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bonnefoisSo, the first anniversary of the FE kink meme is coming up on the 20th (I thought it was the 27th, drat) and as the day draws near I have a certain dream to get it to 20 pages by the anniversary. It's almost to 19 right now, as a matter of fact.
SO I ASK YOUR HELP, FLIST. Whether pitching in to simply post a request or helping me with older unfilled requests or whatnot. This kink meme is pretty good about pornless stuff, dude there's gen requests so that "but I can't write porn!!11" excuse does not apply.
Also, I help ensure this kink meme is the cleanest kink meme ever to exist. (Yes, porn muse still in Fiji.)
Title: Flower For Your Heart
Fandom: post FE10
Character/Pairing: Ulki/Leanne
A/N: Kink meme, a request for Ulki in any manner. Title from a Mandalez song. Oddly enough, this made me crave Lehran/LeanneSkanky Herons indeed
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His king had charged him to be her guard, and it was a task that Ulki intended to uphold even if it lead him to his death. While the world was etched in peacefulness, his king pointed out that there were still dangers for the fragile Heron princess, most of them coming from Kilvas. Janaff usually watched her during the morning hours, for while Janaff’s eyes would be near useless unless it was at least full moon, while Ulki could still discern the sound of raven wings in the darkest nights.
She had requested to visit the far meadows where the wildflowers bloomed., near to Lehran’s residence, at the outskirts of the Serenes. King Tibarn had granted that request, but only with someone to guard her. Janaff was otherwise occupied under the king’s command, thus Ulki was granted the task of her safety.
Ulki watched from the edge of trees as she frolicked and twirled. She had been caught up in stuffy meetings for the past three weeks, diplomatic affairs where she had been perfectly controlled (save for a few bouts of mischievousness) Far from the public eye, she seemed to revert to the younger, happier times that had been stolen from her. She was regaining her childhood, piece by piece.
She hummed to herself as she gathered flowers, reddish hues, periwinkles, yellows and orange. She sang some long forgotten hymn in the Heron language. The sound of her voice was like soft feathers against his skin, like a summer breeze.
“Flower,” she said. “For...you...”
He tried to remember Heron words – it’d been so long since Reyson that his memory had grown fuzzy. “Thank you,” he said finally.
She giggled. The look on her face was anything but innocent. He wasn’t prepared for the embrace that followed or just how soft she would feel against him. She smelled of the flowers she had been immersed in, along with that subtle, clean Heron scent he had grown accustomed to in his term guarding Reyson. Hers scent was sweeter, somehow. He was painfully aware of how beautiful she was, at that moment, golden sun glinting in her flaxen hair.. Ulki focused on thoughts of his king’s wrath. He thought of of talons ripping into soft flesh, of a screech and a scream, a death cry– His king was perhaps the best chastity device ever invented.
She made a sound, something between a trill and a purr that needed no translation. It was a universal mating call, and the only difference was the inflections of her Heron accent.
“Princess Leanne,” he said. “King Tibarn won’t think such jokes are funny.”
“Then... marry me,” she huffed.
Ulki couldn’t help but wonder whose wrath would be worse to endure, his king’s or hers..
Title: cloud white
Fandom: FE9
Character/Pairing: Light sorta Ulki/Rhys
A/N: kink meme, Same Ulki anything request. Based on their supports, yes Rhys really does fangirl Ulki. Read em if you don't believe me.
--
The beorc priest comes to daily. He comes with flushed cheeks and a giddiness that borders on sickness, he is always so very happy that Ulki feels his bones changing and rearranging before common sense can bring a rebuttal. His transformation is his affirmation of the sickly beorc’s request. The becorc clings tight to him when in the air, he buries his face against the soft feathers there and nuzzles deep like a child.
In truth, the beorc is very childish with his whims, his giddiness. Ulki has spied this beorc around others while on watch and knows that this reaction is solely to himself. Among others the sickly beorc is calm, showing none of the joyfulness he does when in the sky. The feeling this knowledge brings is unsettling, to say the least.
Cutting through wind shears the beorc laughs like the world is ending. Every day Ulki indulges
him until his wings are too tired to move. This beorc’s disappointment and happiness affects him more than Ulki would like to admit. Even as this person is simply a beorc, a weak one at that, Ulki can’t deny a certain aspect, a certain caring. He watches impassive, as the sickly beorc leaves silhouetted in twilight. He knows tomorrow he will take the field and guard this frail one, and perhaps make the extra rounds to check his tent at night during their watch.
Janaff smirks at him constantly now, a sort of I know what you’re up to grin that Janaff is so good at. Ulki brushes him off in that same detached quiet that he always has been.
He might not be in denial, but this lack of denial doesn’t mean admittance, whether to himself, his compatriots and king or the fragile beorc himself. Just because he shows such indulgence to some mere beorc means little, nor the daily guarding and guiding that comes with such things.
Still, even Ulki admits a certain fondness for that beorc’s smile. Such a bright, warm expression when he clasps his hands and seems to emanate joy for the sheer joy of getting to feel the air.
No matter what misgivings, the resigned sort of distrust and distance, even beyond spaces and oddities, he will look forward to tomorrow and seeing that smile again.
Huuuh, I'm failing lately. I need to get back to writing Christmas stuffs again, plus a few challenges. Is the month really half over? I hope to finish up some for the GS kinkmeme and ToS kinkmeme while I'm at it.
SO I ASK YOUR HELP, FLIST. Whether pitching in to simply post a request or helping me with older unfilled requests or whatnot. This kink meme is pretty good about pornless stuff, dude there's gen requests so that "but I can't write porn!!11" excuse does not apply.
Also, I help ensure this kink meme is the cleanest kink meme ever to exist. (Yes, porn muse still in Fiji.)
Title: Flower For Your Heart
Fandom: post FE10
Character/Pairing: Ulki/Leanne
A/N: Kink meme, a request for Ulki in any manner. Title from a Mandalez song. Oddly enough, this made me crave Lehran/Leanne
--
His king had charged him to be her guard, and it was a task that Ulki intended to uphold even if it lead him to his death. While the world was etched in peacefulness, his king pointed out that there were still dangers for the fragile Heron princess, most of them coming from Kilvas. Janaff usually watched her during the morning hours, for while Janaff’s eyes would be near useless unless it was at least full moon, while Ulki could still discern the sound of raven wings in the darkest nights.
She had requested to visit the far meadows where the wildflowers bloomed., near to Lehran’s residence, at the outskirts of the Serenes. King Tibarn had granted that request, but only with someone to guard her. Janaff was otherwise occupied under the king’s command, thus Ulki was granted the task of her safety.
Ulki watched from the edge of trees as she frolicked and twirled. She had been caught up in stuffy meetings for the past three weeks, diplomatic affairs where she had been perfectly controlled (save for a few bouts of mischievousness) Far from the public eye, she seemed to revert to the younger, happier times that had been stolen from her. She was regaining her childhood, piece by piece.
She hummed to herself as she gathered flowers, reddish hues, periwinkles, yellows and orange. She sang some long forgotten hymn in the Heron language. The sound of her voice was like soft feathers against his skin, like a summer breeze.
“Flower,” she said. “For...you...”
He tried to remember Heron words – it’d been so long since Reyson that his memory had grown fuzzy. “Thank you,” he said finally.
She giggled. The look on her face was anything but innocent. He wasn’t prepared for the embrace that followed or just how soft she would feel against him. She smelled of the flowers she had been immersed in, along with that subtle, clean Heron scent he had grown accustomed to in his term guarding Reyson. Hers scent was sweeter, somehow. He was painfully aware of how beautiful she was, at that moment, golden sun glinting in her flaxen hair.. Ulki focused on thoughts of his king’s wrath. He thought of of talons ripping into soft flesh, of a screech and a scream, a death cry– His king was perhaps the best chastity device ever invented.
She made a sound, something between a trill and a purr that needed no translation. It was a universal mating call, and the only difference was the inflections of her Heron accent.
“Princess Leanne,” he said. “King Tibarn won’t think such jokes are funny.”
“Then... marry me,” she huffed.
Ulki couldn’t help but wonder whose wrath would be worse to endure, his king’s or hers..
Title: cloud white
Fandom: FE9
Character/Pairing: Light sorta Ulki/Rhys
A/N: kink meme, Same Ulki anything request. Based on their supports, yes Rhys really does fangirl Ulki. Read em if you don't believe me.
--
The beorc priest comes to daily. He comes with flushed cheeks and a giddiness that borders on sickness, he is always so very happy that Ulki feels his bones changing and rearranging before common sense can bring a rebuttal. His transformation is his affirmation of the sickly beorc’s request. The becorc clings tight to him when in the air, he buries his face against the soft feathers there and nuzzles deep like a child.
In truth, the beorc is very childish with his whims, his giddiness. Ulki has spied this beorc around others while on watch and knows that this reaction is solely to himself. Among others the sickly beorc is calm, showing none of the joyfulness he does when in the sky. The feeling this knowledge brings is unsettling, to say the least.
Cutting through wind shears the beorc laughs like the world is ending. Every day Ulki indulges
him until his wings are too tired to move. This beorc’s disappointment and happiness affects him more than Ulki would like to admit. Even as this person is simply a beorc, a weak one at that, Ulki can’t deny a certain aspect, a certain caring. He watches impassive, as the sickly beorc leaves silhouetted in twilight. He knows tomorrow he will take the field and guard this frail one, and perhaps make the extra rounds to check his tent at night during their watch.
Janaff smirks at him constantly now, a sort of I know what you’re up to grin that Janaff is so good at. Ulki brushes him off in that same detached quiet that he always has been.
He might not be in denial, but this lack of denial doesn’t mean admittance, whether to himself, his compatriots and king or the fragile beorc himself. Just because he shows such indulgence to some mere beorc means little, nor the daily guarding and guiding that comes with such things.
Still, even Ulki admits a certain fondness for that beorc’s smile. Such a bright, warm expression when he clasps his hands and seems to emanate joy for the sheer joy of getting to feel the air.
No matter what misgivings, the resigned sort of distrust and distance, even beyond spaces and oddities, he will look forward to tomorrow and seeing that smile again.
Huuuh, I'm failing lately. I need to get back to writing Christmas stuffs again, plus a few challenges. Is the month really half over? I hope to finish up some for the GS kinkmeme and ToS kinkmeme while I'm at it.
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Date: 2008-12-15 11:42 pm (UTC)...Except the annoying ones.
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Date: 2008-12-15 11:51 pm (UTC)Just avoid Danbooru and most of the boards on 4chan and odd searches/image searches and you should be ok. Oh yeah, and urbandictionary and encyclopediadramatic and most sections of aff.net. Although, if you must visit 4chan, /c/ and /cm/ (cute and cute male) are usually pretty without going into non-worksafe territory. Most fic isn't going to be that hardcore, so if you don't actually go looking for it, you can avoid the darker alleys of the intraweb.