sharnii wrote:

I am absolutely desperate for anything with Juri/Shiori. I ship those two ridiculously hard but I'm finding it pretty hard to find a lot of stuff with them in. Help? Anyone?

Can't draw (for nuts) but lurve doing drabbles/amvs. Would you like one of either of them, Miss Bluesky?
If you want amv please help me out with songs/concepts for J/S you dig. And same with drabble - maybe a sentence/concept/genre you want.

YES YES YES
I'm sure anything you could manage would be lovely I do particularly like your AMVs though. As for songs, I'm a big fan of Vivica by Jack Off Jill (seriously, the lyrics could have been written for the whole Ruka/Shiori/Juri triangle), but not too fussed. Sadly my skillz only stretch to drabbles and whathaveyou, but I'm sure I could manage something in return. 
But like I said, anything you could do would be really nice.

Shinolala2 wrote:

oscarthewild wrote:

Miss Bluesky wrote:

Gotta be Touga.
Pregnant Akio is just a crime against humanity.

Well, not mpreg, as that's just so bizzare, but suppose in some alternate universe, the two adopted a kid. Alternate universe, that is, with alternate personalities, since Akio does not strike me as the family type. Neither does Touga, actually.

akio seems like the family type but he would probably try to screw the kid when it got older and touga he would be a more older brother than a mother/father figure. i could see saionji as a mother. hes a great cook from what i can tell.

Mm, true, but I can't still see him having kids. Hell, I don't even know if he has parents himself.

Heee. Saionji as a mother would be so cute.
...
Great. Now I have the mental image of Saionji as a girl.

hollow_rose wrote:

Miss Bluesky wrote:

Ta much :dance:XD
Back on topic: I am absolutely desperate for anything with Juri/Shiori. I ship those two ridiculously hard but I'm finding it pretty hard to find a lot of stuff with them in. Help? Anyone?

I will write up something on this after this week. Thesis is just kicking my ass this week... I've been needing to revise some fanfic so I need to get back into writing it!

Yay thanks muchly! Good luck with thesis.
Oscarthewild: jesus christ. That's one scary woman sadly I can only picture him as a cross-dresser.
And it is not pretty.

Weee! They're all so great, Shinolala!
Especially Nanami the Cow.

(request for Miss Blue Sky, Juri/Shiori. Please let me know if i need to move it to the adult section of the forum? I'm not sure if this is clean enough for here, but I wanted to keep it in the request thread if possible.)

Swordless

    Open my eyes. Damn. I have to keep them open, it’s the only way I can see that this isn’t me. Part of me is here. But this isn’t me. A shadow, a lie, I know it. I lie there, on the cold floor, silent, shallow breath. Still as a mummy, frozen and numb, wrapped in my unfulfilled wishes, sleeping in unfulfilled desires. Hollow.

    She is gone from me. She isn’t a part of me, not now. And yet, she that lies there, alone on the floor….? Or is it a bed that I am in, white sheets everywhere, but in the darkness, all the lights are out… is that me? The whole of my self, that lies there? The part she cannot touch, my inert body, so cold, cold as a corpse to her touch, deaf to her words, blind to her sweet face.

    All dark, here, and silence. I can’t see, I only hear light breathing, gentle and yet it pulls on me, as soft as whisper of satin against my cool skin.

    “Sh---Shiori?”

    “Shhhhhhh.”

    Does it matter….lost here with her does it matter if this is only a dream? It can’t be a dream, more than a dream. My fingers reach out tentatively, daring to touch her tousled hair. No it’s real, I watch, awestruck, her plum tresses falling through my hands. So soft, fine spun silk. I shift to look, so much is white here, her ivory skin framed in the paler sheets. Her face, heartshaped and delicate. Cautiously I trace her cheek with my fingertip, her skin yields slightly, surely this is real.

    “Shiori?” A smile touches her lips as she turns to me, opening her dark eyes that recede forever. My gaze drifts over her, I’m afraid to breathe for fear she’s some illusion, the wrong breathe and this will all dissolve into the darkness around us. Fingers gently trace across her flesh, no she seems very…solid…and yet her body yields to my slightest touch, like skimming across the surface of a pond, she doesn’t seem to resist me.

    Light, lilting laughter, her eyes squeeze shut a moment in mirth. “I’m here. Close your eyes. Don’t-“

    I draw my hand away from her, surely I wasn’t hurting her but perhaps I’m wrong. She didn’t want me to touch her, but then I didn’t think I wanted to, myself. But I feel something burning, embers brought to life with the heat of her breath, gently blowing across my cheek as she draws her face close to mine. She runs her fingers down the inside of my arm, I shiver, her nails barely touching the tender skin before she intertwines her fingers with mine, clasping my hand and drawing it to her chest…she’s so warm, as she lays against me, her heat thawing the ice in my own body.

    “Shhhhh.” My eyes hypnotized by her fingertip tracing my lips, her hand running down to rest on my chest. It feels….odd, with her hand resting there. Her fingers burn like a brand, just a second, and then she moves on and it doesn’t…hurt anymore. She seems so relaxed, her bare skin seductive against mine as she leans close. “Close your eyes, Juri.”

    No I want to see, I want to see her. I never have had this opportunity, and I never will again, I want my eyes to drink her in and have their fill because this is the only time I’m allowed this sight. Her free hand snakes across me, the rhythm of her breathing holds me entranced. Opening my eyes, I press my lips to hers, lightly, fully expecting her to disappear. But she doesn’t, daring I draw her closer, somehow awakening a need, the urgent pressure of her mouth against mine.

    Laughing, she disentangles her lips from mine and delicately cradles my head in her arm, nestling it gently against the white pillow. Pulling her arm away, she tangles her fingers in my hair, raking slowly through the curls…I watch the strands call from her fingers, she pulls through them again, clawing, more insistent.

“Let me.”

    “But—“ I want to know her, all of her, I want to touch her. Why does she lock my hands away, why does she deny me even the lightest caress.

    Again that laughter, as innocent as anything from our childhood, the sound nearly drowned by the pounding of blood in my ears.

    “Juri don’t you remember?” Whispers into my ear as her teeth trace a path up my neck.

    “I—“ I swallow on a parched throat. Images flood my mind, more than images, everything, her laughter, her fingers digging my skin, the scent of her scent blotting out reason and dignity, her gasps echoing in my ears. “Oh.”

    She laughs again, this time her breath tickling my heated cheeks. How could I forget what she shared, what we shared. I must’ve, or we must’ve drifted to sleep. She pulls the sheet that drapes my body aside, I shiver once violently as the cool air douses my scalding skin. Soon she blocks the air with her body.

    Her face, hovering over mine. “Juri….” Her hands trace me and I tense, muscles trembling at her slightest caress. Her lips delicately move across my face, finally hovering by my eyes. Reflexively I shut them….butterfly wings, her lips touch the lids. “Close your eyes, love.”

    Light slits through the mesh of my eyelashes. I need to open my….eyes…low gasping breath escapes my mouth past my trembling lips I can’t seem to refuse what she asks. Why should I? “Hai. Hai, Shiori.” . Once, twice, kissing my eyes, sealing them…darkness, warmth that completes me as her hands complete their course across my body returning to the cacoon of her embrace. In that darkness, release and the pounding of my heart rush me, the scent of her flooding any thought of light away, moaning yearning darkness finally sated. Panting I draw a shaky breath, tasting her sweat on my lips

…the light never gave me this.

Last edited by hollow_rose (02-09-2009 07:56:23 PM)

I request a beta who isn't afraid of AUs and reading over 10,000+ words. A witch in "real life" becoming Rose Bride to a "council" of psychic vampire Illuminati types and she gets hitched to a guy who's the most junior member who she refers to at first as "Laughing Man".

The funniest bit is a flamboyantly gay guy who knows of the novels/anime/movie/play and is in lust over Touga. Maybe he loves red heads or something...

hollow_rose wrote:

Awesome, fluffy-yet-sexy Shiori/Juri stuff

Wow. That's fantastic, thanks so much! The concept there was really smart, tentative!Juri is incredibly cute and touching, in a way. Gotta love Shiori as well, that's exactly the kind of reaction I could see from her in that situation. 1st person lends it a bit of immediacy that goes well it. Great idea, nicely written. Cheers indeed.
Now then, like I said, I'm sadly useless at most stuff but I could probably whip you up a drabble of some variety if you'd like? Do let us know.
Ta muchly

its good to start out with the short stuff and work your way to those novel sizes. but anywhom your welcome. okay i have a request for anyone.  a fanfic about wakaba and what happen when she went on the car ride with akio. i always wondered. know akio he probably f'd her. but if you think about it wakaba could be the pure mastermind behind everything. refer to wakaba... evil mastermind topic. but yeah that would be nice. much loves<3

much thanks.

so like yeah i need some art requests people im going insaine here! pwease someone.. anyone.. anything...

A request. I don't know, some sort of Akio/Makio crack fic or fan art.

Gio: Eh? Eh? emot-keke

I likee it.

And this was the best line in it: no doubt the hottest pickup line in Akio's arsenal of pickup lines:

“…then, we are related.”