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Hold Me: a comfort promptfest
I think we really need some comfort right now.
In the comments, please leave prompts about people being comforted, patched up, or healed; or supporting each other, or just generally making each other a little happier. Hurt/comfort of all types is obviously great, also anything like cuddling, cheering someone up after a bad day, showing up to someone's event to support them, doing fun things together, comforting with puppies/kittens - whatever this means to you, I'm not going to be picky about it.
It doesn't have to be pure fluff. Angst and blood are fine.
Leave prompts like this:
Fandom, character or pairing, prompt
All fandoms and pairings are welcome. "Any" or original work prompts are also welcome.
Fills can be any length or medium. You can fill your own prompt. Prompts can be filled as many times as you want. Non-fill comments on prompts are also fine, e.g. commenting to say that you liked a prompt.
You don't need to use subject lines on prompts. Subject lines on fills would be helpful for compiling a master list, e.g. "Fill: Agent Carter, Peggy/Daniel, bubble bath." Warnings for upsetting content are not required, but would be courteous.
Please, no prompts about specific real-world events happening now. Fictional versions of similar things are fine though.
Feel free to link to this!
Go forth and prompt!
Edit: Roundup of posted fills #1 | Roundup of posted fills #2
There is an AO3 collection now:
https://archiveofourown.org/collections/holdme_comfortfest
You are welcome to add your fills if you like, but you don't have to.
In the comments, please leave prompts about people being comforted, patched up, or healed; or supporting each other, or just generally making each other a little happier. Hurt/comfort of all types is obviously great, also anything like cuddling, cheering someone up after a bad day, showing up to someone's event to support them, doing fun things together, comforting with puppies/kittens - whatever this means to you, I'm not going to be picky about it.
It doesn't have to be pure fluff. Angst and blood are fine.
Leave prompts like this:
Fandom, character or pairing, prompt
All fandoms and pairings are welcome. "Any" or original work prompts are also welcome.
Fills can be any length or medium. You can fill your own prompt. Prompts can be filled as many times as you want. Non-fill comments on prompts are also fine, e.g. commenting to say that you liked a prompt.
You don't need to use subject lines on prompts. Subject lines on fills would be helpful for compiling a master list, e.g. "Fill: Agent Carter, Peggy/Daniel, bubble bath." Warnings for upsetting content are not required, but would be courteous.
Please, no prompts about specific real-world events happening now. Fictional versions of similar things are fine though.
Feel free to link to this!
Go forth and prompt!
Edit: Roundup of posted fills #1 | Roundup of posted fills #2
There is an AO3 collection now:
https://archiveofourown.org/collections/holdme_comfortfest
You are welcome to add your fills if you like, but you don't have to.
no subject
Fill: Addams Family (1964 series), Gomez/Morticia & Wednesday, a Friday the 13th card
Upstairs in her room, she climbed into her desk chair and opened the top drawer. She took out a piece of paper and her box of crayons. Opening the box, she selected the only worn-down crayon from amongst the new, unused ones, and shook her head as she always did, wondering why they wouldn’t sell boxes of just black crayons. It’d be much more practical. But then, these were the same people that didn’t sell Friday the 13th cards either.
She coloured a dark, leafless tree with ravens sitting atop branches and bats hanging upside down from others. She outlined a full moon in the sky, and placed a few more bats flying in front of and around it. On the ground, she drew a graveyard, with tombstones for each member of her family. When she finished, she leaned back and looked at it, satisfied with her artistic masterpiece. After writing a short message inside, she slid out of her chair and went downstairs.
In the living room, her mother was knitting a sweater — it must’ve been for Cousin Imar, judging from the number of arms — while her father stood on his head reading the newspaper.
“Happy Friday the 13th, Mother and Father!” Wednesday announced as she handed her mother the card.
“Oh!” Morticia exclaimed as she set down her knitting. “Wednesday, darling, it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” She placed a hand over her heart as she looked at the drawing and read the message inside. Leaning over, she kissed the top of Wednesday’s head. “Thank you, dear. Gomez, come look at Wednesday’s card.”
Gomez, right side up, leaned over Morticia’s shoulder to see the card. His eyes widened. “Wednesday, you’re an artistic genius! To think, my seven year-old putting the great masters to shame!” He picked Wednesday up and twirled her. “A happy Friday the 13th indeed!”
Morticia beamed at them, then turned a thoughtful eye back to the card as Gomez set Wednesday down. “I’ll have it framed this afternoon. I’ve never seen such divine shadows. C’est magnifique, cherie,” she said as she squeezed Wednesday’s hand.
“Tish,” Gomez moaned, and Wednesday, knowing exactly what would happen next, quickly moved the card out of her father’s way.
Re: Fill: Addams Family (1964 series), Gomez/Morticia & Wednesday, a Friday the 13th card
Thank you for this :D
Re: Fill: Addams Family (1964 series), Gomez/Morticia & Wednesday, a Friday the 13th card
Re: Fill: Addams Family (1964 series), Gomez/Morticia & Wednesday, a Friday the 13th card
Re: Fill: Addams Family (1964 series), Gomez/Morticia & Wednesday, a Friday the 13th card
Re: Fill: Addams Family (1964 series), Gomez/Morticia & Wednesday, a Friday the 13th card
This is delightful.
Re: Fill: Addams Family (1964 series), Gomez/Morticia & Wednesday, a Friday the 13th card
Re: Fill: Addams Family (1964 series), Gomez/Morticia & Wednesday, a Friday the 13th card
Re: Fill: Addams Family (1964 series), Gomez/Morticia & Wednesday, a Friday the 13th card
Re: Fill: Addams Family (1964 series), Gomez/Morticia & Wednesday, a Friday the 13th card
Re: Fill: Addams Family (1964 series), Gomez/Morticia & Wednesday, a Friday the 13th card
Re: Fill: Addams Family (1964 series), Gomez/Morticia & Wednesday, a Friday the 13th card
Re: Fill: Addams Family (1964 series), Gomez/Morticia & Wednesday, a Friday the 13th card
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FILL: The Sympathy Card (The Saint '62, gen)
"Worst week of my life," admitted Chief Inspector Claude Eustace Teal.
"I'm sure. Still... stiff upper lip and all that." The super paused. "I'll, er, grant your week's bereavement leave at once."
Claude nodded. "Thank you, sir."
The super nodded back and moved on, leaving Claude to escape into the silent solitude of his office at last. He'd never fully realized how exhausting people could be.
It was only after he'd hung up his hat and coat that he noticed the rectangle of black paper on his desk with a fresh roll of his favorite peppermints sitting on top of it. He approached warily, but somehow he already knew what the paper was: an envelope with CLAUDE printed on the back in familiar block letters with white ink. There was also a small slip of paper resting against the peppermints, on which the same hand had written IN LIEU OF FLOWERS.
Not sure whether that was meant as a joke, Claude sat down and moved the peppermints and their note to the side, braced himself, and opened the envelope. Inside was... a card, clearly handmade. The front read Deepest Sympathies in flowing script, and below that stood a bouquet of red and white poppies done in ink and oil pastels.
Claude, read the inside, I'm sure I'm the very last person you want to see right now, but I did want to tell you how frightfully sorry I am to hear about your wife. You know where I am if you want me. Call or come by any time--my door, my bar, and my guest room are open to you. But in place of a signature, as expected, was the haloed stick figure that had dogged Claude's career.
Claude ran a shaking hand over his mouth. Leave it to Templar, he thought but didn't know where that thought was leading.
He didn't know how long it was or how many peppermints he'd gone through before he finally pulled himself together enough to leave. He tucked the card into the inside pocket of his jacket without thinking. But as he drove away from Scotland Yard, a mental fog descended that was every bit as thick as the pea soup rolling in from the Thames and didn't lift until he found himself standing in front of a familiar door that was opening to reveal the worried face of Simon Templar.
"Come in, Claude," Templar said quietly.
Claude simply nodded and went in, not even hearing the door when it closed behind him.
"What can I get you?" Templar asked as he took Claude's hat and coat and hung them up. "Whiskey, wine?"
Claude took a deep breath and shook his head. "Just tea, thanks."
Templar nodded. "Here." He gently steered Claude into a chair by the fire. "Won't be a moment," he said then and disappeared into his kitchen, and either he was as good as his word or Claude lost time again, because it truly seemed less than a minute before Templar returned with a tea tray and presented Claude with a cup of tea just the way Claude liked it.
"Thanks," Claude whispered and took a sip.
"You're welcome," Templar replied and sat down on the hearth with his own cuppa.
How had Claude never--well, no, he had known how good Templar was with victims. He'd just never expected to be on the receiving end of those particular talents himself.
They drank in surprisingly companionable silence until Claude put his cup back in its saucer with a sigh. "I don't know why I'm here," he confessed quietly. "I suppose I just... I couldn't go home."
Templar nodded.
"Diana, she... she was...." Claude's voice cracked, and he stopped, unsure of what he was even trying to say or why.
"She was the love of your life," Templar observed.
Claude looked at Templar in surprise. He hadn't expected understanding from a man like Templar, a notorious international playboy who seemed to have a girl in every port. But then he remembered the disappearance of Patricia Holm--not a case for the police, as she'd left of her own accord, but Templar hadn't been his usual cocky, rakish self for weeks afterward and had finally told Claude that he'd proposed to her and she'd fled. Claude's current circumstances were completely different, of course... but maybe Templar had had a taste of the same grief.
"I can't face people right now," Claude continued. "Maybe tomorrow, but tonight... the platitudes, the awkwardness, the 'stiff upper lip, old chap'... it's torture."
Templar nodded. "I meant what I said in the card. Stay as long as you like."
Claude's breath hitched. "I don't want to put you out--"
"It's no trouble, Claude. Truly."
"Maybe... just for tonight."
"I'll go and turn down the spare bed." Templar stood and put a hand on Claude's shoulder.
Somehow that simple touch--that gesture of genuine friendship from Simon Templar, of all people--was what finally broke the dam. Claude buried his face in his hands and wept... and Templar kept his hand where it was until Claude had cried himself out.
Re: FILL: The Sympathy Card (The Saint '62, gen)
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Thanks for reading!