Fanfiction Work-In-Progress Guessing Game

Fanfiction Work-In-Progress Guessing Game

Send me a word, if it’s in my wip document I’ll answer your ask with the sentence that it appears in

Happy Fanfic Friday! This week we have a heartwrenching fic featuring Evi's relationship with Renarin, and a thoughtful exploration of gender.

Unto Themself by freoduweard

Rated General, 1500 words, Evi & Renarin. Vorin society binds its people with strict categories of what they can and cannot be, what they can and cannot do. But what of those who don't quite fit? What of those who exist beyond the confines of those narrow definitions?

Not for the first time, she mourned the constraints of this kingdom she and Toh had fled to, that they would lead her child to believe that they could be man, woman, or ardent, and nothing more. At this point in her life, Evi knew that she would never truly understand why these Vorin people would deny all the myriad facets of life to their children, or even more, define them by which path they chose. And what of those that defy the confines that their people would bind them in? Perhaps that was the difficulty that Renarin struggled with, perhaps not. Raised in this Alethi environment of conflict and boundaries, forced into a single choice of ‘man’, ‘woman’, or ‘neuter’, they might feel different and never even know that there were possibilities beyond those, one more alienation to set them apart. But how to explain the existence of such concepts to one so young…? He sat beside her, tucking his feet in one overtop the other, taking hold of his ankles and swaying slightly, the motion so tiny that most would miss it unless they were watching closely. But Evi saw. She knew what to look for. Lifting her uncovered hand, she asked, “May I?” Renarin nodded, accompanied by a more noticeable side-to-side rock, and his eyelashes fluttered as she ran her fingers gently over their head, the soft, rhythmic strokes parting gold-streaked black like inlay in obsidian. The sight sparked an idea. The Alethi — and her husband amongst them — scoffed at the beliefs of the home she had fled from, but she had already gifted her children with her first language, and to give them a different perspective would be an even greater blessing, one that she has few opportunities to bestow. “Did you know, my little star, that back in Rira, where I come from, there are people that decide when they wake up in the morning if they wish to be a man or a woman that day? And there are some who go their whole lives as neither — not as ardents do, in renouncing part of themselves, but going further and choosing to not be constrained by being either. “It is like your name.” Surprised at that, he glanced up, his feelings betrayed only by the slight widening of his eyes — blue blue blue, your father’s eyes. She brushed a wayward strand of hair away from his forehead. “Your name means yourself — not tied to anyone or anything but you, free to make of yourself what you will, and not be beholden to how other people would try to define you.”

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You recently taught yourself morse code, but now you wish you hadn’t as the birds keep pecking at your window telling you that “it’s coming.”

Cosmere Femslash Fest Fic List

Here’s a list of all the fics submitted to Cosmere Femslash Fest 2023, organized by rating. Check out all the ones that interest you, and please do comment and give kudos if you like it–it means everything to a fic writer, and we want to encourage as much femslash as possible!

General and Teen

Hypnotic, takin over me by Hazekiller16. Venli/Leshwi, General. Bonus fic!

Steel Lovers by Stingythefish. Mistborn OC/`OC, General

Different As Can Be by LuxViolet. t4t Vin/Shan, Teen

Trillium by Truthwatcher_Vez. Ann/Tress/Salay, Teen. Bonus fic!

Harmony of Scholarly Concerns by TrishHankins. Rushu/Venli, Teen

Never Had by BlindRadiant. Kalami/Navani, Teen

Sweetness by Milk. Navani/Ialai, General

Thinking, Overthinking, and a Pile of Letters by bridgeboy. Khriss/Design and Cord/Rysn, General

Sick of crying for blue eyes by Zvarrklingreputation. Navani/Evi, General

Metamorphosis by Truthwatcher_Vez. Masaka/Izzy, Teen

Voice by aluminumoxynitride. Leshwi/Venli, General

Warmth by Thirstspren. Yumi/Akane, General 

You'd be stars by SapphicSpren. Shallan/transfem!Adolin, Teen

All's Fair in Games of Love and War by Macro_Scenery. Lyn/Laran, Teen

A Change of Plans by Faithfully_Queer. MeLaan/Steris, General

Mature and Explicit

Learning Curves by sir_not_appearing_in_this_archive. Akane/Yumi, Explicit

Of Me by cosmere_play. Evi/Sja-anat, Mature

A Study in Worship by Naaru. Jasnah/Shallan, Mature

This Is How You Grieve Your Lover by LunaEarnshaw. Shallan/Tyn, Mature

stay on the phone (just to hear me breathe) by gabrial. Yumi/Akane, Mature

Questions for Later by BlindRadiant. Navani/MeLaan, Mature

Not the quitting kind by catharsisnt. Shallan/Tyn, Mature

A Breath of Understanding by cosmereplay. Azure/Jasnah, Mature. Bonus fic!

Metamorphosis by Truthwatcher_Vez

Rated Teen, 3000 words, Masaka/Izzy Human girls liked cute things. Masaka liked cute things. …And Izzy, with her bleached-blonde hair and heart-shaped face and often-smiling lips, was very, very cute.

“I’m going to date an alien or two,” Izumakamo announced to the rest of the group, who were all gathered at their regular table at the Noodle Pupil noodle shop.  She lifted her chin in determination.  “It’s in my dramascope.  I’d never date one who isn’t hot.”

Shocked silence fell all around the table.  Tojin, Akane and Yumi were all staring at Izzy.  Masaka was staring too, but for entirely different reasons. 

Izzy was always saying startling, outlandish things.  It was part of her personality.  So it shouldn’t have been surprising that she’d used the news about the spaceship launch to share her opinions.  But this....  Masaka felt a little dizzy at the revelation.

Izzy wants to date an alien?

Akane recovered first.  “Your logic, Izzy, is… um....”

“Terrible?” Tojin spoke up.

“I was looking for something more politic.”

“Allegedly terrible?”

“You’ll see,” Izzy continued, completely unphased by their reactions.  “When I have both a handsome alien hunk and a curvy alien knockout fighting over me.”

Masaka continued to stare at her, unable to look away.  Alien… and female....

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For the kiss ask game, 13 and Dalinar/Navani!

For #13—"discreetly".  This fic practically wrote itself during my morning commute.  I hope you enjoy it!

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Brightness Navani strolled through the grounds of her family estate.  She held Dalinar Kholin’s arm lightly.  The young brightlord had come to call on her again, and her mother had suggested that the two of them take a walk through the gardens.  It wasn’t proper for an unmarried Alethi woman to be in the company of a man unchaperoned, and so the two of them were trailed by Eili, Navani’s senior ladies’ maid.

The weather had been hot and humid for the past few days, and Navani held a seasilk fan in her safehand, rapidly fanning her face.  The embroidered skirts of her formal havah were long and heavy, uncomfortably warm in the direct sunlight along the walkway.

“Let’s sit a moment,” Navani suggested, tugging at Dalinar’s elbow before steering him towards a stone bench nestled in a shaded alcove of shalebark.  Her maid looked momentarily aggrieved to be left standing out in the sun.  The older woman huffed and turned away, pretending to admire a nearby cluster of pale pink vinebuds.

Dalinar had arrived at the estate alone today.  As she settled onto the cool stone bench, Navani absently wondered if his brother Gavilar knew where he was.

It had been her uncle’s idea to play the two brothers against each other.  He had discussed the matter with her parents, who had agreed.  Competition made for a highly favorable marriage contract, they had told her.  That left Navani in the awkward position of juggling the attentions of two very determined Kholins.

Navani was well aware of which match her family favored.  Gavilar was the one with the influence, the lands, the title.

But Dalinar….

Unlike his older brother, Dalinar Kholin didn’t talk much.  Stiff and formal, he seemed content to listen as she spoke about the engineering book she was reading and her latest fabrial tinkering project.  It was very different from her conversations with Gavilar or her past suitors.  Navani found it a novelty.

Navani knew that the Kholins would gain wealth and status from marrying into her noble house.  Gavilar spoke of it often, attempting to appeal to her logic by describing the benefits of a union between their families.  Suddenly, Navani needed to know if that was all she was to the younger brother who currently sat on the bench beside her—a prize… a means to an end.

“Dalinar,” Navani said softly, “I have a question.”  She lifted her fan, tilting it up to shield her face from the prying eyes of the maid.  Then she leaned forward, as if to whisper something in his ear.  He shifted and leaned towards her obligingly—which was good, because he was so storming tall.  She wouldn’t have been able to reach him, otherwise.

Navani raised her freehand, thrilled by her own daring.  Letting her fingers slide along his strong jawline, his skin rough with a dusting of stubble.  She turned his face towards her own, and visibly puzzled, he allowed it.  Then she stretched past the last few inches that separated them and pressed her lips to his.

Out of the corner of her eye, she caught the flicker of shockspren.  He was far, far stronger than she, and could have broken off the kiss easily.  But he didn’t.  After barely a heartbeat of hesitation, he answered in kind.  Leaning towards her like a parched vinebud reaching out for the first drops of rain.

Oh, she thought, taken aback by the depth of her own response to him.  Oh.  Yes.

The intensity of it drew her in, utterly intoxicating.  Like a man wearing shardplate, there was incredible strength to him, but also a supreme precision and gentleness. 

Dalinar Kholin, Navani thought, growing breathless as the kiss stretched on.  I think I might be falling for you.

Navani began to feel the heat of her maid’s stare beyond the barrier of the fan.  Before the woman could invent an excuse to interrupt them, Navani reluctantly broke away.

Dalinar sat back on the bench.  A boyish grin slowly spread across his face, not quite hiding his bemused expression.  It was utterly endearing. 

“That was… quite a question.”

Navani cleared her throat, folding up the fan and blushing.  “Yes.  Thank you.  You’ve answered it quite eloquently.”

Navani glanced up at him again and felt a sudden pang of sadness.  She knew which of the two brothers her family favored.  Knew that she should let Dalinar go now.  Before she hurt them both.

She knew she should--but found that she just couldn’t do it.  The human heart was not so easily convinced.  Instead, she forced a smile and rose to her feet, and together they resumed their walk through the garden.