Before the craziness of a million 'tobers, let's have a nice uncrazy mini-challenge for September--a celebration of The Kiss. Five fics due on each Monday in September, with a choice of two prompts for each week. Or you can swap out any week for one of our four jokers. All fandoms welcome! No pressure--except from your character's lips!
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The prompts are as follows:
9/1 kissing under the stars / surprise kiss
9/8 kissing a wound or hurt / drunken kisses
9/15 kiss my ass / "shut up and kiss me"
9/22 kissing a body part other than the face / magical kisses
9/29 goodnight kiss / sealed with a kiss
jokers: sleepy kisses, kiss of death, kiss and tell, first kiss
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9/29 sealed with a kiss + joker: first kiss- @kisstember 2025- Week 5
Their Sacred Vow
Author's note: couldn't resist doing two of these for this week, lol; this is a possibility for their first kiss; aka, could go a couple of ways and this is one of them
Evangeline
Rounding the corner, suddenly someone was grabbing her arm. She tensed as they pushed her back against the shelf. Only to be flooded with annoyance as she saw who it was.
"Princess." she griped, glaring at the woman towering over her. "What are you-"
A hand came over her mouth as Callisto hissed, "Shh!" She wasn't even looking at Evangeline. Just kept looking over and around the edge of the shelf.
Feathers ruffling, Evangeline didn't take kindly to being manhandled. Her family was one thing. As were the noblemen Natalia kept pushing her way. But Callisto? They may be on better terms now that she'd become friends with Gareth, but that still didn't give her the right to shove her around!
So she did the first thing that came to her mind to at least get the hand off her mouth.
"What the-?!" Callisto jerked her hand away. "Did you just lick me?" she whispered.
Evangeline glared at her. "Well, what else was I supposed to do? You- hey!" She dug her feet against the floor as Callisto attempted to pull her further back among the shelves. "Would you care to explain just what-"
"Would you just care to shut up?" Callisto hissed, still looking over her shoulder, even though they were barely visible to any who might pass by now.
Scoffing, Evangeline rolled her eyes. "No, I would not. Just because-"
Suddenly, she had no choice but to stop speaking. Because Callisto was kissing her. Honest to gods, kissing her.
Everything went still and much too much all at once. She became very aware of her wings, slowly being pressed into the larger surface sticking around the bottom of the bookshelves. And of her hands. What was she supposed to do with her hands? She ended up gripping onto Callisto's shirt as the other princess lifted her up. Now she was sitting on that larger shelf's edge, rather than it digging into the back of her hips.
Callisto, of course, was far more sure of herself than Evangeline. She took control like a painter with a brush to their canvas. One of her hands stayed firmly on Evangeline's waist, while the other threaded through her hair, fingers and palm cupping the back of her head far too gently for a warrior of her strength. Every gasp and sigh Evangeline made was stolen by her lips.
As she was pulled deeper and deeper into the kiss, Evangeline couldn't help but let her mind wander. After all, she'd dreamed of this moment. As time had passed, the faceless woman of her forbidden fantasies had become more⌠clear. More like⌠like Callisto. Gods, she had tried to stop. She'd tried to cast those thoughts from her mind. She'd tried to be good.
But being here? Right now? Oh, nothing had ever felt more right.
Faintly, she heard voices nearby, but with her heart beating in her ears and Callisto's hand moving further up her back⌠She found she didn't care.
As they left, however, falling silent with distance, Callisto was pulling away. And Evangeline was too light-headed to do more than sit there, still stunned.
Callisto cleared her throat, lips swollen and face flush. "Thanks for the help."
And then she was gone as soon as she'd appeared.
As she left, though⌠Evangeline felt a tug in her chest.
Dread sank through her, down to her bones.
Her feet took her through the shelves, up the stairs. She knew every noble's library like the back of her hand. So this one should have⌠there!
She pulled "Avian Mating and Its History" from the shelf. Even though it was a different edition than the one she had back home, she'd still read enough copies to know where the passage she was looking for was.
Some avians experience a magical bond where they mate for life. Because of this bond's nature, may inadvertently or intentionally link their soul with another's. Once tied, they are unable to break this bond in any way, with the exception of death.
In order to create this bond, the avian must choose their intended as the one they wish to be tied to. Unlike typical mating bonds, this bond does not require reciprocated feelings of both parties. However, this link is still made during a consensual physical act of intimacy between the individuals, such as intercourse or, in some cases, just a simple kiss. Because of this, these bonds have been made accidentally in the past and then exploited by half of the bonded pair, as with this particular bond, an avian can only reproduce with their mate. The reasons of how or why this is possible have yet to be determined. Some theorists suggest that this may be because of a past curse cast upon the avian race, perhaps by a spurned lover.
Symptoms of a chosen bond can include:
-a primal or instinctual need not to be far from one's bonded
-heats aligning with one's bonded
-feelings of-
Snapping the book shut, Evangeline put it down with shaking hands.
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Bleach (Anime & Manga)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Hirako Shinji/Sarugaki Hiyori
Characters: Sarugaki Hiyori, Hirako Shinji
Additional Tags: Alcohol, Light Angst, Mild Sexual Content
Summary:
Today is the anniversary of the Visoredâs transformation, and itâs just Hiyori, her thoughts, and a bottle of booze. Until Shinji shows up and they fall back into old patterns.
Iâm baaaaaaaack, this time for @kisstember 2025! Week 2 was âdrunken kisses.â And yes, I know weâre way past week 2 lol.
Shut Up and Kiss Me
This is my week three fic for kisstember! Prompt is "shut up and kiss me!"
Rating: Teen and Up
Fandom: Arrow (CW); The Flash (CW)
Pairing: Barry Allen/Felicity Smoak
Words: 1008
Summary: Barry Allen and Felicity Smoak are soulmates in a universe where you can hear your soulmate's inner thoughts. Felicity's lack of a filter keeps things interesting.
*Oops, that came out wrong. Please donât take that literally, Mr. Guy Iâm just splitting a cab with⌠*
Barry chuckled. Based upon nothing more than her inner thoughts, his soulmate seemed to have a permanent case of foot in mouth disease.
*Did I really just talk about Oliverâs penetration? I meant arrows! Arrows penetratingâaaaagh! Somebody get me out of hereâŚ*
Wait, Oliver? Oliver Queen? The Arrow? Is that even possible? I know him!
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Sophieâs scream tears through the night as the curse takes hold, and the mage savors it, the sound of her agony sweeter than any victory.
He steps back, his task complete. Eliot lies dead in her arms, his body still, his spirit severed. And Sophie⌠Sophie is broken, cursed to wander through endless lives, never knowing peace, never reclaiming the love that was stolen from her.
The mage turns his back on them, his cloak billowing in the wind as he walks away, leaving the cliff behind. Nymara will fall. The guardians are no more.
Tagged with absolutely no pressure for joining:
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âGood morning class, I am Miss Thompson. You will all address me as Miss throughout our time together, do you understand me?â
âYes, Miss,â I chorus with the rest of my classmates. Some more enthusiastically than others. Miss Thompson doesnât look like any teacher Iâve ever had. In her pale pink sundress and white cowboy boots, she canât be more than five years older than Juan Gallegos, who is a year older than the rest of us and taking this class for the second time.
Juan seems to think the same thing, because he raises a hand. âOh, Miss?â he calls at the same time.
âPlease wait for me to call on you, young man,â she says sternly.
âOh, of course, Miss,â he says with a chuckle. âI was wondering what your policy was on after school extra credit?â
âWhy?â she asks coolly. âDo you think youâll need some?â
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood & Manga
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Jean Havoc/Roy Mustang
Characters: Roy Mustang, Jean Havoc, Riza Hawkeye, Team Mustang
Additional Tags: Kisstember 2025, Prompt Fic, Post-Promised Day, Prompt : kiss my ass, Prompt : shut up and kiss me, vague background Havoroyai if you squint
Summary:
First Lieutenant Havoc is not happy with the temporary re-organisation of Team Mustang following his return.
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Nothing Special (Webcomic)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Callie Benson/Declan Hickey
Characters: Callie Benson, Declan Hickey, Radish (Nothing Special)
Additional Tags: Minor Injuries, Kissing, Fluff, Mild Blood, Slice of Life
Summary:
Callie returns from the job with a cut and a hope for a future scar.
Another fic for @kisstember 's 9/1 prompt: kissing under the stars. This time, the smooches go to my favorite post-apocalyptic throuple, Eli, Zoe & Troy. đ
Fandom: Wake the Dead (Playchoices)
Characters: Eli Sipes x Zoe Rivera (F!MC) x Troy Hassan
Rating: Teen
Words: ~800
Summary: Zoe loves kissing under the stars - but tonight that leads to mayhem - and perhaps a miracle or two, too!
The deck creaked beneath Zoeâs feet as she stepped outside, lifting her eyes toward the night sky. The stars were burning bright tonight, glistening like a thousand flecks of gold falling across a tar-black sky. The silence echoed around her, and for a moment, she thought they were shrinking just for her. She cherished moments like this; it's what carried her through the hard times, which she knew were always lurking around every corner.
The peaceful interlude was interrupted when footsteps sounded behind her, but she didnât need to turn. She knew Eliâs stride as well as she knew her own heartbeat. He had yet to say a word when the bushes rustled below, and he moved protectively in front of her. Zoe rolled her eyes. She could take care of herself , and sheâd be sure to remind him of that later, but she had to admit, his presence did calm her in ways she could never fully explain.
They surveyed the area closely, confident their culprit was nabbed when a tiny raccoon scurried away. With the âthreatâ gone, Eli took a step away, but Zoe had other plans. With a sparkle in her eye and an impish grin on her lips, she clutched Eliâs tattered shirt with her fists and pulled him close. Â
âWhat are you...â
The words had barely escaped him when her lips crashed into his â soft, warm, and possessive â they claimed him in a way only she knew how to do. His hand quickly found her waist. Resistance was futile, and the two of them were absorbed by the tender moment. But it didnât last long. The sound of crunching leaves startled them, and they reached for their bows with practiced ease. But once again, it was a friendly intruder.
âWell, well, well,â Troy drawled, the cocky tone in his voice leaving no question that it was him.
Zoe laughed without letting Eli go. âHello, Troy.â
Troy leaned against the railing, the moonlight glistening off his signature grin. He eyed them up and down judgmentally before he continued.
âSo, what have I stumbled upon? You two - locking lips under the stars like youâre the stars of some cheesy, post-apocalyptic romance, while I stand here â my lips tragically alone. Deserted. Sad. Iâm left to wander this zombie-infested wasteland, unloved and unwanted....â Â
Eli rolled his eyes as Zoe giggled, âTroy, please. You  know I canât resist kissing under the stars... and your lips... well, they just werenât here when they were needed.â Â
âWait a second,â Eli groaned. âAre you saying I was kissed solely out of... convenience?â
âOf course not, sweetheart,â Zoe started, but Troy cut in, clutching his chest dramatically.
âEli, donât you dare complain! I should have expected it - people warned me. In every throuple, one poor soul gets left out in the cold, and, apparently, tonight â thatâs me. Poor, pathetic me, standing here while the two people who are supposed to love me....â
âOh, for fuckâs sake!â Eli grabbed the front of Troyâs jacket and yanked him into a fiery kiss â a kiss filled with such passion that Troyâs toes curled, and with it, a miracle occurred â he rendered Troy Hassan speechless. Â
When Eli pulled back, Troy blinked in stunned silence.
âWow!" Zoe exclaimed. âIt looks like Iâm not the only one who canât resist kissing under the stars.â
âNo,â Eli muttered, fighting the faintest smirk. âI just wanted to shut him up.â
"Well, you did that!" She grinned. "And you've left Troy speechless - that qualifies as a miracle."
Troy finally came to, still dazed but grinning. âWell, congratulations, Eli. You managed the impossible. But for the record,â he looped an arm around each of them and pulled them close, âthe best kisses under the stars are when all three of us are involved.â
Zoe laughed softly, leaning in as all their lips found each others. âI have to admit, you're right on that one, Troy."
âYeah,â Eli chuckled. âI have to agree as well."
âWow!â Zoe exclaimed, searching the night sky. âThose must be magical stars! Eli left Troy speechless, and the three of us are in agreement! How often does that happen?"
"Pretty much never," Troy concurred. "But - even though we're in agreement - I think the three of us should kiss again - you know, just to prove the theory, once and for all."
"Of course," Zoe cooed. "We wouldn't want to leave anything that important to chance."
Eli rolled his eyes again - even though he was clearly unbothered. "Oh, fine," he scoffed. "But only for research purposes - and if the two of you tell the others I've gone soft - I'll never kiss either of you again."
"As if you could resist," Zoe said, locking lips with Eli once more.
"She's got you there, Sipes," Troy laughed.
Their lips met again, this time slower, more deliberate, as all three found themselves lost in the warmth between them. The deck creaked beneath their weight, and the forest echoed around them.
"Why don't we move this inside?" Zoe beamed - and there was no disagreement. The night, it seemed, had only just begun.
Tags: Developing relationship, first kiss, emotional hurt/comfort
Summary:
After Connor is released from prison, all he wants to do is stand and look at the stars...and at Dick Grayson.
My entry for week one of @kisstember 2025: kissing under the stars! Super excited about this one, first time writing this pairing (and hoping to write for them the rest of this month's event).
Excerpt: "Thou speak'st alright, I am that merry wanderer of the night," Crowley crackled as wrapped his arms around his angel's middle. "And you like it, sssssweetheart." His glowing eyes narrowed with a devious grin. A lick of his forked tongue slipped out.
Aziraphale wanted to melt into his embrace. To return his playfulness. To take advantage of the lovely and potentially romantic summer night around them, instead of being on an anxiety-inducing search for their little troublemaker...
Participating in @kisstember 2025 Prompt Event. Every week in September, I'll post a new chapter to go along with the new weekly prompt.
Enjoy! (Leave some kudos or comments if you do enjoy. Thanks!)
Short story: A Kiss More Radiant Than the Stars â being my first week piece for kisstember using the prompt 'kiss under the stars'. Takes place in my original setting of Larineum, once again following my lovely oc IthĂ˝ga as they witness a festival local to the university they are studying at. Ends up kissing a fellow student.
Any comments or constructive critiques would be appreciated!
Word count: 2,782
Excerpt below the cut.
Eventually Haslirae took it on herself to speak of the lore her people had for the stars, a subject Ithýga found themself rather unprepared to commit themself to but was happily surprised when she was as gentle about it as their discussions on their favorite childhood dishes.
âGaze thee upon the stars,â Haslirae pointed to a particularly bright star, âwhat constellation useth that one as a guiding star?â
IthĂ˝ga scowled as they pondered the question. They knew a scant few constellations â fewer still that were visible from here. Happily enough, however, they soon found they recognized this very constellation. It made them feel slightly homesick, yet also comforted. Even in this foreign place, with its strange and wonderful ways it made them feel a great kinship, they were still watched over by the spirits of their home.
âThat beeth Fraeoch, legendary hero of mine kind,â IthĂ˝ga answered with confidence, âIt is said by some that mine own sibling, Fainchor, bear some measure of his spirit.â
Haslirae gave a giggle to the answer. Its harmonious sound dusted their pale skin with pink, and set their stomach alight with butterflies.
âWh-what do your kind dub that constellation, then?â
âIt beeth Jasryverd, standing proud upon his legs. See thee not his girth?â
âI see girth naught at all, for his body be the line here!â IthĂ˝ga traced with slight yet playful indignation, âwhat you see as âgirthâ, I would claim to be a cloak!â
That redoubled the lunar-born watcherâs laughter. IthĂ˝ga found themself staring at her laughing face, the wonderful way the moonstone iridescence crinkled and morphed with each peal of laughter. Whatever had dusted their cheeks pink had deepened now, and it was all they could do to turn their head away, out to the silver shine of Larnieumâs two moons on the sea.
