Code Geass : Lelouch of the Rebellion Fanfic

A Suzalulu/ Euphie/Suza fanfic title:The Change

lelouchvibritt1 — Sat, 31 Aug 2013 16:45:22 GMT

A Suzalulu/ Euphie/Suza fanfic title:The Change

Title: The Change

Link: http://lelouchvibritt1.livejournal.com/

Fandom: A code Geass fanfiction ; couple pairings involved of course, read and you'll find out.

Rating: M

Summary:: ".How would Suzaku Kururugi change the government from within ?, by working at a top Britannian film production company owned by The Emperor himself of course…

Chains of Fantasia Chapter 11: Stand and Watch it Burn

fire_rose17 — Fri, 05 Jul 2013 21:36:13 GMT

Chains of Fantasia
Rating: M for future chapters.
Pairing: ZeroXSuzakuXLelouch (it will make sense when you read)
Summary: It is the mid nineteenth century. Suzaku works as a stage hand at the Avalon Opera when a mysterious figure sweeps him away in a swirl of wonder and music. Will Suzaku succumb to The Phantom of the Opera? (co-written with lawlip0p)
Link: "What raging fire shall flood the soul? What rich desire unlocks its door? What sweet seduction lies before us?"

So, this chapter marks the beginning of the Zero Requiem, and our first try at song writing. Hopefully we were relatively successful. Oh, and as for the reason I never posted chapter 10, it's up, I was just too lazy and didn't feel like making a LJ post.

Chains of Fantasia Chapter 9: Wandering Child

fire_rose17 — Sat, 05 Jan 2013 03:11:47 GMT

Chains of Fantasia
Rating: or future chapters.
Pairin ZeroXSuzakuXLelouch (it will make sense when you read)
Summar It is the mid nineteenth century. Suzaku works as a stage hand at the Avalon Opera when a mysterious figure sweeps him away in a swirl of wonder and music. Will Suzaku succumb to The Phantom of the Opera? (co-written with)
Link: idly, Suzaku's mind beat against Zero's words, but he could feel his soul obeying, his body surrendering to an irresistible compulsion.

Extra early update for the New Year! Hope you all had an excellent holiday! As always, all comments and fan art are appreciated (especially fan art, neith Law or I can draw, and this fic would make great fan art).

Chains of Fantasia Chapter 8: Twisted Every Way

fire_rose17 — Sat, 15 Dec 2012 16:57:16 GMT

Chains of Fantasia Chapter 7: Seething Shadows, Breathing Lies

fire_rose17 — Fri, 19 Oct 2012 19:22:11 GMT

Chains of Fantasia
Rating: M for future chapters.
Pairing: ZeroXSuzakuXLelouch (it will make sense when you read)
Summary: It is the mid nineteenth century. Suzaku works as a stage hand at the Avalon Opera when a mysterious figure sweeps him away in a swirl of wonder and music. Will Suzaku succumb to The Phantom of the Opera? (co-written with lawlip0p)
Link: He would make them curse the day they went against his wishes. For the secrets, the lies - for every betrayal, he would make them pay. All of them.

It was my turn to write the lemon this time, and all I have to say is: I am very, very sorry.

Awesome response for last chapter, guys! lawli and I love you all so much!

Splash III

jwhiteapple — Sun, 07 Oct 2012 17:39:20 GMT

Title: Splash

Pairing: SuzakuLelouch

Rated: M

Summary: Suzaku’s a merman! …with a history he’d rather not disclose. Lelouch is a runaway with no ambitions beyond his little corner bookstore—that, as much as he hates it, sells mostly tourism books and knickknacks made by the ‘natives’(a.k.a. ordered from Taiwan). So what happens when the bookstore owner finds the suspicious looking boy lying out on the beach with nothing on? How did same said boy (Suzaku) end up in Lelouch’s bathtub, with some rather odd new features(a tail)? …and then how did same apparently merman end up in Lelouch’s bed?

Warning: Sex! And lots of it! …who knew mermen had such sexual drive?

Disclaimer: Me no own this…no, I mean I own this—just not this. Oh, you know what I mean.

III. Rubber Ducky You're The One! You Make Bath Time So Much Fun!

Chains of Fantasia Chapter 6: Here Beside You

fire_rose17 — Fri, 14 Sep 2012 18:19:51 GMT

Chains of Fantasia
Rating: M for future chapters.
Pairing: ZeroXSuzakuXLelouch (it will make sense when you read)
Summary: It is the mid nineteenth century. Suzaku works as a stage hand at the Avalon Opera when a mysterious figure sweeps him away in a swirl of wonder and music. Will Suzaku succumb to The Phantom of the Opera? (co-written with lawlip0p)
Link: Suzaku found it amazing that after all he had done, the places he'd been and the people he'd spent time with, Clovis, in his bed, half naked, was the most shocking thing he had ever seen.

Have I mentioned how desperately we want fanart? Seriously, I would really appreciate it if any of you get the creative inclination. Send it our way!

Chains of Fantasia Chapter 5: No More Talk of Darkness

fire_rose17 — Fri, 03 Aug 2012 14:30:40 GMT

Chains of Fantasia
Rating: M for future chapters.
Pairing: ZeroXSuzakuXLelouch (it will make sense when you read)
Summary: It is the mid nineteenth century. Suzaku works as a stage hand at the Avalon Opera when a mysterious figure sweeps him away in a swirl of wonder and music. Will Suzaku succumb to The Phantom of the Opera?
Link: Suzaku could not deny there was a certain power to Zero's voice... It was almost impossible to refuse him, should he ask for anything: to stay a while longer, to dance with him...to follow him, always, to be his and his alone...

This chapter was a really tough one to write, so I hope you all like it and gift us with lots of reviews! Comments on my LJ page are also acceptable.

Two Gen Fics

crescenttwins — Thu, 02 Aug 2012 23:33:16 GMT

Title: Chains (to bind you and me)
Rating: PG-13/T
Pairing/Characters: Cornelia, Euphemia
Genre: Gen, Angst, Family
Summary: Cornelia is not a fairytale princess, and Euphemia is/was/could have been.(Highlight for spoilers)
Warnings: Dark themes, spoilers for Season 1

We all know how this story ends.

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Title: You're in my spot (to die)
Rating: PG-13/T
Pairing/Characters: Lelouch, Suzaku
Genre: Gen, Angst, AU, Friendship
Summary: Suzaku and Lelouch both contemplate suicide, but on the same roof. And Lelouch, while considering suicide an option, is not about to let someone else take his roof. (This is a lot more serious than it sounds.)
Warnings: Dark themes, discussion of suicide, character death

Creatively Named Link to Journal.

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First time posting to this comm, so please let me know if there are any issues with the post? Thank you.

Chains of Fantasia Chapter 4: Sweet Intoxication

fire_rose17 — Sat, 09 Jun 2012 01:43:52 GMT

Chains of Fantasia
Rating: M for future chapters.
Pairing: ZeroXSuzakuXLelouch (it will make sense when you read)
Summary: It is the mid nineteenth century. Suzaku works as a stage hand at the Avalon Opera when a mysterious figure sweeps him away in a swirl of wonder and music. Will Suzaku succumb to The Phantom of the Opera?
Link: "Humans are often blind to what is right in front of them."

Hey, if anyone wants to draw fanart for this fic, lawlip0p and I would be thrilled. We both lament our lack of drawing skills.

XI Part 7

fire_rose17 — Sat, 21 Apr 2012 20:24:42 GMT

I'm baack! I'm sorry this took so long, especially when I promised I would get the next update sooner. I got sidetracked by a wonderful Phantom of the Opera/Code Geass piece known as Chains of Fantasia. Blame lawlip0p! She was the one who got me into the collaboration in the first place!

By the way, this chapter is self editted because my beta is busy, so I'm sorry if it doesn't flow or anything like that.

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Suzaku woke up to an inexplicable combination of soft heat and hard floor. Groaning softly, he opened his eyes to another face, and for a moment he just stared in dumb, sleepy confusion. Then realization set in, and Suzaku wanted to wrench himself out of the prince’s grasp, horrified and more than a little frightened, but he forced himself to stay still in his master’s arms. This was where he had been placed, and this was where he would stay.

Last night was fuzzy, full of half remembered images he didn’t want to think about, and Suzaku wasn’t really sure which recollections were real and which were part of the nightmare.

But he remembered his master’s arms around him, his soft voice whispering words incomprehensible, but gentle and soothing. They had guided him from his horror world of memories, into a more peaceful sleep than Suzaku could remember having in years.

Suzaku was baffled. What could Lelouch possibly gain by comforting him, by holding him gently on the floor? He was an Eleven, a slave. It made no sense, Lelouch made no sense, and he hadn’t from day one. His actions contradicted all the social rules Suzaku had been taught to follow, everything his trainers had drilled into him, and all Suzaku could do was tiptoe around him, waiting for the other shoe to drop, for Lelouch to show his true nature. It had to happen eventually, it always did, and some part of Suzaku wished he would just give up the farce so he could understand again.

He looked at his master’s face, his beautiful face, innocent in sleep, arms still securely around Suzaku’s waist, tender, protective, and for the first time in a very long while, Suzaku felt as if he could to cry. Because it couldn’t be true, but oh how he wished it could be.

He watched Lelouch rouse slowly, his eyelids flickering partially open, catching Suzaku’s face, and he smiled. A sweet, warm smile that put a wrench in Suzaku’s stomach, and he just wanted to scream at him to stop this torture. Because he had learned to live without warmth, without kindness, and one simple smile was threatening to tear down the walls he had so painstakingly built between himself and his harsh world.

You already own my body. I refuse to give my soul.

“Good morning,” Lelouch murmured. “Are you feeling better now?”

“I’m sorry if I disturbed your rest, Master,” Suzaku said quietly.

Lelouch shook his head. “No one should suffer alone when they’re tormented by such nightmares.”

Suzaku scrutinized the prince’s face. As far as he could tell, Lelouch was being sincere, but he had never been any good at divining deception.

“I don’t suppose you’ll tell me what they were about?” Lelouch asked.

Suzaku stared at him, his eyes wide with horror at the very idea, and Lelouch softly shook his head.

“I thought not. Very well, I won’t pry into something that is none of my business,” Lelouch answered with a sigh, gently disentangling his grip from Suzaku’s waist. “I suppose it’s time to get up. Face the day, right?”

Suzaku took this to mean that he was dismissed to start his daily duties, and scrambled upright. He dressed quickly, his fingers fumbling on the buttons of his vest in his haste to depart. Being here was dangerous. Lelouch was dangerous.

But out of the corner of his eye, he caught the faint darkening around Lelouch’s white neck, the purple beginnings of a bruise.

“Suzaku! S-stop…please! You’re…k-killing…me!”

Suzaku’s hand reached out without his conscious control, tracing the wound. “I did that, didn’t I?”

Lelouch averted his eyes, and Suzaku had his answer.

Suzaku took a step backwards. “I-I’m sorry!”

Panic coursed through Suzaku, thoughts racing. He had tried to choke his master! Surely now Lelouch realized he had made a mistake in his purchase. He would send him back to the slave traders, to Bradley. And his training would begin anew to pound out his cursed rebellion, that is if he wasn’t disposed of, for who would want a defective pet? Suzaku wasn’t even sure which fate was worse.

“Please, Master!” Suzaku begged. “Forgive me! Don’t send me away! I can’t go back there, I can’t!”

Lelouch looked up in surprise, quickly putting a placating hand on the frightened slave’s shoulder. “Suzaku, calm yourself. It’s okay. Really it’s my own fault for trying to wake someone in such a state. No one’s going to send you away.”

And Lelouch meant that. He would never send Suzaku back to that man, even though deep down he knew that he had good cause to do so. But Lelouch couldn’t believe that Suzaku meant him any harm, despite his actions. Not when he looked at him with such terrified, haunted eyes.

“I’m sorry,” Suzaku whispered.

“I know, and I forgive you. Look, I’m just bruised, see? I’m fine.”

But it could have been more, it could have gone much further than a mere bruise, and they both knew it. The fact that Lelouch was willing to overlook that, without punishment or the slightest hint of anger, even saying that he himself was to blame…it was yet another thing about Lelouch vi Britannia that Suzaku simply couldn’t explain.

Eventually, after making sure Suzaku had regained his composure, Lelouch went down to breakfast. Suzaku stayed in the room, on the weak pretense that he was tidying up, but he couldn’t focus, his mind replaying what he remembered from last night over and over. He tried to rationalize Lelouch’s behavior, tried to put it in some kind of sense, and ultimately failing because there wasn’t any.

The knot in Suzaku’s stomach grew ever larger with the memory of Lelouch’s touch, his smile, his voice. And Suzaku was utterly terrified; for in the back of his mind, he knew he was approaching something dangerously close to hope.

o0o

Suzaku didn’t make sense. Lelouch was trying to be patient and gentle, but the kinder he was, the more Suzaku seemed to close himself off. His behavior was illogical.

Then again, so was Lelouch’s. He couldn’t explain why it mattered to him that the slave felt comfortable around him. There was nothing wrong with showing Suzaku courtesy, but at the end of the day his feelings were unimportant. He was property, nothing more.

But property couldn't tremble with the horror of unspeakable nightmares, wasn’t warm with body heat as it rested in his arms, couldn’t look up at his with eyes wide and desperate, begging not to be thrown away.

“I can’t go back there, I can’t!”

What had those slavers done to the boy? He couldn’t forget the mad look in Bradley’s eyes as he ran electricity through Suzaku’s body, dismissing his pain and claiming he could take even more.

Lelouch wasn’t a fool, he knew that being a slave was far from pleasant, but the knowledge had always been distant, so far removed from his life it had hardly mattered. But Suzaku was there, right in front of him; his suffering was real, and the question ran through Lelouch's mind over and over: What did the slave dream about at night?

“What are you thinking about, Lelouch?” Schneizel asked as he calmly buttered his toast. “Usually you reserve such serious expressions to chess.”

Lelouch smiled and shook his head. “It’s nothing.”

“Is it about that lovely young slave of yours?”

Lelouch started, and Schneizel smiled. “I do hope that issue with Nunnally was sorted out.”

“It was merely a misunderstanding,” Lelouch assured his brother. “Nunnally invited him in.”

“That’s good. I would hate for you to have to dispose of a slave before getting the chance to truly use him,” Schneizel replied, lips curling suggestively.

Lelouch flushed. “I have no intention of using Suzaku for such a vulgar purpose!”

Schneizel raised an eyebrow. “Suzaku? That’s very pretty. Where did you come up with such a name, Lelouch?”

“I…I saw it in a book,” Lelouch said, wincing at such an obvious lie. He still remembered his conversation to Suzaku about names, and while he was certain there would be no harm in telling Schneizel the name's true origin, it felt too private somehow.

Schneizel chuckled. “Yes, the name comes from Zhuque. He was a great firebird of Chinese legend. How fitting for the little phoenix. It is a shame that you don’t intend to use him to his full potential. Perhaps then, I could ask to borrow him for my own purposes?”

“Schneizel—“ Lelouch growled warningly.

Schneizel held up a hand. “Peace, Lulu. I don’t mean anything like that. A business acquaintance of mine wishes to acquire his services. Apparently he feels the boy could be vital to his research.”

Lelouch frowned suspiciously.

“Come now, Lelouch, it’s not as if he is doing anything useful around here. If you’re so concerned, you can come and keep an eye on him. It would do you good to get out of the house, anyway.”

Lelouch let out a small, reluctant sigh. “Fine.”

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I've learned my lesson. I make no promises when the next part will be up because there's no way of knowing. I really am obsessed with Chains of Fantasia, but work is currently on a standstill until a certain someone (you know who you are) finishes a certain scene.
No pressure.

Comments please?

Chains of Fantasia Chapter 3: The Voice Which Calls to Me

fire_rose17 — Sat, 14 Apr 2012 03:02:00 GMT

Drabble: Land of Immortal Sunlight

impa — Tue, 27 Mar 2012 22:50:28 GMT

Title: Land of Immortal Sunlight
Rating: K
Pairing: None
Word Count: 100
Summary: Dreams sometimes carry heavy prices.
Notes: From the 100wordstories prompt, "a dream".
Warnings: Spoilers for R2. It is written a little oddly.

He dreams only of peace.

Chains of Fantasia Chapter 2: How Young and Innocent We Were

fire_rose17 — Sat, 10 Mar 2012 03:51:44 GMT

Chains of Fantasia: Who is this Angel?

fire_rose17 — Fri, 17 Feb 2012 23:34:46 GMT

New multific cowritten with lawlip0p! It started out as a Phantom of the Opera/Code Geass rp, and then it kind of...mutated...

Chains of Fantasia
Rating: M for future chapters.
Pairing: ZeroXSuzakuXLelouch (it will make sense when you read)
Summary: It is the mid nineteenth century. Suzaku works as a stage hand at the Avalon Opera when a mysterious figure sweeps him away in a swirl of wonder and music. Will Suzaku succumb to The Phantom of the Opera?
Link: "If you're absolutely determined to jump to your death, I would be much obliged if you waited another half hour."

Splash! II [Fanfic] (Code Geass, Suzalulu)

jwhiteapple — Sat, 17 Dec 2011 20:17:40 GMT

Title: Splash
Pairing: SuzakuLelouch
Rated: M
Summary: Suzaku’s a merman! …with a history he’d rather not disclose. Lelouch is a runaway with no ambitions beyond his little corner bookstore—that, as much as he hates it, sells mostly tourism books and knickknacks made by the ‘natives’(a.k.a. ordered from Taiwan). So what happens when the bookstore owner finds the suspicious looking boy lying out on the beach with nothing on? How did same said boy (Suzaku) end up in Lelouch’s bathtub, with some rather odd new features(a tail)? …and then how did same apparently merman end up in Lelouch’s bed?
Warning: Sex! And lots of it! …who knew mermen had such sexual drive?
Disclaimer: Me no own this…no, I mean I own this—just not this. Oh, you know what I mean.

II. Don't Rock the Boat or Bring Knives to School

The Sword and Shield Series

eachainn — Tue, 22 Nov 2011 01:24:58 GMT

Title: Back to the Start
Rating: All Ages
Pairing/Characters: Suzaku, Lloyd, Cecile
Summary: AU. There were probably a thousand more reasons why she wanted to help this boy, but the most pressing one was because he was abandoned and alone, and she knew how that felt.

Read at: FF.net or AO3

Title: My Mirror, Sword and Shield
Rating: NC-17
Pairing/Characters: Suzaku/Lelouch, Euphemia/OC, subtle Schneizel/Kanon
Summary: AU. Suzaku always knew that Lloyd was eccentric, but he never expected Lloyd to build a time machine, let alone one that worked. Nor did he expect to be transported eighteen years into the past and meet the infamous Demon King. Based on Back to the Future.
Warnings: character deaths, explicit sex, graphic violence

Read at: FF.net or AO3

Title: Never Meant You Harm
Rating: All Ages
Pairing/Characters: Suzaku/Lelouch, Kallen/Gino
Summary: AU. Nineteen years after her brother's death, Nunnally gets a shocking surprise.

Read at: FF.net or AO3

XI Part VI

fire_rose17 — Sat, 08 Oct 2011 03:15:22 GMT

I know, you've long been waiting for this day, praying to the fanfiction gods daily that I would finally get a burst of inspiration and post the next part of XI.

...Or maybe not. I don't know what goes through your minds, and considering the conversations I've had with some of you, I don't think I want to.

Anyway, as you all may or may not know, yesterday was my birthday. I won't disclose my exact age, but I will tell you it's a big year for me. So, in celebration, I am posting, although a day late. So here it is. Sorry you had to wait so long, Francesca Orsetti. I'm just sorry it isn't longer. It kind of scares me that I still only have a vague idea of my plot.

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Nunnally wasn’t speaking to Lelouch. Ever since the incident in her room, she refused to even turn her head in his direction. He visited constantly, offered presents and repeated apologies, but the only time she had acknowledged his presence in the past two weeks was to state that she would forgive him when Suzaku did.

In a way, Lelouch couldn’t blame her for being upset. It didn't matter that Suzaku was a slave. Lelouch had crossed a line and he knew it. He had never hit anyone in his life, but in that moment, rage had run hot in his blood, and Lelouch knew with terrifying certainty that he would have done it.

And so had Suzaku. Lelouch had seen it in his eyes; bent low in submission as he begged for forgiveness. There had been fear there, but also resignation, as this had always been the expected, ultimately inevitable outcome. Those eyes kept coming back to Lelouch, and every time his stomach twisted with guilt, guilt, guilt.

Since then, Suzaku had completely closed himself off. Lelouch had thought he was reserved before, but there had still been a bit of light left in him, that pride that had attracted Lelouch in the first place. Now he was empty and timid, head always down, and never looking Lelouch in the eye.

Nunnally was right. He had to fix this. Because human beings were not meant to be empty headed dolls, and they shouldn’t act as such.

The problem was how to repair the situation. Suzaku didn’t exactly invite conversation. At this point, Suzaku’s sole method of communication was nodding his head, and Lelouch barely saw him most of the time. He would give Suzaku orders and the slave would disappear. Later, Lelouch would find his room clean and clothes washed, but it was as if it all appeared by magic, Suzaku skirting by him without ever making himself known. And the few times they did see each other, usually in the morning and right before bed, the awkwardness between them was a palpable force that choked all words from Lelouch’s throat. At least that was how the prince felt. It was hard to tell if Suzaku felt that tension, or anything at all. It was as if he was a clockwork toy that Lelouch had to wind in order for Suzaku carry out a mechanical parody of life. Emotions were merely unnecessary functions that used too much energy to maintain.

Lelouch had never found reading someone so difficult before. Usually people’s thoughts were easily interpreted, as simple and predictable as a child's story, but Suzaku was different. Thus far Lelouch had only been capable of gleaning little things, such as how Suzaku moved with graceful efficiency, never wasting a step, and arranged Lelouch’s clothes in tight, neat folds and military corners. It was as if he had locked his entire personality in a steel vault and buried it under twenty feet of concrete.

Nevertheless, Lelouch tried. He was finally reduced to his last resort, cornering Suzaku and forcing him to have a conversation. Which probably wasn’t the best way to execute an apology, but he was running out of options.

Suzaku stood there silently, obviously a bit confused as to why the door was blocked, but not questioning his master’s reasoning.

“Look, I’m sorry,” Lelouch said, color highlighting his cheeks (because apologies were hard, and he wasn’t used to them. Royalty didn’t usually apologize.)

Suzaku tilted his head quizzically and nodded once. Clearly he had no idea what Lelouch was talking about, but was going along with it anyway.

Great, he would have to elaborate. “In Nunnally’s room,” Lelouch began (Suzaku’s eyes widened. It was the most expression he had seen on his face in weeks), “I…overreacted, so…I’m sorry.”

Suzaku blinked. “Why?” The question escaped him before he could reel it in, because he couldn’t imagine Lelouch having to apologize for anything.

Lelouch looked baffled. “Why?” Shouldn’t that go without saying?

But Suzaku seemed to take that tone as a demand to answer the question, so he did. “I belong to you, Master. I exist to do your bidding. If you choose to hit me, it’s your right to do so. Apologies are unnecessary.” And again, he had to wonder what that boy was playing at, because shouldn’t this be common knowledge? Apologizing to a slave? It was like apologizing to a sofa for sitting on it. That was what it was there for.

“But that’s…” Lelouch fumbled. Suzaku was right. He had been taught that all his life, not in those exact words of course, but more or less the same idea. However, in Suzaku’s flat toned, matter of fact delivery, justifying Lelouch’s right to strike him for no reason other than a technicality of birth, it seemed so...wrong.

“That’s the way the world works, Master.” Suzaku said, smile small and surprisingly bitter. And then he brushed past Lelouch without another word.

oOo

Lelouch was a restless sleeper. His mind was always working, always full of ideas and plans, and often it was difficult for him to wind down enough to sleep at night. Usually he would end up lying in bed for at least an hour before he managed to doze off. To make matters worse, he could be roused by the smallest of noises, making an eight hour sleep a pipe dream at best. Every footstep in the hall, every faint voice from far off rooms…and every whimper emitted from his roommate.

It had started out so small Lelouch wasn’t able to fathom what had woken him. But then he heard it again and again, ranging from anguished moans to tiny screams set to a symphony of couch springs.

It was the most horrifying thing Lelouch had ever heard, and this was merely the background noise. He couldn’t imagine what was going on in Suzaku’s head that could induce such torment. So he found himself climbing out of bed and making his way towards Suzaku’s side of the room, because if he couldn’t understand it, he could at the very least make it stop.

The Japanese turned Eleven made a tragic picture, face twisted in simulated horrors, body soaked in sweat and sheets twisted around him in a death grip. And as Lelouch came closer, Suzaku’s mumblings transformed into words.

“Blood…dead, everyone’s dead. My fault…my fault,” Suzaku whimpered, voice pained and whisper soft. “No! Nonononono! I don’t…I don’t want…please. Please stop. Stop it!”

Lelouch, eyes wide, reached out and gave Suzaku’s shoulder a light shake. “Suza—”

It was the worst thing he could have done. A single touch was all it took for Suzaku’s eyes to snap open, his arm shooting out and pinning Lelouch to the floor, fingers at his throat.

Suzaku gazed into Lelouch’s face, his eyes huge and unseeing, and pressed down into the smooth, white neck.

In a panic, Lelouch pried at the slave’s fingers, but they wouldn’t budge. The pressure was only slightly uncomfortable, but he could feel the strength in Suzaku’s hands, capable of crushing Lelouch’s windpipe if he was so inclined.

“Suzaku,” Lelouch cried. “Stop!”

But he wouldn’t stop, because it wasn’t Lelouch that he was seeing. His face was too vacant, eyes still glazed over, deep in the throes of rage and terror. No, he didn't see Lelouch. What he saw was he face of the enemy.

Although, Lelouch thought wryly, perhaps to him they were one in the same.

Changing tactics, Lelouch forced himself to relax his grip. “Suzaku, calm down. Please. You’re safe here.” Being forceful wouldn't get him anywhere. Better to speak softly, make him see there was nothing to fear, and gently pull Suzaku out of the dream.

Suzaku paused, grip slackening ever so slightly. “S-safe?” he parroted, as if it he was sounding out a foreign word. He couldn't remember the last time he had felt safe, not jumping at shadows and sleeping with both eyes open, so afraid of what lurked in the dark.

Lelouch nodded. “Yes, safe. No one’s going to hurt you.”

“Relax. If you be a good, obedient boy, I won’t hurt you.”

Suzaku shook his head, brunet curls whipping across his face. “N-no! You’re lying! YOU’RE LYING!” Because Suzaku had already been hurt, so many times, and it wouldn't go away. His body and soul, bruised and damaged until both were bent into submission, willing to take on any shape his abuser desired.

And the neck under his hands was soft and pliable as he pressed down. He wanted to make it suffer, to make it feel alone and helpless, just like him. He wanted it to feel his pain.

Desperately, Lelouch clawed at his neck. “Suzaku!” he choked. “S-stop…please! You’re…k-killing…me!”

Killing me…

People, dead and dying. Funeral pyres. Smoke and gunpowder and burning. The glint of a knife’s edge. His fault, all his fault. Murderer. Killer. Killkillkillkillkill.

"Why are you the last man standing?"

“No!” Suzaku cried, finally relinquishing his hold and curling up into a little ball on the floor, rocking himself jerkily. “I-I’m sorry! I’m so sorry.”

Lelouch stood there, dumbfounded as he drew in much needed breath. Gone was the angry boy, broken, suffering and looking to get even; replaced by the frightened child that had been ripped from his homeland and everything he knew.

“It’s okay,” Lelouch whispered gently.

“No, not okay! Never!” Suzaku cried.

“Hush,” Lelouch crooned, softly wrapping his arms around the boy like he had done so often with Nunnally when she had been small. Perhaps he was insane to embrace the person that had just tried to strangle him, but Suzaku would not harm him now. Lelouch was certain of it.

“I never wanted to hurt anybody,” Suzaku whispered, his face in Lelouch’s shoulder.

“I know,” Lelouch murmured as he stroked the boy’s hair. “Sleep now.”

Suzaku gave a little sigh, clinging to the tiny source of comfort Lelouch offered him and allowing his ministrations to chase the terrors away, if only for a moment.

There on the floor, Lelouch’s arms warm around him, Suzaku slept.

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Summer of Joy: Final Chapter

fire_rose17 — Sat, 24 Sep 2011 16:31:43 GMT

Summer of Joy
Rating: K+
Pairing: SuzaLulu, especially in this chapter, but they're just children, so you can read it any way you want.
Summary: Before they were terrorist and traitor, Zero and Lancelot, Demon Emperor and his Knight...they were children.
Link: At the top of the cliff, the boys took a moment to catch their breaths, granting them a few precious seconds, the last seconds, of their peaceful summer. And then they looked ahead, and everything changed.

Summer of Joy: July Part II

fire_rose17 — Mon, 01 Aug 2011 01:11:49 GMT

Summer of Joy
Rating: K+
Pairing: SuzaLulu, especially in this chapter, but they're just children, so you can read it any way you want.
Summary: Before they were terrorist and traitor, Zero and Lancelot, Demon Emperor and his Knight...they were children.
Link: Suzaku hated parties.

Bet you weren't expecting an update so soon! Next up, August! That kind of makes me sad. :(

Summer of Joy: July Part I

fire_rose17 — Fri, 29 Jul 2011 15:09:49 GMT

Summer of Joy
Rating: K+
Pairing: SuzaLulu, especially in this chapter, but they're just children, so you can read it any way you want.
Summary: Before they were terrorist and traitor, Zero and Lancelot, Demon Emperor and his Knight...they were children.
Link: When Suzaku came over dragging a bamboo tree behind him, Lelouch's first conclusion had been that his friend had gone insane.

A two parter for July, then on to August. Then I will be finished with S of J and will focus on other stories. Yes, this includes XI.

Fic - A Touch of the Lips

lone_wulffe — Fri, 29 Jul 2011 07:24:39 GMT

Title: A Touch of the Lips
Characters/Pairing: C.C., Lelouch; Lelouch/C.C.
Summary: Five times C.C. kisses Lelouch, and the first time he kisses her instead.

Read @ LiveJournal or FFNet.

Taste of XI: Part I

fire_rose17 — Sat, 09 Jul 2011 18:27:13 GMT

This is shirogiku and my collaborative brain child between my Slavezaku and her Incubus!Lelouch. It started out as a passing idea, and then grew in strength. After several conversations, topics including but not limited to grammar, xxxholic, and flying penises, we ended up with this end result. It didn't turn out nearly how we expected it would, but maybe that's what fanfiction is all about. The post ended up being way too long, so I split it into parts, the link to the next one being at the bottem of the page.

( The incubus licked his lips and shouted, his voice clear and certain, "Fifty thousand pounds!" )

Part II

Summer of Joy: June

fire_rose17 — Fri, 01 Jul 2011 01:14:38 GMT

Summer of Joy
Rating: K+
Pairing: SuzaLulu, although just barely
Warnings: Shameless Clamp references, including a cameo appearance by a certain someone
Summary: Before they were terrorist and traitor, Zero and Lancelot, Demon Emperor and his Knight...they were children.
Link: Lelouch never would have thought rain would be what drove him insane

A certain reader (coughscribblestormcough) made a request based on a certain picture at the end of the first Code Geass closing theme. Read the story and look up the song, and you'll know what I mean.

fanfiction/blurb: geass noir

scribblestorm — Sun, 05 Jun 2011 01:26:43 GMT

Here you go, I hope you all like it! (And with this, I hereby declare the recent month-long fic freeze officially over~!)

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Geass Noir, or "Bewitched, Bothered and Bewildered" (10)
Pairing: eventual SuzaLulu
Rating: T
Word-count: 3,865

"Does everyone in your family have green eyes?"