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femslashficlets2019-01-11 07:54 am
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Janelle Monáe lyrics: No Belle of the Ball (original characters)
Title: No Belle of the Ball
Fandom: original characters
Characters/Pairings: Phyllida Winiger/Jane Francis
Rating: G
Words: 277
Prompt: Little rough around the edges, but I keep it smooth
“No, no, darling.” Phyl sighed theatrically and took the brush from Jane. “It is a junior ball, not a junior Bible study session. You know you look so much prettier with a side-parting.”
“I don’t want to attend a ball, and I don’t want a side-parting.” Jane snatched the brush back.
“You will attend the ball, because everyone at school is going, and if you don’t, you’ll be called up for truancy.”
“I’ll tell the matron I’m sick. Been coughing all night.” She managed a trumped-up cough. God preserve them. Jane Francis was Phyllida’s best friend in all the world, but she was as bad an actress as she was a dresser.
“Keep your day job, Sarah Bernhardt.” Sarah was one of Phyllida’s personal heroines, and after all the nights they’d spent whispering in the dorm after lights-out, Jane, if no other fourteen-year-old girl, would know who she meant.
Phyllida sighed again, but this time it was not to emphasize her point—the air escaped in a short puff and the space between her shoulders relaxed. She wrapped her arms around Jane and snuggled her chin into her shoulder. “All right, no side-parting. But please come? I don’t want to dance with any stinky boys, and everyone else in our school is horrid.” It wasn’t true, but Jane relaxed into the hug.
“I never want to be pretty or to have any boys look at me,” said Jane, and instead of her usual acerbity there was a softness in her voice.
“You won’t have to,” said Phyllida. She loved Jane so, so, so much, and she knew she could never kiss her. She never would. “I’ll protect you.”
Fandom: original characters
Characters/Pairings: Phyllida Winiger/Jane Francis
Rating: G
Words: 277
Prompt: Little rough around the edges, but I keep it smooth
“No, no, darling.” Phyl sighed theatrically and took the brush from Jane. “It is a junior ball, not a junior Bible study session. You know you look so much prettier with a side-parting.”
“I don’t want to attend a ball, and I don’t want a side-parting.” Jane snatched the brush back.
“You will attend the ball, because everyone at school is going, and if you don’t, you’ll be called up for truancy.”
“I’ll tell the matron I’m sick. Been coughing all night.” She managed a trumped-up cough. God preserve them. Jane Francis was Phyllida’s best friend in all the world, but she was as bad an actress as she was a dresser.
“Keep your day job, Sarah Bernhardt.” Sarah was one of Phyllida’s personal heroines, and after all the nights they’d spent whispering in the dorm after lights-out, Jane, if no other fourteen-year-old girl, would know who she meant.
Phyllida sighed again, but this time it was not to emphasize her point—the air escaped in a short puff and the space between her shoulders relaxed. She wrapped her arms around Jane and snuggled her chin into her shoulder. “All right, no side-parting. But please come? I don’t want to dance with any stinky boys, and everyone else in our school is horrid.” It wasn’t true, but Jane relaxed into the hug.
“I never want to be pretty or to have any boys look at me,” said Jane, and instead of her usual acerbity there was a softness in her voice.
“You won’t have to,” said Phyllida. She loved Jane so, so, so much, and she knew she could never kiss her. She never would. “I’ll protect you.”
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(There's a typo where you wrote 'poin' rather than 'point', btw!)
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