sholio: book with pink flower (Book & flower)
Sholio ([personal profile] sholio) wrote2020-09-19 01:52 pm

Hold Me: a comfort promptfest

I think we really need some comfort right now.

Hold Me: A Comfort Fest

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.
yarnofariadne: morticia addams from the sitcom sitting in a chair (me: for what it's worth)

Fill: Mass Effect, Garrus/FShepard, bring your buckets by the dozens (injury cw)

[personal profile] yarnofariadne 2020-09-23 12:23 pm (UTC)(link)
on ao3

Even with her face swollen and freshly scarred, Shepard hadn’t looked this peaceful in...well, the entire length of time Garrus had known her. The permanent crease in her forehead had eased, the tight clench of her jaw relaxed. Even in their happiest moments, he remembered a distance in her eyes, as if her mind was already trying to tackle the next problem, because there was always a next problem.

The heart monitor’s steady beep was out of time with her slow, deep breaths. She always seemed so attuned with everything around her; she breathed the rhythm of the ship, she moved through battle as if performing a dance. She was, in every moment, deeply present, and it made her absence now all the more unsettling.

He wanted her to have a moment of peaceful rest. If anyone deserved a break, it was her. But for all her effort, she hadn’t made an entirely good person out of him yet. Selfishly, he still wanted her back at the end of it.

Sitting by her bed, he took her scratched and scraped hand in his. He watched her face for any sign of stirring or cognisance, but she slept on. Remembering every moment he’d had to wake her in the middle of the night to handle some calamity, he tried to superimpose this image over each memory in the hope of never seeing that waking moment of exhaustion and terror again. He kissed her bruised knuckles, and he saw the corner of her mouth pull into a momentary smile as she slept.