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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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
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Continuing with the @kisstember prompts - I decided to try a fanfic for one of my new obsessions - High Potential. As much as I'd love a Morgan x Karadec kiss - I don't think they're ready yet - so I got a little creative. 😊 9/8 Prompt: Kissing a wound or hurt.
It's my first stab at a High Potential fanfic - I hope I did all right. 😊
Fandom: High Potential
Pairing: Morgan Gillory x Adam Karadec
Featuring: Lt. Selena Soto
Rating: Teen
Words: ~1,100
Summary: When Karadec is injured on a routine stop, a frazzled Morgan is determined to make it all better - but to what end?
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The day had not gone as planned. What should have been a routine visit to a person of interest somehow devolved into this: Detective Karadec crouched on the floor, his back braced against a cold concrete wall, pressing his hand against a nasty-looking scrape that stretched from his elbow to his wrist. It wasn’t a life-threatening injury – no gushing blood, neither an ambulance nor stitches were required. But it was deep enough to sting, painful enough that he clenched his teeth every time the slightest breeze blew over it.
To make matters significantly worse, he wasn’t alone. Normally, the rulebook would state that it was better to have your partner nearby when an injury occurred - but the rulebook never met Morgan Gillory – and, right now, Karadec would have given anything to be waiting for help in silence.
Instead, Morgan hovered anxiously at his side. She would have preferred to haul him directly to urgent care - if only the seemingly innocent young woman who’d been the last to see their victim alive hadn’t jumped into their car and sped off, leaving them stranded. Karadec valiantly attempted to stop the perp, which is precisely what led to him being on the floor, wincing, eyes screwed shut as he tried in vain to tune his partner out.
“OK...OK... It’s not terrible,” Morgan stated, her ankles wobbling precariously as she paced the cracked pavement in five-inch snakeskin heels. “Definitely not terrible. This is more like… mild. Minor, even. It’s practically cosmetic. If injuries had Yelp ratings, I’m telling you... this would be a two-star situation. Three max.”
His eyes remained shut as he let out a long, measured sigh, then he shot her a sidelong glare. “Morgan...if it’s really a two-star situation – then, please, just sit down and be quiet. You’re not helping.”
“You’re right,” she said, immediately crouching beside him and pressing a napkin against his wound. “See? Now I’m helping. Pressure on the wound. Straight out of the first aid textbook—except, you know, it’s a napkin, not gauze. And there may be a little soy sauce on it...”
“Soy sauce?” he barked, attempting to yank his arm away, but Morgan held fast.
“Oh, relax, big guy! It’s soy sauce, not anthrax!” She rolled her eyes. “Honestly, how did you end up such a germaphobe? You’re a detective, not a lab tech. It’s not like crime scenes are exactly sterile. Maybe you should’ve been on the cleaning crew, but then again...”
Her words ground to a halt when Karadec hissed through his teeth.
“Oh God! I'm sorry! Too much pressure?” she blurted, easing her hand. “But you’re fine. Totally fine. I mean, you look a little pale, but I think that's just you. Truth is – you need to get out a little more. But you’re not gonna faint, are you? Whatever you do, don’t faint, because I’m bad with fainting. I usually just yell at them to wake up, which is probably not the most effective medical advice, but...”
“Morgan!” His voice came out strong despite the pain, and she was startled silent - his exact intention - too bad it only lasted two seconds.
“What do you want me to do? Because I am trying here. Do you want water?” She rifled through her purse. “Or a snack? I think I have Mentos. Or Altoids, maybe...”
“Morgan,” he repeated, the sound half-laugh, half-plea. “None of that is useful.”
“Useful,” she nodded. “Right! Got it! I need to do something... useful.” Working on pure muscle memory and without pausing to think, she leaned in and pressed a quick kiss on his arm, just above the scrape on his elbow. “There!” She smiled with satisfaction. “A boo-boo kiss. Kissed it all better! A classic remedy.”
Karadec froze - he went absolutely stiff. With his ears red, spine locked against the wall, he felt his breath catch in his chest. His eyes darted left - right - anywhere except at Morgan. For one brief, horrifying moment, he was confident he’d forgotten how to speak - then, he snapped.
“You—what—WHY???!!!! Why would you do that!”
Morgan threw up her hands. “Because you told me to do something useful! And for the record, boo-boo kisses are backed by science. I’ve used them on my kid for years – though the older two have begged me to stop for a while now - but they work! Comfort. Endorphins. They help - look it up.”
Karadec groaned, dragging a hand over his face. “Morgan, I am not your child, and that isn’t helping me! That was... it was completely inappropriate.”
“Oh, listen, buster!” She said, “I was trying to help! It’s not like I...” but the sounds of footsteps echoing down the alley cut her off.
“Oh, thank God!” Karadac sighed with relief as Lieutenant Soto approached, a medic at her side.
"What have we got going on here?" She asked.
"He's hurt," Morgan said, springing back, she gazed at him. "But now, you’re in good hands. I’ll, uh, go make sure no one hot-wires this car. Wouldn’t want that to happen twice in one day!” And before anyone could stop her, she was gone.
Selena crouched as the medic began examining Karadec’s arm. Her eyes flicked from the wound to his face, then down the alley where Morgan had fled. A slow smile tugged at her lips.
“You’re face is red,” she observed.
“I’m injured,” he countered flatly.
“Mm-hm.” Her smirk deepened. “Funny - I’ve seen you with worse, but you never blushed like a teenager.”
Karadec began to sputter. “Why don’t you try having Morgan hovering over you while you're injured, then tell me how you handle it?”
Selena chuckled under her breath. “Thought so. She’s under your skin, Detective.”
Karadec just shook his head. “She’s under everyone’s skin – that’s her speciality – isn’t it?”
“If it is," Selena smirked, "she’s very good at her job.”
The medic finished the bandage with a quick tug, and Karadec flexed his hand to test it before clearing his throat.
“Quick question,” he muttered to the medic. “If someone kisses a boo-boo—that won’t cause gangrene or anything, right?”
The medic froze – and Selena’s eyes went wide.
“Hush,” Karadec snapped before either of them could say more. “Never mind – forget I said anything - I’ll Google it later.”
He pushed himself to his feet and shook his head as he made his way to the car.
“This is my life now,” he groaned. And he was right - it was. He had the same nitty-gritty existence, only now it was punctuated with pink sequins, th sound of smacking bubble gum, and the occasional boo-boo kiss. He acted like it mortified him, and in many ways, it did - but deep down, in the place he’d never confess out loud, he knew the truth: if given the chance, he wouldn’t change a single thing.
My Kisstember 2025 contribution for the prompt : Surprise Kiss.
I’m sorry for the mistakes, English is not my native language. I hope you like it.
Summary : Sakura approached the bench and sat down. How long had it been since she last stopped here ? She passed by it every day, never lingering. But today, she simply wanted to pause. She closed her eyes, letting the breeze brush her face. For the first time in weeks, she felt at peace.
“Brings back memories.”
She opened her eyes, surprised. Sasuke stood before her, a faint smile on his lips.
Disclaimer : Naruto belongs to Masashi Kishimoto.
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Sakura stepped out of the hospital after a long day of work. It had been a grueling day, marked by the arrival of a severely injured chunin. She had not been sure she could save him. But against all odds, the operation had gone well and the young ninja was now out of danger. Before leaving, she had stopped by to see him. He was awake and lucid. She remained hopeful that he would recover quickly.
On the way to her apartment, she passed by a bench. That bench was so familiar, so full of memories. As a child, it was where Ino would meet her to spend their days together. Later, when she became a genin, she would wait there for Sasuke before Team 7’s training sessions. And it was also on that bench that she had woken up, heartbroken, after Sasuke fled the village. Strangely, despite the war and Konoha’s destruction, the bench was still there. Untouched. Like a relic of her past.
Sakura approached and sat down. How long had it been since she last stopped here ? She passed by it every day, never lingering. But today, she simply wanted to pause. She closed her eyes, letting the breeze brush her face. For the first time in weeks, she felt at peace.
“Brings back memories.”
She opened her eyes, surprised. Sasuke stood before her, a faint smile on his lips. He sat beside her. It had been three weeks since he returned to the village, shortly after Naruto and Hinata’s wedding. He had rented a small apartment in town, and Team 7 was trying to reconnect as often as possible. Naruto, especially, wanted to make up for lost time. The team met often. Yet…
“We haven’t seen much of each other since I came back,” Sasuke said.
“I’ve had a lot of work at the hospital.”
In truth, she had not had more work than usual and she hoped Sasuke would not notice she was lying. Since his return, Sakura had been avoiding him. She no longer knew how to act around him. Two years had passed since their last meeting and she was afraid. Her feelings had not changed. They were just as strong, maybe even stronger. But what about Sasuke ? That uncertainty terrified her. So instead of facing him, she had chosen to run. She was ashamed of her behavior, but she could not bring herself to face him.
“You’re being ridiculous,” she thought.
But this time, Sasuke was here. She could not run anymore. And for the first time, she felt shy around him.
“Is everything going well since you came back ?”
She cursed herself inwardly. How dull. Sasuke gave a small smile.
“Yeah, it’s fine. I’ve spent time with Naruto, Kakashi, and… Sai.”
He grimaced slightly and Sakura stifled a laugh. Sasuke still struggled to bond with Sai. She remembered the first time Sai had called her ugly in front of him. She had had to hold Sasuke back to keep him from attacking. Even though Sai had become more socially adept, especially since he started dating Ino, Sasuke had not forgotten that incident.
“I wish I’d spent more time with you,” he added.
Sakura blushed. Sasuke stood and turned toward her. His gaze was almost hesitant. It was a side of him she had never seen.
“There’s something I’ve wanted to ask you since I came back.”
He paused for a few seconds, while Sakura waited, heart pounding.
“I wanted to know… if your feelings had changed.”
She froze. It was the last thing she expected. But it was also the question she had been asking herself about him. What did he feel for her ? He had promised to return and she had promised to wait. But two years was a long time. Doubts crept in again. She tried to calm herself. Sasuke was waiting for her answer.
“My feelings are still here. I know that, no matter what happens, I’ll wait for you. And you ?”
Sasuke smiled.
“I’ll always come back to you.”
He leaned in and pressed his lips to hers. At first surprised, Sakura responded to his kiss. A kiss full of promises and a future. They slowly pulled away. Sakura touched her lips with two fingers, still dazed, and smiled.
“You kissed me ?” She asked.
“I kissed you. And I fully intend to do it again.”
He kissed her once more. That surprise kiss marked the beginning of their story.
@kisstember is a month-long challenge consisting of several prompts, all centered around kisses! Each prompt begins on a Monday, so you can post for a prompt starting on the Monday indicated on the prompt list. This challenge lasts for the entire month of September!
This challenge seems to have started this year (2025), so there's only one subcollection at the moment, but there seems to be intent to repeat this event next year!
Here's the Kisstember 2025 Collection, already sorted from least-to-most comments
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood & Manga
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Riza Hawkeye/Roy Mustang
Characters: Roy Mustang, Riza Hawkeye, Team Mustang
Summary:
Team Mustang takes a break in their efforts to prepare the terrain for the building of the new train liaison with Xing, through Ishval.
Written for @kisstember week one prompt : “kissing under the stars”.
I can’t seem to be able to add it to the collection, so idk what to do, but it’s there XD
Excerpt: The blond turned back to collect the kettle he'd set down when he spied the kitten. She was a bundle of chaos but well-loved all the same. Just like a certain demon he knew. Perhaps that's why the two of them bonded so quickly. The kitten needed Crowley as much as Crowley needed her. Of course, it meant Aziraphale now had two demonic forces to worry about getting into trouble.
The angel hummed to himself as he worked on making his tea. Crowley would probably want some coffee despite the late hour, but Aziraphale still didn't know how to operate his fancy coffee machine. Best leave it to him. His ears perked up when he heard the doorknob turn.
"Hi, Angel," Crowley purred as he walked into the kitchen...
I'm participating in the @kisstember 2025 prompt event. Each week, I will post a new chapter following the weekly prompts for September.
Kissing a Wound or Hurt / Drunken Kisses - @kisstember - Week 2
Their Sacred Vow
Author's note: This is during the event that the old version of "Only One Bed- Callisto" occurred (so after rescue, not long after the eavesdropped conversation that strained their relationship, but before any reconciliation/understanding between them); I'll update with links after I write/edit scenes that go around this
Callisto
"I want more chocolatessssss." Evangeline whined, squirming in her arms. "Pleeeeeease?"
Callisto held on tighter, silently thankful her wife was wearing a wing sweater. Having to deal with a mass of feathers on top of a first-time drunk was the last thing she needed right now. "You'll make yourself sick if you have any more." she said sternly.
Then caught her as Evangeline suddenly launched herself in Callisto's arms. Now it was less of a bridal carry and more like the other woman was a sack of potatoes. A very wiggly sack of potatoes.
After a few more moments of struggling, Evangeline went limp, though luckily still not very heavy as Callisto took the steps two at a time. "You're so meeean." she pouted, voice muffled in Callisto's shirt. "Gareth would let me have more."
She couldn't help but snort as she turned into the hallway with their room. "My brother would have persuaded Julia to cast a sleeping spell on you by now." she said.
Evangeline feebly kicked her feet, any words she muttered barely audible now.
Taking a breath in the relative quiet, Callisto felt exhausted. If she was honest with herself, this whole trip had been exhausting, not just the gathering tonight. Would it have been better to leave Evangeline home? Or should they both have just stayed home? Everything was so messed up.
Carefully maneuvering her way into their room, she managed to get Evangeline on the bed, where her wife then sat, swaying in place with her arms crossed and a pout on her face. It was quite funny. If one ignored the splotchy red of her cheeks and glazed look in her eyes.
"Do you want to stay up or do you want to sleep?" Callisto asked. The fact that Evangeline hadn't passed out despite being a lightweight was worrying. But she didn't want to pry with her magic. Not when her wife was vulnerable like this. They'd discuss it in the morning. Hopefully.
Evangeline pouted more, squinting at her. "Want chocolates." she slurred, leaning to her left. And still leaning.
Aaand she was out.
All the air in Callisto's lungs left her in relief. Keeping an eye on her now unconscious wife, she changed before figuring out how to tackle changing Evangeline's clothing.
It took some effort, but she managed to get the sweater off without disturbing the wings that popped out too much. The over-gown and corset were also manageable. The nightgown was a little more challenging. But just as she was debating switching from that to either leaving her in just the chemise or getting her a robe, Evangeline stirred.
She froze, feeling her wife clutching at her shirt. Go back to sleep, go back to sleep-
But no, Evangeline's eyes opened, her expression groggy. "No, don't-" Her fingers tightened. "Don't…" She didn't finish, shaking her head.
Evangeline looked up. Something in those brown depths flickered, her gaze strangely intense. "Cali…" she mumbled, reaching towards Callisto's face. Touching her cheek. "You're hurt."
Confused, Callisto laughed a little bit. "Yeah, a while ago. It's a scar now, though."
But that answer didn't seem to satisfy Evangeline, who used Callisto's shirt like a climbing rope to sit up. "Hurt bad." she mumbled, her breath a strange mix of the bitter chocolate and sweet wine flavor. "You're hurt. Bad hurt."
Then her lips were on Callisto's cheek, softly moving to her jaw along the faint scar line.
Blushing heavily, Callisto gently pried her away. Somehow between Evangeline's insistence on kissing every scar she caught sight of and her own flustered clumsiness, she got them under the covers, cuddling a now-again drowsy Evangeline to her chest.
"Get some sleep, treasure," she murmured, threading her fingers through Evangeline's golden locks.
"But hurt." Evangeline mumbled even as her eyes drooped. "Don't… Cali no hurt."
Warmth settled into her chest as she laughed slightly. "I don't hurt." she reassured. "You kissed it better, Evee."
Gods, that little smile still made her heart skip a beat. Her heart that melted as Evangeline snuggled closer, holding Callisto tight in her sleep.
