Three: Wodehouse, Beethoven, Doyle.
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rareslashTitle: Sub Rosa
Author: Hyel
Fandom: P.G. Wodehouse's Jeeves books
Pairing: Madeline/Hilda
Rating: PG
Word count: 250
Note: Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
femslash100's challenge #75 ~ cigarettes.
Hilda takes a drag of her cigarette. Madeline is reminded of reading that they're supposed to be bad for you. How unlike Hilda, really, to smoke, when she takes such good care of herself otherwise. She and Harold have been married for a while now; perhaps she has picked it off him. Men always smoke, don't they? Roderick certainly does – him and his ghastly puffing.
Madeline watches Hilda's lips close over another cigarette and sighs a little. Hilda's mouth is like a rose. She can quite easily compare it to a rose; there's nothing remotely rose-like about Roderick, no matter how closely she looks.
They've been quiet for a while, a few words on babies and their lack thereof having exhausted all civil conversation. Madeline has been thinking of Hilda's mouth, and Hilda's fingers, now arrayed neatly on each side of the cigarette, and wondering if Hilda's been remembering, too. A glance is enough to confirm: she has.
'It's all very sad,' Madeline said after the last time they'd lain together, 'that neither of us is a man.' What a lie that was – Madeline doesn't want a man, no matter how much she tries, or how she likes it when they give her that goofy open-mouthed look that means they quite adore her. No – none of them are – none of them are remotely pretty.
They look at each other silently from across the room, Hilda standing by the window, Madeline sitting daintily on the sofa, jealous of Hilda's seventh cigarette.
Title: O wär ich schon mit dir vereint
Author: Hyel
Fandom: Fidelio
Pairing: Marzelline/Fidelio
Rating: PG
Word count: 200
Note: Written forfemslash100's #14 – misunderstanding.
Marzelline smiles, and Fidelio flinches, closing her eyes in pain and turning them away from her. Yet she loves Marzelline, Marzelline is sure of it – she has said so, and asked for her hand in marriage. Yes, Fidelio must love her – and Marzelline thinks she knows the reason for her unease.
She wishes she could tell her that she understands – that she is the same way herself, and that they will be happy, for all that they were both born women. There never seems to be the time – especially with her father hovering around them to make sure no premarital indiscretions occur. On their wedding night, Marzelline knows, Fidelio's pain will turn to joy, when she can finally learn her uncommon love has found its true mark in Marzelline.
When they are apart, Marzelline closes her eyes and imagines Fidelio at last in her bed, peeled out of her baggy clothes, naked and soft and feminine against her body; all of their secret dreams realized in their almost legal union, locked away from men's eyes. No-one will ever need to know. Marzelline shudders with bliss to think of it, to imagine it, their long-awaited happiness, and her impossible good luck.
Title: The Burglar's Dream
Author: Hyel
Fandom: Sherlock Holmes
Pairing: John Clay/Archie (but it's femslash I swear)
Rating: PG
Word count: 250
Note: Written forfemslash100's #80 – remainder.
'Almost done,' said John (for she was John, now, even in her thoughts) as Archie handed her the second bag of gold, grabbed with a clink their tools, and dropped down in the hole next to her. They lifted the stone slab together and pushed it back into position. John could see Archie's excited grin, but the quicker this was over the better. She grabbed the lantern and they hurried back down the tunnel.
Gold! This would mean another trip south, another year of freedom. Gold was freedom, after all – that and a pair of trousers – that's as much as John had learned these past few years since she ceased being Miranda. (John Clay, the original, was buried behind his school still, as far as she knew, rotting, dirty rapist as he'd been before she'd took his life – he'd never deserved the freedom he'd been born into.)
Maybe after this she'd have the courage to kiss Archie, kiss her like a man kisses a woman, and be doubly criminal for it. (Archie, who had been Jane once.) Maybe, once they were down south, once all was sunshine and laughter and gold, it wouldn't seem so hard, so risky, so much more risky than any of her escapades so far. Maybe.
John pulled herself up onto the floor of the cellar and scanned the dark, still room. 'It's all clear,' she whispered, and reached for Archie. Not long now, until she could leave London and the rest of Miranda behind forever.
Author: Hyel
Fandom: P.G. Wodehouse's Jeeves books
Pairing: Madeline/Hilda
Rating: PG
Word count: 250
Note: Written for
femslash100's challenge #75 ~ cigarettes.Hilda takes a drag of her cigarette. Madeline is reminded of reading that they're supposed to be bad for you. How unlike Hilda, really, to smoke, when she takes such good care of herself otherwise. She and Harold have been married for a while now; perhaps she has picked it off him. Men always smoke, don't they? Roderick certainly does – him and his ghastly puffing.
Madeline watches Hilda's lips close over another cigarette and sighs a little. Hilda's mouth is like a rose. She can quite easily compare it to a rose; there's nothing remotely rose-like about Roderick, no matter how closely she looks.
They've been quiet for a while, a few words on babies and their lack thereof having exhausted all civil conversation. Madeline has been thinking of Hilda's mouth, and Hilda's fingers, now arrayed neatly on each side of the cigarette, and wondering if Hilda's been remembering, too. A glance is enough to confirm: she has.
'It's all very sad,' Madeline said after the last time they'd lain together, 'that neither of us is a man.' What a lie that was – Madeline doesn't want a man, no matter how much she tries, or how she likes it when they give her that goofy open-mouthed look that means they quite adore her. No – none of them are – none of them are remotely pretty.
They look at each other silently from across the room, Hilda standing by the window, Madeline sitting daintily on the sofa, jealous of Hilda's seventh cigarette.
Title: O wär ich schon mit dir vereint
Author: Hyel
Fandom: Fidelio
Pairing: Marzelline/Fidelio
Rating: PG
Word count: 200
Note: Written for
femslash100's #14 – misunderstanding.Marzelline smiles, and Fidelio flinches, closing her eyes in pain and turning them away from her. Yet she loves Marzelline, Marzelline is sure of it – she has said so, and asked for her hand in marriage. Yes, Fidelio must love her – and Marzelline thinks she knows the reason for her unease.
She wishes she could tell her that she understands – that she is the same way herself, and that they will be happy, for all that they were both born women. There never seems to be the time – especially with her father hovering around them to make sure no premarital indiscretions occur. On their wedding night, Marzelline knows, Fidelio's pain will turn to joy, when she can finally learn her uncommon love has found its true mark in Marzelline.
When they are apart, Marzelline closes her eyes and imagines Fidelio at last in her bed, peeled out of her baggy clothes, naked and soft and feminine against her body; all of their secret dreams realized in their almost legal union, locked away from men's eyes. No-one will ever need to know. Marzelline shudders with bliss to think of it, to imagine it, their long-awaited happiness, and her impossible good luck.
Title: The Burglar's Dream
Author: Hyel
Fandom: Sherlock Holmes
Pairing: John Clay/Archie (but it's femslash I swear)
Rating: PG
Word count: 250
Note: Written for
femslash100's #80 – remainder.'Almost done,' said John (for she was John, now, even in her thoughts) as Archie handed her the second bag of gold, grabbed with a clink their tools, and dropped down in the hole next to her. They lifted the stone slab together and pushed it back into position. John could see Archie's excited grin, but the quicker this was over the better. She grabbed the lantern and they hurried back down the tunnel.
Gold! This would mean another trip south, another year of freedom. Gold was freedom, after all – that and a pair of trousers – that's as much as John had learned these past few years since she ceased being Miranda. (John Clay, the original, was buried behind his school still, as far as she knew, rotting, dirty rapist as he'd been before she'd took his life – he'd never deserved the freedom he'd been born into.)
Maybe after this she'd have the courage to kiss Archie, kiss her like a man kisses a woman, and be doubly criminal for it. (Archie, who had been Jane once.) Maybe, once they were down south, once all was sunshine and laughter and gold, it wouldn't seem so hard, so risky, so much more risky than any of her escapades so far. Maybe.
John pulled herself up onto the floor of the cellar and scanned the dark, still room. 'It's all clear,' she whispered, and reached for Archie. Not long now, until she could leave London and the rest of Miranda behind forever.
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Date: 2006-08-27 09:40 am (UTC)That was so adorable.
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Date: 2006-08-27 07:09 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-08-27 09:28 pm (UTC)"What a lie that was – Madeline doesn't want a man, no matter how much she tries, or how she likes it when they give her that goofy open-mouthed look that means they quite adore her. No – none of them are – none of them are remotely pretty."
is pure genius.
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Date: 2006-08-28 05:11 am (UTC)