Tuesday: Fluff

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Happy Tuesday! I'm still calliopepurple and I'm still your host.

Today's theme is Fluff. All the tooth-rotting cuteness you can stand to type or look at will be here in one adorable post for your convenience. Reunions, weddings, declarations of love...anything happy or cute will make the people who read it happy as well.

The Rules
- No more than five prompts in a row or three for any given fandom. Once they're answered, you can ask for more.
- No spoilers in your prompt until at least 1 week after the original airing or publication date. If there are spoilers in your fic, you must warn in bold and leave at least 3 spaces.
- Please thank the people who fill your prompts. Everyone loves feedback.
- Be nice to the hardworking code monkeys and format your prompts correctly.

Formatting examples:

Final Fantasy X-2, Tidus/Yuna, together again
Yami no Matsuei, Muraki/Ukyou/Oriya, three-way wedding
author's choice, author's choice, second kisses are better than firsts

If happy just isn't your thing, the Lonely Prompts are always waiting to be filled.

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Final Fantasy X-2, Tidus/Yuna, together again

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Yami no Matsuei, Muraki/Ukyou/Oriya, three-way wedding

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Author's choice, author's choice, second kisses are better than firsts

Doctor Who, 11/Amy Pond, second kisses are better than firsts

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Warning: Spoilers for Doctor Who, Season Five, up until "Flesh and Stone". I don't think there are spoilers for "The Vampires of Venice", but there may be, so please be careful.





The "Done Thing"

Most people are all about first kisses. Maybe it's the excitement of kissing somebody new, or maybe it's the novelty, or maybe it's just because it's the "done thing" nowadays. Amy Pond disagrees. But then again, she's never been one to stick to what is the "done thing". After all, is it the "done thing" to run away with the supposedly imaginary friend of your childhood to explore the infinite realms of time and space the night before your wedding? Exactly.

Admittedly, some things she does do simply out of perversity. After her aunt insisted that her raggedy Doctor wasn't real, she started rebelling against a lot of things that her aunt considered to be the "done thing". But some things she really did believe in, and one of those was this: second kisses are better than firsts.

Take Rory, for example. She kissed him for the first time about two weeks after the Doctor had abandoned them both on the roof of a hospital and vanished without a word. She'd spent two weeks waiting for him. Just waiting. And then Rory came round to see her and one thing led to another and before she knew it, they were standing in her bedroom, leaning up against the wall – the wall that used to have that crack – and he was trying to suck her face off. It was both good and not so good, the result of nerves and stress and the fact that they'd gone from yelling about the Doctor to making out in less than a minute. It was their first.

Their second kiss, on the other hand, was a more sedate affair. Rory was a very talented kisser when he wasn't under stress, when he wasn't desperately trying to convince her that she didn't need some fairy tale raggedy Doctor to sweep her away when he was right here with her. His lips were soft; his tongue was gentle. It was very... nice. Comfortable. Safe.

There. Proof that second kisses are better than firsts.

Or take the Doctor himself. She kissed him for the first time after both of them had nearly been killed countless times by psychotic alien angel statues on a far off planet. The circumstances were about as dissimilar from kissing Rory as they possibly could be, but she didn't care. It was the night before her wedding, but that didn't matter. It was her raggedy Doctor. The man she'd longed for since childhood. The man she'd waited fourteen years to see again and she wasn't going to give him up. She loved Rory, but it just wasn't the same.

The kiss itself, though, was a complete mess. With hindsight, she could see that she came on far too strong. Probably terrified the life out of him. Men – even nine-hundred-year-old alien men from beyond the stars – can get freaked out when a girl is coming onto them like that. She freaked him out and he backed off. It made sense, even if it ruined the damn kiss.

Their second kiss, though. Oh, their second kiss. Having just survived the latest dangerous alien encounter – nothing too interesting, just a war between a race of armadillo-people and their parasitic eel-like foes, the latter of whom nearly managed to kill Amy herself – she awoke on her sick bed to the sound of his voice and the sight of his smile. She couldn't quite remember how it happened: something about his hand in her hair and kiss on her forehead, then her drawing him down into that second kiss, but it seemed somehow confused.

But that second kiss. Oh, that second kiss. Amy had never really described anything as perfect before, but if there was such a thing as a perfect kiss, than that was it.

First kisses. Who needed them? For Amy Pond, second kisses would always be the best.

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BtVS, Tara/Willow, good magic.

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BtVS, Buffy/Spike, "I thought you were dead."

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Primeval, Abby & Connor, watching a movie together

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Sanctuary, Ashley & Helen, hugs

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Sanctuary, Kate/Will, anniversary

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Sanctuary, Kate/Will, kisses

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DCU, Kon/Tim/Cissie, sharing an ice cream sundae.

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Stargate SG-1, Cassandra & Sam, game of chess

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DCU, Scott/Barda, unusual domestic bliss.

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Hamlet, Hamlet/Horatio, happier days.

Moast Excellent Fancies

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It was a day of excellent fancy, before the death of the elder Hamlet. Hamlet the Younger could not have been more than eighteen years, and Horatio was of a similar age, and together they had frolicked happily among the Danish fields.

In Hamlet’s memories – at his maddest moments, these are golden times, almost literally rayed and gilded with sunlight. They would gambol with the jester under a canopy, eating honey dates and watching the jugglers.

There were, perhaps, moments stolen with Horatio, but these he would not share with anyone else.

All of these Hamlet holds to his chest like a shield as he slips away.

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SPN, Dean/Castiel, Their First Time

You want fluff? I got your fluff right here!!

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Dean actually thought of it as his first time, too.

Not because it was his first time with another man, or his first time with someone who was not quite human, but because everything about the experience was totally new.

Having to literally explain himself was new. Saying, "No, you have to go slower or it's going to hurt," was new. But also the way Castiel looked at him, like an eager student of a teacher who could open up all the secrets of the universe-- that was new. The way Cas had absolutely no expectations, that was new too.

And Castiel gasping as he was touched for the first time, leaning forward and grabbing Dean's arm in sudden panic, his eyes wide and blinking fast, swallowing hard -- oh, that was so new.

Dean having to tell him to relax, close his eyes, enjoy it, and then watching him fight to hold his composure as his face flooded with red excitement -- completely new.

The feel of a body on top of his, warm and strong, and the sense that dark wings were wrapping around him in a cocoon of love -- that was utterly new, too.

And the sensation of being connected, not just in the juncture of their bodies but the feeling that Dean knew Castiel now, knew him in a way that he'd never known anyone -- in the Biblical sense, he might even say without joking in the least --

that was so very new.

And lying beside a naked form, clasped together in the night, it was completely new for Dean to lean over and whisper, "I love you."

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SPN, Dean/Castiel, First (Real) Date

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Sanctuary, Kate/Will, sleeping together

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DCU, Connor/Kyle, sunlight and sketchbooks

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DCU, Connor/Roy, target practice

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Roy likes to watch his brother practice. He’s not his father, who makes archery look like breathing, but Connor is still very, very good. And sometimes, he breaks out that awful awkward-looking Japanese longbow that Roy likes to tease him for, and he’s gorgeous. All grace and fluidity like a big cat, the same slow motions over and over again. Subtle, minute alterations every time, because ‘very, very good’ isn’t good enough for him. He’s trying for perfect – not to outdo his father or because he wants bragging rights, but simply for the sake of doing it perfectly, because he loves to do it. And that’s what makes him a joy to watch. And okay, it doesn’t hurt that Connor tends to practice without a shirt on, either.

He’s all... focused, and Roy wonders what it would be like to see that look of intense concentration focused of a person -- on him.

Connor catches his eye, and for a moment Roy feels a little guilty for perving on him. But Connor smiles, not his normal cool, polite one, but a crooked grin that makes him look a bit like Ollie, and Roy realizes he knows exactly what he’s doing.

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Sanctuary, Kate/Will, kiss it better

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Will comes into Kate's room, sucking on his finger, brows contorted in an expression that could only be described as grumpy.

Kate, sitting propped up on her pillows and reading a magazine, can't help but laugh when she sees him. "Well, well, looks like someone's a cranky pants today."

"Shut up," he mutters as he nudges her with his hip. She scoots over to make room for him and he settles in next to her. "Your little pet bit me."

"Ralphie?"

"What other little pet do you have?"

She grins and rests her head on his shoulder. "You."

"Because I'm in pain, I'm letting that go." She doesn't even have to look up to know that he's scowling.

"Let me see it." She takes his hand and examines his finger, looking for where her baby bit him. She sees a tiny tear across the skin of his index finger and giggles. It wasn't even bleeding. "He didn't bite you. It was more of a friendly nip."

"Yeah, well he can keep his nips to himself. They hurt."

"Aww, poor baby." She brings her hand up to her lips, kissing the tiny cut. "There. All better."

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Sanctuary, Kate/Will & Magnus (pn verse), goodnight kisses

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Hetalia, Greece/Japan, Snuggling and napping in the sun surrounded by cats.

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SGA, John/Carson, terms of endearment

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NCIS, Gibbs/Fornell, kiss and make-up

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“What do you mean there’s no one there?”

Fornell glared at Gibbs. “It’s lunch time, and we don’t know why the elevator’s stuck. Could be a terrorist attack, or a fire, so the building’s being evacuated.”

“So we’re stuck here?”

“For the time being, yeah.” He shrugged. “What’s the matter Jethro, annoyed cause it’s not your elevator we’re stuck in?”

Jethro snorted. “Least my team would be trying to get me out!”

Fornell rose with a growl at the back of his throat to defend his team. “Ron and Yusiff are out trying to clear up your guys mess, and Maya’s going over surveillance. She’ll figure something’s up soon.” He hoped, cause when Maya was going through surveillance, she tended to get caught up in it and forget the world outside. Plus the number of times he and Gibbs had utilised this elevator for conferences, he suspects the first anyone’ll realise something is up is when Emily’s school calls.

And even then, Sacks will probably go and pick Emily up, before they check they’re O.K.

The same thoughts apparently are running their way through Gibb’s head.

“Damit.”

The elevator echoes with the sound of the punch.

“Stop that. You’ll make it worse.” He shrugs. “What’s so important you’ve got to be back anyway? Paperwork?”

Gibbs is staring ahead. “Meeting with Vance.”

“you’re not thinking of retiring again are you? Jethro, you were miserable in Mexico.”

“How do you know?”

“Aside from you calling every day? Di asked if we were dating.”

“And what did you say?” As Tobias moved to try the intercom again, he repeated. “Tobias, what did you say?”

Fornell turned back to him, eyes blazing. “You can relax Gibbs, I kept your precious secret. Told Di you were finding retirement a bit of a challenge and wanted to chat.”

He groaned, leaning back against the wall. “Dam it Gibbs, I swore after last time I was over you. Sick of being your dirty secret.”

“And if that changed?” He could hear Gibbs sitting down next to him, and turned to glare at him.

“Don’t offer things you’re not prepared to back up on, Gibbs. I meant what I said.”

“I know you did.” There was a pause, as he said, “That’s why I’m seeing Vance.”

Fornell lifted his head, cautiously, like a turtle looking out of it’s shell. “What?”

Gibbs shrugged. “Over retirement age anyway. Vance can do what the hell he pleases, NCIS doesn’t have an official policy.”

Fornell looked at him, apparently trying to make up his mind. “You’re serious.”

“Yept.”

Fornell’s head was still on one side. “Why?”

Gibbs snorted. “Being thinking about a lot of stuff, he begain, before Fornell held up a hand.

“Truth, Jethro.”

In answer, Gibb’s fingers came up, stroking along the lines of Tobias’s beard.

“Realised how much I stood to lose.”

The kiss was unexpected and rough. Neither was really sure what it meant, except that it meant something.

It probably would have led to something too, if a voice hadn’t come up, banging on the door. “Boss? You Alright?”

Fornell fell back, muttering darkly about dinutso, as the elevator suddenly sprung into life. Sacks, Tony and McGee stood, with Maya hovering nervously in the background.

“I’m sorry, boss, but the maintenance guys said there was no hint anything was wrong with the lift. Looks like someone hacked in and over rode the system.”

“Well get a trace on it.

“On it, Boss.” Maya slipped down into her desk, running her eyes over the slightly dishevelled appearance of the two men. She further smiled when she saw an email in her inbox from bertthehippo@hotmail.com, with a video attachment.

“I’ve done my part. Now you do yours.” Was all it said.

Maya smiled, as she began deleting all evidence of a hacker in the system.

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SGA, Rodney/Clone!Carson, a fresh start

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Charmed, Wyatt & Chris, First time Wyatt is protective of the new baby brother

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(So, um, yeah. This is not fluff. Oops.)


"You've gotta look out for him," Mama says. "That's what older siblings do." She kisses Wyatt's cheek. "Your Aunt Phoebe and Aunt Paige? They're my little sisters. Anyone that wants to hurt 'em has to go through me."

"Chris is my little brother," Wyatt says, nodding firmly, meaning the words with every fiber of his seven-year-old being. "Don't worry, Mama. I'll protect him."

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Fourteen years later, Wyatt holds out his hand. "Chris," he says. "I'm your big brother. Come with me."

Wyatt is well on the way to making the world as safe as it can be. Chris is the only family left he claims.

Chris is crying, his whole body trembling, as he stares at Wyatt's hand.