pairings i have loved. there are a lot of them.

[cimorene]

I'm going to try to make an exhaustive list of my OTPs (which I define as 'important ships which I read/ship', because occasionally I have two that overlap even if in general I refuse to break OTP and read the characters involved with anyone else). If I forget any of them, and you manage to remind me, I lose! And then, uh, I don't know, this seems like it should result in a drabble promise. I suck at short things, and I probably won't forget any anyway (I am forbidden from checking my recs page/delicious/tags/wip folders/etc!), but... what the hell. Drabbles, okay, drabbles of any pairing that I forgot.



LOTR:
Sam/Frodo
Merry/Pippin
Legolas/Gimli

LOTR RPS:
(at one time, then abandoned) Sean A/Elijah
Dom/Elijah
Dom/Billy
Karl/Viggo
Viggo/Orlando
(I've read other pairings, but they weren't OTPs. Orlijah, for example, or Billijah - I read a bit, but I never really liked it.)

Popslash:
Justin/Chris
JC/Lance
(I wrote a little bit of everything in this fandom, but I had my preferences.)

Star Trek TOS:
Kirk/Spock
Sulu/Chekov
Scotty/Uhura

TNG:
Picard/Q
Data/Geordi

DS9:
Garak/Bashir
Odo/Kira

HP:
Harry/Draco
Harry/Snape
Sirius/Remus
Luna/Neville
Percy/Neville

random RPS:
Tim Roth/Gary Oldman
Patrick Stewart/Brent Spiner
Those swimmer dudes from the '04 Summer Olympics, Ian Thorpe/some European guy
Richard Dean Anderson/Michael Shanks
Santino Rice/Andraé Gonzalo (Project Runway)
Johnny Depp/Orlando Bloom
Keira Knightley/Clive Owen/Ioan Gruffuld
(I've written a handful of rps pieces in other pairings that were one-offs, which I didn't seek out to read or ship)

Askewniverse: Jay/Silent Bob
Batman: Batman/Gordon
comics: Superboy(Kon-El)/Robin (Tim Drake)
Die Hard 4: John/Matt
Due South: Fraser/Kowalski
Finding Nemo: Nemo/Gill
Gokusen: Yankumi/Shin
Good Omens: Aziraphale/Crowley
Highlander: Duncan/Methos
Hikaru no Go: Hikaru/Akira, Isumi/Waya
Hot Fuzz: Nicholas/Danny
I ♥ Huckabees: Albert/Brad
Jeeves & Wooster: Jeeves/Wooster
King Arthur (movie): Arthur/Guinevere/Lancelot
Labyrinth: Jareth/Sarah
Meantime (although I've only written, not read it): Coxy/Colin
Phantom of the Opera: Christine/Phantom
Poirot: Poirot/Hastings
POTC: Jack/Will/Elizabeth
RAGAD: Rosencrantz/Guildenstern
Sentinel: Jim/Blair
SG1: Jack/Daniel
SGA: John/Rodney
She-Ra: She-Ra/Frosta
Sherlock Holmes: Holmes/Watson
Singin' in the Rain: Don/Kathy/Cosmo
Smallville: Clark/Lex
Sports Night: Dan/Casey
Star Wars TPM: Qui-Gon/Obi-Wan
Starsky & Hutch: (you guessed it) Starsky/Hutch
The Dark Is Rising: Will/Bran
The Pros: Bodie/Doyle
The West Wing: Josh/Donna, Josh/Sam, CJ/Toby
Tombraider: Hilary/Brice (the butler and the hacker)

Bandslash:
Frank/Gerard
Ray/Bob
Pete/Patrick
Pete/Mikey
Ryan/Brendon
Bill/Travis
Alex/Ryland
(It's probable that I've read pairings not in this list, but if they're not here I probably actively disliked them, or even hated them with fiery passion)

Prince of Tennis: (in paragraph form because there are too many of these bitches)
Seigaku: Tezuka/Ryoma, Fuji/Taka, Eiji/Oishi, Momo/Kaidoh, Fuji/Inui, Inui/Kaidoh; Crossover: Inui/Yanagi; Hyotei: Oshitari/Gakuto, Ohtori/Shishido, Atobe/Jiroh; Crossover: Atobe/Sanada; Rikkai: Yukimura/Sanada, Yanagi/Kirihara, Niou/Yagyuu; Fudomine: Kamio/Shinji; Jyosei Shonan: Kajimoto/Wakato; Rokkaku: Bane/Davide; St Rudolph: Mizuki/Yuuta; Yamabuki: Akutsu/Dan, Akutsu/Sengoku

ETA:

Criminal Minds: Garcia/Morgan (bluesbell spotted it)
Arashi: Ohno/Nino (kegom and aeslis spotted it) and Aiba/Jun (jain spotted it)

ETA again the ones I forgot that no one mentioned:

CSI: Nick/Greg, Catherine/Warrick, Gil/Sara
CSI NY: Danny/Mac
The Fast and the Furious: Dom/Brian
Master & Commander: Aubrey/Maturin
Lawrence of Arabia/A Dangerous Man: Lawrence/Feisal

Comments

[jain]

What about Arashi: Aiba/Matsujun? I know you've written them, but I don't know if they qualify as an OTP for you.

[cimness.livejournal.com]

Yessssss you caught me! I forgot the whole Arashi section completely by accident. I totally planned to include it!

[cimness.livejournal.com]

There's an excited buzz of conversation around the set that Jun should have noticed, but he's just too tired to think about it yet - it's filed under things to think about as soon as he closes his eyes for a minute and maybe has a drink.

The list currently includes: the fact that his shoes are pinching his toes; the script he was sent that he stayed up all night reading; whether he should buy some fur-trimmed boots this early in the season, despite the risk that they may seem passé before the end of the year, since they could be hard to get hold of later; and Aiba-chan's birthday and whether the fact that Jun and Aiba are fooling around now gives him the right to show up at Aiba's place tonight even though, schedule wise, Jun is 85% certain that Aiba is even busier than he is.

Jun's inside his dressing room and has actually closed the door behind him (good thing, really) before he notices that that's Aiba on his couch, Aiba lying with his back arched and his head dangling over the back until he scrambles to his feet, hearing Jun, and comes across the room in two big hurried steps. Aiba smiles with his whole face, not because his mouth is big (although it is, and his lips are heaven, especially on Jun's cock, which is obvious in a way just looking at that gorgeous mouth of his, but appearance does not even do it justice - Aiba is talented), but because his eyes light up and it's practically like he's glowing.

"Uh, hello," says Jun, uncharacteristically tongue-tied in the first few moments of being overwhelmed by Aiba's glow.

"Welcome home," says Aiba cheekily, and reaches around Jun to lock the door while Jun is rolling his eyes. Then he wraps both arms around Jun deliberately, actually completely around him, and lifts him off the floor slightly, laughing and stumbling his way over the couch.

"Let go of me, you freak," Jun giggles, but affectionately, and he clutches at the shoulders of Aiba's navy silk suit appreciatively so Aiba will know he doesn't mean it. Aiba ignores him and collapses on the couch still holding Jun, so Jun chokes off a loud exclamation and grabs for the back of the couch and flails around trying not to slide off.

He comes to rest comfortably enough with one of Aiba's long hands curling around the back of his thigh, his other leg splayed around Aiba's hip, looking down into Aiba's flushed face in its halo of golden hair.

Jun wants to kiss him, and then he remembers that the door is locked - so he can. He licks his lips for the pleasure of watching Aiba's eyes track the movement, and he trails his other hand up over Aiba's collar to get a good grip on the knot of his tie. Aiba swallows and Jun leans in slowly, veers off at the last moment to tuck his face under Aiba's chin and suck at the pulse point.

"Oh," Aiba sighs, "Matsujun - ahhh, don't - don't mark -"

"Don't worry," Jun purrs, and leans up to kiss him.

Aiba's big eyes are half-closed in pleasure, his pouty lips a little chapped under Jun's damp mouth, and he moans softly low in his throat and tries to press up into the feather-light teasing kiss. Jun's grip on his tie stops him, and he gasps and groans softly. Jun kisses the corner of his mouth and darts his tongue out to lick the center of his lower lip.

"Please please please-" says Aiba, and Jun lets go of his tie and is immediately pushed into the back of the sofa and kissed breathless.

Aiba pushes his free hand into Jun's carefully-styled hair (but filming is done for the day, thank the Gods) and then slides it to Jun's waist, up under his shirt to the skin of his belly, then sliding up over his ribs. Jun squirms, trying to get into a position where Aiba will hopefully be able to figure out a way to grind against him without stopping kissing, and it doesn't quite happen, but Aiba does touch the front of his pants, teasingly, before he pulls back, leaning on his elbow.

2/3

[cimness.livejournal.com]

Jun, in Aiba's position, would be smug. Jun is a little smug, except that the need to get somewhere they can be naked is kind of on top of all other emotions right now. Aiba is probably smug sometimes, but it rarely shows on his face - even in bed; he looks happy, sure, flushed and a little satisfied, but he looks satisfied and dazed, his eyes huge, his smile constant, like he's shocked by his good fortune. Jun has a hard time, some times, believing that Aiba is really real. He's kind of used to this warm happiness filling his body, after a few months of these usually-hurried encounters, that combination of sexual heat and endorphins and somewhat overwhelming affection.

"We should get out of the building within the hour," Jun confesses. He doesn't manage to sound sarcastic or dry or even amused; more regretful, because inconvenient as it is, the couch has the advantage of being right here, and Jun hasn't had an orgasm induced by Aiba since last weekend filming a quiz show episode.

"Mmmm," says Aiba, "I'm hungry. Come get dinner?"

Jun is momentarily speechless. It's true that he's off the set by 8 pm today, which is a little unusual for him (and now that Aiba is here he has cause to suspect some sort of interference, actually; Aiba has a way of getting what he needs from people and usually leaving them pleased as punch and thinking it was their own idea), but he'd never have thought to see Aiba today anyway, since they all made arrangements for his party tomorrow. Well, 'never' is an exaggeration - he thought about it, but he wasn't sure that even the excuse of mutual orgasm was enough to excuse the freshness of turning up at Aiba's place so late uninvited.

Invited, though. That's another matter.

"Yeah," says Jun casually, "sure, wherever - unless you just want to go back to your place."

Aiba laughs, reaching up to trail his hand down Jun's neck and resting it inside the collar of Jun's shirt, "Not a bad idea - a great one, actually, Jun-chan, only I'm afraid we wouldn't end up eating that way, and people are always telling me to make sure I eat." His thumb is stroking Jun's collarbone. He probably - definitely - has a point, if Jun could remember what it was long enough to reply.

"Uh - yeah," says Jun.

"But then," says Aiba, "maybe - we could - "

The only reason Jun realises that was a question is because Aiba's hand has stilled, and moved to the outside of Jun's shirt, on his shoulder.

"Oh! Um, sure," says Jun. Why is his heart beating faster?

3/3

[cimness.livejournal.com]

Aiba is already off the couch, leaving Jun to slide down into the cushions, well-kissed and a little rumpled. "Yay!" says Aiba, punching a victory fist into the air. "Happy birthday to me, Jun-chan!"

"Happy birthday, Aiba-chan," says Jun. "I have to give you your present tomorrow at the party, still, though."

Aiba waves that aside smilingly. "Whatever. Enough free time to actually eat a meal -" he hesitates, and Jun thinks he was going to say together, but he doesn't. "It's my birthday present to myself!"

Jun tells himself not to read too much into it: Aiba has three other best friends and none of them provides orgasms; it's very simple. It's not like he'd ever be surprised to be doing something with Aiba. He shrugs out of his show wardrobe shirt and hangs it up, skins out of the pants and reaches for the hanger of his own clothes.

Aiba is staring at him, Jun sees suddenly in the mirror, with a look as opaque as black glass, his face cool and remote and expressionless but intent, so intent and intense that it makes Jun shiver, almost in... fright? When he looks up and meets Jun's eyes in the mirror, Aiba's face is still and solemn and for a second Jun almost thinks that -

- then Aiba's eyes drop slowly to his feet and roam back up, and Jun is aware of every inch not covered by his boxers. He shivers for real, and Aiba doesn't even twitch or smile at that, just watches and takes a deep breath, nostrils flaring, which is somehow the sexiest thing he could do. Jun thinks he's going to have to sit down for a second. Somehow he manages to get dressed without being molested, and as he's walking to the door he feels Aiba's touch, light and casual, on his shoulder, then the back of his neck, teasing fingertips threading into his hair, and he snaps, hand on the door, and turns right around into the circle of Aiba's arm, hand steadying on his arm, and kisses him again, hard.

Aiba kisses warmly, practiced and welcoming, and he reacts to Jun's open mouth this time by sliding his tongue in, slick and deep and Jun is half-hard in his pants now and Aiba tightens his grip on the back of Jun's neck, then releases when he pulls back from the kiss.

He smiles right into Jun's eyes. "Happy birthday to me."


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This is part of the Just Like verse, between Just Like All Those Girls (http://cimorene.net/cimorene/arashi/justlikeallthosegirls.html) and Just One of the Boys (http://cimorene.net/cimorene/arashi/justoneoftheboys.html)