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Tuesday: Female Characters

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

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Bucky O'Hare, Bucky/Jenny + any, The ship would fall apart if not for her.

Torchwood, Tosh, everyone forgot her birthday

Molly had no idea why would this beautiful woman who looked like she walked out of Vogue invite her of all people to dinner, considering they met at the corner store with Molly hardly looking her best in jeans and t-shirt – lab work doesn’t allow nice clothes. But here she was, in her best dress – little strapless black number – hoping she won’t be turned from the exclusive restaurant’s door due to failure to procure designer shoes. Thankfully, dropping the name “Adler” got her instantly directed with all the courtesy to a secluded table.

Molly was fifteen minutes early, but the woman was already there. She smiled when she saw Molly and rose to greet her.

Molly blushed. “I’m sorry I kept you waiting…ma’am? Er…sorry…miss?”

The woman laughed. “Nonsense, my dear. You are too early. And please, call me Irene.”

Molly bit her lip nervously. Irene smiled wider and pulled out a chair. Molly sat down, stammering more apologies which Irene waved off.

As soon as Molly was settled, the waiter brought oysters and champagne to go with them.

“Try these. They are excellent,” said Irene.

“Okay,” said Molly and lifted a shell. She then lifted the small fork, unsure what to do next.

Irene smiled again. “Like this,” she said, spearing the flesh, bringing the shell to her mouth and sucking the meat from fork into her mouth slowly.

Molly blushed and repeated the action. They were good.

The next dish was onion soup accompanied by white wine. This course passed in silence. Irene merely looked at Molly…welcomingly as she sipped her soup delicately, making Molly think she must look like a barbarian in comparison. Why did she invite me? she wondered once again, but didn’t dare ask.

The main course was veal medallion with lobster sauce and red wine to go with it.

“Are you enjoying yourself?” Irene finally broke the silence after they both sampled the first bite of delicious meat.

Molly finally found the courage to voice her question. “While this is all very nice, why…”

“We happen to share a mutual…friend,” said Irene.

Molly frowned. Who on earth would deal with me when they can have you? And then it hit her. “Sherlock,” she whispered.

Irene grinned. “Oh, yes. But let’s forget him for tonight and talk about us.”

Molly rose. “No.”

Irene frowned, but smoothed her expression soon, smiling invitingly. “What’s wrong, dear? Is it not to your taste? I’ll ask for replacement. And you must stay for the dessert. It’s to die for.”

“You made a mistake. He doesn’t care about me. He just happens to frequent my workplace because it’s the most convenient. If you think I’ll talk to you about him, you are wrong. Goodbye,” said Molly and turned towards exit.

She stopped when her hand was grabbed in a surprisingly strong grip. “Wait,” said Irene, smiling no more. The goddess transformed into a dragon, trying to cow Molly into submission by her very presence.

But Molly has withstood something worse than dragon’s rage; glacial indifference. The extent of her insignificance was drilled into her head repeatedly by a person far greater than Irene, and she eagerly came for more. This petty tyrant was nothing to her.

She slapped Irene the hardest she could. While the other was still reeling with shock, she stabbed her heel into Irene’s foot, causing her to release her grip. She wanted to use more of her self-defence lessons, but she stopped herself in the last moment, knowing she’ll never be able to afford paying for damage. Instead, she spun around and walked away as quickly as possible.

As she flagged down the cab, she wondered whether to go home or try Baker Street. Ah, he must have figured out she’ll invite me anyway, she thought. He’ll probably come around tomorrow to check the results. The question is, should I try the peach gloss again, or go with the pink one?

Edited 2012-07-18 13:26 (UTC)

Doctor Who, Rose, adjusting to life in Pete's World.

Castle, Alexis, growing up

Greek mythology, Artemis & Athena, warriors

Avengers, Maria Hill, waiting for the world to end

Any, any, I'm not gonna live my life on one side of an ampersand

Avengers, Maria (+ Natasha or + Pepper), being women surrounded by men; being women in charge of men

Ben Aaronovitch's Peter Grant series (Rivers of Blood, Moon Over Soho, Whispers Under Ground), Lesley, she doesn't spend her medical leave lying down

Edited 2012-07-17 14:56 (UTC)

Supernatural, Ruby +/ Anna, an angel and a demon riding in the back seat. It's like the setup to a bad joke.

Supernatural, Jo, hunting with her team

Animorphs, Rachel + Jordan (+ Sara), nightmares

Oh, yes, that's perfect. Thank you!

(( ~~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."

"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.

There wasn't time for feeling overlooked. They took aim at each other, at their cities, at their brothers; gave them hell for the sake out it. Girls grew up fast on Olympus, ready or not.

Nomads will die if you lock them up. When there wasn't a war on, someone to fight, they felt ill, got cranky with desperation. They shot arrows at scruffy juniper trees, itching for mankind to call them to battle.

They get lost in the madness of Olympus, two daughters in a haze of sons, watching hypersonic mysteries tumble below. All they ever do is wait, clutching bows and arrows, that familiar lightning-in-a-bottle scratch of their craft.

any fairy tale, any princess or peasant or nobleman's daughter, they never tell the story right - she saved herself

Stargate Universe, TJ +/ Chloe, home comforts

She sees their tears falling like a non-stopping rain in the days after her death is announced. She sees her little sisters acting as though they are scared to pass by her room and cringes when they shatter pictures of her. They're angry at her for leaving them. She understands that anger, having felt it once before herself at a loss loved one, but she wishes they could understand why she's gone.

She wishes they could know what she knows, recognize the Earth for the battlefield it has become, but at the same time, Rachel still yearns to protect them and save their innocence. She wants them to be able to grow up without the fears that she experienced, to have no other thoughts plaguing them when they thrill in their first kisses and their promises. She wants them to be able to have the normal life she never did.

She doesn't regret not having a normal life, not really. A large chunk of her childhood was spent helping her mother take care of her sisters, and she wouldn't trade that for anything. She remembers every hug and bedtime story, each time she brushed their hair, with more fondness now in her afterlife than she ever did while still living.

She doesn't even regret the changes in her life that brought her death. Somebody had to fight the Yeerks. She won't wail any more and demand why it had to be her and her friends. She had, and still does possess, more courage than most adults ever have in their whole lifetime. She was a good warrior. She was, as Marco called her and as she wishes she could hear him, with her own ears, call her one last time, Xena: Warrior Princess. Knowing she lived up to that name makes her proud.

If some one had to die in the line of duty to save Earth, she's glad it was her. Maybe her sacrifice will have meant something. Maybe now the others will live through the fight, and when they do win, Cassie, Jake, and Marco will be able to have normal lives again. Ax will be able to return to his homeworld a victorious warrior, something she's known he's always wanted.

As for Tobias, she knows he'll never really be normal again, but he's told her he doesn't want to be normal. She smiles as she remembers him telling her that normal was over rated and he'd rather have a life with her and the rest of the Animorphs fighting against the Yeerks any day than the life he'd had before. There's still a regret there, however. She wishes she could have had the chance to grow old with him. She smiles, knowing both he and Marco would tell her that growing old was no fun. She'll see them all again, Rachel knows, but when she's reunited with Tobias, she'll do like they did in the old romantic movies at which she always used to roll her eyes. She'll run to him, throw her arms around him, and kiss him like there's no tomorrow for there really isn't any tomorrow now. There's only eternity.

Her baby sister is screaming her name. Rachel looks back to Earth, watches them again as her mother forces her sisters to dress for her funeral. She sees the tears in their eyes, and the hate that they try to use to cover their fear and sadness, and she wishes again that she could tell them. Rachel herself begins to cry, however, as Cassie goes to her sisters and hugs them each in turn, telling them, "Rachel loved you guys."

Rachel sees the tears in Cassie's eyes, too, watches as she walks away until her immediate family can no longer see her and then collapses in Jake's arms. Tears speed down all their faces, and yet, when Cassie lifts her face to the Heavens and talk to Rachel as though she knows she's watching them, Rachel feels a little warmth reenter her soul.

"I'll tell them," Cassie swears. "One day, Rachel, I'll tell them the truth. I'll tell them what you'd want to say." And then, startlingly, they say the words together, "Forgive me. I did it for you."

Cassie buries her head back into Jake's comforting arms, sobbing her heart out, but Rachel's smiling through her tears now. The Animorphs have become even more of a family to her than her blood family. She loves them both, but she knows now that one of her families already understands and the other will one day, too, one day when it's safe at last, when her sacrifice will truly mean the most.

"I love you," she whispers, unheard by them all, or so she thinks, as gentle breezes kiss their still living cheeks. A boy walks out of the funeral, having left a single, red rose upon Rachel's coffin. She knows him better than she knows herself, but she isn't expecting what happens next. He walks away from all the humans, and changes back into his more natural form of a red tailed hawk. As Tobias flies away into the sunset, Rachel hears him whisper, "I love you, too," and her heart cries and whoops for joy.

Hanna, Hanna, all grown up

The X-Files, Cassandra Spender, a daughter that isn't hers

White Collar/Franklin & Bash, Elizabeth, the Peter she dated in high school and the Peter she married meet when her husband is called in as a witness against a man her ex-boyfriend is defending in court

Big Bang Theory, Penny, she has the boys parents on speed dial

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