The silence suffocates ♦ ♦ ♦

→◘ I'm hoping someday I'll breathe again. ◘←

"Choices", a Bleach ficlet
{B} eyes meet; time stops ☆


"Just gonna stand there and watch me burn? That's alright because I like the way it hurts."Collapse )


"Promise"; a request Code Geass Fanfic
{B} eyes meet; time stops ☆


"Cannot touch. Cannot hold. Cannot be together. Cannot love. Cannot kiss. Cannot have each other."Collapse )






"Nobility's Fall"- Chapter 2: Return
{B} eyes meet; time stops ☆

Disclaimer: Not mine. Credit goes to Tite Kubo. The plot of this story is mine, however.
Rating: For now, T.
Pairing: Byakuya/Rukia
Warnings/Spoilers: Only if you aren’t up to date with the manga/anime.
Chapter Summary: Rukia says farewell to her friends and returns home.


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"Nobility's Fall"- Chapter 1: The Call
{B} eyes meet; time stops ☆

Disclaimer: Not mine. Credit goes to Tite Kubo. The plot of this story is mine, however.
Rating: For now, T.
Pairing: Byakuya/Rukia
Warnings/Spoilers: Only if you aren’t up to date with the manga/anime.
Chapter Summary: Rukia Kuchiki was all too busy despising the fall when a call came to a friend that changed everything.

"If I hold out my hand...would it change where you're standing now?"Collapse )






{B} eyes meet; time stops ☆


And the AiHime Porn is a GO!Collapse )







'The Joys of Candy"
{B} eyes meet; time stops ☆

I decided to upload everything separately b/c I'm going to be linking these in various comms so I wanted to post the IchiHime first since I know there's quite a few ppl who wanna read it first. Next the AiHime smexing times (-shiver-), and then the ByaRuki b/c it's a multi-chapter fic. =) Sound goods?!?! <3 Lemme know what you think, IchiHime lovers!

Title: The Joys of candy

Rating: M/NC-17

Warnings/spoilers: None


Welcome to my sex room. Welcome to my sanctuary.Collapse )

"Urges" A GrimmNel NC-17 fic
{B} eyes meet; time stops ☆
( You are about to view content that may only be appropriate for adults. )

"My world is spinnin' in slow motion, and you're moving to fast-"
{B} eyes meet; time stops ☆

Title: Eyes
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Spoilers: Not really.
Summary: Orihime’s eyes were entirely too large.


IchiHime...because any other answer is wrong!Collapse )

Ok so as of this week...I've been depressed. I know, I know, I bitch all the time but hey, what's the point in having awesome LJ friends like you all if I can't bitch every once in a while? -wink-

I don't know what my problem is. I mean just as the title of my entry states, I feel like I'm standing still and everything is revolving around me at such an excrutiatingly fast pace that it's all I can do not to blink and miss something. I feel like I'm getting left behind. -sigh- It's so damn depressing. What a way to feel the spring/summertime before I ship overseas...that'll make that whole experience a bit of a bad ordeal. -dies-

Oh and so I guess they have officially english dubbed Clannad! I watched the first four episodes today on the anime network. The english VA are fantastic! No one that I knew right off the bat but I'm a little dense when it comes to hearing something (aside from JYB, Yuri Lowenthal, and Vic Micgnonga. -shrug- I wonder if they'll bring it to Adult Swim now? Didn't they say something about it on one of their bumps earlier in the year? Like about buying 3 new animes (one of which was FMA: Brotherhood?). All I can do is cross my fingers!



P.S. The GrimmNel fic is getting posted next, Codegal! Promise! ;) 

"Remembering You"- FMA fic
{B} eyes meet; time stops ☆

Title: Remembering You
Rating: PG (a curse word or two)
Pairing: EdwardxWinry
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Summary: Even if the distance keeps him away from home, it's his memories that keep him close to her.
"As we grow older, as we continue to change with age, there is one thing that will never change: I will always keep falling in love with you."- Karen Clodfelder


It was years before he realized exactly how he felt about Winry. And it was strange the way it came about. It had been a typical day of destroying the town he was saving with his armored brother Alphonse and listening to Mustang bitch about always having to clean up his mistakes. And something about needing new gloves because he had quite possibly dropped his only dry pair in the river by accident....Possibly.

"I'm not saying I did or didn't (and then he promptly changed the subject), but the fact of the matter is that I can't keep doing this, Ed. You run around like a mad man  and I'm just expected to clean up your leftovers. Well I'm tired of these leftovers, dammit! It's the same thing every time! I would like a little variety, please."

"Colonel Mustang, you requested an audience?" Riza questioned dully, hiding all too well the sparkle the raven haired man brought to her eyes.

"Indeed!" He answered with a false sense of gusto, something he tended to do only around Riza. "I need you to either find a method to dry my igniter gloves or I'm going to need some new ones made stat!"

She blinked at him lazily, and not the least bit surprised, "What happened to the last pair?"

Roy swallowed, "That's not the point-"

"What happened to the last pair, sir?" She questioned again, folding her arms just under the swell of her breasts.

Mustang fidgeted a bit before ducking his head, "They fell in the river."

She sighed, "Of course they did. You're completely useless when you're wet, do you realize that?"

Ed smirked up at his younger brother, "Maybe that's our cue to leave, Al. Maybe the lieutenant would like to dry off the colonel."

It was then, in that moment, with the flash of light off of Riza's unveiling of her best friend, her handy gun, that a weird memory hit Edward. The metallic shine was all too familiar as he was sent hurling back into his memories of reprimand and awkward touches.


EASIEST THING IN THE WORLD TO FIX! YOU'RE SUCH AN IDIOT!" She cried, her voice edging on outright anger and sadness. The anger part frightened him, sure. But the sadness portion of her teetering tone was what made him shiver. Sadness caused yet again by him.

And before he could issue his apology, a wrench was being swung (although sometimes thrown) at his golden hair.

But it wasn't just near death experiences that brought the blonde from home to mind. It was peaceful moments that caught his muddied mind as well.

One day at dusk, when the world was settling down for sleep, and Al was bound and determined to train the ducks that lived at the local pond to respond to his calls, he saw her. Or dreamt of her. Either way, it was nice.

He was in a dozy state of simply admiring the surface of the blue water when he heard his brother speak: "Do you know what I want right now, brother?"

And before he could catch himself, he breathed out Winry's name like the ending of a prayer. Immediately his eyes rounded and his jaw clenched as he waited to see if his brother had heard him or not.

"Windy? No, it's not that windy out right now. Are you cold, brother?"

Sighing in relief, Ed resigned to the fact that he would have to leave his reflective pool of blue to immerse himself in the drabbles of alchemy indoors. He couldn't have Al guessing at any other possibilities of what he had said.


And whenever someone cried, he thought of the ballsy girl as well. It was something Winry never did. And if she happened to let a few tears shed, it usually meant the death of whoever had been unfortunate enough to witness such a rare occurrence. He could count on one hand the amount of times he had seen her cry. And each of those times, along with the bruises to match on his skin, stained his mind. It was when he thought he was surely going to die that he envisioned her crying. Envisioned her needing to abuse someone for the pain she was feeling. Then his heart would twist because he was certain it wouldn't be him.

However, fate had other plans and Ed and his brother were sparred an afterlife of regret and granted another day to adventure, conquer, dream, remember, and want.


Then, on days that there was a nice breeze, she came to his forefront of thinking as well. It was hard not to. As time passed on, not only did his memories grow more intense, but so did his awareness of her and her physical appearance. It had been on one of their rare visits home that this memory had been forever branded onto the surface of his brain.

They had been visiting the Elrics' former home, or what was left of it anyways, and they had been heading back when the elder of the brother's had noticed that Winry was not with them. It was then that he turned around frantically in search of the tow-headed mechanic. And what he found stayed with him.

She had been bent down, picking at a few wild flowers, humming to herself when she stood and took a deep breath of the sweet fragrance the untamed beauty offered her. A whisper of a breeze then brushed past her, ruffling her long hair and clothes with a silent laugh as it rushed past Ed's frozen body.

Every curve, line, tone, and shaping of her body was just beautiful. Her calf muscles flexed as she stood on her tip toes and let the flowers ascend into the wind to be carried off to a better place. Her skirt ruffled enough to give him a fleeting view of a perfectly rounded rear, equipped with a glimpse of white ruffles which could have only been her panties. And the way her hands seemed to flow and become one with the wind, he realized that the calloused hands that adored machinery were not only useful, but that they were indeed feminine and beautiful. She was the epitome of a physical specimen and she hadn't the slightest idea. He hadn't at the time, either.

But with the mocking of the breeze from time to time, he was reminded of his lack of foresight. His lack of everything, it seemed, in Winry's wake.

And that was why, when they returned home for one of their infrequent visits and laid eyes on Winry for the first time in what seemed like ages, he couldn't help but smile. She was the same, if not more developed, and still wielding that damn wrench.

"Winry doesn't look too happy, brother," Al whispered with a worried tone, more than aware that his brother was about to receive a physical beating for the two of them.

Edward scratched at the back of his head, breathing in deep as Winry ran at him, "Isn't it great?" He asked his brother rhetorically, making sure to memorize every aspect of his childhood friend (love maybe?) this time. He would use every bit of this visit for himself at night when he was lonely. During missions when he was afraid. During unfairness in the world when he wanted to scream. When innocent people died and he wanted to ruin his automail in an effort to avenge their deaths.

But most importantly he would use these memories later on, down the road, when time gave him the chance to tell Winry just how much he loved her.


Ehhhh so how was that? There's that EdWin fic I was promising you all. I've worked this and worked this and this is the final result. IDK why but Ed and Winry are incredibly difficult for me to write. But anyhow, enjoy!



"I pray that it's raining on Sunday, stormin' like crazy-"
{B} eyes meet; time stops ☆

Title: Rain
Rating: T (Better safe than sorry)
Warnings: Allusions to sex
Spoilers: If you haven't beaten the game or watched AC then it's probably best not to venture into this fanfic.
Setting: Post-AC
Pairing: Cloud/Tifa

"The best thing for one to do when it's raining is to let it rain."- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


Typically sun and dust particules tickled him awake. Today, however, he woke to the sound of a storm thrashing outside the windows of Seventh Heaven. He was easy to appease though, sun or shine, he found the new day to be a blessing. Perhaps it was partly due to the warm bed that he slept so soundly in each night. Perhaps it was the delicious meals he feasted upon everyday with his family. Maybe it was the peaceful planet that he was finally able to enjoy with everyone.


Movement. Stretching. The tickle of long locks of mane that belonged to the person he shared this large bed with. As in typical fashion, she woke only moments after he did. Even their internal clocks were destined together.

Her legs shook as she twiddled her toes and shook out all the cobwebs of sleep. Slowly, he let his eyes slip open so that he could watch her morning routine.

Eyebrows knit together as her mind denied her waking body's awareness. She sucked in a ragged breath and held it as her arms raised above her head and stretched as well. Next, as he remembered fondly, came her back. And as in typical fashion, when she arched her back upwards, he was rewarded with a front seat view of all the feminine curves she had to offer. And she was abundant, if not overflowing, with curves. It almost seemed wrong for a woman to have such a figure...almost. And then, once she continued straightening her back, she would hiss.

This morning was no different.

"Ah!" She cried out quietly, her body snapping back into a straight line as she hit a particularly sensitive point in her stretches.

He smiled. He had known it was coming. Chuckling silently, he reached over and brushed her messy tuffs of hair from her face, "Good morning."

Eyelids fluttered open to greet his mako blue eyes with warm pools of chocolate. They were hazy with the last traces of sleep as a murky smile tugged onto her face, "Morning."

"How did you sleep?"

Yawning, and whimpering a bit as she adjusted her position, she closed her eyes again, "Fine. I could use a bit more. Something kept me up last night," She teased, poking an eye open to eye him mockingly.

Cloud smirked, "You're complaining now but I don't ever hear you say a word against me at night."

Tifa's nose crinkled with humor as his mouth pressed against her forehead in wordless apology.

"I think you crippled me," She mentioned as he returned back to his spot nestled against his pillow.

"Oh?" He breathed, observant eyes more than aware of her pained awakening.

She nodded, her eyes edging open again, "You would think after waking up like this every morning that I'd eventually learn my lesson."

Cloud chuckled low, "Maybe it's my fault for assuming you can keep up with me."

Tifa's eyes rounded in shock, "Cloud Strife!"

He closed his eyes with satisfaction. Of course she could keep up with him. It was nearly all he could do to hang on when it came to their love making. But it was an addiction, and any chance they could be together intimately, he jumped at. And luckily enough, the children were old enough that they slept through the night, leaving Cloud and Tifa to their midnight delights most nights; if not every night.

"I need a shower," She finally grumbled with a hint of pouting.

"You can't shower when it's storming outside. You'll get electrocuted," Cloud mentioned casually. In all honesty he didn't fear for such a reality. He, himself, tempted the forces of nature on a daily basis. She could shower and be out before any type of injury could be attained. The point was not to lecture her, but to love her. And she, although more than aware of such a ploy, played into his plot willingly.

"I don't like the rain, "She murmured childishly, her lips pursing together.

This time, Cloud shifted, "That's not fair. Rain is many things, Tifa. It gives life, brings change, quenches the thirsty, rinses away sins and dirt, and it can heal."

Tifa blinked. Cloud was a man of many shades and depths but such a fondness for rain was not something she would have thought possible. "Heal? It makes your joints all achy. Like today, I feel like my back is on fire."

The rain might have had some effect on the intensity of her pain but most of the blame was to be put on him. Every night he made sure to leave her boneless on more than one occassion, such actions would surely take its toll.

"And rain brings connections and rejuvenation."

She raised an eyebrow," Connections?"

Tifa watched as his bright eyes turned from hazy to hot in a mere matter of miliseconds as he reached for her, pulling her supple body underneath him easily, "What better way to connect than to stay in bed all day?"

Lust and need immediately boiled to her surface, bubbling within her sex as she willingly fell prey to his hungry hands and mouth.


It was later after she and Cloud had showered, together and electricution-free, that Tifa realized that not only had Cloud been right, but that she rather liked the rain.


Ok so not all that proud of this one but it's been stuck in my head for a while now so I hope you all like it.




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