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the WE COULD HAVE HAD IT A-A-ALL! comment ficathon

I'm bored, let's get our comment ficathon on!

+ The basic concept of this one: for all those times when you expected canon to give you something awesome, and then it didn't, or it gave you the potential for something to be awesome, and then it ~~killed it off with Spanish Influenza~~ didn't see it through all the way. Basically, this is a comment ficathon for those times when you felt like 'Wait! But! What about [really awesome thing]?' or 'Wait! But! I thought for sure [insert really awesome thing here] would happen! Weren't they leading up to [really awesome thing]?' or 'How can you cancel this when I'm sure that another season would bring us [really awesome thing]?' Or maybe even just those pensive times when you go 'Man, wouldn't this whole story have been much better if only [really awesome thing] would have happened at the get-go?' Or, hell, let's be real here: those times when your otp got punched in the face by the dread forces of canon. Let us thwart them all with the power of this ficathon!

Basically, this is really open-ended and subjective, with one common theme. And that common theme is, 'Canon haps, why you gotta make my soul feel like an Adele song?'

+ One prompt per comment, and please format your comment along the lines of: "[Fandom] - [Pairing or character(s)] - [prompt]." Feel free to submit as many prompt-comments as you'd like. The more the better!

+ If you respond to a prompt, include the pairing/character(s) and a title in the subject line of your comment if you are using a lj layout that has subject lines. If you're not, please put that same information at the top of your comment.

+ If your fic's got an R/NC-17 rating, please indicate as much in the comment subject line/top of your comment as well.

+ WRITE ON! :D

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Masterlist of Responses
Robin Hood - Guy/Marian - "I may be dead, but I'm still pretty -- which is more than I can say for you." by

littledivinity

BtVS - Giles/Anya - "Why didn't you come to the wedding?" by

eilowyn

Harry Potter - Trio - Post-War by

bloodofpyke

Downton Abbey - Mary/Lavinia - there is thunder in our hearts by

dollsome

Merlin - Gwen/Morgana - with grace in your heart by

dollsome

Downton Abbey - Mary/Lavinia - for where you go I will go by

oltha_heri

Supernatural - Dean/Layla - He said he'd pray for her, and he did. by

bloodofpyke

Sherlock - Molly - She always has an alibi, and one or two to spare by

duh_i_read

Downton Abbey - Mary/Lavinia - Adventuring for Ladies by

oliveoyl

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Glee - Brittany/Santana - So I crawl back into your open arms (Or, What Happened The Summer After Junior Year)

Downton Abbey - Robert/Cora or Mary/Matthew - How the 'truth about Mr. Pamuk' conversation actually went

30 Rock - Liz/Wesley - "Okay, fine. Let's get married."

BtVS - Dawn - the "It's a Wonderful Life" episode where Dawn sees what Sunnydale was like without her

SOMEONE BETTER WRITE THIS.

I have been wanting this ever since we first met Dawn. How was there not an episode like this one show? How?

Legend of the Seeker - Kahlan/Cara - In which the two ladies kiss due to some shenanigous circumstance relating to ~powerful magic~ (because, come on, there's no way it wouldn't have happened in season three if we had gotten one!)

Vampire Diaries - Damon/Elena - He doesn't want to be her backup plan forever.

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Gossip Girl - Dan/Blair - He'll continue to be her shoulder to cry on but even as she leans against him, he wonders why it can't be him.

Merlin - Arthur & Merlin (and whoever else, if you want) - In which the series four finale involves a magic reveal

Game of Thrones - Drogo/Dany - I'll never love another like I love you.

Misfits - Nathan/Kelly - Alternate to 2.03. Kissing Nathan doesn't feel wrong, and Kelly definitely does not want to be just mates.

Lost - Kate/Sawyer - You've lived your life and I've lived mine. Now it's time we lived them together.

The Pretender - Jarod/Miss Parker - And then they kiss

agh yesssss is this referring specifically to island of the haunted or just in general?

In general. I just want them to get their kiss. :')

Robin Hood - Guy/Marian - "I may be dead, but I'm still pretty -- which is more than I can say for you."

I WANT TO WRITE THIS SO BADLY, NITA.

WHAT A COINCIDENCE, because I really, really, really, really, really need it to exist! Oh, Hannah, kick it 2007 style! F-for me?

I don't think there's anything I miss quite like I miss Guy/Marian fic. I WAS JUST RE-READING MY OLD STUFF TODAY.

Well, this is horrible.

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“You certainly look worse for wear.”

This is the part of drinking that Guy loathes, this in-between space. This point of no return when everything inside is amplified, and everything outside is numb. The point at which he swears he will never again drink to excess, just a drink or two before the point that he passes out for hours on end. This is when he hears her, in his head, taunting him.
But it is strange that even when she haunts him, he can’t bring himself to wish her away, but neither can he bring himself to look for her.

“Oh come, Sir Guy,” she says, tuts her tongue at him. And oh, but he can smell her, the rosewater and hint of grass that always clung to her. “Will you not even look me in the eye?”

“Why won’t you let me be?” He asks, his voice raw and rasping from the harsh spirits, exhaustion burning the edges. “Have I not grieved enough? Am I to be doomed to your soul tormenting me?”

“It is not as if you can claim you do not deserve it,” she replies, and he can see it in his mind’s eye; the way she would tilt her head, the gentle tip of a smirk on her mouth.
“I know what I deserve, Marian,” he says viciously, and cannot help but tip his head to glare at her.

The sight of her makes his stomach tense and curl in on itself, the vicious clench of his abdomen that normally proceeds vomit. She does not have the heavenly glow he expects, there are no feathers or halos engulfing her. She merely looks as he remembers her; pink-cheeked, and clothed in a dark olive frock.

“But do you know what you need?” She asks him, and his mouth opens to retort, sick of riddles and mysteries and holy orders that he must sort. “You are badly in need of a hair trim, Sir Guy. You look abominable.”

Some queer part of him almost laughs, but he just shakes his head, the air stuttering out of him in some abandoned show of amusement.

“You’re not truly here,” he says, his brows drawing together, and he has no idea if he is talking to her or so himself.

“Am I not?” She grabs his hand then. He expects her to pass through him like the specter he knows her to be, but he doesn’t. Her hand is warm against his as she draws his to her breast, pressing his palm against the softness of the skin. “Do you not feel the beat of my heart, Sir Guy?”

He closes his eyes against it, trying to shut out the feel of her against his roughened palm, the sound of her unhurried breathing.

“Are you here to absolve me of my sins?” He asks, his voice hushed, barely above a whisper.
He feels the hitch of her chest as she huffs a small laugh, dropping his hand so that if falls with a thud to the wooden table top.

“Is that what you seek?” She asks him, sarcasm lacing her tone. “Absolution at the bottom of a whisky bottle?”

“I seek release,” he says, his fingers clenching at the rough-hewn wood. “I seek to escape this constant pain I feel burning at my soul.”

“Oh, Guy,” Marian says, her mouth drawing into a moue of mocking sadness. “What you seek,” she draws in a breath, a furrow forming between her eyebrows, “it is not something you can find, I fear.”

“I know that.”

He does, at that. He knows that there is nothing that shall ever make this go away, there is nothing that can be done to bring her back, to take the sword from her gut. But he would do it. He would do it a thousand times over. He would fall upon his own blade if he thought it would bring her back. He would even hand her over to Hood, gladly, now that he has seen the alternative, but he cannot.

“I believed you,” she says finally. “I believed you could be a better man. I had even begun to think that perhaps, the two of us.” She sighs, the sentence dying before completion. “When you saved me from the gallows, when I saw the caring in your eyes even after you knew the truth about me, I began to consider my life if you asked for my hand again.”

That makes him lean to the side, retching, spitting the burning mixture of bile and alcohol to the floor, wiping the back of his mouth with his hand.

“You have made your bed, Sir Guy,” she says, her voice not unkind, but neither is it easy. “You must lie in, and it seems you must do it alone. But I never hated you, and I believe – well, it does not matter now. But I was prepared to give you your second chance.”

She rises then, lifting his head from where it still hangs, brushing a lock of his mangled hair from his sweaty face.

He opens his mouth to say something, to apologize, to touch her and beg her and anything to keep her here. But then she is gone. Vanishing in the flickering of the candlelight and he is once again left alone to his own vices and voices.

TUNA, ARE YOU KIDDING ME!!!!! ♥ This is SO BEAUTIFUL, and so Marian, and really pangs my heart with just how much I miss her magnificent no-nonsense badassness. (Oh, God, could I bear a rewatch? Could anyone bear it?)

“You have made your bed, Sir Guy,” she says, her voice not unkind, but neither is it easy. “You must lie in, and it seems you must do it alone. But I never hated you, and I believe – well, it does not matter now. But I was prepared to give you your second chance.”

SO PERFECT.

Frankly, I think we should somehow con our old Guy and Mazz mates into doing a group rewatch. WE CAN ALL SHARE THE PAIN. Also, I should learn to read over for typos the morning after I write so that I have a chance in hell of actually catching them. Sigh. BUT ANYWAY.

My point is: I MISS THEMMMMMM.

Twilight - Edward/Bella - ... and then she ripped his heart out!

Jurassic Park - Alan/Ellie - THEY GET BACK TOGETHER, featuring dinosaurs and mortal peril.

(I'm sorry. I have irrationally strong and lasting feelings on this matter.)

IF I KNEW HOW TO WRITE I WOULD BE ALL OVER THIS. BECAUSE, SO MANY FEELINGS.

Downton Abbey - Robert/Cora - This is the way the world ends (or, how Robert feels at Cora's sickbed in 2x08)

BtVS - Giles/Anya - "Why didn't you come to the wedding?"

It was your average brisk English winter day, and they both were wrapped in jackets and scarves, fallen leaves crunching under their boots. Her face was red from another bout of crying, but he had suggested a walk might cheer her up. In all her years of living she had never paid much attention to architecture, but now she looked carefully at each house as they meandered by. Bath was a pretty place, she decided, and she felt it was a pity that in all the town's history she had never been called for a vengeance job within city limits. She would have liked visiting it a little after giving some man boils or the pox, those old school vengeances she had once delighted in.

She had arrived on his doorstep the day after the wedding carrying two bags that had been packed for a Mexican honeymoon. He opened the door, and if he was surprised to see her, he didn't show it. He took a look at her tearstained, red-eyed face, and instantly opened the door for her. He didn't ask what was wrong, though he knew from the invitation that had been sent what the previous day was supposed to be. She realized he had figured it out on his own, only mentioning once how "stupid" that "silly boy" was.

With her wardrobe so ready for the tropics, he told her she'd need a warm jacket and some shoes more substantial than her flip-flops. "Atrocious things, those," he'd said, mumbling something about uncouth Americans under his breath. He was unchanged. She had smiled then - her first smile since she'd been left at the altar. He took her shopping, and they didn't speak much as he drove her around town to each of the stores she needed to go to, and he paid for everything without a second glance. She thought that was very kind of him, very thoughtful, as if he knew how much she disliked being parted from her money.

On the second day she mostly stayed in the guest room and cried, the reality the life she had planned now being gone for good settling in as tightness in her shoulders. He came to her door almost every hour, asking if she'd like a sandwich or some tea, but he mostly left her alone with her tears, which was what she wanted. Crying all day sounded like a good idea to her, and she was somewhat pleased he seemed to agree.

Now it was the third day. She'd come out of her room for the big, proper English breakfast he had prepared, and she had eaten her first substantial meal since being jilted. He made polite small talk, asking how the store and everyone was, never mentioning his name, she noticed. She gave him brief, half answers, because the truth was too depressing. Instead she told him everything was fine, all was well, just as he left it. Thinking of home made her think of that day again - that day which was supposed to be the happiest of her life. She started to tear up once more, there among the toast and eggs and clotted cream. He reached across the table and rested his hand on hers, and she felt warm for the first time since her ruined wedding. He had suggested a walk after breakfast, and here they were.

He kept a slow, steady pace, and she looked at the architecture as they passed by. Then she stopped, suddenly burning with a question she had to ask him. He had continued a few paces when he realized she wasn't beside him, and turned around to look at her.

"Rupert, why weren't you at the wedding?"

He didn't answer straight away, looking down at his feet for a moment before he removed his glasses and polished the lenses with a handkerchief, a gesture so familiar to her that she almost laughed.

"Well, my dear, maybe I just couldn't stand to see you marrying that foolish boy."

She was silent for a moment, the air between them thick with the understanding of the meaning behind his words. After a few deep breaths of crisp air, she looked down, nodded, then looked up at him with a smile.

"Shall we continue?" was all she said, starting to walk past him as if she knew he would follow. When he caught up with her, and she smiled again, the cold wind making her lips slightly chapped. Looking forwards, she reached her little gloved hand beside her and grabbed his hand where it was swinging at his side. His fingers instantly closed around hers.

They continued their walk.

Oh, gosh, this is so lovely and I never quite realized how much I wanted it to happen in my heart of hearts until just now. ♥

Thank you! Ganya is one of those ships I'm diehard for but they don't really have much of a fandom, so I was excited to see a prompt pairing the two of them together.

I just want to hug you for this.

*HUG*

*HUGS BACK* I have a large space in my heart dedicated to Giles/Anya. They're my favorite secondary pairing to have in later season Spuffy fic.

EEEEEEEE! EEEEEEEEE! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! <- Those are my squeals of joy at seeing this prompt, noticing that you had posted for it, and then reading your completely awesome, perfect fill. YES THE WORLD NEEDS MORE GANYA, ALWAYS. (Especially when it is as good as yours!)

Thank you! I adore Ganya so much, and we so rarely see it!

Oh, this is lovely. Love Giles in it especially. &hearts

Thank you! I wasn't especially thinking of Giles when I wrote this (it was more from Anya's perspective), but Giles' common sense came out the more I wrote. ♥

Oh, this is lovely. Love Giles in it especially. ♥

So happy you filled this prompt! I would've loved for this to have really happened in the show!!

I know! Tabula Rasa was such a fun episode because it had Giles and Anya together and I can't believe how perfect for each other they were! He's a demonologist, she's a former demon, so imagine all they'd have in common (more than Xander and Anya, I think)!

Just lovely :) Why couldn't this have happened for reals!!!

In my mind Anya and Giles are now running a store in heaven and hooking up on the side!

Awww. I love Giles/Anya. This was very sweet.

I love this! I have a soft spot for Giles and Anya and this was lovely.

What a sweet interlude! I loved this line: She thought that was very kind of him, very thoughtful, as if he knew how much she disliked being parted from her money. So very Anya. :)

This is so lovely. Giles/Anya are a damn cool couple.

Lovely! :)

This was so awesome. Beautifully written. G/A is one of my three favorite parings. (The others being G/Willow and G/Faith.) I just can't help thinking how any one of their lives would have turned out so much better if they had only fallen for the perfect man :) Thanks for this.

Modern Family - Haley/Dylan - I just can't quit you

30 Rock - Jack/Liz - AND THEN THEY MADE OUT

Harry Potter - Harry/Hermione - time makes you bolder

Skins - Franky/Mini - In which they're the ones together in season 6.

The Vampire Diaries - Klaus/Stefan - In which all the subtext is (or was, or will be, however you want to write it) actually text.

Doctor Who - Amy/Rory - I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night - post-wedding space adventures

Firefly - Simon/Kaylee - slow-building flame

Just stumbled upon this awesome comment-a-thon. Late to the party, but I hope you like it :)

It's still kinda funny to Kaylee sometimes, the way Simon is. Still a prim and proper Core doctor, and Kaylee suspects that's not going to change much, no matter how much time he spends on the fringes.

For instance, even though everyone knows about the two of them, Simon still blushes to the tips of his cute little ears when Mal makes a comment about never going in the engine room without knocking, or when Jayne...is Jayne, or when Inara passes Kaylee her special incense with a wink. "To set a certain mood, little sister," Inara says, and without fail, Simon's ears turn pink when Kaylee tells him about it later.

Kaylee worries quietly about it. River just rolls her eyes at her over the dinner table, bratty teenager and queen of the 'verse all in one.

One night, Kaylee is doing her before-bed check up on Serenity when she finds Zoe at the cockpit.

"Just checkin' on everything. G'night, Zoe," she says. She ain't two steps to the door before Zoe clears her throat.

"You know, when Wash and I first got together, I didn't like the idea of anyone else knowin'. Rightly none of their business, I thought. But Wash, he woulda told the whole 'verse if he had the chance. And I love--loved him, so I'd give him little things--I'd make him wife soup.Or I'd smile at him real slow-like when he bought our drinks. I wasn't shoutin' anything, but he heard. You get me?"

It's the most Zoe's said since--well, since. Kaylee can only nod.

"Good. You get on to bed now. And go easy on your doctor. I got me a feelin' that even if he weren't born & bred Core proper, he'd still be Simon."

"Y-yes, ma'am--Zoe. G'night."

And when Kaylee gets to her bunk, Simon is stretched out in her bed, waiting. His smile lights slow, burns hot, and when she lays down next to him, he whispers, "Kaylee, Kaylee, Kaylee," and blushes, not just to the tips of his ears, but all down his neck and chest, and--

"Oh," Kaylee says, realizing. "Oh, Simon--"

The next morning, Simon is asleep next to her, and Kaylee knows now that even though Simon is a prim and proper Core doctor, now he's *her* prim and proper Core doctor. The thought makes something in Kaylee warm up nice and slow, like Serenity's engines after a long time in dry dock. It's no wonder Simon don't speak much about it. If this is what his blushes feel like from the inside, well, if the night before was any indication, Kaylee would have trouble gettin' any words out at all.

This is so perfect! It's really lovely and sweet and really in-character and all the lines are so good! Thank you bunches!

Ooh lovely. :)

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where there's smoke there's fire (Firefly; Kaylee/Simon, Zoe & Ensemble, PG-13ish)

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