Finally!
Two weeks crammed into one, and the first isn't finished. I also only did the Fic Duel this week because omgstress. x_x I hate this time of year.
Title: Chocolate
Fandom: Original
Rating: PG-13
Jillianne was completely confused as to how - and most of all, why - this was happening, but she honestly wasn’t complaining. The lips against her own tasted of chocolate - a remnant of the snacks she had brought to the library, which had subsequently been stolen by the man who was now holding her up against a wall, hands on her neck, breasts, ass, and mmm.
She only had a moment to be glad that the door was locked before she was set carefully on the counter and a head was between her legs, her pants pulled down around her ankles. She felt nose, teeth, and then air as her panties were removed and replaced with tongue and soft puffs of breath that made her shiver - part from nervousness, part from fear, part from excitement and anticipation.
She groaned as the heat, becoming more familiar as the touches continued, left her crotch, only to travel up her unbuttoned shirt to meet her lips again, this time the chocolate taste overlapped by other, interesting tastes.
He held her close, one hand between her shoulder blades, the other tracing light lines up her leg until it came to rest against her clit, teasing her with the slightest of touches.
“Ugh, if you’re going to-” She never got a chance to finish her statement, as he moved, entering her with a single finger, waiting for a moment before sliding in and out, occasionally glancing over that spot that made her groan louder. He smirked and slid his finger out, adding another when he entered her again, wiggling his fingers and scissoring them, the motions making Jillianne throw her head back, both in ecstasy and partially in pain.
She gripped the edge of the counter and pulled herself together enough to give the man a glare, grating out a rough, “Just do it already.”
Grinning, he kissed her - chocolate still - and replied, “As you wish.”
***
She knew that she had known him from somewhere, but she had to admit that it was more than awkward to sit there, listening to the biology teacher drone on, and watch the TA - the man you had sex with just the other day - eat chocolate.
Brendan Thompson looked up, caught her eye, and winked, and she wondered if maybe she could survive biology after all.
Title: Reflection
Fandom: Fire Emblem
Pairing/Characters: Edward/Leonardo, Renetta, River (OFC and OMC)
Rating: G
Leonardo remembers the day he met his children. He remembers watching Edward walk up, River on his shoulder and Renetta clinging to his hand, a sheepish but confident smile on his face. He remembers reacting with surprise, disbelief, and eventual acceptance - he could never hold out long against Edward, and the two children warmed their way into his heart so fast and so stealthily that he couldn’t tell when it even began. He remembers Renetta’s smile when he picked her up, as well as the first time the twins laughed, months after the war ended.
He also remembers the way his heart jumped into his throat when he watched the children wash their hands to help make food for the evening, and two small blue marks stood out on their arms. He remembers when Edward, and later the twins together, asked him what was wrong - he told Edward bluntly, and reassured the children that they were special and that he would always love them, even if others thought badly of them, for whatever reason.
Leonardo also remembers the reassurances of the people around them, the people who River and Renetta consider aunts and uncles now, who have never let them down.
It’s not the same as holding his children, holding his lover, being there with them, away from the fighting and violence, but it is enough to remember. It is enough to give him the will to continue, to teach others who were too young to fight, people from every country, of every race, laguz, beorc, and Branded all. He teaches them to shoot, teaches them the skills they need to protect themselves, but, most of all, he remembers, and he tells them about what it’s like to find love on a battlefield, and to build a family from the ashes of destruction.
He hopes that it is a lesson they will never forget.
(I just noticed... I did not mean for that to imply that Edward, Renetta and River were dead. They're just not with the military like Leonardo is. He goes to see them as often as he can, and doesn't fight but just trains people.)
Title: Spring Hell
Fandom: Digimon 02
Pairing: Davis/Ken
Rating: G
Theme: Blossom/Condition
It was spring, and the flowers were in a fury of blooming after the last weeks’ rain.
And Ken couldn’t have been more miserable.
The rain had been nice, not too hard as to drive everyone nuts, but just enough to keep things cool and refreshing. Then the flowers had bloomed, the pollen had spread, and Ken was on the verge of locking himself in his room for a month until it stopped being so hard to breathe.
There was a quick knock at the door before Davis let himself in, and Ken had to smile in spite of the feeling of being rather trampled.
“You think you’d have more resistance, man,” he said, holding out a couple of pills and a glass of water. “Your mother wouldn’t let me in unless I made you take these,” he added, and the two boys shared a grin, knowing that Mrs. Ichijouji adored the brunet and treated him almost like another son.
Ken took the medicine and sighed, leaning back and closing his eyes, listening to the laughter that started when Davis freed Chibimon from the bag he had carried him over in. He didn’t hear any movement towards him, so he was surprised when something touched his forehead, and his eyes flew open.
Davis looked down at him and smiled before kissing him on the forehead again. “Feel better soon, okay? Sleep if you need to; I’ll be right here.” He took a place next to Ken and smiled when the dark haired boy leaned over to use him as a pillow.
“Thanks, Davis,” Ken whispered as sleep claimed him. Maybe spring won’t be so bad this year.
Title: Weather Forever
Fandom: Kiesha'ra
Pairing: Urban/Marus(incarnations)
Rating: G-ish?
Few things have been consistent over the millennia that Urban has lived existed, and one stands out in his mind above all others.
He remembers the rain that came too late to put out the fires, the rain that fell around him as Krys approached him, the rain that fell on him as he died and yet lived.
He remembers the breeze that woke him, that pushed him towards the call of blood, the breeze that eventually led him to others of his new kind - though he is still unique amongst them all, snake and demon, lifeless and so devoted to life.
He remembers the moon, the light in the darkness that he spent hours - many sleepless hours - watching. He remembers meeting Krys for the first time in his unlife, and the crescent moon that hung overhead.
He remembers the sun, the way it warmed him even as he was so cold, and the way that it burned him when he stayed in it too long - though it was not the burst-into-flame burn that the humans thought was true.
He remembers the fog that led him to Marcus - or perhaps Marcus to him, he was never really sure. He remembers those earth-brown eyes that he knew instantly, no matter if they didn’t know him.
He remembers the overcast day that took Marcus from him, and later, much later, the day that he saw Mark, the moment that he knew it was him - Marus - again.
The weather was tied to his existence, and it was one of the few constants that he could rely on.
Title: Chocolate
Fandom: Original
Rating: PG-13
Jillianne was completely confused as to how - and most of all, why - this was happening, but she honestly wasn’t complaining. The lips against her own tasted of chocolate - a remnant of the snacks she had brought to the library, which had subsequently been stolen by the man who was now holding her up against a wall, hands on her neck, breasts, ass, and mmm.
She only had a moment to be glad that the door was locked before she was set carefully on the counter and a head was between her legs, her pants pulled down around her ankles. She felt nose, teeth, and then air as her panties were removed and replaced with tongue and soft puffs of breath that made her shiver - part from nervousness, part from fear, part from excitement and anticipation.
She groaned as the heat, becoming more familiar as the touches continued, left her crotch, only to travel up her unbuttoned shirt to meet her lips again, this time the chocolate taste overlapped by other, interesting tastes.
He held her close, one hand between her shoulder blades, the other tracing light lines up her leg until it came to rest against her clit, teasing her with the slightest of touches.
“Ugh, if you’re going to-” She never got a chance to finish her statement, as he moved, entering her with a single finger, waiting for a moment before sliding in and out, occasionally glancing over that spot that made her groan louder. He smirked and slid his finger out, adding another when he entered her again, wiggling his fingers and scissoring them, the motions making Jillianne throw her head back, both in ecstasy and partially in pain.
She gripped the edge of the counter and pulled herself together enough to give the man a glare, grating out a rough, “Just do it already.”
Grinning, he kissed her - chocolate still - and replied, “As you wish.”
***
She knew that she had known him from somewhere, but she had to admit that it was more than awkward to sit there, listening to the biology teacher drone on, and watch the TA - the man you had sex with just the other day - eat chocolate.
Brendan Thompson looked up, caught her eye, and winked, and she wondered if maybe she could survive biology after all.
Title: Reflection
Fandom: Fire Emblem
Pairing/Characters: Edward/Leonardo, Renetta, River (OFC and OMC)
Rating: G
Leonardo remembers the day he met his children. He remembers watching Edward walk up, River on his shoulder and Renetta clinging to his hand, a sheepish but confident smile on his face. He remembers reacting with surprise, disbelief, and eventual acceptance - he could never hold out long against Edward, and the two children warmed their way into his heart so fast and so stealthily that he couldn’t tell when it even began. He remembers Renetta’s smile when he picked her up, as well as the first time the twins laughed, months after the war ended.
He also remembers the way his heart jumped into his throat when he watched the children wash their hands to help make food for the evening, and two small blue marks stood out on their arms. He remembers when Edward, and later the twins together, asked him what was wrong - he told Edward bluntly, and reassured the children that they were special and that he would always love them, even if others thought badly of them, for whatever reason.
Leonardo also remembers the reassurances of the people around them, the people who River and Renetta consider aunts and uncles now, who have never let them down.
It’s not the same as holding his children, holding his lover, being there with them, away from the fighting and violence, but it is enough to remember. It is enough to give him the will to continue, to teach others who were too young to fight, people from every country, of every race, laguz, beorc, and Branded all. He teaches them to shoot, teaches them the skills they need to protect themselves, but, most of all, he remembers, and he tells them about what it’s like to find love on a battlefield, and to build a family from the ashes of destruction.
He hopes that it is a lesson they will never forget.
(I just noticed... I did not mean for that to imply that Edward, Renetta and River were dead. They're just not with the military like Leonardo is. He goes to see them as often as he can, and doesn't fight but just trains people.)
Title: Spring Hell
Fandom: Digimon 02
Pairing: Davis/Ken
Rating: G
Theme: Blossom/Condition
It was spring, and the flowers were in a fury of blooming after the last weeks’ rain.
And Ken couldn’t have been more miserable.
The rain had been nice, not too hard as to drive everyone nuts, but just enough to keep things cool and refreshing. Then the flowers had bloomed, the pollen had spread, and Ken was on the verge of locking himself in his room for a month until it stopped being so hard to breathe.
There was a quick knock at the door before Davis let himself in, and Ken had to smile in spite of the feeling of being rather trampled.
“You think you’d have more resistance, man,” he said, holding out a couple of pills and a glass of water. “Your mother wouldn’t let me in unless I made you take these,” he added, and the two boys shared a grin, knowing that Mrs. Ichijouji adored the brunet and treated him almost like another son.
Ken took the medicine and sighed, leaning back and closing his eyes, listening to the laughter that started when Davis freed Chibimon from the bag he had carried him over in. He didn’t hear any movement towards him, so he was surprised when something touched his forehead, and his eyes flew open.
Davis looked down at him and smiled before kissing him on the forehead again. “Feel better soon, okay? Sleep if you need to; I’ll be right here.” He took a place next to Ken and smiled when the dark haired boy leaned over to use him as a pillow.
“Thanks, Davis,” Ken whispered as sleep claimed him. Maybe spring won’t be so bad this year.
Title: Weather Forever
Fandom: Kiesha'ra
Pairing: Urban/Marus(incarnations)
Rating: G-ish?
Few things have been consistent over the millennia that Urban has lived existed, and one stands out in his mind above all others.
He remembers the rain that came too late to put out the fires, the rain that fell around him as Krys approached him, the rain that fell on him as he died and yet lived.
He remembers the breeze that woke him, that pushed him towards the call of blood, the breeze that eventually led him to others of his new kind - though he is still unique amongst them all, snake and demon, lifeless and so devoted to life.
He remembers the moon, the light in the darkness that he spent hours - many sleepless hours - watching. He remembers meeting Krys for the first time in his unlife, and the crescent moon that hung overhead.
He remembers the sun, the way it warmed him even as he was so cold, and the way that it burned him when he stayed in it too long - though it was not the burst-into-flame burn that the humans thought was true.
He remembers the fog that led him to Marcus - or perhaps Marcus to him, he was never really sure. He remembers those earth-brown eyes that he knew instantly, no matter if they didn’t know him.
He remembers the overcast day that took Marcus from him, and later, much later, the day that he saw Mark, the moment that he knew it was him - Marus - again.
The weather was tied to his existence, and it was one of the few constants that he could rely on.