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The Shiny Happy Comment Ficathon!
Winter is coming; daylight is fleeting; for the students among us, end-of-semester hell is just about to rear its ugly head. What better way to combat such woes than with a super-cheerful comment ficathon?
Ergo:
The Rules Are Thus:
1. Cheerful prompts! I feel like there's not much regulation here in terms of pairings: almost every ship or pair of characters is capable of a fluffy/happy/silly moment, and if they're not in canon, then why can't they be in fic? However, any prompt involving, say, lyrics from Eminem and Rihanna's "Love The Way You Lie" is probably not appropriate in terms of tone. Unless it's the "guess that's why they call it WINDOW PANE" line, which will never stop being hilarious.
2. Prompt format should go thus:
Fandom -- Pairing or characters -- prompt
3. For the fic you've written, please put the following in your comment's subject line: 'Fandom -- pairing -- title.'
4. Be nice!
5. Spread the fun, if you are so inclined!
6. Go forth and have a merry happy good time. :)
Ergo:
The Rules Are Thus:
1. Cheerful prompts! I feel like there's not much regulation here in terms of pairings: almost every ship or pair of characters is capable of a fluffy/happy/silly moment, and if they're not in canon, then why can't they be in fic? However, any prompt involving, say, lyrics from Eminem and Rihanna's "Love The Way You Lie" is probably not appropriate in terms of tone. Unless it's the "guess that's why they call it WINDOW PANE" line, which will never stop being hilarious.
2. Prompt format should go thus:
Fandom -- Pairing or characters -- prompt
3. For the fic you've written, please put the following in your comment's subject line: 'Fandom -- pairing -- title.'
4. Be nice!
5. Spread the fun, if you are so inclined!
6. Go forth and have a merry happy good time. :)
MASTER LIST
(in rather sloppy chronological order;
this will probably be maintained rather poorly, my apologies!)
Merlin - Merlin/Morgana - it's not easy having yourself a good time bydollsome
30 Rock - Jack/Liz - How Jack Donaghy Got His Groove Back, With Whales by
How I Met Your Mother - Barney/Robin - Operation: Stake It To Ted by
BtVS/AtS - Buffy/Spike & Cordelia/Angel - Midnight in the Olive Garden of Good and Evil by
Merlin - Arthur/Morgana - Well, this is awkward by
The Mummy - Rick/Evie - Reading Is Sexy by
Gilmore Girls - Rory/Jess - I'm Dreaming of a by
True Blood/BtVS - Franklin & Spike - An Abundance of Window Pane by
Glee - Rachel/Jesse - I'll Never Tell by
Supernatural - Sam/Jess - Darling, we'll go a-drowning by
Doctor Who - Amy/Rory - Worker Bees by
Glee - Brittany/Santana - "I'm just mad for you, and I'll always be, but naturally--" by
Twin Peaks - Cooper/Audrey - Hey girl, you've got a fine laugh, and I think that I can get used to that by
Being Human - Annie, George, Mitchell - "Annie, you can't keep the kitten. What if George eats it?" by
Sherlock - Sherlock/John - Less than Clandestine by
HIMYM - Marshall/Lily, cast - it's not what i thought it would be (but what really is?) by
The Office - Michael & Toby - Don't Go Breakin' My Heart by
Supernatural - Castiel - Heaven wasn't always hell by
BtVS - Buffy/Angel - Love is forever, right? by
Dollhouse - DeWitt/Dominic - We Slay Dragons Together by
The West Wing - Toby, Sam, & Josh - A Distinct Lack of Gravitas by
Supernatural - Anna/Ruby - Devil Meaning Well by
Anne of Green Gables - Anne/Gilbert - We should have a breakfast nook! by
Legend of the Seeker - Richard/Kahlan - Just for tonight, darling, let's get lost by
The Vampire Diaries - Tyler & Caroline - TOGETHER, THEY FIGHT CRIME by
Community - Jeff/Annie - O brave new world by
Glee - Brittany/Santana - You don't know how far I'd go by
Angel - Fred & Cordelia - Of Friendship and Tacos by
The Office - Jim/Pam & CeCe - Everyone's a Critic by
Community - Britta/Troy (and the gang) - El tango de sexual tension by
Glee - Kurt & Finn - Life is too short for traffic by
The Vampire Diaries - Caroline & Stefan - The Pros and Cons of Sparkling by
Dollhouse - Topher - Aced The Tests, Never Did The Homework by
Glee - Rachel & Kurt - Detour a Bad Day by
Lost - Kate/Sawyer - Just Like New Times by
Doctor Who - Eleven/Rose - Top Hats Optional by
The Vampire Diaries - Caroline, Elena, & Bonnie - Slumber Party by
The Vampire Diaries - Stefan/Elena/Damon - They say it's your birthday by
Battlestar Galactica - Adama/Roslin - carpe astra by
Merlin - Arthur/Merlin - Just One Hug by
Harry Potter - Harry/Hermione/Ron - every stone you stood upon shifted, except for me by
Doctor Who - River/Doctor - You're very pretty, you know. You're very rare, you know. by
Alias - Jack/Irina - A Murder Free Dinner by
BtVS/Veronica Mars - Buffy and Veronica - girls in a gun store by
Veronica Mars - Wallace & Veronica - shooting some hoops by
Battlestar Galactica - Gaius/Caprica Six - What's in a name, anyway? by
Friday Night Lights - Coach/Mrs. Coach - Lazy Saturday afternoon by
Caprica - Lacy & Barnabas - Emergence by
Merlin - Arthur/Morgana (+ kind of ot4) - Objectivity by
Harry Potter - Remus/Sirius - The Old Fablemakers by
The West Wing - Josh and Donna - And Most Fools Do by
Community - Britta/Professor Duncan - Alternative Lifestyles in Modern Discourse by
The Vampire Diaries - Tyler & Caroline - TOGETHER, THEY FIGHT CRIME by
BtVS - Spike/Drusilla - Callooh, Callay by
Secret Diary of a Call Girl - Ben/Hannah - Best Friends with Wandering Eyes by
Pirates of the Caribbean - Jack/Elizabeth - Winning is worth it by
Battlestar Galactica - Kara/Sam - I'll sleep when I'm dead by
Castle - Castle/Beckett - The Serenade of Romantic Doom by
Modern Family - Mitchell/Cameron - Two Approaches To Baby-Naming by
The Vampire Diaries - Salvatore brothers & co. - Surprise is Not Only for the Living by
Pirates of the Caribbean - Anamaria - What shall we die for by
Batman - Harley Quinn/Batman - I have dreams of orca whales and owls by
AtS - Angel/Cordy, Connor, the team - Icy Peril by
The Vampire Diaries - Damon/Elena - The Timeless Taste of Cracker Jacks by
The West Wing - Sam/Ainsley - Deep Fried And Extra Fatty by
Lost - Dan/Charlotte - Keeping still to move by
Skins - Freddie, Emily - And I won't let you choke by
BtVS - Buffy/Spike - Her Dark Place Is Also Quiet by
HIMYM - Barney/Robin - I know you get me (so I let my walls come down) by
BtVS - Spike & Dawn - The Cons of Anarchy by
HIMYM - Ted/Victoria - Social Networking by
Harry Potter - Tom Riddle/Bellatrix Lestrange - All is loneliness before me by
The West Wing - Ainsley - Last Friday night, yeah we danced on tabletops by
Lilo & Stitch/Calvin & Hobbes - What I Did On My Summer Vacation by
Pushing Daisies - Ned/Chuck - Loophole by
Glee - Brittany & Finn - Hip-hop and Hippos by
The Vampire Diaries - Damon/Elena - Get Thee Behind Me, Temptation by
The West Wing - Sam/Ainsley - Baby, it's cold outside by
ER - Ray/Neela - Edge of Desire by
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Words could not express how difficult it was for one to dress in the morning with neither eyes to see, or both hands to aid him. He, who had been self sufficient for as long as he could remember, now found himself in need of the aide of others for the most mundane things – from fastening a button, to lighting a candle, to telling him which was water and which was wine.
For dressing in the morning, he was more than pleased to have the task switched from John, however well meaning, to his wife.
The task, instead of demeaning and frustrating, was now something soft and almost be looked forward to in his mind. A weakness was not impossible to overcome while in her presence, but something to gently chisel away at, like an artist upon a block of stone. He felt close to her in these moments, close enough to imagine the straight fall of her hair and the fairy flutter of her hands as she assisted him. She smelled of something wild – like pine woods and mountain flowers. Like autumn cresting and leaves falling before winter. He shook his head at his thoughts, wondering, as he always did, how they managed to take such a spin when he was in her presence.
As she would help him, she would speak. Today, the rainclouds that had sat over their corner of the world for the last several days had lifted. He could no longer feel the thunder in his bones, and so he took her word that the sky was blue and endlessly so. He had enough images from a lifetime to sustain his mind's eye, and with her words, he felt those memories sharpening and clarifying into something that he could almost see again.
He tries to tell her this once, and though he could not see it, he imagined that she was smiling nonetheless.
With her, he had a vast repertoire of remembered gazes, indeed to draw from. His Jane had a face not accustomed to smiling, in the beginning. Indeed, it was as if the tired muscles of her face were learning to live again when she was with them . . . He had enjoyed placing that spark in her eyes; that curve to her lips . . .
His thoughts were interrupted as she helped him place on his shirt. The motions were simple, arm in, turn once, then other arm in. She smoothed the sleeves down, and as her hand trailed down his arm, her hand rested on the mutilated end of his own, right where his hand should have been. Her fingers were soft over the angry flesh; beauty granting the beast with a moment of acceptance. He stared stonily ahead at the touch, as he did every day when she assisted him. Sometimes, being without sight was as much a blessing as a curse. There was as much as he wished to look on as he didn't care to see again.
Her other hand raised to touch the corner of his frown, as if her touch alone could sooth the harsh lines into something soft again. “Cheer up, old man,” she said, a playful timbre to her voice. “There are far worse things in life to be without.”
Practical Jane. His Jane . . . and he knows her words to be so. He holds a hand over hers for a moment, needing the contact of skin and skin to serve his where his eyes failed. “Of that,” he whispered in reply to her words, “I am most acutely aware.”
He wished he could see her blush as well as feel her skin warm under his hand. Thankfully, he has more than one memory of that to serve his mind's eye. Before, he had taken every moment he could to challenge an emotion from her – be it perplexed curiosity, vexation, or even modest embarrassment. All had been gifts she had been unconscious in giving; and gifts that he had cherished as treasures.
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“Your wardrobe is in perfect order,” she assured him. “I have no reason to jest with you so.”
“Ah, so I have good reason to keep from inspiring your ire to keep from further retaliation?”
“It is a fact that I would not contest,” she said teasingly. Her hands tugged gently from where she was tying his cravat. She had become an expert in manners of his wardrobe in the past few months. For which he was grateful for. For weeks he had had John retie his cravat for him after Jane departed, which he never precisely told his wife – even though he was certain she knew so anyway. She was remarkably astute, his Jane.
She helped him don his waistcoat next, and he let his eyes follow the sound of her as she fretted over him like a dragonfly over a stream. Some days, he liked to think that his vision was improving, however slightly. And that ideal of a dream was easy to visualize when she was with him as she was now . . . When he could open his eyes to image again, he wished for her to be the first thing he saw.
Today, he likes to think that his sight is better than days prior. He thinks that the dress she is wearing is blue, but does not ask for fear of being wrong. Was that white on her sleeves? Lining her neck. He rested a hand on the crook of her arm rather than help her fasten the buttons to his waistcoat, feeling lace line the sleeves, and trying to line the vision up in his mind. His efforts, however, yielded little. There were only shadows, passing and parting but still bemired in dark things . . .
“There,” came Jane's satisfied voice, oblivious to his train of thought. “You once again look like a presentable member of society.”
He knew that she was looking at him; holding his blind gaze as if he was with sight. He could feel his skin tingle with the knowledge in the way of things were merely known rather than seen.
“If it makes my visage more acceptable to my lady,” he said, his tone teasing as he gave a mocking bow. He looked to where her voice was, hoping that he was meeting her gaze.
“It does,” she said. Her voice held a mock haughtiness, light and pleasing to his ear. Somehow, it was completely becoming on her.
“Still completely hideous?” he asked her, as he did every morning.
“Unfortunately so,” she returned, as expected.
When he chuckled, the sound was low and rusty; but over time it was becoming less and less so.
Her hands were still clasped in his, ready to lead even as they offered support. The tightened, however slightly at the sight of his disposition. In his mind, he could imagine the contentment in her eyes . . . the memory of her glowing countenance is enough to supplant his lack of sight. The memory was so tangible, that for a moment he could believe that light shone where her eyes should have been to his gaze, parting the shadows, and making them as inconsequential as mist. It was that light amongst the dark of his vision that gave him hope.
His heart clenched at the form of sight, and while the knowledge of what recovery may have been impending curled his lips into a smile, he kept the knowledge from his wife for the moment in order to lean down and kiss her. She was smiling against his lips, and the hand that curved daintily against the back of his neck was a warm counterpoint to the gentle weight of her as she pressed herself into his arms. She was something ethereal to him at times, almost mythical as he held her; his sense of touch insisting that she was there and so even while he remained blind to it. He wondered if the marvel of holding her would ever wear off as the time passed by them.
He blinked as he pulled away from her. And before him, he liked to imagine, the light of his sight merged with the blue and the pale tones of hers, becoming something poignant . . . A shade akin to hope in his mind.