Picture/Fiction Meme (G - NC-17)
Okay, so I this a picture meme I came across:
Pick thirteen pictures(No specific genre)(I cheated a little and I actually have fourteen pictures, but you'll see why at the end)
Write a story for each picture not to exceed one page
Tag 5 others
Well so here are mine:
Disclaimer: Only two of the pictures are mine(in terms of their creation, not their bases), and for the fanfiction pieces, I do not own the original material of course. No money was made from any of this. No copyright infringement is intended. Any similarity to any story not my own is coincidence.
Title: Picture Meme
Ratings: G - NC-17; in other words, stories range from one about a cute kitten, to one about a dark take on Red Riding Hood. They are also not in a particular order, so please proceed with some caution if there are ratings you don't like reading. Each is marked in the cut.
Genre: Fanfiction; original fiction
Author's Notes: Please see end cut if you'd like to see them. *grin*
You Make Me Feel Like Dancing
It was alarmingly easy to imagine that she could feel the heat of Malcolm’s hand caressing more than her own gloved one. And more than alarming to realize that she enjoyed the sensation. Inara was almost tempted to snatch her hand away unceremoniously and run to the familiar comfort of Atherton’s cool embrace. Only the training of years kept her hand in place as she and her partner turned in the intricate dance step.
“Mal…” she began, only to be momentarily overwhelmed by the certain knowledge that if the heat of his touch didn’t consume her like a flame kissing incense, surely the fire in his eyes would. There was an intensity to his gaze that nearly swept all else aside and threatened to replace it with blind desire. She looked away.
“Xing fu Buddha, qi shi ke er zhi wo ai shang zhe ge ren,” Inara whispered the fervent prayer under her breath. “Please… oh Blessed Buddha, please…”
“Inara…” Malcolm practically murmured in a voice that she had only ever heard him use when he was feeling warm and mellow, or talking about Serenity and its crew.
She met his eyes once more.
“Inara…” he repeated as if it were his own prayer and the Companion suddenly realized that her own was far too little far too late. “Inara, this guy may want you in his world, but I… but Serenity needs you in hers.”
She felt something deep inside catch alight.
“Oh Blessed Buddha help me,” she thought. “Far too late…”
I Wanna Hold Your Hand
“What would he do if I just…” Elizabeth thought. “What would happen if I just…”
Her fingers twitched and the Atlantean leader tightened her grasp, trapping the treacherous digits with each other. She had never wanted to give into an impulse so desperately before and therefore, in seeming contradiction, had never wanted to deny an impulse as much as she wanted to now.
“But if I just…”
She held her hands even more tightly together, the knuckles turning nearly white in the interlocked stress of their positions.
“But it would just be…” she tried to reason with herself. “No,” she interrupted her own thought with the almost fierce denial. Nothing, not even this, would ever be simply a just when it came to John Sheppard. And it was that thought, even more than the almost irresistible impulse to hold the Major’s hand, that had Elizabeth gripping her own so tightly together.
“Elizabeth…”
She had been so focused on her own internal struggle that the sound of her name on his lips startled her. Elizabeth looked to him with wide ocean green eyes and while her gaze met his intently, he reached out suddenly and grasped her hand in his. Immediately, her eyes fell to the sight of their linked hands. Unexpectedly, her heart leapt.
“Elizabeth…” he repeated softly. “I want to thank you for… for everything…”
She nodded quietly and would have withdrawn her hand, except that John kept it lightly in his grip and gently refused to release it.
“Elizabeth…”
He pulled her closer to stand next to him at the railing, placing their linked hands on the cool metal. She felt mesmerized by the sight and unable to look away.
“John…”
The feeling of their twinned pulses was nearly overwhelming and Elizabeth was certain that she should not have been effected quite so profoundly by the just the mere sensation of it.
“I mean it Elizabeth. Thank you for everything. You’ve… it means more to me than you’ll ever know that you… that you trust me.”
In a surprising gesture, the Major lifted her hand to his lips and impulsively kissed her palm before setting their linked hands back on the railing. But even as he did so, Elizabeth found herself unable to keep from wondering how it would feel if it had been her lips instead of her hand.
Elizabeth sighed inwardly at her surprisingly reckless emotions.
“It will never be just with John Sheppard…” she thought wryly…
Hello Little Boy
He should have been more careful. All his buddies had warned him; hell even Hunter, ‘I fuck anything in a short skirt and high heels’ Holzfaller had warned him to stay clear of Belle Louve. But had he listened; had he?
Hell no; because let’s face it, Belle was every man’s best damn wet dream come to life. And she was definitely one amazing fuck; one life altering, world shattering, devastatingly awesome fuck. Of course, as it had turned out, that applied to more than just the mind blowing sex they had had in every damn corner of his loft.
Derrick tugged his robe closed and looked over to the rapidly cooling corpse of his best friend.
“Damn, Hunter…”
He tried to ignore the fact that the smell of the blood pooling around his feet didn’t repulse him like it should, like it would have three nights ago. He pulled the red hood of his robe down over his eyes, but it didn’t help.
Derrick took a deep breath and realized without his sight, his sense of smell was just that much stronger. He bit his bottom lip and clenched his hands into tight fists, trying to ignore the hungry tug of something tightening his belly. It growled, and involuntarily, he did the same, the sound a bass rumble pouring from his throat.
“Damn it…” he swore, his voice rapidly taking on a lupine quality.
Hunter’s blood curled seductively around his knuckles where they pressed against the floor and Derrick pulled his hand up as if it had been burned. Without thought, he brought his fingers to his lips and licked them clean.
“Oh God…” he growled; a prayer for salvation.
He felt every muscle contract, tightening toward some terrible release. His body pulsed with it. His blood sang with it. His skin ached with it.
“Oh God…” he groaned.
And then, with a final convulsion, his body changed.
“Oh God…” he moaned even as his words turned into a howl. And horribly, wonderfully, it was like the best orgasm he had ever had. It was like how he had felt fucking Belle. It was darkly right as his body was suddenly made into the perfect form for consuming the remains of his best friend.
Derrick buried his muzzle into the softest part of Hunter’s belly, bracing his paws on the slick tile of his kitchen floor.
He should have been more careful. He should have stayed away from Belle Louve. Hunter had been oh so much more right than he could have ever possibly known.
Fucking Belle, had completely fucked up Derrick Hood’s life.
Sorta a Faery Tale
The living rock was warm beneath Marala’s feet, caressing her toes. She wiggled them, just to feel the sensation and smiled when the water worn edges tickled her. She lifted first one foot, twisting her ankle this way and that to admire the elaborate mehndi painted there by her bridegroom’s mother. Then she repeated the process with her other foot.
Below, Marala could hear sounds of people trying to make their way upwards. Their raucous noises sounded like the greedy cries of the gulls that liked to steal swan’s eggs from their nests. She made a grimace and looked back at them.
First amongst them was her intended husband, dressed in all his wedding finery. Though now, it seemed far less fine than when she had left him and the others behind, fleeing to the ocean’s edge.
“Marala!” he cried, his eyes going wide upon seeing her standing upon the precipice.
Before she could stop herself, she hissed and stuck her tongue out in his direction. Then she laughed, a trumpeting sort of sound when she saw his mother’s angry, sour expression in response.
“Marala! Marala, come back! Come down!
They were getting closer; closer still. Soon, it would be too late and she would be trapped; just another pretty girl grown old before her time with the weight of ‘wedded bliss’ and a thousand and one days.
“Marala!”
She lifted herself up on her toes, reaching skyward, tittering on the edge. The cries below her grew louder, but Marala ignored them, meaningless as gulls’ calls when swan’s eggs were safely hatched.
“Stop!”
She didn’t. With a trumpeting cry and a flurry of snow white feathers, Marala was free.
“Aiya!”
The people below cried in distress as they watched the swan fly above, circling once, twice, three times, either in farewell, or taunting was unclear. But then, she was gone, and there was nothing but a single feather floating down in the breeze and into the waiting bridegroom’s hands…
Cherish is the Word
Tidus impulsively reached out, brushing his fingertips down along Yuna’s side.
“Hey,” she giggled. “What are you doing?”
Tidus smiled. “I’m cherishing,” he replied happily.
Yuna smiled joyfully and reached over to tickle her own fingertips over Tidus’ stomach.
“Hey, what are you doing?” he echoed, laughing himself as he rolled with Yuna over the warm grass.
“You’re here,” she replied blissfully when they finally came to rest, tangled together “You’re really here; home.”
“I’m home,” Tidus agreed softly.
Yuna reached up to trace her fingertips along his face. “You came back to me,” she whispered.
“You never left me,” Tidus murmured. "You were always there with me… I… I always felt you right there with me, like a beautiful dream that I always wanted to remember. You’re what kept me whole. The memory of you is what brought me back.”
With an almost unbearable tenderness, he brushed her lips softly with his own.
“And now I’m here with you, and I’m going to be with you always,” he assured her.
“But what if this is all just a dream?” Yuna asked, her voice trembling quietly with a hint of lingering uncertainty.
Tidus took a deep breath and reached for her left hand, slipping his silver ring onto her finger. “Then we have to enjoy each minute of it; together forever, however long that is. We belong together always, Yuna.”
Again, he kissed her softly.
“I’ll cherish you, and you’ll cherish me,” Tidus whispered.
For a moment, Yuna was completely still, enjoying the warmth and feel of Tidus’ ring encircling her finger as if it had been made for her, as if it had always belonged there. Then with a nearly dreamlike slowness, she traced every part of him that she could reach, reassuring herself that everything he had said was true and that he was really there with her.
“Okay,” she said softly with a smile.
“Okay,” Tidus echoed with his own smile.
“Welcome home,” Yuna whispered into the warmth of his lips before kissing him tenderly…
A Time for Tea
The Mad Hatter reached down and lightly stroked his hand through the silken strands of Alice’s long hair, his fingertips brushing the knot of the red velvet gag binding her mouth. He smiled slowly.
“I’m so glad you could join me Alice my dear,” he said, his voice deep with the promise of wicked lovely things. He brushed a few tendrils of her cinnamon dark hair back from where they had fallen loose from her black bows, his fingertips caressing her cheek.
“It’s been ever so long since I’ve had you for Tea.”
He gently lay the silver tip of his cane against Alice’s ankle and she shivered lightly at its cool touch. Slowly, the Hatter slid the tip of his cane up her leg until he reached the ruffled edges of her white crinolines and the hem of her dark blue dress. He lingered there, toying with the fabric while he talked.
“Ever so long,” he repeated, his voice caressing each word. “You’ve quite grown.”
The Hatter pushed Alice’s dress up slightly, distorting the clean line of her plain white pinafore and revealing a bit of the bare leg above her stocking.
“Indeed, quite grown…”
He inched the cane up slowly, enjoying the way Alice shivered in the most delightful manner. He danced the cool silver of his cane tip over the bared flesh of her thigh and the young woman gave a sigh muffled by the thick velvet over her lips.
“Tell me, Alice,” he continued almost conversationally. “Do you know why a girl is like a teacup?”
She finally looked up at him with dark emerald green eyes and The Hatter watched as they went wide when his cane tip reached the uppermost part of her inner thigh.
“Do you, Alice? Do you know the answer to my little riddle?” He coaxed her, slowly sliding his cane away from her thigh and propping it against the arm of his high backed chair.
Alice rose to her knees to face the man before her. The Hatter watched her, a smile still playing along his lips.
“Would you like to learn the answer dear Alice?”
She reached back to undo the knot holding her gag in place before removing it and letting the thick fabric fall to the ground next to her. Then every bit as slowly as The Hatter had moved, Alice slid her fingertips up his legs, finally resting her hands on his thighs.
“I’ll answer your riddle if you answer mine, dear Hatter,” Alice replied softly, finding just the right spot to kneel between his legs.
The Mad Hatter raised a single elegant eyebrow beneath his tall hat.
“Why is a gentleman like a cucumber sandwich?” Alice asked in a soft voice.
“Oh, this shall be a delightful Tea…”
Practical Magick
Taliesin glared at the door, silently willing it to open. His ears twitched once, twice, three times, irritated by the snowflakes that dared to tickle them with their cool moisture.
“Meorow…”
His yellow-green eyes narrowed at the defiant door and he laid back his ears.
“Meorow…”
A single wet snowflake lazily drifted down to land insolently on Taliesin’s nose, melting there in cold glee, entirely without the respect that the feline was due. He twitched his tail around his paws and sat up with his full height.
“Meorow…” he commanded.
The door opened and Taliesin swept inside, barely deigning to glance at the now open door as it contritely closed behind him.
Spelling it Out
My spell book fell with a heavy, unexpected thump to the floor as Ivy pressed me back against the counter. Instinctively, my hands went up to brace themselves on her cool shoulders.
“Ivy…” I barely had time to half whisper before her lips were abruptly and surprisingly warm on mine. She swallowed her name on my breath with sure, perfect seduction.
“Ivy…” This time it was more unresisting moan than whisper.
So long denying her; so long denying myself, and now…
“Oh God, Ivy…” I moaned again when she finally allowed me a chance to breath.
My partner lifted me easily onto the countertop, making space for herself between my legs.
“You love me, Rachel,” Ivy asserted, leaving me no room for denial. “You love me, and you want me.”
I took a moment, looking to the vampire’s cinnamon dark eyes.
“Yes,” I admitted finally. “Yes, I do.”
I let Ivy bend me back; lean over me with an almost devout possessiveness.
“I love you. I want you,” I confessed.
I reached behind myself, sweeping the rest of my spell books to the floor. I reveled in the heavy sound of them hitting tile, a counterpoint to the softer sounds of Ivy’s hands and lips brushing over my skin.
“I love you…”
And In Her Eyes… Moonlight
Looking down at my sweet Usako, I’m nearly overwhelmed with the heady sensation of love and desire that fills me. I’m not even certain that my heart can contain it all. It feels as if it might burst free at any moment on wings of moonlight.
“Ohayou,” I whisper, unable to help myself any longer, leaning down to kiss her.
“Ohayou, Mamo-chan,” Usagi greets me in a soft, warm voice. She traces my cheek with delicate fingertips. “Mamo-chan, it seems like I was watching a long, long dream.”
I smile. “What kind of dream?”
“I forget…” she replies in a thoughtful voice, her eyes going distant a moment before brightening with a familiar sort of gleam.
“Mamo-chan, can you say it again?”
“I said it fifty times last night,” I remind her.
“Just one more?” She asks with a pretty pout.
“Last time,” I relent, unable to resist. “Lets get married, Usako.”
She smiles at me then, and it’s as if a star bursts in my chest. I capture her lips with my own, savoring the taste of them as I would a rich summer wine.
“Mamo-chan…” she sighs when we finally part. “Oh Mamo-chan… promise that you’ll love me always; that we be together forever.”
“I promise, Usako… I will always cherish you.” I trace her beloved face with my fingertips. “Always…”
She smiles almost mischievously then, moving against me. “And you’ll always want me, won’t you Mamo-chan? Always, always, always…”
I can’t help but laugh at her almost innocent desire. “Always, my darling Usako.” I tumble through the sheets with her joyfully until we are both breathless and Usagi is hovering above me like some celestial beam of moonlight come to play. “Always…”
“Show me?” She asks, reaching her hand down to brush her fingertips along the length of me.
“Usako… we need to…”
“Just once more?” She interrupts with the pretty little pout that she’s learning far too quickly is the surest way to undo me.
“Usako…”
She leans down, her hair forming a golden curtain around us both, making me think of heaven and angels and the bliss I feel right at this moment.
“Please, Mamo-chan…”
I reach my hands up to tangle them gently in those bright strands of moonlight. I pull her down to capture her lips once more with my own, drowning in the summer sweet wine taste of her.
“Last time…” I tease when part breathlessly. “This morning…"
Amaryllis
“Kagome…” Inuyasha practically growled.
She blithely ignored him and gave him a sweet kiss on his cheek.
“Arigato, Inuyasha.”
“It was nothing. I just saw them and thought you might like them. If I had known…”
“I do like them,” Kagome interrupted happily, bringing the light smelling winter blooms up to her nose to breath in their soft scent.
She giggled and reached up to tickle Inuyasha’s nose with the delicate white and pink blooms, causing him to sneeze once. Kagome’s giggle became a light-hearted laugh.
“I like them very much, Inuyasha.”
Before he could protest, the young woman pulled him down by his shoulder and tried to kiss him again on his cheek. He surprised her though and turned his head at the last moment, letting his lips brush hers quickly.
“Inuyasha…”
It was a chaste kiss, but it set her heart racing.
“Doumo, doumo, Kagome,” he said softly before walking away with a pleased smile that he made certain she couldn’t see…
The Garden of Aset
Aset reached her out hand, capturing one of the velvet soft roses petals drifting down on the sudden summer wind. She looked around, surprised to smell the rich scent of Nile waters on the desert wind.
“Wesir?”
She looked behind herself.
“Wesir?”
High on the cliff behind her stood a regal, handsome man.
“Wesir!”
He laughed deeply, opening his arms and letting a shower of rose petals drift down to his most beloved wife.
“Come to me, Aset,” he invited.
The goddess gathered up the rose petals in a bright, fragrant cloud and used it to bring herself to her husband where he waited.
“You’re back,” she whispered, reaching to trace the strong lines of his face as if to reassure herself of his presence. “You’re really back.”
“I’m back,” he said, his voice as rich and warm as the waters of the Nile.
“I thought maybe…” Aset murmured. “I thought that maybe Set’s magick… I thought that I had lost you.”
“The gardens of heaven are sweet, but not as sweet as you beloved wife. I will always return to you.”
Aset smiled, gave a small wave of her hands, and scattered rose petals about them both. Where the petals landed, a garden oasis bloomed, clothed in roses.
“Where ever you are,” she said softly, pulling her husband down with her into the now verdant lushness. “Is my garden.”
She kissed him softly as a fragrant cloud of rose petals covered them from prying eyes…
Until the day I reach eternal sleep,
That smiling face will
Have to stay with me without fail.
People are all sad, so
They go and forget, but--
For that which I should love,
For that which gives me love, I will do what I can.
Dreaming
Inuyasha closed his eyes and ducked underneath the pounding cold water. He tried to focus on the fierce sting of it on his skin, willing it to drive away the ache in his soul.
“Kagome…”
And then he felt it, the warmth of her; her naked arms sliding around him, her hands tracing the muscles of his chest.
“Kagome…”
“Inuyasha…”
The half demon tilted his head, feeling the brush of her lips against his neck as she whispered beneath the sounds of the falling water.
“Inuyasha, why did you leave me?”
He couldn’t answer her. Instead he closed his eyes tighter, seeking the numbing darkness, but all he could see was her sweet smiling face.
“Why did you leave me, Inuyasha?”
“There were others who needed you,” he replied finally, torn between the nearly overwhelming desire to give into his fantasy of her, and the aching need to be free of the exquisite pain of it, knowing that it wasn’t reality.
“And you don’t?”
He felt her hands slide lowering, caressing.
“You don’t need me, Inuyasha?”
“Kagome…”
“You don’t need me with you, Inuyasha?”
“I need you,” he admitted to himself. “I need you and I love you. But I’m not the only one. I’m not the only one you’re important to.”
He took a deep breath, catching the soft, sweet remembered scent of her, even beneath the beating of the water. He clung to it like it was the only real thing in his world.
“That’s why you left me?”
“Kaede says I’ve grown wise,” he snorted before falling into a thoughtful silence. “But if I have…” he continued slowly. “It’s because of you.”
“Oh, Inuyasha…”
And then it was as if she was nuzzling his neck fondly and for just a moment, Inuyasha let himself sink into his fantasy. Kagome was really with him. It was her soft hair brushing his shoulder, her lips on his skin, her hands caressing him. The harsh sting of the water was as nothing, and there was only her.
It was perfect.
It couldn’t last.
“Thank you, Inuyasha…” he heard her whisper as the water finally began to steal his warmth.
“Kagome…”
He could feel the sense of her fading.
“Goodbye…”
Her voice became the sound of the waterfall.
“Inyuasha…”
The hands he felt were is own.
“Kagome…”
He opened his eyes slowly.
“I love you,” he admitted quietly to himself. “Always… and someday…”
He left the rest unsaid. “Someday…” he whispered.
Original - Death Comes
We are told from the first day that we can understand, that none may conquer Death. No force of arms may overcome Him. No persuasion may move Him. It is not true.
Death came for me.
And now, I am become Death.
FIN
1. icon by browncoat2x2
Xing fu Buddha, qi shi ke er zhi wo ai shang zhe ge ren Means roughly: Please dear Buddha, don't let me fall in love with this man.
2. icon by daygloparker
Takes place during first season SGA
3. Picture credit on photo
The names do all mean something: Derrick Hood is pretty obvious *grin*
Holzfaller is a German name meaning roughly woodcutter; Hunter as above
Belle is of course French and means beautiful; Louve can mean she-wolf
4. icon by last_archangel
The Indian name Marala can mean Swan.
6. the picture is by morrigun
7. icon by brit81
8. The picture is one a did for a fanmix and the women are singers from Mediaeval Baebes
9. The picture is from the manga by Takeuchi Naoko.
This takes place at the end of the manga.
Ohayou means roughly good morning.
Some dialog in this is from the English manga
10. The picture is by Mel
Amaryllis is a colder weather blooming flower.
Arigato of course means, thank you
Doumo, doumo, means roughly, okay/informal your welcome
11. The picture is by Patara
Aset is one of the names of Isis and roses are associated with her, as well as the Nile
Wasir is one of the names of Osiris he is associated with the afterlife
12. I'm not certain who drew this picture
This takes place at the end of the manga sometime during the three years that Kagome is away before she comes back to marry Inuyasha.
The song is Dearest sung by Hamasaki Ayumi
13. The paintings are by Luis Royo
The last line is based on the Bhagavad Gita
Pick thirteen pictures(No specific genre)(I cheated a little and I actually have fourteen pictures, but you'll see why at the end)
Write a story for each picture not to exceed one page
Tag 5 others
Well so here are mine:
Disclaimer: Only two of the pictures are mine(in terms of their creation, not their bases), and for the fanfiction pieces, I do not own the original material of course. No money was made from any of this. No copyright infringement is intended. Any similarity to any story not my own is coincidence.
Title: Picture Meme
Ratings: G - NC-17; in other words, stories range from one about a cute kitten, to one about a dark take on Red Riding Hood. They are also not in a particular order, so please proceed with some caution if there are ratings you don't like reading. Each is marked in the cut.
Genre: Fanfiction; original fiction
Author's Notes: Please see end cut if you'd like to see them. *grin*
You Make Me Feel Like Dancing
It was alarmingly easy to imagine that she could feel the heat of Malcolm’s hand caressing more than her own gloved one. And more than alarming to realize that she enjoyed the sensation. Inara was almost tempted to snatch her hand away unceremoniously and run to the familiar comfort of Atherton’s cool embrace. Only the training of years kept her hand in place as she and her partner turned in the intricate dance step.
“Mal…” she began, only to be momentarily overwhelmed by the certain knowledge that if the heat of his touch didn’t consume her like a flame kissing incense, surely the fire in his eyes would. There was an intensity to his gaze that nearly swept all else aside and threatened to replace it with blind desire. She looked away.
“Xing fu Buddha, qi shi ke er zhi wo ai shang zhe ge ren,” Inara whispered the fervent prayer under her breath. “Please… oh Blessed Buddha, please…”
“Inara…” Malcolm practically murmured in a voice that she had only ever heard him use when he was feeling warm and mellow, or talking about Serenity and its crew.
She met his eyes once more.
“Inara…” he repeated as if it were his own prayer and the Companion suddenly realized that her own was far too little far too late. “Inara, this guy may want you in his world, but I… but Serenity needs you in hers.”
She felt something deep inside catch alight.
“Oh Blessed Buddha help me,” she thought. “Far too late…”
I Wanna Hold Your Hand
“What would he do if I just…” Elizabeth thought. “What would happen if I just…”
Her fingers twitched and the Atlantean leader tightened her grasp, trapping the treacherous digits with each other. She had never wanted to give into an impulse so desperately before and therefore, in seeming contradiction, had never wanted to deny an impulse as much as she wanted to now.
“But if I just…”
She held her hands even more tightly together, the knuckles turning nearly white in the interlocked stress of their positions.
“But it would just be…” she tried to reason with herself. “No,” she interrupted her own thought with the almost fierce denial. Nothing, not even this, would ever be simply a just when it came to John Sheppard. And it was that thought, even more than the almost irresistible impulse to hold the Major’s hand, that had Elizabeth gripping her own so tightly together.
“Elizabeth…”
She had been so focused on her own internal struggle that the sound of her name on his lips startled her. Elizabeth looked to him with wide ocean green eyes and while her gaze met his intently, he reached out suddenly and grasped her hand in his. Immediately, her eyes fell to the sight of their linked hands. Unexpectedly, her heart leapt.
“Elizabeth…” he repeated softly. “I want to thank you for… for everything…”
She nodded quietly and would have withdrawn her hand, except that John kept it lightly in his grip and gently refused to release it.
“Elizabeth…”
He pulled her closer to stand next to him at the railing, placing their linked hands on the cool metal. She felt mesmerized by the sight and unable to look away.
“John…”
The feeling of their twinned pulses was nearly overwhelming and Elizabeth was certain that she should not have been effected quite so profoundly by the just the mere sensation of it.
“I mean it Elizabeth. Thank you for everything. You’ve… it means more to me than you’ll ever know that you… that you trust me.”
In a surprising gesture, the Major lifted her hand to his lips and impulsively kissed her palm before setting their linked hands back on the railing. But even as he did so, Elizabeth found herself unable to keep from wondering how it would feel if it had been her lips instead of her hand.
Elizabeth sighed inwardly at her surprisingly reckless emotions.
“It will never be just with John Sheppard…” she thought wryly…
Hello Little Boy
He should have been more careful. All his buddies had warned him; hell even Hunter, ‘I fuck anything in a short skirt and high heels’ Holzfaller had warned him to stay clear of Belle Louve. But had he listened; had he?
Hell no; because let’s face it, Belle was every man’s best damn wet dream come to life. And she was definitely one amazing fuck; one life altering, world shattering, devastatingly awesome fuck. Of course, as it had turned out, that applied to more than just the mind blowing sex they had had in every damn corner of his loft.
Derrick tugged his robe closed and looked over to the rapidly cooling corpse of his best friend.
“Damn, Hunter…”
He tried to ignore the fact that the smell of the blood pooling around his feet didn’t repulse him like it should, like it would have three nights ago. He pulled the red hood of his robe down over his eyes, but it didn’t help.
Derrick took a deep breath and realized without his sight, his sense of smell was just that much stronger. He bit his bottom lip and clenched his hands into tight fists, trying to ignore the hungry tug of something tightening his belly. It growled, and involuntarily, he did the same, the sound a bass rumble pouring from his throat.
“Damn it…” he swore, his voice rapidly taking on a lupine quality.
Hunter’s blood curled seductively around his knuckles where they pressed against the floor and Derrick pulled his hand up as if it had been burned. Without thought, he brought his fingers to his lips and licked them clean.
“Oh God…” he growled; a prayer for salvation.
He felt every muscle contract, tightening toward some terrible release. His body pulsed with it. His blood sang with it. His skin ached with it.
“Oh God…” he groaned.
And then, with a final convulsion, his body changed.
“Oh God…” he moaned even as his words turned into a howl. And horribly, wonderfully, it was like the best orgasm he had ever had. It was like how he had felt fucking Belle. It was darkly right as his body was suddenly made into the perfect form for consuming the remains of his best friend.
Derrick buried his muzzle into the softest part of Hunter’s belly, bracing his paws on the slick tile of his kitchen floor.
He should have been more careful. He should have stayed away from Belle Louve. Hunter had been oh so much more right than he could have ever possibly known.
Fucking Belle, had completely fucked up Derrick Hood’s life.
Sorta a Faery Tale
The living rock was warm beneath Marala’s feet, caressing her toes. She wiggled them, just to feel the sensation and smiled when the water worn edges tickled her. She lifted first one foot, twisting her ankle this way and that to admire the elaborate mehndi painted there by her bridegroom’s mother. Then she repeated the process with her other foot.
Below, Marala could hear sounds of people trying to make their way upwards. Their raucous noises sounded like the greedy cries of the gulls that liked to steal swan’s eggs from their nests. She made a grimace and looked back at them.
First amongst them was her intended husband, dressed in all his wedding finery. Though now, it seemed far less fine than when she had left him and the others behind, fleeing to the ocean’s edge.
“Marala!” he cried, his eyes going wide upon seeing her standing upon the precipice.
Before she could stop herself, she hissed and stuck her tongue out in his direction. Then she laughed, a trumpeting sort of sound when she saw his mother’s angry, sour expression in response.
“Marala! Marala, come back! Come down!
They were getting closer; closer still. Soon, it would be too late and she would be trapped; just another pretty girl grown old before her time with the weight of ‘wedded bliss’ and a thousand and one days.
“Marala!”
She lifted herself up on her toes, reaching skyward, tittering on the edge. The cries below her grew louder, but Marala ignored them, meaningless as gulls’ calls when swan’s eggs were safely hatched.
“Stop!”
She didn’t. With a trumpeting cry and a flurry of snow white feathers, Marala was free.
“Aiya!”
The people below cried in distress as they watched the swan fly above, circling once, twice, three times, either in farewell, or taunting was unclear. But then, she was gone, and there was nothing but a single feather floating down in the breeze and into the waiting bridegroom’s hands…
Cherish is the Word
Tidus impulsively reached out, brushing his fingertips down along Yuna’s side.
“Hey,” she giggled. “What are you doing?”
Tidus smiled. “I’m cherishing,” he replied happily.
Yuna smiled joyfully and reached over to tickle her own fingertips over Tidus’ stomach.
“Hey, what are you doing?” he echoed, laughing himself as he rolled with Yuna over the warm grass.
“You’re here,” she replied blissfully when they finally came to rest, tangled together “You’re really here; home.”
“I’m home,” Tidus agreed softly.
Yuna reached up to trace her fingertips along his face. “You came back to me,” she whispered.
“You never left me,” Tidus murmured. "You were always there with me… I… I always felt you right there with me, like a beautiful dream that I always wanted to remember. You’re what kept me whole. The memory of you is what brought me back.”
With an almost unbearable tenderness, he brushed her lips softly with his own.
“And now I’m here with you, and I’m going to be with you always,” he assured her.
“But what if this is all just a dream?” Yuna asked, her voice trembling quietly with a hint of lingering uncertainty.
Tidus took a deep breath and reached for her left hand, slipping his silver ring onto her finger. “Then we have to enjoy each minute of it; together forever, however long that is. We belong together always, Yuna.”
Again, he kissed her softly.
“I’ll cherish you, and you’ll cherish me,” Tidus whispered.
For a moment, Yuna was completely still, enjoying the warmth and feel of Tidus’ ring encircling her finger as if it had been made for her, as if it had always belonged there. Then with a nearly dreamlike slowness, she traced every part of him that she could reach, reassuring herself that everything he had said was true and that he was really there with her.
“Okay,” she said softly with a smile.
“Okay,” Tidus echoed with his own smile.
“Welcome home,” Yuna whispered into the warmth of his lips before kissing him tenderly…
A Time for Tea
The Mad Hatter reached down and lightly stroked his hand through the silken strands of Alice’s long hair, his fingertips brushing the knot of the red velvet gag binding her mouth. He smiled slowly.
“I’m so glad you could join me Alice my dear,” he said, his voice deep with the promise of wicked lovely things. He brushed a few tendrils of her cinnamon dark hair back from where they had fallen loose from her black bows, his fingertips caressing her cheek.
“It’s been ever so long since I’ve had you for Tea.”
He gently lay the silver tip of his cane against Alice’s ankle and she shivered lightly at its cool touch. Slowly, the Hatter slid the tip of his cane up her leg until he reached the ruffled edges of her white crinolines and the hem of her dark blue dress. He lingered there, toying with the fabric while he talked.
“Ever so long,” he repeated, his voice caressing each word. “You’ve quite grown.”
The Hatter pushed Alice’s dress up slightly, distorting the clean line of her plain white pinafore and revealing a bit of the bare leg above her stocking.
“Indeed, quite grown…”
He inched the cane up slowly, enjoying the way Alice shivered in the most delightful manner. He danced the cool silver of his cane tip over the bared flesh of her thigh and the young woman gave a sigh muffled by the thick velvet over her lips.
“Tell me, Alice,” he continued almost conversationally. “Do you know why a girl is like a teacup?”
She finally looked up at him with dark emerald green eyes and The Hatter watched as they went wide when his cane tip reached the uppermost part of her inner thigh.
“Do you, Alice? Do you know the answer to my little riddle?” He coaxed her, slowly sliding his cane away from her thigh and propping it against the arm of his high backed chair.
Alice rose to her knees to face the man before her. The Hatter watched her, a smile still playing along his lips.
“Would you like to learn the answer dear Alice?”
She reached back to undo the knot holding her gag in place before removing it and letting the thick fabric fall to the ground next to her. Then every bit as slowly as The Hatter had moved, Alice slid her fingertips up his legs, finally resting her hands on his thighs.
“I’ll answer your riddle if you answer mine, dear Hatter,” Alice replied softly, finding just the right spot to kneel between his legs.
The Mad Hatter raised a single elegant eyebrow beneath his tall hat.
“Why is a gentleman like a cucumber sandwich?” Alice asked in a soft voice.
“Oh, this shall be a delightful Tea…”
Practical Magick
Taliesin glared at the door, silently willing it to open. His ears twitched once, twice, three times, irritated by the snowflakes that dared to tickle them with their cool moisture.
“Meorow…”
His yellow-green eyes narrowed at the defiant door and he laid back his ears.
“Meorow…”
A single wet snowflake lazily drifted down to land insolently on Taliesin’s nose, melting there in cold glee, entirely without the respect that the feline was due. He twitched his tail around his paws and sat up with his full height.
“Meorow…” he commanded.
The door opened and Taliesin swept inside, barely deigning to glance at the now open door as it contritely closed behind him.
Spelling it Out
My spell book fell with a heavy, unexpected thump to the floor as Ivy pressed me back against the counter. Instinctively, my hands went up to brace themselves on her cool shoulders.
“Ivy…” I barely had time to half whisper before her lips were abruptly and surprisingly warm on mine. She swallowed her name on my breath with sure, perfect seduction.
“Ivy…” This time it was more unresisting moan than whisper.
So long denying her; so long denying myself, and now…
“Oh God, Ivy…” I moaned again when she finally allowed me a chance to breath.
My partner lifted me easily onto the countertop, making space for herself between my legs.
“You love me, Rachel,” Ivy asserted, leaving me no room for denial. “You love me, and you want me.”
I took a moment, looking to the vampire’s cinnamon dark eyes.
“Yes,” I admitted finally. “Yes, I do.”
I let Ivy bend me back; lean over me with an almost devout possessiveness.
“I love you. I want you,” I confessed.
I reached behind myself, sweeping the rest of my spell books to the floor. I reveled in the heavy sound of them hitting tile, a counterpoint to the softer sounds of Ivy’s hands and lips brushing over my skin.
“I love you…”
And In Her Eyes… Moonlight
Looking down at my sweet Usako, I’m nearly overwhelmed with the heady sensation of love and desire that fills me. I’m not even certain that my heart can contain it all. It feels as if it might burst free at any moment on wings of moonlight.
“Ohayou,” I whisper, unable to help myself any longer, leaning down to kiss her.
“Ohayou, Mamo-chan,” Usagi greets me in a soft, warm voice. She traces my cheek with delicate fingertips. “Mamo-chan, it seems like I was watching a long, long dream.”
I smile. “What kind of dream?”
“I forget…” she replies in a thoughtful voice, her eyes going distant a moment before brightening with a familiar sort of gleam.
“Mamo-chan, can you say it again?”
“I said it fifty times last night,” I remind her.
“Just one more?” She asks with a pretty pout.
“Last time,” I relent, unable to resist. “Lets get married, Usako.”
She smiles at me then, and it’s as if a star bursts in my chest. I capture her lips with my own, savoring the taste of them as I would a rich summer wine.
“Mamo-chan…” she sighs when we finally part. “Oh Mamo-chan… promise that you’ll love me always; that we be together forever.”
“I promise, Usako… I will always cherish you.” I trace her beloved face with my fingertips. “Always…”
She smiles almost mischievously then, moving against me. “And you’ll always want me, won’t you Mamo-chan? Always, always, always…”
I can’t help but laugh at her almost innocent desire. “Always, my darling Usako.” I tumble through the sheets with her joyfully until we are both breathless and Usagi is hovering above me like some celestial beam of moonlight come to play. “Always…”
“Show me?” She asks, reaching her hand down to brush her fingertips along the length of me.
“Usako… we need to…”
“Just once more?” She interrupts with the pretty little pout that she’s learning far too quickly is the surest way to undo me.
“Usako…”
She leans down, her hair forming a golden curtain around us both, making me think of heaven and angels and the bliss I feel right at this moment.
“Please, Mamo-chan…”
I reach my hands up to tangle them gently in those bright strands of moonlight. I pull her down to capture her lips once more with my own, drowning in the summer sweet wine taste of her.
“Last time…” I tease when part breathlessly. “This morning…"
Amaryllis
“Kagome…” Inuyasha practically growled.
She blithely ignored him and gave him a sweet kiss on his cheek.
“Arigato, Inuyasha.”
“It was nothing. I just saw them and thought you might like them. If I had known…”
“I do like them,” Kagome interrupted happily, bringing the light smelling winter blooms up to her nose to breath in their soft scent.
She giggled and reached up to tickle Inuyasha’s nose with the delicate white and pink blooms, causing him to sneeze once. Kagome’s giggle became a light-hearted laugh.
“I like them very much, Inuyasha.”
Before he could protest, the young woman pulled him down by his shoulder and tried to kiss him again on his cheek. He surprised her though and turned his head at the last moment, letting his lips brush hers quickly.
“Inuyasha…”
It was a chaste kiss, but it set her heart racing.
“Doumo, doumo, Kagome,” he said softly before walking away with a pleased smile that he made certain she couldn’t see…
The Garden of Aset
Aset reached her out hand, capturing one of the velvet soft roses petals drifting down on the sudden summer wind. She looked around, surprised to smell the rich scent of Nile waters on the desert wind.
“Wesir?”
She looked behind herself.
“Wesir?”
High on the cliff behind her stood a regal, handsome man.
“Wesir!”
He laughed deeply, opening his arms and letting a shower of rose petals drift down to his most beloved wife.
“Come to me, Aset,” he invited.
The goddess gathered up the rose petals in a bright, fragrant cloud and used it to bring herself to her husband where he waited.
“You’re back,” she whispered, reaching to trace the strong lines of his face as if to reassure herself of his presence. “You’re really back.”
“I’m back,” he said, his voice as rich and warm as the waters of the Nile.
“I thought maybe…” Aset murmured. “I thought that maybe Set’s magick… I thought that I had lost you.”
“The gardens of heaven are sweet, but not as sweet as you beloved wife. I will always return to you.”
Aset smiled, gave a small wave of her hands, and scattered rose petals about them both. Where the petals landed, a garden oasis bloomed, clothed in roses.
“Where ever you are,” she said softly, pulling her husband down with her into the now verdant lushness. “Is my garden.”
She kissed him softly as a fragrant cloud of rose petals covered them from prying eyes…
Until the day I reach eternal sleep,
That smiling face will
Have to stay with me without fail.
People are all sad, so
They go and forget, but--
For that which I should love,
For that which gives me love, I will do what I can.
Dreaming
Inuyasha closed his eyes and ducked underneath the pounding cold water. He tried to focus on the fierce sting of it on his skin, willing it to drive away the ache in his soul.
“Kagome…”
And then he felt it, the warmth of her; her naked arms sliding around him, her hands tracing the muscles of his chest.
“Kagome…”
“Inuyasha…”
The half demon tilted his head, feeling the brush of her lips against his neck as she whispered beneath the sounds of the falling water.
“Inuyasha, why did you leave me?”
He couldn’t answer her. Instead he closed his eyes tighter, seeking the numbing darkness, but all he could see was her sweet smiling face.
“Why did you leave me, Inuyasha?”
“There were others who needed you,” he replied finally, torn between the nearly overwhelming desire to give into his fantasy of her, and the aching need to be free of the exquisite pain of it, knowing that it wasn’t reality.
“And you don’t?”
He felt her hands slide lowering, caressing.
“You don’t need me, Inuyasha?”
“Kagome…”
“You don’t need me with you, Inuyasha?”
“I need you,” he admitted to himself. “I need you and I love you. But I’m not the only one. I’m not the only one you’re important to.”
He took a deep breath, catching the soft, sweet remembered scent of her, even beneath the beating of the water. He clung to it like it was the only real thing in his world.
“That’s why you left me?”
“Kaede says I’ve grown wise,” he snorted before falling into a thoughtful silence. “But if I have…” he continued slowly. “It’s because of you.”
“Oh, Inuyasha…”
And then it was as if she was nuzzling his neck fondly and for just a moment, Inuyasha let himself sink into his fantasy. Kagome was really with him. It was her soft hair brushing his shoulder, her lips on his skin, her hands caressing him. The harsh sting of the water was as nothing, and there was only her.
It was perfect.
It couldn’t last.
“Thank you, Inuyasha…” he heard her whisper as the water finally began to steal his warmth.
“Kagome…”
He could feel the sense of her fading.
“Goodbye…”
Her voice became the sound of the waterfall.
“Inyuasha…”
The hands he felt were is own.
“Kagome…”
He opened his eyes slowly.
“I love you,” he admitted quietly to himself. “Always… and someday…”
He left the rest unsaid. “Someday…” he whispered.
Original - Death Comes
We are told from the first day that we can understand, that none may conquer Death. No force of arms may overcome Him. No persuasion may move Him. It is not true.
Death came for me.
And now, I am become Death.
FIN
1. icon by browncoat2x2
Xing fu Buddha, qi shi ke er zhi wo ai shang zhe ge ren Means roughly: Please dear Buddha, don't let me fall in love with this man.
2. icon by daygloparker
Takes place during first season SGA
3. Picture credit on photo
The names do all mean something: Derrick Hood is pretty obvious *grin*
Holzfaller is a German name meaning roughly woodcutter; Hunter as above
Belle is of course French and means beautiful; Louve can mean she-wolf
4. icon by last_archangel
The Indian name Marala can mean Swan.
6. the picture is by morrigun
7. icon by brit81
8. The picture is one a did for a fanmix and the women are singers from Mediaeval Baebes
9. The picture is from the manga by Takeuchi Naoko.
This takes place at the end of the manga.
Ohayou means roughly good morning.
Some dialog in this is from the English manga
10. The picture is by Mel
Amaryllis is a colder weather blooming flower.
Arigato of course means, thank you
Doumo, doumo, means roughly, okay/informal your welcome
11. The picture is by Patara
Aset is one of the names of Isis and roses are associated with her, as well as the Nile
Wasir is one of the names of Osiris he is associated with the afterlife
12. I'm not certain who drew this picture
This takes place at the end of the manga sometime during the three years that Kagome is away before she comes back to marry Inuyasha.
The song is Dearest sung by Hamasaki Ayumi
13. The paintings are by Luis Royo
The last line is based on the Bhagavad Gita