you'd rather save that for a longer, more intense time, your hands should be more than enough."

"I'll use my mouth, Mistress," Emily replied, and moved down between Miranda's legs, tongue darting out to lick her clit.

Miranda moaned, and tried to instruct Emily, urging for more tongue pressure, then for fingers inside her as well, and then she became incoherent as Emily found so many places that were sensitive. Almost before she knew it, Miranda came, hard.

Emily looked up at Miranda, and smiled. "Did your pet please you, Mistress?" Her face was glowing with Miranda's juices.

"So very much," Miranda said, and pulled Emily up to kiss her again. As her hand wandered down Emily's back to her ass, Miranda decided that her pet really would need a spanking. And a good, old-fashioned fucking with Miranda's strap-on. But that could wait until later.

Emily was much calmer and more efficient at her job starting from that day. Only Miranda knew why.

Hart of Dixie Lemon/Zoe

turnonmyheels — Fri, 30 Nov 2012 13:22:23 GMT

Title: How Lemon Breeland Found the Groove (She Never Knew She Lost)
Fandom: Hart of Dixie
Author: turnonmyheels
Pairing: Lemon/Zoe
Rating: General Audiences
Summary: Season two fic set before the Mayor Election. Lemon takes a long look at her life and doesn't like what she sees.
Notes: Thank you ldthomps and thistle90 for the *wonderful* betas. Thank you mods for running this ficathon once again, already looking forward to next year
Recipient: flipflop_diva

Fic!!!

You May Have My Number (Avengers, Natasha Romanoff/Maria Hill) for resolute

sexonastick — Fri, 30 Nov 2012 09:44:57 GMT

Title: You May Have My Number
Author: sexonastick
Recipient: resolute
Fandom: Marvel Avengers Movieverse
Pairing: Natasha Romanoff/Maria Hill
Rating: PG-13
Word count: Around 5,600 words.
Warnings: Normal amount of Avengers violence. No standard warnings apply.
Summary: Spy, soldier, misunderstandings, and cold meals.
AO3 Mirror: You May Have My Number
Notes: Honestly more of a DC girl myself, but researching for this added a few things to my pull list. Thanks to thebasseffect for being a very tolerant beta. Any mistakes are probably my own last minute tweaks.

( "Feel the earth move and then." )

Fic: Stork Stories (Glee, Santana/Brittany, G)

holyfant — Fri, 30 Nov 2012 08:45:44 GMT

Title: Stork Stories
Author: holyfant
Recipient: bewarethesmirk
Fandom: Glee
Pairing: Santana Lopez/Brittany Pierce
Rating: G
Word count: 2,000
Warnings: none
Notes: Thanks to drinkingcocoa for the beta! bewarethesmirk, I hope you enjoy.
Summary: It's disgusting. After Regionals, Quinn disappears through the doors of the maternity ward, taking all of the drama with her, and everyone – even Rachel – goes quiet. It's unbearable.

Here on AO3

Masterlist by Recipient (on Dreamwidth)

mosca — Fri, 30 Nov 2012 06:31:10 GMT

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Help help needed pinch-hit

callmesandy — Tue, 27 Nov 2012 03:48:58 GMT

Hello everybody, we need a pinch hit and unfortunately, no one on the pinch hit list can do it. Please please look under the cut and see if you can?

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Signups start right now and end on Tuesday, October 2, at 11:59 PM EDT.

Assignments will go out by Monday, October 8. And probably earlier than that.

Stories are due on Friday, November 30, at 11:59 PM EDT. All stories must be posted on that day. If you know you'll be away from your computer on November 30, we'll be happy to post for you on the due date.

Signups are open on both LJ and Dreamwidth. Please don't sign up on both - pick your favorite journaling service!

Rules:

- You can make up to six requests. You must make at least four requests.

- At least one request, and up to three, must be in the listed fandoms. Up to three requests may be in wildcard fandoms. The more requests you make, the easier it is to match you with a writer.

- You must be willing to write in at least one listed fandom. The more fandoms you are happy to write in, the easier it is to match you with a recipient.

- Listed fandoms are the 24 fandoms on the official femslash12 list. We compiled the list based on last week's poll, considering vote count as well as diversity of media types and genres.

The listed fandoms are as follows:

Avatar: The Last Airbender

Buffy TV universe (Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Angel: The Series)

Community

DC Comics universe: Batman family (Batwoman, Batgirl, Birds of Prey, etc.)

The Devil Wears Prada (movie)

Discworld series - Terry Pratchett

Disney animated films (Disney princesses: The Little Mermaid, Cinderella, Sleeping Beauty, Beauty & the Beast, Mulan, The Princess & the Frog, Brave, etc.)

Doctor Who: "New Who" (Nine, Ten, Eleven, Torchwood, Sarah Jane Adventures)

Game of Thrones (TV series)

Glee

The Good Wife

Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling (books and movies)

Homestuck

The Hunger Games trilogy - Suzanne Collins

Legend of Korra

Lost Girl

Marvel Avengers movieverse (The Avengers, Iron Man, Thor, Captain America, The Incredible Hulk)

Once Upon a Time

Pokemon game universe

Puella Magi Madoka Magica

Revolutionary Girl Utena

Rizzoli & Isles (TV series)

Sailor Moon

Warehouse 13

- Wildcard fandoms include any fandom not on the above list. Books, movies, TV, anime and manga, theater, video games, songs, webcomics, and print comics are all fine. Basically, if you're a fan of it, you can request fic of it.

- This ficathon is RPF friendly. There were no RPF fandoms nominated for the list this year, but we welcome and encourage RPF wildcard requests and offers.

- You may make one request per fandom. In each request, you should ask for at least one pairing. You may ask for as many pairings as you want. However, if you request more than one pairing, the writer assigned to you only has to write one of those pairings.

- Each request should list the name of the fandom and the name of the featured pairing. Please spell out the characters' names: abbreviations and portmanteaus/smooshes will confuse the mods and possibly your recipient.

- Each wildcard request should list the fandom as specifically as possible.

- You may request a crossover as ONE of your wildcards.

- Please don't make any f/m or m/m requests.

- You may request threesomes and moresomes as long as all participants are female. However, if you do so, you must also request a two-person pairing for that fandom. In other words, if you request a threesome or moresome, you must also give your writer the option of writing a two-person pairing in that fandom.

- You may request fic about any character who canonically identifies as female. You may request fic about transgender women, such as Alexis fromUgly Betty. You may also request fic about genderqueer and gender-questioning characters with female anatomy, such as Franky from Skins UK.

- You may not request fic about characters who are male-identified in canon. That means you may not request genderswap or "always a girl" fics.

- This is a femslash ficathon, not a friendship ficathon. That means there should be some kind of f/f romance, longing, kissing, love, and/or sex. You're welcome to request and write fic about asexual characters as long as it's in the spirit of this rule.

- In your signup, please list ALL of the fandoms that you think you can write in. Please DO NOT list pairing restrictions or canon restrictions, as we will not be able to option of writing a two-person pairing in that fandom.

- Stories MUST be at least 1000 words long. We are really serious about this; pou can commit to writing your story. We mods make sure that everyone receives a fic in this exchange, so dropouts and no-shows mean that we have to scramble to find a pinch hitter, and often that a sad recipient has to wait. Still, we understand that life happens, and some people inevitably have to drop out. If you realize that you can't complete your assignment, please contact us by email as soon as possible.

- If you signed up last year and were a no-show (i.e. you didn't notify us in advance that you were dropping out, and you didn't submit a story on time) you may not sign up for femslash12.

- Please let us know if you can write a pinch hit. When a writer drops out of the ficathon, we have to find someone else to write the story originally assigned to them. If you think you'll be able to write a second story - possibly on short notice - say "yes," and we'll add you to our pinch hitter list.

- Comments and questions should be sent to femslashmods@gmail.com . Both mods check that email account regularly, so it's the best way to get in touch with both of us at once.

To sign up, fill out the following form and comment to this post with it.

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Here's a sample signup, for your formatting convenience:

Name/LJ Name/Dreamwidth Name: Rosebud the Dragon Princess / dragonrosebud / dragonrosebud

E-mail: dragon.princess.rosebud.vii@gmail.com

Listed fandom requests:
1. Warehouse 13: Myka Bering/HG Wells, Myka Bering/Claudia Donovan, Claudia Donovan/HG Wells, Myka Bering/Leena, Claudia Donovan/Leena, HG Wells/Leena
2. Marvel Avengers movieverse: Pepper Potts/Natasha Romanoff, Natasha Romanoff/Maria Hill, Pepper Potts/Natasha Romanoff/Maria Hill
3. Legend of Korra: Korra/Asami

Wildcard fandom requests:
1. The Hunger Games/Harry Potter: Katniss Everdeen/Hermione Granger
2. Lost Girl RPF: Anna Silk/Zoie Palmer, Anna Silk/Ksenia Solo
3. Mass Effect 3: Shepard/Liara T'Soni

Listed fandom offers:
Avatar: The Last Airbender, Buffy TV universe, DC Comics Universe: Batman family, Harry Potter, Legend of Korra, Marvel Avengers Movieverse, Sailor Moon

Wildcard fandom offers:
30 Rock, Alphas, Azumanga Daioh, Battlestar Galactica (2003), Bodacious Space Pirates, Bunheads, Cardcaptor Sakura, The Closer/Major Crimes, Damages, Downton Abbey, Emelan series - Tamora Pierce, Fate series, Final Fantasy XIII & XIII-2, Fringe, Fullmetal Alchemist, Glee RPF, Gokaiger, Grey's Anatomy, Gunnerkrigg Court, Heroes, Kannazuki no Miko, The L-Word, Lagrange: The Flower of Rin-ne, Legend of the Seeker, Leverage, Mai-HIME, Maria-sama ga Miteru, Marvel Avengers comics universe, Marvel X-Men comics universe, MaMass Effect series, The Mentalist, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, NCIS, Noir, Olympic Gymnastics RPF, Parks and Recreation, Persona 4, Political Animals, Power Rangers, Pretty Cure (all series), Pretty Little Liars, Primeval, Questionable content, Runaways (comics), Scandal, Sherlock (BBC TV series), Simoun, Sinbad (2011 TV series),A Song of Ice and Fire series - George R. R. Martin, Spartacus TV universe, St. Trinian's (2007-2009 movies), Star Trek XI, Strawberry Panic, Suits, Teen Wolf (TV series), Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles, Tortall series - Tamora Pierce, True Blood, The Vampire Diaries, Veronica Mars, Wheel of Time series - Robert Jordan, Wicked, X-Men Movieverse (1-3), X-Men First Class

Can you write a pinch hit? Yes

If you need to change your signup, you can just edit the comment you wrote it in. Deleting your comment and posting a new one is also fine. You have until October 2.