The Fanfic Chronicles

  TV-MA | Romantic Gothic Noir | Witchcraft | Femslash The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina and Riverdale ( Sabrina Spellman, Betty Cooper, Veronica Lodge, love triangle) Greendale always smelled like rain and old paper, the kind that softened the edges of memory until even sins felt antique. Sabrina Spellman had chosen it that way. She liked places where the past lingered just long enough to make present decisions feel heavier. At twenty-six, Sabrina had learned to live with weight. She shut the door of the Occult Bookshop with her heel, arms full of leather-bound grimoires and one very mundane latte balanced precariously between her fingers. The bell chimed, a warning and a welcome both, and the wards stitched into the doorframe flared softly—golden, then calm. “Careful,” Ambrose called from the back. “You’ve got a traveling enchantment riding that coffee.” “It’s just oat milk,” Sabrina replied. “Oat milk is never just oat milk in Greendale.” Her phone vibrated. ...

  (FemSlash of Christine Chapel & La’An Noonian-Singh, TV-MA) The hum of the USS Enterprise was a constant, a living vibration that settled into the bones of her crew. For Nurse Christine Chapel, it was the sound of purpose, of order, of science taming the void. But in the quiet moments, in the sterile white of sickbay between emergencies, it was the sound of her own thoughts, thoughts that increasingly circled one person: La'An Noonien-Singh. La'An was a paradox wrapped in a Starfleet uniform. All sharp angles and controlled intensity, she moved through the ship like a predator, her gaze always assessing, always three steps ahead. She was the ship's chief of security, a woman forged in trauma and honed into a weapon of breathtaking efficiency. And Christine, a healer, was fascinated by the fractures she could sense beneath that hardened exterior. Their interactions were brief, professional, yet charged with an undercurrent of something else. A hand brushed too lo...