Title: Sneaking Off
World: The Moonsisters
Word count: 220
Rating: PG-13 for hot makeouts and language
Prompt: Thimbleful Thursday: mind your Ps and Qs


“Come on, Angel,” Hector whispered, his lips fluttery by her ear, making a shiver run down her spine. “No one will miss us.”

She felt her cheeks warm—she managed to have dark skin that still showed a blush—but let him take her hand anyway. After all, he was her boyfriend.

She sent a quick mental wave to Charlotte as he led her away so she would know she was safe; Angel was just sneaking off with her man.

They went around the side of the school and to the back. Angel wrinkled her nose as they passed the smokers’ corner, but he continued, to a more secluded spot behind the storage shed.

Once away from prying eyes, he pressed her against the wall, his mouth hot and luscious on hers, his hands sliding up the front of her shirt. Angel gasped, but relaxed into the embrace, letting herself enjoy his attentions.

Until from Angel’s right, where no one had been a moment ago, they heard a throat clear.

Angel’s eyes flew open as Hector dropped his hands. She turned and saw Maureen standing there, smiling.
“You should behave, shouldn’t you?” Maureen whispered. “Someone might hear.”

“What the fuck, bitch?” Hector took an angry step toward Maureen, but she stepped back—hadn’t a fence been there?—and was gone.

Title: Queen of the Hill
World: Ursulan
Word count: 440
Rating: G
Prompt: Thimbleful Thursday: king of the hill
Notes: Here's a fun little story about Gwanwyn (Gawain), Grainne (Gaheris), and Agravain as kids. I'm thinking Gwanwyn is about eleven here.


Gwanwyn was the oldest, the biggest, and the strongest, but Agravain still tried to be the winner of all their games. This was unfortunate, because it meant she had to keep beating him, and he hated to be beaten.

But how could he win? He was three years younger than she was, still two inches shorter though he’d started to grow faster in the last year, and his arm was probably half as wide around as hers was, despite the fact that he just kept trying to wrestle her.( Read more... )

Title: A Race
World: other (apocalyptic)
Word count: 800
Rating: G
Prompt: origfic_bingo, swimming; tic_tac_woe, megatsunami/tidal wave
Notes: So I guess I like apocalypses.

Alisa dived.

For the split second above the water, she could hear her little brothers cheering from their raft, but as soon as she hit the surface, all sounds faded away. The boys were still young enough to think it was all a game; Alisa was desperately envious of them, and fiercely determined to keep them that innocent for as long as possible.( Read more... )

Title: Stories for Children
World: Arite and Tovran
Word count: 385 (exactly!)
Rating: G
Prompt: Thimbleful Thursday's Tell-Me Tuesday: Who won the war?
Notes: It's been a very long time since I wrote anything in this world, but the prompt immediately brought it to mind!


"But Mama, who won the war?" Jobek asked. His brother held his hand and nodded.

Abida stroked the dark heads of her little sons. They looked so like their father, except for Zalek’s eyes--green, like hers. "We did, of course, my darlings. Do you not see the beautiful home we live in, all the servants who answer to us, the great lands that your father owns?"( Read more... )

Title: Justice
World: Chatoyant College
Word count: 192
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: Thimbleful Thursday: kangaroo court
Notes: Apparently I'm on a "super creepy-looking faeries" kick.


"You can't do this to me," he gasped, hanging between the hands of the two fiends who held him, unable to reach the ground with his feet.( Read more... )

Title: Held in the Palm
World: Ursulan
Word count: 813
Rating: PG-13 for implied sex and nastiness
Prompt: rainbowfic Sulphur 1, snake; stayintheroom, "Your ends don't even justify your ends."; dailyprompt, things that are painful to remember
Notes: This story follows one I have written but not posted, in which Morwenna has taken over Camelot while Ursula is away fighting the saxons and seduced Gwynn. At the end of that story, Ursula and the knights return; Ursula and Morwenna are both pregnant. This begins a few months later.


"Don't do this, Morwenna," Gwynn hissed, grabbing her arm. She snatched her arm away from him, almost overbalancing, gravid with their child.

"Why shouldn't I?" she growled back. "And how dare you try to stop me."( Read more... )

Title: Paris
World: The Wasteland
Word count: 1,566
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: rainbowfic Hills of Iowa 7, So if you want to see the world with me let's go.; Sulphur 16, fire; stayintheroom Paris will still be there when you're twenty.
Notes: Apocalypses! They have a lot of death.


It was a perfect day. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and Jala and Anden had finally graduated from high school.( Read more... )

Title: The Rightness of Rain
World: The Wasteland
Word count: 454
Rating: G
Prompt: Thimbleful Thursday: right as rain


Redhe pedaled her bicycle as fast as she could, heedless of the slick the ground was turning into under the deluge. She was too happy, too bursting with energy, to slow down.

The rain poured from the sky and plastered her hair to her face and her clothes to her body, probably ruining the pretty dress she’d worn to town. It chilled her, making the hairs stand up on her arms and her toes pinch. It fell into her eyes and made it hard to see.( Read more... )

Title: On the Internet
World: robot rights
Word count: 217
Rating: PG-13 for implied horrible things
Prompt: Thimbleful Thursday, icing on the cake; rainbowfic Antique Brass 6, The Internet has everything.
Notes: This follows The Best Boutiques (locked) and comes before She Has Her Reasons.


“Hey,” said Lola, “your friend is on the Internet.”

“What?” Dylan leaned over the back of the couch to see what she was looking at. “What friend?”

“What friend do you think?” Lola pointed at her smart watch, then zoomed with her fingers so its hologram mode took effect and the screen appeared, large as life, in the air in front of them.

There, along with a few other photos of people he didn’t recognize, was Mo. The photo was a few years old, and clearly taken before whatever trauma she’d just escaped from—but there was yet more hollowness in her eyes, more pain in the twist of her lips, than when he’d last seen her in person, when they were students.

He scanned the text quickly. It described a major company’s neglect, the horror of many people being trapped in a small room for months, the anger when it was finally revealed that they were being kept there, the relief when they were released. Mo was one of them, but she was considered missing.

A lump thickened his throat as he tried to speak. “Don’t tell her we found this, all right?” He checked out the window to make sure Mo and Brooke weren’t back yet. “That would just be the icing on the cake.”

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Title: The New
World: other
Word count: 550
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: Thimbleful Thursday: out with the old, in with the new
Notes: This is set in the same world as December's Patreon story, but about ten years previous, as this is the beginning of the apocalypse. I'm probably going to end up calling this world Wild Magic unless I come up with something Tamora Pierce didn't already use.


In his eyes in his ears in his nose—

The world was breaking apart. Right down the middle. A flash of light and a weed tree growing right through the building—

Tasting vision, hearing smell. Walking the goal. Suddenly the silence, but never the silence, never again silence.( Read more... )