wrap-up: rare femslash exchange

I wrote some Goncharov fic:

mutually assured revivification (~1,400 words)
Goncharov (1973) dir. Martin Scorsese - beelzeebub
Katya/Sofia, Mature
Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Post-Canon, Body Worship, Moscow

Summary:

The who’s-who of Napoli still says Yekaterina Goncharova stings like a winter gale, a white and fearsome beauty in pellucid silks. But beneath the mythology and armour of fiction, Sofia doesn’t fear her.

Or: Katya and Sofia indulge themselves with time, in a post-credits coda.

I got two wonderful gift fics too, which I heartily recommend reading!

And when I come home, cold and tired by clementina
The Locked Tomb, Harrowhark/Ianthe, T
Sometime in the fourth century of the second myriad of the Resurrector—because, really, who kept count anymore? She could barely remember which decade they were in. The third, maybe.

(Harrow, who kept track of these things, would know that they were in the fifth decade. She would despair of her negligence: Really, Tridentarius, you have half a decent brain and you can’t be bothered to look at a calendar? Ianthe would reply that she needed her brilliant mind for grander, better things; Harry could be the menial timekeeper if she so wished. Harrow would say: It’s the year four hundred fifty-seven. And so it was.)

Thusly: in the year four hundred fifty-seven of the second myriad of the Kindly Prince—that that King of Kings, the Lord of the River, the Prince of Death!—the Eight Saint surfaced back into her body with a jolt.

Nothing Ugly by cordialcount
아가씨 | The Handmaiden (2016); Hideko/Sook-Hee, M
The early what-ifs were playful: What would it have been like, if we grew up together in your dorm of thieves? If we were schoolgirls together in Gyeongseong? If we were persimmon farmers? Excuses, only, to buy a hundred pretty hats and ruin them.