30 Forbidden Fruits

Honor (Stargate SG-1,Samantha Carter/Jack O'Neill, #25-Forbidden)

2008-10-10T03:14:17Z

Title: Honor
Author/Artist: gwenhwyfar1984
Pairing/Character/etc: Samantha Carter/Jack O'Neill
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Rating: R. One NC-17 cahpter later
Theme: #25-Forbidden
Disclaimer: Stargate SG-1 is the property of MGM, The Sci-Fi Channel, and other companies. I have no association with these companies and therefore do not own the show or any of the characters.
A/N: This is still a WiP.

Chapter One
Chapter Two This chapter is NC-17 and contains Graphic Adult Situations.

Touch (D. Gray-Man, Allen Walker/Lenalee Lee, 27)

2008-10-06T20:20:03Z

Title: Touch
Author/Artist: noahwriter
Pairing/Character/etc: Allen Walker/ Lenalee Lee
Fandom: D. Gray-Man
Rating: PG-13?
Theme: 27 - Touch
Disclaimer: I do not own D. Gray-Man. Katsura Hoshino does~ <3

Touch

She was his raven-haired angel. Smooth pale skin was revealed to his metallic glimmering eyes due to the thin, silky, white dress binding her bare body. White symbolized her purity, making Allen Walker ponder whether his future actions would be condoned or proclaimed as iniquitous. Deep down into the throbbing core of conscience, he knew he was overwhelmed with selfishness. Rashly, Allen had vaguely given thought to the burning feeling consuming his mortal body. Not matter what consequence, Allen desired to make this holy angel his.

Her soft, iridescent, fluffy wings protruded from her shoulder blades. Gently they billowed in the night air from the balcony window being more than slightly ajar. Those beautiful wings reminded Allen that once he touched her in any way he pleased, she would have to forfeit her holiness and occupation as an angel. He was full aware that at his lips and touch, he would destroy the true nature of this creature.

Her dark lost eyes gazed suddenly upon Allen as soft pink lips curled upwards shyly. She knew that such a love from this young man would die. Being an angel, she could have forever. It was significantly different for this sweet young man. Forever they could never truly be.

Slowly, Allen caressed his angel’s cheek with his calloused rough thumb. To him, it was sadistic fate to have to be the man to bring about her fatality. His cold lips hungrily pressed against her genuinely soft ones as he pushed her down against the warm blankets. Mortal chilly hands wandered self-righteously, fueled by whimpers shed from her parted lips. Fabric was eased away and removed carelessly in a matter of moments.

Limbs tangled together in wet bliss. Saliva painted patches of skin beaded in gems of sweat. Panting and moaning crescendi throughout the taboo, filtering the doubts. Her fingertips blemished his world, staining his brunette hair to snow white.

He touched the tears welling in her lost orbs, understanding that she had finally realized her ceased destiny. Feathers tainted with crimson flecks covered the wet sheets, tickling naked flesh.

Pained eyes let loose burgundy tears down her blazing face. Hands desperately held onto Allen’s hair. Her lips, now fading from the pink hue to that of blue, caressed his eye, marking him sinned as well as eternally hers.

“Who wants to live forever?” Allen whispered sympathetically, feeling as though he’d choke upon the swelling grief erupting from within him. His eye began to turn numb, null, and blind. He would not let his tears mingle with his sweaty glittering cheeks for he knew it was all his error. It was his own retribution to watch her expire in his arms, never once hearing his angel blame him for his wicked greed.

Our Journey (My Chemical Romance- Frank Iero/Gerard Way # 15)

2008-10-06T17:43:55Z

Fandom: My Chemical Romance
Title: Our Journey
Author: my_life_myway33
Theme(s): 15.Unkown
Pairing: Frank Iero/Gerard Way
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,565
Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me but the words written.
Author Notes: Written for 30_forbidden prompt.

Our Journey

Vivant (Code Geass- Lelouch/Rolo, Theme #28)

2008-10-03T09:44:03Z

Title: Vivant
Author: terza_teabeef
Pairing/Character/etc: Lelouch/Rolo
Fandom: Code Geass
Rating: PG-13
Theme: #28, Want
Disclaimer: Between season one and two; suggestion of pseudo-incest.

( It was Rolo's job to learn how to live )

Afar (Naruto – Itachi, #20)

2008-09-25T23:54:48Z

Title: Afar
Author: Silda
Characters: Itachi, OC
Fandom: Naruto
Rating: K+/PG
Theme: #20, Afar
Disclaimer: Naruto belongs to Kishimoto Masashi.

Here

Just Nine Months (Stargate SG-1 Samantha Carter/Jack O'Neill) #13

2008-09-14T03:37:52Z

Title: Just Nine Months
Author/Artist: gwenhwyfar1984
Pairing/Character/etc: Samantha Carter/Jack O'Neill
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Theme: # 13-hidden
Disclaimer: I do not own Stargate SG-1 or any of the characters.

Chapter Six

Lights Out (Gravitation-Shuichi Shindou, Theme 14: Dark)

2008-09-05T12:44:09Z

Title: Lights Out
Author/Artist: shus_lyrics
Pairing/Character/etc: Shuichi Shindou+Eiri Yuki
Fandom: Gravitation
Rating: Pg-13 ish
Theme: (include the # and the theme) Dark, #14
Disclaimer: I dont own Gravitation hehe.

Disclaimer: I don’t own Gravitation at all, but the sweet and awesome Maki Murakami does. Here is a 100 word humorous drabble I thought of at work, it’s another addition to the 30_forbidden LJ community. Our theme today is: Dark! I was going to do one with an emo Shuichi but I thought this would be much more enjoyable! Enjoy and as always please R&R (read and review!)

Lights Out

Written by:

Summoner Hirelena Sakamoto
Aka
shus_lryics

‘Tonight’s prey… the elusive Yuki Eiri,’ the boy crawled across the floor his mind on the writer. Shuichi felt playful, unlike his lover who lost his last novel entry that night.
The nights’ power outage covered the singer as he crept down the hallways. Yuki’s angry voice quieted so Shuichi figured he’d be brooding at his desk smoking. The singer slid into the room on all fours, but-
The writer wasn’t there. ‘Wait, where’s Yuki? I thought…?’
Suddenly something grabbed the singers’ shirt and turned him around, hot lips on his neck.
"In the dark, no one…can hear you scream.”

Authors Note:
Here's a link to my table^^ Please read and review past drabbles
http://community.livejournal.com/shus_lyrics/2878.html

OzaiUrsa, #'s 3-love and 2-Sweet

2008-08-23T17:29:32Z

Title:Sweet
Fandom::Avatar The Last Airbender
Rating:G
Summary: At one time Ozai was a sweet man.
Character(s): Ozai/Ursa
Warnings: none
Spoilers: none
Disclaimer: Brian and Mike own.
Bete'd: As of right now, no.
Challange: #2 Sweet

He wasn’t the man he was all those years ago.

Title:Love
Fandom::Avatar The Last Airbender
Rating:G
Summary: She is foolish to love him.
Character(s): OzaiUrsa
Warnings: none
Spoilers: none
Disclaimer: Brian and Mike own.
Bete'd: As of right now, no.
challange: #3 Love

She knows this.

Taboo (Xiaolin Showdown - Raimundo/Kimiko, #17)

2008-08-16T08:39:40Z

Title: Taboo
Author: Virande
Pairing: Raimundo Pedrosa x Kimiko Tohomiko
Fandom: Xiaolin Showdown
Rating: E
Theme: #27 - Touch
Warning: Spoilers for “In the Flesh” and “Citadel of Doom”.
Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing and make no profit out of these.

After seeing a world dominated by evil vanish in a matter of seconds, she thinks she’s been tempered against all sorts of weird revelations; Kimiko walks around with that thought comfortably until she arrives at the scene unfolding in the north wing, on the second morning after Rai’s return (oh, and Wuya’s defeat, too).

It’d been a quiet morning, with just a hint of breeze and the right amount of sun to make her want to take a walk around the empty halls, thinking about nothing in particular. She turns a corner –

Thwack

-and collides with Clay’s back.

“Wha- Clay? What’re you doing here? And what’s with you blocking the halls…” she peers around the cowboy’s hulking form and forgets the rest of the sentence.

“Rai!?”

Raimundo barely lifts his head, mutters a “Hey Kim”, and goes back to sweeping dust bunnies out from behind an altar missing its idol. Business as usual, right?

If it weren’t, you know, their day off.

“Yeah,” Clay whispers sympathetically to her “me n’ Omi thought the same.”

There's a feather duster, a bucket and mop, a cleaning rag and a jar of bronze polish against the wall. He's already cleared a good portion of the floor, which means he's either Superman or he's been at this for a while (because using the wind to clear off dust usually results in irritated red eyes and filthy clothes).

Raimundo is cleaning up a part of the temple that was last visited when old Master Li was a young boy because he wants to.

At a loss, Kimiko stares at Clay inquiringly. His expression answers with a slightly amused 'I know'.

“Look at this," he says conspiratorially. Then, louder "Raimundo, you care to tell us what's going on here, just so we're totally sure you’re not balled up in here?” and at this the cowboy spins a finger significantly beside his head, despite the way the corners of his lips twitch upward gradually.

Omi, not as composed, is trying to take in the situation at every angle of the room he can possibly get; “I must agree with Clay on this, for as much as I ponder I cannot envelop my skull around this new development.”

“Well, I guess you’ll just have to try and wrap your head around it little dude.” Raimundo smiles at them both (a boyish, honest smile) and goes on sweeping.

Sweeping.

If the world’s ending, their forgotten little temple never got the memo.

“It’s a mighty big shock, you know, you used to dodge work like a ranging bull tryin' to horn you in the bottom parts…and here y’are, working away and looking like you enjoy every moment of it.”

Raimundo smirks, acknowledging the gentle barb. “Yeah…this is the kind of stuff you grump and growl about all the time. It makes your arms hurt, and sometimes dust gets in your eyes (and it sucks).”

The broom stops swaying as his voice turns thoughtful “But when you’re done and the Fungster smiles and says something all Zen for the occasion…it’s kinda rewarding.”

He passes a hand surreptitiously over his belt.

A surge of tenderness, mixed with despair and a light touch of annoyance overcame Kimiko. This is her boy; her impulsive, pompous Rai, who can’t mess up like regular people do (anyone wrecks, he wreaks havoc), who’ll smirk and taunt until your teeth are ground flat and you have to wonder how he makes it through the door every morning with that head (and to save the world, no less). And then he’ll go all prince-on-the-white-horse, risking it all for ‘his friends’, returning in pieces but smiling, because he did it.

“Ahaha! Then we must rejoice for this fair turn of events! I commend you, Raimundo,” Omi slaps him in the back jovially “for a minute I thought this was a result of brainwashing from your time with Wuya.”

Several things happen in the split second after the words leave the thoughtless little monk’s mouth (Omi’s smile freezes and dies, even though his lips are still stretched into the ghost of one; Clay grunt softly like his foot’s been stepped on; her hands jerk upwards, halfway to deflecting something invisible), but everyone really stops breathing when the happy gleam in Raimundo’s eyes flickers, dims and expires.

“Yeah. That wouldn’t be very good, would it?” His grin lacks strength.

It isn’t done with ill-intention. Omi is simply his usual tactless self, and (knowing him) it could have been much worse. Bu still he’s managed to pull Raimundo back to square one, to bowing his head before Master Fung and not knowing if he’d ever find his place in the temple again.

He’s the one who finally trapped Wuya in the puzzle box. He’s been congratulated by Dashi himself. He is wholeheartedly forgiven by his friends and has even been offered entry to the next level by his master.

But he declined the latter, and he still can’t be assured of the former.

Ironically enough, he’s the first one to move after the stupor passes. Abandoning the altar, he chooses a corner heaped with dust so thick it resembles wool and begins to attack it mechanically. His pants are turning grey, but he doesn’t pause.

Kimiko doesn’t presume to know much about Raimundo Pedrosa. She never thought he’d be noble and try to rescue Master Fung against his orders, never believed he’d felt fear at being left behind. But she knows that no words can help him now: all she has left are a meaningful glance at the two frozen behind her and the conviction that he needs them all the same.

We’re not leaving him alone.

“Are we just going to sit and watch while Rai sweeps dead moths into our shoes?” She seizes the feather duster and hastily chooses a cobwebby statue to attack first. A second or two pass before she hears the other two join in with a “hard work makes one a more noble and industrious warrior” from Omi. They aren’t thinking, and probably won’t do a good job with the cleaning, but they are positioning themselves deliberately around Raimundo. She doesn’t look at him, but every bit of her is yelling at him to look up and see the barrier they’re forming around him.

She feels someone bump into her shoulder from behind and looks back to find Raimundo. He’s strayed a little too close, just enough to brush against her arm as he sweeps the broom back and forth. The touch is gentle and near imperceptible, but too constant to be an accident.

“Hey…Kim?” He’s breaking her heart with that uncharacteristic tone, all hesitation and insecurity (and all things not him).

“Yeah?”

“…thanks.”

The scratch of bristles on the marble floor stops. Then there’s a head leaning over her shoulder, a bold kiss is pressed to her cheek, and her head turns just in time to catch his eye, an host of unspoken words sent back at her through the glimmer of green eyes.

I’m still sorry.

I’ll be okay anyway.

Oh, and keep this a secret, will ya girl?

Soul Calibur -- Raphael/Amy -- Theme 02 Sweet

2008-08-04T14:30:21Z

Title: Sweetness
Author: dorianxface
Pairing: Raphael/Amy
Fandom: Soul Calibur
Rating: PG
Theme: 02 ;; Sweet
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Raphael, Amy and all related works are property of Namco.

From time to time she did things that reminded him how young she was, even though she had the mind of a mature young lady and she carried herself with every drop of grace that he had instilled in her over the years.

Sometimes she came into his study with a bunch of flowers that she had picked from the garden; they’d rarely be more than common daisies or wildflowers, but they never failed to elevate him from a bad mood (although he readily admitted to himself that the sight of her poking her head round the door with an almost anxious expression on her face probably contributed to that). Sometimes she’d ask their chef to help her bake some type of sweet pastry, and she’d bring it to him, flushed with her own success. He always finished every bite and smiled and complimented her (although he readily admitted to himself that this was mainly to see her flush further with pride, because she was beautiful when she blushed).

Sometimes she’d just come in and sit in an armchair and smile at him, a smile of familiarity and fondness, and sometimes, in the lazy summer afternoons, she’d fall asleep where she sat. He took these opportunities to look at her flawlessness, and marvel at it and how completely pure she was. She sometimes said she was worried that she interrupted his work when she came into the study, but he said that was nonsense. In truth, he sometimes needed her there, seemingly perfuming the air by her very presence, to get any work done at all.

Plans Gone Awry (Prince of Tennis, Inui Sadaharu & Yanagi Renji, #1)

2008-08-01T04:57:09Z

Title: Plans Gone Awry
Author/Artist: Mizu willowscry
Pairing: Sadaharu Inui and Renji Yanagi
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Rating: PG
Theme: 01. Bitter
Disclaimer: I'm just borrowing the characters. I'm not the original author, and the original author holds all rights to the characters portrayed.

It was a rather stormy night. Inui Sadaharu was all packed up for what was going to be a cross country trip across America.

One by one, his list of potential travel partners grew ever steadily shorter. One person suddenly realized he didn’t have enough money for the trip. Another had just disappeared off the face of the earth. Yet another had been suddenly hospitalized.

Inui frowned and was contemplating cancelling the trip altogether when he saw the last name at the bottom of his list.

Perhaps spending a month in another country could only help with the minor repairs of their friendship.

Inui’s phone rang before he could actually call the number. He answered on the third ring, knowing full well who it would be.

“Don’t bother Renji. I’m sure your excuse is perfectly valid.”

“What are you talking about, Sadaharu. I was just calling to confirm that we’re still going.”

Inui sat up in surprise. “Are you sure? Everyone else seems to have suddenly developed some sort of issue which is keeping them from going.”

Renji didn’t think it was surprising in the least. “Things like that come up, Sadaharu. I assure you, I’m still planning on this trip. I’ve been looking forward to it since I found out about it.” He said, smiling on his end.

“I’ll see you in the morning then, Renji.” Inui said, closing his phone before Renji could find an excuse to change his mind.

Renji had already been at the airport for at least four hours before the flight. He was sitting calmly in a rather uncomfortable chair reading a book. Renji looked up as a shadow fell over him.

“You did show up.” Inui said, taking the seat next to Renji.

“I wouldn’t miss this for the world, Sadaharu.” Renji said, carefully marking his place in the book and setting it aside for a moment. “Surprisingly, most of today’s flights seem to be on time. Which gives us about an hour if you’d like to get some lunch before the flight.” He suggested. Inui nodded, letting Renji lead the way to the nearest place.

“So how long have you been here?” Inui asked, curiosity getting the better of him.

“I thought four and a half hours would be enough to get through everything.” Renji said, surprisingly stopping at one of the mini fast food places in the airport. Inui looked a bit shocked at that.

“I just barely made it with this hour to spare.” Inui said, placing his order quickly.

Renji didn’t look surprised at all. “So are we the only two left going on this trip?” He asked as he took his food to a table.

“Apparently.” Inui replied, feeling a bit betrayed by all those that had dropped out.

“This should be interesting then.” Renji said, smiling a little. This might be just what they needed now.

“Quite.” Inui agreed, hoping that the feeling in his stomach was just indigestion.

Renji stood up after eating. “I guess I’ll see you in LA.” He said.

Inui just stared at his food, giving up on this being a peaceful trip between a large group of mutual friends. It was now a trip with his former best friend. He hoped that it wouldn’t be awkward.

Amuse (Naruto-Morino Ibiki #16)

2008-07-19T01:54:21Z

Title: Amuse
Author/Artist: unabridgedknave (me)
Pairing/Character/etc: Morino Ibiki
Fandom: Naruto
Rating: PG
Theme: Amuse (#16)
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN NARUTO.

Morino Ibiki was not a man who appreciated frivolity. At twenty-seven years of age, he was the head of Konoha’s ANBU Torture and Interrogation squad. He was a fearsome man. He—

“HELL YES! WISH US LUCK!”

—was trying very hard not to laugh.

‘Genins,’ he thought, staring in (what he hoped was) an intimidating fashion down his nose at the speaker, one Uzumaki Naruto. He had to admit though, the boy had guts. ‘He’s an interesting one, eh, Yondaime?’

At least the Chuunin exam would be interesting this year.

Night (Avatar: The Last Airbender - ZukoxKatara, 03: love)

2008-07-18T17:04:23Z

Title: Night.
Author/Artist: refraining (writing journal: lovelessed).
Pairing/Character/etc: ZukoxKatara.
Fandom: Avatar: The Last Airbender.
Rating: PG.
Theme: 03: Love.
Disclaimer: I do not own Zuko, Katara, or Avatar: The Last Airbender. They belong to the creators, Michael Dante DiMartino and Bryan Konietzko.

"Oh," Katara replies. She fidgets nervously in her seat. Zuko stands up and walks to her chair. He offers her his hand.

(There are also two other stories. I have a prompt table. I just don't want to clog up the community. Also, this is based off events of a roleplay I belong to.)

Until the Right Moment (Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicle – Kurogane/Fai, 27)

2008-07-17T01:54:43Z

Title: Until the Right Moment
Author/Artist: halflight007
Pairing/Character/etc: Kurogane/Fai
Fandom: Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicle
Rating: R
Theme: 27. Touch
Disclaimer: CLAMP lets me play with them.

Link goes to writing journal; please let me know if this isn’t permissible.

Kurogane was seven when he first saw the boy.

Why Can't I...?(Air Gear- Sumeragi Kanon/Wanijima Akito/Agito, #4 Hate)

2008-07-02T06:51:00Z

Title: Why Can't I...?
Author/Artist: kitsune_rin
Pairing/Character/etc: Sumeragi Kanon/Wanijima Akito/Agito
Fandom: Air Gear
Rating: PG-13, for Agito's cursing.
Theme: #4 Hate
Disclaimer: Don't own Air Gear! You may want to be thankful for that, world.

Sometimes Agito just sits and stares. A lot of people take that for granted, and he certainly won’t.

Except, when he’s just sitting and staring – at the sky, at the ceiling, anything – he can’t help but think about the things that he shouldn’t think about.

Thinks he doesn’t really want to think about but does anyway because Agito is retarded about this sort of shit, because he doesn’t know what he’s doing.

So in the end he ends up thinking about Kanon and Akito and he really doesn’t want to.

Well, no, really it’s just Kanon.

Agito thinks about what he’d say and what he would do after years of not seeing that weirdo.

He really thinks a lot about what he’d do. It’s a really close call between decking him straight in that pretty boy face, and then hugging him really tightly.

Somehow it’s a little annoying to realize that everything he thought about this guy was contradictory and usually involved hitting him in some way.

If you’re really so curious, why don’t you just write it out?

And what good would THAT do?

Even if he actually did it (which he wouldn’t) he wouldn’t send it (which doesn’t matter because he won’t do it).

It gets the words out of your mind; it is a very interesting form of closure, for lack of a better term.

Agito figures there’s a reason Akito was the smart one.

So, a couple minutes later, now he’s staring at a paper, instead of the sky or the ceiling or worse yet, Crow’s face.

Agito figures that this still counts as staring, because even though he’s got the opportunity, his head is suddenly blank.

It takes a second or two, twirling the pen between his fingers, huffing angrily, and then all he has to do is think of Kanon. The blond hair, blue eyes, ever present smile – oh, hey, the thoughts came back!

Above all else, I think I should hate you.

Really, I should. I shouldn’t think about you or care about you or even acknowledge your existence anymore. It’s only because of Akito that I haven’t fanged you half to death, some days I would really like to. Then there are other days that I don’t.

But it’s not like you’re here either way.

I don’t know how I like you, you didn’t teach me shit – well, that’s sort of a lie. – it was all you and Akito. Of all things, I am a little grateful to you, for taking him away from Kaito for a little while.

(Oh, but aren’t you glad that he took you away from Kaito, too? Damn Akito and his intelligence.)

He needed it, maybe we both needed it, and it was fun. More then tha- no, just fun, yes, ok? Don’t ask me about that or I may really have to hit you.

Wait, I’m probably not supposed to lie while I write this. It isn’t ‘like you’ it’s very much like ‘love you’. And I REALLY don’t know how I can feel that, I’m not supposed to, you see? I should hate you and loathe your existence because you hurt the only person that I would die for.

But I don’t.

I have never heard of wanting to hate someone, so I guess that means I invented it. I want to hate you, but I can’t, and it tears me up more than I could ever say that I can’t do it.

(Agito… and of course Akito is worried because he does that, but now, Agito really couldn’t stop even if he wanted to.)

I don’t know a lot of things, fuck, I’m only two. I’m not meant to know a lot anyway, all I want or even need is Akito and to be with him.

Out of all the reasons that I’ve got, I don’t hate you or loathe your existence, and while I may want to hit you into next week sometimes, I’ll always regret wanting that.

What I can’t stand the most, is that I’m not allowed to love you, and circumstances and your own decisions have made it impossible for me to even think about there being an ‘us’.

If I’m not allowed to love you properly, can’t you come around long enough for me to hate you the right way?

Fuck.

-Agito.

The wind blows, but Agito holds the finished paper tightly, and he isn’t brave enough to read it back.

Agito…

“I’m fine,” he says it out loud because it is a lie that he needs to be true.

It’s almost like those moments of silence people always take when somebody dies. Agito leans back and doesn’t let a sound escape. As far as he’s concerned the only thing that registers is the wind whipping back and forth and back and forth.

“What am I supposed to do with this now?”

I think you’re supposed to keep it, but maybe-

Agito stands and heads to the nearest post office, if anyone there cares that he’s sort of crying and constantly rubbing at his eyes, they don’t say anything. Or maybe they are just too polite.

Either way, Agito shoves the stupid thing into a post box, it’s addressed to go to ‘Nowhere and everywhere’ and there are stamps of birds and sharks on it.

"There! Consider everything resolved."

Akito laughs, but it is humorless.

658 Years (Fic, Heroes, Peter/Claire)

2008-06-26T06:54:29Z

Title: 658 Years
Author: </a></font></b></a>summer_cities
Rating: K
Pairing: Peter/Claire
Spoilers: None. If you've seen the show, you're good.
Summary: Claire remembers a man she knew a lifetime ago.

March 6, 2648

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Bloom (Yuugiou GX - Yubel, Theme Bonus #02)

2008-06-19T23:35:34Z

Title: Sweet
Author/Artist: elemental_shark
Pairing/Character/etc: Yubel
Fandom: Yuugiou GX
Rating: G
Theme: #02 - Sweet
Disclaimer: Rights to GX and all associated series and characters belong to others with more brains than I have.

There were times where Yubel and Judai had lessons to attend while the other didn’t, but it didn’t occur to Yubel to see what Judai was doing until over a month after they first met. Summer had just begun and the weather grew hotter and more humid by the day, but when Yubel first ventured out and saw Judai practicing his swordsmanship outside he barely seemed to notice. Yubel watched him and his instructor from the shade of the castle’s shadow. She enjoyed the milder temperatures of springtime, but she found the stifling summer heat less agreeable.

Judai didn’t catch her until he and his instructor were done, but when he did he brightened, waving an arm at Yubel as he neared the doors she stood by. He looked fatigued despite his cheer, and Yubel watched him with concern. “How long have you been out here?” she asked when he was close enough.

“An hour or so. Not too long.” Judai wiped sweat off his forehead, and on closer examination Yubel could see the heat had taken some effect upon him. “Freed feels heat as I or any man would.”

“We should still go inside where it’s cooler. Exerting yourself in this heat must be tiring.”

“You don’t need to worry over me as you do, Yubel,” Judai assured her. “I’ve been taught and trained for years now, so I should be able to withstand some summer heat. But going indoors is like a welcome idea, now that we’re done. You don’t have anything to do for a few hours either, do you?”

“What? N-no, I don’t.” Yubel was startled; it felt as if he knew more about her than she did about him, and that embarrassed her. They were friends. She ought to learn that about him, shouldn’t she?

That night after supper Yubel found some parchment and wrote out what she knew about Judai. The organization came harder than expected, and she hadn’t had much practice writing outside of the lessons she’d asked her parents for, but Yubel took the time to think over it. She had a creditable memory and she recalled snippets of conversation to begin piecing together. There was always the option of asking Judai later, of course, but that wasn’t enough. Yubel planned to put effort into this, learning even a little more about Judai if she could. That was supposed to make the end result more satisfying, wasn’t it?

When she finally finished Yubel had no idea what time it could be, but she suspected it was late. Now that she’d finished Yubel realized how tired the work and thought had made her, so she put out the candles and retired to bed, and that night Yubel dreamed of Judai.

Judai pervaded her mind in the morning from the time Yubel woke up and recalled that Judai often rose earlier than she did, though he preferred to sleep late if he could get away with it. The midday meal reminded Yubel that he liked seafood; on the way to lessons, she muttered to herself the near-complete schedule she’d written up and found that his day was busier than hers, despite the classes Yubel had requested. It’s fitting, for someone who will be our future king. And being able to know all this about Judai pleased Yubel. The work had been worth it.

The next morning Yubel went out to watch Judai train again for a few moments, though when he spotted her Yubel hastily left again. She would rather have stayed, but if her presence distracted Judai then it would interrupt his training and his instructor wouldn’t be too pleased with it either. When she judged the time to be around when the session was over, however, she returned. Sure enough, Judai was done.

“Yubel! You’re here again?” Yubel nodded, inwardly scrambling to make up an explanation in case he asked for one. She was reluctant to mention what she’d done the previous night, and Yubel wasn’t sure how he would react to her saying she wanted to see him for no explainable reason. She came up with nothing, but thankfully Judai didn’t ask after all. “Will this become regular? Maybe I should start coming to visit you after some of your lessons.”

“You don’t have to go to that trouble. It’s fine.”

“I will if I want to. Didn’t you do that, just now?”

Yubel couldn’t argue with that, and though she kept it to herself the idea of Judai coming for her was flattering. “As you wish, then.”

Despite the summer heat, Yubel liked to meet Judai the most when he was out training with Freed. She only came out around the end, usually when he was finishing up, but occasionally Yubel did watch him up against Freed (usually being “defeated,” though once or twice he did manage to outperform his instructor) and watching him was magnificent. Yubel had little knowledge of fighting, but it didn’t take that much to appreciate the practiced fluidity she saw. Judai always claimed he still had a lot to learn—“Freed doesn’t like me to grow overconfident in what I can do”—but Yubel admired him nevertheless.

“I can’t fight like that,” she mentioned one day. “I’m fair at running and a few of the sports I’ve tried, but I’ve never fought.”

“Oh?” Judai asked. “How well can you run?”

“Well enough, for a girl of my age. I like it enough, but it’s rare I have a need for it. When I do, the girls remark that I ‘look especially like a boy’ while I do it. Not that I could likely outrun you,” Yubel hastily added. “Only compared to the other girls.”

“Are you familiar with any of them? Are any of them your friends?”

Taken aback for a second at the question, Yubel gathered herself before answering. “N-not in the same way you and I are friends,” she answered, blushing slightly at referring to their relationship as such. “We share classes, but I’m hardly part of their circle. They call me too boyish. Why do you ask?”

This time she surprised Judai, who looked momentary puzzled before breaking out into a laugh. “I don’t know! I’m sorry, am I asking too many questions of you?”

“No, not at all.” It occurred to Yubel that she might want to ask some questions herself, and she remembered the night she’d written about Judai. Maybe straight questions, like those Judai asked now, weren’t as out of the question as she’d thought. Judai was doing that now. Though she was still proud of the work she’d put into it, of course “This is one way to become more acquainted with friends, isn’t it?” she asked aloud.

“You’re right! We should do that more.” Judai hesitated before adding more quietly, “It sounds strange, but I really like having you as a friend, Yubel.”

Again Yubel was surprised. Apparently they were more alike than she’d believed. “I feel the same way!” That wasn’t the least of it—and what the most of it was Yubel couldn’t say, but that she was glad she and Judai were friends couldn’t come close to how she did feel now—but it would do for now.

And luckily it seemed that Judai shared her enthusiasm. “You’re honest? We need to do something together, then! What do you think?”

“It’s a good idea. It should be after your training, since we meet most often following those.”

“That’s about half an hour before the midday meal. We could have lunch outside, perhaps? If we can get the needed permissions, I’m familiar with the kitchen cooks. I can ask them for some food to take for the both of us. We can go and bring it outside when I’m dismissed.”

“That sounds like a plan. What day should we plan this for?”

Judai took a second to think. “How about four days from today? That should be more than enough time.”

“Four days it is, then.”

Four days later Yubel met Judai outside as usual and together they went to the kitchens. Judai was indeed friendly with the cooks, and though the cooks were too busy to talk for long with the midday meal so soon Yubel left carrying a basket full of food. Judai carried a smaller box given to him by the cooks, refusing to let Yubel take it. He insisted on carrying the blanket after that, so Yubel grabbed the few extra plates they were bringing out, despite his protests.

They set up outside, laying out the blanket on the grass and setting the blanket on it. Yubel took out the food in her basket and Judai took out the food in his, though he left the smaller box unopened. Taking food for themselves, the two began to eat.

The cooks had told them that their food was little more special than a portion of the meal they would have otherwise received in a few minutes on a normal day, but to Yubel everything tasted delicious. Judai seemed to think so too, and as Yubel had already known he especially enjoyed the fish they’d brought.

She’d had her doubts about being able to finish all the food, but it turned out that by the time they were pleasantly full the baskets were nearly empty. For a while Yubel and Judai just laid down next to each other, half on the blanket and half on the ground, blades of grass tickling their arms and necks as they watched the sky. Neither talked at first, until after what could have been five minutes or five hours Judai sat up and stretched.

“It’s hot.”

“It is,” Yubel agreed.

“It would be easy to fall asleep like this,” Judai remarked, lying back down. “Heat like this makes it easy to have a nice nap.”

“I don’t want to nap,” Yubel mumbled absentmindedly.

“Neither do I right now. Hey.” Judai sat up again and looked over at Yubel. “You said you were a runner, right?”

“I’m an adequate one. Why?”

“Race me.” Judai eased himself up more until he sat cross-legged facing Yubel. “Let’s see how well you run.”

Yubel raised herself up as well, balancing herself on her arms as she turned her head towards Judai. “I’m not nearly quick enough to beat the likes of you. If you expect a challenge, you’d best stop counting on one.”

“So?” Judai asked. “It’ll be fun anyway! This isn’t a contest, and there are no prizes. It doesn’t matter who wins or loses. And it’s better than sitting here trying not to fall asleep, right?”

“But it’s hot.”

“What’s a little more heat? It won’t be for too long, I promise.” Judai gave her a reassuring smile. “Just enough to wake us up. You said you didn’t want to nap, didn’t you?”

“I don’t want to run, either.”

“Oh, come on! Are you being the lazy one right now?” Judai wagged a teasing finger in front of her face. “You’re the one who chides me for shirking lessons, and now I have to get you to run? I thought you said you liked it.”

“Did I?”

“You did a few days a go, when we planned this.”

“I don’t enjoy it that much.”

“One race. It can’t do any harm, can it?”

Yubel hesitated for a moment before giving in, giving an exaggerated sigh of exasperation before moving to stand up. “Fine, fine.”

“It’ll be fun, you’ll see.” Judai hopped to his feet and surveyed the area. “How’s that?” He pointed to a tree roughly a hundred meters or so away. “To that tree and back?”

“It’s as good as anything else.”

“Get ready, then!” Judai positioned himself to begin running and Yubel did the same. “On the count of three! One, two—three!”

And they were off. At first Yubel ran slowly and stumbled twice, unused to the spontaneous running, but after about the first thirty meters she found she could and did speed up. Judai was already far ahead, but Yubel’s pride urged her to do her best to catch up with him even as her sense insisted that she couldn’t. By the time they reached the tree Yubel had narrowed down the distance between the two of them by a few meters; as Judai arrived at the blanket marking their starting point and finish line, she lagged somewhere around ten to twelve meters behind him.

It was better than she’d done before, but the distance that remained as she went the final distance to the finish line seemed to extend and she felt every step between them. “I—told you would win,” she said between pants, wiping her forehead to sweep off some of the sweat. It really was too hot, and the run hadn’t made it any better. “You win.”

“No, we have to do that again sometime!” Judai insisted, though he too was flushed. “You got pretty fast back there, Yubel. I want to see you run like that again! But not now.” He sat down on the blanket and lay down, spreading his arms out. “Maybe wait a few minutes so we can cool down first.”

“What? A few minutes? Didn’t you say one race?”

“Well, now it’s one good race. Aren’t you curious to find out how well you can run, too?”

“I won’t be able to outrace you.”

“Maybe you’re right. Maybe you’re wrong. What does it matter? You were right, Yubel: you’re not a bad runner. You’re not the quickest, but neither am I. I’d be easily bested by any number of different monsters. Think of how the speeds some of those that fly can reach!”

“That’s not the same thing.”

“It’s similar enough. If you have even a little skill, you should be glad! Encourage, growth, but appreciate what you do have because that little skill could help a lot. Freed always told me that.”

Sometimes Judai’s ability to persuade Yubel chagrined her. There were times where he made little sense, and then there were times where he made entirely too much sense. “You admire Freed, don’t you?”

Judai sensed the yield in her tone and flashed Yubel a grin as he sprang up. “He’s an admirable instructor, and he’s been doing it for years. Let’s go.”

They readied themselves again, and Judai began the countdown. “One, two…” He trailed off at the end, glancing to his right at Yubel for a brief second.

“What is it?”

“Oh, nothing.” He turned back forward, looking towards the tree again. “One, two…” Another pause, just a few beats longer than Yubel had anticipated. “Three!” With that Judai ran off, leaving Yubel to gape before realizing what had happened.

“Judai, you—” She sprinted after him, trying to suppress a laugh bubbling up from amidst her indignation. Oh, he wanted to play tricks now? Well, they’d see how far a little cheat like that got him.

The distance between then was smaller now, and as Yubel came within a few meters of the tree Judai passed her on his second leg on the race. On impulse Yubel reached out as he did, giving him a shove forceful enough to throw him momentarily off balance. His yelp and the startled cry of “Yubel!” would have made her giggle, but neither was willing to spend the effort yet while the race was still on.

The shove gave Yubel enough time to catch up with Judai, to her amazement, and for most of the remaining distance they ran nearly side-by-side. At about twenty meters from the blanket they exchanged looks as if cued and put on final bursts of speed for this last bit of the race. It was close and it was exhilarating, and as Yubel stumbled on to the blanket’s edge a couple seconds behind Judai she purposely fell backwards, landing to sit on the grass with an impact and laying the rest of her down. Judai followed suit. Like before, neither spoke and for a few minutes there was only heavy breathing as they recovered from the race.

“It’s hot,” Judai said again.

“I can’t imagine why,” Yubel drawled.

“Let’s not do that again today.”

“That would be one of your better ideas.”

“You were good, though,” he continued. “You can’t say you weren’t, not after what we just did.”

Agreeing felt too presumptuous. “You cheated.”

“So did you!” She knew that was how he’d respond, but it changed the subject enough. “That’s not fair.”

“You were the one who began that unfairness.”

“You continued it!”

“What is a prince but an example for his people?”

Judai shoved her playfully, and she shoved back. It continued like that for a few rounds, and they laughed. “Let’s agree that we both cheated,” Judai suggested. “So we both lost, or rather we both won. Losing is too negative for this.”

“Victory is a satisfying feeling.”

“It is, isn’t it?”

“We should do this again sometime.”

“That’s not a bad idea. The racing, the meal, the—oh!” Judai sat up abruptly. “I almost forgot!”

“Forgot what?”

“A surprise.” Not moving from where he sat, Judai reached out an arm to grab the small box he’d carried when they first came out. He opened the box, tipping it at an angle so that Yubel could see the contents now.

“More food?”

“Nut pastries. I made them myself. There were a lot so I gave most of them to the cooks, but I brought a few for today. I’m not an experienced cook at all, but I thought they might be nice.” Judai picked one out and took a tentative bite. “I might have put in too much honey.”

Yubel sat up and chose one for herself, nibbling at it. “It’s not that bad. Sweeter than what you might normally have, but it’s not terrible.”

Judai regarded her curiously. “Do you think? Try a larger portion.”

Yubel obeyed, deliberating as she chewed. “It is a little overwhelming,” she admitted, deciding to be honest with him. “Especially with the heat, because even the air is sticky. That you can do this at all is worth some merit, though. I know nothing of cooking myself.”

“Really? I thought you’d be able to do something, since you’re a…” Judai reddened, realizing his folly. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have assumed something like that. But I can show you a little, if there’s ever some time we’re able to. That is, if you don’t mind being helped by somebody new to it himself.”

“No, no! I’m not aiming to master it. I couldn’t possibly hope for that. I don’t expect to ever have much need of it, here. Being able to cook well isn’t a requirement if I’m to be married off to some young noble boy or other within a few years.” She kept her face wry and ironic, though inside her own comment pulled at her. Her mother had been hinting at such subjects since mid-spring, and she’d begun directly bringing it up the past month.

Judai laughed, but it rang hollow. He didn’t seem too thrilled by the idea either, and Yubel couldn’t blame him. Marriage of any kind was not in her interests right now; as grateful she was to her parents for the freedom they allowed her, she privately wished her mother would at least leave the matter until she was older.

“But let’s not talk about that,” she said, surprising herself as she spoke. “It’s still too hot to speak of the future or anything serious.” She started on her pastry again. “Mm. It’s sweet, but still not horrible. And that can always be changed next time, if you ever make this again.”

Judai smiled, genuinely this time. “I’ll definitely make it again, for sure. And I can show you how, if we ever find the time.”

“Good! And…I’d like that.” Yubel finished her pastry and reached for another, this time savoring the onslaught of honey as she bit into it. “We should go in soon,” she murmured after a few minutes, craning her head up to check the sun’s position. “How long have we been here?”

“I’m not sure. You’re probably right.” Judai looked up too but didn’t move to get up. “Let’s stay a few more minutes.”

“All right.” Yubel was fine with staying out here with Judai for a little bit longer. Just fine.

It was another twenty minutes before they began packing up to leave.

Soul Calibur -- Raphael/Amy -- Theme 01 Bitter

2008-06-15T11:56:30Z

Title: It's My Mistake
Author: dorianxface
Pairing: Raphael/Amy
Fandom: Soul Calibur
Rating: PG
Theme: 01 ;; Bitter
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Raphael, Amy and all related works are property of Namco.

It’s not in her nature, but sometimes Amy can’t help it. She can’t help but feel bitter towards him, because he left her when he swore he never would. He said she was his and he was hers, they belonged to one another and belonged with one another, and nothing could ever separate them from one another. She hesitates to say that he lied to her, because all her faith is in him and has been since the day they met, but all she can do now is ask why.

He told her it was all for her. “It will be our world, Amy,” he’d said, almost fiercely, and she knew he was doing everything he could to protect her. To change the world for her? He must love her. He must love her every bit as much as he had always said he did.

But still she couldn’t stop the resentment which gnawed at her every minute he was away. If he loved her so much, he wouldn’t have left her. He just wouldn’t.

Need (Naruto - Madara/Itachi, #29)

2008-06-10T21:04:05Z

Title: Need
Artist: tomoe_daeva
Pairing: Madara x Itachi
Fandom: Naruto
Rating: NC-17
Theme: #29 Need

Memory (Harry Potter - Lucius/Hermione #10)

2008-06-09T16:12:57Z

Title: Memory
Author: minervasrevenge
Pairing: Lucius/Hermione
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: Adult
Theme: #10: Memory
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters and locations belong to their creators.
A/N: Follows Afar

(Fake Cut)

Touches, OTH, Peyton/Haley, #27 Touch

2008-06-08T05:33:07Z

Title: Touches
Author: crimsonredmagic
Pairing: Peyton Sawyer/Haley James (Scott)
Fandom: One Tree Hill
Theme: #27 Touch
Disclaimer: I don’t own Peyton or Haley. They belong to Mark Schwann.
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 108

Afar (Harr Potter - Lucius/Hermione #20)

2008-06-06T21:45:43Z

Title: Afar
Author: minervasrevenge
Pairing: Lucius/Hermione
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: All ages
Theme: #20: Afar
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters and locations belong to their creators.

(Fake Cut)

Four Fics, One Tree Hill, Peyton/Haley

2008-06-05T00:50:13Z

Title: Alone And Lonely
Author/Artist:

crimsonredmagic
Pairing: Haley James (Scott)/Peyton Sawyer
Fandom: One Tree Hill
Theme: #24 Lonely
Disclaimer: One Tree Hill is the property of Mark Schwann and The CW Network. I own nothing.
Word Count: 105

Title: Know The Unknown
Author/Artist:

crimsonredmagic
Pairing: Haley James (Scott)/Peyton Sawyer
Fandom: One Tree Hill
Theme: #15 Unknown
Disclaimer: One Tree Hill is the property of Mark Schwann and The CW Network. I own nothing.
Word Count:114

Title: Craving Darkness
Author/Artist:

crimsonredmagic
Pairing: Haley James (Scott)/Peyton Sawyer
Fandom: One Tree Hill
Theme: #14 Dark
Disclaimer: One Tree Hill is the property of Mark Schwann and The CW Network. I own nothing.
Word Count: 129

Title: Secret
Author/Artist:

crimsonredmagic
Pairing: Haley James (Scott)/Peyton Sawyer
Fandom: One Tree Hill
Theme: #13 Hidden
Disclaimer: One Tree Hill is the property of Mark Schwann and The CW Network. I own nothing.
Word Count: 118

Can all be found HERE at my Journal

Every Sunday. One Tree Hill, Peyton/Haley, #25 Forbidden

2008-05-24T05:24:24Z

Title: Every Sunday

Author: crimsonredmagic

Fandom: One Tree Hill

Pairing: Peyton Sawyer/Haley James (Scott)

Theme: #25 Forbidden

Rating: PG-13

Disclaimer: I own nothing, Mark owns OTH. But if he’d like to maybe let me have a lend I wouldn’t say no. Oh and I don’t own the tiny Dido reference either.

Word Count: 563

Soul Calibur -- Raphael/Amy -- Theme 04 Hate

2008-05-21T15:46:06Z

Title: Pretending (I completely suck with titles. I'm sorry.)
Author: dorianxface
Pairing: Raphael/Amy
Fandom: Soul Calibur
Rating: Err probably PG?
Theme: 04 ;; Hate
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Raphael, Amy and all related works are property of Namco.
Notes: This is one of only about two that I like so far xD

“I hate you!”

These words, flung from her lips in a moment of frenzied passion and rage, wounded him more than he would ever say. Her voice barely ever rose beyond a whisper, and that alone upset him. To hear her tiny, delicate voice distorted in such a way was almost painful. And, although he knew that she didn’t, that she couldn’t mean what she said, to hear such vulgar words thrown at him with such conviction by his beloved was almost more than he could bear.

And yet he knew that he had brought it upon himself. What had he expected her to say when he announced that he was leaving her? Had he expected that she would accept it quietly, submissively, had he expected that she would be receptive to the idea? He knew that it was his fault, yet he also knew that he was doing it for her sake. Surely she knew that herself?

He reached for her, to touch her cheek which had flushed with colour in her fervour, and she flinched, drawing herself back, drawing herself away from him. In that moment, he was certain that he felt whatever remained of his heart break. And so he withdrew his hand, he looked away from her, and he merely said, in a tone that betrayed no emotion, “That’s fine”.

And when she left the room in tears he slammed his fist down on the desk and he hated himself.