the joy of living in a fannish household
This morning, my partner was getting ready to go get her hair cut, while I started on the laundry.
“What laundry are you doing first?”
“I figured I’d start with the dark laundry.”
She replied, with a suitable level of deep gravitas: “Why isn’t there any dark!laundryfic?”
I suppressed my giggles enough to say, “Well, I don’t usually write darkfic - that might work better in your fandom.” (My partner’s fandom lends itself very well to darkfic.) "You should definitely write some dark!laundryfic."
“I’d like to use ‘dark!laundry’ as a tag sometime,” she said.
I leaned on the laundry basket. “I suppose in a MacGyver dark!laundryfic, he’d be attacked when he went to do his laundry and beaten senseless.”
“By the laundry?”
“No, by thugs. And he’d be severely traumatized and become phobic about laundry.” (In retrospect, amnesia or a long hospital stay would probably be required.) “But that’s not my style of Macfic.” I mentioned a different fic writer, whose relentless darkfic joined my don’t-read list years ago. “If I wrote it, Mac would fight back successfully against the thugs, using the laundry and the laundry detergent. And his favourite shirt would be shredded beyond salvation. One of the floral shirts, which he’d be wearing at the time.”
“The shirt he’s wearing gets destroyed? Yes, that’s more your style.”
“And I’d ruin his jacket, too. The one he wore in the late seasons. Pepper hates that jacket; she thinks it’s ugly. I promised her ages ago that I’d write a fic in which the jacket dies if she’d write a particular piece of smut. And the jacket is dark. But that would be crackfic, not darkfic.”
We both nodded sagely, and she left for her haircut.
I really have the Bestest Partner in the world. *is smug*
Update, 4/22/12: the fic starts here.
“What laundry are you doing first?”
“I figured I’d start with the dark laundry.”
She replied, with a suitable level of deep gravitas: “Why isn’t there any dark!laundryfic?”
I suppressed my giggles enough to say, “Well, I don’t usually write darkfic - that might work better in your fandom.” (My partner’s fandom lends itself very well to darkfic.) "You should definitely write some dark!laundryfic."
“I’d like to use ‘dark!laundry’ as a tag sometime,” she said.
I leaned on the laundry basket. “I suppose in a MacGyver dark!laundryfic, he’d be attacked when he went to do his laundry and beaten senseless.”
“By the laundry?”
“No, by thugs. And he’d be severely traumatized and become phobic about laundry.” (In retrospect, amnesia or a long hospital stay would probably be required.) “But that’s not my style of Macfic.” I mentioned a different fic writer, whose relentless darkfic joined my don’t-read list years ago. “If I wrote it, Mac would fight back successfully against the thugs, using the laundry and the laundry detergent. And his favourite shirt would be shredded beyond salvation. One of the floral shirts, which he’d be wearing at the time.”
“The shirt he’s wearing gets destroyed? Yes, that’s more your style.”
“And I’d ruin his jacket, too. The one he wore in the late seasons. Pepper hates that jacket; she thinks it’s ugly. I promised her ages ago that I’d write a fic in which the jacket dies if she’d write a particular piece of smut. And the jacket is dark. But that would be crackfic, not darkfic.”
We both nodded sagely, and she left for her haircut.
I really have the Bestest Partner in the world. *is smug*
Update, 4/22/12: the fic starts here.