First Kisses
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noteveryShamelessly stolen from 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.]
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 06:04 pm (UTC)Tigger/Eeyore
“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?”