Fandoms #2 (BtVS) & #3 (Skyrim)
Title: Run, Run, Run
Author: AFTanith
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Wordcount: 160
Rating: Teen+
Characters: Buffy Summers & Dawn Summers
Warning(s): Season Six Spoilers, (canonical) Suicidal Ideation
Prompt(s): Written for 40fandoms and dailyprompt Prompt for 2017-03-05, "the easy way out"*.
Notes: *While the phrase in question inspired me to write about Buffy's suicidal depression (a character arc with which I strongly identify, to be perfectly frank), I do not endorse the notion of suicide being "the easy way out". YMMV, and I am not interested in arguing the point.
Summary: Buffy is back from the dead, but she didn't ask to be.
Buffy Summers stands at the height of a swaying metal tower. Its structure is far past unsound; this is a construct of insanity, the labor performed by a horde of victims to a brain-sucking hell goddess with no respect for either safety regulations or human lives. Under no circumstances should a person ever trust their life to this tower, and yet Buffy Summer stands here all the same.
She stares far down at the concrete below her, and her body aches as if its every bone has been smashed. There is grave dirt beneath her fingernails and terror set deep into the primal part of her brain, and all she can think is run, run, run back to the warmth and the glowing light she left behind.
It will only hurt for a moment.
Buffy steps to the edge, and she readies herself to dive.
And then, like a bolt of lightning shattering the dark, Dawn's voice breaks the silence.
Title: Ghost Shore
Author: AFTanith
Fandom: Skyrim
Wordcount: 30
Rating: Teen
Pairing(s): Female Dragonborn/Serana
Prompt(s): Written for 40fandoms and femslashficlets challenge #099 - ocean.
Notes: I think this is shaping up to be a nonsexual romantic relationship? I definitely see F!DB/Serana building up a really intense emotional bond, and I really like the idea of it evolving into a romance.
Summary: Skyrim is freezing, and vampires run cold. (Even a Nord is only so resilient.)
Malene stares out at the Sea of Ghosts, huddling for warmth with Meeko beneath her heavy cloak of sabre cat fur. In spite of the dog, her Nord blood, and the thick pelts, she's still chilled to the bone, and neither the tent nor the fire before it offer much respite. She's liable to become another of the ocean's specters at this point.
"Cold?" comes Serana's voice, rich and amused but barely audible beneath the wind, and as Malene gives her a shivery nod, the vampire ducks into her tent and sits down at her side.
"You're not, I take it?" Mal asks. "Daughter of Coldhabour doesn't sound like the kind of title you get if you're scared of a Skyrim winter, after all."
Serana laughs. "To be fair, I would have thought someone with 'dragon blood' wouldn't be so easily chilled, either."
"That makes two of us," Malene agrees, and if it sounds like she's sulking, they both pretend otherwise.
They sit in silence for a few moments, though the howling gale outside the tent never quits. Meeko drifts off to sleep against Mal's chest, and Mal is sure that the scent of dog will cling to her cloak for weeks.
Finally, Serana breaks the relative quiet. "I'd offer to stay in here with you tonight--you know, huddle together for warmth and all that. But a vampire in your bedroll won't do you much good tonight, I'm sure; you don't need me sapping what little heat you have left." She stands, and Mal watches in faint surprise as she steps out of the tent flap. "See you in the morning, Mal. Goodnight."
"Goodnight," Mal echoes as the other woman disappears into the snow, and in spite of the numbness of the cold, she feels herself start to blush.
Author: AFTanith
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Wordcount: 160
Rating: Teen+
Characters: Buffy Summers & Dawn Summers
Warning(s): Season Six Spoilers, (canonical) Suicidal Ideation
Prompt(s): Written for 40fandoms and dailyprompt Prompt for 2017-03-05, "the easy way out"*.
Notes: *While the phrase in question inspired me to write about Buffy's suicidal depression (a character arc with which I strongly identify, to be perfectly frank), I do not endorse the notion of suicide being "the easy way out". YMMV, and I am not interested in arguing the point.
Summary: Buffy is back from the dead, but she didn't ask to be.
Buffy Summers stands at the height of a swaying metal tower. Its structure is far past unsound; this is a construct of insanity, the labor performed by a horde of victims to a brain-sucking hell goddess with no respect for either safety regulations or human lives. Under no circumstances should a person ever trust their life to this tower, and yet Buffy Summer stands here all the same.
She stares far down at the concrete below her, and her body aches as if its every bone has been smashed. There is grave dirt beneath her fingernails and terror set deep into the primal part of her brain, and all she can think is run, run, run back to the warmth and the glowing light she left behind.
It will only hurt for a moment.
Buffy steps to the edge, and she readies herself to dive.
And then, like a bolt of lightning shattering the dark, Dawn's voice breaks the silence.
Title: Ghost Shore
Author: AFTanith
Fandom: Skyrim
Wordcount: 30
Rating: Teen
Pairing(s): Female Dragonborn/Serana
Prompt(s): Written for 40fandoms and femslashficlets challenge #099 - ocean.
Notes: I think this is shaping up to be a nonsexual romantic relationship? I definitely see F!DB/Serana building up a really intense emotional bond, and I really like the idea of it evolving into a romance.
Summary: Skyrim is freezing, and vampires run cold. (Even a Nord is only so resilient.)
Malene stares out at the Sea of Ghosts, huddling for warmth with Meeko beneath her heavy cloak of sabre cat fur. In spite of the dog, her Nord blood, and the thick pelts, she's still chilled to the bone, and neither the tent nor the fire before it offer much respite. She's liable to become another of the ocean's specters at this point.
"Cold?" comes Serana's voice, rich and amused but barely audible beneath the wind, and as Malene gives her a shivery nod, the vampire ducks into her tent and sits down at her side.
"You're not, I take it?" Mal asks. "Daughter of Coldhabour doesn't sound like the kind of title you get if you're scared of a Skyrim winter, after all."
Serana laughs. "To be fair, I would have thought someone with 'dragon blood' wouldn't be so easily chilled, either."
"That makes two of us," Malene agrees, and if it sounds like she's sulking, they both pretend otherwise.
They sit in silence for a few moments, though the howling gale outside the tent never quits. Meeko drifts off to sleep against Mal's chest, and Mal is sure that the scent of dog will cling to her cloak for weeks.
Finally, Serana breaks the relative quiet. "I'd offer to stay in here with you tonight--you know, huddle together for warmth and all that. But a vampire in your bedroll won't do you much good tonight, I'm sure; you don't need me sapping what little heat you have left." She stands, and Mal watches in faint surprise as she steps out of the tent flap. "See you in the morning, Mal. Goodnight."
"Goodnight," Mal echoes as the other woman disappears into the snow, and in spite of the numbness of the cold, she feels herself start to blush.