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FILLED PROMPTS:

1. "Conviction", Wonder Woman/Wonder Girl

3. "She Could Almost", Kylellax/Zatanna - tentacles, reluctant

4. "The Family that Lays Together", Mar'i/Dick - incest

9. "And Now We Are One", Kent-Zatara Triplets, Part Two

10. "Winter Dance", Damian + Dick

Comments

conviction | ww/wg

[(Anonymous)]

"But you are not an archer, or a javelin thrower," Diana says, frowning, then raises one elegantly arched eyebrow when Cassie rounds on her.

"All I ever hear from you, you and the Themiscyrian sisters," she hisses, "is what I'm not." The girl's fists are clenched, her hair hanging in golden twists, just like their lariats. Diana is about to counter this accusation when she pauses, replaying Cassie's outburst in her head. The words are violent, flung like spears, but in the hissing there's something more painful. Something painful enough to drive Cassie to this length, to hope that adherence to some botched myth will help her to find a place with the Amazons.

"Cassandra," Diana says, stepping forward. "You are not more, or less, an Amazon if you have two breasts or none at all. You are our sister, our child, and you are a woman."

The blonde girl is looking up at her, still furious but with the hurt evident in the flutter of her golden eyelashes, the rapid swell of her breasts against her strappy tank top. "I see you as an Amazon," Diana says. "And I appreciate you as a woman."

When she cups her strong hands over Cassie's breasts, the younger woman breathes in. Not in surprise, which is a good thing, but in acceptance. She shakes her long golden hair back, watching as Diana's hands move over the yielding flesh of her breasts, hefting their weight in her palms. Diana lowers her head to brush her lips over the rounded curves, catching a nipple through the fabric, breathing deeply the warm, glowing scent of Cassie. She moves slowly and worshipfully, giving Cassandra's body the attention and reverence it deserves.

"All right," Cassie says finally, throwing her shoulders back. "I won't do it." After a moment she adds, "But you don't have to stop."