Stereo Moon

Fire Emblem - Longing

2009-11-24T21:29:25Z

Yes, I do write het. Have some of the best FE het pairing - Eliwood and Lyndis~

Enjoy~ <3

Rounded lamps threw cold, hard shadows onto the rich chocolate wall, painting the slow movements and careful actions perfectly.

Everything about this one moment, possibly the last moment they could harbour for themselves, causes his hair to stand on end and shiver, yet strip his tunic and upper garments with the heated intensity. He would be damned if he were to feel remorse or self-pity on this night - he wanted it to belong to them both.

The hidden princess, wrapped in a veil of rogue and honest attributes, had captured his very heart from first glance - even as he was carrying a beautiful woman against his chest. Nothing could tear at the rugged charm she possessed, telling her opinion without holding back any bars. Of course, Hector too held this skill, but her's was more dignified.

She would wrap the harmful truth in a shroud of comfort and reassurance, immediately halting any hostile feelings one may have for such a thing being said.

"You look like a dog with your mouth hung open that way..." She stated with a childish giggle, stepping into the room from the bathroom adjacent. "But... I feel that it suits you..."

Eliwood's mouth remained to swing open freely, despite the deep blush he had gained from the statement. His hungry mouth yearned for hers, pouting in a soft pink with a hint of innocence. His skin longed to slide over hers, especially those creamy, mesmerizing thighs and that pert bottom, both revealed teasingly by the teal dress she wore.

For tonight, all the accessories; her sword, her belts, even the ornament eternally holding her hair up, were gone. No boundaries were to be held. No words unrelating to each other were to be so much as uttered.

Slowly, Lyndis took long, graceful strides, the skirt of her dress flapping upward to reveal more thigh on purpose. Finally, she stands before him, stomach to face. One leg reaches up slowly, showcasing her grace and balance, and places its foot upon the bed beside him. Eliwood's instantaneous reaction is to feel it, running his calloused, unworthy fingers over the unblemished expanse.

With a gentle smile, the Lord is given a few seconds to swallow his awe and realise that yes - this moment was real. The adorably baffled smile across his lips seemed to give the impression that he had been looking to this moment for something close to her longing.

Lyndis reaches for his hand and cups it with her own, an unsure smile finding her own gorgeous pout. The hand is guided along the top of her thigh and onto her lower stomach, a soft whisper of a moan escaping her lips. Eliwood smiled up at the woman and laughed lightly. He could tell what that sound indicated without even having started to pleasure her... She was already begging for more.

Subsidiary

2009-10-24T12:00:24Z

A really brief, complete fail GanonLink

After replaying TP (and finding GanonLink fanart, durhur) I've been finding this pairing easier to write than IkeMarth. Maybe I have... run out of AUs for the time being?

(Try to) enjoy~

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“I don't want for us to be resented...” The Hylian stated, the slight choke in the back of his throat triggering his elder to sigh. Powerful hands crept around the pale jawline and dusted its skin, earning a comforted hum. Link always did have the tendency to wish for that which could not be obtained. Midna's return, a normal life back in Ordon or for Hyrule to forget its past trials were all preposterous claims – much like what he was presenting by staying here, with him.

“Link... There are things we were made to do... created for purposes unknown until the time arises.” A sound gulp of air was taken by the blonde. He knew what was coming. “Your purpose on this earth is to destroy me. I am not to be alive...”

A hand promptly clung to his, pressing its darkened palm against his face. “Don't say that, you know I won't let that happen...” Link whispered with an almost desperate tone, head shaking slightly. “We... We can surpass this... We love each other, right?”

Silence.

The crystalline azure eyes began to gloss, each small breath becoming shaky and ragged. Link knew he would receive no answer to the question. He never did. But he could at least understand – 'Love' was not a word found in a Dark Lord's vocabulary. Especially not when expressing feelings for another person.

“I'm sorry.” Ganondorf whispered, slipping his free hand down to the Hero's shoulder. “These moments will have to end. When that time is, however, is your choice."

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2009-10-11T11:11:12Z

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Fic a day - Fire and Ice

2009-10-08T22:04:45Z

IkeMarth

Yeeeeeah, I'm never gonna make up those three I owe.

This one makes no sense at all, I just went along with whatever I had. Even if it was this bad.

I like the idea but my execution - Could use with improving. Highly.

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Cold. He was so very, very cold.

A chill coursed its way through his body and seemed to leave as it reached his head.

He couldn't remember for the life him the reason for his laying upon the hard floor, but the faint glow of orange in the hall ahead probably had a little partcipation. His eyes flicked upward, to attempt a focus on the loud crackle, but found it near impossible. He sighed and made to shake his head with little to no success.

His body felt heavy. So heavy infact, he couldn't move, couldn't sit, couldn't stand. His legs had no feeling them at all, every try to move them as before failing with effort-filled huffs. He had no clue what situation he was in, but boy, he did not like it one bit.

The distant sounds of crackling and creaking beams seemed to be progressively drawing closer, accompanying the blurred luminense of a warm hue. Crackling... Heat... Orange... It was only at that point he released what the three pulled together would mean.

Fire.

The Smash Manor was on fire.

The actuality of the situation caused his mind to revert into a state of panic, furnaces of thinking becoming stoked with wood. However much he wanted to move, though, he woudn't be granted such a thing. The frigid body he lay in refused to move in the slightest, the male only able to gain a twitch from his fingers ever so often.

He was...

No.

A little more effort was needed is all. His eyes flicked around to see if anyone - anything - had been caught in the same situation as he. To the far left a Mr. Sandbag lay with his torso completely ripped apart by a beam and its splinters, sand spilling everywhere. It's usual blank and indifferent expression had reverted to that of horror which even churned the stomach of its spectator. He had been made for injuries but... for all its service, it didn't deserve an end like that. No-one did.

He tore himself away from the scene with a silent prayer, wishing for his end to be somewhat less gruesome. Or not even to be here, if anything. He had guessed by now that a beam was planted firmly over his torso by the blocky object in the corner of his vision and the fact of a crimson pool surrounding his midriff.

He hadn't a chance to survive through this, he thought. Everyone able to make it out would be congregating outside, worrying themselves over their belongings or fellow contestants. He wondered if his lover was crying for him, bawling his name into the night air with remorse. He had yet to witness his partner shed a tear but...

A creak came from above brashly.

His last moments were of fire and ice.

Fic a day - Night

2009-10-07T16:40:12Z

I owe three. Eff.

ONE.

(Shortened to be easier, dohoho!)

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At night, the Smash manor would become very different.

The general hum of worker R.O.B.s would die down into nothingness, mingling along with the diminishing Game & Watch beeps. The buzz of spectators, whether from parallel Nintendo games or outside of that, would subside to the echoing crickets lining both the stadium and manor's grasslands. Even the fighters themselves would revert from talkative and active (dependant upon the fighter, of course) to calm and quiet, replacing usual cheery hellos with silent nods.

At night, the Smash Manor was at peace. It was the only time they were allowed peace. Away from fights, away from crowds and away from general demands.

It was their down-time, a period to gather their thoughts and composure.

However true this may have been, Marth would tell any person close enough to him that this was not the case.

Always... Always would he promise himself the opportunity to thank Mila for his good fortune in that day of hard work and training, giving pure respects as a royal would.

Always... Always would this promise with himself be broken upon the arrival of Ike to his room, smirk ever-evident on that sculpted face of his.

It never occurred to Marth that he should do this praying elsewhere in the manor where he could not be found or at an earlier time... No... Rather... he enjoyed the crude interruptions consisting of a brash grasp of the cheeks making his bottom.

He would attempt to push at the young mercenary's torso with a grunt of 'Not now ' but never amount to anything. Always, a quiet 'Yes, now~' would be returned with a light clench of each hand, reducing the huffy monarch into a whining mess.

His sensitivity was beyond anything seen by the soldier. A light brush here, a slight hiss. A gentle squeeze there, a mumbled plea.

Eventually, when Ike would push himself into the warding cavern, that is when the cries would start. From certain angles, each thrust could deliver a scream loud enough to top anything said by the prince during the entire day, but not pass the thick, stone walls. The sheer desperation received; fingers clawing at muscled biceps, yelps of pleas in his native tongue, toes curling around either the air or bedsheets...

If this is what could be earned during the only down-time available in the day, neither ever wanted to rest.

Fic a day - Anticipation

2009-10-04T16:20:40Z

Third day - KaitoLen

This fic is... not of the best quality. Really not of the best. Writing when you are doing a crap load of other things doesn't help at all. So... I stopped it before I intended to.

But... A fic a day means a fic a day, right?

I can only apologize for this fic and pray you don't die orz

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"You were amazing today, Len."

The blonde boy smiled shyly and bit into his banana, looking out of the window to his left. From the speed Kaito drove at, the cityscape melded into simple veins of black and blue, streaking lights coursing between them.

He quietly replied, "Th-Thanks."

He knew that he should no longer be so shy to not look at the elder's defined face, especially so as those icy eyes were focused elsewhere, concentrating upon the darkened road carrying them home.

The canary's mouth open to speak but promptly closed to preserve the comfortable silence between them. Another bite was taken from his banana and the fruit was kept at his lips whilst he chewed. He couldn't help but feel a slight elation as he looked out to the world, the hand on his lap curling into a loose fist.

Soon all those outside would hear his music. He was unsure of how they would gauge it as of yet, but he prayed for the positive. His optimism was the only way he could continue on - without it, all would have fallen long ago.

His head turned with a blush as a warmth spread into the top of his fist, the boy looking up to see Kaito continue to drive with a single hand, the other clasped over his.

"Is something wrong?" He asked with an underlying concern, otherwise sounding completely indifferent.

Len's aqua eyes flicked up to greet Kaito's glance with an embarrassed blush, his head shaking briefly. "No, nothing." He slowly opened his fist to invite the fellow musician's fingers to slip between his own. "I'm pretty happy, actually."

"Well, I'm glad to hear that." The upper, blue-tipped hand squeezed gently, giving a comforting sensation to young boy. "I'll try to get you home as soon as possible... Tomorrow."

A visible shiver traced its path down Len's spine at the sheer husk the sentence had ended in. He knew what was planned for this night - they had been planning it for some time. What he didn't plan is how nervous he'd become before even the first hurdle. Heck, they hadn't even reached the idol's house and Len was sweating, afraid that he would make a dire mistake and throw Kaito off.

Half a year now is how long they had been dating. Half a year now is how long he had felt like he'd been keeping Kaito waiting. He would apologize and stop them whenever their kisses would become something more, whenever those same blue fingernails would crawl beneath the security of his jumper and brush over his back, as though tasting the flesh with extra-sensory limbs.

Good God, Len knew how good it felt, but he couldn't have allowed himself to slave to such a thing then. It would have felt like appeasement or a means of payback for all the help and contracts Kaito had set up for him. Even his twin sister had concurred when he explained the dilemma, hugging one of his Kaito-branded ice lolly plushes.

Her exact words were along the critical lines of; "You continue to shun him everytime it happens and he will either get bored and leave or rape you. If you feel it is time soon, or you don't want any of the above, go for it! I'll cover for you, mum and dad won't suspect a thing."

However comforting it was to hear his sibling's devotion to helping him out, he couldn't help but worry about the former's source. Especially so when she admitted it was what generally happened in the plot of Boy's love fiction.

Fictional, indeed... That is how it felt once they drove into the bluenette's large garage, multiple expensive cars lining its perimeter.

"And... here we are."

Sweat.

Fic a day - Admiration

2009-10-04T00:53:59Z

Second day - KaitoLen

(Yes, 1am the next day counts as the same day.)

IT'S SO POINTLESS, IT MAKES NO SENSE

Forgive me orz

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Despite the fact it was never in an overly spectacular venue or the crowds were never too bountiful, Len just doted upon the opportunity to perform. Never could anything fill him with such elation as that he felt up on the raised platform, blaring his vocals into the provided microphone and tapping away at his keytar.

It wasn't difficult to see why the aspiring singer loved the stage so much - it seemed to love him back. Every one of his flowing motions, jiving to the beat of his own music, were accentuated by the bright lights, hitting a perfect side of his young body no matter where they were placed. His youthful, tenor voice reverberated through the microphone and out of each speaker with an unworldly force; it was a phenomenon. This kid was a prodigy.

A royal blue fingernail tapped the blond's photo with a displeased hum. So overlooked... Its owner thought wistfully, head slowly shaking at the matter. It was a great annoyance to hear one so talented and find their talent shunned by the outside world.

"Can I get you anything, Kaito?" Was spoken toward him with a chirp, the awaiting waitress smiling as his head gradually lifted, matching her expression.

"Just an ice lolly, if you have any. Blue raspberry."

A giggle. "Of course~"

Kaito settled in the corner seat gracing the room's very back with a sly smile. The bar's manager had just been on stage to announce the kid's arrival to their humble doors, false enthusiasm blatant in his tone. The blonde seemed to pout at it for the slightest of seconds, unnoticed by all - apart from him.

Despite the slightly negative entrance, Len walked on stage with a skip in his step and an adorable beam on his rounded face. The bluenette couldn't help but coo lightly at this - the kid had heart and bravery worthy of lions.

"... He's cute." The waitress whispered briefly, allowing her patron to hear the boy's talking. She had promptly returned with the requested treat, handing the ice's stick over in a swift motion. "Heard of him before?"

"Mm..." Kaito's tongue flicked out to lick at his lower lip before sucking on the treat's tip with an enchanted expression. "You should hear his voice."

"Really?"

"Yeah... It's like a Roman coin... Hard to spot but once you have dug it up, you can never let it go."

Convincing the opposite of that had been wishful thinking on his part. The first time he'd ever seen Len perform... He was left speechless. The boy's adorable face, that lithe body... He couldn't help but wonder how that prize-worthy voice would sound mingled with his own - whether engaged in song or something else.

"-- And so... Here I am. My first song is going to be something a little slow, so..." The performer released a low, breathy laugh, beaming again with a nod. "Please, bear with me."

The keytar's strap on his shoulder was shifted slightly to allow him a more comfortable position for playing, calm expression over his face.

The backing track of assertive drums stirred up immediately, Len's head nodding along to every fourth beat. After a few seconds of introduction,the blonde rose into action, fingers dancing over the improvised instrument, creating a flowing piano melody.

There came another item for Kaito to admire. Playing an intricate rhythm and singing at once was not the easiest task.

The performer leans forwards, to the microphone, and hummed into its circumference, cooing words to the bridge before finally breaking into song.

Kaito's lips dipped beneath his sky blue scarf, nuzzling the material and releasing a hefty sigh. Never mind the amount of times he'd listened to this boy's voice - the initial shock of it always affected him. Always.

Such power, hidden power, underlined each note, setting the song off perfectly. His canary-tipped fingers never faltered from the blues, bringing the song to its climax with such precision, it had to be impossible at such an age.

Yellow on blues. Yes... They fit like a jigsaw.

Both the drums and Len came to a stop, the boy taking a bow with the same beam he'd begun with. Applause erupted throughout the bar's patrons and staff, numerous woops and cheers filling the atmosphere.

The way the boy became so heavily flushed and continuously thanked everyone caused Kaito to smirk, ice blue eyes remaining intriguingly fixated.

Len's gaze swept around and made to glance up at the lone clap resounding from the back. Another thank you was directed toward the male applauding him, but his speech faltered. The glance became a gaze. His cheeks reddened to rival beetroot.

Kaito laughed to himself at the gained reaction, but extended his hands and continued clapping, an indication for continuation.

A cleared throat and his gaze was torn, cheeks remaining coloured as he stuttered into the microphone once more. "I... Um... M-My next song is a little faster... I hope you enjoy it..."

Even as his fingers began to strike up a melody again, the blush remained upon Len's face. He could feel that piercing gaze of ice against his body.

---

"... You're Kaito."

Even after Len had finished his set, the blue-clad male had remained in his seat, nibbling at the soft blue ice lollies he'd ordered and watching him pack up. The heated stare had driven him crazy all night; despite the fact that in his heart, he was glad to be on its receiving end.

He gulped. "... I- I love your songs."

"As I do yours."

He loves my songs... The inner fan boy plaguing Len cried to be released, craving the chance to gush over the star before him. Oh, he wanted to kiss him and tell how his room struggled under all of his Kaito merchandise but...

"... Len, can I kiss you?"

The canary stopped. He... What did he say?

"I now this may be a little hasty but... I have been craving these-" The bluenette's thumb found confused, pouting lips and smiled, more in a reassuring mannerism than seduction. " - all night."

He should hesitate. The keytar player knew he should hesitate, but he couldn't. Immediately, his arms made a path to the chest before him, gripping the iconic scarf's material and standing on his toes.

Used or not - He'd been craving this his entire life. He wouldn't allow it to creep away now.

Fic a day - Theatre

2009-10-02T18:07:11Z

As of now, I shall try to conduct one fic each day as it seems to be the best road to improvement.

Today - I hand you some IkeMarthRoy - or whichever order you prefer to put them in. Just know that Marth is the one being plowed, ahahaha.

Do try to enjoy~

And apologies for any bleeding eyes. xD (Do point out mistakes to meeee, I shall correct them. *wrote this straight into LJ orz*)

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It felt like a play.

The soft, creaking mattress set the scene, making a fine, almost spectacular, stage to act. Bottle green cast sheets mingling with the white of the discarded pillows - it made for a perfect frame.

Every word, every action, every breath made was carried out with script-like precision, almost as though it were the musings of a lewd author.

Ike: [kneads the rounded flesh before him and thrusts desparatley] Ugh, M-Marth... I never knew you were so hungry...

Marth: [knocks forwards at the force and groans around the red-head's organ, thrusting between his lips] Mn-! Mm....

Roy: He's hungry for you? Ha, h-he's not the one eating you...

Most would consider it a bad position - having your boyfriend take your rear and best friend thrust into your mouth. For Marth, it was anything but, despite the burning shame he felt every time a palm would slap at his rear and knead the flesh. Such filthy words were being thrown at him from both of the dominant males; he almost wondered if he was enjoying the talk or not.

"That's a good slut..." Roy cooed through a deep groan, continuing to rock his hips forward in time with the monarch's tongue.

This would be the part where the audience would awe at the amount of care and attention Marth delivered to the heated shaft with a lengthy gasp.

"Such precision..." One would say.

"Such technique!" Would the other exclaim. "I wish he could work on me that way..."

A sharp slap across the buttocks jerked Marth from his imagined audience, clenching his rear and giving off a small yelp, tongue unintentionally slipping across a nerve upon the shaft's underside.

"Ike... Go faster..." Roy called over his lithe body, smoothing the hand in teal locks down to a milky shoulder. "Your thrusts are affecting mine..."

The soldier makes a gruff sound, pawing the flesh for purchase as he draws back with heavy purpose, immediately slamming at three times the force of previous.

Marth's mouth is uncontrollable at this point, the corners leaking as he laps furiously at the meat. The cries of pleasure from within his throat double in frequency as he, eventually, is flipped over by a disgruntled Ike whom is grunting to himself 'I'm gonna come... I'm gonna come...'

He is leaned over by both of the men as they pump themselves to completion and release their essence of orgasm over the prince's open-mouth, awaiting face.

With a clear blush, Marth turned his head to look back, towards the floor.

The entire audience stand in ovation, a roaring applause filling the theatre. There even seems to be those moved to tears over how graciously he took the semen in his stride, licking the spatters upon his upper lip greedily.

They cry out to him with admiration, voices wobbling with the sheer awe.

"Marvelous!"

"You are an inspiration to us all!"

It were nights like these where he would smile to himself and nod at the crowd, thanking them all for watching.

Exuent.

Wow.

2009-08-14T00:21:16Z

I think Fire Emblem has lost my respect.

...Iloveit.

2009-07-17T18:52:36Z

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Oh Hi.

2009-03-17T17:33:39Z

Hey there.
I only really made this journal for the fics I write that are too smutty or just not posted onto Fanfiction.net where I function here.
Maybe it would have helped if I'd made it when I had something to post. Hm.