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

[wakemexsoftly.livejournal.com]

Sherlock, Molly, someday you will be loved

Mini-fill

[enochia.livejournal.com]

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.

Re: Mini-fill

[wakemexsoftly.livejournal.com]

Oh, this is lovely! (And I secretly ship Molly/Greg!) Thank you!

Re: Mini-fill

[enochia.livejournal.com]

Glad you liked it! (LOL, me too!) You're welcome.