Tuesday: Female Characters

[merryghoul]

merryghoul here again, and it's now time to show love to our female characters. Femslash, gen, or solo fics, it's all welcome, as long as there are female characters present.

The rules:

• No more than three prompts to a single fandom
• No more than five prompts at a time
• No spoilers in the prompts and if your fill has spoilers, please warn and and leave at least three spaces

Format:

• Fandom, Character, Prompt
• Fandom, Character/Character, Prompt

Examples:

• Leverage, Parker/Sophie, forced to dance together
• Torchwood, Tosh/Suzie, celebrating Suzie's birthday
• Sherlock, Donovan, a break from the Yard and Sherlock

Can't find anything that matches your interests? There's always the lonely prompts.

tag=FemaleCharacters

Comments

[soteriophobe.livejournal.com]

White Collar, Elizabeth Burke, Waiting all night for you to come home.

[natural-blue-26.livejournal.com]

Animorphs, Rachel + Cassie, band-aids

[soteriophobe.livejournal.com]

White Collar, Elizabeth Burke, Not a stepford wife.

[natural-blue-26.livejournal.com]

Animorphs, wee!Cassie, she likes to hear the dolphins 'sing' to each other at her mother's work

not a fill

[with-rainfall.livejournal.com]

D: Why are your prompts so adorable and hard to resist?

[soteriophobe.livejournal.com]

White Collar, Diana Berrigan, The one thing she's humiliated about.

[merryghoul]

Leverage, Parker/Sophie, forced to dance together

Fill (G)

[orlidepp.livejournal.com]

"I'm telling you," Parker babbled nervously, "you don't want to do this. I'll step on every one of your toes."

Sophie smiled patiently. "It's not like it would be the first time. You're really not as bad a dancer as you think, Lizzie." They were already holding hands. Sophie brought her closer to her, fully aware of their mark's eyes focused hungrily upon them.

Their hearts thundered as Sophie's voluptuous body slid provocatively against Parker's smaller frame. She placed her mouth so close to her ear that her lips appeared, to those watching them, to be kissing her as she whispered, "We've got to do this, Parker. We can't sell these roles without it."

"But -- " Parker started to protest.

"Oh, it's okay, darling," Sophie crooned. "You're not going to step on my fit." Her lovely smile stayed perfectly in place as Parker did just that.

"Oops! Sorry, but I told you I were, Annette -- "

"Perhaps you're not the best dancer," Sophie admitted, "but you're flawless in the bed." Parker looked confused, and her confusion grew gigantically as Sophie suddenly leaned forward and pressed her lips to hers. She heard the comments the men made and knew they had them, but as Parker's lips gradually slowly softened and parted underneath her passionate onslaught, Sophie began to forget about the con.

The room melted away. The men's horny comments fell on deaf ears. The whole world slipped away as, for just one moment, Sophie was no longer a con artist. She was just herself, a woman in love, as Parker kissed her back.

Then the comms screamed in their ears. They forced themselves to return to business as Sophie, still holding to Parker's hand, turned to finish the negotiations with their marks. Yet, as they sealed the deal, she glanced sideways to Parker. Parker's pretty, little face was still flushed from the heat of their kiss, and her eyes couldn't hide her excitement. Sophie squeezed her hand, silently promising her more of the love they now knew they shared as soon as they were alone together again.

[merryghoul]

Torchwood, Tosh/Suzie, celebrating Suzie's birthday

[merryghoul]

Sherlock, Donovan, a break from the Yard and Sherlock

[kim47.livejournal.com]

Suits, Donna/anyone, someone taking care of Donna for a change

[natural-blue-26.livejournal.com]

The Mentalist, Teresa Lisbon, there is not enough coffee in all the world to help with this

[natural-blue-26.livejournal.com]

Law and Order - SVU, Olivia Benson, kill shot

Fill, L&O SVU

[tinamachina.livejournal.com]

She didn’t have to think about it, pulling the trigger.

The perp was agitated. He had a gun, he had a hostage, and he had nowhere to run. The perp was ready and willing to kill the little boy, the barrel of his gun pressed hard against the child’s temple.

The defense could later come up with a compelling case for the suspect, why he didn’t have to die: horribly abused as a child, slipped through the cracks of the mental health system, failure of the police to follow through with a complete investigation when he first started abducting and killing kids.

But that won’t console the family of the twelve-year-old boy when the perp pulls the trigger.

So Olivia pulled hers. Kill shot.

She didn’t have to think about it, and her superiors would agree.

[natural-blue-26.livejournal.com]

BtVS, Buffy +/ Faith, patching each other up

fill

[rattyjol.livejournal.com]

(( Totally not inspired by that Supernatural scene from the first Anna episode where Sam and Dean patch each other up after getting their asses handed to them by Alastair. ))

"I got it, B." She reached for the needle, but Buffy held it out of her grasp.

"Nuh uh. The faster you get stitched up the faster you can reset my shoulder."

"I've been stitching up my own cuts for years, little sister. I can handle it."

Ignoring her, Buffy peeled the other slayer's bloody shirtsleeve back and set to work, her own left arm held close to her side. She sewed up the wound with neat, even stitches and then swabbed the cut with rubbing alcohol from the bathroom. Faith grimaced at the sting, but looked vaguely impressed.

"Where'd you learn to sew up a person like that, B?"

"Giles. Apparently a requirement for being a stuffy British nerd is knowing how to do stitches. Now me."

She turned to one side, allowing Faith access to her dislocated shoulder.

"Ready, B? On three. One--" She wrenched the shoulder back into place with a pop.

"Augh," Buffy complained, shaking her arm. "That hurts."

"'S why it's called an ouchie, B. Come on, let's get cleaned up."

[hobnailedboots.livejournal.com]

Sherlock, Irene/Molly, dinner

fill - 1/2

[kim47.livejournal.com]

a/n: urg I wanted so much to not have Sherlock in this at all, but I just couldn't see a way around it. Anyway. I hope you like it :D Set in some vague time where Scandal happened, but Fall didn't idek.


*

It happens out of nowhere. The woman just walks up to her, at the pub near St Bart's where she has drinks once a week with people from work, smiles, and says,

"I don't often do this, but would you like to have dinner with me?"

And Molly's only ever dated men, and she has no idea why this gorgeous woman who's shoes look like they cost more than the monthly rent on Molly's flat wants to go out with her, but something about this woman makes her look down, blush, and stutter out,

"Y-yes, I'd like that."

*

She has dinner with Irene once a week. Irene will text her, usually on a Tuesday, with a time and a place.

Irene's charming and funny and the smartest person Molly's ever met (bar none, she thinks defiantly.) And while all that would normally make Molly stammer and feel awkward and have nothing to say, this time it animates her.

And every week, Irene takes her home, drops her at her front door and kisses her, just once, on the lips.

*

Irene never presses for more.

It's starting to drive Molly crazy, her soft kisses. She can't fit it in with the rest of what she knows about Irene. Irene is outgoing and, well, passionate, for all that she's rather reticent about the details of her personal life. Molly wants more, definitely, but she feels like she's waiting for something, some unspoken tension to be resolved, before they can finally move forward.

*

They've been seeing each other for three months before the other shoe drops.

Irene's been distracted all evening, not at all the attentive listener she usually is. When Molly asks her about it, she hesitates, biting her lip totally uncharacteristically. Then she looks up, straight into Molly's eyes.

"I have something to tell you," she says slowly. "And I don't know that you'll want to see me much after this."

And Irene starts to talk, a story pouring out in her rich, smooth voice, as Molly sits quietly and listens.

It doesn't make sense, really, Irene's talk of terrorists, intrigue and scandal except that of course it does, and this is somehow just another way Sherlock Holmes has managed to hurt her. Hearing Irene talk about him, about them, makes something ugly and tight curl in her stomach.

She can just barely appreciate the irony, that her jealousy and unhappiness is directed in the complete opposite direction than she would have expected only a few months ago.

There are tears blurring her eyes, it's too much, and she pushes her chair back and stumbles out of the restaurant.

Irene follows her, catching up to her out the front as she's trying to hail a taxi.

"I'm sorry," she says simply. "I should have told you earlier."

"You knew the whole time," Molly says. "Every time I mentioned him, you knew."

"Not the whole time," Irene says, and she lays her hand hesitantly on Molly's arm, before reaching out to tilt her head up to look at her. "Not when I talked to you the first time. Not when I wanted to know who you are."

A cab pulls up at that moment, the only piece of good luck she thinks she's ever had, and spares her having to pull a response from the confused, aching jumble of her thoughts.

*

Molly doesn't hear from Irene the next week.

She's not angry, not at Irene, and she's not even upset any more. She's afraid she's ruined everything, that she overreacted, that Irene doesn't want to see her any more. And she wouldn't blame her; Molly's never been any good at relationships.

Was that even what it was? From everything Irene said, Molly seems the furthest thing possible from her type. They never even did more than kiss.

Molly sighs and pulls on a fresh pair of latex gloves and turns her attention to the body on her table, hoping that maybe tomorrow will be the day that she hears from her again.

*

[hobnailedboots.livejournal.com]

Harry Potter, Molly Weasley, how she defines herself

[hobnailedboots.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Lilith/Ruby, normally Lilith wouldn't deign to look twice at a demon, but this one's devotion to her could be diverting

[hobnailedboots.livejournal.com]

Teen Wolf, Allison/Lydia, math tutoring

[hobnailedboots.livejournal.com]

Merlin, Morgana+/Gwen, neither of them want to be a typical princess

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

The Demonata, Meera/Juni, battling

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Vampire Babylon - Chris Marie Green, Della/Lilly, you can't choose what stays and what fades away

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Historical RPF, Eleanor of Aquitaine/Henry II, fearsome

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Macbeth - Shakespeare, Lady Macbeth, blood and bones

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Greek myth, Demeter + Persephone, queens

untitled, PG, a bit of Hades/Persephone (of course)

[tigriswolf]

Let Zeus have the sky and Poseidon the sea - Demeter has the Earth and the people there. Hestia has the home (every home, yes, the hearth and the heart) and Hera the marriage bed and the children. Hades has the dead.

But Demeter – Demeter has the world. She lies down in a field, with a lioness curled at her side, cubs nursing, and a lamb in her arms. Demeter is the harvest; she is life. Without her, her siblings would have nothing.

She laughs as one of the lion cubs bats at the lamb because everything is so alive.

.

Demeter only ever has one child of her body. She teaches her daughter everything, shows her the world and the brilliance there. Let Hera have Olympus; the mountain has long grown cold. Let Hestia rest in fireplaces, let Poseidon brood in the deep, let Zeus run from his wife and curse women, if that is his wish –

Demeter is a mother and a queen; where her daughter steps, flowers bloom.

She should have remembered Hades.

.

Persephone sits on the throne of the dead and does not weep. Nor does she smile, or laugh. She never dances.

She calls her husband lord and never speaks his name.

Her father, king of the gods, has spoken.

Her mother, queen of the earth, has defied.

She, queen of the dead, holds her head high.

.

Let Zeus have the sky and Poseidon the sea, Hestia the hearth and Hera the marriage bed. Let Hades sulk in his cold realm, barren when Demeter’s daughter walks free.

The earth is hers. And without her, the gods’ worshipers would starve.

Demeter lies in a field, her daughter curled with her, and flowers bloom all over the world.

[with-rainfall.livejournal.com]

Deltora Quest, Jasmine, thirst

[with-rainfall.livejournal.com]

Animorphs, Loren + any female character, learning to navigate the Hork-Bajir valley.

[with-rainfall.livejournal.com]

Silmarillion, Nerdanel/OFC, the fire she never found in Feanor

Mini Fill

[mangacrack.livejournal.com]

Never let it be said that she didn't love him. Nerdanel loved Feanor. She respected and even liked him. A feeling based on mutuality, something not many could claim, when it came to her husband. But, Nerdanel had to recognize, Feanor never looked at her with desire.

When he did, she realized, he never saw her. He saw his children, she would give birth to.