the mary & lavinia comment ficathon

[dollsome]

a.k.a. the oltha_heri and oliveoyl and i get an excuse to post lots of prompts ficathon

It's a legit thing, okay! The world needs all the Mary/Lavinia adventures.

rules (?)

+ One prompt per comment. Feel free to submit as many prompt-comments as you'd like. The more the better! If you'd prefer platonic fic to shippy fic, just specify that in your comment.

+ If you respond to a prompt, include a title in the subject line of your comment if you are using a lj layout that has subject lines. If you're not, please put that same information at the top of your comment.

+ Okay, that's as authoritative as I feel like being right now!

+ Spread the word:

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Masterlist of Responses
My dear, my dear, it is not so dreadful here by oltha_heri - You reach out a hand, slowly oh so slowly you inch closer to the porcelain skin of her wrist, and then dark eyes are fixed on you.

with grace in all she offers by dollsome - You are Lady Mary Crawley. Cold and careful, soulless and heartless. Selfish. Thorn-sharp to those who would stand in your way.

throw over your man, i say, and come by screamlet - "Lavinia, what about London?" Matthew asks as he clasps my hands.

it's you season by dollsome - "It's tradition," Mary says. "It's barbaric," Lavinia says.

Scandals Bear No Meaning by femme_slash_fan (crossover with Upstairs/Downstairs) - The fact that Agnes Holland had stood by her good friend and, for the moment, only company at home, had meant a lot to Blanche Mottershead.

The Truth Will Out by femme_slash_fan - Lavinia had come to Mary’s side when she called, gently taking her hand, feeling the girl’s trembles and gently squeezing her hand.

Comments

[themirrorofsin.livejournal.com]

and you're just a little too late

[femme-slash-fan.livejournal.com]

MINE!!

[femme-slash-fan.livejournal.com]

A/N: Sorry, this is kinda lame... it'll do for now, right? (I promise to adjust this entry with a better fic one day)

A Little Too Late This Time.
By Ros Sawyer.
Prompt: and you’re just a little too late…

Lavinia had watched Mary and Matthew together for a long time before she realised she was not jealous of Mary, indeed, she was jealous of Matthew. She hated the idea of hurting Mary in any way.

She had approached the girl that evening, the night she was asked to stay. She had spoken softly, shyly and cautiously, wincing when the girl began to cry.

“Mary?”

“It’s too late…”

“I… don’t understand?”

“He has already hurt me.”

[themirrorofsin.livejournal.com]

aw <3

[femme-slash-fan.livejournal.com]

<3 <3