Meme - give me something to do?

[winter]

Several work-related things are giving me enough (positive) stress to make my guts turn somersaults. In an attempt to distract myself, a meme swiped from ninjatrauma and an abject plea for participation.

Comment with two characters I write, and I'll write you their first kiss. It may be just an idea, a sentence, or an entire fic.

Any fandom I've ever participated in, or just watched, too :)

Comments

[fyrie.livejournal.com]

Y'know, I wanted to do this, but every pair I come up with would make no sense to anyone else...

[winter]

Hey, feel free to throw me someone, unless it's something I'd have to cut-and-past from the RPG to do it ;) Want Yama and Than, for example?

[fyrie.livejournal.com]

Wasn't that only with Tan's demise?

*ponders* Um. Honestly, stuck.

[winter]

Nope, as I recently learned. Yama was feeling like reminiscencing and Than couldn't find a big enough book to smite him with.

[fyrie.livejournal.com]

Hee! Do tell in that case :D

[winter]

I believe it involved something like this:

Purple eyes narrowed as the child's expression grew thoughtful. "So to take someone's soul to your land, you kiss them?"

"Correct." Yama's arm was wrapped around Tan's shoulders to support the child's precarious position, perched at the edge of the pedestal of his own statue. Around them the temple was dark and empty, and it would remain so.

"So if you kiss someone on the lips, they die."

"In a manner of speaking."

Tan nodded, then slim fingers suddenly touched Yama's lips. Tan pressed a kiss against those fingers, then pulled back, a small proud smile on the doll-like face.

[fyrie.livejournal.com]

And thus, the start of the finger-kiss :D

[mariem-1.livejournal.com]

Damien/Gerald. :P

[amamiyarin.livejournal.com]

...Harry and Draco? ^^;;;

[winter]

*blinks* For some reason my mind can't manage romance right now.


"Double blackmail," Draco had said, and for a moment Harry wondered if it was the right thing to do. Malfoy was an evil git, that was not it. But he wasn't supposed to sound so quiet and unsure, and if he broke down that was the future of the wizarding world down the drain.

Maybe it all showed in Harry's eyes, because Malfoy blinked and smirked and blew him a kiss before Disapparating. That was good, because Harry could hate him again.

[amamiyarin.livejournal.com]

Ooooohhh... that's nice. Rivalry and tension. XD Thanks! ^^

[arabwel.livejournal.com]

Lorenzo and El :P

(and heeey, whatever did happen to that vampire!Lorenzo fic from aaages back? :P)

[winter]

You know, I think I actually wrote it somewhere, just lost the file...



For a moment it's so quiet, you can hear the priest's bible slamming shut. Then El and Carolina both throw their heads back and laugh.

Then everyone is hugging and kissing and wishing them well. Lorenzo has to elbow three other mariachis aside to get to them, lifting Carolina up just to see her smile before El tugs on the handcuff chain and almost makes them all fall over. They grab at each other and at him, and Lorenzo kisses Carolina's cheek. Then he kisses El's, and Carolina laughs.

[alice_montrose]

Meh. Since someone beat me to the obvious Coldfire pairing... I remember Vlad/VK, but I'm not sure if you wrote Vlad/Herbert. If you did, just ignore this - if not, the obvious should happen. XD

[winter]

Can't remember if I threw this one your way, but I think it would count ;) Roses for Lucifer universe:


Herbert laughed, then set the hairbrush down and opened a box on the table. “I wouldn’t mind. I just wish I could remember what half this stuff is for.”

Vlad rose to his feet, curious, but the shiny trinkets all looked innocuous. He wouldn’t put a poison ring or two past the brat’s morbid imagination.

Herbert picked an intricate hair clasp, but the wet strands were refusing his efforts. He shot Vlad a look over his shoulder. “I think your hands would be more suited to this work?”

There was a breathless catch in that boyish voice that made Vlad blink, moreso when the brat’s fingers lingered on his as he took hold of the clasp.

Interesting. Hellishly interesting.

“I’ll have to get used to putting on all of these again,” Herbert continued, picking up a pair of jewelled earrings. “I was... distracted over the summer.”

Vlad finished up with the hair clasp, then gathered the strands back from Herbert’s neck. The boy remained calm under his touch, as if unaware of the fact a predator had just bared his throat.

“I think the holes might have closed up.” Herbert placed one earring against his ear. “Still, it’s just a question of determination.”

The sharp metal sank into soft flesh. A trickle of blood slid, drop by drop, down the golden skin.

Vlad remained still, taking one slow breath. The scent.

Then Herbert shot him an impish look and pushed the other earring into his ear.

Vlad could the boy had put a lot of time into fencing by the way those shoulders felt under his hands, though the brat had the grace not to struggle as Vlad leaned in to lick that enticing trail. Sweet as sin, though barely a taste, and he ached to bite down on the taut skin under his lips.

No, too young to turn and too valuable to kill, though he did not deny himself a scrape of fangs as he pressed against the boy’s back, letting him feel the exact effect this game had on him.

Herbert shivered, gasped, stood perfectly still under Vlad’s touch.

The boy’s skin fair burned Vlad’s fingers, but he didn’t let that stop him from leisurely exploring all of that lean body. He moved his hands along Herbert’s arms, sides, thighs, almost hard enough to bruise. Then he lifted the boy’s shirt, groping between Herbert’s legs just as roughly.

Herbert made no sound at all.

Vlad was not known for caution or prudence, but what he was famous for was his cunning and suspicion. He pressed his face against the boy’s hair, gathering his wits and forcing down the images of things he could do to the boy, ways to break that taut body into a shattered heap of pleasure and exhaustion.

Herbert turned his head, tilted it, bringing his throat to Vlad’s lips. Vlad could see one grey eye, glazed, mindless. Did the boy know what he was doing?

The blow sent Herbert sprawling on the table, the jewelry scattering.

“I don’t like being played,” Vlad growled. “Grow some feathers, nestling, before you shake your ass around.”

The boy’s dazed eyes blinked several times. “You don’t want me?” he whispered, sounding stunned.

“You?” Vlad prodded the boy’s leg with his foot, resolutely ignoring the fetching images conjured by the spread thighs. “I have better taste than that, little boy. Who’d want you anyway?”

He saw a flash of anger in those eyes before he turned on his heel and stalked out of the room. Once on the staircase, he allowed himself a grin. Oh, he’d dealt a blow to the brat’s pride, but so had the brat to him – thinking he could tempt Draculea into doing as he wished? What kind of idiot was the child, trusting him with blood and life?

Or, he wondered fleetingly, was it trust that Vlad would crush both as eagerly as he would those elegant lips?

The thought chilled him as much as the night air as he walked out into the courtyard, but was chased out of his head by a stronger blow. Vlad swore and jumped out of the way of the second mug, tossed down from the window above him with vicious precision.

[alice_montrose]

Nope, you definitely didn't throw this my way. Yay for naughty, daring Herbert!!! *grins and purrs loudly*

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Vlad could the boy had put [...] <-- could what? *g* Tell or feel, I assume...
The boy’s skin fair burned Vlad’s fingers <-- fair skin

[winter]

tell, yes :) It's raw unbetaed and, um, kind of unfinished ;) But "fair" as an adverb is valid though dated usage.

[alice_montrose]

Aaaaaaaaaaah, that was adverbial "fair". Well then, no mistake there. Although you can understand where the confusion came from, right? *smirks and pets Herbie*

[imadra-blue.livejournal.com]

Bruce Wayne meets Obi-Wan Kenobi. :D

sad to hear things are rough..........

[dracschick.livejournal.com]

*hugs*
take care,
Chris