Christmas gift for teh friendsies!
MiroSanta is nearly done; wrote a good two thousand words of it last night but am really happy with what I've got. Deadline isn't until next week anyway, and the post hasn't gone up at the_chasms yet telling us that we can link our fics.
So...
Christmas one-liner meme is now open!!!!!Give me a character, group of characters, or pairing from any fandom you ( Read more... )
So...
Christmas one-liner meme is now open!!!!!Give me a character, group of characters, or pairing from any fandom you ( Read more... )
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As for a first, since you didn't say whether multiples were okay...
Mir/San: Mistletoe. ^_^
(AU is fine, but if you can work it into canon without being corny, loves to you.)
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Canonverse, because I like meh a challenge. Hope you like!
[Miroku/Sango - mistletoe]
Kagome would do anything to get Miroku and Sango together, even resort to employing western traditions to get them to confess their love.
“Kagome-chan, what are you doing?” Sango stood away from the doorframe Kagome had just pinned the decorated leaf to, blinking up at it with perverse curiosity. Did she even want to know?
“It’s mistletoe! If two people stand under it at the same time, they have to kiss each other. It’s a custom in some places in my time.”
“I… see…” Continuing to eye the green stuff, she said, “Well, I need to wax Hiraikotsu, and it’s inside, so if you’ll excuse me-”
“Now pardon me, ladies.” Miroku swept up from his seated position in a flurry of black from within Kaede’s hut. He made his way toward the door, and Sango stiffened and blushed.
“Oh no, monk, if you think you’re going to get anything out of me because of this mistletoe stuff, then you ( ... )
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Here's more for you!
Rangiku/Gin - beauty
Ichigo/Orihime - papyrus
Miroku/Sango - blown away
Onigumo+Kikyou - it's not over
Miroku/Sango - ginger
*is so not of the Mir/San addiction. No, never...*
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*bows, runs away*
[Rangiku/Gin - beauty]
She thinks about the difference between Then and Now.
Then they would share a blanket by a dying fire and he’d whisper in her ear and she’d laugh herself to sleep.
Now she wakes up bleary from drink, trying desperately to rub the image of him from her eyes.
Then she’d see him all the time, and he’d had his secrets but he’d shared so much with her anyway.
Now she lives seven divisions down and sees him vicariously through her grumbling captain.
Then he’d touch her shoulder gently and tell her she was beautiful and let’s stay together forever, Rangiku-san.
Now she is beautiful and secure, but he’s never there to tell her that.
She thinks about the difference between Then and Now and knows that she will always regret looking into his eyes when he went away for the final time.
[Ichigo/Orihime - papyrus]“Kurosaki-kun, what do you want to do for our project on Egypt ( ... )
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Prompt - social coaching
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“When you talk to girls, you’ve got to look them straight in the eye. Like this.” She stared right at him, and her eyes were so clear, he could see himself reflected in them in shades of grey and blue and purple.
“And you also have to look interested. Nod your head a little. Don’t be afraid to smile.” As she spoke, her mouth stretched wider; he found himself staring at her lips instead of her eyes, realizing just how full they were, what shade of lipstick she wore, the straightness of her teeth.
And then he remembered that he was sitting on a backless chair.
He was sprawled on the ground before his light-headed mind could catch up.
“Hisagi? Hisagi?”
He looked up at her and discovered that his current position was the perfect one for gawking; he took in her voluminous hair, her eyes peering down at him, her face, her chest, her… oh…
“We’re going to have to do something about that nosebleed, won’t we?”
Sorry for the repost! Had to fix a grammatical error. Anyway, want more? :D
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How about Miroku/Sango - close quarters
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[Miroku/Sango - close quarters]
He was sure it could be advantageous to him.
There was little room for her to hide. There was little his hand could resist touching. So touch her he would. It was simple logic.
He flexed his fingers in preparation.
“Look monk, I know we’re stuck in this cave, and I know it’s tight in here, but if you grope me even once, I’ll use your head as a battering ram to get us out of this cave-in.”
…at the very least this was a testament to how well she knew him.
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“You know that I care about your welfare more than anything else, don’t you?” she asked, dabbing the wet towel onto his forehead. Bandages coiled about his torso; they were blood soaked, in spite of the fact that they were the thickest that Kagome could find.
“Yeah,” he replied, gruffly, almost weakly, “Which is why you gotta let me fight him. If ya want me to be okay, then I gotta keep going.”
“But you can’t right now! At least… not like this.” She ran her fingers through his dark hair and looked out the window of the hut. Funny how it was still dark and yet neither of them were getting any rest. “I know we’re close to finishing him off, but we can’t let him finish off you. So just let me take care of you for this one night and tomorrow you can fight him as much as you want.”
He closed his eyes and Kagome took that moment to dip the towel into the bowl beside her and replace it on his head.
“You know I care about you too, right?”
She smiled and continued her ministrations.
I do now.
More?
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InuYasha - Souta - biography
InuYasha - Shippou - acquiaintance
Bleach - Orihime - coupling
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[Miroku/Kagome - fire]
They tend the fire.
“Is tonight the night?”
He prods the pile of sticks and nods.
She smiles, thinly.
“Well… we knew it would have to happen at some point, and…”
She buries her face in his chest.
“And I’ll miss you.”
He hides her in his black sleeves for a moment-
“I shall miss you too.”
-and then he is gone in a flurry of wind.
She cries.
Her tears fall onto the fire.
Everything has been extinguished.
[Souta - biography]
They called him the best fantasy author of his time. He spun tales of magical jewels and vengeful demons and lustful monks and a party of friends that won out against evil in the end.
His stories were brilliant.
But he never divulged the truth behind them.
(Sometimes he returns home to the shrine and leaves flowers by his sister’s memorial. He doesn’t say much, but he always brings a pen and a notepad with him, just in case inspiration strikes.)
[Shippô - acquaintance]The letter was by the well, just ( ... )
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Espada + Santa Claus? XD
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Espada + challenges
Gin/Momo + soft
Noi/Girl + learning
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[Espada - challenges]
“Truth or dare, Grimmjow?” Noitra made a table with his hands and grinned.
“Argh, why d’you always gotta pick me? Fine. Dare.”
“And why do you always have to pick dare? I’m starting to run out of ideas.”
Ulquiorra sighed. That was a blatant lie; Noitra always came up with some way or another to torture the other Espada, and there was no better venue for him than their weekly game of truth or dare.
“By the way,” Zael began, “Has Arroniro come back from his challenge yet?”
“Nah.” Noitra’s lips pulled up even higher. “He’ll be pretty occupied with his dare for awhile.”
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Somewhere in Las Noches, Kuckiki Rukia’s heart sped up.
[Gin/Momo - soft]His hands were surprisingly soft. He liked to brush against her in the hallways of the fifth division, to run a finger discreetly against whatever skin he could find, and she didn’t mind so much because his hands weren’t menacing like the rest of him was ( ... )
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Hmmm. Byakuya/Yoruichi, kittens! XD
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For each birthday, holiday, and special occasion, they gave each other gifts without question. The Kuchiki and Shihouin family heads assumed it to be because of a mutual affection for each other, a care caused by early intervention that they could preen about for years to come, long after the two royal children were married.
The real reason, though, was to see who could one up the other in terms of gift lavishness.
Or, on occasion, gift tastelessness.
“Oh, so you’ve finally learned, huh?” Yoruichi held up the skimpy outfit Byakuya had given her. “After years of giving you sex related stuff you’ve upped your game at long last.”
“I will still never forgive for last year’s gift,” he said as he lifted the lid off of his own present, terrified by the way it shook in his hands.
“Please, you’ll make goof use of it someday.” She flashed an amused smile. “Just as I’ll be making use of this. How did you know I love orange ( ... )
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