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21 January 2012 @ 12:45 pm

A comment ficathon dedicated to the women who shape the story.  A villainess is any woman who is simply not "good", whether she plays the traditional roles of protagonist or antagonist, whether she narrates her own story (Cersei Lannister, to use an example from the banner) or is seen through the lens of someone else's (Bellatrix Black).  She can be fictional, historical, contemporary; from the books, from the movies, from music: if she's a villainous woman, she's in!

Simple: leave a comment with fandom, character name, and prompt.  The prompt can be anything, from a line of poetry or a song lyric, to a quote directly from the woman herself, to a fic you've always wanted written about her.  Anything goes!

Reply to the prompt comment with your fic.  In the subject line, put the title of your fic, the characters in it, and rating; be sure to include any pertinent trigger warnings.  Then link to your fill in the "filled" thread!

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moetushie on January 23rd, 2012 02:28 am (UTC)
this little hand (in yours) - lady macbeth/macbeth - pg-13 - 1/2
Her ruthlessness used to make him laugh, a booming laugh that rattled through the castle. They were once a study of contrasts, she and her lord. She was small and dark, her face an pale oval and kept carefully blank. He, ruddy-faced and boisterous, the king's favorite. When she would put a fragile hand on his broad shoulder, he would stoop down to catch her whispered instructions. He never did a thing without her approval, or without her knowledge.

Later, when everything crumbled and broke, they, the envious they, would whisper that she was as much a witch as those crones upon the blasted heath. But that was never true.

She had no magic. Her tongue was her only weapon, but she wielded this more expertly than her lord wielded his sword.

Of her history, nothing was known. She had come to castle as a very young woman, barely of girlhood and already a wife. Her Christian name was never known, for she was simply the Lady. Her lord, surely knew her name, but he kept this to himself, always calling her dearest - darling - wife.

The people were never fond of her, this dark and foreign Lady, and when she went out, her dark skirts would twitch out of the way, wary of spit and careless boots. It was impossible not to step on something. They took her silence as pride, her far-seeing eyes as boredom, as hauteur. They did not love her.

Duncan, the king, when he would come to Glamis, would settle on her an unfavorable eye. "Oh, but ye have but chosen a cold woman to warm your bed, lad." He said, in between gulps of ale. Some spilled from his lips and spotted his kingly tunic. Macbeth laughed uncertainly, and his eyes sought her out.

She, embroidery uninterrupted, said, "I only warm to my own lord, your majesty, and no one else."

Duncan gave her a long shrewd look.

"Loyalty is good quality to have in a wife," he finally conceded.

She smiled a thin smile. "Aye, and in lords, to their kings."

Macbeth interrupted, "Banquo and I do wish to hunt with you, my lord."

And so immersed were they with their plans, they did not notice when she left the room.


"Do you not love me, my lord?" She asked, as they lay together, limbs entangled and their warm breaths puffing in the cooling air. He, between pants, assured her of his most ardent love. She pulled her dark hair away from her face, and studied him. "You love the king as well, do you not?"

He leaned towards her, and gripped her tight. She watched him with cool interest.

He said, "I am the King's man, though and though."

"He has openly insulted me."

"He does not mean to..."

"He has said that I am barren."

His hands caressed her flat belly, and moved to her small breasts.

"And that having married me has made you cursed."

He sighed. "What would you have me do?"

She shook her head. "Nothing." She moved closer to him, and pushed him down, and moved on top of him. Languorously, she took him. He gasped, he arched, he burned.

In the end, sh kissed his damp forehead, and said, "Nothing, yet."

moetushie on January 23rd, 2012 02:28 am (UTC)
this little hand (in yours) - lady macbeth/macbeth - pg-13 - 2/2

Between then and now there is an impenetrable cloud. Too many events taken place, too many lives have been taken. The Queen studies her reflection in the mirror, silver-backed and finest in the land. Below, one can hear the yells of her lord, cursing the incompetence of generals, and cursing himself to the Devil.

A pale face looks back at her. Dark hair underneath a golden crown. Hooded eyes of an uncertain color. Lips, pressed tight.

She -- the reflection -- cocks her head. "Who am I?"

She asks the silent room.

She is a queen, of course, she has a crown.

-- Duncan's dead face, with such a lot of blood -- the blood on her hands as she smears it on the faces of the sleeping guards ---

"What do I rule?"


Below, her lord has lapsed into silence.

"What is my name?"

No answer.

She glances down, to her hands. Blood seeps in, paints the folds of her hands with bright, wet lines. Such a lot of blood.

"What have I done?"

Her reflection chuckles, deep and brittle with amusement. "Oh, my love," it sighs, "What have you not done?"


The Queen's screams echo through the castle.

Mad. She is mad.

Edited at 2012-01-23 02:35 am (UTC)
smilingsoprano: musing!Iagosmilingsoprano on January 23rd, 2012 04:22 am (UTC)
Re: this little hand (in yours) - lady macbeth/macbeth - pg-13 - 2/2
OH MY GOD. This is incredible. You've painted her coldness and ruthlessness beautifully and the relationship with Macbeth is perfect. Love, love, love.
moetushie on January 23rd, 2012 04:48 am (UTC)
Re: this little hand (in yours) - lady macbeth/macbeth - pg-13 - 2/2
Thank you! :3
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moetushie on January 23rd, 2012 10:11 pm (UTC)
The Internet is on a Shakespearean bent at the moment! It'll either end with fire and blood or everyone getting married.
Margalo Streussal: eve just wanted to know shitstreussal on January 23rd, 2012 09:13 pm (UTC)
Re: this little hand (in yours) - lady macbeth/macbeth - pg-13 - 2/2
Oh wow. This is really good.
moetushie on January 23rd, 2012 10:12 pm (UTC)
Aimee: asoiaf; make thick my bloodqueensmoot on January 31st, 2012 07:26 pm (UTC)
Re: this little hand (in yours) - lady macbeth/macbeth - pg-13 - 2/2
W o w. Wow. I never thought Shakespeare fanfic would be something that'd peak my interest but Lady Macbeth's my favourite so I couldn't resist reading - so glad I did. In awe of you. Just, everything about this. Yes. ♥
moetushie on February 3rd, 2012 07:44 am (UTC)
Re: this little hand (in yours) - lady macbeth/macbeth - pg-13 - 2/2
Thank you! I've always been fascinated with Lady Macbeth, I'm glad I got a chance to write about here.