such_heights | in search of h/c recs that are light on the h and heavy on the c

Oh internets, I am ill! I have been moping around with a bad cold all week and I still feel rubbish and sorry for myself. Happily, I have nowhere to be this weekend and plan to spend lots of it doing not very much.

Given my current state of malaise, I am very much in the mood for some h/c fanworks, but like, the kind where the initial hurt is minor illness/temporary injury and the comfort is in the form of soup and tea and mopping fevered brows, that sort of thing. Also anything that involves naps, h/c or no. Other acceptable topics include huddling for warmth, also snuggling.

Rory making Amy chicken soup, that time Troy and Abed looked after Annie when she sprained her ankle, Team Avatar all cuddled up under one big blanket, etc etc.

Any medium, any of my past or present fandoms - feel free to throw in fandoms I don't know if you like, for the benefit of anyone browsing the comments, and self-reccing is encouraged!

(And, you know, if anyone feels inspired to make a flash fanwork in response to my plea, DON'T LET ME STOP YOU. *g* Hugs and soup for all!)

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The kinky snuggles commentfest

helens78 hosted back in the summer has lots of cuddles and comfort.

A bit of a callback, but probably one of my favourite snuggle!sick fics would be sheafrotherdon's Abner of Astlegate's Most Splendid Pox.

Mad Nursing Skillz - in which the Doctor is sick and Rory takes care of him.

Get well soon!

Oh, that is so adorable! ♥

"RORY!" Amy yelled, but by the sheer fact that her volume wasn't getting above the decibel to break windows, Rory was certain that she was actually, quite, unwell.

Rory was used to difficult patients, but Amy was by far the worst. She refused to be sick, taking ages and ages to actually convince that yes Amy, you're wobbling on your feet because you're dizzy, and yes, Amy, dearest, you're going to vomit at any moment, please oh please don't chuck up in my shoes. And by the time she had been convinced, she became dreadful. A level of dreadful that Rory, if he wasn't madly, completely in love with her, might actually complain about.

"Yes, Amy?" Rory finally said as he took up the image of her covered in seven blankets (and one dingy quilt they used to play fort with), nose as red as her hair, and that pout that wouldn't quite admit to being a pout.

"Will you make me soup?" Amy asked, but it came out as more of a grunt, she had finally given in to the fact that she was sick, but Amy, being Amy, never wanted to admit that she actually needed help. Demanding servitude when she didn't need it was perfect, but admitting that she couldn't drag herself out from under the blankets and cook soup herself was too much to handle.

"Of course, Mrs. Pond," Rory said, and tried desperately not to smile, because he couldn't help but enjoy this just a little.

Amy glared at him like she knew what he was thinking (and she probably did) and then said, ever so quietly, "Thank you, Mr. Pond."

After the soup was made and then carefully balanced on a tray and brought back up to the bedroom Rory made a show of feeding Amy, and calling her sick, and getting glares and complaints, and the whole route, until finally the soup was finished and the warm look of temporarily cleared sinuses passed over Amy's face.

"Do you have to work tonight?" she asked, almost petulant in a way that had nothing to do with being sick.

"No, I'm not on call until tomorrow. Should be all right with out me for one night," he shrugged.

"Their loss," Amy said sincerely, in one of those rare moments where she told him how she felt out right instead of hiding it in an insult where she was more comfortable. "Be my eighth blanket?" she said, her nose crinkling as it came out as question, when it didn't seem to want to be.

Rory grinned at her and flopped onto the pile of blankets covering Amy, spreading his arms out wide like he was a human cloth.

Amy gave a gruff laugh and kissed his head.

"No, don't," Rory protested, completely lying, "you'll get me sick."

"In sickness and in health," Amy said gravely, but it came out more like "in bickness ad ib heff," which was more adorable than Rory could stand.

"Budge over," he said and crawled under the covers with her, willing to sweat it out for love. Amy clamped onto him like an old stuffed toy and sighed happily with a snuffled noise. "Soup's worn off," she said, but didn't enunciate quite as well as he knows she would have liked.

"I'll make some more later," he promised and Amy patted his arm with approval.

This part, Rory thought, wasn't quite so bad.

omg omg AWWWWWWWW *draws sparkly hearts everywhere* That is stupidly, stupidly cute, thank you so much! <3333333

This is so sweet, aww!

So forgive me if I toss you something of mine you've already read! Also, uh. *hands* Long?

Things that definitely count:

Unpredictably Skilled (RDJ Sherlock Holmes: Mary broke her arm; Sherlock fixes her hair. No, seriously.)

"I can't be sick. You're here to visit." (Criminal Minds, Spencer/Austin, Austin has the flu)

Indignity (The Losers, Aisha/Jensen/(Cougar), Aisha has the flu.)

Recovery (The Losers, Cougar/Jensen, Cougar has a broken arm and various contusions and is Not Happy; slightly pricklier than the others)

[of what could be lost] (original, fluffiness of fluffy with hugs SERIOUSLY, also a small child with River Song level curls)

ficlets (original, both from that commentfest

theleaveswant mentioned below)

[holding up the sky] (original, waking-up-cuddles)

Arising (original, similar)

Things that may be too heavy but I can't gauge:

no fortress so strong (a tryptich) (Boondock Saints, gen or Connor/Murphy depending on what you want to see, the boys looking after one another)

air that we breathe (Valdemar AU, Tylendel/Vanyel, some sorting of stuff out)

Right Hand and Joy (Belgariad, Relg/Taiba, the birth of their first kid)

I wrote a story where Steve makes Bucky eat chicken soup and there is cuddling...

Under Covers (Covert Affairs, Annie&Auggie) is probably the closest thing to h/c I've ever written - but it is very light on the hurt, and sounds like it fits the bill?

I wrote a Babysitters Club fic once wherein Claudia has a cold and Jessi makes her soup? Also there is a puppy and naps under blankets.

*cuddles you* ♥

I'm not so much for writing, but here are some kitty snuggles for you!
http://cuteoverload.com/2011/11/30/the-most-prosh-kittenmom-combo-youll-ever-see/
I hope you feel better soon!

Here are a couple of Amy/Rory h/c meme fills:

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Here is an adorable Eleven/TARDIS h/c ficlet

sahiya wrote me during fandom_stocking, and here is an Amy/Rory + Eleven/River h/c fic of hers. I suspect you've read her fic already? She always writes good stuff. :)

I have written a fair bit of h/c, mostly Eleven-era, such as this. here is my masterlist if you want to take a look.

Last time I made a request for fic of this sort, I got these links:

Giles/Willow

Giles/Buffy

And one I wrote:

Jack/Daniel/Sam

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