Voice

A/N: I don't really know, I was just writing and this came out haha
Warnings: Nothing really... other than it's really really short.

Walking down the dark streets, he shuddered, turning his head around to catch the flicker of lights of the lamppost.

I’m just paranoid… it’s nothing.

The harsh cold wind blew against his lean form, maybe it wasn’t a good idea for him to take a walk in the middle of the night.

But there was something.

Calling…

Calling out to him…

Help me

“Where are you?” he asked softly, the warm air from his lips created small puffs of white against the night’s cold air.

Help…

He continued walking, his shoes making a light clicks against the dark cobblestone streets.

Searching for the owner of the alluring voice in his mind… 

-Naito-

Ultimatum, a Jonghyun/Jinki fic.

Rating: K
Warnings: Boy's love. Also, I get the distinct feeling that I plagiarized this from somewhere...
Summary: There is only so much the heart can take.

Disclaimed.


It starts with a dream--a dream and a determination to achieve that dream.

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"I want to go to the countryside," Jonghyun says, so Jinki lets him.
"I want to go around the entire country," Jonghyun says, so Jinki lets him.
"I want to go around the entire world," Jonghyun says. So Jinki lets him.


It hurts a little more each time, a small chip to his heart, to himself. But this is his dream. This is what he always wanted, and I don't want our relationship to be a burden.

I don't want to be a burden.
I don't want him to abandon me.

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"Are you leaving again?" Are you leaving me again?

"Yeah. I'll be back in three weeks." I'm sorry.

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He says he wants to fly, so Jinki lets him. And Jonghyun is contented with the knowledge that he will wait.

But what if Jinki grows tired of waiting? What if he wants to give up? What Jonghyun doesn't know is that beneath Jinki's acceptance lies a gnawing exhaustion. He thinks this has been going on for far too long. His rationality tells him that this relationship has been nothing but give, give, give, and his resources have run out. His heart has been cracked beyond repair, his pride discarded, and now he's looking back at the path he's taken and he wants everything again. Maybe it's time to be selfish.

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"I love you."

"I love you too."

"I really, really love you."

"Me too."

Jonghyun falls asleep with a smile on his face and has pleasant dreams. At the airport, Jinki smiles and waves at him (he has that smile that reaches his eyes and turns them into tiny crescents, the kind of smile Jonghyun absolutely adores). They kiss and hug and bid their goodbyes, and as Jonghyun boards the plane, he absentmindedly thinks of buying Jinki the moon.

There is a tremble in his veins. Jonghyun thinks it's a sign of something good.

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Three weeks later, Jonghyun calls Jinki, a wide grin on his face and his heart on his sleeve. Jinki doesn't pick up, but Jonghyun tells himself that that's okay, he was planning to surprise him anyway.

Five hours later, he arrives at their apartment and knocks. Jinki doesn't answer so Jonghyun lets himself in with the spare key hidden underneath the mat, pushing nervous thoughts to the back of his mind as he pushes the key in and strides over the threshold.

Five minutes later, Jonghyun walks into an empty room. Everything is in place, everything is in order, but it feels disjointed and wrong. There is an obvious Jinki-shaped gap in the air.

Five seconds later, Jonghyun's world falls to dust.

Author's Note: Bleh. I don't like how this turned out but oh well :|

WIP #2, AkuRoku.

Rating: NC-17. Was supposed to be my first attempt at smut. Needless to say, I chickened out. /shot'd
Warnings: Gay. Gay. Boys Love, Hardcore. Xemnas (mansex). Stuff. Also a WIP. You know what that means! :D
Summary: Axel is a sex addict.
Disclaimed.


Axel didn't know when it had started. It was like that first snuff of bittersweet cigarettes. It was like the joy provided by ecstasy or heroin or cocaine, the tendrils growing longer and longer, alluring and hypnotizing and reaching into the confines of his conscious, ripping out his sanity and licking the remaining shards of his conscience. There would be no worries, no regrets, nothing at all--only pure unadulterated pleasure.

"More...more...!"

Mind and mouth in sync, a litany of want flooding his head. In here, only his satisfaction mattered. In here, he could focus on the sound of sweat-slicked skin slapping against sweat-slicked skin, on the tangy smell of raw sex, on the exhilarating feeling of going so high that falling is nonexistent. In here, outside didn't matter.

"I'm--" Grunt. "fuck," whimper, "nng--ah...ah! H-harder! Harder!"

WIP #1, AkuRoku.

Rating: T. Though if it were continued, then it's likely to turn into an NC-17 (which would be my first attempt at smut, whoop-de-doo).
Warnings: Well...WIP, work-in-progress, an old one at that. May never be continued. Ever. Other than that, yeah, the gay is sort of implied. And slight religion-bashing in a way. I do not mean to offend, it's just something I feel that Axel would do. Dx
Summary: Axel sees a strange boy on top of the church rooftop.
Disclaimed.




It all started on a Sunday.

Axel wasn't the godliest of men--as if his facial tattoos and wild unkempt mane didn't already prove that-but the thing was, he loved his mother, and damn it all to hell if the woman began shedding melodramatic tears of pseudo-scorn.

So he obeyed his mother's whims and went to church, tattoos and all, and he was stared at but honestly, he hardly gave a damn. The combined stench of congregation, unconditional acceptance, and Sunday's Best Clothes nauseated him, the consisted "healing music" pounded on the pipe organ worsened his migraine, but the redhead had promised to himself (and to his mom) that he would be a man about this--that he would faithfully listen to the sermon and pray and open his heart up to the Lord like the nice, obedient son she knew he really was deep deep inside.

Axel promised he wouldn't freak out about that either.

But the boredom was inevitable, and the redhead was by no means a patient man. Very audible groaning was prevented by the temporary satisfaction of picturing saints in positions inspired by softcore Youtube porn. It was in his process of mentally desecrating the priest's face when Axel caught a blond glint reflected by the tinted glass out of the corner of his eye, when he turned his head up back during prayer time and saw what was apparent death-defying acrobatics being performed a hundred and fifty feet in the air.

So, yeah, it all started on a Sunday.

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It was purely by chance that Axel was on the rooftop at approximately the same time as the young acrobat. At least, that was what he told himself over and over, believing that if he repeated it enough times, it would transform into a truth--a perversion of lies. Coincidence, really, and nothing more.

"You shouldn't be up here."

Just a second of eye contact to tell the watcher that he didn't give a damn, before returning his concentration to more important things, like scaling the steep ledge.

Axel tried again. "Hey, what's your name?"

Total ignorance. Not even a glance. Axel supposed he should have been insulted by this, but feelings of irritation were hushed with the sound of shoes skidding on pavement accompanied with the zoomed image of flexing muscles. Green eyes were glued onto the other's neck, a constant beating vein decorated by glittering beads of sweat that hypnotized its audience in the most captivating way. Then everything stopped, a frozen moment in time as the blond properly looked at him, God, finally, and Axel held his breath as the other opened his mouth and then--

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Looking back, Axel would realize that the constricting of his chest was disappointment. Only disappointment.

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"Sora."

"Ah, Sora. I'm Axel. Got it memorized?"

The name tasted bitter in his mouth.

I'm So Sorry!!

Somehow blogger has changed quite a few things on their template kouhai-chan, so it's going to take time for me to figure out OTL

On the other hand this will be our temporary template :D
It's red and swirlyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy~

-Naito-

Sunday Morning, an Axel/Roxas fic.

Rating: T (only for language though, since I’m a total sissy when it comes to writing anything smut-ish)
Warnings: Amateur writing. Yaoi, a.k.a. boy-on-boy stuff. A bit of language. Cheesiness. Read at your own risk.
Summary: Axel wouldn’t have it any other way.
Disclaimed. Edited.


Light seeped through the blinds and greeted a couple on a cozy, beige-colored bed. One of them, the redhead, mumbled in his sleep and squinted for a moment until he ultimately decided to ignore the bright sunlight. Not now, dammit, not when his best friend was tucked into his arms after God knows how long it took for him to get him in that precise spot, after God knows how long of pining and hoping and one little heartache, and then, finally, acceptance. But it seemed as though the sun refused to listen to his plea—not even for just this once, the big douche—so he forced himself up, away from the warm body next to him, and walked the three feet necessary to get to the window. By the time he had returned to that snug embrace, however, he could no longer go back to sleep.

The hell.

So, unable to return to the pleasant bosom of slumber, Axel lay beside his boyfriend (dear Lord, how satisfying it felt to simply think of using the term) and watched him. He watched how Roxas’s chest rose as he breathed, how his legs and arms would twitch from time to time, how, whenever the pyromaniac would pull the blanket away from him if only to tease his sleeping form, the blond’s face would scrunch up and stubbornly refuse to release his hold on the covers. “What a cover hog,” Axel whispered to himself, not without affection lacing his light tone.

Roxas turned for a bit, facing Axel even more, as though he had heard what the redhead had uttered and was going to stare him down as punishment. Fat chance. Some hair fell on his face due to his constant wiggling and gently touched his cute button nose. The boy wrinkled his nose and sneezed before shaking his head to get rid of the tickling sensation. Cute.

His lover snorted then dutifully tucked the rebellious lock behind his ear. His hand didn't immediately move away; no, it lingered there for a while more until it slid to the blond’s cheek, softly caressing the smooth skin, as though each stroke were a sweet kiss filled with adoration and infatuation. Axel spent a few more minutes of stroking his boyfriend’s cheek, brushing his hand through the boy’s soft hair as he marveled over how Roxas chose him, him, the sarcastic, in-your-face all-around jerk who destroyed his sandcastle when the kid was six.

And then Roxas snuggled closer to him, and Axel realized that yes, this must be love. Yes, he was absolutely head over heels for this little blond wonder who barged into his crappy life and screwed everything up and formed it into something breath-taking. Yes, he would literally go insane if Roxas ever went back to his right mind and so much as left him for good. Yes, yes, yes. He was beautiful. And, dammit, Axel couldn’t have asked for anything more.

Outside, dawn slowly turned into day.


“Good morning, love.”

Dream Girl [Reader x MinHo] \(OUO)/

You are..

[e/c] orbs. [h/c] locks.

MinHo hadn’t slept a wink in a couple of days. He kept getting the same dream, every night. And although it was a beautiful dream, it was hauntingly disturbing.

A sweet, charming smile.

It was dragging him down. It was dragging SHINee down as a whole, actually, since he’s been dysfunctional from the lack of sleep. Who was to blame him?

An angelic voice.

He couldn’t do anything anymore. She was taking over his mind.

“Find me, Minho… Find me.”

“I will..” He breathed, staring out the window. “[Name].”

..My dream girl.

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