Percival/Borus - Honestly and Miakis/Lymsleia - Brat Queen
Title: Honestly
Pairing: Borus/Percival (Suikoden III)
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: This is fanfiction. I do not own Suikoden III or any of its characters or places.
Author's Note: Inspired by Christmas and being together. 5 parts, 100+50(n-1) words each, that take place one winter post-Fire-Bringer War.
1.
Percival didn't lie to Borus...usually. He just sometimes purposely omitted the truth. So when Borus asked him why he had to leave the Knights, Percival said that he was homesick. He made Borus believe that he loved his mother more than anything else in the world. Though he did love his mother a lot, he loved Borus even more. It was best that Borus didn't know anything, since it would keep Borus's thoughts on Chris. And she would definitely need his strength.
"I'll miss you," he told Borus before he left. It was true; Borus just wouldn't know how much.
2.
He was very nervous; he had to admit that standing in front of Chris still made his knees wobble, especially with her lips pressed tightly like that. He waited as Chris considered his request for a 2-week vacation in the middle of winter. The Zexen Knights weren't the same without Percival, and his presence was more important because of it. However, Borus really needed this break. He told her that he felt tired and that he couldn't think; these feelings were true, but her conclusion probably wasn't.
She wouldn't know that he was suffering from insomnia, caused by particular interesting dreams involving Percival... He still believed that he loved Chris, but there was something missing. He desperately needed to know what it was, however selfish that sounded. His hands shook slightly as he waited for her decision.
"You may go," she said. Borus breathed deeply and bowed gratefully before exiting.
3.
Percival groaned as his hands searched for his discarded blankets. He barely slept as restless dreams stole away his blankets, stole away his warmth. Retrieving his blankets meant that he had to climb out of his bed, so he decided to dress and take an early ride outside of Iksay. With a scarf around his neck and a hat over his head, Percival headed out in the cold blistering winds, riding through the desolate plains.
Half an hour out, he noticed that someone was riding towards him, a small but shiny figure in the reflected sunlight. Piercingly bright...it could only be the Zexen armor! Who would be coming toward him? Blinking didn't make the figure disappear, and the hoof sounds gradually crescendoed. The hair...blonde...it was Borus!
"Borus!"
"Percival!"
He let Borus approach him; they dismounted simultaneously and immediately embraced. "What are you doing here?" Percival asked.
"Just riding," Borus replied cryptically. Percival gave him a look. "Ok, I'm on vacation."
"Here?" Borus nodded and Percival smiled. His snobby noble friend coming to visit? That was a pleasant surprise. "Then let me make it worth your while." He watched his unusually silent friend curiously as they made their way to Iksay.
4.
Hot tea was on the table. Borus kept looking down at his cup. He felt Percival's piercing gaze burn him; he felt guilty for not being able to tell his friend why he was here. He was embarrassed by his selfishness. After all, the real reason he was here was to bring Percival back to Brass Castle.
Percival banged the table with his fist, causing Borus to almost sputter his tea. "Talk to me," Percival said once Borus’s eyes were upon him. "I know you didn't come here just for tea."
Borus swallowed before looking back down at his tea. "It’s...it's...how is your mother?" He was avoiding the implied question, and Percival also knew that. They couldn't lie to each other.
"She's fine. Actually she really likes to pamper me," Percival said with a smile. "I'm probably out of shape because of her," he joked.
"You look just fine," Borus muttered. He heard Percival stand up and walk towards him.
"Look at me!" Percival hissed into his ear, turning Borus's face so that they looked eye to eye. "Tell me what's wrong, please?"
Borus just stared at him, unable to move his lips, no matter how much he tried. So Percival talked instead.
"Whatever you may think, you are probably wrong. My life is nice, but it's lonely. And I would prefer that you talk to me."
He retied his scarf, grabbed his gloves, walked to the door. "When you are ready," he said, "meet me in the back fields."
5.
It was cold outside, colder than he expected. Percival was waiting for a long time, but was it longer than he expected to? He didn't know what to expect any more. It had been a while since he had last seen Borus; had he changed that much? Had they both changed?
He finally heard it, the ridiculous sound of Borus's armor as Borus walked towards him. When were Borus's footsteps so heavy? When did he become so...tired?
Borus clumsily took a seat beside him. The snow wasn't falling anymore, but the wind was still biting. Percival immediately snuggled up against Borus's chest, using him as a shield. Borus, his face rosy, allowed him to stay that way.
"Percival..." he began, "I..."
"What happened to us?" Percival wondered aloud, hoping Borus would enlighten him.
"I don't know," Borus replied truthfully. "Why did you have to leave?"
"Why not? Why can't we talk to each other?"
"Because!" Borus hugged Percival tighter. "I don't know...I don't know what I think, what I feel. I can't sleep, and I miss you so much..."
"I miss you too," Percival replied.
They sat in silence for a while, and then Percival decided, boldly, to turn around and kiss Borus briefly on the lips. Borus sat silently as Percival looked for a reaction.
"Borus, this means that I love you," Percival said, caressing Borus's cheek with his glove.
Borus looked very red. "I...thank you." He smiled, and Percival smiled back.
"I think I..." Borus began, but Percival's glove stopped him. Percival knew that Borus needed time and didn't want to rush him.
"I will go back with you," Percival replied, answering the unasked question. "A few weeks away from home can't hurt Mother too much."
Borus smiled as they headed back, hand in hand, to the house.
Title: Brat Queen
Pairing: Miakis/Lymsleia (Suikoden V)
Rating: G
Disclaimer: This is fanfiction and I don't claim any of these characters.
Author's Note: First fanfic in over 2 years and it's been half a year since I've played Suikoden V, and that game needs more slash fiction!
"You are dismissed!"
The slender, balding black-haired man of around forty years bowed deeply and graciously in front of the young queen of twenty. Brown hair swept regally off her face, Lymsleia looked every bit of the stern queen that she had become. The regal robes that draped down her slender form no longer engulfed her but rather flattered her, magnifying her presence. As the last steps out of the room were taken, the young queen exhaled deeply. Her ever present bodyguard, Miakis, dressed the same as always, extended her hand to the young queen.
"Lym, are you ready to retire?" she asked politely but with a smile on her face. It was contagious; Lym's mouth broke out of its stiff line and morphed into a toothy grin.
"Yes I am! I'm ready to abdicate, give my brother the job, and run away with you," she replied.
Miakis laughed, the laughter ringing in the empty audience hall. "Ok, lead the way!" She let Lym grab her hand and drag her out of the audience hall, giggling. Once back in Lym's room, Miakis immediately helped Lym unpin her hair, letting the long brown hair fall like water down her smooth back. She also removed Lym's outer robe and Lym breathed loudly and deeply.
"Finally," Lym said, collapsing onto the plush bed. Miakis, already with permission, took her place next to Lym on the bed, stroking her hair. Miakis's fingers crept towards Lym's face, and Lym allowed Miakis to caress her cheek. Lym sighed.
"When can I stop dealing with ugly old men?" Lym whined. Miakis laughed.
"When you have a little brat of your own to run this country," Miakis replied with a smirk. Lym playfully slapped Miakis's hands away before sitting up. She glared at Miakis with her large brown eyes.
"Are you calling me a brat?"
"Maybe," Miakis said, her left finger on her chin as if she was thinking hard. "But you are also the most wonderful Queen," she replied truthfully.
"Really? Even better than my Mother?" Lym said, taking Miakis's right hand.
"Maybe," Miakis said again, cryptically with a smirk. Lym, annoyed and impatient, squeezed Miakis's hand tightly, her nails scratching Miakis's hand slightly. "Yes, yes, of course you are the best!" Miakis yelled out, giving in too quickly in her opinion.
When Miakis stood up and double checked that the door was locked, her smile was as deep as the Feitas River.
Pairing: Borus/Percival (Suikoden III)
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: This is fanfiction. I do not own Suikoden III or any of its characters or places.
Author's Note: Inspired by Christmas and being together. 5 parts, 100+50(n-1) words each, that take place one winter post-Fire-Bringer War.
1.
Percival didn't lie to Borus...usually. He just sometimes purposely omitted the truth. So when Borus asked him why he had to leave the Knights, Percival said that he was homesick. He made Borus believe that he loved his mother more than anything else in the world. Though he did love his mother a lot, he loved Borus even more. It was best that Borus didn't know anything, since it would keep Borus's thoughts on Chris. And she would definitely need his strength.
"I'll miss you," he told Borus before he left. It was true; Borus just wouldn't know how much.
2.
He was very nervous; he had to admit that standing in front of Chris still made his knees wobble, especially with her lips pressed tightly like that. He waited as Chris considered his request for a 2-week vacation in the middle of winter. The Zexen Knights weren't the same without Percival, and his presence was more important because of it. However, Borus really needed this break. He told her that he felt tired and that he couldn't think; these feelings were true, but her conclusion probably wasn't.
She wouldn't know that he was suffering from insomnia, caused by particular interesting dreams involving Percival... He still believed that he loved Chris, but there was something missing. He desperately needed to know what it was, however selfish that sounded. His hands shook slightly as he waited for her decision.
"You may go," she said. Borus breathed deeply and bowed gratefully before exiting.
3.
Percival groaned as his hands searched for his discarded blankets. He barely slept as restless dreams stole away his blankets, stole away his warmth. Retrieving his blankets meant that he had to climb out of his bed, so he decided to dress and take an early ride outside of Iksay. With a scarf around his neck and a hat over his head, Percival headed out in the cold blistering winds, riding through the desolate plains.
Half an hour out, he noticed that someone was riding towards him, a small but shiny figure in the reflected sunlight. Piercingly bright...it could only be the Zexen armor! Who would be coming toward him? Blinking didn't make the figure disappear, and the hoof sounds gradually crescendoed. The hair...blonde...it was Borus!
"Borus!"
"Percival!"
He let Borus approach him; they dismounted simultaneously and immediately embraced. "What are you doing here?" Percival asked.
"Just riding," Borus replied cryptically. Percival gave him a look. "Ok, I'm on vacation."
"Here?" Borus nodded and Percival smiled. His snobby noble friend coming to visit? That was a pleasant surprise. "Then let me make it worth your while." He watched his unusually silent friend curiously as they made their way to Iksay.
4.
Hot tea was on the table. Borus kept looking down at his cup. He felt Percival's piercing gaze burn him; he felt guilty for not being able to tell his friend why he was here. He was embarrassed by his selfishness. After all, the real reason he was here was to bring Percival back to Brass Castle.
Percival banged the table with his fist, causing Borus to almost sputter his tea. "Talk to me," Percival said once Borus’s eyes were upon him. "I know you didn't come here just for tea."
Borus swallowed before looking back down at his tea. "It’s...it's...how is your mother?" He was avoiding the implied question, and Percival also knew that. They couldn't lie to each other.
"She's fine. Actually she really likes to pamper me," Percival said with a smile. "I'm probably out of shape because of her," he joked.
"You look just fine," Borus muttered. He heard Percival stand up and walk towards him.
"Look at me!" Percival hissed into his ear, turning Borus's face so that they looked eye to eye. "Tell me what's wrong, please?"
Borus just stared at him, unable to move his lips, no matter how much he tried. So Percival talked instead.
"Whatever you may think, you are probably wrong. My life is nice, but it's lonely. And I would prefer that you talk to me."
He retied his scarf, grabbed his gloves, walked to the door. "When you are ready," he said, "meet me in the back fields."
5.
It was cold outside, colder than he expected. Percival was waiting for a long time, but was it longer than he expected to? He didn't know what to expect any more. It had been a while since he had last seen Borus; had he changed that much? Had they both changed?
He finally heard it, the ridiculous sound of Borus's armor as Borus walked towards him. When were Borus's footsteps so heavy? When did he become so...tired?
Borus clumsily took a seat beside him. The snow wasn't falling anymore, but the wind was still biting. Percival immediately snuggled up against Borus's chest, using him as a shield. Borus, his face rosy, allowed him to stay that way.
"Percival..." he began, "I..."
"What happened to us?" Percival wondered aloud, hoping Borus would enlighten him.
"I don't know," Borus replied truthfully. "Why did you have to leave?"
"Why not? Why can't we talk to each other?"
"Because!" Borus hugged Percival tighter. "I don't know...I don't know what I think, what I feel. I can't sleep, and I miss you so much..."
"I miss you too," Percival replied.
They sat in silence for a while, and then Percival decided, boldly, to turn around and kiss Borus briefly on the lips. Borus sat silently as Percival looked for a reaction.
"Borus, this means that I love you," Percival said, caressing Borus's cheek with his glove.
Borus looked very red. "I...thank you." He smiled, and Percival smiled back.
"I think I..." Borus began, but Percival's glove stopped him. Percival knew that Borus needed time and didn't want to rush him.
"I will go back with you," Percival replied, answering the unasked question. "A few weeks away from home can't hurt Mother too much."
Borus smiled as they headed back, hand in hand, to the house.
Title: Brat Queen
Pairing: Miakis/Lymsleia (Suikoden V)
Rating: G
Disclaimer: This is fanfiction and I don't claim any of these characters.
Author's Note: First fanfic in over 2 years and it's been half a year since I've played Suikoden V, and that game needs more slash fiction!
"You are dismissed!"
The slender, balding black-haired man of around forty years bowed deeply and graciously in front of the young queen of twenty. Brown hair swept regally off her face, Lymsleia looked every bit of the stern queen that she had become. The regal robes that draped down her slender form no longer engulfed her but rather flattered her, magnifying her presence. As the last steps out of the room were taken, the young queen exhaled deeply. Her ever present bodyguard, Miakis, dressed the same as always, extended her hand to the young queen.
"Lym, are you ready to retire?" she asked politely but with a smile on her face. It was contagious; Lym's mouth broke out of its stiff line and morphed into a toothy grin.
"Yes I am! I'm ready to abdicate, give my brother the job, and run away with you," she replied.
Miakis laughed, the laughter ringing in the empty audience hall. "Ok, lead the way!" She let Lym grab her hand and drag her out of the audience hall, giggling. Once back in Lym's room, Miakis immediately helped Lym unpin her hair, letting the long brown hair fall like water down her smooth back. She also removed Lym's outer robe and Lym breathed loudly and deeply.
"Finally," Lym said, collapsing onto the plush bed. Miakis, already with permission, took her place next to Lym on the bed, stroking her hair. Miakis's fingers crept towards Lym's face, and Lym allowed Miakis to caress her cheek. Lym sighed.
"When can I stop dealing with ugly old men?" Lym whined. Miakis laughed.
"When you have a little brat of your own to run this country," Miakis replied with a smirk. Lym playfully slapped Miakis's hands away before sitting up. She glared at Miakis with her large brown eyes.
"Are you calling me a brat?"
"Maybe," Miakis said, her left finger on her chin as if she was thinking hard. "But you are also the most wonderful Queen," she replied truthfully.
"Really? Even better than my Mother?" Lym said, taking Miakis's right hand.
"Maybe," Miakis said again, cryptically with a smirk. Lym, annoyed and impatient, squeezed Miakis's hand tightly, her nails scratching Miakis's hand slightly. "Yes, yes, of course you are the best!" Miakis yelled out, giving in too quickly in her opinion.
When Miakis stood up and double checked that the door was locked, her smile was as deep as the Feitas River.