It was more important to her that she die a human ([info]darlas_mom) wrote,
@ 2007-05-27 22:46:00
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Entry tags:angel, connor, dark angel, fic, heroes, hhg, incestfic, meme, writing

First kisses meme
'Cause all the cool kids are doing it. ;-) Gacked in this case from [info]pathstotread:

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

Heather bonus: In those fandoms of mine where the first kiss was onscreen and made much of, either in fandom or in the trailers, I'll write the last kiss of the couple of your choice. :-D

For new people to my flist ( ::waves:: Hi!!!), my fandoms are: "Angel," "Buffy," "Firefly," "Farscape," "Heroes," "Dark Angel," "Supernatural," "Doctor Who," "Star Wars," "Good Omens," "Lord of the Rings," "Pirates of the Caribbean," "X-Men," "Hitch Hiker's Guide To The Galaxy," "Dexter," "The 4400," "House," "Law and Order: SVU," "Batman," "Queer as Folk" and just this once, just for Katers and Fodlet, "Smallville."


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[info]kita0610
2007-05-28 04:04 am UTC (link)
Hello. I think you know who I want. *beams*

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[info]darlas_mom
2007-05-28 04:05 am UTC (link)
LOL. All right, all right. First or last? ;-)

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[info]kita0610
2007-05-28 04:07 am UTC (link)
Last would be really depressing. I had a bad day. I do not want depressing.

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[info]runcible
2007-05-28 04:11 am UTC (link)
ZAPHOD/TRILLIAN

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[info]darlas_mom
2007-05-28 05:29 am UTC (link)
Everything seemed to be made of light and dark, heat and cold. The interior of the ship was a glowy warmth that held her in, stimulating her senses even as the mouth on hers was doing. Lips and teeth and tongue all intertwined with her own and three separate hands tangling in her hair while another set of lips and teeth and tongue were busying themselves with her neck and shoulder. The sky outside was cold, the teeth against her neck were cold, and all around her, there were stars.

Trillian pulls back, looks into four perfectly matching, slightly stupid eyes and cracks a smile. "So I guess you really are from outer space, then?"

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[info]runcible
2007-05-28 06:37 am UTC (link)
OMG. LOVE. OMG. SOOO HOT. <3333

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[info]chaos_by_design
2007-05-28 04:34 am UTC (link)
Oooh. Can you write me Connor/Angel?


Thanks. :)

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[info]darlas_mom
2007-06-06 08:12 am UTC (link)
He met the wall face-first, clenching his teeth against the primal fear and pain that gripped his chest at the same instant the demon behind him

(his father)

gripped his arms and stole the possibility of moving away.

Steven loathes more than anything the feeling of being helpless.

There is harsh breathing in his ear and a dark voice whispers, "I am not gonna hurt you. Stop trying to run out of here like I am."

Steven laughs bitterly at that. He can feel blood pooling just under the surface of Angelus' hands, collecting in dark, purple bruises that will fade before he even gets a good look at them. That's the magic of his blood, of Angelus' blood, that makes him sick every time he thinks of it. Steven jerks his head back, arching his neck to bring the back of his skull hard against Angelus' face. There's a groan, a wince and suddenly his arms free.

Steven makes it about three steps to the door before the wind is knocked out of him and there's a heavy body pinning him to the floor.

"Stop it, please!" Angelus cries out with a desperation that Steven is unprepared for. "Can't we just--"

"No." Steven cuts him off fiercely. They can't just. "Just" implies a simplicity they will never have. "Just" implies that something, anything, could be fair here.

Angelus turns him roughly around, leaning down into Steven's face with a look that heralds anger and promises tears. "I just don't want you to run off and get hurt."

Oh, those words bite. They sting. It's too late to spare him of any pain, too late to save him from the darkness of this world or any other. That darkness is part of him now, engrained in his consciousness as firmly as the scents of Hell and death, as deeply as the knowledge that he is all-too-similar to the monster above him.

"Connor..." Angelus murmurs with pleading. "I love you."

Another bitter laugh. "How 'bout now?"

Steven's body jerks forward, his face coming up near Angelus' and suddenly Steven's mouth is filled with blood as his teeth sink hard into his captor's lower lip.

It tastes like the smell of iron ore, like the bitterest of medicines ever fed to him, with a gift inside.

Angelus tastes like home.

He's not even aware of when the connection stops being teeth, starts being tongue, and for one second, both of them are reprieved in a kiss.

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[info]marciaelena
2007-06-06 09:20 am UTC (link)
Gaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Angelus tastes like home.

YES. OMG yes!

He's not even aware of when the connection stops being teeth, starts being tongue, and for one second, both of them are reprieved in a kiss.

*flails incoherently*

MORE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Pretty please? ::bats eyelashes:: I want to read about their first fuck too. ;-)

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[info]kita0610
2007-06-07 01:55 am UTC (link)
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.

/high pitched whale sound.

LOFFFFFF

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[info]marciaelena
2007-05-28 09:21 pm UTC (link)
Do I have to say it? *grin*

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[info]darlas_mom
2007-06-01 08:26 pm UTC (link)
This turned out more sweet than hot...no worries, though. [info]chaos_by_design wanted Angel/Connor, too, so hotness will be forthcoming after this. :-D

--

So far, one word was perfectly defining their evening, and that word was--

"Gah!"

--and that was the sixth time it had been uttered.

"It just pushed me off the floating log thing! I didn't jump, it pushed me." Angel complained, gesturing wildly at the screen.

"Well, duh." Connor replied, looking at him like that should be obvious. "You're supposed to move fast on this one, you're not supposed to stand on any of those things forever." As his turn came up, Connor navigated the level with ease in less than two minutes. It was also the sixth time this had happened.

"How'd you get so good at this?" Angel grumbled, looking distinctly put out.

Connor looked at him as if, once more, this should be self-evident. "It's NES. There's only four buttons."

"Yeah, but..."

Connor raised his eyebrows.

Angel sighed. "I don't suck. I'm just old."

"Yeah, okay." Connor said. "Can't wait to see how bad you are on an Xbox. There's nine buttons on that one."

"Oh, God." Angel groaned.

Connor grinned. "I'm gonna grab something to eat. You want anything?"

"Nah. I'm good." Angel turned his attention back to trying to get Mario across the fourth level without falling off the screen. A moment passed in silence as Connor, halfway off the couch, paused to watch him.

"Hey."

Angel looked up. "Hm?"

Connor hesitated a minute. "You're actually kinda cool, you know that?"

Angel beamed as if he'd been awarded a Nobel Peace Prize. "Thanks."

Connor's lips twitched once more in a smile as he bent down and pressed them against Angel's, then drew back once more. "Cool."

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[info]marciaelena
2007-06-02 03:54 am UTC (link)
Aw. This really is sweet. And funny. I love it. Though of course I want to know what happens next. ;-)

Am waiting for the hotness too--god, I'm craving some more C/A.

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[info]ros_fod
2007-06-02 05:24 am UTC (link)
FLAPPY HANDS! FLAPPY HANDS! FLAPPY HANDS OF JOY!

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[info]kita0610
2007-06-02 05:24 am UTC (link)
*SQUEAK*

MOREMOREMORE

*bangs spoon*

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[info]jakisbishlygay
2007-05-29 02:27 am UTC (link)
Alec and Ben from Dark Angel.

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[info]darlas_mom
2007-06-17 07:47 pm UTC (link)
I think I departed a bit from canon here, and I do apologize for that, as well as for the length of time it's taken me to do, but this was the idea that popped in my head, so there you are.

--

494 never really understood the isolation some of his unit's comrades occasionally spoke of when they were young. From the earliest memory he has, it's seemed to him that he was never alone.

This was not due to any particular bonding he shared with his unit, but a single, unique awareness lurking in the back of his mind that somewhere out there, there was another like him, someone out there who shared that same awareness.

He's practically a grown man before he gets an explanation.

"Ben was 493...you must've been twinned."

He knew it before she told him. Not long after what his superiors were referring to as his "Berrisford failure," they took him down to the labs to show him what exactly happened to failures at Manticore.

There's very little in the world that can prepare a person for seeing their own face on a bloody corpse--fresh stitches in the chest from where the autopsy had been conducted--lying on a cold, metal gourney.

They locked him in with the body for nearly a day, wanting to make absolutely certain their message sunk in.

At first, it was terrifying while 494 stared at that face and felt his own mortality creeping inside him like bile in his throat, but he'd been trained to adapt himself to anything, everything, and began to school his mind to see not himself, but the body of a comrade. Or, he supposed, a brother.

He wondered how 493 had met his end, what failure had led them to do this to him. 494 became viscerally uncomfortable and almost sad as an image, unbidden, crawled into his mind of a child entertaining himself with drawing pictures in his own breath on a window pane, staring across the compound at another window where he could see other X5s watching someone entertain them with shadows.

He knew, without knowing how, that the corpse on the table had been the shadow-boy. He remembered being the one that drew in air and light.

494 drew close to the table and looked on the body for another minute, then took cold comfort from it in the form of a kiss against unresponsive lips.

Later, they came for him and let him out.

"Do you understand what happens to failures, 494?" They had asked.

"Yes, sir." He'd replied.

Failure at Manticore meant cost.

493 had paid with his life. 494 had paid with a connection he'd never understood but taken comfort from just the same.

Because they failed, 493 was dead and 494 was at last truly alone.

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[info]jakisbishlygay
2007-06-17 08:16 pm UTC (link)
*bawls her eyes out*

That was perfect!

*sniffles*

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[info]green_wing
2007-06-17 11:07 pm UTC (link)
*sobs uncontrollably* omgomgomg poor Alec...poor poor Alec :(

What a way to find the other half of your soul, what a terrible thing to have done to you *hugs Alec*

I loved Ben so much, I really wish we could have seen Ben and Alec together, but this is a lovely little way of saying goodbye *hugs both X5s*

*sniffle* Thank you *hugs darlas-mom too*

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[info]soulstar
2007-05-30 12:53 am UTC (link)
Hey - I thought I should give you a heads-up on this in case you haven't seen it: http://liz-marcs.livejournal.com/266024.html

And since I'm here... Crowley/Aziraphale? *hopeful*

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[info]bitter_crimson
2007-06-01 11:19 pm UTC (link)
OKAY OKAY I FINALLY SHOWED UP.

I will give you many options.

Clark/Lex, first kiss. (Because I am easy and they are all OTP-y.)
OR!
Mohinder/Sylar, last kiss.
OR!
River/Simon, last kiss.
OR!
...by X-Men, do you mean the movies? Or the comics? Or another iteration? Or multiple versions? Uh, if it's the comics, then I request Emma/Kitty, first kiss.

OKAY I THINK THAT SHOULD GIVE YOU ENOUGH OPTIONS TO CHOOSE FROM. =D

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[info]darlas_mom
2007-06-06 12:08 pm UTC (link)
Nakamura was out.

Barricading that door with his body, perhaps with mere seconds to live, Mohinder could've cried for that fact. Nakamura was out and it was going to change.

He listens to the fight raging outside, feeling the approach of his fate, and wonders if he will even be able to perceive it when time is rewritten. The laws of physics imply otherwise, and yet what relevance does any of that have here?

The door gives and the floor seems to rush up at him in slow motion. Bullets miss him by inches as Parkman and his task force burst into the room.

But that doesn't fit, he thinks. How can they miss him when he's lying on the ground?

A breath of icy wind breaks into the room and Mohinder gets his answer.

None of the task force is aiming at him.

They're aiming at Sylar.

Mohinder can only stare numbly as this truth sinks in. Sylar--Sylar--Sylar's alive--Sylar's here--

Peter Petrelli is down in the hall, a bullet lodged in his forehead. Dead or merely waiting to regenerate, Mohinder doesn't know, but it's rapidly ceasing to matter as Sylar turns his all-consuming will and endless array of stolen powers on the task force.

Men instantly freeze, men explode into nothing so much as bloody tissue, men are propelled by a violent wave of telekinesis out the shattering windows, men die all around him.

Killed by Sylar.

Sylar's alive.

Mohinder scrambles backwards through the carnage, praying only that he can somehow get away before--

Sylar notices him.

And smiles.

"Hello, old friend."

Caught now, Mohinder can only stare as his brain wildly races in panic, struggling to process this, one of his deepest fears, the stuff of five years' nightmares suddenly brought into life. "How is this possible?"

"Oh, I think you should know by now that everything's possible. Especially when it comes to me." Sylar walks easily towards him through all the death, looking for all the world like he's bloody missed this.

"Nakamura's gone back." Mohinder says with confidence he doesn't feel. "He's going to stop you. You're going to die."

"Am I?" Sylar says with quiet curiosity, kneeling down beside Mohinder with a smile. "A reasonable person might suggest that you've got that backwards."

Mohinder nearly retches as Sylar touches his cheek with a blood-smeared hand. "Yes, well...of all the things I've wanted to call you over the years, 'reasonable' was never one of them."

Sylar's smile widens, if such a thing is possible.

Nakamura got out, Mohinder thinks desperately. This is going to end. This is going to be overwritten. This will never have happened.

Sylar's gore-covered fingers slide back into Mohinder's hair and for one instant, their eyes meet.

"I'll miss you, professor." Sylar says simply, bending slightly to press a kiss to the corner of Mohinder's mouth.

This is never going to happen, Mohinder thinks.

It's the last thing he does.

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[info]bitter_crimson
2007-06-06 12:44 pm UTC (link)
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

Five-Years-Gone-'verse! Sylar/Peter battling! Lots and lots of gore! Time travel and its resultant paradoxes! AND OF COURSE THE MOHINDER/SYLAR. You! You, I LOVE YOU.

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[info]green_wing
2007-06-17 11:03 pm UTC (link)
I don't know if you know these two characters from Heroes but my OTP is Ted/Matt and I'd love to see their first kiss :)

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[info]katers007
2008-04-28 02:54 am UTC (link)
Aw, you make me happy "Five Years Gone" exists, which is no easy task. ;)

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