The Penumbra Podcast Femslash February 2021!
A collection for all TPP works focused on WLW relationships during the month of February. Check out our rules and then go ahead and add your fic to the collection! Open to submissions by everyone.
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Vespa Ilkay was tired. After vowing not to return to the lighthouse that had haunted her childhood, her father's abrupt death forces her to figure out what's going to happen to the one place she'd rather never think about. That being said, she was quickly discovering that maybe the beachside town of Ranga wasn't the worst place to be after all. At least the company was nice.
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An AU where Buddy is a mermaid, Vespa is bedraggled, and a song is sung.
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- Part 1 of song of the sea - vesbud mermaid au
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“I am a sallow corpse, leave me to die,” she whines dramatically, refusing to stand up.
Caroline glares at the witch on the floor. In a single movement, she pulls her all the way upright and holds her close so their faces are very near each other.
"There is very little in this world I respect less than self-pity," Caroline says gravely. The witch is still not standing under her own weight, leaning fully on Caroline. Her red-brown eyes are wide, staring. "I am not going to allow you to die today. I will not stand for it any more than my own death. Now stand up, keep your eyes abreast of your surroundings, and follow me."
: A love story that spans all the world, from a dungeon underneath the southern ice to a cottage in the thick of the northern jungles.
Or, two people who have never belonged anywhere find home in each other. -
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The church in the middle of the woods has long since broken down and grown over, though it is only after the old bell cracks and falls dead to the forest floor that its judgement is finally silent. Very little of its original purpose remains within- the great book of scripture on the front altar long since soaked through with rain and snow, ink slowly weeping from the ancient calligraphy, the paint that decorated the walls in once-elegant stories chipped and falling like flower petals to the dusty mats and warped wood below. Really, it is less a place of worship and more four slowly moldering walls, only demarcating its former use with the whisper of a sermon long dead on the winter wind.
There is something poetic, Caroline thinks as she picks her way through fallen roofing shingles, in that the use she’s made for this place feels infinitely more holy than any prayer ever uttered under its long-gone roof.
AKA: my take on how Caroline and Quanyii might have met.
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And now, even trapped in a four-by-six-by-four hidey-hole with armed staff searching for them outside, Vespa can hear a hint of levity in Buddy's voice. It helps to calm her down, just a little, the adrenaline of the chase still coursing through her blood and making her dizzy.
"Your heart's pounding," Buddy says in a near whisper.
"No shit," Vespa growls. "God, it wasn't just me I was scared for, you know that? I didn't want anything to happen to you!"
"Vespa," Buddy starts, but Vespa's already decided that that's enough talk about their feelings for today. She wriggles around just a little so she's perfectly face-to-face with Buddy, surges forward, and kisses her.
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There were a thousand quiet ways to say I love you, from a silent nod to a passing squeeze of hands to the fact that on bad days, Buddy would always make Rangian tea, even if it was acidic and low quality and threatened to give Vespa a hernia every time she took a sip. Maybe it wasn’t the good stuff Sikuliaq kept around, but that didn’t particularly matter to Vespa. At the end of the day, it had notes of familiarity and nostalgia and home. Vespa was fairly sure she loved that tea in the same way she loved Buddy Aurinko.