First Kiss Comment Fic Meme

[noxie]

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:



ETA: MEME NOW CLOSED FOR NEW PROMPTS!
However, feel free to still post fills for open requests.

How it's done:

1) Comment with fandom and pairing:

Fandom:
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)

0-9
* 2 Fast 2 Furious: Brian/Rome [FILLED]
* 07-Ghost: Frau/Teito

A
* 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

B
* 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]

C
* 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

D
* 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

F
* 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

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

H
* 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

I
* Iron Man: Tony/Jarvis [FILLED]

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

K
* 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

L
* 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

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

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

P
* Petshop of Horrors: Count D/Leon

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

S
* 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

T
* 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

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

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

XYZ
* 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.

ETA: MEME NOW CLOSED FOR NEW PROMPTS!
However, feel free to still post fills for open requests.

Comments

[(Anonymous)]

Fandom: G1 Transformers
Pairing: Starscream/Skyfire

FILLED: Skyfire/Starscream

[hellkitty]

Skyfire was taken aback, literally, by Starscream’s reaction. He’d thought…he’d thought the small tetrajet would have been happy for him. These new orders were everything he’d hoped for. Exploration, adventure. Not his project-partner’s kind of adventure, which, to hear him tell of his last off-cycle holiday had involved the lower quadrants of Vos and an overcharge that had left him half-shorted for two whole shift cycles afterwards, but the adventures of science. Discovering new things. Looking at new systems, how they worked, what amazing varieties of life they brought forth.

But instead of looking pleased and excited, Starscream’s mouth had compressed to a tight, lopsided line.

“What’s wrong?” Skyfire asked the smaller mech. “It’s everything I could ever ask for!” He’d been so excited he’d run right into the lab they shared to tell him the news, first.

The mouth compressed tighter, red optics darting away. “I’m happy for you,” Starscream said, grudgingly.

No, you’re not, Skyfire thought. But he couldn’t think why. Unless…. “You’re not jealous, are you? One of your grants will come through and then, well, I’ll be able to say I knew you way back when!” Starscream had so many grants out—it was like he spent whatever offshift time he had when he wasn’t getting overcharged filling out the paperwork. So much ambition, so much drive. These were things Skyfire knew he didn’t have himself, but he admired in his laboratory partner.

“Yes,” Starscream said, flatly. “One day.” He made a show of turning back to the solenoid he was calibrating. “So why would I be jealous?”

I don’t know. The flimsy crumpled in his hand. Skyfire looked at it, perplexed, as if the answer to his problem was written on it. No, it WAS the problem. But why? “I don’t understand,” he said, numbly.

“You’re a scientist; figure it out.” Starscream dropped the pretense of the solenoid, folding his blue forearms over his chassis, the wrench still dangling idly from his fingers.

“You don’t want me to go.”

A look of irritation. “Go! Of course go. Why should I care?” The wrench stopped its lazy swinging, tapping abruptly against his armor.

You care? The question struck Skyfire like a shock to the cortex. Did Starscream actually care? As in…that way? His capacitor stuttered. But Starscream seemed to have no interest in him. Just his grants, just his holidays in perpetual overcharge. There seemed to be no room in there for Skyfire.
It hadn’t struck him, the entire time, that he’d be working alone. That Starscream wouldn’t be there—no more early mornings groaning together about what needed to be done that day, no eager passing of interesting articles or finds to the other in almost nightly databursts. It suddenly seemed unbearable. He’d just…never thought what it meant, too focused on science and achievement to consider the implications.

“I…,” Skyfire began, and then stopped. He had no language for this. Science did not provide the vocabulary for emotions—that was all soft science stuff, malleable, frangible. Skyfire’s world was crisp, with hard, clean, square edges and sharp straight lines. Until now. He let the flimsy drop from his fingers. Starscream’s optics tracked it distractedly, only looking up as Skyfire closed the distance between them and the large white hands closed over his shoulders. “Come with me,” Skyfire breathed. He dropped to his knees, his head a little lower than Starscream’s. “I can alter the grant. Come with me, please?” It was clumsy and awkward and stupid, but the closest he could come to speaking and acknowledging the strange pull of his emotions.

“I will not be your tag-along,” Starscream said, bitterly. “I progress on my own, not on your aft-plating.”

Skyfire was hurt, confused. “I know that. I just want….” Words were failing. Imprecise. Illogical. He hated them for their failure. If only he could communicated what he could barely name himself….

He bent forward suddenly, his mouth bumping awkwardly against Starscream’s. He felt the lip plates rigid at first, but then soften under his. Skyfire had no idea what he was doing, much less why, but the motion of Starscream’s mouth against his set fire to his entire internal sensor array. He shifted his own mouth, felt Starscream’s respond, felt the tetrajet’s smaller hands come up to squeeze at his own broad shoulder plates. He was, Skyfire realized, struggling the same way, finding words and logic completely inadequate.

He pulled away after a lingering brush of his mouth over Starscream’s cheek and audio. “Come with me,” he murmured. “And the next time, I will come with you.” Equity. It was all he could offer as a token to Starscream’s ambition. And more, he realized. That this was something he did not want to see the end of. A friendship grown to something he wanted to never end.
It went against everything he had learned about how Nature worked in science—cold, brutal, callous—sending things spinning in spirals of birth, growth, death. But this…he thought, looking at the red optics that were flickering with emotion. This could defy Nature’s rules. They could.

“Yes,” Starscream said. It was, to Skyfire, the most beautiful and perfect word that ever existed.

[gamera]

Fandom: Suikoden Tierkreis
Pairing: Asad/Chrodechild

[(Anonymous)]

Fandom: 2 Fast 2 Furious
Pairing: Brian/Rome

Filled -- Drabble and a bit (R)

[senmut]

It came out of fucking nowhere, except for all the ways it was just waiting to happen. What they liked, what they wanted hardly entered into Brian's head, and Rome sure as fuck didn't think about until the first time someone called them on how tight they were.

No, that first time, when it happened, it was just the way things were supposed to go, the hammer coming down and letting loose all the octane in their blood. Brian's win, the cold sweat of if they were going to pull it off, and the cruise in the new car they had both put their blood and sweat into all faded to nothing in the moment their mouths came tight in, teeth clinking with inexperience, and then there was nothing but Rome, Rome's body, Rome's hands, and the vinyl of the seat he was pinned to.

[(Anonymous)]

Fandom: Bones
Pairing: Zack/Hodgins

[(Anonymous)]

Fandom: Numb3rs
Pairing: Charlie/Larry

[(Anonymous)]

Fandom: Criminal Minds
Pairing: Morgan/Garcia

[(Anonymous)]

Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Harry/Ron

Filled: Bent

[lemposoi]

No beta in this short notice, and one sorely needed - the following likely has a weird mix of British and American idioms. (I'm neither.) Even so.

---

Harry was sort of spindly and had big lumpy knees. Ron knew he himself was even spindlier and lumpier. Meaning, neither of them was exactly Fleur Delacour. Ron imagined that the two of them making out would probably look like two spiders fighting over a piece of fluff.

Despite all that, here Ron was, with Harry sitting cross-legged on his bed at Hogwarts, shaggy head bent over an issue of Quidditch Weekly, and all Ron wanted to do was pull him over and snog him silly.

It was stupid because Ron was fairly sure that Hermione had a kind of a claim on him and he was also pretty sure he liked her and he was really sure he had had a thing for Fleur Delacour. Sure, 'these are difficult, searching years' and 'a lot of wizards go through a phase'. None of that helped the fact that he, Ron Weasley, wanted to kiss his best friend so bad it almost hurt.

All right, since he was being honest with himself, it wasn't the first time, either. He could remember a dozen cases where he'd looked at the back of Harry's neck and really, really wanted to run a thumb across it. And that was just this year.

It was just that it had kind of hit him recently that people die and he'd always had this feeling that maybe neither of them would survive school--

Harry looked up and saw him staring, and Ron looked away quickly, hiding his eyes behind his bangs. Great. It was going to get awkward now. He'd seen that look in Harry's eye before, that searching look, when he was making his mind up about what was going on inside Ron's head.

Ron pulled his legs up and hugged them to himself, and even through the embarrassment he could still feel the pull. Like touching Harry's skin was something he had to do before the end, even if it was just once.

Mental. Because there was nothing to prove here and he and Harry had a bond that didn't need to get mixed up with 'confusion' and dating and whatever--

"Hey. Um." Harry was no good at words either. "Let's just see what happens, right? No point in worrying." Ron figured he meant about destiny and danger and the future and all that.

Ron nodded and swallowed, desire hot in his belly.

-

It was a black, howling night outside. The windowpane's rattling had never kept Ron awake before, and he suspected that wasn't the problem this time either, because Harry had climbed in beside him some thirty minutes before.

"My corner's too drafty," he'd said, but Ron figured that meant he'd been having nightmares. It had happened before.

It was a big bed. They didn't even need to touch each other to share it, but Harry was wrapped half around Ron, already asleep.

This was how Ron knew that someone up there had it in for him.

Somewhere the clouds shifted and a sliver of moonlight swam across them through a slit in the drapes. Turning his head, Ron could see Harry's eyes were closed. His breathing was deep, and his arm across Ron's chest was heavy.

He just needed to get it out of his system. Right?

Ron realized that what he was about to do was both creepy and pathetic, but he didn't know what massively stupid thing he might do instead if he didn't - get it out of his system. That was all this was.

He shifted carefully, turning to face Harry. Harry didn't stir, but his arm flopped down, encircling Ron. Their noses were nearly touching. Their lips were an inch apart.

Heart racing, Ron closed the distance between them.

Harry's arm tightened around him.

Ron would have freaked out, except Harry was kissing him and he must have been awake all the time and oh my stars it was sweet. It shouldn't have been, with their teeth and noses getting in the way, but somehow all their lumps fitted together and it just felt right.

Ron kept his eyes shut as Harry pulled away. His heart was hammering against his chest.

"You're totally bent, you know that?" Harry said. "I was asleep."

"Sod off." Ron grinned back. "No you weren't."

"You started it, though."

"Sure I did. How's that draft, Harry?"

"A little louder, Ron. I don't think you woke Dean yet."

They made out some more, Harry's skin and lips and a warm thin frame against Ron, easy as a dream. When eventually they rolled over to sleep, Ron may have had something like a stupid grin on his face.

Point was, they were all right. That's all he'd needed to know.

[iambickilometer]

unpopular pairing go?

Fandom: X-Factor (Marvel Comics)
Pairing: Rictor/Jamie

Filled (Because Your Kiss Is (On My List)

[karrenia_rune]

"Because Your Kiss Is (On My List)

It had become not so much as a game as a kind of odd ritual, they would go to the bar, order a few rounds and proceed to talk about everything and anything unrelated to the present case at hand.


Rictor, even though several months had passed, still felt a twinge of ambivalence about the whole nearly walk off the edge of a roof thing; while Jamie had assured him that it while his dupe had been well-intentioned; it had not been His' (His being Jamie Prime's idea to to shove Rictor off the edge).

The entire episode had seemed to pass in a big gray blur; had he taken the final step on his own or was he pushed? And at this point, did it really matter? He definitely recalled Rahne, who had stood on the street below with a bullhorn exhorting him about the consquences of suicide.

In the back of his mind, Rictor thought, "Now, that was definitely something else."

Rictor was grateful to be alive, but there were times that the heavy, weighty, stony feeling of sheer blahness sometimes threatened to overwhelm him. But not now, not right now. Jamie Maddrox was capable of coming up with some pretty peculiar and let's face it, asinine plans, but at least he had plans and not just the kind that involved a case or the entire team.

Jamie, for his part, set down his half-full glass on the table and leant over at the waist.

"What the hell are you doing, man?" demanded Rictor.

"You'll see," Maddrox replied and before he could think better of it or if he even wanted to, and leaning into the action thinking even as he did so, "If you're gonna do this Maddrox might as well go for the gusto," and then grabbing the other man's shoulder bent and planted a wet, lingering kiss
on Rictor's lips, before releasing him.

The look on Rictor's face was priceless; belatedly Jamie wondered if he could have done this sober but let the thought pass.

Rictor had only been listening to Maddrox chatter and then wave over the waitress to order another round when something the other man now said caused him to splutter and the liquor in his glass to splatter all over
his face and onto the front of his shirt.

Asking another question he had been wondering about for quite a while now,
"So do you think Shatterstar will be jealous?

Rictor gulped and his face mottled with mingled anger and frustration. "What the hell did you do that for? And what's that got to do with anything?"

Jamie shrugged. "To answer your last question, "Cause, I figured that maybe he might be, and I figured, you know, that you and he, were, what do they call it these days. Oh right, an item.

"Whether or not we're.. Oh what the hell? "You're insane, do you know that?"

Jamie nodded slowly. "Quite possible, quite possible. And to answer your other question. "Well, in all honesty, I guess, I did it because like the song says, 'your kiss, your kiss, was on my list.'"

"It's official," Rictor sighed. "The stellar light of the firm has gone stark, raving mad."

Jamie grinned. "Drink up. The next's round on me."

[nan]

Fandom: Gundam Wing
Pairing: Heero/Duo

[birgitriddle]

Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Pairing: Squall/Seifer

[birgitriddle]

Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Pairing: Squall/Rinoa

Filled - "Delicate" (FF8, Rinoa/Squall)

[traxits]

The wind was light, blowing past his shoulders and through his hair as he turned to look at her. She smiled, the expression lighting her entire face, lips eyes and scrunching up her nose just a little. Just enough that he wanted to reach out and touch the tip of it, and when she turned to face him, he reached for her,. Her wrist was slender in his hand, so narrow that he felt as though too much pressure would snap it like glass, but this was the same wrist that she had used to fling spells across the battlefield, to direct Angelo's vicious attacks, to fire off the Angel Wing into enemy after enemy. This wrist was capable of far more that first appearance suggested.

He pulled her to him, his other hand cradling her waist, his fingers brushing down the seam of her blue duster, over her hip. She melted against him, all warmth and silk and perfect, as though she'd been made for him. His hand moved from her wrist to interlace their fingers, and she was the one who stood slightly on her toes, lifting herself up to him. She licked her bottom lip, the slightest flash of a pink tongue, and then he couldn't stand it a moment longer.

Their lips brushed, and Squall forgot about the party, about Zell and Selphie and former Headmaster Cid and even Edea. All that he could think of was Rinoa, molded so tightly against him, one hand in his, her other on his shoulder. Her fingers were trailing up the back of his neck, into his hair, and she tilted her head against him, her lips parting, the kiss deepening. He was out of his depth; he always had been when it came to her, but for once, it didn't bother him. He trusted her; he knew her.

She had been the one to find him, the one to touch him and bring him back. Now, as they slowly drew apart, he knew what he'd been running from. She knew him, knew him in ways that no one else ever could. And for once, it wasn't such a scary thought.

[(Anonymous)]

Fandom: Final Fantasy XII
Pairing: Basch/Vossler

[cypher]

Fandom: Digital Devil Saga
Pairing: Heat/Serph

[(Anonymous)]

Fandom: A Bit of Fry and Laurie
Pairing: Tony/Control

FILLED: One More Thing

[lemposoi]

Note: AWESOME PROMPT.

-

"Is there anything else I could do for you, Control? Anything at all?"

"No, indeed, Tony, you have been the very picture of thoughtfulness. The way those reports from the Russians were folded was some of the neatest work I have seen in my entire career."

"Control, you will make me blush!"

"No, indeed, I am most grateful to you for your work all these years, most grateful. Er... Tony?"

"Yes, Control?"

"There is one thing that I still have in mind."

"Oh?"

"It's only a little thing."

"I know. You would like me to order another coffee for you? It would be no trouble, I assure you."

"No, no, not at all, Tony. It is just that... Goodness, this is embarrassing."

"Go ahead, Control. You know you can tell me anything."

"As long as it's not classified, ha ha!"

"Ha ha, Control. Just as you say."

"Ha, ha. Yes. Well. The thing is, Tony - how long have we been working together now?"

"Fourteen years this June, I believe, Control."

"Goodness. Indeed. Fourteen years. I'm afraid, Tony, that in those fourteen years I have fallen quite helplessly in love with you."

"Really, Control?"

"Yes, Tony. It is quite embarrassing."

"Not at all, Control. I am honoured. I feel quite moved, actually. You see, I have also fallen in love with you."

"You don't say?"

"I have, Control. It is the thought of your pleasant smile that gets me out of bed every morning."

"Goodness, Tony. Such passion. And it isn't even teatime yet."

"Control?"

"Yes, Tony?"

"Would you mind if I kissed you?"

"Tony. I thought you'd never ask."

[birgitriddle]

Fandom: Gundam Wing
Pairing: Trowa/Quatre

[nan]

Warning: Implied past child abuse in this piece!

...

The first time Quatre tried, the first time he came close and pursed his lips and reached out, Trowa didn't see him. Instead of wide eyes and a soft mouth, he saw grasping hands and snarled smiles. He had panicked and shoved Quatre away.

Later, Quatre came to him, shamefaced, miserable, and apologized profusely. He'd misunderstood and Trowa need not worry - he would never touch him again.

And he didn't.

Trowa saw when the thought came over Quatre. Sometimes, when they were planning a mission or waiting for orders or simply being, Quatre would pause and look at him and Trowa would stare back, face impassive - inside he would be fearful, be angry, be hopeful. And then Quatre would blink and a wistful little smile would fall over his lips and he would continue on as if the moment never happened. As if he never wanted.

But Trowa did. He wanted, despite everything, to feel Quatre's lips, to feel his hands, to feel his heart.



Sitting on the edge of the bed, elbows resting on his knees, Trowa watched. Quatre was sleeping - his eyes moved under his eyelids, his mouth opened to noiseless puffs of air. To allow Trowa so close without waking; he must be exhausted. Trowa's gaze was heavy as he stared, and he reached out to touch Quatre's cheek. The caress was rough, unpracticed, and Quatre moved under it's weight, turning his face away. Trowa pulled back, eyes narrowing. He stood and knelt over Quatre, hands gently pulling Quatre's wrists over his head, pinning them against the bedding.

Trowa sighed, sounding nearly lovesick; he was trembling, he realized. Closing his eyes, he leaned down and touched his lips against Quatre's - petal soft at first before pressing harder.

He knew the moment Quatre woke up. The lips under his tightened and the wrists under his hands twisted, struggling free. Trowa transferred both of Quatre's wrists to one hand to cup his jaw, thumb stroking Quatre's cheekbone, pulling away just enough to press a 'shhh' against his mouth. Quatre murmured Trowa's name and calmed, tilting his head to deepen their kiss.

After a moment, Trowa pulled back, resting his forehead against Quatre's. A tiny, imperceptible smile played over his lips and Quatre answered it with a wider, softer smile. Trowa loosened his grip on Quatre's wrists. Bringing his arms down, Quatre slowly, cautiously looped them around Trowa's shoulders, careful not to curl his fingers or hold too tightly.

Trowa ran his fingers carefully over Quatre's face before lying down beside him on the bed, pressing his face against Quatre's hair. He realized suddenly that for the first time in a long time, he was happy.

[lunarwolfik]

Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Gabriel/Castiel

FILLED - Educating Angels

[mystiri_1]

Gabriel had long since written off most of his 'brothers' as a waste of time, but he has to admit, Castiel shows promise. He's still a bit too rigid in some things, despite rebelling and all that came with it, and he's stubborn, but he's also curious.

He can work with that.

And the part of him that is still very much a Trickster thinks teaching Castiel about humanity - most of it even true - is very amusing.

"Look, those little staring contests you have with Dean aside, humans just don't do the whole communion thing. They don't have any grace to mingle. You're not going to actually achieve anything by standing too close and staring meaningfully into his eyes, because humans don't work that way." Although it was always fun to watch, because Dean got so flustered.

"I know," Castiel replied. "Dean says that I have to respect his personal space. He said I should imagine a bubble, and stay outside of it." The look of confusion that accompanies this statement makes Gabriel snicker.

"Yeah, don't pop Dean's bubble," he laughs. Castiel gives him a Look, the kind that comes with a capital letter, and he sobers up a little. "I'm just saying, humans have different ways of expressing closeness and affection."

"I should call him names."

"That's a Sam-and-Dean thing, and not exactly typical. Let's face it, the Winchesters are kind of messed up when it comes to expressing their feelings. But if you stick to some of the more... normal human interactions, they'll get the point."

"Like what?"

"Well... smiling. When you're happy to see someone, you smile. Often, they'll smile back." Gabriel tilts his head, an easy grin on his face. "See? Not hard."

Castiel's looks more like a grimace.

"We'll work on that one. Maybe you should track down a mirror and practice. But there are other things. Touching each other - usually above the waist if you want to avoid trouble. Things like a pat on the back, or just a brush of the arm, that sort of thing."

"Is this not invading personal space?"

"Yes, but in an appropriate way. Standing close enough to breathe in somebody's ear is not appropriate."

"I do not breathe."

"Not the point." Gabriel sighs. His little brother is just a bit slow on the uptake. Or maybe he's spent so long around humans that he doesn't remember how confusing it was at first. He's had a lot more time to watch how they do things. Maybe he should make Castiel watch more TV. Then again, he'd probably end up even more confused, or hopelessly addicted to Dr Sexy, MD. "Look, the Winchester boys are a bit slow about some things," just like you, "so maybe you should stick to something more obvious."

"Obvious?"

"Like hugging or kissing. They're really obvious expressions of affection that even Dean Winchester can't misunderstand." Gabriel smirks a little at the idea of Castiel laying one on Dean. The heterosexual panic alone should be worth the popcorn. Never mind that Castiel has no real clue about sexual attraction, and he's just trying to make it clear to Dean that he likes him - sadly, in a strictly platonic way.

Dean's not the only one who thinks Castiel needs to get laid. Gabriel wishes he could have been there for the trip to the brothel; not only does it sound hilarious, but hey, he's never been one to shy away from scantily clad women of negotiable virtue. Still, he probably would have gotten distracted by the aforementioned women and missed the spectacle of his chaste and upright little brother being thrown out of a whorehouse, anyway.

Castiel considers this. "I believe hugging would constitute popping Dean's imaginary bubble. I have seen Sam do it, and he protests a lot."

"Yeah, but he still likes it." He pictures Castiel walking up to Dean and giving him a bear-hug, his face all intense and serious the way it usually is, and it's hilarious. Being Castiel, he'd probably hold on longer than was really necessary, so that Dean ends up flailing and complaining about chick-flick moments.

"He does kiss a lot of women, though. Are you sure this is an appropriate sign of affection and closeness? I think he barely knows some of them."

Gabriel blinks. His brother has it completely the wrong way around, and Gabriel hasn't had to even say anything. "Dean is very... friendly, that's all." He can just picture the sudden I'm-not-gay freak-out from here. It will be awesome, and he doesn't have to lift a finger. He thinks Sam will also probably appreciate it, which makes it even better, because the best pranks deserve an audience. Dean will never hear the end of it. "So you know about kissing?"

Castiel nods seriously. "It's when two humans put their mouths together."

Gabriel makes a face. "Well, that's the general idea of it, yes. But there is more to it than that."

"Tongue."

Gabriel chokes a little. "Uh, yeah, that is one component." The look on Dean Winchester's face when Castiel slips him some tongue - that will be just priceless. Gleeful anticipation almost makes him miss Castiel's next words.

"I should practice."

So he's not really ready for it when Castiel leans forward, nervous and tense, and presses his lips - still closed and not even really puckered up or anything - against Gabriel's own.

It's not much a of a kiss, but it makes Gabriel's breath catch. (He doesn't need to breathe, either, but being in a human form for so long means he's picked up a few bad habits.) It's been a very long time since he was this close to any of his brethren, and even though they're both confined within human - or human-shaped - vessels, he can feel Castiel's grace leaking through, brushing lightly against his own.

It makes him ache for the closeness he once knew, even though he still wants nothing to do with Heaven. This, he thinks, is why he couldn't quite stay away from the Winchesters and their renegade angel, why he's sitting here trying to teach Castiel how to act like a human. For all that he mocks Castiel's attempts to 'commune' with Dean Winchester, he still remembers how it was to feel that aching lack of communion, to feel alone in ways that angels were never meant to be.

"You should part your lips a little," he says, not really thinking.

Castiel nods and leans forward again.

This time when their lips meet, it's softer. Castiel's lips are dry and a little chapped, but just beyond their edges, his mouth is moist and warm. Gabriel lets his tongue slide along the opening, dip just inside, and feels his little brother mimic the movements.

Castiel's not such a slow learner after all.

It feels like the best of both worlds: the physicality and immediacy that comes with being inside a human form, all those wants and urges that push two bodies to try and get as close as possible, to climb inside each other as far as they can go; the soft whisper of another's grace against his, that warm, electric feeling of overlap because angels have no boundaries in the physical sense.

He can feel so many things from Castiel, and many of them are unexpected: admiration, respect, affection. Gabriel's quite sure he doesn't deserve any of them - he was trying to get Castiel to kiss Dean as a prank, after all - but Castiel has no reservations, even though he must be picking up just as much from Gabriel.

"Uh," he says intelligently when they draw apart once again.

Castiel looks - feels - just a little smug. He might not be able to smile without it looking completely wrong, but the beginnings of a smirk tug at his lips, and Gabriel's pretty sure the brat learned it from him.

Eyes narrowed, Gabriel looks at him, then thinks, 'What the hell.'

It's Gabriel who leans forward this time. Apparently, he's a pretty good teacher, even without resorting to tricks. But Castiel still has a lot to learn, and more practice is definitely called for.

[(Anonymous)]

Fandom: Avatar: The Last Airbender
Pairing: Iroh/Toph

[(Anonymous)]

Fandom: Catch Me If You Can
Pairing: Carl/Frank

[(Anonymous)]

Fandom: Baccano!
Pairing: Ladd/Chane

[dagas_isa]

Fandom: Final Fantasy X-2
Pairing: Rikku/Paine

[nan]

Fandom: Final Fantasy XIII
Pairing: Fang/Vanille

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Fandom: Smallville
Pairing: Clark/Oliver

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Fandom: CardCaptor Sakura
Pairing: Yue/Sakura

FILLED: As We Melt

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...Oh man I don't even. This fic is a little weird and dystopic, I'm sorry. WARNING for off-screen character death, discussion of injury and blood at approximately a PG rating.

*****

The Cards had been changed, and Syaoran had come back, but no one was guaranteed the perfect happy ending, not even the girl with an invincible spell. Even though she'd completed the Final Judgment, and then Clow's Judgment through Eriol, there were a surprising number of magicians who came to challenge her.

Unlike Eriol, they had no need or desire to pull punches when necessary. Sakura often found herself fighting for her life, trying not to hurt the other person too much (because she was Sakura and that part of her would never change, no matter how many battles she fought). Luckily, she never had to fight alone.

The latest attacker interrupted a family dinner, some huge being jumping through the Kinomotos' front window without hesitation. Before the shards had hit the carpet, Yukito had jumped up and surrendered to Yue, who had wrapped his arms around the Mistress. His wings fluttered out in a shield around them, and Sakura could just hear her brother as he grabbed their father's arm and steered him out the door in a hurry. Fujitaka had magic of his own now, of course, but not on Sakura's scale, and they'd discovered in a hurry that any other magician who defended her was considered fair game by these strangers.

(It was times like this, in the confusion of the first blow, that Sakura thought of Syaoran the most, the confused look on his face before he fell, the utter stillness--)

She had no Star Staff anymore, so that another Syaoran could know his Sakura, but she had the Cards at hand and it didn't take her long to find the one she wanted. The creature in her home cast no shadows on the wall, so it was only corporeal in some dimensions. Of course, it was real enough to hurt her, but she sent Shadow to fight it in the place where it existed, and Yue's grip on her, his arms firm across her chest, almost hurt.

He was worried about her; he always was, these days. He didn't understand why people wanted to fight the mistress he had chosen, the little girl with a power greater than Clow's had been at his death. She was eighteen now, willowy and beautiful, and she didn't cast a very imposing figure unless you could read her aura. She was stronger, Yue thought privately, than Clow had been at this age, and these foolish magicians always paid for their hubris.

The problem was that they all paid for it, and as Yue held her, he wanted nothing more than to end this awful war.

Shadow pinned the creature and with a shout Sakura drew Sword and pulled away from Yue, leaping with a form he recognized from Yukito watching her cheerleading practices. The Sword that could cut anything worked well on most creatures, and this one was no exception. It bellowed in rage, a sound so loud that Yue wanted to cover his ears.

Its last flail struck her across the chest and Yue thought his heart would stop at the moment of impact. That small solid sound made him bite his lip, to regret bitterly that he'd let her go even though he knew she needed to fight this thing.

He dodged forward, kicking aside chairs and lifting his hand, filling it with ruby light, but before he could inflict any damage, the monster flickered like a candle going out and disappeared. He managed to catch Sakura as she staggered backwards, remembering only at the last second not to hold her too tightly, in case she really was hurt. Her head lolled back onto her shoulder and his internal panic must have showed on his face at least a little, because as soon as she met his eyes, she smiled in weary reassurance.

"I'm okay," she wheezed, and he was going to protest that she didn't sound okay, but she twisted around in his arms and lifted a hand, pressing it to his lip. He stared in surprise; she tended to respect his need for space whenever it wasn't a combat situation. Her eyes softened and when her fingers drew back, there was blood on them.

"What happened?" she asked softly, and then he began to feel the twinge of pain. If he had been another person (like the sun guardian, currently sleeping to repair a particularly grievous injury), he might have chuckled dryly to realize that he'd been so concerned that he'd bitten his lip to bleeding, but he was Yue, so he just shook his head and ignored it. He'd been hurt much worse before.

"Nothing. Are you all right?" he asked.

Softly but deliberately, he placed his hand on her collarbone, the site of impact. A small gasp of pain escaped her and he nearly began to unfasten the buttons of her shirt in order to investigate. He realized almost belatedly that this wouldn't exactly be appropriate, and his fingers stilled on her collar.

"I'm okay," she said again, more firmly this time. Her small hand folded over his and they stood there for a moment, hearts still racing from adrenaline. The only causalities of this current problem were his bitten lip, her bruised chest, some furniture, a window. Not bad at all. They were both thankful for that.

In a moment, Touya would be peeking in the door again to see if the battle was done. So Sakura, heart thumping, took the second's opportunity to lean up and kiss him softly. Yue shut his eyes and let her. Clow had kissed his forehead, but this wasn't the same. This was something different.

But everything was different about Sakura, wasn't it? He'd long ago realized that.

When he opened his eyes again, she was looking up at him gingerly, as if judging his reaction. There was a drop of his blood lingering on her lip and he lifted his hand to brush it away, angling his wings down around them, as if preserving their solitude.

"Sakura-san!" Fujitaka called out, his voice worried. Yue fluttered his wings and changed back to Yukito. He could listen from Yukito's perspective, and his counterpart would be needed to soothe Touya's worries. (It did not bother him, the difference in their feelings. Yue's heart would always belong to his master. Yukito's could belong to whomever he chose.)

Yukito, too, was becoming used to the blackouts that invariably left him in the midst of damage. He looked around and sighed and said to Sakura, "And it was a nice meal, too."

Sakura laughed. "You always know how to cheer me up," she said softly, and Yue wasn't sure which of him she was speaking to.

She grabbed Yukito's hand and carefully the two of them picked their way through the debris to the kitchen door. Yukito pushed away the kitchen chair that had fallen and blocked it, and they stepped into the sunshine, where immediately Fujitaka and Touya descended on them in worry.

Yue ignored it as Yukito flew into Touya's arms. He listened to Sakura reassure her family. She was safe, and that was what mattered.

Still, he thought that his lips still felt warm, when the rest of him was cold.

[solaris]

Fandom: Star Ocean: The Last Hope
Pairing: Crowe/Myuria

filled [possible second-disc spoilers?]

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[tagging/organizing note for the mod - "Star Ocean: The Last Hope" and "Star Ocean 4" are the same fandom. ^^]

It's the least she can do to repay him, after the mistake she's made chasing him this far -- and the worse mistake she would have made, if he hadn't been working so hard to bring her the truth, to bring her Lucien's last words. He's nothing like she thought, after all; Edge's faith in him was sound.

The Earthlings have finished saying their goodbyes, before they split up to tackle the Phantom threats. Myuria pulls herself together and holds her head high as she strides over to Crowe. "Prepared for departure already?" she says.

He flinches, a tiny motion barely visible around his eyes. "I am sorry," he says. "I wish I could have saved him. Wish I had more to offer you."

Myuria shakes her head. "You gave me his last words," she says. She's still trembling, and wills herself to stop. "I'm glad for that."

"Still," he says. Just like Edge, carrying too much responsibility himself, though it doesn't weigh him down quite as badly.

"If you still feel you need to do more," Myuria says, "then be sure you come back safely." She leans forward, stretches up just slightly, and kisses him. Crowe holds perfectly still until her lips meet his, then kisses back warmly, almost tenderly. Quite the gentleman. "Good luck," Myuria says when she steps back.

Crowe nods. "You, too."

[(Anonymous)]

Fandom: Star Trek XI
Pairing: James T. Kirk/Hikaru Sulu

FILLED - Memorable

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It takes Jim a while to figure out why Sulu looks so familiar, but when he does he tells Bones, and the look on Bones' face is so totally worth it.

"Is there anyone you haven't slept with?" Bones grumbles. He's allowed to ask the question because there was that one time in their first month of Starfleet Academy when they got spectacularly shitfaced and ended up pantless on the floor next morning. Jim likes to call it the turning point in their friendship; Bones says it was the first time he realised how much of a pain in the ass Jim can be.

After that incident, Jim had decided to see who else's pants he could get into, which turned out to be pretty much everyone he went after. Uhura remained uncrackable, but most of the other cadets were more than happy to help a fellow out, and Bones' accusations of Jim sleeping with everyone he met were not that far off the mark. Not true, not by a long shot, but -- Jim banged a lot of his graduating class, and the classes ahead of and behind him as well. And a couple teachers. But that's not the point.

He met Hikaru Sulu, though not by name, outside of Starfleet Academy entirely. It was some holiday, Jim sure as hell wasn't going home, and Bones had refused to let Jim embarrass him all evening, so Jim was off somewhere in San Francisco getting shitfaced and hitting on the locals, who seemed less than impressed with his Midwestern drawl but very intrigued by his equal opportunity flirtations. Sulu had been at the bar when Jim walked in, and very pointedly checked him as Jim crossed the room. Jim ordered something strong - he can't remember what exactly - and then he'd turned to Sulu and spouted some one-liner.

Sulu had shaken his head. "Actions speak louder than words," he'd said. "Buy me a drink and then you'll get somewhere."

Jim bought him a drink. Just the one, since he'd been pretty broke then, but Sulu opened up pretty fast after that. He asked if Jim knew much about the nightlife scene, listened to his answer very attentively, and then pulled him off to some bar Jim had never seen his life where the music pulsed and the bartender had eleven visible appendages, mixing glowing blue drinks in oddly-shaped glasses.

Jim had several. Sulu paid, or spoke to the bartender or something, and they just kept coming. At some point he opened his mouth and Sulu said something about his tongue glowing, and Jim had knocked back the rest of his drink and asked if Sulu wanted to see if anything else was glowing. And that led to fast, sloppy blowjobs at the end of a hallway, somehow without getting caught, and vague plans to meet again that fell through because Jim couldn't remember enough in the morning.

He says, "I wonder if Sulu remembers that?"

Bones snorts. "You're memorable enough," he says, and it's supposed to sound like an insult but Jim recognises the encouragement underneath.

He goes and finds Sulu, who turns up in the greenhouse, sexually harassing some kind of fern. Jim says, "I was looking for you, but maybe I should leave the two of you alone."

"Has that ever stopped you before?" Sulu asks, easy and joking.

"So I think a couple years ago we got drunk and sucked each other off in a bar in San Francisco," Jim continues. "But that's true of me and a lot of people, so I wanted to check and make sure I wasn't confusing you with someone else."

"You know, I thought you looked familiar," Sulu replies. "That would explain it."

Jim grins. That was easier than he'd expected. "I was wondering if you'd be up for another round some time," he says.

Sulu ceases sexually harassing the fern, crosses his arms, looks Jim up and down. "Gonna buy me a drink first?"

"One of the benefits of being Captain is that I don't have to," Jim says. "I get my booze for free. I'll share, though."

"You've got yourself a deal," Sulu says, and walks over to Jim and grabs him, kisses him only somewhat unexpectedly. It's short and hot and derails all of Jim's trains of thought and then Sulu pulls back and smirks. "Yeah, I think this'll work out well."

Bones says Jim has no subtlety, but as Jim watches Sulu saunter off, he thinks that subtlety's pretty overrated. It's the first impression that really counts.