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09 November 2010 @ 03:04 pm
Ten kisses for sale - now sold out!  
The first ten eight people to comment with a pairing and a prompt get a kiss!drabble. Prompt can be specific ("first kiss, under the mistletoe, with people watching") or completely random ("feather"). If you don't get something within a half hour I will probably post it later tonight instead.

Any fandom I write or have written is good. I will write crack pairings, crossover pairings, shippy pairings, you name it.

Go!


SOLD OUT! Look for the following fics later tonight. I will be writing all the way through choir rehearsal and post them when I get home!

1) kijikun - Jo/Lucifer, hate to love
2) pandionpandeus - Jo/Lucifer, wings
3) darkamber - Gabriel/Sam, surprise kiss
4) darth_firefly - Gabriel/Dean - Chocolate kisses
5) entangled_now - Dean/Castiel, angry kiss
6) morganoconner - Cas/Gabriel, sunrise kiss
7) sycophantastic - Dean/Castiel, shut up kiss
8) saavikam77 - Matt/Mo - Chai & coffee kisses :D
9) jabber_moose - Jack Harkness/Castiel First kiss in a hurricane/tornado/apocalypse
10) zekkass - Castiel/Crowley, baking competition.
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Tiptoe39tiptoe39 on November 10th, 2010 03:26 am (UTC)
For pandionpandeus:

They bring him in chains. She has wanted to see the one responsible for her death, and when all is done she is granted that reward, as per her status as a martyr.

She doesn't expect a monster -- she knows, after all, that he is a fallen angel -- but she doesn't expect him to be this beautiful, this broken. The luminous aura hangs from him off-center. His wings droop in defeat. She wonders what they'd look like strong, victorious.

She slides past the guards and runs her fingers across the ruffles of feathers. He shivers, giving a piteous moan. "Does it hurt?" she asks, withdrawing her hand. He looks at her, big plaintive eyes, and shakes his head. "Do you talk?" He nods. "But you don't want to."

"I have nothing to say." His voice is proud, defiant, as you might expect of a fallen archangel.

"You're not sorry for killing us, then."

"I was doing what I thought was right." He's disheveled, but, she realizes, he's not broken at all. He's proud. She likes that. Respects it, even, in the same way you have to respect the terrible fury of an atomic bomb. Does that make it all right? she wonders. If you think it's the right thing to do, should you even be blamed? How many times has she stuck to her guns, done what she thought was the right thing? Even to the end, she was stubborn. Mom called her stubborn as hell. Maybe this is what she meant.

She kneels, looks into his eyes. "I like your wings," she tells him. His lip curls "Don't make a face, I'm serious." She sounds like Mom, she thinks. Don't make that face, Joanna Beth, I'm talking to you.

The thought makes her bite back a laugh, and his face changes. He doesn't understand what there is to laugh at in this situation, and she finds that worthy of pity. She reaches out and pets his wing again, and this time he winces.

"That's all right," she says, and laughs again. "You don't have to say sorry. I'll forgive you anyway."

She darts in, pecks him on the lips, and leaves him to try to figure out why.
Pan: Luciferpandionpandeus on November 10th, 2010 03:31 am (UTC)
Hehe. Poor Lucifer, constantly perplexed by these strange humans. <3

Edited at 2010-11-10 03:31 am (UTC)
Tiptoe39tiptoe39 on November 12th, 2010 06:13 pm (UTC)
I like to think Jo has something he can't quite wrap his brain around. :D