Entry tags:

drabble, fandom: his dark materials, fandom: simoun, femslash/yuri, rating: pg

femslash100 drabbles
Two drabbles written for femslash100 challenge #140: Remainder.

Disclaimer: The following drabbles are works of fiction. Any illegal acts taking place within that fiction are NOT condoned by the author. Depictions of any questionable, illegal, or potentially illegal activity in said fiction does not mean that I condone, promote, support, participate in, or approve of said activity. I grasp the distinction between fiction and reality and trust that readers will do the same. I do not profit from the fan fiction I write, and all rights to the characters remain firmly in the hands of their creator.


Author: Bitterfig
Title: Emerald and Teal
Fandom: Simoun
Pairing: Dominura/Limone
Word Count: 110
Challenge #140: Remainder (Challenge #133: Green)
Rating: PG
Warnings: Spoilers for the series.
Author’s Note: This is set around the time of the final episode of the Simoun anime.

Emerald and Teal


Limone.

The teal haired child I swept away with my ambitions has grown into a woman here, in this place where all my memories are in the future.

Limone.

You were a tool to me.

Your brilliant mind, your pure and tender heart were for me the means to attain the Emerald Ri Majon.

To me, the Emerald Ri Majon was the shining star, the fulfillment of all things.

To you, it was a step along the way. A confession of love rather than a final consummation. A beginning rather than an end.

Is this why I fade away into the clouds while you walk with certainty into the future?



Author: Bitterfig
Title: The Dinner Guest
Fandom: Phillip Pullman’s His Dark Materials
Pairing: Lyra/Mrs. Coulter
Word Count: 185
Warnings: Incestuous overtones, though I do think that there’s a basis for it in canon.
Challenge #40: Remainder (I originally wrote this for Challenge #136: Gold and finished it a couple hours after the challenge ended.)



The Dinner Guest

Lyra arrived at dinner expecting a dull evening with yet another female scholar eager to prove she could be as to be bored by another female scholar desperately trying to gain some respect by demonstrating that they could be every bit as pompous and long-winded as the men.

She was completely unprepared for Mrs. Coulter. From the moment she made her entrance, the dinner guest owned everyone in the room, even Lyra.
Lyra most of all.

Mrs. Coulter spoke of a life of freedom and adventure, while her teasing eyes promised Lyra things the girl had never realized she wanted—affection, attention, someone equal to her.
Beneath the table, Mrs. Coulter’s golden monkey stroked Pantalaimon, holding him almost too close, almost too tight. Lyra saw this, felt it, but she let herself be taken in by Mrs. Coulter’s charms.

Lyra was too young, too innocent to understand that she had been seduced though later, when she found herself trapped in the gilt cage of Mrs. Coulter’s home, Lyra had to admit that she had finally encountered someone who was a better liar than she was.