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Noxie ([personal profile] noxie) wrote in [community profile] ficondemand2010-05-09 12:47 pm

First Kiss Comment Fic Meme

I don't know about you guys, but I'm a sucker for first kisses. No matter if they're sweet, or passionate, or cutely awkward, I love me some heartfelt smooches. And so I happily present:

First Kiss Comment Fic Meme

However, feel free to still post fills for open requests.

How it's done:

1) Comment with fandom and pairing:


Het, slash, fem - anything goes! Only one prompt per comment please! Anonymous comments are allowed.

2) If a certain prompt catches your eye, WRITE IT. Be sure to add 'FILLED' in the subject title. Multiple fills to the same prompt are not only allowed, but encouraged!
You can either post your fic in the comments, or as a submission to the community - or both.

3) Pimp this meme.

4) Profit!

Keep all content on DW for three weeks. HAVE FUN! ♥

Masterlist of First Kiss Prompts
(in alphabetical order, with all requested pairings – I will add more as they come in)

* 2 Fast 2 Furious: Brian/Rome [FILLED]
* 07-Ghost: Frau/Teito

* A Bit of Fry and Laurie: Tony/Control [FILLED]
* Ace Attorney: Badd/Byrne
* Avatar (James Cameron): Norm/Trudy
* Avatar the Last Airbender: Zuko/Katara, Lt. Jee/Zuko, Shirong/Zuko, Zhao/Zuko, Iroh/Toph, Hakoda/Zuko
* Axis Powers Hetalia: America/Lithuania, Germany/Prussia

* Baccano: Ladd/Chane
* Bandom (My Chemical Romance): Bob/Frank
* Bandom (The Young Veins): Jon/Ryan
* Bandom (Panic at the Disco): Ryan/Brendon
* Blackadder Goes Forth: George/Melchett [FILLED]
* Bones: Zack/Hodgins
* Boston Legal: Lori Colson/Tara Wilson
* Buffy the Vampire Slayer: Drusilla/Spike [FILLED]

* Catch Me If You Can: Carl/Frank
* CardCaptor Sakura: Yue/Sakura
* Chuck: Anna Wu/anybody [FILLED]
* Criminal Minds: Hotch/Reid [FILLED], Reid/Morgan [FILLED], Morgan/Garcia, JJ/Garcia, Prentiss/Jordan Todd

* Dark Angel: Alec/Max, Ben/Alec, Ben/Max
* Dead Poets Society: Todd/Neil [FILLED]
* Digital Devil Saga: Heat/Serph
* D.N.Angel: Daisuke/Satoshi
* Dr. Dolittle (1967 film): Dr. Dolittle/Emma Fairfax
* Doctor Who: The Doctor/River

* The Fast and the Furious: Brian/Vince, Brian/Jesse
* Final Fantasy IV: Cecil/Rosa
* Final Fantasy VII: Cloud/Reno, Angeal/Cloud, Zack/Aeris, Zack/Cloud
* Final Fantasy VIII: Squall/Seifer, Squall/Rinoa
* Final Fantasy X/X-2: Rikku/Paine
* Final Fantasy XII: Basch/Vossler, Fran/Penelo [FILLED]
* Final Fantasy XIII: Fang/Vanille
* Fringe: Olivia/Astrid
* Frisky Dingo: Killface/"Barnaby Jones"
* Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood: (Royai) Roy Mustang/Riza Hawkeye [FILLED], Greed #1/Ed
* Fullmetal Alchemist: Lanfan/Ling [FILLED], Ling/Ed

* Generation Kill: Brad Colbert/Nate Fick
* Glee: Finn/Kurt [FILLED]
* The Good Wife: Alicia Florrick/Kalinda Sharma
* Gundam Wing: Heero/Duo, Trowa/Quatre

* Harry Potter: Dumbledore/Grindelwald [FILLED], Harry/Ron [FILLED], Hermione/Ginny [FILLED], Percy/Oliver [FILLED], Ginny/Luna
* House: House/Wilson
* How To Train Your Dragon: Ruffnut/anybody

* Iron Man: Tony/Jarvis [FILLED]

* Jane Austen (Persuasion): Anne Elliot/Captain Frederick Wentworth
* Jeeves and Wooster: Jeeves/Wooster [FILLED]

* Kamikaze Girls: Momoko/Ichigo
* Katekyo Hitman Reborn: G./Giotto
* Kingdom Hearts: Leon/Cloud, Leon/Axel, Cloud/Hades, Leon/Sora, Sora/Cloud, Riku/Sephiroth, Roxas/Sora
* Krabat: Krabat/Tonda
* Kyou Kara Maou: Shouri/Conrad

* The Last Remnant: David Nassau/Rush Sykes [FILLED]
* Legend of the Seeker: Cara/Dahlia
* Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess: Ganondorf/Zelda
* Leverage: Hardison/Parker
* Liar Game: Anyone/Nao
* Loveless: Shioiri Yayoi/Hawatari Yuiko

* Magic Knight Rayearth: Fuu/Ferio [FILLED], Clef/Presea
* Mario RPGs: Bowser/Peach [FILLED]
* Merlin: Merlin/Arthur

* NCIS: Tony DiNozzo/Tim McGee
* No Rest for the Wicked: November/Red [FILLED]
* Numb3rs: Charlie/Larry
* Nurse Jackie: Jackie/Eleanor

* Petshop of Horrors: Count D/Leon

* Ravenous: Ives/Boyd
* Red Dwarf: David Lister/Arnold Rimmer
* Robin Hood (BBC): Robin/Much
* Rurouni Kenshin: Saitou/Battousai

* Sailor Moon: Haruka/Michiru, Seiya/Usagi, Kunzite/Zoisite
* Sanctuary: Kate/Will
* The Sarah Jane Adventures: Clyde/Rani, Clyde/Luke
* Sherlock Holmes: Holmes/Watson
* Smallville: Clark/Oliver
* Stargate Atlantis RPS: Joe Flanigan/David Hewlett
* Stargate SG-1: Jack/Daniel [FILLED], Carter/Mitchell, Mitchell/Teal'c
* Star Ocean 1 (First Departure): Ronyx/Millie
* Star Ocean 2 (Second Story or Second Evolution): Dias Flac/Ashton Anchors
* Star Ocean 4 (The Last Hope): Crowe/Edge [FILLED], Crowe/Myuria [FILLED]
* Star Trek: Kirk/Spock [FILLED], Young Spock/young Kirk, Spock/Uhura [FILLED], James T. Kirk/Hikaru Sulu [FILLED], Jim Kirk/Nyota Uhura
* Star Trek- ENT: Archer/Tucker [FILLED]
* Star Trek RPS: Zachary Quinto/Chris Pine
* Star Wars: Han/Leia, Anakin/Padme
* Suikoden V: Ferid/Arshtat, Suikoden Tierkreis: Asad/Chrodechild
* Supernatural: Lucifer/Castiel [FILLED], Sam/Jess, Sam/Dean, Dean/Cassie, Gabriel/Castiel, Dean/Castiel, Sam/Gabriel, Ellen/Bill, Mary/John, Karen/Bobby, Mary/Jess
* Supernatural RPS: Jared/Jensen, Jared/Misha, Misha/Mark, Jared/Sandy, Jensen/Daneel, Jared/Genevieve, Sandy/Daneel

* Tales of the Abyss: Van/Tear [FILLED], Van/Luke [FILLED],
* Tales of Vesperia: Flynn/Yuri
* Tales of Symphonia: Colette/Zelos
* G1 Transformers: Starscream/Skyfire [FILLED]
* Tin Man: Azkadellia/DG
* True Blood: Eric/Godric, Eric/Sookie
* Twin Peaks: Cooper/Rosenfield, Rosenfield/Truman

* The The Vampire Diaries: Elena/Damon
* Velvet Goldmine: Curt/Arthur [FILLED] [FILLED]

* William Shakespeare (Romeo and Juliet): Tybalt/Lady Capulet
* White Collar: Neal/Peter

* X-Factor (Marvel Comics): Rictor/Jamie
* X-Files: Mulder/Scully [FILLED], Krycek/Marita
* XXXHolic: Doumeki/Watanuki
* Yami no Matsuei: Tsuzuki/Touda

Edit: 2010/06/09: The Masterlist of Prompts will now no longer be updated. Fandom tags are added for filled prompts.

However, feel free to still post fills for open requests.

(Anonymous) 2010-05-09 11:17 am (UTC)(link)
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Pairing: Hotch/Reid
traxits: A close up of Reno, from FF7: Advent Children Complete. (CM Hotch)

[Filled] Yielding, PG-13, 870 words.

[personal profile] traxits 2010-05-11 12:22 am (UTC)(link)

Author's Notes: Set during the ride back to Quantico after interviewing Chester Hardwick in season 3, episode 14: Damaged.


The very first time, it was an accident. Hotch had been leaning over Reid to look at a file, Reid had looked up at him, and Hotch, possessed by the same impulse that had driven him to try out for the Pirates of Penzance in college (worst fourth pirate in history, but it caught Haley's attention), had dropped a soft kiss to Dr. Spencer Reid's forehead. Reid recovered first, blushing softly and quickly redirecting Hotch's attention to some detail in their case. Both of them, Hotch was certain, had never been more grateful for the fact that they were staying late, alone, in the office that night. No one had seen it.

That had been shortly before the divorce, before Gideon had left, before everything had changed. Gideon's disappearance had shaken Reid to the core, and Hotch was doing little more than going through the motions as he sorted out his own issues. Everything had finally culminated in the Chester Hardwick interview though. Reid had backed away as far as he dared, even as Hotch had encouraged the posturing, desperate for some sort of confrontation, some way to blow off the stress of Haley's constant pressuring.

Then Reid had opened his mouth, and it really dawned on Supervisory Special Agent Aaron Hotchner that he was risking not only his own life, but Reid's. Something cold washed over him, made him grip the tie he'd snatched off earlier so tightly that his knuckles hurt. He had no right to place someone as sensitive as Reid in that position. He was supposed to protect Reid, to keep him as far removed from the physical dangers of their job as was possible.

The bitter taste had only become more prominent when Reid confessed quietly in the car, "I find I do some of my best work under intense terror." He grinned slightly, trying to laugh it off, trying to hide how much he was shaking as he shuffled the papers around, tucking them back into the proper folders.

Hotch gripped the steering wheel a little more tightly, apologized, and finally made the decision to admit the real reason for his stress. "So, Haley wants me to sign the divorce papers uncontested so nobody wastes money on lawyers." He didn't have to tell Reid, didn't have to open this topic. He shot a very quick glance over at the other profiler.

Reid swallowed, carefully looked away, and asked in a neutral tone, "You don't want to?"

"What I want, I'm not going to go get," Hotch replied, looking straight ahead at the road. He was avoiding the question, not sure of the answer himself. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Reid nod. The young doctor was probably trying to figure out what to say, what Hotch might be leading up to. Reid didn't know that Hotch had antagonized Haley the same way he had Chester Hardwick. He had pressed and pressed, at first without realizing what he was doing, and then with the grim determination of a man who had already lost everything. He didn't want Haley any more (the spark in their marriage had died the moment he admitted that his team needed him), but he did want Jack.

He pulled over at the first diner they saw, parked in the far corner of the small lot, and sighed. Reid fidgeted for a minute, then finally reached out a hand and touched one of his arms. "Hotch..."

"It's..." Hotch swallowed, keeping his hands on the steering wheel. He was going to break in front of a member of his team, in front of someone that he'd sworn to keep at arm's length. "I'm fine." That hand on his arm squeezed just a little, and Hotch glanced over toward Reid when he heard the seat belt unbuckling. The young doctor leaned over, closing the space between them. Hotch had enough time to stop him; he knew what was coming. And so help him, he didn't move, scarcely breathed. The featherlight touch of Reid's lips against his own was sweeter than he expected. Did this make it their first kiss, or were they supposed to count Hotch's earlier indiscretion?

For just a heartbeat, he was perfectly still, his hands squeezing the steering wheel a fraction more, then he yielded. He let the car go, reached up and buried his fingers in that soft hair, scratching at Reid's scalp very lightly with the tips of his fingers. Hotch was demanding-- he always had been-- as he pulled Reid closer, as he deepened the kiss. Reid made a very soft noise into his mouth but didn't struggle, didn't fight. He yielded, soft and pliant under Hotch's mouth, one of his hands sliding up Hotch's arm to touch his shoulder, the other fumbling for the seat belt, even as Hotch coaxed him closer. The moment waxed to full, stretched a little more, then slowly waned as they pulled away, Hotch carefully beginning to disentangle himself from his subordinate.

Reid must have sensed that there was more to Hotch's movements than just repositioning, because he leaned forward a little, touched his forehead to Hotch's as he whispered softly, his voice shaking, "Don't even try to tell me that this won't happen again." His eyes lifted from Hotch's lips to lock gazes. "I want this, Aaron."

(Anonymous) 2010-05-09 11:18 am (UTC)(link)
Fandom: Sherlock Holmes
Pairing: Holmes/Watson
hasi: (coffee)


[personal profile] hasi 2010-05-09 11:19 am (UTC)(link)
Fandom: Merlin
Pairing: Merlin/Arthur

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(Anonymous) 2010-05-12 11:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Sorry - it got a bit long!

Merlin heard the creak of the side gate and ignored it. He’d ignored the doorbell too, and the knocking, and his phone, blasting out ‘You’re So Vain’ for the whole street to hear from somewhere upstairs. Merlin was quite happy where he was, if happy meant pleasantly drunk and not thinking about Arthur. Somewhere behind his head, he heard the gate swing shut, followed by the scuff of trainers on paving stone and he didn’t even have to look to guess who it would be. Only one person would be brazen enough to let themselves into his back garden without so much as a by your leave. But that didn’t mean he had to do anything about it. So he squinted one eye closed instead, and watched the single fluffy white cloud move from one side to the other in the endless blue sky. He wondered if he could make it do a dance, left squint, then right, then left—


Damn. The cloud was gone and there was an upside down Arthur instead, frowning down at him, casting his long shadow across Merlin where he lay sprawled on scratchy grass. Merlin frowned back, exaggerated, like his mum used to do when he went into a sulk.

“Arthur,” he said, in a silly voice, and then let his arm flop to one side, pushing against Arthur’s leg without much force. “Move.”

“Are you drunk?” Arthur sounded scandalised – which Merlin found stupidly funny, because wasn’t it usually him dragging Arthur’s drunken arse back to his house and dumping him on the camp bed to sleep it off? So he just grinned back, and let his arm rest where it was against Arthur’s leg, feeling heavy and sleepy and a bit like he was watching someone’s else’s life on telly, and Arthur wasn’t really there. Arthur sighed, “You are, aren’t you? And on cider,” he pulled a face. “If you’re sick, I’m not cleaning it up.”

Merlin found that rather funny too, and after a moment Arthur just rolled his eyes at him and then dropped down next to Merlin, leaning back onto his elbows and looking up at Merlin’s cloud. He felt good like that, Merlin thought hazily, all close and... Arthury, his forearm pressed against Merlin’s. Wait, was Arthury a word?

“Is Arthury a word?” Merlin said out loud, and Arthur turned to look at him like he’d grown another head. Which would be useful, since if he had he could leave one head to listen to Arthur telling him what he was about to tell him, and the other head could probably make the cloud above them dance to the Macarena through judicious squinting.

After staring at him a while longer, Arthur seemed to decide that wasn’t worth answering and instead said, “Don’t you want to hear how it went with Sophia?”

And that was the thing see, ‘cause normally Merlin would say yes, of course he did. Normally he would nod along and let Arthur tell him all about Sophia, or Elaine, or bloody Leon (and that was just unfair). But today the sun was out, and the alcohol was warm in Merlin’s stomach, and he didn’t want to hear about her, so he just said, “No, thank you,” and closed his eyes and tried to pretend that what he could smell was just cut grass and his mum’s roses and not Arthur’s skin. He actually thought he’d gotten away with it, until he heard a rustle of movement and reluctantly prised open one eye to see Arthur looking at him strangely.

“No, thank you?”

Merlin sighed, and wished he’d remembered to lock the side gate. Except he didn’t wish that, not really. “No,” he enunciated slowly, “I don’t want to hear about Sophia. I want to lie here and watch my cloud, and not talk to you.”

Considering Merlin always listened to Arthur’s stupid stories, he didn’t think Arthur had any reason to look so hurt about it.

“Why don’t you want to talk to me?” Arthur’s voice was doing The Thing it always did when he was worried and trying not to show it. Clearly he was going to make this difficult, when he could be fetching Merlin a glass of water instead, and maybe an ice lolly from the freezer.

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Please someone write this!

(Anonymous) 2010-05-09 11:21 am (UTC)(link)
Fandom: Jane Austen (Persuasion)
Pairing: Anne Elliot/Captain Frederick Wentworth
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[personal profile] hellkitty 2010-05-09 11:38 am (UTC)(link)
Oh god I'm not really in this fandom and I don't want to start shipwar wank but....

Avatar the Last Airbender: Zuko/Katara?

*runs and hides*
dancing_serpent: (Avatar - Zuko - Dancing Dragon)

Lt. Jee/Zuko

[personal profile] dancing_serpent 2010-05-09 11:50 am (UTC)(link)
Fandom: Avatar: The Last Airbender
Pairing: Lt. Jee/Zuko
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(Anonymous) 2010-05-09 12:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Dead Poets Society
sharpest_asp: Nate Ford sitting on a bench, Sophie Devereaux resting against his lap (Default)

Fill -- Drabble

[personal profile] sharpest_asp 2010-05-10 05:59 pm (UTC)(link)
It was the briefest flutter of lips on his, as his eyes remained closed, but Todd knew in his soul that never would a kiss be meant with more truth than this one. They were confederates, seeking strength in one another, finding hope and vigor in each other to survive what life demanded.

Todd opened his eyes at last, to see Neil looking at him, that worry of trespass haunting those solemn eyes, and Todd gave him a shy smile, a silent reassurance. This was the first, but it would not be the last, as time went on, Todd vowed.

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Velvet Goldmine

(Anonymous) 2010-05-09 12:02 pm (UTC)(link)
Fandom: Velvet Goldmine
Pairing: Curt/Arthur
pendency: dog (Default)

Fill: Stars in Your Pocket Like You Picked Them Up and Put Them There

[personal profile] pendency 2010-05-10 02:45 pm (UTC)(link)
You wear the air of the sexually approachable without ever realising that it means you will be approached. Curt looks at you. You look at him, and your eyes hold. Oh child, oh young one, the birds of your youthful dawning have long since chirped their last, the clouds of your discontent yet to brew their storm. This is your day, and it is not a day for thrift-shop trousers no matter how shiny they seem under starlight.

Whatever Curt sees in your eyes, it is enough that he wants to climb out of the darkness behind his own and into yours; that is what your eyes say, come to me, come on me, come on, come on. His fingers are between your waistband and your skin. His gaze is dark as wine, his hair is a veil; he reeks of a smoke-bound frontier that you could never cross before, of burning all bridges, of leather and lust. He might be Curt Wilde, but he does not want to be Curt Wilde tonight, and you're an obliging lad; he can be nothing more than your first given kiss, tender and fumbling and desperate.

His touch could have hurt you, if you had cared to be hurt.

You smile against his cheek, you laugh into his mouth; thin-lipped, you are - and that's got to feel strange for Curt, you're not like what he's used to kissing, that lipstick-stained lushness. You're cheeky, no gamin or androgyne or witful wordy creature descended from some gods and monsters; you're a lad with sparkle in your eyes and all through your hair because you put it there, and Curt's rough, and you tumble, and you're laughing for the bruises, the both of you.

Without a glam-and-clash spotlight, you discover nevertheless how to hold your audience's attention. Bow, Arthur Stuart, and flourish your non-existent triumph of rouge and velvet. On this rooftop, you will wield your sexuality like a sparkling sword, lad, you'll laugh as you slice each coming stone, every word that ever wounded or confused, into dust! - glittering stars! - into shimmering glass shards that spray champagne into the air, this is a celebration! Homosexuality, bisexuality, you don't give a damn what they're going to call you, and you're so proud of you. Arthur Stuart is not like that: you lick your sexuality from Curt Wilde's impossible lips and you, Arthur Stuart, find you needs no more word than that right now, sexuality, no unnecessary prefix or poetry required.

After, you are lying on your back, singing a song that isn't one of Brian's, kicking your heels. Curt listens. An eyelash curls on his cheek, a shooting star up above; such a waste, where there is no immediate need for wishes.

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(Anonymous) 2010-05-09 12:03 pm (UTC)(link)
The Good Wife
Alicia Florrick/Kalinda Sharma

um...this might be a bit weird...

(Anonymous) 2010-05-09 12:09 pm (UTC)(link)
FAndom: Embers by Vathara (Avatar: the last Airbender fanfiction)
Pairing: Shirong/Zuko

*cough* Yeah, I want fanfiction of someone else's fanfiction. I know that story has quite a few followers, so...pretty please?

[personal profile] ssquirrel_fic 2010-05-09 12:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Fandom: Jeeves and Wooster
Pairing: Jeeves/Wooster :)
lemposoi: from the cover of Tall  Dark Westmoreland (mystery and romance)

Fill: One Mad Moment

[personal profile] lemposoi 2010-05-10 08:12 am (UTC)(link)
There comes a time in a chap's life when a chap feels so deeply immersed in the soup as to see no possible way to emerge that would seem preferable to quiet extinction. I mean to say, there are those times that go beyond trying and into the realms of Greek tragedy, and if one doesn't end up with eyes torn out or chained to a cliff somewhere while crows make a luncheon of one's liver, one can count oneself lucky.

I have for some years now been blessed by the existence of a shining knight to my damsel in distress. You've likely heard me sing the praises of Jeeves before. Jeeves is my man-servant, a modern Prometheus, a man of such vast intellect as to humble the greatest thinkers of our time. If it hadn't been for Jeeves I would by now be a wreck of a man, chained to some unlucky girl chosen by my Junian Aunt Agatha, pining my days away in the country and, no doubt, writing my memoirs, like a man whose best days are behind him - that is, if I wasn't locked up in prison or even a madhouse.

With stalwart Jeeves by my side, you would think there was no predicament which should daunt me, but one day I found myself facing the terrifying prospect of losing Jeeves. If that isn't the soupiest of soups, then I confess I don't know soup from an Austrian thoroughbred.

I had just escaped marriage, prison and madhouse, all, thanks to this wonder of nature, this noble-browed creature, in an adventure I won't go into now, save to mention it involved missing pearls, three cockerspaniels, a cockatoo and a millionaire's daughter. Suffice it to say Jeeves had worked another miracle at the very last moment, and I was shaken to the core. When a chap is fully prepared to accept the worst that Fate can throw at him, and a hand suddenly snatches him away from Fate's jaws, a chap gets a curious woozy feeling. I felt dizzy. I felt awash with awe. My knees felt weak, and one thing leading to another I found myself quite suddenly with my arms, and I regret to say legs as well, around my man Jeeves.

Now, Woosters are not your average rakes. Nothing could be further from the truth, despite whatever rumours may have been circulating. Nowhere in the Code of the Woosters does it say that getting familiar with the help is remotely acceptable. These sudden passions are not the Wooster way. Stiff upper lip, proud English carriage and dignity at all times are more like it. However I may cling to these principles in general, they were washed away in one mad moment of gratitude and affection.

You may remember I alluded to a certain terrifying prospect. As my senses returned to me and I found myself wrapped around my rather frozen servitor, mouth, I regret to say, to mouth, reality returned to me like a shower of ice-cold water such as are recommended by progressive health experts and never by members of the Drones' Club. It occurred to me that to release my hold would likely mean to lose my prince forever, so I clung on tighter, prolonging the coming anguish.

Imagine my surprise when Jeeves, that immoveable mountain, that fortress of propriety, instead of breaking off our indiscreet connection, wrapped his arms around me, moving his mouth on mine. If my knees had been weak before, they were now positively gelatinous.

Jeeves had rescued me once again.

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[personal profile] ai 2010-05-09 12:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood
Pairing: (Royai) Roy Mustang/Riza Hawkeye.

There's plenty of fic of these two but I'm having trouble finding 'firsts' for them, so it'd make me super happy. :'D
birgitriddle: (FMA - Roy in the Rain)

FILLED - Quiet

[personal profile] birgitriddle 2010-05-09 02:38 pm (UTC)(link)
This is my first time writing Roy/Riza, but I've been a fan of the pairing and have been wanting to write it for some time anyways. So I hope you like this.


Riza, ever since her mother died, had only her father. She spent hours doing housework while her father became a man possessed with his work and as a result, she became rather lonely. When she had the time, reading became her main past time since she had no friends and never left the house in case her father wanted her for something. It was an existence she loathed and she often found herself resenting her father for not even paying attention to her unless he wanted something.

Then a boy named Roy Mustang came to visit her father who asked to be taught Alchemy. After several days of argument between this brash young man and her father, he was finally allowed to learn from him. So it came to be that Roy lived in the same household as Riza and her father while he was apprenticed to her father.

Riza was a little wary of this new person in her life, who she first resented as well since he got more attention from her father than she did. She had no aptitude for alchemy and it made her feel even lonelier because she could not please her father in the same way that Roy did. Yet there was something different about the young man. He brought more life into her own existence since her father was still prone to his solitary moments where he would see no one and would only talk to Roy to give him assignments to read.

It was on one of these days that Roy decided he'd rather spend time with her than with another book. He figured he'd have time to read it later, so he asked if Riza would like to go on a walk with him since the day was so nice outside.

They didn't talk much at first, but Roy started to ask questions about Riza and her life. She stayed silent for a while, saying that there wasn't much to her at all, that she was not very interesting. Roy, however, insisted on knowing more because he would rather know more about the daughter of the man he was learning from. She joked about him wanting to get to know her just because maybe it would get him more in his favor.

It was then Roy's turn to be silent. Finally, he spoke when they stopped by a riverbank that Riza said was a nice place to sit and enjoy the view. What he said was that he didn't want to know her to get into the good graces of her father, but because she intrigued him. He never knew a girl like Riza, who was always quiet and serious. Roy paused again and looked away before speaking. He said that he was somewhat attracted to her because she wasn't always talking and gossiping like most girls. He also thought she was pretty.

Riza looked down and blushed, not knowing what to say in return. An awkward silence hung between them before Roy turned to Riza and quickly kissed her on the cheek. He was also blushing when he did so and because of that Riza didn't slap him on the face, though at first she was sorely tempted to.

It was this memory, however long ago it was, that Riza kept close to her heart. Yes, her relationship with him never went beyond that one awkward kiss, but she hoped someday that once all of this way over, he'd once again kiss her, this time on the lips. But first, she needed to help him see through to his goal and romance would only distract the both of them.
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How about... some Star Trek RPS?
Fandom: Star Trek RPS
Pairing: Zachary Quinto/Chris Pine

(Anonymous) 2010-05-09 12:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Criminal Minds, Reid/Morgan

Pretty please with chocolate on top?
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FILLED - Together We're Not So Bad

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The car's quiet. It's late, the city's about as mellow as he city gets, and Derek's just sort of listening to the sound of air and water whooshing against the front and sides of the SUV while Reid dozes in the passenger seat. In the back, Prentiss lies across the seats, asleep as well. Derek's no less tired, but Reid's concussed and Prentiss hasn't been sleeping well since they took this case.

He switched on the radio earlier but it was mostly static, and the one radio station he got was too up-tempo for the mood he's been in. Now he just doesn't want to wake the others up. They're almost there, anyway -- left at this traffic light and down the road to the hotel. He'll have to wake them up then.

When Derek pulls into the hotel parking lot, though, he just sits there for a moment as the car's engine cools down. Then, with a sigh, he opens the door and climbs out, opens the driver-side back door and shakes Prentiss awake. "We're here," he tells her, quietly, and she nods and rubs at her face with the heel of one hand.

"Need a hand with Reid?" she mumbles.

If she weren't Derek shakes his head. "Nah, I got it."

He walks around to the other side of the car and knocks on the window; Reid looks up and blinks at him a few times. Derek opens the door and says, "Time to go inside," and then for a moment things get weird.

It happens like this: Derek reaches forward to help Reid out of the car, Reid unexpectedly jerks forward like he's just realised he needs to move, their faces collide, and Reid's mouth drags against Derek's before they both pull back in surprise.

"I'm sorry!" Reid's turning bright, bright red. Some other time Derek might have taken the opportunity to tease him, might have had to tease him to make it okay, but it's late, they're tired, Reid's concussed, and they're good enough friends that this isn't gonna faze Derek. He braces himself for a flashback but it doesn't come, and he's still got a hand on Reid's arm but it's companionable, not threatening at all.

He says, "It's fine, Reid," and backs up so Reid can carefully pull himself out of the car. When he stumbles, Derek's there with an arm around his shoulders for support, and they walk up to the hotel, and that's just about all there is to that.
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[personal profile] sharpest_asp 2010-05-10 06:50 pm (UTC)(link)
The party might not have been the best way to celebrate being suspended from school, Jonathan considered inwardly.

"Hey, you're kind of cute," Trip said, grinning up at his best friend.

"And you are very drunk or high or infected with alien spores or something," Jonathan told him in turn, struggling to help him into the room they had rented earlier in the day for this party's aftermath.

"Nah." Trip raised his hand in front of his eyes. "Can still count my fingers."

"You sure about that, Trip?"

Jonathan got him in and onto the bed closest to the door, unbalanced enough with his own alcohol intake. He hadn't expected an attack of the octopus hand syndrome, as Trip grabbed the back of his neck, and hauled him down before he could straighten.

The kiss was sloppy, tasted like beer, and left Jonathan Archer thoroughly convinced that this was not happening. When Trip fell back on the pillow with a happy sigh, eyes closed, and this … damn-near cute smile, the other man had to shake his head. "What was that?" he asked in bemusement.

Unfortunately, or not, his best friend and enigma of the moment was passed firmly out.

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Fandom: Sanctuary
Pairing: Kate/Will
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Fandom: Nurse Jackie
Pairing: Jackie/Eleanor
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Fandom: 07-Ghost
Pairing: Frau/Teito

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Fandom: Star Trek
lemposoi: Gillian Anderson in blue. (red hair and blue skin)

Filled: Flirting Wouldn't Work

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Drabble-fill, Spock/Uhura, Reboot-verse.


Uhura hangs back after the lesson, pretending to organize her notes. Spock hovers by the viewscreen, plugging exam results chips into his padd while the class files out.

When they're alone, Uhura stands with shaking legs and makes her way to him.

He looks up.

At the risk, or rather certainty, of being reprimanded for fraternization, she takes the padd from his hand and pushes him up against the desk; takes his head between her hands and kisses those still, soft lips.

He doesn't resist.

It doesn't mean there won't be a reprimand. In just a minute.

God, his tongue.

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Fandom: Generation Kill
Brad Colbert/Nate Fick

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X-Files, Mulder/Scully
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She looks so frail, something he has not equated with her since they first began this little partnership. No matter how small she might physically be, she always manages to project such a strong presence, through stubborn skepticism and force of will.

The tiny lump that presses in on his chest leaves him feeling even more fragile than she looks, though. He never expected to make this mistake twice in his career. Partners aren't supposed to make him this vulnerable.

"Get better," he whispers, leaning in and brushing a kiss against her forehead, before settling into his chair to doze.

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X-Files, Krycek/Marita

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Twin Peaks, Cooper/Rosenfield
st_aurafina: Laura's face captured on video closeup (Twin Peaks: Laura)

Filled: All Things Bright and Beautiful

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Albert is the last person left in the Entomology Lab, a solitary figure in the darkness keeping watch over an incubator.

Dale doesn't need to announce himself; his shoes are new and they squeak on the linoleum. Albert has been mocking him all week. He stands beside Albert, looking down on a glass tank. In the cool air of the lab, the dirt is steaming slightly and Dale wonders what is sleeping under that blanket of earth.

"Lucillia Caesar, the common greenbottle." Albert follows Dale's train of thought easily.

"You know, Albert, they will hatch without your watchful gaze. There's a saying around these parts; the main character is a kettle and it never boils."

"Agent Cooper, Lucillia is the first mourner to call upon a dead body. While our victim lay cooling in the damp grass, the mothers who spawned these pupae were with her. Their next generation cast off their skins again and again over the next week, but did not abandon her. They were carried with her to our labs where it was my responsibility to collect them, measure their pupation period and determine exact time of death. These pupae are time capsules; they connect us to that girl's experience of violence and solitude. I will not stand down." He makes a minute adjustment to the heat lamp warming the tank then speaks again in a low voice. "The cleaning staff are imbeciles. They'd unplug a refrigerator to run a damn floor buffer."

Dale nods. There is peace in Albert's uncompromising dedication; a compassion for the victim that few agents are able to see. Dale turns with a squeal of shoe leather and looks at the illuminated face of his friend.

"Albert, I would like to ask you something."

Albert frowns and looks away from the tank. "Are you asking permission to ask a question? Redundancy is pointless, Agent Cooper."

Albert is right: the question itself is pointless. Dale presses his lips against Albert's. Albert frowns then slides two fingers against Dale's jaw to correctly align their mouths. Behind them, the earth rolls as new life boils forth from death.

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