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A Matter of Patience- A Winry/Lan Fan fic

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This was supposed to be shoooort. Okay, this is an AU where Lan Fan and Fu accepted Ed’s offer to take Lan Fan to Winry after she lost her arm.

Winry was finally trudging to her bed after a late night of work when she heard the muffled crying.

She knocked softly on the door of the room it came from. “Lan Fan?”

There was no response. She opened the door and poked her head in. Lan Fan was hunched over in her cot, her face buried in her blankets.

“Hey,” Winry said softly. “Are you in pain or something? Do you want me to get your grandfather?”

“I’m not in pain,” Lan Fan mumbled into her knees.

Winry  was doubtful about this as she looked over an Fan and the monstrous tangle of wires currently attached to the mechanism that had recently been installed in her stump. A scent of blood still hung in the air, telling her that the other girl must have been coughing it up not too long ago.

She shut the door behind her and sat down on the stool beside the bed. “There’s no shame in needing someone to sit up with you, you know. I sat up with Ed every night. I’m an old pro, if you’d rather it be me than your grandfather.”

“He should be looking for the Young Lord,” Lan Fan snapped, still not looking at Winry. “Not here. “

Winry hesitated. “I don’t know Ling very well, but I’m pretty sure he would approve of your grandfather’s decision to stick around to make sure you’re safe while you’re in recovery.”

“He probably would, but that doesn’t make it any less of a bad decision,” Lan Fan said. “We have to look at the big picture. We must  rescue the Young Lord right away and bring him back to Xing with the philosopher’s stone… or our people will die. Our priorities are clear. It is idiotic that Grandfather’s stuck here on my account.”

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A Matter of Patience- A Winry/Lan Fan fic

This was supposed to be shoooort. Okay, this is an AU where Lan Fan and Fu accepted Ed’s offer to take Lan Fan to Winry after she lost her arm.

Winry was finally trudging to her bed after a late night of work when she heard the muffled crying.

She knocked softly on the door of the room it came from. “Lan Fan?”

There was no response. She opened the door and poked her head in. Lan Fan was hunched over in her cot, her face buried in her blankets.

“Hey,” Winry said softly. “Are you in pain or something? Do you want me to get your grandfather?”

“I’m not in pain,” Lan Fan mumbled into her knees.

Winry  was doubtful about this as she looked over an Fan and the monstrous tangle of wires currently attached to the mechanism that had recently been installed in her stump. A scent of blood still hung in the air, telling her that the other girl must have been coughing it up not too long ago.

She shut the door behind her and sat down on the stool beside the bed. “There’s no shame in needing someone to sit up with you, you know. I sat up with Ed every night. I’m an old pro, if you’d rather it be me than your grandfather.”

“He should be looking for the Young Lord,” Lan Fan snapped, still not looking at Winry. “Not here. “

Winry hesitated. “I don’t know Ling very well, but I’m pretty sure he would approve of your grandfather’s decision to stick around to make sure you’re safe while you’re in recovery.”

“He probably would, but that doesn’t make it any less of a bad decision,” Lan Fan said. “We have to look at the big picture. We must  rescue the Young Lord right away and bring him back to Xing with the philosopher’s stone… or our people will die. Our priorities are clear. It is idiotic that Grandfather’s stuck here on my account.”

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Femslash February fic- Breaking and Entering

Finally finished this! Pairing is Hermione/Ginny from the Harry Potter series, set during the summer before Hermione’s fourth year.

“Nononononooooo”

Hermione really should have known better than to try a dive and twist. She should have stuck to what she’d known- slow and steady wins the race. But Ron’s mocking had caught up with her after her fifth missed catch. “I think my Aunt Muriel flies better than you, Hermione!”

When he’d dared her to try a sharp dive “anything above a mile an hour” – she knew he had expected her to refuse. In fact, his and Harry’s pleading for her not to really try it when she’d said “Well maybe I will!” had just fueled the fire.

She had wanted to show them what it felt like to have to put up with friends doing ridiculous and reckless things out of the blue- maybe now they’d know how she felt having to watch them fly around and beat themselves black and blue, and for what? A stupid game?

Now, with the ground coming at her at over ninety miles an hour, hearing Ron’s shocked gasp no longer seemed quite worth it. She tried desperately to slow down, pull up, but it was far too late.  The end of her broom collided hard with the ground, and she was bucked off it like a rider thrown off a wild horse and sent tumbling head over heels.

She managed to land feet first thanks to doing an entire rotation in the air, but her leg folded under her awkwardly when she finally hit the dirt. She felt a sharp pain shoot up her ankle and hissed. Lovely. Just…lovely.

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lol girls shipping f/f fetishizes queer women

shit man

and yes, someone can implement  f/f in a feminist way because it’s in inherently subversive to the male-centered status quo as a complete rejection of any romantic and sexual dependence with men and the male gaze! if you’re a chick or genderqueer peep writing it that is!

I totes want to write/draw lesbian Rule63!Ed and Winry now. The only lesbian Ed/Winry fic I ever saw was awful so it’s definitely a gap fandom needs to fill. 

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LOOK I FOUND A NAO X AKANE AMV

and that made me think of June first off

associating ships with people is a thing i do now apparently.

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It’s really cute.

I can’t believe I’m actually just going around reading fanfic, it’s been forever since I did that, but it’s actually pretty easy to locate stuff that might be good on this site.

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Touch- a short Anthy x Utena fic

To be honest I was disappointed with the fic I did for Anthy x Utena before- it was fluff, but by trying to have it make sense, it relied too much on contrived coincidence. So I did this one, which is much shorter and a little less happy-go-lucky. Warning, it does mention the past in-canon sexual assault both Utena and Anthy have experienced- not in detail, nor does it describe it, it just alludes to it and explores the possibility of them being triggered (in a vague sort of way). Mentions injuries and scarring. Also mentions sex more directly than my fics usually do (since I’m a hopless asexual virgin and all) but it doesn’t go into detail. I like this one much better than the other one right now.

Touch was a funny thing for both of them.

One time, Anthy grabbed Utena from behind, looping her arms around her and hugging her tightly. She let go quickly when she felt Utena flinch, shudder under her hands. Utena turned around and gave her a pained smile and say “Sorry. Really, it’s all right.” But it wasn’t all right. Anthy never approached her from behind again. The weight of the memory was too much.

Anthy wondered if Utena would ever feel comfortable turning her back on her.

And…

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Full Haruka x Michiru series of short fics- Sleeping on the Couch

Purity and Pain (set after episode 102)

Haruka was spread out on Michiru’s couch, her feet dangling off the armrests. Michiru sat in an armchair across from her, watching her snore.

It was so stupid Haruka wouldn’t sleep in her bed.

“I can’t kick you out,” she’d protested. “The couch is fine for me.”

“Don’t be silly, you’re injured,” Michiru snapped.

“Look, if it’s that big a deal, I can drive back to my place.”

“I refuse to let you do that. You’re dead on your feet and there’s no reason to make you go home. If you’re worried about kicking me out of bed, I could…it’s a big bed, so we could just…share.”

Haruka stared at her for a second. Michiru did her best to keep her face impassive.

“N-no… that’s… I’m not going to impose…the couch is definitely a better plan.”

Michiru shook her head as Haruka turned away. The woman would flirt with anything that moved, but the thought of a little intimacy turned her into a deer in headlights.

Of course, would Michiru have been able to restrain herself in the same bed with Haruka? Or would she have ended up “compromising the mission”?

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Parts 2 and 3 of my Haruka x Michiru fic

Part 1 is here. Set after various moments in S. The first on in this post is set after episode 111, and the last on is set after Haruka and Michiru left town in episode 126. I’ll post the whole fic in one post later tonight.

Lies and Loneliness

Michiru had insisted on taking the couch. Haruka knew this was a dig at her, in typical Michiru style. She decided to passive aggressively respond the same way Michiru had- by also refusing to take the bed.

She sat beside Michiru on her couch. The TV was playing, but neither of them were really paying attention. Haruka stole glances at the girl beside her and she could feel Michiru stealing glances at her when she was working.

Haruka felt utterly exhausted and she was sure Michiru felt the same. They had both had their hearts ripped out today and all. Yet here they were, pretending they weren’t tired.

 “You lied to me,” she said to Michiru, finally. “You never planned to keep your end of our deal.”

She expected for Michiru to deny it, to say she hadn’t meant to, to give some sort of justification. But she didn’t. She simply nodded.

“Why…did you lie to me?” Haruka’s heart beat a little faster as she asked the question. She both dreaded and anticipated the answer. “You were the one who came up with the deal in the first place…”

Michiru gave a faint smile. “I think you can figure out the answer.”

Haruka snorted, crossing her arms. “It was unfair of you.”

“Haruka, what about our situation was ever fair?” Michiru said lightly.

“No. No, you can’t brush this off.” Haruka sprang up from the couch, pointing her finger like a malediction. “You set it up so I’d have to be alone, but you wouldn’t be. It was selfish!”

“Yes.” Michiru responded, meeting Haruka’s incensed glare with a cool, steady gaze. “Yes, I am a selfish person. I’ve never pretended otherwise. Getting you involved with me in the first place was selfish. It was the least I could do to ensure you wouldn’t get hurt.”

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