18 Works by write4good
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After a long night of celebration and revelry on Yavin, Kleya wakes Vel while the rest of the galaxy still seems to be sleeping. She has something she wants to share with Vel. And though Vel is grumpy, she's always happy to spend more time with Kleya.
"I used to come up here a lot. When I still felt so lost.” Kleya murmured, wistfully, "I used to watch all of the activity down below. How everyone seemed to have a purpose, even if it seemed so chaotic. And try to find a pattern. Some sign that—it was all worth it. That it was—going to work.”
“And did you?” Vel asked quietly.
There were banks of clouds going purple, as the golden light on the horizon started to grow. And there were pinks now too. She admired the way those flaming colors got caught in Kleya’s hair.
Kleya shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t know. It usually made me more anxious, watching everyone run around. I could see a million things go wrong one morning. And somehow they found a million ways to work around it and keep going. And some days that was inspiring, and others it was exhausting. And made me think that it would just—never end.” -
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“No, leave the bacta.” Kleya sighs. “Who knows when we might really need it. It’s fine. It’s just a scratch.”
Vel lets the cabinet close with a soft thud and looks back over her shoulder. Red wisps of hair falling into her blue eyes.
“Would you let me take a look at it?”
Kleya stiffens. Instinctively.
But can’t think up an adequately scathing retort quickly enough—not before Vel’s crossed back over to her. And taken her injured hand in both of her own. And ever so gingerly drawn it closer for inspection.
She makes a soft, sympathetic tsking sound.
Kleya’s head is spinning.
“It’s pretty deep, Kleya.”
“So what? Would you recommend amputation?” Kleya scoffs, and is surprised when Vel’s half smirk and chuckle in return makes her heart—flutter. A little.
She tries to pull her hand away—or at least. She intends to pull her hand away. But somehow that command doesn’t quite make it from her brain to her muscles. Her hand remains perfectly clasped between Vel’s own. Inches away from her face.
“No amputation.” Vel says steadily. “Just. Sterile bandage and some extra special care.”After an injury, Kleya gets some of Vel's extra special care.
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You Fire Me Up And Then Drop Me Down Cold (Or Is That Reversed?) by write4good
Fandoms: Andor (TV)
15 May 2026
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After a long night on patrol on Hoth, Vel is looking forward to a warm meal with her cousin. She's also hoping. Maybe. That at some point. She might see Kleya somewhere in the icy passageways. That would be enough to warm her up, she's sure.
Meanwhile, Kleya has been avoiding Vel. As best she can. In the long months since Yavin. Because every time she sees Vel, her blood turns hot. And she finds it a little hard not to stare. What she really needs, is a cold shower.
AKA - Mon Mothma is tired of these two idiots trying to dance around the fact that they're in love with each other. So she orchestrates a great master-plan to get the two of them to spend some quality time in Hoth's famed hot springs. (It goes about as well as you can imagine.)
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“Vel.” Kleya huffed again, and shook her head for good measure, “I told you, priestess—not princess.”
Vel bit her lip to keep back a laugh.
“Oh? And what, pray tell, is the difference?”
“Well, for starters,” Kleya began, her voice dipping down low and raspy, “In most stories, princesses are put up on a pedestal to worship—”
“Remind me to tell Leia you said that.” Vel muttered, but nearly choked on the catch of her own breath when Kleya leaned forward and cupped her chin all in one fluid motion—so focused and swift.
Vel didn’t even have time to clamp her mouth shut.
“I was training to be a priestess, Vel. And priestesses—are the ones who do the worshiping.”While hiding out from the Empire, Vel and Kleya are stuck inside during a rainstorm. And Vel gets a tantalizing demonstration on how devoted Kleya as a priestess would be.
*I went ahead and tagged this one Mature because there is some kissing and clothing removed. But it is not deeply explicit -
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Kleya had just told her she was working. Which for her meant it was no doubt a ‘fate-of-the-galaxy’ type mission. And that meant when she said ‘they’ were watching, it most likely meant this seedy establishment Vel had just blindly walked into was probably even more dangerous than she’d realized.
But somehow, what raced through her veins wasn’t exactly fear. It was—something headier and much more primal than that. It was like a live wire. Sparking to life right in her chest.
And Vel found herself digging her fingers into Kleya’s thighs. Holding onto her.
“What do you need me to do?” She kept her voice low.
But then Vel squeaked in surprise when Kleya caught her chin and forced her head back. Forced her to look in her eyes. She looked stern. No nonsense. Still like the Kleya Vel remembered under all this—well, she wasn’t wearing much to hide under, actually. But, it was still as if she was in disguise. But more with her—actions. Her aura. The way she moved.
Someone new and yet—somehow the same. Still as stubborn. As infuriating. As—beautiful as ever.
“Make it look good.”After leaving Luthen's Axis network--Vel is adrift. Without purpose. Then--she runs into Kleya. At a strip club.
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“For the love of—” Vel swore. If she hadn’t already broken so many things this morning, she would’ve thrown something against the wall in frustration, “Kleya, I can see your nipples! You know I can! You’re—you’re not wearing a bra!”
Vel hadn’t exactly expected Kleya to blush or play dumb. She had started to suspect some time ago that Kleya knew exactly what she was doing and maybe even relished the way it always caught Vel off-guard and flustered her.
She was not prepared at all, however, for the way Kleya grinned and leaned back in her chair. So casually cruel with her posturing. The way she crossed her arms just beneath those breasts, making them all the more prominent—practically straining against her shirt. Like a goddamn warning sign.
“This is true.” Kleya said coolly. And she grinned. “What are you going to do about it?”5 times Vel sees Kleya without a bra, and the 1 time she does something about it
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I challenged myself to write something short and sweet for Vel x Cinta so here's a bit of a re-imagining of Vel's great speech to Samm after the Ghorman incident in a much lighter context!
*I tried so hard to limit myself to 500 words. But surprising no one--I couldn't bring myself to cut it down any further. Hope you enjoy!
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As the Rebel Alliance prepares for their attack on the Empire's second Death Star, Vel finds herself going through the motions. And feeling as if she has been here before.
She's maybe just a little bit haunted by all the people she's lost before. And decides that this time she won't squander her chance to say goodbye to the people she loves.
If only--she can find the right words.“Right.” Kleya said almost to herself, with a clipped nod. And when she lifted her eyes, they were burning. “So you came here to get your affairs in order. Give your final goodbyes, is that it?”
Vel bit her lip, “Well—I’ve never been good with timing, but. Yes. I suppose so.” -
Not An Absolution (But When I Hold You In My Arms, Maybe We'll Find Some Peace) by write4good
Fandoms: Andor (TV)
06 Sep 2025
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This is an exploration of the thoughts and feelings that might have been at play in the moment from the Andor Season 2 finale when Vel found Kleya wandering through the woods. Kleya is suffering from a bit of a concussion and keeps seeing flashes of her past. But she's resistant to that because she still doesn't want to accept that Luthen is really gone--and doesn't know how to grieve him. Vel recognizes the shell-shocked symptoms and treats Kleya with kindness despite their past rivalry. Feelings may start to bloom a little over tea...or later when they fall asleep in the same bed. Lots of comfort. Because Kleya deserves a hug. And Vel needs some peace.
Both our girls will get POV sections in each chapter. I did not place warnings for graphic depictions of violence because the actions have already occurred, but please not that there will be references to those traumas. And reference to Luthen's suicide. i did try to tag accordingly but if you feel there is something i missed that should be tagged please let me know.
*I am also of the impression that Kleya stays with Vel through the entirety of the continuity of the Rebel action in Rogue One and the OG films. If this work continues, i may explore those events.
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At the invitation of an estranged relative, Lena Daly travels with her niece and nephew to spend Christmas in a castle in the Balkans (in a country called Daxam), where she unwittingly falls for an enchanting Princess.
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“So, are you gonna take your coat off and stay awhile or—?” Cam crossed to her fridge and opened it, reaching out of habit for the vodka on the bottom shelf, “I know it’s probably not what you’re used to, but I’ve got—”
Cam cut herself off when she heard Rebecca exhale. And she glanced up just in time to see Rebecca’s long overcoat hit the floor. And, granted, that normally might’ve annoyed Cam just a little bit because she had a perfectly good coat rack behind her door.
But all things considered, the reckless placement and overall significance of the coat were easily forgotten because Rebecca was now standing in the middle of her living room--completely naked.
“Wow." Cam croaked, "Subtle.”
Rebecca’s lips quirked into a teasing smile and she took a bold step toward Cam, narrowing the chasm between them considerably.
“You’re the one who wanted to skip dinner.”
Oh. Right.
*This is just my version of what could have happened when Rebecca and Cam had their "after dinner" rendezvous. There are some really awesome ones already out there and I encourage you to read them all! Because these two characters deserve all the love! (I wrote this while waiting for the finale, can you tell??)
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The ones we love. That'll be the cost.
This takes place just after Layton and Melanie have made their announcement to the train that they are giving everyone the freedom to choose their own future. Just like in canon, Melanie makes her way back to the engine to find out what Ben plans to do.
Her fear turns to joy, joy turns to sorrow, and in the end she comes to accept--that there is balance in that.
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“Did it ever occur to you that maybe if you kissed me it might spark a memory?” Lena demanded, clenching fists.
“What?!” Kara squeaked.
“I mean, nothing else is working, and that thing the doctor said about my memory coming back on its own is complete bull—”
“Lena, keep your voice down!” Kara hissed nervously, afraid that their raised voices might make their way up to the nursery.
“Make me!” Lena snarled.--
Snobbish and wealthy Helena Luthor Lord lived a (miserable) life of luxury and leisure with her husband Maxwell Lord, until she fell off their yacht and suffered amnesia. Taking the opportunity to rid himself of his demanding wife, Maxwell Lord left Helena in a mental institution with no clue as to who she is--until a complete stranger arrives claiming that (He)Lena is the wife of Kara Danvers, a widowed carpenter with four kids living in the sleepy little town of Midvale. As time passes, the Ruse becomes harder and harder to keep up, as both Kara and her friends and family start to see less of the woman who had fired Kara so heartlessly, and fall more in love with the kind and fierce woman she's become.
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“If you’re not going to kiss me—kindly get off.”
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These chapters came from a conversation with @melscunicornonesie about where that joke about running away to Tahiti for Melanie and Ben could have come from. Chapter events do not necessarily relate to one another, each is simply a scenario that could have sparked the idea. There will be two chapters of fluff and two that are more angsty as well as an epilogue. I will be sure to have a note at the beginning of each chapter designating which is fluff and which is angst.
*To sum it up; some ideas for how Melanie and Ben might have started dreaming about running away to Tahiti
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Melanie gets a break from her monotonous daily routine as Head of Hospitality when she happens to meet Ben in the corridor. They can only spare a few minutes for each other, but it turns out to be just what Melanie needed.
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A Woman's Heart is a Deep Ocean of Secrets--Tell Me Sweetly by write4good
Fandoms: Avatar: Legend of Korra
14 Feb 2020
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Asami struggled to take a breath—struggled to make her lungs take in air when all they wanted to do was expel the screams she had been swallowing all this time. But even as she tensed to recoil, to pull her hand away from Wu’s grip, she felt the cold steeling over her heart—she thought of her father, of the hurt look in his eyes. And his worries for her future.
I won’t be around forever, Sweetie, he had said. With Wu, you’ll always be safe.
And even though her thoughts flew, fleetingly, to Korra—to the incredibly strong and courageous stranger with the twinkling eyes and a devil-may-care smile who had brought her back from the brink—she had to bow her head. She knew she had to let it go.
It wasn’t safe.And she was afraid it might not ever be.
She had a new life waiting in America, one of duty and Nothing Else. And once the ship docked--she would never see Korra again. Their time together, those fleeting moments, would only ever live, in her memory.~ or ~
Let's put the Ship of Dreams on the SHIP OF DREAMS! -
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Kara's eyes welled with relieved tears to see her standing there--to see her alive and well and so, so beautiful as if none of those horrible things had ever happened. As if she'd never hurt her. Never lied.
Lena seemed to sense that she was no longer alone in her office and she turned away from her window, her eyebrow lifting in genuine surprise.
"Was there something else, Miss Danvers?" Lena asked in a professional tone while she amended her stance to be closed off and suspicious.
Kara couldn't help but laugh--it was a reflex.
This was the moment, and she wasn't going to mess if up a second time.
Kara forced her face into an amiable expression and tried to soften her gaze as she approached Lena with her hand outstretched--offering everything. Everything that had never happened, and everything that could be.
"Actually, there is." Kara took a deep breath, pushing down her giddy nerves, and plastered on her biggest grin, "I wanted to tell you that beneath all this, I'm Supergirl. And I wanted to welcome you to National City."---
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Shaw's eyes narrowed as she took in the scene.
Leather Jacket.
Curly brown hair down the back.
Two guns.
It was Root.
At least, Shaw thought it was Root. Knew it even, beyond a shadow of a doubt. She knew that jacket and those curls and those guns. But she couldn’t reconcile the scene before her with Root—with who she knew Root to be. Sexy, an incorrigible flirt, dangerous, completely crazy and delusional, someone who had no concept of personal safety (Honestly, how many times did the woman have to get shot for her stupid Machine? Could she not for once put herself first?), quite possibly the bane of Shaw’s existence—aside from the fact that sometimes she fed her--adequate with a gun (well, two guns)…those were things Shaw associated with Root.
Not this.
Root hugging a child was not something Shaw thought she would ever see…she was pretty sure it should be illegal.~or~
Shaw doesn't do kids.
And Root really shouldn't either, but if it's for The Mission...