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

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?

(2/2)

By the time she and Matthew have married, Mary is expecting. Lavinia reels at the news; Matthew spends the morning unrelentingly broody. Lavinia had never paused to imagine Mary as a mother, and has no idea at all what to make of the fact. When she joins Mary for tea at Haxby, just the two of them, she finds that her eyes keep wandering to Mary's abdomen, as if expecting some hello from the unborn -- and, at this point, thoroughly undetectable -- child.

"I'm sorry," Lavinia says, when Mary catches her and punishes her with one of those wry, you dear fool smiles. "It's just -- I'm still a bit shocked, is all."

They've fallen into the habit of being quite frank with each other; Lavinia has always suspected it is to make up for the years they spent tiptoeing around the idea of one another, never being quite honest enough.

"Believe me, you aren't the only one," Mary says, sitting down opposite her. "I spent my entire life being carefully groomed for the sacred twin duties of wifedom and motherhood, and I still hadn't entertained the possibility."

"You'll be a brilliant mother."

"You'll be a brilliant mother." Mary presses a hand to Lavinia's cheek, loose and sisterly in its affection. (Well, perhaps not sisterly, Lavinia amends, considering Edith.) "And you'd best get around to it soon, because I fully intend to mimic whatever you do."

"And -- is Sir Richard happy?"

"Sir Richard is ecstatic. He's not infected with the degree of heir fever that the Crawley men suffer, of course, but he's clearly caught a bit of it. Besides, I think he quite looks forward to having a child to spoil with all that hard-earned money. He tries his best with me, but I'm not nearly easy enough to please." Lavinia laughs a little, mostly because it relieves her to witness how Mary has softened when she speaks of her husband. Not much, but a little. Enough. "What did Matthew think?" Mary's face goes grim and old. Sometimes Lavinia wonders whether perhaps it was for the best, that Mary and Matthew could never quite find their way together. They always seem to make each other so tired.

"Not much," Lavinia says, "but he was rather stormy of countenance all morning."

"Ah." Mary grimaces. "I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize. A baby is joyous news, and he'll admit to it very soon, I'm sure. It's not his place, but I think he takes it quite to heart, whenever he's reminded that you and Sir Richard are -- man and wife."

Mary lifts her eyebrows. "Well, tell him he needn't worry on that count."

"I certainly will not," Lavinia says, quite zealously prim (perhaps she draws upon the Dowager Countess for inspiration, just a bit); she feigns a gasp that gets a true laugh out of Mary. Lavinia feels a little rush of proud delight, the way she always does when she can tell she's made Mary happy, truly happy. "So you--" She feels herself blushing, which is foolish; they're both married women, and what's more, they've turned their backs on polite silence; "--you don't mind all of that, then?"

"Mind? Quite the contrary. It's the only time we really get along."

At least Sir Richard is good for something, when it comes to Mary's happiness. Lavinia means to think only this and move on, but as she looks at Mary now -- stylishly dressed, glossy dark hair pulled back perfectly, face wry and smart and so lovely it hurts a little -- she cannot help but imagine, just for a flash, just for a second, what she might look like in Sir Richard's embrace. How she might move, and sound, and touch--

"Do you want more?" Mary says.

"What?" Lavinia says -- well, gasps a little, really. She feels inconveniently as if she's just been set on fire.

"Tea," Mary says, seeming to notice nothing. But her fingers do drum, unMaryish, against the teapot. "You're nearly out, and God forbid I neglect my duties as mistress of Haxby. What a pall it would cast upon the illustrious family name."

Lavinia nods faintly. "Yes. Please."

MY GIRLS! MY LOVELY LOVELY GIRLS!

Oh god, Lavinia and her goodness with that temptation that Mary presents, oh so perfect. I like in the first half with the idea of Lavinia already having grown out of Matthew, and the second part reeks of sexual tension, seriously I will now fall asleep with the idea of drawing room sex because of that. Like maybe Richard dies early and Lavinia goes on extended vacations to Haxby to keep Mary "company."

I especially loved the line "Orphean journey out of death" as it seems such an expression of your brilliance in terms of using classical culture (god knows you can use pop culture, you really are a fantastic writer). I do honestly feel like the whole second comment I want to draw hearts around, the first one might hurt me slightly too much, but the second one has such this bitter cavity inducing sweet quality that is beautiful and half fulfilled and thus so tempting to follow in the paths of the mind.

oooh, this is perfect.

Your writing is very pretty.

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