two twilight drabbles (leah/tanya, alice/rosalie/bella) pg13
title: happy endings are just stories that haven't finished yet
fandom: twilight
character(s)/pairing(s): leah/tanya
rating: pg13 (language)
word count: 249
prompt: judgement for the femslash100 tarot challenge (4/21)
spoilers: breaking dawn... sort of
summary: “how does it feel being a loose end?”
“So. Do I need to pick out a new dress for a certain wedding next weekend? You know how I love crashing parties.”
Your eyes roll toward the patio above yours.
“Hell no. If I wanted to deal with Sam ever again I would’ve stayed his bitter, doggy concubine. No thanks.”
“You tell it, sister,” Tanya snarks from the chair beside yours, sipping a glass of some red liquid that you’ll hopefully stay downwind of in the muggy, July evening. Her buggy sunglasses wink at you as she traces French onto your forearm and, yeah, this is one of those moments that would feel surreal and make you question your sanity if you hadn’t decided to just fuck all and float a long time ago.
You weren’t meant for happily ever after. Not for the pumpkin carriage or the ends all tied in a neat bow.
You know this. You accept it.
(Something you and the bloodsucker beside you have in common.)
But it’s still always poor Leah. Lonely Leah. Find a new one, eh, Leah?
Well maybe some things happen for a reason. Maybe true love is for suckers and it took that glinting knife slicing through your spine to make you realize it.
“How does it feel being a loose end?”
Maybe you didn’t want your life to be capped by ‘once upon a time’ and ‘happily ever after’. No picket fences or sunsets for either of you. And damn does that feel good.
“Pretty fucking fantastic.”
title: visions of sugarplum lipgloss
fandom: twilight
character(s)/pairing(s): alice/rosalie/bella
rating: pg13
word count: 446
prompt: magician for the femslash100 tarot challenge (5/21)
spoilers: none. this exists in a reality totally outside of cannon.
summary: "never bet against alice, right?"
Alice’s eyes glaze over as a vision rocks her body, the future violently invading the present as Bella sits helplessly. She grips the sofa’s armrest in a manic clawing motion, lets out what could only be described as a strangled cry; if Bella didn’t know any better she’d think she was having a seizure. But she doesn’t think there are very many epileptic vampires prowling about.
She rests a hand on each of Alice’s knees and waits it out, giving her cool, be-jeaned flesh a reassuring squeeze and ignoring the spark of something that tingles her fingertips. Her hands are magnets, reflexively inching slightly upwards and inwards. She’ll call it gravity.
Alice blinks a moment later, but before Bella can ask who or what is coming to kill her now, the other woman smirks wickedly, her eyes dancing across Bella’s flushed cheeks, her lips, her chest, finally darting to Rosalie walking down the adjacent hall.
“Rosie, dear? Be in town on the 14th, okay? Bella, you too.” At both of their confuzzled looks, Alice adds, “I’ve just foreseen a threesome and I don’t want anyone canceling last minute.”
Alice skips out of the room, leaving Rosalie and Bella to glance hastily at each other, then quickly away.
“Never bet against Alice, right?”
Rosalie’s lips curl and bloom into a pinked half-smirk, giving her head a little jerk of acknowledgement. The blonde shoots her a wholly unexpected wink and disappears down the hall.
“This should be interesting.”