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Shamelessly stolen from [personal profile] shaggydogstail, since I really feel like writing some drabble-ish-length fic:

Comment with two characters I'm familiar with, and I'll tell you how they kissed (the first time)

In terms of fandoms, I'm really familiar with Torchwood, modern Doctor Who and Sunshine (the movie.)  If you feel like throwing a well-known character from Harry Potter or Pirates of the Caribbean in there too, by all means do--but, as with the rest, it's possible that I won't feel able to write it, or just not be interested.  You could also throw in other characters from popular culture I'm likely to know, and I'll just tell you if I don't, but Winnie the Pooh fic is way out.

(Well, unless it's a really great pairing.)

[Edited to add: bizarre crossovers are fine, but expect bizarre and probably implausible explanations for why Toshiko Sato is aboard the Black Pearl with Captain Jack Sparrow.]

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Date: 2007-05-28 12:12 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Tigger/Eeyore = OTP!

Or, if for some bizarre reason you don't fancy that one, Jack and Tosh.

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Date: 2007-05-28 06:04 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
This should never have happened.


“It’s raining,” Eeyore said gloomily, and Tigger didn’t think that he could disagree: it was raining, after all, and quite hard too, with all of the earth awash with muddy water and droplets clinging to Tigger’s whiskers.

“My tail is dripping wet,” Eeyore said in a dreary monotone after a pause. “Not everybody can understand how miserable it is to have one’s tail soaked.”

Tigger didn’t suppose he could understand: his tail did tend to stay far off the ground when he wasn’t bouncing.

“At least we haven’t had any snow.” Eeyore looked upwards briefly, not even bothering to frown. “Though we probably will soon. I don’t hold with getting one’s hopes up.”

Tigger didn’t know what else to do—and sometimes Tiggers do very, very strange things indeed—so he leaned over and pressed a big slobbery kiss to Eeyore’s nose.

Eeyore sniffed. “One can’t complain about a kiss when one has as few friends as I. That’s the first time anyone has so much as touched me in a month. Still, it’s hardly a bundle of thistles and a dry tail, is it?”

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Date: 2007-05-28 06:40 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]

After the incident with the pig Tosh received orders to step down from her post at Albion Hospital, which she had expected, and a call from Jack himself, which she hadn’t.

“Since your cover up there’s become a little shaky, how do you feel like coming back to Wales? I can’t say the weather’s any better, but there’re more sheep. Bet you’ve been missing those.”

She had expected him to come and pick her up even less, but there he was two weeks later, standing beside the SUV where it was parked outside her block of flats. He smiled wide and kissed her cheek, and insisted on hauling her bags into the boot himself before suggesting a quick trip around London before the drive back, saying that he needed to stretch his legs. Tosh didn’t mind, and they ate sushi on the Torchwood Institute funds before Jack—looking strangely intent and focused, voice not as casual as he seemed to be aiming for—suggested a trip on the Millennium Wheel just to ‘see the sights’.

She would never have expected in a million years for him to have kissed her, then, but he did—slipped his arm around her waist as they were approaching the top of the Wheel and pulled her close, pressing his lips to hers. She felt as if her heart was going to break free from her chest.

When he let her go he pointed to Big Ben and said, with a grin, “I danced with a beautiful woman on top of a space ship there, once,” but Tosh wasn’t really listening.

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Date: 2007-05-28 12:12 am (UTC)
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From: [identity profile]
Jack/Ianto. Or Ianto/Owen. Or both. :)

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Date: 2007-05-28 07:50 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]

When the TV countdown is over, Jack raises his beer with a wink and a “happy new year,” downs it, and then hops off his barstool to kiss them all, his grin as wide as the Cheshire cat’s. They all get kissed on the lips—Tosh laughing, Suzie accusing Jack of having no brain other than his penis, Owen trying to dodge Jack’s lips before succumbing to a flurry of kisses with a grunted expletive—but then, that is not very surprising: it is Jack.

What is surprising, though, is that as Jack gets round to Ianto—laughing at his faint blush and awkward look, teasing “I’m not that ugly, am I?”—and cups the back of the other man’s head to pull him in for a kiss, he uses his tongue.

“That man,” Owen says after a pause, “is a fucking sex maniac.”

Suzie grins. “Are you jealous of his ability or the fact that Ianto’s the one playing tonsil hockey with him?”

“Don’t be an idiot,” Owen replies—but Toshiko is looking at him and sees that he is looking at Jack and Ianto’s kiss--which, now she thinks about it, really has been going on too long for it to be entirely one-sided, no matter how shocked Ianto looks.

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Date: 2007-05-28 08:55 pm (UTC)
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From: [identity profile]
Hehehee. Most delightful. :)

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Date: 2007-05-28 12:42 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Captain Jack and Rose.

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Date: 2007-05-28 06:13 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Captain Jack here means (the imposter) Harkness, right? (Just to clarify)

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Date: 2007-05-28 09:19 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Oh yeah. Like, Barrowman-Harkness.

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Date: 2007-05-28 12:50 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] fleurrochard
Captain Jack (Harkness) and Captain Jack (Sparrow) :D


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