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amelia_petkovaTitle: Courtship
Fandom: Brotherhood of the Wolf
Courtship
Jean-Francois looked up sharply, sure he had heard something. But no, the room was empty. Just as he was getting comfortable again, there was a loud creak. Yet he was still alone in the elaborately furnished study. Shaking his head, Jean-Francois stood and walked out.
The moment the door closed, Fronsac and Marianne fell out of the closet. They sighed with relief; that closet wasn’t very large and they almost hadn’t heard Jean-Francois coming.
Marianne pulled out her handkerchief and wiped her lipstick off Fronsac. He returned her dark blue hair ribbon and her pale face flushed, framed by curls.
I'm not crazy about Ginger Snaps , but it does make for some interesting fics. The first drabble takes place any time during the second movie; the second drabble takes place between the first and second movies.
Title: Restless
Fandom: Ginger Snaps
Restless
When Brigitte dreams, she sees Ginger.
“Hey, B,” Ginger says. “Why’ve you been avoiding me? I get the feeling you don’t care anymore. Remember—we promised to go together, but I’m dead and you’re still alive. I’m not happy with you, B.”
Brigitte doesn’t sleep much.
She drinks tea and espresso. She takes cold showers and reads. She focuses on her wolfsbane injection log.
Brigitte used to be attracted to death because she thought it would be like sleeping forever—so alluring. But not since she began seeing Ginger’s animated corpse.
To escape from Ginger, Brigitte has to stay alive.
Title: The Lady of Shallot
Fandom: Ginger Snaps
The Lady of Shallot
“Hanging from the shower rod.”
“Seppuku.”
“That one’s good. But Lady of Shallot is better.”
Ginger glared at Brigitte. “She died because of a man who never knew her and fucked the queen. Her death was wussy.”
Brigitte rolled her eyes. “Whatever. Have you decided on a fitting death for the cheerleaders yet?”
“I’m still thinking,” Ginger said. She rubbed at her back. “Damn Advil never works.”
Their mother appeared at the top of the stairs. “Dinner time!” she called down. “Girls, stop angsting and wash your hands!”
Ginger groaned and slumped onto the floor. “I hate our gene pool.”
Fandom: Brotherhood of the Wolf
Courtship
Jean-Francois looked up sharply, sure he had heard something. But no, the room was empty. Just as he was getting comfortable again, there was a loud creak. Yet he was still alone in the elaborately furnished study. Shaking his head, Jean-Francois stood and walked out.
The moment the door closed, Fronsac and Marianne fell out of the closet. They sighed with relief; that closet wasn’t very large and they almost hadn’t heard Jean-Francois coming.
Marianne pulled out her handkerchief and wiped her lipstick off Fronsac. He returned her dark blue hair ribbon and her pale face flushed, framed by curls.
I'm not crazy about Ginger Snaps , but it does make for some interesting fics. The first drabble takes place any time during the second movie; the second drabble takes place between the first and second movies.
Title: Restless
Fandom: Ginger Snaps
Restless
When Brigitte dreams, she sees Ginger.
“Hey, B,” Ginger says. “Why’ve you been avoiding me? I get the feeling you don’t care anymore. Remember—we promised to go together, but I’m dead and you’re still alive. I’m not happy with you, B.”
Brigitte doesn’t sleep much.
She drinks tea and espresso. She takes cold showers and reads. She focuses on her wolfsbane injection log.
Brigitte used to be attracted to death because she thought it would be like sleeping forever—so alluring. But not since she began seeing Ginger’s animated corpse.
To escape from Ginger, Brigitte has to stay alive.
Title: The Lady of Shallot
Fandom: Ginger Snaps
The Lady of Shallot
“Hanging from the shower rod.”
“Seppuku.”
“That one’s good. But Lady of Shallot is better.”
Ginger glared at Brigitte. “She died because of a man who never knew her and fucked the queen. Her death was wussy.”
Brigitte rolled her eyes. “Whatever. Have you decided on a fitting death for the cheerleaders yet?”
“I’m still thinking,” Ginger said. She rubbed at her back. “Damn Advil never works.”
Their mother appeared at the top of the stairs. “Dinner time!” she called down. “Girls, stop angsting and wash your hands!”
Ginger groaned and slumped onto the floor. “I hate our gene pool.”
