Some more 100_women--1/4 done
Title: People Change
Author: agunagirlafix
Fandom: Lufia II
Character: Tia
Rating: G
Prompt: 016 Love from 100_women
Word Count: 118
She had told Guy the truth. She couldn’t cry, no matter how hard she tried. It wasn’t just the story she had told him, about how she had learned that crying wasn’t the answer and she just… had never cried again. It was the second part of their conversation. Yes, she loved Maxim, but she didn’t love the Maxim he had become. People change; she knew that inherently, but she didn’t want to believe that Maxim would have changed. Iris, Iris had done this to her. Iris had broken her love, telling Maxim that he was needed; he was the one who had to save the world. But she couldn’t cry. Because she didn’t love Maxim the Warrior.
Title: Communion
Author: agunagirlafix
Fandom: The Silmarillion
Character: Irdil Celebrindal
Rating: PG
Prompt: 017 Lust from 100_women
Word Count: 310
Elves, especially High-Elves, do not lust. It is not within their emotion. The Law of the Eldar even specifically states that while the Fair Folk desire union, it is the union they desire, and their desire for union abates after childbearing. Lust was a seemingly impossible emotion in a culture where even having sex once was considered marriage. There was no year-long engagement, silver and gold rings, but to every other Elf, it was obvious that they were married, taken. Lust, perhaps, was only reserved for your true love, and even then, it wasn’t an emotion an Elf could truly understand, or should be able to understand. Lust was against the Elven nature; lust was something reserved for Iluvatar’s less revered.
And incest, another taboo, something that shouldn’t be desired, especially when the character of the one who desires you is not the fair nature you had grown up with. Maeglin was her cousin and every fiber of her being strained against his advances.
But even odder was the fact that Idril had not gotten married by the time she was nearly 200, an omen that was never clear to the Elves, but clear enough that it showed odd things to the un-wed one.
Love was not lust, but she had fallen in love with a human, and much to her surprise, engagement was allowed by her father, and they wed, only the second marriage of a Man and an Elf. Lust was something she had grown accustomed to, and perhaps understood, married to a human. But it always seemed like there was a gap between them, emotions they couldn’t fathom of each other, especially as Tuor grew older. Sometimes, she wished she could lust for him, as he had her, just so she could bond to his soul, understand him innately, but she knew it was all in vain.
Title: Who We Were
Author: agunagirlafix
Fandom: X-Men 616 Comicverse
Character: Mystique
Rating: G
Prompt: 018 Truth from 100_women
Word Count: 176
Had it been so long that she had forgotten what the truth was? Did she even know how old she was? She knew her name-she had raised Rogue with her real name, Raven, but beyond that… what did she know? Was Raven even her real name? Or had she been living a lie so long that the truth had finally evaded her?
The blue marked skin slowly receded, leaving the creamy white below, her hair fading to a dark black, her eyes narrowing to a similar dark hue. Some make up would be nice, she thought, looking down at the childhood picture of herself, watching the dark eyeliner pencil her eyes, her cheeks rouging themselves.
Was this the truth? Was this who she was supposed to be? She sighed, dropping the photograph into a burning barrel as she walked down the chaotic street, ignoring the riots behind her. No, the truth was what she made it out to be. The truth was now, the truth was Mystique, the truth was everything she had worked for.
Title: The Fate of an Amnesiac
Author: agunagirlafix
Fandom: Lufia I
Character: Lufia
Rating: G
Prompt: 019 Lies from 100_women
Word Count: 128
They all thought she was a liar-an enemy within. The truth was-she didn’t know who her family was, or what had brought her to his home town. Not once had she raised her hand against the rest of them and she had only aided them in battle, helping them overcome countless enemies. If she truly was… what they said she was, wouldn’t she have disposed of them long ago or have been terribly more powerful? Why be this weak girl with a love of flowers?
A Mistress of Death has no time for cinnamon pie.
She cried quietly, the fate of an amnesiac to fear that perhaps, perhaps, those who accused her were correct, and that she had been lying after all because she couldn’t remember.
Title: Preparing
Author: agunagirlafix
Fandom: Final Fantasy IV
Character: Rosa
Rating: G
Prompt: 020 Clean from 100_women
Word Count: 157
She was useless. What had she been? Priestess at a small town’s temple, sweeping floors, healing the few sick children that parents dragged to her. She had been in love then, and that was her downfall. Leaving with him as he ran, slowly finding that Golbez was his real enemy, not those that were chasing him.
He had the power to turn, to fight back, but she was just a cleric, a priestess, a white mage. She just had the power to cleanse wounds, heal, and pray. Sometimes, she prayed that she and Cecil didn’t love each other, but she knew the thoughts were in vain. Her heart wasn’t in the prayers and they would never be listened to.
Cecil would come to his demise simply because she had been too weak to protect herself. She needed to cleanse her own soul and prepare herself, whether to be taken back into her lover’s arms or her maker’s.
Title: What Makes a Sinner
Author: agunagirlafix
Fandom: The Silmarillion
Character: Findulias
Rating: PG
Prompt: 021 Dirty from 100_women
Word Count: 306
She was beautiful, one of the earliest Elf-maidens not of the Eldar. She lived in Nargothrond with her father and brother, and when she was of age, she was betrothed to Gwindor, who flattered her with praise, calling her Faelivrin, ‘Gleam of the Sun in the pools of Ivrin.’ She wept for days when he was captured by Morgoth, during the Battle of Unnumbered Tears. It seemed, however, that someone had heard her silent prayers, for he returned, but not alone, with another man. She had loved Gwindor, and it is said that Elves will only ever have one true love, but she fell in love with his companion, who, in the name of his friend refused her advances.
She had been stained in her refusal of Gwindor as he came back, even though she had mourned for him. She knew it was only time that her age would come to an end, how dirty she felt.
But it wasn’t just her who seemed cursed. The dragon Glaurung savagely attacked her city, and she watched Gwindor die before her this time, though she wasn’t sure why her heart didn’t break. It was the fact that Túrin was too entranced by the dragon to hear her dragged off by the orcs, and instead went off to Hithlum to search for his kin.
Her last conscious moment was seeing him running off, apparently finding something so much more important than her. Gwindor had tried to allow their love to prosper, but she was too tainted, too dirty to love. Túrin had abandoned her to die…
She was found, speared to a tree, the orcs fearing Túrin’s kin and killing all their captives. There were tears on her cheeks and blood staining her beautiful clothes, but even in death, there was no one who could say she wasn’t beautiful.
Title: Paff
Author: agunagirlafix
Fandom: X-Men 616 Comicverse
Character: Jubilation Lee
Rating: G
Prompt: 022 Hands from 100_women
Word Count: 108
She worked with her hands. Not in the way you might expect-a craftsman of wood or someone who painted. No, if you took a good look at her hands, she had healing calluses, memories of a time when her life was harder. But her hands were softening-something you’d never see in a craftsman. But she worked with her hands.
Plasma, flashes, brighter and brighter, blinding, dazzling, but above all, dangerous. That was, in the end the essence of working with her hands. As she worked with it, she could do more, intrigued by the bright lights… Explosions-so many uses. Yes, she worked with her hands.
Title: The Maia Who Was Loved
Author: agunagirlafix
Fandom: The Silmarillion
Character: Uinen, Lady of the Sea
Rating: G
Prompt: 023 Hair from 100_women
Word Count: 158
The number of the Maia were great, but few showed themselves to Arda’s children, and those who did were the tenders of nature, those who calmed the Valar’s intents, making the world safer, or perhaps those who eased the burdens on the Valar, making it easier to protect the world from Melkor. Uinen was well known by the children of Arda, because her hair is spread all throughout the sea and it she alone who can tame Ossë, her husband’s wrath, change the turgid waters to a placid ripple. She was everywhere there was water, and so she was the one to call to when Ossë ravaged ships at sea. Sometimes, it was said, you could see her, the fair maiden with her hair throughout all the waters, the silky strands caressing the plants and creatures. She loved, because she was everywhere and because she was gentle-hearted, and in turn, she was loved by the children of Arda.
Title: Actually Teaching
Author: agunagirlafix
Fandom: Azumanga Daioh
Character: Kurosawa Minamo (Nyamo)
Rating: PG
Prompt: 024 Eyes from 100_women
Word Count: 203
“You’re not allowed to come to school drunk,” Nyamo said to Yukari, barely giving her bikini a second look.
“I’m here to swim,” the other teacher huffed.
Nyamo turned, and just stared at her. “…swim. Don’t you have a class to teach? See, this would be me teaching physical education.”
“I think we’re on break,” Yukari said, stretching slightly.
“Well, my students aren’t,” Nyamo said with a slight huff. “Boys, put your eyes back in your head. Her breasts aren’t that riveting. Misako, if I don’t see you swimming again in the next five seconds…”
She left her threat open-ended, watching the boys tear their gaze off of Yukari, fearfully swimming as quickly as they could. “You see, Tanizaki,” Nyamo said, “the difference between you and me is that I actually teach something.”
“What?” Yukari asked. “How to keep boys from ogling? Really, what use are they going to find for swimming? Now English… that’s something they can use in life…”
Nyamo just tuned her out, coaching the boys swim team. Their performance was poor, probably owing to the blabbering teacher behind her. This was one of those days you just wished your friend would disappear if you didn’t pay attention to her.
Title: Chasing after Beauty, and Something More Precious
Author: agunagirlafix
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Character: Dante
Rating: R
Prompt: 025 Skin from 100_women
Word Count: 231
It was already showing lesions, the new body. She stared at her naked body in the mirror, disgusted. Body after body… it wasn’t something that could last forever. Soon enough, they’d start rotting on contact.
He hadn’t ever cared, but he had fallen for a woman who didn’t rot-who wasn’t constantly using alchemy to care for her body until she could get a philosopher’s stone and find a new one. Perhaps that was what was so amazing to him about Trisha. She loved him for who he was.
Would she had loved him when she saw his rotting flesh? Dante traced over the curves of her new body, imagining it was his hand, the only hand that had ever willingly touched her rotting flesh, her broken skin, and told her he loved her, no matter what she looked like.
She flopped back on the bed, ignoring the mirror for now, touching herself, imagining his kisses and embraces, pressing her fingers deep into herself, shuddering eventually in ecstasy as she came, thinking of him.
It just wasn’t the same. Hohenheim of Light… he was the only man who could love her and the only man who had scorned her. He claimed he didn’t care how beautiful her body was, yet she seemed to keep searching, searching for the perfect body to seduce him with.
Was that what this was all about?
Author: agunagirlafix
Fandom: Lufia II
Character: Tia
Rating: G
Prompt: 016 Love from 100_women
Word Count: 118
She had told Guy the truth. She couldn’t cry, no matter how hard she tried. It wasn’t just the story she had told him, about how she had learned that crying wasn’t the answer and she just… had never cried again. It was the second part of their conversation. Yes, she loved Maxim, but she didn’t love the Maxim he had become. People change; she knew that inherently, but she didn’t want to believe that Maxim would have changed. Iris, Iris had done this to her. Iris had broken her love, telling Maxim that he was needed; he was the one who had to save the world. But she couldn’t cry. Because she didn’t love Maxim the Warrior.
Title: Communion
Author: agunagirlafix
Fandom: The Silmarillion
Character: Irdil Celebrindal
Rating: PG
Prompt: 017 Lust from 100_women
Word Count: 310
Elves, especially High-Elves, do not lust. It is not within their emotion. The Law of the Eldar even specifically states that while the Fair Folk desire union, it is the union they desire, and their desire for union abates after childbearing. Lust was a seemingly impossible emotion in a culture where even having sex once was considered marriage. There was no year-long engagement, silver and gold rings, but to every other Elf, it was obvious that they were married, taken. Lust, perhaps, was only reserved for your true love, and even then, it wasn’t an emotion an Elf could truly understand, or should be able to understand. Lust was against the Elven nature; lust was something reserved for Iluvatar’s less revered.
And incest, another taboo, something that shouldn’t be desired, especially when the character of the one who desires you is not the fair nature you had grown up with. Maeglin was her cousin and every fiber of her being strained against his advances.
But even odder was the fact that Idril had not gotten married by the time she was nearly 200, an omen that was never clear to the Elves, but clear enough that it showed odd things to the un-wed one.
Love was not lust, but she had fallen in love with a human, and much to her surprise, engagement was allowed by her father, and they wed, only the second marriage of a Man and an Elf. Lust was something she had grown accustomed to, and perhaps understood, married to a human. But it always seemed like there was a gap between them, emotions they couldn’t fathom of each other, especially as Tuor grew older. Sometimes, she wished she could lust for him, as he had her, just so she could bond to his soul, understand him innately, but she knew it was all in vain.
Title: Who We Were
Author: agunagirlafix
Fandom: X-Men 616 Comicverse
Character: Mystique
Rating: G
Prompt: 018 Truth from 100_women
Word Count: 176
Had it been so long that she had forgotten what the truth was? Did she even know how old she was? She knew her name-she had raised Rogue with her real name, Raven, but beyond that… what did she know? Was Raven even her real name? Or had she been living a lie so long that the truth had finally evaded her?
The blue marked skin slowly receded, leaving the creamy white below, her hair fading to a dark black, her eyes narrowing to a similar dark hue. Some make up would be nice, she thought, looking down at the childhood picture of herself, watching the dark eyeliner pencil her eyes, her cheeks rouging themselves.
Was this the truth? Was this who she was supposed to be? She sighed, dropping the photograph into a burning barrel as she walked down the chaotic street, ignoring the riots behind her. No, the truth was what she made it out to be. The truth was now, the truth was Mystique, the truth was everything she had worked for.
Title: The Fate of an Amnesiac
Author: agunagirlafix
Fandom: Lufia I
Character: Lufia
Rating: G
Prompt: 019 Lies from 100_women
Word Count: 128
They all thought she was a liar-an enemy within. The truth was-she didn’t know who her family was, or what had brought her to his home town. Not once had she raised her hand against the rest of them and she had only aided them in battle, helping them overcome countless enemies. If she truly was… what they said she was, wouldn’t she have disposed of them long ago or have been terribly more powerful? Why be this weak girl with a love of flowers?
A Mistress of Death has no time for cinnamon pie.
She cried quietly, the fate of an amnesiac to fear that perhaps, perhaps, those who accused her were correct, and that she had been lying after all because she couldn’t remember.
Title: Preparing
Author: agunagirlafix
Fandom: Final Fantasy IV
Character: Rosa
Rating: G
Prompt: 020 Clean from 100_women
Word Count: 157
She was useless. What had she been? Priestess at a small town’s temple, sweeping floors, healing the few sick children that parents dragged to her. She had been in love then, and that was her downfall. Leaving with him as he ran, slowly finding that Golbez was his real enemy, not those that were chasing him.
He had the power to turn, to fight back, but she was just a cleric, a priestess, a white mage. She just had the power to cleanse wounds, heal, and pray. Sometimes, she prayed that she and Cecil didn’t love each other, but she knew the thoughts were in vain. Her heart wasn’t in the prayers and they would never be listened to.
Cecil would come to his demise simply because she had been too weak to protect herself. She needed to cleanse her own soul and prepare herself, whether to be taken back into her lover’s arms or her maker’s.
Title: What Makes a Sinner
Author: agunagirlafix
Fandom: The Silmarillion
Character: Findulias
Rating: PG
Prompt: 021 Dirty from 100_women
Word Count: 306
She was beautiful, one of the earliest Elf-maidens not of the Eldar. She lived in Nargothrond with her father and brother, and when she was of age, she was betrothed to Gwindor, who flattered her with praise, calling her Faelivrin, ‘Gleam of the Sun in the pools of Ivrin.’ She wept for days when he was captured by Morgoth, during the Battle of Unnumbered Tears. It seemed, however, that someone had heard her silent prayers, for he returned, but not alone, with another man. She had loved Gwindor, and it is said that Elves will only ever have one true love, but she fell in love with his companion, who, in the name of his friend refused her advances.
She had been stained in her refusal of Gwindor as he came back, even though she had mourned for him. She knew it was only time that her age would come to an end, how dirty she felt.
But it wasn’t just her who seemed cursed. The dragon Glaurung savagely attacked her city, and she watched Gwindor die before her this time, though she wasn’t sure why her heart didn’t break. It was the fact that Túrin was too entranced by the dragon to hear her dragged off by the orcs, and instead went off to Hithlum to search for his kin.
Her last conscious moment was seeing him running off, apparently finding something so much more important than her. Gwindor had tried to allow their love to prosper, but she was too tainted, too dirty to love. Túrin had abandoned her to die…
She was found, speared to a tree, the orcs fearing Túrin’s kin and killing all their captives. There were tears on her cheeks and blood staining her beautiful clothes, but even in death, there was no one who could say she wasn’t beautiful.
Title: Paff
Author: agunagirlafix
Fandom: X-Men 616 Comicverse
Character: Jubilation Lee
Rating: G
Prompt: 022 Hands from 100_women
Word Count: 108
She worked with her hands. Not in the way you might expect-a craftsman of wood or someone who painted. No, if you took a good look at her hands, she had healing calluses, memories of a time when her life was harder. But her hands were softening-something you’d never see in a craftsman. But she worked with her hands.
Plasma, flashes, brighter and brighter, blinding, dazzling, but above all, dangerous. That was, in the end the essence of working with her hands. As she worked with it, she could do more, intrigued by the bright lights… Explosions-so many uses. Yes, she worked with her hands.
Title: The Maia Who Was Loved
Author: agunagirlafix
Fandom: The Silmarillion
Character: Uinen, Lady of the Sea
Rating: G
Prompt: 023 Hair from 100_women
Word Count: 158
The number of the Maia were great, but few showed themselves to Arda’s children, and those who did were the tenders of nature, those who calmed the Valar’s intents, making the world safer, or perhaps those who eased the burdens on the Valar, making it easier to protect the world from Melkor. Uinen was well known by the children of Arda, because her hair is spread all throughout the sea and it she alone who can tame Ossë, her husband’s wrath, change the turgid waters to a placid ripple. She was everywhere there was water, and so she was the one to call to when Ossë ravaged ships at sea. Sometimes, it was said, you could see her, the fair maiden with her hair throughout all the waters, the silky strands caressing the plants and creatures. She loved, because she was everywhere and because she was gentle-hearted, and in turn, she was loved by the children of Arda.
Title: Actually Teaching
Author: agunagirlafix
Fandom: Azumanga Daioh
Character: Kurosawa Minamo (Nyamo)
Rating: PG
Prompt: 024 Eyes from 100_women
Word Count: 203
“You’re not allowed to come to school drunk,” Nyamo said to Yukari, barely giving her bikini a second look.
“I’m here to swim,” the other teacher huffed.
Nyamo turned, and just stared at her. “…swim. Don’t you have a class to teach? See, this would be me teaching physical education.”
“I think we’re on break,” Yukari said, stretching slightly.
“Well, my students aren’t,” Nyamo said with a slight huff. “Boys, put your eyes back in your head. Her breasts aren’t that riveting. Misako, if I don’t see you swimming again in the next five seconds…”
She left her threat open-ended, watching the boys tear their gaze off of Yukari, fearfully swimming as quickly as they could. “You see, Tanizaki,” Nyamo said, “the difference between you and me is that I actually teach something.”
“What?” Yukari asked. “How to keep boys from ogling? Really, what use are they going to find for swimming? Now English… that’s something they can use in life…”
Nyamo just tuned her out, coaching the boys swim team. Their performance was poor, probably owing to the blabbering teacher behind her. This was one of those days you just wished your friend would disappear if you didn’t pay attention to her.
Title: Chasing after Beauty, and Something More Precious
Author: agunagirlafix
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Character: Dante
Rating: R
Prompt: 025 Skin from 100_women
Word Count: 231
It was already showing lesions, the new body. She stared at her naked body in the mirror, disgusted. Body after body… it wasn’t something that could last forever. Soon enough, they’d start rotting on contact.
He hadn’t ever cared, but he had fallen for a woman who didn’t rot-who wasn’t constantly using alchemy to care for her body until she could get a philosopher’s stone and find a new one. Perhaps that was what was so amazing to him about Trisha. She loved him for who he was.
Would she had loved him when she saw his rotting flesh? Dante traced over the curves of her new body, imagining it was his hand, the only hand that had ever willingly touched her rotting flesh, her broken skin, and told her he loved her, no matter what she looked like.
She flopped back on the bed, ignoring the mirror for now, touching herself, imagining his kisses and embraces, pressing her fingers deep into herself, shuddering eventually in ecstasy as she came, thinking of him.
It just wasn’t the same. Hohenheim of Light… he was the only man who could love her and the only man who had scorned her. He claimed he didn’t care how beautiful her body was, yet she seemed to keep searching, searching for the perfect body to seduce him with.
Was that what this was all about?