Endless List Of Favourite Ships  4/ ∞ : Hannah And Kim

hey! i was wondering if you were doing spn femslash requests and would do a hannah/kim(10x02) one? please&thanks for your time :D

Hannah stares at the glass in front of her, the golden-brown liquid rippling with every shake of the table it sits upon.

“Sorry I don’t have anything better,” Kim says, searching through the kitchen cabinets. “Can’t really afford the good stuff out this way. I had a bottle of wine in the fridge but I finished that off a few days ago.” Hannah hums in response, fingers tentatively touching the sides of the glass. In the time she’s been on Earth, she’s not yet imbibed alcohol. Traveling with Castiel, she has come in contact with it of course, mostly through seedy bars or stores whose purpose is to sell it. Those places always smell sour, like bad wheat and mold. The liquor on the table in front of her doesn’t have an unpleasant aroma, smelling of wood and something almost sweet.

“Bourbon work for you?” Kim asks as she takes a seat at the worn kitchen table, grabbing the bottle and pouring herself some as well.

“It’s fine,” Hannah says, politely picking up the glass and taking a sip. Hannah has never experienced inebriation, and while she can taste the sharp flavor, the ethanol seems to have no effect.

“Very good,” She mumbles. Kim snorts, her own glass held to her lips, eyes tired but bright with surprise.

“For you to shoot it back that fast, it must be good.” She laughs, sipping the liquor. There is a cough from the living room and a creak of springs as Castiel shifts on the couch.

“You’re friend looked pretty dead on his feet,” Kim mumbles, pouring more of the liquor into Hannah’s glass.

“Yes, he… he is not well,” Hannah answers. Kim tilts her head to the side, a thoughtful frown pulling at her mouth.

“I’m sorry to hear that,” she replies. “I wish there was something I could do.” Hannah looks up, and catches her gaze, noticing the way the light reflects in Kim’s rich brown eyes.

“Sleep will do him good,” Hannah takes a small sip from the glass. Kim nods.

“I suppose it would all do us good,” she agrees. A lull falls over them once more. They silently sip their liquor, accompanied by the soft sounds of the evening. Kim sighs, craning her neck to the side with a groan. Hannah’s eyes fall upon the smooth column of skin, glowing with a thin layer of sweat from the day. Her mouth goes strangely dry and something within her vessel urges her forward, encouraging her to touch and run her fingers down Kim’s throat.

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carol sketch because none of my wips are appealing right now and when in doubt, carol danvers

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hey! i saw your spn femslash post for fic prompts-hannah/kim(towtruck-reichenbach-10x02) au(supervillian or scientist or government)-please/thanks for your time :D

Hannah put the finishing touches on the arm in front of her and closed it up, pulling the skin-like material down until it mimicked a human arm perfectly.

The girl-genetically engineered cyborg, really, but Hannah has always thought of her as a girl- smiled.

“How does that feel?” Hannah asked. “Can you move your arm?”

The girl nodded and flexed her wrist back and forth and side to side, finally clenching her fist.

Hannah turned to the geneticist on the other side of the glass and gave her a thumbs up.

In the booth Kim took a long look at her monitors to ensure that all biological measurements for the child were within normal ranges.

Kim pressed the intercom and said, “Okay Hannah, everything looks good on my end.”

That was it then. The child that Hannah, Kim, and a handful of others had created was finally ready. She could remember, years ago now, arguing with the others over whether or not to name the cyborg, and what. She and Kim had privately settled on Eve. When the two women realized that the girl was more human than anyone had expected they made a decision. They would take the girl and run away.

Hannah’s mouth was dry, now that the moment was finally here. Hannah and Kim had kept their personal relationship quiet for months, they had shored up a small pile of cash and had been ready to leave at a moment’s notice for weeks.

“Are you ready to see the world?” Hannah asked Eve, who was so alive and very real.

The child nodded. Hannah took her hand and led her out of the room to Kim, who took Eve’s other hand. The three walked out of the viewing room and into a stark white hall, where they quietly and carefully made their way out of the building.

It was a short walk to the parking lot, where they piled into Kim’s car. As they sped away, Hannah looked back for a moment to say goodbye to her old life. She looked forward to the road ahead and put her hand in Kim’s. The freedom of the world awaited them.

hey! if you are doing spnfemslash fic requests - 1980s au - please&thanks for your time :D

bless you for this 80s au, it kind of turned into 80s workout clothes porn? Just Hannah would be so cute in the whole getup, awww. thank you for this! So this is Hannah/Kim, mostly fluff.

Kim was tired, bone tired, dead tired. It was late, just after 9pmand she was sprawled out on the couch in her comfiest robe, hairstill wet from the long, warm shower, all alone with the kid alreadytucked into bed. Nothing on TV; bad sitcoms and worse dramas and shekind of hated Wednesdays.

Hannah was always late on Wednesdays.

But she had a weird way of turning up just when Kim startedseriously lamenting her absence. The door opened and Hannah breezedin grinning. Her hair bounced around her face, tugged up in a highponytail and held back with a bright blue sweatband that matched theoversized cut up hoodie falling off her shoulders. And okay, it wasworth the couple hours of loneliness because she always showed upbeautiful and energized, slightly sweaty but in a nice kind of way.She kicked off her shoes at the door, ridiculous neon pink things,dropped her matching bag on top and ambled over to the couch.

“Good class?” Kim asked, flipped the TV off and made room, whichwas useless anyway, since Hannah dropped down and snuggled up besideher, still workout damp, still hot as a furnace.

“Mhmm,” Hannah muttered, nuzzling into Kim’s robe, sliding onehand inside and warmly curling around her waist. “You should comewith me.”

Kim snorted a laugh and rolled her eyes, the same way she always didwhen Hannah said that, which was every Wednesday. “No, thanks. Ithink I blew out my shoulders on some twenty year old heap of junkthis afternoon. That’s enough exercise for me, thanks.”

“Aw, but it’s so much fun. We could get matching outfits.Legwarmers.”

“You’re not pleading your case very well.”

“Don’t you like legwarmers?” Hannah wiggled her legs around,covered from calf to ankle in more neon, purple this time, scrunchedover her black spandex.

“I like ‘em on you.”

“Maybe I’ll keep them on then?” Hannah only half-asked, lazilyrolling on top of Kim, sliding the big robe down around hershoulders, mouthing at her collarbone.

Kim chuckled lazily, tipping her head back, her eyes sinking closed.“Whatever you want,” she muttered. This was better than the hotshower, better than any soak in a tub, her girl brimming with thatperfect combination post-exercise energy and heat and hormones,stretching catlike on top of her. Wednesdays, late as they were,weren’t so bad.

‘meeting on the bus au’ hannah/kim prompt fill written for me by akane171

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The university grounds and old, stone buildings are icy and cold, buried under heaps of crisp white snow. Luckily, Professor Hannah Milton’s office is warm and cozy: so cozy, in fact, that she’s not as focused on her students’ essays as she should be.

Instead, she’s entertaining a few ideas on how to spend such a lovely evening. And they all seem to involve the university soccer coach whose office lies just across the hall.

Pushing the papers aside, she decides it may not be such a bad idea to just go say hello to her neighbor. And to see where things might lead, if nudged in the right direction.

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