comment_fic | Tuesday: Female Characters

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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His Dark Materials, Lyra, She comes back from the North a far different child (woman) than the one who left: older, wiser, and ethereal.

BBC Sherlock/Doctor Who, Molly, She once traveled with a madman in an impossible blue box. Now she works with a madman with impossible blue eyes.

(Goes Molly/Lestrade at the end, hope that's ok!)

*
"You're insane... completely insane."

The words fall unbidden from Molly's lips and the Doctor turns to her, gives her that grin that never fails to reassure and exasperate her in equal measure. "Never!" he tells her, placing extra emphasis on the first syllable. "Safe as houses."

Molly feels her eyes widen as she watches him point his toe towards the stream of bright orange lava flowing past them. "In a contest between Converse and lava, I'm fairly sure lava would win actually."

"And you would be wrong!" He says the last with a triumphant note to his voice as he places his foot carefully (very carefully, she notes, no matter how confident he appears) on the liquid. Much to Molly's amazement, he does not erupt into flames, doesn't let his foot linger too long but when he pulls it back, there is the perfect imprint of the sole of his Converse trainer visible. "See, people think lava's a liquid, like water, but it's actually much more viscous... more like really thick custard. Mmmm... Custard. You know, I'm getting hungry, are you hungry?"

He begins to lope back to the TARDIS, leaving Molly looking after him. "Insane," she murmurs, shaking her head as she begins to follow him.

*

"You're insane... completely insane."

It's not the first time she's thought that about Sherlock Holmes, although it's one of the few times that she's said it out loud. She's always enjoyed his particular brand of lunacy though - well, most of the time, a certain Christmas party disproves the 'always' tag - and she tells herself that traveling with the Doctor prepared her well for Sherlock and his idiosyncrasies.

Today though, she's not in the mood to put up with him. She's tired from working nine days straight, stomach queasy from lack of sleep and lack of food and she can't take Sherlock Holmes thinking he's the cleverest person in the world.

Even if he might be.

He turns to her and his blue eyes give her a look of such haughty disdain that she wants to slap him. "Perhaps," he says simply. "But I'm still right."

Molly shakes her head. "No," she says, setting her jaw stubbornly. "You're not."

"Tiredness, nausea, weight gain, pale face suggesting your iron levels are being used somewhere new?"

"I have not-"

Sherlock continues as if she hasn't spoken. "Molly, it's perfectly obvious that you're pregnant, furthermore as a doctor I'd have thought you'd have worked it out before now. Although, if you're really sure you're not, would you like this coffee?"

He thrusts a steaming mug under her nose and Molly reaches for it.

Then the smell hits her nostrils and her stomach flips and the last thing she sees before she turns away to be violently ill is the smug look in his blue eyes.

*

For a long time, Molly felt that the men in her life were associated with the colour blue, the Doctor with his TARDIS, Sherlock with the most amazing blue eyes she's seen anywhere, on any world.

She's always loved blue, but not so much anymore.

Because while with the Doctor, she may have seen the wonders of the universe, with Sherlock she might have witnessed wonders of the mind, it took Greg Lestrade to bring colour into her life, to make her see just what she'd been missing.

Every morning now a pair of brown eyes smile at her, and she smiles back as she pulls him close, runs her fingers through his silver hair. The pink of his tongue as he swipes if unconsciously over his lips as he pulls her close makes her heart beat faster and the white flash of his teeth when he laughs makes her want to laugh too.

But it's the look on his face when a red cross appears on a white piece of plastic that means most of all.

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Star Trek TOS or XI, Amanda, living on Vulcan isn't always easy.

NCIS: LA, Hetty + Nell + ensemble, Good things come in small packages.

Sherlock, Molly, someday you will be loved

Molly works this Christmas in the graveyard shift – literally. She chuckles at her silly joke. Corpses around her don’t chuckle, but neither do they berate her sense of humour.

Unlike last Christmas, she thinks and brushes her right cheek with her fingertips. She sighs and shakes her head. Drop it, Molly. You may matter more than you thought, but it will never be enough.

I must start looking for a boyfriend. Tomorrow.

There is a knock on the door. As she turns to prepare the table for the new victim, she says, “Come in,” wondering why they aren’t already wheeling the body in – manners are hardly minded here.

What enters are not technicians with a body but Greg Lestrade with a bag. Not a body-bag, even – just a large, shiny bag.

“Merry Christmas,” he says.

“Merry Christmas,” replies Molly. “Aren’t you leaving for Dorset again?”

Lestrade smiles ruefully. “No. P.E. teacher is there.” As he speaks, he grimaces for a second. Molly knows it's not about the teacher. She wishes she could take the pain away, but she can’t – not yet.

“So, er, there is nothing to do at home, and I heard you were working, so…” He lifts the bag, the smell of food wafting from it.

“Oh! Thank you! Er…let’s go to the office, then.” Molly wasn’t sure why she blushed. She ignored it and led the way.

As they clink glasses, she thinks, Maybe I won’t have to wait for tomorrow.

Edited 2012-07-17 22:35 (UTC)

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The Hunger Games, either of the female Careers of the 74th Games, if i die young

Edited 2012-07-17 19:09 (UTC)

SGA, Elizabeth Weir, She doesn't get left behind on the Replicator base she goes on to be the iron lady of Atlantis

Fullmetal Alchemist, Riza Hawkeye, talk softly but carry a big gun.

ATS, Cordy, Circa S2 being fussed over by her boys after a vision headache

Dexter, Maria LaGuerta, she didn't always want to be a cop. . .

Edited 2012-07-17 20:01 (UTC)

Grand Theft Auto, Mercedes, she'll never settle down with one man, but that's okay.

I just really like seeing your icon of Rapunzel, with that expression on her face, next to the words "Grand Theft Auto." It feels right.

any, any female in a male-dominated field, her femininity is a strength rather than a weakness

(Mikel Dayan is the female hitter from The Two Live Crew Job)

Most people would think that a woman would be at a disadvantage as a hitter. Weak, soft, fragile, sensitive -

Most people would be wrong about that. It’s all a pile of crap.

Mikel knows how to use what she’s got...and win.

She’s strong. Not as physically strong as a well-trained man (and they’d have to be, to be at the top of their field, as she is), but she has endurance, knows where to hit to get the maximum effect, and she’s quick.

She’s determined. She works harder to hone her skills and keep in shape than most male hitters do. Some of them are lazy. These are the ones who die quickly. Mikel can use a variety of weapons and fighting techniques. As a result, she has met only a handful of men who can beat her in a hand-to-hand fight.

She’s smart. When she feels herself flagging under the onslaught of sheer masculine force, she uses her cunning to dodge, to predict her opponent’s moves, and she gets out of the way. Then, while they sneer and laugh at how weak she is (“little girl in a man’s world”) and gloat in their own vigor, she plunges in and strikes. The coppery taste of their blood is sweet victory.

She’s beautiful. She knows this. She knew it when- well, that’s all in the past, but she has known this since she was a young girl. When she was a child, she couldn’t fight, couldn’t do anything but struggle against the larger weight of him. But now, she knows that when she’s stuck, she can always use her curves, her breasts, her eyes and lips to take her opponent off-guard, and make him give in to his desires all the more enhanced by the adrenaline produced in their fight. Then, while he gazes at her womanly curves, eyes dark with desire, or when he leans down to kiss her, why then, that’s when she hits.

Mikel doesn’t mind being a woman. She loves it. She revels in it. A ruthless woman always seems more terrifying to a man that the most bloodthirsty of men, simply because of her sex.

Men are weak. Men are soft. Men are fragile and sensitive.

Besides, most men won’t hit a girl...unless she hits them first.

That's when real the fun begins.

author's choice, author's choice, hell hath no fury like a mother defending her child

They will call her greedy, she knows. Power-hungry. Madwoman revelling in her sin.

If it were up to her, she would have proudly confessed before everyone. She wishes she could, sometimes. See what you did to me, you and the ghost of a dead girl. You would not let me have my dream family, you shan’t have yours either.

But there is something more important than her pride. These oh-so-just men, they only focus on exposing her crimes. How can they not see, it’s not her but those innocent that will suffer the most

NOT my children. She drops the Tears into Jon Arryn’s wine. Anything but children. She walks to meet Littlefinger.

She regrets nothing.

Re: Mini-fill: ASOIAF/GoT, Cersei

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Re: Mini-fill: ASOIAF/GoT, Cersei

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Smash, Ivy + Karen, cat fight

Smash, Julia, seeing her first musical

The L.A. Complex, Alicia, let me be your star

Historical, Olympias, she would take the world

PRETEND I POSTED THIS IN THE RIGHT POST

Animorphs, Loren, learning to cope without sight

Avengers (MC2 Universe), American Dream/Shannon Carter, sometimes she feels like she's still stuck in the chair

I, unfortunately, don't remember Shannon well enough to be able to write for her, but I'm thrilled somebody else remembers the MC2 universe! I loved what they did with Juggy in that world!

Thundercats, Cheetara, speed and style

Thundercats (2011), Pumyra, what doesn't kill makes you stronger

Thundercats, Wilykit, trickster

Thundercats (1985), Pumyra, it's always the quiet ones

The Secret of NIMH, Mrs. Brisby, empty nest

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