ladyloves! - a f/f comment ficathon

[dollsome]

I have been wanting to do this for awhile, so, LET'S.

ladyloves!

a f/f comment ficathon

Rules
(Shamelessly copy/pasted from a past comment ficathon, because I am really bad at rules)
+ Pairings requested shall be female/female (... duh)
+ One prompt per comment, and please format your comment along the lines of: "[Fandom] - [Pairing] - [Prompt]." Feel free to submit as many prompt-comments as you'd like. The more the better!
+ If you respond to a prompt, include the pairing and a title at the top of your comment.
+ If your fic's got an R/NC-17 rating, please indicate as much in the comment subject line as well.
+ Spread the word!--

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The Vampire Diaries - Caroline/Rebekah - we'll paint this city red by morning by magisterequitum

Downton Abbey - Mary/Lavinia - and our feelings prey upon us by dollsome

Game of Thrones - Sansa/Shae - the night is dark by laeria

The Vampire Diaries - Rebekah/Tatia, Rebekah/Elena - to echo out of tune by pocochina

Don't Trust The B In Apartment 23 - Chloe/June - mystery left by portions_forfox

Parks & Rec - Ann/April - evolution takes its toll by portions_forfox

Doctor Who - Amy/Martha - wound up in a movie with no story by portions_forfox

The Hour - Bel/Lix - wants us to be happy by mapsounds

Skins - Mini/Liv - sour in the summer heat by perfectlystill

Once Upon A Time - Regina/Emma - You caught me lingering by buffied

Gilmore Girls - Rory/Paris - thus with(out) a kiss by dollsome

Pretty Little Liars - Emily/Hanna - do you still keep pictures of old girlfriends by perfectlystill

The Vampire Diaries - Caroline/Rebekah/Katherine/Elena - No Pedestals Are Quite This High by rosaxx50

Revenge - Amanda/Emily - the beast you've made of me by perfectlystill

Harry Potter - Ginny/Luna - i'm living in an age that calls darkness light by theviolonist

Skins - Effy/Pandora - vulnerable by rumpledlinen

Don't Trust The B In Apartment 23 - Chloe/June - Cold Food, Warm Champagne by fandomnerd

Skins - Michelle/Jal - off chance with a poster of a girl by portions_forfox

Pretty Little Liars/Veronica Mars - Alison DiLaurentis/Lilly Kane - we have lived so long (and hardly at all) by immortality

True Love - Karen/Holly - The Unpure by thisisagift

The Avengers - Natasha/Sif - The tangle of webs by thisisagift

Pretty Little Liars - Alison/Emily - there is no happiness like mine by immortality

Pretty Little Liars - Alison/Emily - there's still a part of me left for you by immortality

Downton Abbey - Cora/Sarah - you burned whilst I cried by amandiers

Once Upon A Time - Evil Queen/Red + Regina/Ruby - New Skins by thisisagift

Black Swan - Nina/Lily - dance my way under the wires (into your wired heart) by theviolonist

Nikita - Alex/Nikita - When You Can Hold Me Together by jessicaqueen

Doctor Who - Rose/Martha - wood and clay by portions_forfox

True Blood - Sookie/Pam - Blood Promise by femme_slash_fan

Comments

[dollsome.livejournal.com]

Questions can go here!

[zombie_boogie.livejournal.com]

The question this reporter has is a statement. I'm pretty sure you still owe me Hermia/Helena fic.

[dollsome.livejournal.com]

Don't Trust The B In Apartment 23 - Chloe/June - And I think I'm kinda gay

[portions-forfox.livejournal.com]

mystery left ; don't trust the bitch in apartment 23 ; june/chloe ; rated pg13 for boobies


There are rules that must be established. Like, boundaries. Clarifications.

For example, "Just because I left my toothbrush out on the bathroom counter does not mean I'm inviting you to use it as a sex toy."

Or, "Please do not delete my DVR recordings of Say Yes to the Dress just beceause The Devil Wears Nada is on the HBO porn channel again."

Or even, "If you're going to have sex in my bedroom, at least leave your room unlocked so I can cry in there."

But lately the recurring clarification has been an exchange somewhere along the lines of:

"Hey Chloe, what do you think of this incredibly tight, low-plunging new black dress?"

"I think I'm kinda gay."

(A sigh, and) "No, Chloe, you're not gay, you just want to touch my boobs."

(Here Chloe puts on her pleading puppy dog face, which works on everyone but, like, so totally doesn't do it for June. Like, totally not even a little bit.) "They just look so sah-ha-haft!" Chloe whines, and June rolls her eyes and tells Chloe to touch her own boobs.

"They're not as big," she laments as June stalks past her into the kitchen. (She's wearing Chloe's King Kong heels, so the walk's not as, like, sassy as she'd hoped. More on the wobbly side.) "Or as blonde."

"Boobs can't be blonde," June reminds her.

"They so totally can," Chloe insists, stalking past June in heels twice as tall. It's like a competitive catwalk to the refridgerator. (Wait, why are they even doing this. Why is this a question June finds herself asking in an endless loop nowadays.) "Blondes always have better boobs."

June huffs out a breath. "While I appreciate the compliment, we really can't have you groping me or identifying as gay just because you've taken such a liking to my bosom."

"First off, never say bosom again," Chloe orders matter-of-factly. June's just now made it into the kitchen, and Chloe's already seated plaintively at the table with a cup of pudding. (How does she do that?) "It makes you sound like an aging Christian prostitute."

"Is that even a—"

"Secondly, I wouldn't be groping you. That makes it sound like I don't know what I'm doing."

"You don't, Chloe, because you're not gay," June sighs, resisting a foot-stamp at the fact that there's no pudding left. Mostly because she's pretty sure she'd topple over in these heels. (God, why is she even wearing these? She's not even going anywhere, this doesn't make sense.)

"But I'm me, so I would rock your world," Chloe informs her, flicking her spoon and making a duh face. "Not that it would be very hard, considering you don't have many points of comparison."

"Hey!" Chloe half-heartedly defends, mouth full of Jell-O. It's the green kind. It isn't that good.

"And thirdly, I didn't say I was gay," Chloe reprimands with a roll of her eyes as June slides into the seat across from her. "I said I was kinda gay. Like, just gay for you."

June sets down her spoon and swallows her Jell-O. Maybe it's just that this dress is causing a lack of oxygen to her brain but she is, like, genuinely touched.

"You're gay," she whispers earnestly, "just for me?"

Chloe sets down her spoon as well—an act of the deepest reverence—and stares straight into June's disproportionately large eyes.

"June," she replies gravely, "I would go so gay for you, women's prisons would be renamed Straightville."

June claps a hand over her heart. "Aw," she purrs, "I have no idea what that means, and yet there are tears welling up in my eyes."

"I'm glad," Chloe hums, patting June's hand. "So can I touch your boobs now?"

"Grope away!"

Chloe lunges across the table with, "I told you, it's not groping."

June's distracted anyway. "Oh my god, do you have magic hands? Good lord!"

"I said I would rock your near-virginal world, didn't I?"

"Yeah, but this is beyond rocking, this is like—like—blowing my world—"

"No blowing tonight, girlfriend."

"Yeah, so like, my bedroom?"

"Yay, the one time I can have sex in there and you won't cry about it!"

"Wait, how many times have you—"

"Sshh, magic hands, remember?"

[ishi-chan.livejournal.com]

ASOIAF - Daenerys/Sansa - come and find me lying in the bed i made

[ishi-chan.livejournal.com]

ASOIAF - Daenerys/Arianne - They call you Queenmaker

[ishi-chan.livejournal.com]

Merlin - Morgana/Mithian

We had found treasure
How sinister, and how correct

[randomnachos.livejournal.com]

Parks and Recreation - Leslie/Ann - getting this happy takes practice

[dollsome.livejournal.com]

Bomb Girls - Betty/Kate -

let all go
dear

so comes love

(ee cummings)

[evewithanapple.livejournal.com]

Bomb Girls, Betty/Kate

You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves. (Mary Oliver, "Wild Geese")

[dollsome.livejournal.com]

augh that quote is so lovely MY HEART

[oltha_heri.livejournal.com]

Downton Abbey - Mary/Lavinia - Two can keep a secret if one of them is dead

[oltha_heri.livejournal.com]

The Vampire Diaries - Caroline/Rebekah/Katherine/Elena - Like looking in a mirror.

[rosaxx50.livejournal.com]

No Pedestals Are Quite This High | 1/2 | pg, spoilers to 3.22



Caroline loved Elena. She did. That didn't mean she was blind to Elena's faults, and blindness, well, that was one of them.

She meant what she had said to Bonnie, one unassuming afternoon, when Stefan Salvatore had rolled into town and brought chaos with him. Elena didn't know what she had.

Elena was loved. She was loved so deeply, Caroline would have found it stifling and stopped envying her, if only her own life hadn't felt like it was too full of being second-best, the one standing in the dust, the one with the mother who was constantly "too busy" to spend any time with her errant daughter. (And it was a cruel thing to think, now, wasn't it, when Elena couldn't see Miranda outside of photographs and dreams? Nope, that thought belonged to herself, and she would keep it that way.)

Elena was everyone's first choice, and she wasn't even aware enough to appreciate it.

Everyone wanted to die for Elena, and it wasn't until Elena stepped into the otherwise deserted classroom, heartbreak in her face when she laid eyes on Alaric, panic when she saw the faintly smoking wounds on the corners of Caroline's mouth, did Caroline understand the burden it really was.



But pause: rewind.

Elena's lips were red like blood, her step had just a little bit more swagger, and that familiar face was so sad beneath her smile, Caroline would have gone right up and given her a hug -- Hello -- if it weren't for the flash in Elena's eyes. It wasn't Elena after all.

It was... her. It was the vampire who had smothered her with her own pillow, and hadn't even done it because of Caroline. She had just been collateral damage, the necessary implement to get to Elena, because it was Elena who everyone wanted. Once, Caroline would have thought, 'I wish I were you,' but Caroline was a vampire now. She was above all of this. She had admitted she felt insecure, and she was dealing with it, all right?

Katherine's hands were as strong as stone -- stronger than stone -- when they griped her arms, pulling Caroline to a halt in the middle of her living room. Caroline tried to shake her off, to dart away, but there wasn't even a hint of movement, not the faintest sound, and she had to skid to a halt to avoid crashing into the older vampire. She stumbled backwards, clumsier than she'd ever been as a human, but Katherine was so fast, so strong, and Caroline was on the ground again, Katherine crouched over her. Katherine didn't even need to breathe, but her face was so close, Caroline could feel her breath grazing against her cheek, and it was warmer than she'd expected.

Her eyes focused (so much faster now, sight so much sharper), and the thought was inevitable: How had she ever thought Katherine and Elena looked the same?

Just a few hours with Stefan Salvatore, Katherine told her, her hair tickling Caroline's nose. That was all she wanted. Caroline and Elena could play house for all she cared, as long as she kept Elena away. (How was it that those words hurt more than Katherine's nails digging into her arms?) Maybe Stefan could join them when they were done.

All this, just to get Stefan alone. Caroline wanted to turn her face away, to hide the fury and fear she felt when she agreed. Panic welled up, but she bit back the words. Oh god oh god, what was she going to do?

She watched Katherine sauntering away, watched her glance disinterestedly at the photos on Caroline's shelves, and the answer was painful, but simple: she would do what she had to, or Katherine would kill her.

[oltha_heri.livejournal.com]

The Vampire Diaries - Caroline/Rebekah - Blondes have more fun.

[magisterequitum.livejournal.com]

we'll paint this city red by morning

She finds her on a beach in Monaco, stretched out on the white sand, unaffected by the people around her, and at first Caroline thinks she may be wrong, her mind is confused, but no she sees legs and arms of bare skin that remains untouched by the sun's rays and knows she's right. There's no one else with her there on the beach; Caroline checks, peers over the rim of her sunglasses to the left and right, sees no one else familiar, no one that's family, and notices that there's only one towel laid out, not two. Alone.

Sixty years has made her a little braver, a little stronger, a little more sure of herself. She steps forward, the sand sifting under her feet though she doesn't feel the heat.

"You're blocking my sun." And yes, that's Rebekah. Same haughty tone that's half indifference and half attention craving.

"You can't tan," Caroline retorts as she kicks a tiny bit of sand onto Rebekah's leg. Rebekah's taller than her and her legs are longer and Caroline likes that she's got something on her now instead of all that naked skin.

Rebekah opens her eyes, narrowing them in something Caroline thinks is supposed to be frustration and anger. It makes her smile instead. Sniffing, and somehow Rebekah still manages to look regal even when she's horizontal and Caroline's standing above her, she says, "That's not the point. I'm trying." She tilts her head, appraising her, eyes traveling over the green biking Caroline had bought in the little shop not far from here before coming back to her face. "No dog or Salvatore brothers or dopplegangers here with you, I see. You're all alone."

"So are you," Caroline snaps back because she's still Caroline Forbes and can bring the bitch any day out to fight.

Shaking out her long hair, still blonde and shiny just like hers, Rebekah rolls her eyes and drops her head back down. "I was making an observation. No need to bark at me. Besides, I've grown tired of boys and their idiocy." She closes her eyes and goes silent, leaving Caroline standing above her like an idiot herself while the normal humans carry on around them. That answers the one towel question though.

Sixty years has made her a little lonely too.

Caroline drops to the sand, sinking down to her knees and then turning, stretching out until she's mirroring the other blonde's position. She's half on and half off the towel, sand on her right side of her body and Rebekah's warm skin on her right. The green of her biking looks brilliant against the pink of Rebekah's.

"Is there a reason you're still here?" One eye opens minutely to stare at her from the side.

Caroline pushes sand over her right foot with her left. She hasn't sat out like this, tanned like this, pretended to do any of this, in so long. It's kind of nice, to remember what she used to do when she was human. "I've been to France, all over, but I've never been here before. I could use a tour guide." She inflects on the end, leaving her statement an open question to hang in the hot air.

Rebekah turns to her then and her smile is blinding and white and so large. "Oh," she purrs, nudging Caroline's foot with her own. "We'll have so much fun tonight."

[oltha_heri.livejournal.com]

Teen Wolf - Allison/Erica - "I have someone else in mind for you."

[oltha_heri.livejournal.com]

Downton Abbey - Mary/Lavinia - "We cannot help ourselves. We live at home, quiet, confined, and our feelings prey upon us."

[dollsome.livejournal.com]

and our feelings prey upon us (1/2)

Once it has become quite clear that Lavinia isn't going to die, Mary sets a date with Richard Carlisle. They marry at the beginning of June, before anyone quite has time to protest it; the ceremony is Lavinia's first great outing. She cannot quite savor her release from the sickbed -- not here, sitting at Matthew's side, very carefully not looking at his face. (She knows what she will find there, and would rather not see it.) She watches Mary instead -- Mary in white, smiling with perfect elegance and no joy. It makes Lavinia's heart ache. Sir Richard's face is full of true pleasure. It seems right, somehow, that he is the only one of them triumphant enough to let real feeling onto his face. As they are joined under the eyes of God, Mary's own eyes wander, briefly, to Lavinia. For a dizzy, daft split-second, Lavinia feels sure this will be enough to stop her heart.



"Oh, Matthew," Lavinia murmurs, once the celebrations have come to a close and they are on their way out to the car.

He pays her the respect of not pretending nothing is wrong, for once. Instead, he says, in quiet words meant only for her (for he does trust her like he doesn't quite trust anyone else -- not even Mary -- especially not Mary), "I only wish it could have been someone better. Better than him."

"If anyone can withstand him, it's Mary."

"She shouldn't have to withstand him."

"Perhaps it won't always be that way." She loops her arm through his. He pats her hand absently, as if they've been married fifty years already. "Feelings change."

"God, I hope so." They pause a moment, as if they've made some silent pact to enjoy the evening air. "She did this for us," he says then.

"I know it," Lavinia answers. "And I intend to spend my life making it up to her as best I can."

"Darling," Matthew says, as if this is any sort of answer -- it will serve, with his voice soft and fond and faintly surprised like that. He kisses her cheek, and his closeness leaves her oddly calm. She is struck by that feeling again, that fifty-years-married feeling, and wonders if she has grown out of him without realizing. Her thoughts wander back to Mary; they became quite good friends during Lavinia's Orphean journey out of death. Lavinia knows very well that it was mostly guilt at first that spurred Mary's attentiveness -- guilt about the kiss she was never meant to see, and the sickness that trailed so neatly after it. But does it really matter where friendships begin, once true life has been breathed into them?

[softly-me.livejournal.com]

The Vampire Diaries - Katherine/Elena - pretty little face stopped me in my tracks; that's why she sleeps with one eye open

[softly-me.livejournal.com]

The Vampire Diaries - Rebekah/Elena - Rebekah loved Tatia more than all her brothers combined; Elena is like a ghost come back to haunt her

TVD - Rebekah/Tatia, Rebekah/Elena - to echo out of tune

[pocochina.livejournal.com]

[This ended up as focused on Rebekah->Tatia as Rebekah/Elena? I hope that's okay.]

It's intolerable, Elena invited into her home, sauntering in like she has any right to drag that face down with jewelry, like that's her smile she curves around their glasses, like those are her hands she refuses to strip bare.

(Rebekah remembers being thirteen and hovering at the door of the small home behind theirs.

Tatia hadn't waived her away, hadn't even sighed under the tiresome burden of Rebekah's presence. Tatia had smiled, unguarded and sweet.

"Do you want to say hello to the baby?"

Rebekah had nodded, her renegade tongue suddenly tied. She hadn't known what hello would mean to a baby, even, but it seemed alright to sit down next to Tatia and lean her head over it to smile.

"You must not have been around babies much." Tatia laughs a little, but it isn't unkind. "You're the youngest of your family, aren't you?"

Tatia had noticed. Tatia had noticed lots of things.)

Damon and Stefan both snarl when she walks over to greet the three of them.

"Stefan, guys, it's okay," Elena says.

"It really is. If I felt like killing you tonight, there would already be Salvatore all over my brother's new floor."

They walk off together arm in arm, just like the school chums they are.

(Her brothers had started to notice her absence in the long afternoons - not soon enough for Rebekah's liking, but still, it was always too soon when they clamored in to fight over Tatia's attentions.

But Tatia's laugh belonged to Rebekah, the native language of the small sunny world they shared, and Tatia always sent the boys away a little sooner than they wanted. "We don't need them, Rebekah," she would say, loudly enough for them both to hear. "We have the best time on our own."

Which had only enticed them to come back more, more foolish and more impressive every time. Rebekah had understood, of course, but would never quite be able to hate them for it, because even if they'd come for Tatia, they'd still come to her, too. And because Tatia had always let her stay.)

Rebekah steers them off into a hidden nook on the side of the study (as if she doesn't know her brother, his endless indulgence in stage-whispered secrets).

Elena watches her, back against the wall, and Rebekah wants to rattle her composure to dust.

She reaches out her left hand to pulls Elena's hair, baring Elena's neck.

(Tatia taught Rebekah how to braid her hair, had let Rebekah test out her clumsy fingers on those thick dark curls and worn the loose, ragged ropes around her face for as many days as they lasted.)

Elena kisses her back so readily it's almost (almost) unsatisfying. She leans in, forehead almost against the wall, runs a hand up Elena's dress, and doesn't whisper anything over Elena's choked sigh.

("But I won't hurt you, Tatia. Not you."

"I don't know that anymore, Rebekah. You don't know that anymore." And Tatia had cried, as if she wasn't the one leaving Rebekah to burn on the street. Rebekah had gone home and ripped a tree limb from limb in furious hurt, but she hadn't been lying; she could never hurt Tatia.)

Elena pretends to be composed a second too soon, her voice high and rushed. "What does your mother want with me?"

"Some doppelganger business, I imagine," Rebekah says as though she couldn't care less (because she couldn't, because Elena is nothing like Tatia, nothing at all). "I haven't the faintest idea."

[softly-me.livejournal.com]

The Vampire Diaries - Bonnie/Caroline - i don't want to fall another moment into your gravity

[softly-me.livejournal.com]

The Vampire Diaries - Elena/Katherine - you want a better story? who wouldn't?

[softly-me.livejournal.com]

Teen Wolf - Allison/Lydia - someone may be falling in love with you

[cassiehayes.livejournal.com]

um, so, this is coming a bit late, in part because it got waaaay out of hand, but it was intended to be for your prompt here, so here! link to my journal, because, yeah, way out of hand.

they write books about this sort of thing (http://cassiehayes.livejournal.com/40202.html)
Teen Wolf l Allison/Lydia l R l ~6,000 words

[selonbrody.livejournal.com]

Spartacus, Mira/Saxa, I would kill to be the cold, tracing your body and shaking your bones, but I can't sleep at night

[laeria.livejournal.com]

Doctor Who - Amy/Martha - I light up when you call my name

[portions-forfox.livejournal.com]

wound up in a movie with no story ; doctor who ; amy/martha ; rated pg13


In another world Martha is alone. She slides across the stars and opens her eyes and is suddenly, achingly alone.

There's no explanation for waking up in a parallel universe, other than the usual wibbly wobbly timey wimey stuff, but this time there's no Doctor to explain that to her either.

She wants to find the closest thing.



-



She goes looking for Rose, and for the human Doctor, but instead she ends up with an inky address scribbled on the palm of her hand alone in the backstreets of Leadworth.

A girl with bright red hair is stumbling out a pub, and her name lights up on Martha's lips before she can begin to remember why, and she's glowing, and—and Amy, Martha's calling.

The girl stops, separates from the tall beefy bloke she's clinging to. Fumbles over to Martha across the empty road, high heels clicking in the dark.

"How d'you know my name?" she whispers, close to Martha, warm, breath boozy, and Martha answers, "Let me tell you."



-



They'd met once, in the right world, the one with the Doctor in it. Amy had been older then, and tired, and married, and tired of being married. Martha called the Doctor and Amy came along because "Christ, I had to plow an entire bloody cornfield to get his attention, and all you have to do is ring him! Bloody hell! You must be brilliant!" The Doctor's—the new Doctor's eyes had lit up at that, and he'd said, "Ah, well, Martha Jones—she's a star." Winked at her like it was an inside joke.

The husband shook her hand, a nice fellow, "Pleasure to meet you." He was a clever bloke, and resourceful, and cheerful, and Martha guessed correctly that his only real problem his whole life long would be that his wife couldn't quite stop being in love with an alien in a blue box. Ah, well. What could you do.

Rory made a bloody good nurse, too, and said she was the nicest doctor he'd ever worked with before, and shot the Time Lord a pointed look as he did.

Before they left, Amy gave her a hug—the height difference was staggering, God—and whispered close in her ear, "I like you best, Martha Jones." She pulled away, and of course there were tears in her eyes. She squeezed Martha's shoulders. "I get the feeling I won't see you again," she said, looking off like she wasn't going to see much of anything anymore, and Martha almost replied with, You're wrong.



-



The Amy on this planet is young, very young, nineteen-year-old young, and there's a Rory but he's not really in the picture yet. Martha expects it'll be a few more years and then the universe will take its course.

The moon lights Amy's pale skin, and her eyes are shadows as her lids flutter closed. Martha's watching Amy's hair splayed out in the dewy grass when Amy whispers, "Do you miss him?"

Martha starts, "I—" Stops, starts again, "We always miss him." And she expects that in another world, Amy Williams really does.

This Amy shifts and reaches for her hand in the grass.



-



Amy's skin glows when Martha glides her hands up Amy's ribs, pearl and warm under the morning sun, and rose petals rise up to meet her touch in whatever trail that Martha traces. Her lips are red and flush when Martha kisses them, and her jaw slacks open quickly, wet tongue waiting there, and in the sun there are golden lights in Amy's hair. Legs tangle in white sheets, Martha gasps at Amy's fingers on her neck, and when Amy comes she arches into the sun, into the stars, into another world.

Maybe Rory will stay out of the picture a few years more.

[laeria.livejournal.com]

ASoIaF - Melisandre/Sansa - the story of the ice queen

[laeria.livejournal.com]

Avengers, Natasha/Maria, choking on you nightly

[evewithanapple.livejournal.com]

Hanna, Hanna/Sophie, you would kill for this, just a little bit

[evewithanapple.livejournal.com]

Twin Peaks, Donna/Laura(/Maddie), I'm locked in my head with what I've done

[linsell-farm.livejournal.com]

The Vampire Diaries - Caroline/Elena - Let me feel you like we used to do