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Gankutsuou | "Oblivious" | One-shot | PG-13 | Franz/Albert/Eugénie [16 May 2005|08:45pm]

noin
[ mood | indescribable ]

He had said it first...Collapse )

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Gankutsuou | "Decency" | Drabble | R | Eugénie/Albert [14 May 2005|09:11pm]

noin
[ mood | pessimistic ]

A/N: for who_shot_kr :D

Her body scrambled over the keys...Collapse )

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Gankutsuou | "Prototype" | Drabble | R | Andrea/Villefort, Andrea/Andrea? [13 May 2005|08:28pm]

noin
[ mood | contemplative ]

warnings: yaoi, masturbation, incest, bit of non-con?


There were photographs...Collapse )

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Gankutsuou | "Reason" | Drabble | R | Andrea/Victoria [11 May 2005|09:51pm]

noin
[ mood | irate ]

warnings: incest

He had always been beautiful...Collapse )

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Samurai Champloo | "Safe" | Drabble | PG | Fuu/Jin [10 May 2005|09:37pm]

noin
[ mood | determined ]

It had wrinkled her nose, hands dancing across the dirt of her kimono as she tripped along the edge of a building.

Jin.


Running past the scant crowds, feet awkward as she attempted stealth.

Jin in love.


It was strange to think. But what else could it be?

He's in love.


Her emotionally immobile Jin. Battered. Stoic face cut much more deeply than she has ever seen it...

Because you're in love.


Back falling with a muffled grunt of pain along the wall, she sucked in a breath. He probably knew she was there. Following the sound of his steps, traipsing after him in her slick-less manner. Not that it mattered. Not that he cared.

Her Jin.

In love.


Mugen had claimed he was safe now, that she should be relieved. And she felt reassured of what she had been thinking for the past weeks. She really was...

But in following him as his hand gripped the coin purse, his face a settled determination...

Her Jin was in love and she was a fool.

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Gankutsuou | "Simple Minded" | Drabble | PG | Albert/Franz [04 May 2005|09:29pm]

noin
[ mood | contemplative ]

Albert was simple minded.

When he asked him...

What do you want?


...his reply would come easily in the spoiled undertones of his voice:

I want you.


Never anything specific. So he was careless, ever the esurient prince taking everything he gave him and he never thought to ask for anything with specificity.

It was always just...

I want you/to be with you/here with me/now


...And so he would find himself smiling and settling into the rhythmn of Albert's wants, handing him every little thing and rarely denying them to him.

Because Albert was so simple, so insistent...he kept himself beside him, arm always at the ready to reach out and pull the older boy from harm.

What do you want, Albert?


"Ask me for something."

He blinked twice, eyes settled upon him in a clear blue tone and he stared back awash in calm. Albert never asked, never before had made clear what it was he needed...

"I want you to love me, Franz. I want you to stay always by my side."


He was so simple minded.

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Gankutsuou | "This Easily" | Drabble | PG | Albert/Eugénie [02 May 2005|09:49pm]

noin
He could part with her this easily, without allowing his tongue to slip between her perfect teeth and without more words than he was apt to wrap around his fumbling mind because he could hold her now. His hand, splayed across her lower back was confident rather than tense and the other hand behind her neck was a bit forceful as he held her. And he was content.

The heady scent of her perfume, her shampoo, her skin...just...her.

Eugénie.

She held a part of him now. In her nimble fingers that were able to cajole pain and love from ebony keys, she grasped the heart of him. And he had joyously let himself go. Gave up whatever he had been able to withhold and smiled.

Oh, he did love her. The strong voice and character, her heart-shaped face and clear eyes, the way she would hold his face, thumb brushing the birthmark near his eye. As he held her, he sighed and realized the fact he could let her grow away from him and feel only trace sadness...

It has to mean something.

Was because...

Albert laid one last soft kiss against her cheek and knew she loved him.
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[20 Apr 2005|05:46pm]

noin
CLOSED.

[EDIT] Partial re-opening as of Monday, May 2, 2005 @ 9:52PM
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PULLED BACK...[9x3, PG-13, one-shot, complete] [30 Mar 2005|09:02pm]

noin
[ mood | calm ]

PULLED BACK

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indicating hours

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A/N: 9x3, PG-13, death, dark-fic?, Noin's POV. Big thank-yous go out to who_shot_kr and koba_sama who gave me an idea. <3

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I did love you once.

Once.

A single moment in my life when my vision blurred and everyone I saw was you, every voice belonged to that slim throat of yours, every mouth that I traced with my fingers took on the shape of your lips...



Say my name
Whisper it




The crinkling plastic they pulled back had my breathing lodging itself against my throat, kept my hands trained to my sides...and so blood leaped to the surface, ashen hair tangled across his face; skin discoloration indicating hours...



"After viewing the report it appears..."



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who_shot_kr!!! [07 Mar 2005|04:43pm]

noin
[ mood | cheerful ]

The claimed couples list has been updated on 30_kisses! \^o^/ This calls for some drabble write-ups. Woot! =)

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Drabble time? [17 Feb 2005|05:43pm]

noin
I want to work on my themes for 30_kisses, but even the name of the theme is not enough to inspire me. Poke me. Prod me. I'm a stupid fanfic writer wanting to write and not being able to do anything.

A song, a scenario. Give me something and I shall love you forever.
If it be a song, let me know the artist/title/etc. I'll look it up even.

Can you tell I'm slightly desperate here. My state of mind is off.
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[Acerito] WIP drabble [07 Feb 2005|09:23pm]

noin
[ mood | gddgkfgah;afh;af ]

A/N: Delos POV.

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Come Back To Me A While

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Everything for your convenience.

I held myself a measured pace behind, let my hands drop against my sides and kept my distance.

Slipping past the edge would be too simple, too heady, too tempting.

And there was your reputation.

The few days had tripped by and even now the urges to reach out for the cold of your skin crushed through the skin of my fingers and froze my movements, forced me to keep a labored breath from reaching your ears.

I just want you.

Bleeding green and frigid white.
Colors of your garments.
Pearl-beaded rosary hanging from your neck.
The last of my marks nearly faded from your body.

You won't touch me.

Walking down the carpeted aisle, following your lead like I always do, holding on to the stolen scent of your cologne, falling into the rhythm of your steps with my head bowed to keep from staring.

It should be obvious, shouldn't it?

How I want you.

That I love you.

Then comes the pause. Where I stand motionless for the moment you turn around, holding me in place with your eyes.

Until our mother pulls gently at my arm, ushering me to take my seat.

And you make your way up to the altar, dropping your head for the sign of the cross.

God has stolen your kneel from me.

I kneel on the tile, leaning myself against the wood of the pew. Hands clasped in a mock image of yours, I'm crushed into hearing the sound of your voice.

Is there anything I want to pray for?

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I hate having to go to bed! :O

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[GW] [03 Feb 2005|09:32pm]

noin
[ mood | OUAH? Noiny? *pines* ]

She reminds me of Noin. o___oCollapse )

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[6xR] WIP False starts! [17 Jan 2005|09:50pm]

noin
[ mood | disappointed ]





One day the heart I've lost sight of
The sins I repeatedly leave behind to be forgotten
That fosters into mistakes in this tainted love
Construct my paradise with the rubble

Forbidden lover...a faint memory
Even if I hold them tightly, the colors don't
come together.
I discreetly swear
The end of sweet love is unanticipated mischief.

Enclosed by the high burning blaze
My life seized in the overturned boat
Frightened eyes looking up toward heaven
Screaming the name of god.


It hadn't taken much. Her small hands sliding from his shoulder to the collar of his shirt, reaching up on tip-toe to smooth the rumpled white edge down, patting it down with delicate fingers. His eyes followed the line of her outstretched arm, turning up to the exposed skin of her throat, the thin material of her nightgown.

Simple. White. A touch of lace at the hem and fluttering against the modest neckline. He licked his lips, dragged his eyes away, tried to as she smiled. That sweet sweet smile that so easily made him nod, kept him quiet and therefore led him to agree with all of her demands.

Stay with me. She had said. You can visit.. Just a short stay. He'd have to leave in a day. But I don't mind. And then the smile came. And the small hand at his arm. Like now. And he'd nodded.

Her nails were painted a clear pink and cut short. He kept his gaze on the pale skin of her...




How I need it to bleed when she digs in her teeth
But such fear is not real
And this warmth is all I ever want to feel


In the dark, I could vaguely make out the line of her throat, the soft curves of her breasts beneath the thin white cloth of her nightgown. In the pitch black I could ignore the stubborn upturn of her chin, the shape of her face so similar to my own.

In the dark I could pretend that her ash brown hair was not the same silken texture, that the shape of her eyes, the arch of her eyebrows didn't resemble mine. Without the light, I could place my hand against her thigh, could run my cold fingers up to her hip, could pull the thin strap of the gown down; licking the edge of her collar.

And so I did. I bit the tender skin and she let out a small gasp as her hands lost themselves in my hair. I dragged my teeth up to the pulse of her throat, let my fingers sink into...





She touched / My arm / And smiled

One of these days / Soon / Very soon / Love you 'til then

Feel my breath / On your neck / And your heart / Will race

Don't say no to me / You can't say no to me / I won't see you / Denied

I'm sorry you saw that / I'm sorry he did it
An echo / A stain

I can't say no to you
Say nothing

Free falling
Complete


He collapsed into the plushness of the chair. His arms draped off the cloth-lined wood, fingers unclenched and limp. Neck touching the back of the chair, his hair fell in thick lines, the shorter layers toward the front brushing along the stark whiteness of his dress-shirt. His hair was practically gleaming in the pale light of the room, smelling of cigarettes and tissue-searing vodka. Remnants of cologne clung to his skin still and he took in a staggered breath.

She'd dropped to her knees in front of him, head bowed while she removed his boots. He groaned a bit, possibly mumbling an incoherent sentence, but he wasn't sure. Thoughts chipped away at his consciousness with dull hammers. And the pain did not dull with the sudden weight of her petite fingers on his thigh.





WHY CAN'T I JUST KEEP WRITING?
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WIP [requested by dempaquin] [17 Jan 2005|04:51pm]

noin
[ mood | mal-content ]


He tossed me back. Hand firm on my chest, leather-clad leg tripping me up until I'm back down on my knees.

He's fond of tugging on my hair, he weaves each slim finger through, lets the strands sift through them.

He's only gentle with you when you're beneath him.


Younger by a soft infinity. Yes, he had taken my right away.

I should have been Avarice. Should have taken up the abandoned vestment. That golden line of him. Oh, he'd asked. Persuasive. Stupidity. I resembled his original form moreso than any other. Incest, incest, bloody incest. Sweet breath. Exchange that mottled skin. Have me. Have me.

In exchange?


G I V E . M E . E V E R Y T H I N G.


His pawn. Control. Smooth power.

Lust. Transfered into that voice.

"Solo." Through once holy cloth, his fingers clutch me. "You did not keep him safe."
"You have failed me, dearest brother."

A wince. Pound in my ear, a half-hearted attempt to keep myself from you.

"What should I do to you?"
"What punishment should I allow myself?"

Give me everything with semi-parted lips, bleed me until I collapse into a bent over form across your body. How you use me. How do I allow the slick press of skin and bruising fingers. Grasp of hips and eyes closed I submit.

Your breath is soft, your hands maintain a splash of vermillion, my mouth bleeds against yours.

Let out your moan. Bring yourself.


Always this mal-content bundle of nerves.

Frayed against the planes of your body and covered in more than your heady scent.

"And where else can I touch you? That will bring out an unwilling gasp? How to castigate you until I hear that pleading voice? Tell me, brother."





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I should have posted this here originally. Apologies if I spam your friends page. [Even though I don't do that already? XD]

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TAKING REQUESTS [01 Jan 2005|10:56am]

noin
[ mood | bouncy ]

Since my personal journal is nearing 200 posts [and it's the new year and all], I thought it'd be fun to do something to commemorate. So I'm taking requests for short ficlets/drabbles.

I will write you something at least 100 words, maybe longer. All that I ask is that you give me a prompt. Your request doesn't HAVE to include a pairing, but I'd like a lyric, a phrase, something you'd like incorporated into the writing of it. And if anyone's interested in something with Delos/Francis/Sebastian I'm willing to try that as well. Or if you want something original like a poem or whatnot, I'm good for that as well. And now that I think about it, I could try writing something for Cowboy Bebop, Trigun or FFVIII although those fandoms might take a bit longer...]

Since my personal journal, noin, is becoming increasing crowded with inane, dull personal trash I decided to move the offer over here.

To give you an idea of what I write/like here's the short of it.

GW:

I'm pretty comfortable with writing any of the pilots, although Wufei still escapes me [he's too damn slick, that one. :P]. Zechs, Treize, Noin, Trowa, Duo and Relena are my most comfrotable characters to work with. Dorothy, Heero, Quatre and Lady Une to an extent with Sally bringing up the end. SHE's so complicated! @__@ But I'm willing to try anything.


If anyone's actually interested, *turns head left, then right as crickets chirp in the background*, just comment here. ^___~

HAPPY NEW YEAR'S EVERYBODY!

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EVEN IN THE AFTERGLOW [original, one-shot] who_shot_kr My gift, to you. <3 [21 Dec 2004|07:59pm]

noin
[ mood | anxious ]

A/N: Incest. Slash. Weird sex? Some kinks, I suppose. Masturbation, voyeuristic priest. I think that might be it. ^^; Oh, and no beta for this, so please forgive any stupid mistakes. [I'll harass my beta later.] It's my first time posting something...like this, so...be gentle?

For who_shot_kr. Who finally corrupted me. Thank you, boyfriend! <333333 But not only that, you fed this bunny, encouraged the rabid little thing and gave it the superglue it needed to grow and poke away at my brain. I thank you for your constant encouragement, despite how goddamn /slow/ of a writer I am. ;__;

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To avoid some confusion:

POV = Delos
him/his/etc = Francis
you/your/etc = Sebastian

Sections in italics are flashbacks...with Francis/Delos. >_>; *cough*


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EVEN IN THE AFTERGLOW


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Jealousy To Stir Him

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Merry Christmas, Darling! <3Collapse )


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SERAPH...07...[9xS,6+9/9+6,6+13,9+13,4+9,2+6, R, multi-part, halted] [27 Nov 2004|09:31pm]

noin
[ mood | nostalgic ]

SERAPH

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The Vanity Of Life

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I said,
'I will watch my ways,
lest I sin with my tongue;
I will set a curb on my mouth.'
Dumb and silent before the wicked
I refrained from any speech.
But my sorrow increased
My heart smoldered within me
In my thoughts a fire blazed up
And I broke into speech

Lord, let me know my end
The number of my days
That I may learn how frail I am
You have given my days a very short span
My life is as nothing before you
All mortals are but a breath
Mere phantoms
We go our way
Mere vapor
Our restless pursuits
We heap up stores without knowing for whom
And now, lord
What future do i have?
You were my only hope
From all my sins deliver me
Let me not be the taunt of fools

I was silent and did not open my mouth
Because you were the one who did this
Take your plague away from me
I am ravaged by the touch of your hand
You rebuke our guilt and chasten us
You dissolve all we prize like a cobweb
All mortals are but a breath
Listen to my prayer
Lord
Hear my cry
Do not be deaf to my weeping
I sojourn with you like a passing stranger
A guest, like all my ancestors
Turn your gaze from me
That I may find peace
Before I depart
To be no more

---Psalm Thirty-nine


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The streets were littered with the homeless and the lost.

She didn't like being vulnerable, susceptibility was not something that she had ever been accustomed to.

It was cool. The air was stiff with the ending of autumn and there would be rain.

It was dusk and she had spent the first day searching for answers.

The first place that she had looked towards was a bar---Prosaic.

It seemed that after the Death, all of the preternatural beings had been forced to remain or flee to Earth. But the cities had noticed the sudden increase in population and they had been forced to remain hidden in the dark.

None of the Immortals or Near-Immortals had chosen to leave Earth. The colonies were not natural and they held no tradition or holiness; either that of good or evil. Immortals would not last long if they abandoned the Earth.

She hadn't managed to find out anything new and had stupidly provoked Wrath to appear.

He hadn't been very pleased with her.

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SERAPH...06...[9xS,6+9/9+6,6+13,9+13,4+9,2+6, R, multi-part, halted] [27 Nov 2004|04:30pm]

noin
[ mood | nostalgic ]

SERAPH

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The Miserere: Prayer Of Repentance

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Have mercy on me, god, in your goodness
In your abundant compassion blot out my offense
Wash away all my guilt;
From my sin cleanse me
For i know my offense
My sin is always before me
Against you alone have i sinned
I have done such evil in your sight
That you are just in your sentence
Blameless when you condemn
True, I was born guilty
A sinner
Even as my mother conceived me
Still, you insist on sincerity of heart;
In my inmost being teach me wisdom
Cleanse me with hyssop
That i may be pure
Wash me
Make me whiter than snow
Let me hear sounds of joy and gladness
Let the bones you have crushed rejoice

Turn away your face from my sins
Blot out my guilt
A clean heart create for me, god
Renew in me a steadfast spirit
Do not drive me from your presence
Nor take from me your holy spirit
Restore my joy in your salvation
Sustain in me a willing spirit
I will teach the wicked your ways
That sinners may return to you
Rescue me from death
God, my saving god
That my tongue may praise your healing power
Lord, open my lips
My mouth will proclaim your praise
For you do not desire sacrifice
A burnt offering you would not accept
My sacrifice, god, is a broken spirit
God, do not spurn a broken, humbled heart

Make Zion prosper in your good pleasure
Rebuild the walls of Jerusalem
Then you will be pleased with proper sacrifice
Burnt offerings and holocausts
Then bullocks will be offered on your altar

---Psalm Fifty-one


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It had been an unavoidable contact.

Although I did not trust Venials or Temptations enough to reveal my state of deterioration or my place of rest, I had to let a few of them know of my existence.

Michael was searching for me. Gabriel was aiding him and I knew that if the two of them had joined forces, it was not of Michael's own volition.

Although Michael had never purposefully been cruel and despite the length in which his true-felt affections remained upon a single entity, he was a harmful lover.

I'd fallen in with my dearest brother perhaps out of need, out of a desire to be favored. Michael had responded to me in a manner that to this day forced my once unbeating heart to clench at the sight of his blood-red hair and violet eyes.

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SERAPH...05...[9xS,6+9/9+6,6+13,9+13,4+9,2+6, R, multi-part, halted] [26 Nov 2004|10:26pm]

noin
[ mood | nostalgic ]

SERAPH

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Sorrow And Hope In Exile

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By the rivers of Babylon
We sat in mourning and weeping
When we remembered Zion
On the poplars of that land
We hung up our harps
There our captors asked us
For the words of a song
Our tormentors,
For a joyful song
'Sing for us a song of Zion!'
But how could we sing
The song of the Lord
In a foreign land?

If I forget you Jerusalem
May my right hand wither
May my tongue stick to my palate
If I do not remember you
If I do not exalt Jerusalem
Beyond all my delights

Remember, Lord
Against Edom
That day at Jerusalem
They said:
'Level it, level it down to its foundations!'
Fair Babylon
You destroyer
Happy those who pay you back
The evil you have done us!
Happy those who seize your children
And smash them against a rock.

---Psalm One-hundred-thirty-seven


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Bleed for me, I'll live forever
Drink of me and live forever


She couldn't remember clearly the words of the song.

She did remember that they were a mutated form of Christian teachings...

The blood and body of Christ


...but the song had been about one of the more creative human creations of a vampire. A nonexistent creature, althought similar beings had lived once. Soul-eaters. Actual Reapers who survived to swallow souls. Another one of God's children.

There was a deep sigh in place of an amused smile. She'd dreamt another dream, another figment of uninspired subconsciousness. Her memory was distinctly faded and blurred. Her mortal mind was not that of an angel's who tended to have photographic memories. She remembered that she used to be able to call every creature on Earth, the Heavens, and Hells by their individual Chosen name.

Now, she had difficulties in remembering miniscule details that should not have troubled her.

She'd been angry in the dream. It was the only aspect that she could muster reconasance for. She'd been very angry.

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