Requests - New Years Smooch

[wilderthan]

Request meme time!

Give me a fandom/pairing/character or just a prompt and I'll write you 100 words or less of a New Years Smooch!

Please give me fandoms/pairings/characters you know I write with reasonable regularity (or have written a lot in the past). I know I'm a multishipper of epic proportions, but I'm not feeling like writing stuff I'm not used to. I'd hate to disappoint you if you asked for something I don't feel like doing.

Feel free to ask for a few and throw a couple of harder (for me) ones in anyway, 'cause then I can be sure of at least writing you something but you might also get the thing you want to see.

Feel free to ask even if you normally just lurk!

Comments

*is demanding*

[feywood.livejournal.com]

Sam/Dean, hunting
Sam/Jess, first kiss
Seifer/Squall
Kevin/Paul
Alessan/Baerd

Sam/Dean

[wilderthan.livejournal.com]

It's typical. It's the thirty-first of December, or maybe it's the first of January, it's freezing cold, it's really, really dark, and Sam is lying in wait for a creature that'll hopefully be thick enough to fall into their trap. There are a thousand, thousand things wrong with this plan, and Sam's not really looking forward to finding out which part of it is going to fall apart first. Because it's almost guaranteed it will fall apart; that's their luck all over.

It would be better if he was at least spending the night with Dean by his side. Okay, he'd probably get irritating, but even if he doesn't care all that much about this new year crap, Sam kind of doesn't want to be alone for it.

Also, with Dean acting as bait for the critter... well, it's obvious, isn't it?

Sam sighs, squirms deeper into the damp little hidey-hole. His clothes are going to be all muddy, and he's not sure he'll ever be warm again. Thinking of what they could be doing doesn't help -- okay, it'd only be sitting in some dingy bar with a beer, or sitting in a motel bar with some beer, but. But they'd be together. And maybe, maybe he could've used it -- the new year -- as an excuse to finally kiss his brother. He doesn't think he's misread the messages in Dean's eyes, and he's wanted it so long. But. Fuck, it's not easy, you know?

Sam thinks that he might finally do it anyway. If they both come out of this unscathed, which would be a fucking miracle (please God, amen). He'll kiss Dean, finally get to hold him close enough and tight enough that he can pretend they'll never be parted again. He'll --

There's rustling in the bushes nearby. Sam's hand steals to his gun.

Time enough for all that later.

Sam/Jess

[wilderthan.livejournal.com]

"Are you ever going to kiss me?"

Sam was not normally so backward. Okay, he wasn't a complete slut like Dean, but he wasn't exactly a blushing virgin, either. Well. He did sometimes blush a bit, when a girl was particularly forward or something, but mostly he was okay. Well. Sometimes, if he really really liked a girl --

"Earth to Sam Winchester?"

She was smiling, which was a good sign. She didn't think he was a total freak. Yet. There was always time for him to apply his foot to his mouth in some epic way, of course.

"Um," he said, intelligently.

"I asked," she said, and damn but she was beautiful, smiling at him like that, eyes wicked with fun and yet not sharp, not judging, "if you were ever going to kiss me."

"Um," he said again, and then cleared his throat. "I, um -- "

"If the answer's yes, go ahead and do it," she said. "And by the way? I don't think you're a freak, and won't think you're a freak, I think you're really cute and I think you really, really need to kiss me right now."

"Um," Sam said, again, but kissing? Kissing, he knew how to do.

"Wow," she said, when he pulled back.

"Yeah," he said, getting rather lost in those eyes. After a moment, she smiled at him.

"Are you ever going to kiss me again?"

He decided to reply by doing so; his vocabulary had, apparently, been left behind. In bed. Or perhaps it was sat on the sofa watching the tv, maybe playing on his computer.

[darthanne.livejournal.com]

Will/Bran please

[wilderthan.livejournal.com]

In a way, it's easy. Bran doesn't know why but it's always felt like something that was meant to happen -- the two of them, together, lives colliding and tangling. His first memories of Will have gone blurry with time, but he does remember the feeling. Like coming home, like meeting an old friend who knows you by heart, like meeting a new person who turns out to be your soulmate, like...

In a way, it's hard. Because they're so close, so right, Bran's so afraid to lose it. His throat is tight, his heart constricted, thumping away erratically in his chest.

He's pretty sure it's going to happen anyway, dithering aside. For a start, they're barely inches apart now, so close that he can feel Will's breath soft and warm on his face, so he can almost feel the heat of Will's body.

For another thing, Will is reaching up, hesitating for a moment longer and then finally, finally touching him, sliding his fingers into his hair and pulling him closer, closer.

The clock ticks closer and closer to midnight, and for a moment they hold the tableau.

Bran takes a deep breath. "Can you wait?"

"No," Will says, and he doesn't even sound nervous. Bran's beyond nervous now, flying high, his heart racing, dizzy with the feel of Will's body even closer to his than it was before. He closes the distance entirely, pressing against Will, kisses him -- kisses him -- and for a long, long moment he's aware of nothing else in the world but Will's body under his hands, Will's lips under his.

"Happy New Year," he says, feeling giddy, crazy, starving for more of that touch.

Will doesn't reply, not in words.

[darthanne.livejournal.com]

Love this, you can really feel the emotion of the moment.

I very much enjoy the way you write these guys.

[wilderthan.livejournal.com]

Thank you. I just reread the sequence (to write proper reviews... great excuse, yis?) and now I really feel like writing the boys.

[dawnrune.livejournal.com]

Not sure how you define "a lot." If you're willing to write some FF fic, here are my requests:

Tifa/Aeris "life"
Zidane/Garnet "song"

Zidane/Garnet

[wilderthan.livejournal.com]

Zidane wakes to the sound of her voice. She's singing again, soft and clear, and for a few minutes, he just listens. When he opens his eyes, he finds her watching him. He'd expected her to be looking out of the window, but he supposes he is more fun to look at.

He sits up, grinning at her. "A brand new year," he says, stretching.

"You slept through the festivities."

"Well, if you'd come to bed on time, we might've done something more than sleep," he says, grinning. She almost doesn't blush, now, but he still catches the hint of pink in her cheeks.

"Zidane!"

He hops out of bed. "Dagger!"

She frowns at him a little. It's actually cute, the little wrinkle of her brow. He goes over to her and kisses her, even dips her down, and she splutters into a laugh halfway through. "Zidane," she says again, almost reproachfully.

"Let's spend this whole year together, okay?" he says, mostly serious, and her eyes sparkle.

"You think I'm ever letting you get away from me again?"

[misura.livejournal.com]

Bran/Barney (optional prompt: colours) or Simon/Will (optional prompt: lost at sea) - both from Susan Cooper's The Dark Is Rising?

Bran/Barney

[wilderthan.livejournal.com]

"Did I seriously just do that?"

Bran's smile is warm, amused, and thankgod, he doesn't seem to be freaking out. In fact, no one seems all that surprised, except maybe Barney himself. His siblings seem to be finding it pretty amusing, judging from the look on Jane's face -- she seems to be swallowing giggles -- and Simon's open laughter.

"Yes," Bran says, patting him on the shoulder a little. "Yep, you did."

"Did you mind?" It comes out in a bit of a squeak and Barney reddens even more, if that were possible. He wishes everybody would stop looking at them.

"No," Bran said, rolling his eyes.

"I won't do it again, I promise," Barney says, and the tips of his ears are burning.

Bran's voice is low, and god that accent gets sexier every time Barney hears it, and for a minute he has to make sure he isn't dreaming when he actually absorbs what Bran just said.

"Did you just say -- "

"I said it would be a shame," Bran says, again, amusement thickening his accent a little. He takes a step closer. "If you never kissed me again."

"Oh," Barney says, in a very small voice.

"Kiss him already," Simon says, in a stage whisper, laughter still bubbling through his voice.

"Shut up," Barney says, but his brother does give some very good advice, on occasion.