I haven't shared much fic online (yet, or post about it here tbh), BUT regardless here are my 1k submissions for the B5 @ 30 for 30 event! I gotta say, I got some great pulls for prompts to work with, and I definitely had fun writing these...
Can You Hear Me? (Ivanova/Talia)
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No Breath, No Beating Heart, But Still the Fire Burns (Lennier/Morden)
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There are only 5 days remaining in September! That's still definitely plenty of time to write and win, but here is a friendly reminder that there are 5 days remaining, and that if you would like to count as a win, you need to point us to your posts or fills so we can check them off!
If you don't make the Sept 30 deadline, no worries! Even if you only managed one prompt, even if your prompt fill was a daydream, you're still a winner in our hearts 💖️🐙️ and we hope you have found the prompts entertaining, diverting, and inspiring all the same!
This was also written for the b5 at 30 for 30 event for Babylon 5 running this September at @b5popup!
These three fills can be read in consecutive order:
1. Talia & Control - Worse than yesterday
'You will not get away with this. I’m still here.'
"Ugh." Control sighed. The headaches were getting worse. Looking into the mirror, she traced the dark rings under her eyes with the tip of a finger.
'You’re already looking worse than yesterday,' whispered what remained of Talia in her mind. 'Now I'll be the one waiting - until you crack.'
“I doubt you will be around long enough to enjoy it.” Control mocked aloud.
In the mirror, Talia smirked back at her. Or was Control smirking at herself? No, this body wasn't really hers.
But as always, Control would make do.
2. Susan & Control - Back to square one
“Winters!” A voice called out behind her. Control swiveled on her heel, the bag hitting uncomfortably against her legs.
Red lips curled into a sneer. “What do you want now, Commander? Still sentimental about the night we fucked?”
Ivanova's eye twitched. “You’re wanted for questioning by security,” Her hands clasped behind her back.
“I have a transport to catch.”
“Not anymore, you don’t.”
Control scoffed. “And you’re here to deliver the message like an errand boy. How sad.”
“Oh no…” Ivanova shook her head. “I'm here to escort you. You’re not going anywhere."
Inside her, what remained of Talia, rejoiced.
3. Lyta & Control - a police station in the middle of the night
Lyta's smile was chilling. “You’re being charged with murder.”
“That’s ridiculous.”
In the dim interrogation room, Lyta’s eyes shone deep and dark like pools of midnight.
"Well, there was Talia… and you also killed a guard. You didn't believe, they would just let you return to the Corp, did you?”
Control remained silent. She hated to admit it, but she hadn’t even considered it.
Well fuck.
Inside her, what remained of Talia, cackled.
"And why are you here to tell me this? Not Garibaldi or Sheridan?"
Lyta smiled, the corners of her eyes crinkling. “Oh, I’m just here to gloat.”
This was written for b5 at 30 for 30 event for Babylon 5 running this September at @b5popup!
The prompt was: Talia & Susan - Anniversary
"Oh, what's all this?" Talia asks, the growing smile lightening up her face. She strips off her gloves.
"Well…" Susan rubs the back of her neck, "I wanted to do something nice and special for us. Today seemed to be the right occasion for it!"
"How so?" Talia sits down at the elaborately decorated dinner-table. Candles, silverware, red-wine.
Susan beams at her. "The one-year-anniversary of you admitting I was right, and you're wrong."
"But Susan…" Talia whispers, blue eyes suddenly swimming with unshed tears, "you know I'm not really here, right?"
With a gasp, Susan wakes.
(I'm not in it to win it, but I at least wanted to participate a little.)
