Pick two characters, one I play and one you play, and come with a location and/or situation, and I will write you between 50 and 250 words a short fic of probably any length about the kiss that happened in that context.

It can be a pairing we already share or one that is completely random and impossible! It can also be old characters of mine or yours. No limits on this one!

tags: ~all characters, ~character relationships, ~meme

[I'm v. v. glad I don't write victor. this was weird. xD you do it so much better.]

Albert figured his giant ears would’ve held on his mask, but now it was lopsided on his face and a curl of hair stuck awkwardly out over his eye. He felt embarrassed and out of place at a masquerade at all, but now he felt absolutely ridiculous.

Victor knew it was Albert standing near the punch bowl even with the mask. The mask couldn’t hide his tall form, his muscular arms. It was a swimmer’s body and a hot desire rose to Victor’s face. Albert was straight. He knew it. But that didn’t stop Victor from approaching cautiously.

“Hello, Albert,” he said, smiling lightly. “What brings you here?”

Albert squinted his eyes a little and then lit up when he noticed that it was Victor. Thank God, a familiar face, albeit one covered with a mask. “Victor! Hi!” he laughed, rubbing the back of his neck gawkily. “I just… yeah. Party. I though it’d be kind of fun.” And awkward— and that part of his assumption was correct!

Victor nodded solemnly. “And are you having fun?”

“Sort of,” Albert said honestly. He looked down at Victor. “I like your mask. I mean, your entire outfit is nice. You like nice. And—” Albert averted his eyes, the heat rising on his cheeks. Damn mouth. But it was true. Victor did look very nice, and a strange feeling stirring in his stomach.

“Thanks. You too,” Victor said, slightly confused. “Have you been swimming much—”

Albert cut him off with his lips. He had no idea where this sudden urge came from, but he couldn’t say he didn’t like it. He was never spontaneous enough. He was afraid of getting hurt. And he most definitely wasn’t gay. But now he was in a mask, now he could be someone other than Albert Gotha— he was going to take full advantage of it.