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When Wufei woke the next morning, the rain had disappeared as though it had never been. A slice of brilliant blue sky peeked through the tiny window above his desk and sunlight poured onto his bed. Read the rest of this entry »
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Author’s Note: I started writing this last month, hoping to finish it in time for May 13th (13×6x5 day) but the damned thing got so long that I just couldn’t finish it in time. It’s supposed to be a oneshot but because this part is already pretty long I decided to break the entire thing into two parts. These are my three favorite GW guys so this is a total piece of indulgence. I hope you enjoy my silliness.
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Quatre slowly released him, and Trowa watched as he moved to the bed and turned back the covers. No expensive silk, just sunny cotton and daisy-printed pillowcases as sweet and unpretentious as the tiny blond who slept on them. Read the rest of this entry »
“Thanks Heero,” Quatre smiled brightly at the man behind the counter. The aproned store owner grunted and nodded towards the long-haired youth lounging against some unpacked crates of Coca Cola.
“Maxwell,” Heero called sternly, “help Mr. Winner with his bags.” Read the rest of this entry »
Arabian Nights
by Michalyn
Rating: MA
Quatre awoke surrounded by a delicious warmth. He sighed contentedly, burrowing deeper into the cocoon of warmth. Read the rest of this entry »
Quatre sat comfortably swathed in the soft folds of the blanket … and in the savory aroma of spices. The small blond chatted animatedly while he ate, one hand holding the edges of the blanket together; in the other he deftly wielded the silver fork, savoring the rich flavor of the meal. Read the rest of this entry »
When it Rains
by Michalyn
Rating: MA
The air was crisp and sharp with the metallic scent of imminent rain. Blades of grass undulated, glinting silver-green under the mottled gray of the heavens, and the fey murmuring of the wind as it frolicked through the trees was punctuated by the ominous rumbling of the pregnant skies. Read the rest of this entry »
Notes: This is basically a song fic inspired by the (translated) lyrics to Stellar Soldiers. It happens exactly after ?Aestheticism? but it can stand on its own as well I guess.
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Thoughts that I would not put into words,
Shall I tell the stars that are fading out?
I would go my way that I believed all alone.
It is not as simple as what we call “dreams”
I would not regret even if I lose my life.
Treize awoke as the first pale fingers of dawn were reaching across the sky. The last of the embers in the grate had burned down to a fine gray ash, and a slight chill found its way into the blue silk robe he wore. One arm dangled limply over the arm of the chair he had fallen asleep in. Read the rest of this entry »
Stepping through the large french doors, which opened from the balcony onto the private suite of Treize Khushrenada, Wufei’s eyes had little difficulty adjusting to the change in lighting. The room was dimly but warmly lit, the fire in the brazier casting a soft, seductive glow. Read the rest of this entry »
Wufei could not help smiling as he pushed open the front door. He had just snatched up the last two tickets to the ice show and was feeling rather pleased with himself. Already, he could imagine Yi Jie’s excited face as he told her about the acrobatic performers, the lights and the glittering costumes. Read the rest of this entry »
Notes: 1. Qipao: The qipao , qipaor, or ch’i-p’ao, also known as the cheongsam or mandarin gown, is a body-hugging dress for women in China originating from the Manchus, modernized and improved in Shanghai. The English loanword cheongsam, which comes from Cantonese, is used for the garment when worn by either men or women. The word qipao refers only to a woman’s clothes. (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Qipao)
Wufei looked at his watch. Striding to the closet, he shrugged into his coat and pulled on a scarf. The weather had finally become chill.
“Yi Jie?” he called up the stairs. “Yi Jie, if we don’t hurry we’ll miss the movie.” Wufei waited, frowning when no response was forthcoming. He moved to the foot of the stairs. Read the rest of this entry »
Baba, can Marie come with us to the aquarium on Saturday?”
“What’s that?” Wufei asked, reaching for another shirt. He and Yi Jie were in the living room folding laundry. The clothes were hot out of the dryer and the sweetness of fabric softener rose up as Wufei shook out a yellow tee shirt of Yi Jie’s and began folding it into a neat square. Read the rest of this entry »
Mr. Khushrenada took Wufei’s hand in his firm grip. “A pleasure. Please call me Treize.” Read the rest of this entry »
Notes:
“Baba” is the Chinese equivalent of “Papa” and is a fond, affectionate name. (Thank you, Susan-chan for providing this info!)
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Wufei lifted the cover of the bamboo steamer and removed the trout. Sampling it, he nodded in approval. The flesh was soft and flaky and succulent with the melded flavors of the ginger and rice wine he had added. While he waited for the vegetable oil to heat up, Wufei sprinkled scallions over the fish and moved to set the table. Read the rest of this entry »
Milliardo cursed as his umbrella snapped inside out. Hunching against the wind, he tossed the umbrella, now mangled into a travesty of cloth and broken spines into a nearby trash can. Read the rest of this entry »
“Here, have some tea.” Milliardo offered Heero a mug and waited as the younger man downed the hot mixture. “Do you think you might talk about it, now?”
Heero, who seemed to have come back to himself and taken the full measure of his surroundings frowned but did not speak. Read the rest of this entry »
Notes: / … / indicates dream/flashback
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Heero moaned, clutching his pillow. /”What do you think you’re doing?”/
“Heero…”
/”I … miss … Mama–”/ Read the rest of this entry »
Heero gripped the pricing gun. His heart was pounding again and he wanted to escape. What was he doing here? Milliardo’s expression as he stared was inscrutible and Heero wished with everything in him they had never met. Read the rest of this entry »
Milliardo toed off his shoes and dropped his keys on the table. Rifling through his mail, he found a bunch of coupons, two bills and a picture from Relena, with a note attached. The photograph was of a recent trip to Cancun and in it Relena was all smiles. Read the rest of this entry »
Winston Street was in fact a tiny cobbled avenue about a block from the main campus. It was a favorite hang-out for the university crowd, who loved the vintage shops, used book stores and of course, cafes, lining its pavements. Read the rest of this entry »
Milliardo squinted against the sunlight. “Come on Treize; don’t tell me you can’t wait a few minutes.”
“Mil, Wufei has been waiting for the past fifteen minutes in Westwit Hall. I’m already more than late!”
“What’s the big hurry to get home all of a sudden? The two of you usually leave at three o’ clock anyway.” Milliardo frowned. “Don’t tell me you’re blowing off our Wednesday afternoon coffee — again.” Read the rest of this entry »
Heero bolted awake — panting. He clutched at his sheets, trying to make sense of the darkness around him. Yes … the vague lump in the corner was really his green armchair, and not the half-crouching figure it looked to be … and those glowing slits near the foot of his bed were not monstrous eyes but the reflectors on his worn sneakers… Trembling, he listened and knew the wailing on the roof was not a voice from his past, and that the insistent bang, bang bang echoing in the silence was not a gun, but the autumn wind clattering against the shutters. Read the rest of this entry »
Heero rubbed the soft strands of Duo’s hair between his fingers. His lover was asleep and in a rare moment of vulnerability, he appeared completely relaxed. Duo’s hair was tangled about him and Heero brushed the silky lock draped over the other man’s hip. It slipped away to reveal a pale scar, one of many on Duo’s leanly muscled body. He had as many as Heero did and Heero thought them beautiful silent testaments to his lover’s resilience and strength. Read the rest of this entry »
Wufei stumbled and Duo rushed to his side. “Prince Wufei? Are you okay? What the fuck was that?”
Wufei rubbed his eyes, shielding them from the piercing sun. His head was pounding and he felt like he had just been pummeled by a ton of bricks. What the devil just happened? Wufei frowned, struggling to remember.
Treize heard Wufei’s cry and bolted down the hall. What could have happened? Treize banged on the door to his husband’s new room. “Wufei? Wufei, are you all right? Answer me!”
Wufei hurried toward the throne room, lips pressed tightly together. The news of King Mueller’s arrival had shocked him, but he quickly recovered, determined to face the situation with all of his skill. It did not need saying how delicate the ground they were walking on was. One misstep could break the tenuous peace Rossetti shared with the Northern Kingdom. Read the rest of this entry »
“I am Meiran Ron of the Dragon Clan. Are you related to us, too?”
Wufei shook his head. “No,” he said hoarsely.” I am a foreigner from Eires. Tell me, how is it you come to look as you do?” Without Wufei noticing it, his hands were shaking.
Wufei was frozen in place:
Afraid to think, afraid to move, afraid to do anything that might disrupt the delicate choreography that now kept his and Trey’s limbs entwined. Read the rest of this entry »
“Ho! Wait, wait … steady ‘er … steady ‘er… the other side …. Now you got it….”
The men jostled Trey’s trunks out of his chamber, their voices vibrating with raucous energy despite the strenuous job. They advanced with their burden and Trey winced as yet another chest banged against the door frame. The men swung round the corner and their voices faded, muffled now by the winding hall and the clatter of shoes on the stairs. Somewhere a door banged.
“Someone! Get a healer!” Trey stumbled into the kitchen. Balancing Wufei in his arms he thanked whatever gods were watching that he’d found it in time. More than once, he had lost his way in the maze of hedges and was forced to double back, every one of Wufei’s moans a grim reminder that each misstep came at a terrible cost. “Please, I need a healer!”
Cupping his goblet, Trey shifted restlessly against the wall. A massive chandelier loomed overhead, pinpoints of light swirling on the surface of his wine and glittering off the jeweled fingers and necks in the banquet hall. There was a constant flow of chatter from the guests and from the press of bodies, a rustling of crinoline and silk like the stirring of brittle leaves. Trey kept his eyes on the door, hoping for a glimpse a particular dark head. When Wufei did not appear, he merged into the seething mass, weaving past a gaggle of noblewomen on his way to the doors.
Glossary:
kala: lover/mate
kinah: life-force, essence, aura
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Rossetti’s arm was pressed hot against his side and Wufei wrenched free of it the moment they were outside and well beyond earshot. Something hard and bitter had crystallized in him over the past few days and Wufei embraced it now in his fury: Never again would he allow anyone to take from him what he was not willing to give.
“Easy, boy,” Trey tugged on Porphyro’s reins and the stallion shied, stirring up little whirls of dust. Trey clicked his heels, trying to move the stallion forward. It snorted, and tossed its head, prancing skittishly.
Heero, Rossetti’s young head of security appeared at Trey’s side. Grim-faced, Heero reined in his own horse, “Is something amiss?” Read the rest of this entry »
Glossary
Saturnum: male spinsterhood
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“Odd isn’t it, that Prince Wufei isn’t up already? It’s almost noon. He’s usually awake before the sun.”
“Mmm hmm. I thought it strange too. I suppose it has something to do with the news.” Read the rest of this entry »
Wufei rapped on his father’s door. As he waited to be admitted to King Zechs’ chambers, he stared at the door’s old, dark wood. There was a nick near the knob, and Wufei could not help smiling as he probed it with his fingertip. Tomorrow, he would be eighteen; yet, it seemed he had carved that little wound only a sunrise ago. Read the rest of this entry »
Prince Wufei was a very sensible young man. In fact, some would even say the most sensible young man in the Kingdom of Eires. He was noble, pious, punctual, unflinchingly dedicated to his duties as first ambassador and (despite a little admitted to weakness for chocolate) never succumbed to frivolity or excess. Read the rest of this entry »
