Prop 8 has been overturned! Let's have a comment!party

[lokifan_import]

Proposition 8 was ruled unconstitutional and overturned. *pauses for cheering*

It's a baby step but it will make thousands of people happier and makes millions freer, so I think it deserves a party.

Here's my idea: proposal/marriage/honeymoon/bigot-defeating comment!fic. Any pairing, any rating, any fandom. :) I am extremely tired because it is after 2am here in the good old You Kay, but I will do my best! And there is no time limit on a good party.

Leave prompts for others in the comments if you so choose! Just leave comments of SQUEE! I know you'll be excited by this news too.

A few prompts thrown out to get you started (though writing to prompts isn't necessary):

Unfortunately, Character A had no idea Character B wasn't a virgin. And the honeymoon was fast approaching.

Unfortunately, Character A had no idea Character B was a virgin. And the honeymoon was fast approaching.

An orange wedding dress was non-traditional, certainly...

Somebody's late for their own wedding!

Hermione and Ron have a lovely, traditional, polygamous ceremony. Their third Pansy looks beautiful.

Eloping!

"If she offers me the choice between a cream menu and an off-white one one more time I will make her eat them both."

Partying in Soho after civil unions become legal in 2004, character A and B meet unexpectedly. They wake up the next morning wearing rings.

Unexpected proposal!

Someone tries to hire Malfoy Manor for a wedding and Lucius sets the peacocks on them. :)

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[lolafalola.livejournal.com]

Harry leaned back against the rocking chair, closed his eyes, and could picture it.

Soft, cool, white sheets on his and Draco's bed with a thick hand-sewn quilt on top. The pillows were fluffed and ready for his head. He imagined himself getting naked and wrapping himself into his bedding, curling up next to Draco for warmth and touching and possibly more. Draco’s deep sigh could be heard as his husband turned to face him—

The sniffling next to Harry woke him out of his fantasy.

Lily had been sick with the flu for the last few days. Her young body was wracked with fever, congestion, and aches all over. It was two o'clock in the morning and they had promised that one of them would stay with her until the fever broke and she began to feel better.

She was scared of the dark and being sick on top of it, she worried that the Grim was coming for her. A wolf howled into the night and she startled awake at the sound. Frantically, she looked around and relaxed when she saw her Daddy sitting there beside her.

"Daddy, sniff tell me the story again."

Big gray eyes, which looked identical to Draco’s, stared up at him through wisps of black locks. Lily’s hair was matted to her forehead and Harry suspected that the potion to reduce the fever had worn off again.

His head tilted to the side as he looked at her. "What story, baby?"

"Tell me again, how you and Father fell in love and were married. It always makes me laugh.” She began coughing as she tried to giggle and Harry had to keep from winching. It sounded like it was coming from her deep in her chest and he ached with wanting to make the pain go away.

Harry got up, sat next to her in bed, wrapped his arms around her, and began to tell the story.

“When I was little and I first found out that I was a wizard—”

“The pictures, Daddy, the pictures!” Lily rasped.

Harry had made a scrapbook of his and Draco’s history, from bitter rivals to bonded lovers. Lily had found it when she was young, and loved to look at the pictures and hear the story of how her fathers came together. Harry smiled at his daughter and summoned the album from their study to place on her lap.

Once it arrived, she found the first page and Harry began again.

“Once upon a time, there was a boy named Harry…” he began as he fought off a stiff yawn that passed through his body. It was late in the evening, or early in the morning, and he had promised to be with her until she felt better. Maybe if he told her the story again and talked her into lying back down, she would be able to go back to sleep, he hoped.

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As the first rays of dawn began to peak through the windows, Draco reached across the bed, feeling for Harry’s body, but found a cold, flat mattress instead.

Sitting up for a moment, he looked around and remembered that last night was Harry’s turn to watch over Lily. If her fever didn’t break by morning, the healer had said to bring her back into St. Mungo’s. She might have to be admitted to the hospital where stronger potions could be administered.

Draco’s head was still a little foggy, but he realized that if Harry hadn’t made it back, then it must mean that Lily was still feverish. Concerned for the well being of his only daughter, Draco donned a robe and went to her room to see how she was doing.

When he got there, the picture that was presented before him, made his heart melt. It was at times like these, that Draco wondered why he didn’t fall madly in love with Harry Potter the first time he saw him.

Harry was curled up against the wall on Lily’s bed fast asleep. Wrapped in his arms was their precious three-year old daughter. Her arms and legs were in all directions as her miniature body took up three-quarters of the bed. Her head was on his chest and her elbows were digging into his stomach as he unconsciously kept trying to pull further away. A loud snore was coming out of her mouth as a line of drool was forming a puddle on Harry’s favorite jumper.

It was at time like this that Draco wished he knew how to work that Muggle vidicordi thing Harry was lugging around to all of Lily’s school events. When they awoke, neither of them would believe him when he told them how they looked.

As he approached the bed, Draco noticed Harry’s wedding scrapbook dropped haphazardly onto the floor. He picked it up to put on the nightstand when he heard sniffling and a bit of coughing.

He turned to look and saw gray eyes staring up at him from the bed. He bent down to kiss his daughter’s forehead and noticed her temperature was normal. It seemed that the fever had finally broke.

She looked around the bed, and her eyes got wider as they were searching something out. Tears began to fall as she sat up and started to cry.

“What’s wrong, my angel?”

She looked up at her Father, as her bottom lip quivered, “We lost the scrapbook, Father. It was here a minute ago, but now it’s gone. Daddy was telling me the story of how you fell in love and got married when he fell asleep. I started looking at the pictures, but now the book is gone!” The tears were running down her cheeks, but before her sobs turned to wails, Draco picked up the album and showed it to her.

She sighed with relief and reached out her small, chubby hands for it.

Instead of giving it to her, though, Draco held it in one hand and swept her up into his other arm. She squealed when he did that and wrapped her arms around his neck.

“Why don’t we go find Bitty and see if she’ll make us some hot chocolate? I think we should let Daddy rest and I’ll tell you my side of this story.”

[nenne.livejournal.com]

Lovely! :)

[lolafalola.livejournal.com]

Thanks! :)

[lokifan]

Awwww! That's the cutest thing ever.

[lolafalola.livejournal.com]

Thank you! :)