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ladyloves! - a f/f comment ficathon

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!--

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

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The Big Bang Theory, Penny/Beverly (Leonard's mother), Experiments and Results.

Edited 2012-07-02 17:42 (UTC)

Sarah Jane Adventures, Maria/Rani, Remember Her, Remember Me, Remember How It Used To Be...

Torchwood, Jilly/Vera, Mourning for a love that never could be...

(well, I wasn't expecting that to catch my eyes O.o) TW for mass murder?

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Jilly likes to think that she's organized--that she knows down to the second everywhere she's supposed to be, and everyone she's supposed to meet. And she is, she has color-coded folders, and printable labels, and a brain that can remember ridiculously tiny details--anything to get the job done.

But organization means nothing when the lists of the dead cross her path. When she skims a finger-tip past so many names a part of her that she'd thought dead lurches. Jilly thinks in delaying and publicity tactics, even as she swirls water in her mouth to stop the taste of the bile climbing her throat. People are a commodity, it's what she's always believed. She's made a deal with the devil and the hard place, and none of the names on the list should mean anything to her (some clerk somewhere, might get fired for letting that list fall into someone else's hands. The military and their paperwork efficiency will always be their undoing).

The water goes down already too-warm from her body heat. She thinks about spitting it out, but that wouldn't be lady-like, and maintaining her appearance of calm is everything.

Even now.

Johnson, Kim. Johnson, Robert. Jones... Juarez, Vera. Her finger continues down, before she stops. Frozen, barely able to think, Jilly's eyes track back to that tell-tale line.

There had been something with Dr. Vera Juarez, some spark that had made Jilly chase her more than she had others. Something special about the woman that Jilly'd been hoping would become more than just client-doctor privilege. It's not like Jilly's had time to sleep lately, but even in her fifteen-minute power naps, she sometimes wakes from two-second dreams and remembers Vera Juarez doing more than just smiling at her.

Now she's dead.

Jilly's heard rumors, about how they're making the dead stay dead. Her hand closes on her water bottle and she raises it for another drink, then feels rage snap through her. The bottle slams into the wall.

Lock it down. You have a job to do. The momentary explosion smooths away, Jilly's hands are shaking, but she's got a client meeting in fifteen minutes--they want her best strategies for dealing with clean-up should the list make it to the news. Someone will be bound to leak it. No one's going to sit on a gold-mine like a list of the executed that points fingers at every government agency in existence. This has Nazi Germany, Hitler, and Blitzkrieg written all over it.

Well. She's certainly had more difficult stories to spin. Her fingers are steady as she scratches down an outline for the counter-attack.

Beautiful. Really beautiful. Thank you. :)

I still haven't forgiven them for killing her.

Thank you!

Oh, I was so angry, I ragequit the show. I was like "ffs, TW, WE ARE DONE NOW." Which was annoying, as I really liked Jilly and Vera and Esther. sigh.

I'm still watching and waiting for the next season (which if sources are right, kills the last female of the show...) but I was already pissed after Stephen!Gate... and then they took *my* favourite out of a show where people supposedly can't die? I was so done that I quit writing for ages.

Needless to say most of my requests here will likely be Vera-related (or Jilly and Esther... because they made Vera smile god-damnit!) so... yeah. I might end up AUing the hell outta this show.

Again, thank you. Even if I did cry. *snuffle*

The Graduate, Mrs Robinson/ofc, Before Sylvia met Mr. Robinson, she had a crush on another woman. She didn't really want to go out with him, but...

LOL, hello stranger! So taking this one. (Although if anyone else wants to try I'd love to see/hear.read it...)

Hm, I need to find a new OFC face don't I?

*scurries off to find one*

Edit: Mind if she has *two or three* relationships with women pre-husband?

Edited 2012-07-02 19:49 (UTC)

So, taking the lack of responce as an okay to continue...

Young!Sylvia: (http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/AbbyL/Loads%20of%20people/?action=view&current=YoungSylvia.jpg)

The first crush/relationship: (http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/AbbyL/Loads%20of%20people/?action=view&current=Kellie-1.jpg)

The second crush/relationship: (http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/AbbyL/Loads%20of%20people/?action=view&current=Jennie.jpg)

The third crush/relationship: (http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y125/AbbyL/Loads%20of%20people/?action=view&current=Carolyn.jpg)

The fic will probably be up by tomorrow.

Edited 2012-07-02 21:24 (UTC)

Sure! I wasn't at the computer.

This is going to be wonderful! And I love that you find pictures for your ofcs. :)

:) I hope I didn't come off bitchy? It was just a kinda... since one is good, more must be better? sorta thing.

I'm too lazy to really expand on the whole 'she was blonde/blue eyed' blather that usually happens... so pics kinda have to be found so people don't go 'wait, why is she pretty exactly?'

*shrug*

Okay, back to this epic epic fic.

Also, young!Sylvia is so hot. *swoon*

Of course! You're so right about that. :) Actually, all we really know from canon is that she studied art in college until she got pregnant in a car and had to get married at at some point began drinking too much... So anything goes! If she had one ladylove, why not more!

Well, yes, you can call that being "lazy", but finding pics that match what you have in mind also takes some effort. ;) I can definitely see the point, but I would be too lazy to do that. :)

Yes, that girl is hot! But I must say that you surprised me there. A picture of young Anne Bancroft would have been good, too! :)

I couldn't find any decent ones of young!Anne... so I kinda had to ad-lib a little.

Well, I haven't covered the whole pregnant thing or anything but... the fic is done.

Pics for me are easier than trying to find a 'new' way to describe a character... and since I had four (more actually) to do... pics were slightly easier.

Fic coming now.

This Is How A Heart Breaks, The Graduate, Mrs Robinson/ofc, Before Sylvia met Mr. Robinson, she had a crush on another woman. She didn't really want to go out with him, but...

A/N: So, as is obvious by the photos shown above, I decided to try and extend the idea of Sylvia Robinson being a secretive bi-sexual type.

The first time that Sylvia Redfern realized she was bi-sexual was the day she noticed just how incredibly beautiful her mother’s best friend, Kellie Cooper was. She had, unfortunately, developed a rather serious crush on the woman. At just 14, however, she was far, far too young to act on it. By the time she was old enough to act… Kellie had moved away.

As it happened, around the same time, the same year that Sylvia turned 16, Kellie’s sister, her slightly older sister, had moved into Kellie’s old house. Jennie was just as beautiful, except she seemed to be struggling to cope with something, Sylvia was too young to realize exactly what that something was, and yet she felt herself fall for the woman the day she saw Jennie sitting alone on her porch. Jennie had been crying, something clearly wrong and Sylvia had moved closer, unable to stop herself reaching out to the woman.

Sylvia had paused on the porch steps, suddenly somehow nervous. She was, after all, young and new to the whole idea of a relationship between two women, and yet she knew she wanted to be the one that Jennie could trust, perhaps even love. That had been the day she lost her innocence. All the same, even years later, she could never bring herself to loathe Jennie. The woman had been kind, warm and friendly and yet she had been so clearly hurt that for Sylvia, all she wanted was to protect her.

Sylvia’s mother had found out, chased Jennie out of town and sent her daughter to a convent school. Little did her mother know she was introducing Sylvia to the girl who would later become something of an obsession, and a problem, throughout Sylvia’s life.

The girl in question, Carolyn Robinson, had been the sister of an older boy at the nearby school for boys, a school that taught it’s boys exactly how to negotiate their way through life. Carolyn, aged just 18, was far less daunting of a prospect.

Carolyn was a shy girl, fragile and strangely broken and yet, she was utterly beautiful. She had been sweet enough when Sylvia was thrown into the mix at the school, put into the same dormitory as Carolyn, the two girls all alone in their dorm. The relationship had been purely platonic for the better part of a year. It was after spring break when Carolyn had returned to the dorm bruised and bloodied, clearly having been beaten into submission that the relationship escalated.

Carolyn had been a little nervous at first, allowing Sylvia to take the lead. Sylvia had, at that point completely unknowingly, taken what was left of Carolyn’s innocence from her. She had been the one to kiss Carolyn, to hold her and comfort her.

Sylvia’s parents had, once again, found out. Determined to put an end to it all, they had all but forced Sylvia to marry Robert, Carolyn’s vicious and rough older brother. She was to be the youngest in a long succession of Mrs. Robinsons. She was beaten, unable to stop the wedding and unable to go back to the woman she truly loved.

She had given in, allowing herself to be told what to do for a long time, only challenging her husband when she met, and fell for Benjamin. By the time she met Lydia, she was finally free of Robert and Benjamin’s influences, and able to romance and be romanced by Jennie’s granddaughter, Lydia.

Wow, this is great! And I love how you connect it to the other story - wonderful prequel. :) Thank you so much for writing!

I thought it'd be fitting to cover exactly why Lydia's so able to get under Sylvia's guards so easily.

You're welcome.

I love your prompts. SO creative.

True Blood, Nan/Pam, Blood-Tears.

The Big Bang Theory, Penny/Beverly (Leonard's mother), Experiments.

Downton Abbey - Cora/Sarah – “Mistress”.

Star Trek: Next Generation/Star Trek: Voyager, Janeway/Beverly, Unusual,

Torchwood, Gwen/Esther, "What a shame you seem to be happily married."

Torchwood, Esther/Vera, AU - What if Esther had managed to rescue Vera?

Loveless, Kouya/Yamato, First time sex

Loveless, Kouya/Yamato, a lovechild

(if people write mpreg, why not?!)

Torchwood, Alice/Johnson, Teach me to live, give me the strength to try

Phantom Of The Opera, Meg/Christine, Angel, I hear you speak, I listen...

Phantom Of The Opera, Christine/Madame Giry, The mother she never had, the lover she never knew

Blackout, Alex/Sylvie, The husband always cheats, the lover always lies...

Silk, Martha/Caroline, A dip in the 'Ladies Pond'

Torchwood, Jilly/Vera, Forgive me.

Torchwood, Jilly/Vera, AU - Vera lives but can she forgive Jilly her mistakes?

Desperate Housewives, Lynette/Bree, After Tom leaves...

Torchwood/Doctor Who, Vera/Female!Doctor, Never mess with time and space... unless you can rescue someone who dies needlessly.

Edited 2012-07-02 22:04 (UTC)

Torchwood/Doctor Who - Vera/Female!Doctor - Stars renewed (1/2)

The last thing she feels is fire. The smoke is inside of her, wrapping itself around her bones, turning them brittle, and breaking them. Smoke is in her eyes, she is blind, she feels it filling up her veins and burning them up.

She hears a noise in the burning darkness. It is not the shouting from outside, that was long gone, and that had never been. It’s a strange whirring noise; it fills her ears like rage. A light flashes above her, and with the last of her strength, pulls herself up on her hands to see it. Is this her death? She had never believed in heaven, but so many patients of hers had. She willed them to get there, if they could, she wanted them to believe. She wanted it to be true, in that moment.

The next thing she feels is light. It is not like the fire. It is soothing. She doesn’t understand it, but it flows through her, and she can feel the universe inside her, her fingertips glow, she has in her hands the burning hearts of stars, but it doesn’t hurt this time.

She opens her eyes. She is in the netherworld no longer, nor in the strange illuminated in between...she’s in...well, she has no idea what. A large place. A chaotic but strangely warm and welcoming place. She sings her legs from the bed she had found herself on, and wiggles her toes with a laugh. Her legs had been shot through, she had been bullet ridden, got by a gun. Well, not anymore. Starting forward, she let out a large “Ow! Fuck!” of pain as she bashed her head. She peered upwards at the offending article.

“Bunk beds. Really.” She mutters with a frown.

She wonders if this is heaven, or hell, if she is dead. No one could have really healed her injuries. She looks around the room she is in and thinks “No. Definitely not”. She would never have bunk beds in her heaven.

She wanders through the strange place, as if she is lost in a dream. Doors open for her, she doesn’t know how, all she knows is that as she walks through the place, she can feel the whispers of memories all over her skin. She comes to the last door. She feels...her father, winging her round as a child. Staying in bed on a snow day. Donuts that cute doctors brought on the late shift at the hospital. And to her happiness at finally knowingly opening one of the doors, the entrance slides open into a room wider than the others. It is Bright and colourful and loud.

She isn’t nervous. She thinks maybe she should be, but this place feels...natural. Like she understood it, and it understood her. This was of course, impossible, but the feeling stays as strong as it was and for once, she let it.

She comes to a platform; she was in the heart of the place. Everything in her felt stronger now as she neared the centre. She ran her hands along the edge of the casing that held the heart. Over buttons and levers and screens.

“I wouldn’t touch anything if I were you. Especially not that green lever thingy. She hates it when you do that. Never hear the end of it. Would I?”

Vera whirled round in shock.
The voice belonged to a woman who was now bounding noisily up metal steps toward her, waving her hands in protest.

Torchwood/Doctor Who - Vera/Female!Doctor - Stars renewed (2/2)

She is a slim, tall, dark haired woman. Her shock of dark wavy hair flies all about her shoulders. When she reaches the stop of the steps, she smiles at Vera in a dizzy sort of way, teetering slightly on knee high heeled boots the colour of blood.

“Well, you are looking better! Do you feel better? Do you need anything?” she rushes, seemingly genuinely concerned and wondering. She takes hold of Vera’s shoulders and tries to peer into her face. “I’m trying to think of a friend of mine’s mum, she’d know what humans need...”

“Humans?” Vera frowned. She said not much more however. She felt she star light in her again, and she knew that at least was not human. After opening doors with her mind she figured perhaps, she should get used to not so human things.

“Apples! Soup? No!” she yelled the last word, making Vera jump. “Tea! Yes! Ugh I’m an idiot!” the dark haired woman bashed the heel of her wrist against her forehead. “Tea!” she repeated, then turned to Vera suddenly. “Do you know how to make tea, Vera?”

Vera, despite herself, smiled. She shook her head. “Don’t you have a kettle in this...” she gestured around her.

“TARDIS. And I’m sure I do, but i have absolutely no idea where I would find it.”

Vera shrugged. “I’m used to crappy hospital coffee anyway. I’m a doctor, you know.”

The other woman smiled her dizzy smile again. “So am I, Vera, so am I.”

She would come to learn more on this fact. That even a doctor who didn’t cut people open could still save people. That death, something Vera had grown accustomed to, did not always have to be an end. Sometimes it could be a beginning. After she died, Vera saw the universe. She saw stars and moon and planets, she saw the birth of heroes, and comforted them when they fell.

With the doctor, she understood the purpose of things in a way she wished she always could have. That most terrible things can mean something, if someone is there, if someone understands, and is there to hold your hand.
Not everybody has to die needlessly. Not everybody has to die, full stop.

.... I have no words.

Uh...

Brilliantasmic?

Closest I can get at this moment in time.

Thank you. This is utterly beautiful. :)

Well, thats is a really great word, thank you! XD Glad you like it!

I love it. :)

Doctor Who, Sarah-Jane/Jo, Fiercely Loyal And Unwitheringly Brave.

Sarah-Jane Adventures, Sarah-Jane/Andrea, I dream of you.

The Big Bang Theory, Penny/Priya, "Poor Leonard nothing!"

Sarah-Jane Adventures, Sarah-Jane/Mrs Wormwood, Forgiveness In The Arms Of A Lover...

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