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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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Harry Potter -- Ginny/Luna -- A night among hothouse flowers.

ginny/luna; r; i'm living in an age that calls darkness light

a/n: so it's short but i wanted to write about that, i guess? i hope you like it : )

This night is a hot night, and those flowers are the wrong kid, big and blooming with blushing petals, staining the night red. It's too reminiscent of the war to be beautiful, but it probably would have been before, the way life violence used to be beautiful until it was their skins the bruises marred and their lovers death took.

"So," Ginny says, looking up at Luna, who's still walking amongst the flowers, looking around her, "you came."

"Of course I came," Luna says airily, brushing her fingertips to a flower's leaves, and Ginny wants to reach out and steady her, to make sure she doesn't leave. She doesn't. Luna turns towards her, her eyes blue like the ice from the other side of the world. "Did you think I wouldn't?"

Ginny shrugs. "I don't know." The war made her doubt everything.

"We missed you at the wedding, you know," she adds. "There was cake and everything. It was nice."

Luna nods distractedly. "Cake attracts moon frogs," she says.

Ginny should know how to respond to that by now, but she doesn't. "Oh."

"It's too soon for a wedding, anyway," Luna adds, quieter, lower; and if Ginny weren't listening, the way she does every time Luna is near, she probably wouldn't have heard it.

This she can understand - that the war is still too close, that they're too many dead friends resting underneath their feet, too much blood shed, to laugh and dance and pretend to be happy. But she's fiercely loyal, always has been, and it's her brother. It's as simple as that, really (except when it isn't).

"You should sit down," Ginny says. Her lungs are high in her throat, and she feels like she's going to throw up if Luna doesn't stop moving.

Luna looks over to her, looking a little surprised, but she sits anyway, folding her knees like she's doing Ginny a favor.

"So," Ginny starts, but she doesn't know what to say, so instead she picks at the ground and lets the dirt smudge on her fingers. Her jeans will be dirty too, she thinks.

"You should kiss me now," Luna says, her fingers laced in her lap. The moonlight shines behind her and makes her glow, cold and delicate. Ginny hadn't noticed the print of her dress. Flowers. Daffodils.

"Yeah, okay," she says, and leans in. Luna's sigh looks like a smile, or maybe it's the other way around.

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"I miss the war," Luna says when they're lying down, after, her breasts heaving a little when she talks.

Ginny startles. Every time someone mentions the war is like an electroshock. "Okay," she says, because she can't say she understands. She doesn't. She doesn't understand Luna, never has.

Luna rolls on her side to face her. Her nipple shines pink like a timid gem. "It's okay if you don't understand," she says, and bends to pepper a flurry of kisses on Ginny's stomach.

"Is it really?" Ginny asks, and bites down on a gasp when Luna's cool lips brush over hers.

Luna's face comes up from between her legs, her chin a little shiny. She smiles gently. "No," she says, and shrugs, the movement rolling softly on her shoulders. "But I'm used to it."

Ginny wonders what crushing sadness would feel like, but she can't remember, so she closes her eyes. Enjoy, she tells herself, and does just that.

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