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[fanfiction] I Missed Years [Merlin] [ClichèClash]

Title: I Missed Years
Click is: # 98, Begin and / or Return (The Tower)
Fandom: BBC Merlin
Pairing: Arthur / Merlin Rating
: PG-13
Warning: Slash, lightning inspiration (read 'crap'), Future! AU fic so
Word count: 1255
Summary: 'I called you, Sire?' And as always, no longer holds when Arthur, Merlin arrives in his hand.
Disclaimer: The characters and settings of this story does not belong to me maybe , ladies, maybe and do not gain anything by writing it.
Notes: Known , I'm going to write half an hour before going out, then a) I'm late and b) I write nonsense. I find I write Arhur / Merlin to compensate for the lack of my boys in the second series (BBC bad, bad uu), so I take refuge in my mental movies to escape the harsh reality è.è In this story, I imagined the report between Arthur and Gwen more as a 'must marry by force, we are friends, let's get married' but she has always known of Merlin and Arthur (AU ù.ù is wasted here).
The two verses are in English at the beginning of Gravity Sara Bareilles .

Something always Brings me back to you
It Never Takes too long

There is light at Camelot, that day, as he's not seen in years .
Light in the camps, the huts of the peasants, the walls.
Light in the shadowy rooms of the palace, the courtyard where the Knights are training, light in the room of the Queen looking thoughtfully through window.
Light in the heart of the King, sitting alone on his throne - almost ten long years endless - just to wait . And
'property, with the arms at the sides, the crown on the head shining, as if he were waiting for the delegation of some king.
may be so, after all. He is waiting for a king. The his
King And I feel, clear skin, near the forest on horseback, and imagine while looking around with the same air airhead than ten years ago, enormous ears, raven hair, those eyes so mortally blue.
Sees Light in front of you while looking beyond the gates to challenge the guards, who have orders not to stop peremptory anyone who matches that description, and from her horse at the center of the courtyard illuminated by the morning sun .
knows that feeling on the skin, Camelot, like the fingers of a skilled lover, and the city it is him back home with his magic art, and remain there for a moment, to enjoy his love. Then he looks exactly
one of the windows of the throne room, and the clear view suddenly disappears. He should have guessed, King Arthur, was the idiot to let him see it. He had always loved to show off - only in his presence, he recalls with pleasure - what was good with magic. We call on the throne
straight, staring straight ahead on the irises blue double doors, clear of any guard, soldier, knight, or be living in general. None
must touch it before him. Gwen knows, and has remained in his room - when I asked, looking as if it were his last hope of life, she had smiled with his very personal way, mother and partner together, and kissed him on the forehead & ndash ; to wait his turn. Morgana is no longer something to do with Camelot for such a long time.
feel the breeze of magic in his nostrils like a blast of hot wind in a winter's day, and the thrill that runs along the back is totally convoluted.
's coming.
It forces you to stand still, not running to the door and then rip it off its hinges, and to finish what it dripping.
His steps now clear echo in the hallway through the door, it seems that is doing it on purpose, to make them resonate so damn strong.
would expect that come slamming doors, its occurrence in the middle of the room, even face off a wall to register.
However, with all its simplicity, Merlin knocks. If he had not
every single nerve in the body as taut as the string of a bow, Arthur burst out laughing. Instead, he clears his throat, and thundered a royal 'Come in' that would dwarf any servant. But that
servant simply opens the door, one hand on each door, and remains standing in the doorway.
the King suddenly short of breath. Merlin has not changed one iota: his face was perhaps made a few wrinkles, his eyes have lost some bizarre that light that first animated them, and - of the sky! - that's just a beard, but remains the same Merlin.
Occhioni vast, remote from deer, a blue sky would blush with shame any. Those ears that emerge on either side of the head as should help him to fly. Her gait weird, awkward, too many limbs and how he did not know where to put them. Always the same stupid
Merlin, who had made ten years before hunting from Camelot on charges of witchcraft, that Arthur had pulled out of a prison and left on a horse in the night, with the shadow of a fleeting kiss the promise to return as soon as he became King
That soon turned into ten damn years, but finally had made it back home.
And now stares from the center of the room, the door finally closed behind him, in a tattered robe that has the flavor of the Druids.
Suddenly, Arthur does not know what to say.
has spent years thinking about what to say to fool a magician when he returned, speeches, statements, in a scenario was also included a punch or two.
now without resources.
'I called you, Sire?' And as always, no longer holds when Arthur, Merlin arrives in his hand.
In a single, fluid motion gets up from his throne, echoing the echo of his boots on the polished floor for those three strides that separate it from him. Merlin does not move an inch when he wraps his arms wrapped in the red of the Pendragon, squeezing their bodies between the golden dragon.
just after a second of amazement, embraces life, sinking his head into his shoulder, making his breath dancing in those inches of skin exposed between the royal robe and hair.
'You're an idiot , Merlin. The worst servant I ever had 'the whispers in the dark foliage. Merlin laughs in his shoulder, sending an infinite sequence of chills throughout the body, smove inside.
'I'm glad you're changed, Sire!'
separate after a second, looking into her eyes. Merlin fiddles with a gold thread embroidery is not properly on the side of Arthur, while he searches the investigator, as if looking for something wrong, for what would scold him, and snap everything back in place, in their normality ;.
Merlin, as usual, is faster and more daring than he, because it does meet their brows, grinning. In its simplicity, has always been the most courageous.
Arthur feels his breath warm and comforting on the lips, an explicit invitation tremendously.
'Merlin?'
'Sire?'
'Are you the person that made me worry more, condemn and stand on your toes than any other, you've been saying you would come back when he became king, Re are from ten years of hell and you did not ever presented, and only because I love you more than I think is humanly possible I did not throw in the ditch with a stone around her neck, but now if you try to Somehow, any way to avoid that I will pick up and kiss you, making you forget your own name, I will kill you with my bare hands, 'he whispered
all excited and biting words, straight from the lips of Merlin, which house the laughing its not attempting any kind of resistance. He wanted to kiss him like that, she had wanted her mouth, more than anything else in his life, and know not to be able to obtain had eaten the soul as the surf on a reef.
'If you dare to run away again, take you back end of the world and I'll chained in the basement instead of the Dragon' breathes frown, as drinking water to disperse the laugh mate - had tried to imagine infinitely in hard times, where he just wanted to take and shake the foundations of Camelot, and had never looked so good -
'I missed you too, ass' replied affectionately, making him blush to the roots of wheat-colored hair - even if in the future when Gwen Merlin will tell the story, simply denies, blaming the poor and other views light -

There is light at Camelot, that day, and King Arthur is living directly from the source, like the moon with his sun.

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[fanfiction] Mamma Mia! [RPF] [ClichéClash]

Title: Mamma Mia!
Cliché: # 5, the words that I knew I wanted to say (The Tower)
Fandom: RPF
Narnia Pairing: William Moseley /
Ben Barnes Rating: R are boys ° C , °
Warning: Slash , ABBA and directors tattered. Some bad word, why are some men in a terrible trap
Word count: 2732
Summary: Mike picked up a pack of sheets a table, tried the page and slapped in the hands of Will. - you know her? - Lay All Your Love On Me enthroned at the head of the page.
Disclaimer: obviously these two belong together not belong to me, everything I write is crap and however I am sure that the concept is to did nothing of what is described here
Notes: Assuming that this community is pretty much my sanctuary and I got incredible inspiration, this story is uu No bullshit, really. And 'idiot, and I laughed to herself as an idiot while I wrote. But basically I like it. And I love Mamma Mia! * W * I will have seen the movie 5683 times. Obviously the characters of Mike, Leslie and Michelle are not my own, I have invented from scratch. And there is a slight similarity of names with "Bridge to Terabithia," but I realized after xD





- Okay, guys, this was perfect! We move forward, Sophie and Sky on stage, hop hop! -

Criterion Theatre. Penultimate day of testing Mamma Mia! .

Agitation and frenzy reigned supreme.

Ben jumped on stage with all the agility that his body stuffed with caffeine gave him and cleared his throat. He never really loved to sing, but, in short, Mamma Mia! could not say no.

So here he is in shirt and shorts in the Allegro part betrothed to Sophie.

that Sophie had not yet made its appearance.

- Well? I do not think Ben could declare love alone, then where the hell is Leslie?! -

Mike Bell, the director. The person most brain unstable and genius that Ben had ever met.

- It 's this morning that you do not show, in fact -

- And now you tell me?! -

The assistant shrugged helplessly. Must have stock of patience to do incredible work that was secretly Ben, now sitting on the edge of the stage to await the unfolding of events.

Mike yelled epithets at all the poor unfortunate that happened on his street waving the script, while the other hand he held the phone glued to your ear, quick to pick on Leslie as soon as he had the courage to pick up the phone.

- Ben, another phone call and phone you I do swallow! -

He turned to the inside of the hood, where a smiling Michelle, the girl who played Donna, waving his the phone in his direction. He could threaten people to death with a toothy smile on his face. I wonder how he did.

When it was close enough, she gave him a conspiratorial wink.

- Look what you should answer at least your boyfriend! - Will

appeared intermittently on the display. Although he had bitten his lip to restrain him, a huge smile's blossomed on his face.

- not my boyfriend, Michelle -

- Sure, baby, and I am a virgin -

- Really? -

They just raised their eyebrows at the root of the hair dyed blond girl to show him that no, it was not true.

said with the laugh in the back.

- Hey -

- You know, Barnes, I hate you for letting us finish the hotel more welcoming of the whole stinking England, where I spend all my money to stay until the end of my days? -

- Nothing, Will, I'm glad you are well, and yes I'm fine, thank the person concerned. How are you? -

terrific plays in the background noise of the traffic in Piccadilly, lowest in comparison to the sound of laughter of the boy at the other end of the line.

- Do not you wonder why you're self-centered and start talking about your private life useless, Ben, not because I care. And I'm fine, and I would be even better if you came from your beautiful theater and I came to give me a welcome and Georgie as they should -

With the phone still in hand, Ben jumped off the stage, rushing at the theater.

Will was facing the glass doors, sunglasses and scarf to mirror that of George, who held him by the hand with a smile that would surely come to shell out your mouth and make him reach the ears - had to be an effect side of the eighteenth coffee in five hours, the gruesome images.

Fortunately the obscene scene Georgie with the lips that came to his ears and pink round was interrupted by that right, that with all her feminine grace hurled against him, takes your breath away and reminding him to tell her sooner or later - with the utmost tact, of course, he wanted to jewelry his family - who at fourteen was heavy enough to break the backbone every time he jumped in his arms.

- I told her to let me do it, but there was no way - he saw Will in the middle of the jump in long hair that had arrived anywhere, make him a wink and precede them in the room - Will say that I reserve for the next time -

-

For the hundredth time in an hour, Ben wondered if their stramaledettissimo in that day when all seemed to have applied for asylum Will Georgie and they had to be present. Mike yelled as when he left and everyone, from first assistant to the garbage man who was passing in the street, seemed ready to get their hands on the neck.

He sat next to two poor unfortunates in the red seats further away from Hell, and only sporadically - Christ's sake, Oliver, Leslie takes the phone but only in Bangladesh or shut off on purpose to not hear me? ! - was interested in what was happening.

Only when the same Mike, now the picture of serenity - Ben shivered, sky it was disturbing - came up to where they were seated cross-legged Will and Georgie with him practically lying on his legs, retune to the frequency of the theater.

- Treasury - he began, strangely turned to Georgie - I can pull off an A? -

The girl looked at him like crazy.

- rephrase. You vaguely in tune? Or should I prepare the check for damages to the windows of the theater? -

Georgie had to open his mouth, but Ben preceded in speed.

- Flying over the fact that yes, you should prepare, because Georgia is a rusty bell - had a little time to avoid the slap aimed at his head - what you need? Leslie responded? -

- fortunately - Mike made a dramatic pause, as long as all three do not raise eyebrows, and urged them to continue - E 'in hospital. And before you make those faces is veterinary hospital. His parakeet has had an illness and has had to dash -

The silence that followed was incredibly heavy. Mike was staring at them, as if he expected a nod of understanding from a any of the three, and these stared back, trying to assess

a) if a budgie could have an illness and survive

b) if it had a value such as to skip the dress rehearsal of a show as important

Apparently Leslie both had positive response.

- Ergo, handsome young men, at least for now we do not have Sophie. Have you been a single, short scene to try with her to-day with a flourish and pointed to Ben - the girls are all engaged, the assistants have the acting ability of this chair here and you can not speak for itself . So! O there a substitute hours or try your hand, and no , Barnes - said as soon as you suddenly realized that Ben was about to open his mouth - not add to the lineup tomorrow by lifting all two hours earlier because you want to go with your boyfriend and this other darling here. And not blush like two teenagers, adults are vaccinated, by golly! -

Let the two tomatoes of the season to try to look anywhere except in the eyes of others, Mike turned and turned away.

Half step and yelled at the poor thing that had happened in front of you stopped. Theatrically as usual, he turned back to Will, Ben and Georgie, fixing his eyes tellers. No, he corrected himself Ben, was staring at them collectively. He was studying only Will, with a terrific eye predator.

- Before I ask myself, joy, tell me if you take at least one note -

- No, absolutely not. Could collapse the theater - Will said fervently, shaking his head.

- But ... - and the subtle hand of Ben flew to cover the treacherous mouth of the girl, before he could further compromise the situation. Already critical of her, however, since the director was setting more closely the poor Will and Ben's something in my head - which was not Georgie's hand trying to get rid of the first choke - suggested that he should worry about.

- Get a second, do me a favor -

Worrying very .

Mike took Will by the arm and was dragging him to the scenes, while the boy was strange requests for assistance with pleading eyes.

Ben followed them up with George to the dressing rooms, under the eyes of a shocked Michelle and half of the company.

Mike took a bundle of papers from a table, tried the page and slapped in the hands of Will.

- you know her? -

Lay All Your Love On Me enthroned at the head of the page, and underneath in plain sight Ben Barnes and Leslie Burkes as main performers. No.

Mike could not do it, it was ridiculous and impractical.

Tipregodiglidinotipregodiglidinotipregodiglidino.

- Of course I know! - Georgie. Evil little monster with a toothy smile white and bright, had replied to the post of Will - The hums constantly, loves Will Mamma Mia! - Ben tried

to condense all the hatred she felt for the child at that moment in a look of fire, sister to William close behind him.

- Mike, you think what I think? -

Oh yeah, that's why they smiled like that disgustingly similar. Michelle also had joined the evil plot of Georgie to make them go crazy.

- Mike, I do not think it would be--

- A single test, Will - Oh, now he would even call him by name? - A single song. You, Sophie. He, Sky - and to complete the scene began to be referred to, respectively, with air-conspirator - What do you say? -

Tipregodiglidinotipregodiglidinotipregodiglidino. At least this time listen to me, dammit!

Will turned to look at him straight in the eye as he always did, and Ben tried to run across his prayer in that contact.

- A single piece of evidence, Mr. Bell. Only one. -

Oh, Will!

-

- I knew it would be a colossal shit! Because they never listen to me? -

- Why, when did you target? -

- I looked like if I should die at any moment! -

- brought a translator, Barnes, makes it easier for the people! -

Criterion Theatre. Penultimate day of testing Mamma Mia! .

The tension in the air you could cut with a knife.

staff, the company and even the director had for lunch. In the room were still only two people currently involved in the quarrel more furious that the theater had ever seen.

Ben, at one end of the stage, waving his script as a weapon and was meanwhile repeatedly passed her hands in her hair - should begin to take it off, as vice, sooner or later would have remained stuck -

Will, the other end, staring at him like crazy and had reduced the script to a waste paper unreadable.

- Not out of tune, you know the song, you know me and you can not bring out a decent thing?! -

- I'm sorry if I'm not the painting of perfection like you, Barnes -

Oh how she hated him when he did so.

Whenever he was angry with him called him by name. Every single time.

- I have a first day after tomorrow, in case if you do not realize I was , Moseley ! -

- Indeed I'm trying to help you, you idiot! -

- wrong song?! Oh thanks, you're actually saving the career -

would not have come from anywhere that way. One of them was to put a brake.

It certainly was not Ben, to emphasize that his play was abandoned on the side of the stage with his legs dangling.

- Okay, Mr. Perfect, start again -

- Yes, to get to your verse and send it to the devil -

- More or less where you should go, then -

But I think it should have been wasting him, or know a hard head Will be finished to take punched.

- Ok, I have the solution! - Suddenly jumped up, standing up and shooting to the center of the stage. Will looked at him with an eyebrow raised, with every intention - we saw - to reject the idea as soon as he opened his mouth.

- Amami -

- What?! -

- Have you heard right. Either we empathize with the characters or not getting anywhere. So Sophie, what we are trying right now? -

Jesus, Mike seemed when he talked that way. He had to stop him around, or it would turn into a version thirty years younger.

Will sighed deeply, then tried to make his script a bit more human, and began to study it.

- Sky is jealous, terribly jealous. It was not so before he met Sophie, now it seems every man who sees a danger. E 'became a habit, this obsessive, such as smoking -

- Sophie But it is too in love to pay attention to the buzz around any man, he had from when he smiled, the first time you are visas, and has a weakness, against all its pride -

They were approaching, bringing too much for the tastes of Ben, two or three steps and would have been a few inches.

Ben's hand went to the stereo before his brain could register it, and the song invaded the air.

He had never liked singing, and while Will looked into his eyes trying to convince anyway. It was ridiculous, my goodness, it was a great man and vaccinated, could not be fooled by a song - and then that song!

The words rolled on the tongue without even reading the script, they felt that part of the initial ad nauseum.

Era geloso, e non poteva farci niente. Tutti quei ragazzi, santo cielo, ma doveva essere così pieno di amici? Sempre a ridere, a scherzare, così vicini. Non era fatto così prima che si incontrassero, era totalmente diverso. Cosa gli dava il permesso di cambiarlo così tanto?

E da quando Sky si riferiva a Sophie al maschile?

Will non avrebbe attaccato, si ripeteva Ben mentre cercava di prendere le note. Avrebbe preso fiato e si sarebbe voltato dall’altra parte, frustrato. Si sarebbe arruffato i capelli e avrebbe promesso che la prossima volta ce l’avrebbe fatta.

He felt the text , had told him.

So who was that boy, now a sigh from him, he started to sing as he had done nothing all his life?

There was Sophie in the face of Sky, or were simply Will and Ben and had not yet understand?

Jealousy is an ugly beast, Ben - Sky. Yet it is telling you clearly, all those men, those smiles are not worth a penny in front of you. Have you had the first day you met, do you remember? Before you start shooting, you and the other four. Him in the corner you had winked - it was something that was as simple as healthy - and you had the smile, that special smile that your fans idolize you forever. But he is not a fan, and I smiled back with that little face as a child.

But you will not get too close? And Sophie and Sky, where they fled?

were now breathing the air each other and there was only the chorus in the background, that they built were not followed.

The script - both - was knocked down, but they knew exactly what was written, incidentally, just below the lyrics.

(Sophie and Sky kiss)

are betrothed, what else should they do?

So it was a truism, a test, the script simply un'attinenza to touch their mouths there, in the middle of the stage. Quick and impersonal, as good actors.

- We are empathy, is not it? - Wil was the breath, almost inaudible under the music.

- of course -

- What brilliant actors, who are ... -

- Smart ... - The music faded

had forgotten the last corner of their brain when jointly decided to get closer and throwing away the professionalism - and when ever they were professional, two of them?

That kiss was neither quick nor impersonal, and cut off breathing filled the quiet room.

Will had his hands clasped in her hair shiny and the other for a moment he feared that would remain stuck there forever, and Ben was holding her with his fingers stuck in his belt loops, making them join, breast to breast . If

had risen slightly, he could touch the hot skin under her shirt and felt fingers itch with the desire to do so, but if he moved a muscle, would not be able to stop.

And then, in short, on a theater stage, with the crew out of reach -

- Oliver! Give me the number of Leslie. E 'fired! -

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[fanfiction] A Hundred Flames 1 / 100 [Inkheart]

Title: A Hundred Flames (1 / 100)
Chapter: Bright Morning Light (She Is)
Fandom: Inkheart
Paringa : Mo / Reza Dustfinger / Mo (for now unrequited uu)
Rating: G
Warning: Slash (thin for now), a bit 'of angst
Number of Words: 100 round round
Disclaimers: I do not belong, I do not any money, blah blah
Note: I'm crazy. Ricoveratemi. I decided, since I do not know what to do (and I have a right to challenge up to accomplish something else), write 100 on Mo and Dustfinger drabble inspired many songs, so, the first captain under me. This particular one was inspired by Fake Wings Yuki Kajiura of .

Reza is beautiful. Even with the dress of the servants, with short hair and hands destroyed Wonderful.

Dustfinger looks like you might look at a statue in a museum, through the eyes of a critic.

Silvertongue instead looks like the only reason why the world is still spinning on its axis, overflowing with love.

But then again, the leaves aside and turns to him .

It 's the first time you hear Dustfinger the middle of something and really afraid of having moved his world from its axis a few important centimeters.

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[fanfiction] Drunk? Who, Me? [Narnia]

Title: Drunk? Who, Me?
Fandom: Narnia
Paringa : Peter / Caspian
Rating: R (OH YEAH!)
Warning: Slash, Fluff, King drunk
Number of Words: 1161
Disclaimers : Really, are not mine. I swear. I'm too straight in the book or the film because I created them.
Notes: OMG, blame lorooooh! * Indicates Overdose and Dark_Sidhe * are the ones who write to me by God and inspired by ECE's not my fault! Then these two wanted to get drunk, then saw that the rabbits in heat ... well, you get * u.ù But talks with the two genes are above * OCO I love you and then saw that there is a script I dedicate it because I have re-inspired Narnia. \u0026lt;3 If I can beat sucks.
Oh I forgot. There follow lol The "morning after" * giggles * sadistic

In an evening of celebration like that, with almost all of Narnia at Cair Paravel - then, for what occasion was no one really remembered, something related to Aslan for sure - and the wine brought by the bikers, it was normal that half of these were drunk, or still on track.

That the King were the two most adults, sitting against the wall in front of the apartments Caspian, where none of them would have gone to look for safe, with a half-empty bottle between them, was perhaps more worrying reading.

- What would you do if you kiss? -

Perhaps drunk was not the right word; completely drunk better reflect the situation.

Peter had just turned to the question put, slow alcohol. Caspian looked for a few seconds, as if he was recording the words just spoken.

- I would pull a punch - it was the final decision. He took a swig from the bottle and passed it, without haste, holding rests against the knee of the dark until he took it with thin fingers.

- Why? -

- Why do you keep calling me, that's why - it would have seemed too angry, if he had not had his eyes clouded by all that wine, and had not rested with those who will believe vehemently on hand to Caspian.

latter shrugged his shoulders but not moved, leaving it under the heat coming from the hand of the High Kings, which in effect at that time had little royal, with the blond head against the wall, eyes closed . It

brought the bottle to his lips - with a little 'too hard, perhaps - and, while enjoying this paradise liquid on the tongue, she felt a trickle down along the throat teasing, caressing the skin.

If he decided to take him away, he should put down the bottle or move his hand still stuck under that of Peter. She left him where he was.

down, down and down - followed him with what little concentration that was not dedicated to the softness and warmth of her hand on her - until he was suddenly stopped.

With excruciating slowness, millimeter by millimeter by millimeter, Peter was doing the thumb with the red trail, the other fingers resting casually against his throat, on, on and on, until you reach the mouth, touching her skin as if with a higher pressure would could break something.

Caspian stared with to look, what I was able to nail it in place making him forget how to breathe. She looked at him, not his hand nor any point of the corridor, no, it was aimed straight in the eye, like a hunter, and then he his fingers linger a few more seconds on that pair of soft lips, wet with wine . He broke

contact at a time, and Caspian felt all the air suddenly come back into the lungs, and he used an enormous effort of will not to pant like a man who finally emerges from the sea surface after having been afraid of drowning, and return to focus on Peter, who was bringing the wine-stained finger to his lips, licking away completely. It was absolutely

the most sensual thing he had ever seen. Sure.

The next moment he was standing - do not stop, had some slight problem with gravity, but he could manage it - and he was reaching for Peter, sitting next to bottle dropped on the floor, and Caspian could have sworn that the setting was really bad. The bottle, not Peter.

He was limited to team with a certain sparkle that little voice in his head told him to ignore with a drawl. In fact, he ignored it.

- I do not bend down to get their hands if that's what you know -

puff of laughter.

- You will need to work on the gallantry, Caspian expensive, or all women of Narnia you will avoid like the plague -

But he got up just enough to grab your hand and be dragged to his feet. For

then systematically fall like a sack of flour on Caspian, pushing weight and making them both land - or more precisely, the shoulders of the High Gross Weight Telmarines with adjoining King, who's almost takes your breath away, landed - on the door of his rooms with a beautiful sound that will surely crash until they had heard in England.

They stood a moment to catch your breath, waiting for the silence rimettesse the pieces together and come back on the corridor.

- If I were you ... - A grunt is not very friendly from the parts of his sternum caused him to correct - you, all right, you. If I were you reflect on those lessons gallantly, I might not be the only one that would be useful -

This time the laughter came from slightly up toward the throat, where they were apparently supported a great pair of lips, red as the wine a little earlier.

Peter's breath tickled him, and only and only then realized that - toh - was trapped in his arms, abandoned on the wooden door on the side of his head.

But, in retrospect, that warm breath was not so annoying on his Adam's apple, almost did not hear him anymore.

He looked up and met a couple of blue oceans on its own line of sight, just covered by the longest lashes he had ever met, and - but who sees! - The hot breath on his lips this time directly.

Ah.

The aforementioned Adam's apple had a moment of panic as he went on, was temporarily replaced by his heart, which seemed to have every intention to stifle it.

- But you did not have to kiss me? -

Well in fact, was what he had said. He was a man true to his words.

So, put very little on those soft lips in front of him was the most logical conclusion. A handful of seconds, just long enough for a brain confounded by alcohol record information, and those same lips parted invading it, producing both a noisy hybrid between a groan and a sigh that echoed loudly in the corridor.

Peter went even further to the other, crushing the little air that still remained between them and making them join as two opposite poles of a magnet, allowing the Caspian around her waist with his arms, fighting hard for find the right angle.

One of the hands the first trapping went to tangle with his black hair, stroking and pushing it more towards the mouth of the other at the same time - as they were already practically fused with each other -

There was a single moment when the wind was to shoot a lot, where they looked into his eyes, fixed, his cheeks flushed and her eyes wide. Take a breath in spurts, with shortness of breath, exchanging the air.

- I can go. Tell and I'll be out of this corridor before you can breathe -

was a possibility? He left so?

He said that Peter would, on the one hand, wanted to hear, so as to live with regret, but in the right side of the light?

Yes Please, go away.

- No. It is -

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[Challenge] Rhyme and Reason [settenote]


Summer hurts. Why do I always end up not having anything to do, and then make attractive and fun challenge that will not bring never completed. Blah uu I wanted to claim a pint, so much to like in Italian, and because those two do not line them if anyone ç / / ç
Ok, so now I have decided ...
Here it is, the beautiful:

1. Weapon - Matthew Good Band
2. Sick and Tired - Anastacia
3. Nothing Else Matters - Metallica
4. Wish You Were Here - Pink Floyd
5. Iris - Goo Goo Dolls
6. Zombie - The Cranberries
7. The Noose - A Perfect Circle
8. My Life Would Suck Without You - Kelly Clarkson
9. Shattered - Trading Yesterday
10. Bad Things - Jace Everett
Progress: 0 / 10

However, the title comes from Can You Feel The Love Tonight? Elton John \u0026lt;3

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Fanfiction - 50 Little Spells [Arthur/Merlin] 1frase


Title: 50 Little Spells
Set topics: Alpha
Fandom: Merlin
Paringa : Arthur / Merlin (what I weigh is to use the translated names. é)
Rating: different, always on the edge of the PG-13
Warning: slash, if he had not understood
Number of Words: 2260 more or less
Disclaimers: None of the characters and places belong to me. I play a bit 'then put them back in place
Note: it took me a lifetime to finish it, but I finally managed to write all 50! I have no inspiration, then I bought the DVD series is back and better than before xD

# 01. Soul
The Dragon had spoken clearly: there was nothing he could do, nothing he could say to change the fact that their souls, and that her ass of a prince, were intertwined issues first yet they were born.

# 02. Second Time
The second time that Merlin, after all, finds himself saving the stupid Pellacchia anchor stupidest Arthur, you can almost hear the fate a lot of fun behind it.

# 03. Men
Merlin Sometimes you find yourself daydreaming about how it will be Arthur by kings, what kind of man will, on future times in which no longer have to hide, where the magic will be respected and tolerated by the great king one day reign over Camelot, then enter the Prince d ' suddenly in his room, slamming the doors and giving orders one after another, and the young magician changes his mind on everything.

# 04. Money
A servant is poor, does not have much money, can not afford anything at the bottom of that money should keep them, is that Merlin is repeated road doing, while moving towards the market, the money that has been able to glean from Gaius in a bag, ready to be thrown to make a miserable Christmas present to such a prince .

# 05. Prayer
When Gwen goes next to the small Christian chapel, and sees Merlin desperately kneeling at the cross, he wonders if Arthur is praying that he recovers or at least because they can die together.

# 06. Master
Arthur many times can now put a doubt who is the master at this point between them, and in most cases the answer is disconcertingly Merlin.

# 07. Waiting
Gaius is forced by his own instinct for preservation to take the magician's hands and beat them before they decided on her lap, sitting by the bedside of an unconscious Arthur, end up biting nervousness.

# 08. Best Friend
With a shudder, both sides of the coin understand that now passed for some time, and even with a good jump, the line between "best friend" and "lover", a line too thin because they could immediately see it left behind.

# 09. Night
Arthur will never know, that night when his sword had stopped for an instant from the pale neck of Merlin, his servant was not managed to close my eyes, tormented by dreams where his prince nothing more than a danger.

# 10. Madness
One day Merlin swears to himself, the stupid behavior of the stupid dumb ass Arthur's send him out of his mind and he will do something you regret it (take it and kiss it, for example), but for now is content to raise his eyes to heaven when they see and continue with his work.

# 11. Engagement
Why Merlin knew he would never forget the awful close to the stomach and that feeling of complete lack of control over the magic suddenly violent, that's buzzing in the ears like a swarm of angry bees, when Arthur ; boldly expressed his desire to marry Sophia.

# 12. Life
And anyway, like it or not, he was convicted - was also his choice, not fool ourselves - to spend his whole life next to Arthur.

# 13. Noia
since Merlin had arrived in Camelot, there was no longer a single dull moment in the life of the prince, then it was almost always the risk of life was another matter.

# 14. Indifference
Merlin holds the spoon to break it - he, skinny kid who can not keep it squarely on a sword - after three grueling hours spent watching from a distance, while all bold moves among with the same old lady passing by.

# 15. Read
Merlin every time promises that will not end up back on his back on the bed covered with red Merlin every time you make a mistake.

# 16. Stars
The fires of Camelot, the party that continues, they can not diminish the wonder of the sky above the city, its reflection in the eyes starry assortment of Arthur.

# 17. Minute
would wait just another minute, maybe even would have made him even two, to appear in his chambers, then the prince would go directly to Merlin and he would beaten down from bed.

# 18. Limit
E 'useless now to ask what is the line between servant and master, between the prince and the magician, between love and loyalty, when all they have is their future together.

# 19. Hearts
Dragons are magical creatures, ancient religion, but never forget extinct, and have powers over the imagination, now a young wizard, with a name that speaks of history, it also asks if they know in their hearts and see read the future.

# 20. Faith Arthur
compares the babble of Merlin King on that day - I bet his life - will, in the slow dirge and music that once, many years ago, he heard singing priestesses in woods.

# 21. Summer
Not that the Crown Prince of Camelot do not love the summer, on the contrary, only, would like to avoid skipping workouts due to "distractions caused by his servant completely sweaty and too easily circuibile.

# 22. Rain
Merlin knows why, when he heard the first drops Nimueh invoked by slipping on the skin, that this water will be his salvation from death - there is no form without Arthur of life - and death of all his salvation - but he will die for him, and this is the only thing that matters -

# 23. Sky
And even if it seems to set every time Merlin is able to capture the golden glow of dawn, his thought can not help but run to gold that illuminates a little more each day 'his existence.

# 24. Black
Black will also be a total lack of color, apathy, darkness, death, but for Arthur fails to represent nothing but a perpetually messy head peeping from the door of his room, without even asking permission to enter.

# 25. Medical
\u0026lt;Tu're not a medico, Merlino!> And Gaius was right, for a reason that Merlin has the same value as a death sentence, when he looks without knowing what the hell do Arthur, lying on the table Gaius chamber, covered from head to toe in blood.

# 26. Words
for Merlin, which used to dominate his innate magic words have the weight of boulders, are important as a few other things and so in each individual, useless, little run-in with Arthur manages to condense into "Idiot & rdquo , or "ass" all I can not say otherwise, and is almost certain that he understands perfectly.

# 27. Kill
The first time Merlin kills a man is obviously to protect his prince, and almost did not believe what he did, the life that has broken, and the shock for the death he has inflicted - he who lives to preserve life - the takes your breath, then Arthur is getting closer and wraps him in a hug that smells of blood, and everything is fine again.

# 28. Place
He had once told Arthur that he wanted to find a place where he felt comfortable, a place he could call home, and is sure that the day they returned from the Island of the Blessed and sees Arthur awake with a smile, that feeling of relief is the same that you feel in returning to his home.

# 29. Believing
Uther believes that it is worth the death of his wife, Morgan believes it is a sexist idiot, Gwen believes that it is simply his master and must have faith in him, Gaius believes that it needs to Merlin, Dragon believes that the two have intertwined destinies, Arthur and Merlin believes in enough.

# 30. Far
As a young Pendragon, would you, how land cover, how many enemies face, with such war unleashed, how far would you go to save the life a simple but well annoyingly important servant?

# 31. Boat
There is not a single moment of hesitation in the movement of Merlin, when he climbed on the small, unstable boat that will take him to the Island, knows that that's the only way to continue to live that life illuminated in red and gold he loves so much.

# 32. Remember
When the pyre of Will start taking fire, the magician sees his memories rising to the sky with smoke, and makes the loss sting the eyes with bitter tears, and the gloved hand of Arthur slips stealthily into his own and , even though the tears are rolling down her cheeks freely - and almost feel the voice of the prince in the head " You're a girl, Merlin!" - not c 'is nothing more comforting, like this neighborhood.

# 33. Death
For a moment, one single excruciating few seconds, he thought that the life of Arthur, and his own reason for existence, were drowned together, clutching each other in a bloody content golden cup.

# 34. Worse
\u0026lt;Sei the worst servant I have ever avuto, the sai, Merlino?!> What could also appear quite credible, as the phrase that the prince's repeated more in a day, if was not a kiss between panting and the other in the shade of the forest.

# 35. Arms
If he had to be a single certainty in the life of Arthur, was that every time it stumbled, Merlin's thin arms were there, ready to raise it again.

# 36. Electricity
E 'palpable in the air around it, in their eyes, in their actions, that what runs through the souls and bodies of the Crown Prince of Camelot and his servant is the very essence of lightning that pierce the sky .

# 37. Cells
few inches that separate them are sufficient to hurt both of their bodies, their every single fiber, the desire to get closer.

# 38. Promise
not remember exactly, poor Merlin, when the devil had promised that he would protect the Dragon stupid ass, in fact, did not remember to have had their say.

# 39. Hope
" We have no hope ..." the thought of Arthur in front of an army that is longing to sweep them away like the wind with dead leaves in autumn - we do - are the only words of Merlin when he gets closer, quieter, and laying a hand on his shoulder.

# 40 - Hole-
Remember, Merlin, how the hell we ended up in this rat hole! - In fact, is not the most comfortable of situations that they are in, in the narrow tunnel where they are chased crashed after that ... what was then ... for miles, even though the magician is not so upset by the Currently, because Arthur is practically smeared on him and his warm breath tickling him in a way that is certain, will push him to do some stupid soon.

# 41 - Revelation
Merlin has never really understood what strange process had led to the brain, any one morning on any day, to look away from the table and focus on Prince, then spit out in one breath - I'm a witch -

# 42 - Will
fact is that we had wanted all his willpower not to faint when Arthur had simply moved from the window and kissed him, so, in the middle of the room, then whispered in his ear - I always knew, you idiot -

# 43 - Easy
Merlin - Arthur had understood for some time now - it was hard to bear, but terribly easy to love.

# 44 - Terror
Sometimes Merlin thinks that the gold colored eyes every time he practices his magic is only a strategically placed shield because you do not see any way in the wild fear that pervades every time life Arthur is threatened.

# 45 - Fire
E 'when they are in front of the fire, warmed by the flames and embraced the big hair covered with Arthur, the prince thinks he is really happy.

# 46 - Answer
- You can not talk this way - not even say with more conviction now knows from experience that Merlin will continue undaunted to respond in kind - as always - and Arthur continue each time to turn around, throw a dirty look and smile secretly.

# 47 - Light
When they think about their future - together of course, is not covered nemmeo another chance - they know for sure that will be bright and beautiful as the crown of the king.

# 48 - Together
The minions speak, why are all the same, have large mouths, sharp language, and more than once, the rumors of them - "You heard the prince and the little boy with protruding ears ...?"" Merlin? Merlin warms the bed to the prince and that's it! "- They ran like hares, but a servant of Camelot was distinctive: it will be the first and the hardest to criticize another if only one dares say a wrong word on his boys.

# 49 - Mind
Feverish, breathless and one step away from death, Merlin is locked in his own mind, concentrated as never before to create this little blue ball, which will guide Arthur ; rescued, later, could have sworn I heard, and saw him hanging from the cliff face like a flower of the mountain, he heard the Prince touch the mind of his own, surprising him so much as to almost drop the bubble.

# 50 - Road
lies in front them, smooth and straight, do not see the end and have never known the beginning, but the prince and the magician, ride their way step by step, until the end of the trail, Merlin and Arthur, hand in hand.

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[Fanfiction] Red-Coated Memory - Yuffie/Vincent [KingdomHearts]


Title: Red-Coated
Memory Fandom: Kingdom Hearts
Pairing: Yuffie Kisaragi /
Vincent Valentine Rating: G
Summary: He turned toward her, as if a thought had suddenly seized, and hesitated, unsure of what should really say. - Yuffie ...- and stayed only for a second. "Who is Vincent? -
Note: I do not know what happens to me, I take these spasm and began to write het pairing. Curatemi, please. Anyway, this fic is old enough, a few months, and I keep forgetting to publish it. I do not know if I'll write a second chapter, for now I'll leave one-shot, since I also like that. Since the AMO Yuffietine, especially if adapted to Kingdom Hearts, I pulled out this.
Warning: This is terrifyingly devoid o.o Maybe just a little bit of angst, which never hurts.

silent and calm The night had long surrounded City Middle, falling on the roofs like a veil of darkness, so different from the one that gripped the hearts and minds of the day. Placida try giving the city a well earned rest to its inhabitants, who slept more or less quietly behind the shutters closed and the lights out.
Even a small light that was usually always on that night it was turned off so as not to annoy the eyes of those who received the light. The lamp of the little house in the Third District was off, and in the living room formerly occupied by all sorts of junk were now better placed to some camp beds, a sofa and a table. At least all of these things was occupied by a sleeping figure.
Sora, Donald and Goofy were lying in the preposterous position on three separate cots, surrounded by a restful sleep, next to them on the bench, Aerith had settled, only a blanket to warm her. Last, on a bed prepared at the last moment just for her, Kairi was sleeping, curled up on itself and sank in blankets. A
Yuffie ran a smile. That child was able to be tender even in sleep.

And you? Oh she was awake for hours now, had scarcely closed my eyes.
We had tried so, but that night they seemed to be very favorable. His world always came to mind, destruction, death, disappearances.

him Especially him. What
had disappeared without a word and showed no signs of returning. For her, then. Sighing
leaned languidly to the table. She hated nights like those, it was not anything decent to stay awake in that way.
He thought for a moment to go look for Leon, just to get away with shooting him.
But given the lively chatter of the boy, were all likely to come back unpleasant thoughts more easily.

Nothing, just had to wait for the morning and everything came back to the usual pace ever. Always ...

A groan made her mixed spun toward the bed, where a pile of blankets was trying to take a human form. A short mane of red hair appeared at last, while Kairi rubbed his sleepy eyes.
possible that he had heard?

- Yuffie? -
No, he had not heard.
He looked at her stand up and approach slowly, until it was one step away from her.

- Kairi, it is night, go back to sleep ... -
the eye that the girl gave her the big blue eyes made her leave the sentence in half. Curious? Interrogative?
move their eyes his face ...
He turned abruptly his eyes to his hand, which lingered even those of Kairi.

chain, shiny silver, with its pendant in the shape of Cerberus, the eyes of ruby, shining in his hand. There was fiddle until recently.
shutter closed fist, hiding it instinctively at the sight of the girl. He was afraid of offending
Kairi, reacting that way, but its expression was not hurt nor surprised. There was something ... sorry.

-Kairi Seriously, you should not stay up at this time. Also because Sora is able to wake up on purpose to keep you company all night! -
made her laugh. She too smiled. He was serious, though.

-You're right, Sora cares too! -
giggle that do not joyful abandon, as he thought of that boy, now it was clear to most people, she loved more than anything else. However

Yuffie let out a mental sigh of relief. She did not like to worry about Kairi, the girl had been through a lot, too many to be so small, it had just come out and the last thing she needed was to worry because she did not sleep at night.

-Sure you do not want some ' company? -
He said caring little before sitting down on the bed.

The ninja chuckled. What a treasure of a girl.

-Do not worry, Kairi. I guess now I'll go to sleep too little lie-
, but very good. The other nodded and prepared to slip back under the covers.

But something seems to hang at some point.
He turned toward her, as if a thought had seized all'improviso, and hesitated, on what he should really say.

- Yuffie ... -
and stayed only for a second.

"Who is Vincent? -
The girl's clear eyes opened wide in surprise Wutai, in a trance staring at the girl lying on bed semi. He had asked an incredible thing, not because he was, in itself, but for the mystery why Kairi knew even the existence of Vincent, with a veneer of innocent envy.
shook even stronger chain, penetrate the skin feeling soft hand of his decorated the three heads of Cerberus.

Yeah, who was Vincent? The
still stared for a moment, then stood up and approached her.
placing his hand on his head and said,

-Vincent is a fool-
... He gave her a caress, ruffling his hair, and slowly walked to the door.
knew that Kairi would have called back, afraid to hurt her.

Then she gave her a smile.

-esque for a moment. You go back to sleep, I'll return before daylight-
It came in the night, silent as always, were his movements, so at odds with its nature, always noisy and cheerful.
Kairi remained for a long staring at the wooden door closed, wondering why the place had that question.

But above all, who was that strange guy with the hair blacks and a red cape that had appeared before his eyes when he looked.

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[Fanfiction] So, Stay {Dustfinger/Mo - Inkheart}

Title: So, Stay
Fandom: Inkheart
Pairing: Dustfinger / Mo
Rating: PG
Summary: - Dustfinger, really, if you come back and Maggie is here again ... - "There would be without any doubt, and also to reason."
The longer summary and explanation that we can get out of two hundred words of fluff.
Notes: Yay! XD first fanfiction ever I try to write about Inkheart (it will be a period of the first times è.è) and I am pleased, on the first slash EFP! XD (I think) * E * uncorks champagne clearly is a concentration of shameless fluff and without a shred of sense. But somehow I like it. I hope to have us taken with the characterization, I read the book six months ago.
Warning: Slash (obviously), we need another word unless the word drabble, FLUFF (big one, you notice u.ù)


- Dustfinger, really, when Maggie comes back and finds you here again ... -
It would be made to doubt, and even reason. The
eater he was literally sprawled on the bed unmade, clothes (at least at that time), arms and legs outstretched. Breathe slowly, calmly, and Mo softened a bit ': it was so rare see him calm and relaxed, with eyes closed rather than fleeing in all directions in search of some danger.
- Silvertongue, your daughter comes back in two hours. By then I'll be gone ... -
Oh, now with that melancholy tone he wanted to play at the level of remorse? Why had the match won from the start. Mo came
the bed until he was close to the figure from illluminata that little morning sun, he noticed, wore a black T-shirt and his his pants.
came so close to feel the breath of the breath of Dustfinger face, bent almost entirely on him, which seemed not to have noticed anything.
then a muscular arm drew him toward you suddenly, he fell down on the bed. Now
was mm face darkened by the sun of the other, saw the three white scars and stand nearby. (I hate one more time, 'Stop!)
- Do you really want me to go? - The pointing
blue eyes on him. He had put his dirty play. He let out a tired sigh
. course not. But Maggie ...
- Come on, what do you want for lunch? -
Mo got up, pretending to be resigned, but a smile threatening to break out on your face every second.
Despite his hiding, he heard the Dustfinger smile, her, blatant and hidden under the shadow of the beard is not done lightly by day, when he got up and followed him into the kitchen, kissed him.

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[Fanfiction] Feeding My Flame - Edward/Jacob

Title: Feeding My Flame
Fandom: Twilight
Pairing: Edward Cullen / Jacob Black (why, let's face it, I'ma suicide)
Rating: PG
Summary: The wolf smelled of wood and wild, he could hear from that distance, and any effort to ignore that essence would have been futile.
Notes: Not that I do not take my life, mind you, but anyway, I get this fixed Codest finches, and I can not do anything about è.é The title and text in italics are from Eyes on Fire the Blue Foundation, the Twilight soundtrack. Uu just happened
Warning: Slash (obviously è.è), and the usual, now known - and adorable - blowjobs mental Eddy u.ù
Disclaimer: As you wish, not mine. And maybe the world is more peaceful way.

I will not soothe your pain I will not ease your strain You'll be waiting in vain

I got nothing for you to gain

There was nothing, absolutely nothing. Nothing could disturb, or otherwise destroy the composure that had built over decades, during a infinite life.

Bella troubled him, Bella destroyed and reassembled at the same time, the left edge of the precipice without bothering to save it or end its existence.

Bella was - was? - The center of his universe, his own I, the eternal sunshine of his solar system.

yet. Yet something was crawling on the edge of the planets, the sunlight, affecting from time to time, in the shadows, his perfection. It was a low growl, a constant presence hot invaded his life with a boldness that Bella only dreamed of possessing; was the only crack in its mosaic of happiness.

A fault that was spreading more and more, plunging his love for the woman of his life, his companion, his "singing" in an increasingly dense darkness.

The chilling thing was that he, Edward, would not to save anything, because that shadow attracted him like a magnet, its opposite pole.

And that attraction took him every day when the morning was slow road to regain the world in forest reserve, walking thoughtfully in the foliage smells of dew, to arrive - by chance, he would say later - on the border between the two territories opponents, where the smell of wolves was as strong as their character.

was waiting minute after minute, without careful under the trees, with golden irises still in the bush, until a dark figure, long hair over her shoulders and hands in the pockets of his trousers, had appeared in the distance, without seemingly worthy of any attention. Even then he made no movement, simply fix it with knitted brows, until the last step exactly where the invisible boundary between them.

The wolf smelled of wood and wild, he could hear from that distance, and any effort to ignore that essence would have been futile. Slowly, as if they were forced, the eyes of the Indian blacks rose to him, sharp and intriguing as its language.

Only one, single step by either side, and the order of their universe would surely corrupt - once again then -.

There was wind in the forest, led the howls of flock like leaves in autumn, and pushed the heady flavor even more deeply to him. Vampires are not made to resist temptations arise from these and have to live with them, and Edward Cullen was not anyone to get out of this.

Just a stride, big and strong, to break the icy blast of wind that separated them, in a breath to clear the miles between their lips of ice and fire and send the collision all the planets with the sun, exploding without a cry of pain.

Edward was just on the edge of the cliff, he felt no hope of falling hold, and Jacob Black was ready to drown him .

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Fanfiction - Lux [Adriano/Antinoo]

Title: Lux
Fandom: The Memoirs of Hadrian (although technically it would be really existed)
Pairing: Adrian / Antinous
Summary: Hadrian Antinous loves, and clings to the young as the last survivor of his ship timber.
Notes: I have a tremendous fear that it did not hit it at all, nor the characterization, nor even the concept of these two lovers. If so, I apologize. For inspiration, take it with the time of Latin literature, is counterproductive.
Warning: Um, slash? and I think that is enough, it's very short xD
Disclaimer: With all my heart, I think I can belong to two historical figures?

Antinous is the sun.
Antinous is the morning star that illuminates the life of a man lost in his dark, and does not want anything in return. Adriano

not find escape routes from the darkness, looking for a life of his salvation, interprets the light of a city - of a people, an empire - but can not find her. Adriano
discovers the sun under the branches of Bithynia, and for a long moment his shadow escapes and he is free.

Hadrian Antinous loves, and clings to the young as the last survivor of his ship timber. The sea threatens to swallow any time, but the wood is strong and desperate man. Antinous
like Adriano, as only a teenager can do. Does not know that salvation, not by the darkness around him, around the world of her lover who is now also his.

Antinous is the sun, and Adriano has found peace.

Mercer Flesh-eating Diseases

Fanfiction - Winter Sleep [Aragorn/Legolas]


Title: Winter Sleep
Fandom: The Lord of the Rings (movieverse)
Pairing: Aragorn / Legolas
Rating: PG-13
Summary: "What prevents him from leaving is not the hand of Aragorn, who seems to have captured and chained, but a strange pressure on his heart, that holds dall'alzarsi that bed and out into the wind. "
Notes: When you do not have a decent Internet connection, you write about these things. Then if the scene is induced by a video, which never ended, and we will add a heavy dose of fluff ... fanfiction you get a sickly sweet. Betata not because I'm lazy. Ergo I was terrified that they are both blatantly OOC vabbuò uu. The title comes from a song by Olivia bellerrima that you feel.
Warnings: slash Obviously, I'm afraid OOC, fluff in the car. More than my soul which required a soft Aragorn.
Disclaimer: I swear to you that are not mine. I'm just fiddle, then put them back in their place.

Spade. Screams. And blood. Coming from nowhere, all around him.

There was not a sound until a moment before, and now a raging battle.

Aragorn looks around lost, feels the hilt of his sword in his hand and discovered to be covered in blood.

Beside him is Gimli, is fighting fiercely.

But when the battle began? Do not you remember.

instinctively begins to fight, throws blows, does not leave time to work to his memory.

yet know those walls, he knows these soldiers.

am at Helm's Deep. And those around him are the Uruk-hai of Saruman.

The man falters for a moment. That battle was won long ago.

-Aragorn! -

At the sound of his name, to the sound of his voice, turns suddenly.

Legolas called it. Meet his eye lens.

look that is instantly petrified. Along with all the senses of Aragorn.

A rough and broad sword of an enemy emerging from the elf's slender chest, his coat is stained with blood. As in slow motion, fell to his knees, breathing cut off.

Aragorn felt himself screaming, he felt his body moving frantically to the dying body.

The grab just before it falls to the ground, and you leave the blond head on his arm.

feel the tears sting your eyes.

Why Legolas's eyes are not looking for his eager, as usual?

Why are staring glassy sky so damn dark?

as if it belonged to another, he sees his own hand resting on his heart, which seems to have stopped, and then go to the other breast, which beat is now gone forever.

Aragorn-...-

Legolas gone.

-Aragorn ... ! Aragorn ... ! -

Legolas is dead.

-Aragorn, I feel ...?-

-Noooooooooooo !!!!-

Aragorn's eyes open while shooting rises headfirst from the pillow, his chest heaving.

see straight ahead of his elf's body, staring and bloody clothes.

suddenly felt a hand on her shoulder and spun around.

Legolas is sitting on her bed, looking worried. In the heat if they had not noticed.

A doubt creeps into his mind yet completely linked to that dream.

that will also be an illusion? Or is he really there to look anxious?

Aragorn reaches out uncertain, almost without breathing, until get to the soft skin of the face of the other.

there. It 'really there.

-Aragorn, it's all right ... ? -

Now it's all right, yes. With a sense of relief that he had never heard you throw sull'elfo with open arms, wrapping it in a warm embrace and scared.

-you are here ... -

The whispers buried in his shoulder, soft fabric of her dress dark green.

senses the breath of Legolas being short in surprise and then slowly adjust back, as he shakes with his thin arms. He feels his lips to your ear, in a whisper quiet.

-You made me worry. Talk in my sleep so loud that I heard the other tent. You had a nightmare? -

the light of day this scene is ridiculous, it is said Aragorn, seem to be a mother and a child. Yet it feels so good in the embrace elf.

-You're alive .-

not a question, a direct statement. As a confirmation of that idea holds him even more of him, clinging with all his strength to his clothes.

-Well sure, but I'm alive. I'm still in one piece! -

Ride answering, and now strokes his hair, slightly wavy and dark, with thin fingers.

are soft and delicate, and the man relaxes more and more under his touch.

do not know because they remain so, embracing sitting on that bed, and out of the tent pulls a strange wind that shakes the walls.

Their breaths are the only thing that breaks the silence, a strange silence that seems to pervade the space, leaving out the noises of the camp and soldiers.

-Aragorn? -

No response. Just a whisper uniformative sleep and suffocated by the fabric.

Legolas turns to look: he closed his eyes, eyelids cover her dark blue irises.

-What 's you fell asleep again? -

seems so. Carefully hand elf slipped again in the hair of the other, stroking and passandoseli between the fingers. Dita followed shortly after by the same face of Legolas, who in a fit of affection sticking his nose in his companion's silky hair.

-Legolas, you tickle me ... -

That annoyed grunt is so unexpected that the elf burst into giggles, causing a strange puff of dark hair, where he found asylum.

-Look, there is a cushion, just below you, which is much more comfortable in my shoulder .-

whispered, pulling back the blankets, while he still keeps his eyes closed.

-I would not be so sure ... -

last caress sweet face, the fingers of Legolas that graze the little hair that remained on the face and then run down the cheek, lingering on the dark beard a few seconds more.

-E tries to dream of something more pleasant this time -

says, before rising to leave, under the gaze piercing blue eyes of Aragorn, who are now pointed straight at him. Their eyes are the same, both blue, sad and oddly have the same depth, which seems out of place in the eyes of a man.

But nothing seems to be that of Aragorn, even a wisdom that is better suited to an elf plurimillennial. Wisdom that often, as at that time, manages to be simply swept away by the very presence of him who is studying it now.

-Legolas ... -

As mentioned, the elf man bends down again, closing his eyes again.

Their breaths meet and mingle in the air, while the two seem to wait for something.

-Mh? -

answers then Legolas, looking around a clue about the intentions of Aragorn.

hears only after the hand rising from the mattress, and resting on his head. Non-violent, non aggressive, but gentle and caressing. Watch

without understanding the other, while the hand along his road to the cheek, touching her sweet.

And almost without realizing it is lead by the hand closer to the face before him, to hear their breathing as one. What prevents him from leaving is not the hand of Aragorn, who seems to have captured and chained, but a strange pressure on the heart, which keeps it from dall'alzarsi that bed and out into the wind.

Finally, after covering quell'estenuante away, their lips finally collide. A friendly kiss, someone would say, someone who did not know and had not seen that scene.

Nothing's in this friendly encounter of strange feelings, lips that would had to spend their lives away from each other meet in an almost violent.

Then with a certain fear of Aragorn's hand down along the fabric of the dress of Legolas, up to his chest. He hears the elf's heart beat like a drum against his chest, seems to fly right into the palm of his hand.

-beats. -

They stare into his eyes, trying to resume the route with the mutual help, but all they found was the confusion. But must admit, a pleasant confusion.

-I do not suppose he did? - In the dream-

rest your hand on your heart ... -

and redo move, just like in the dream of a little earlier, this time finding the beat reassuring companion.

• ... and your heart was not beating. -

Remove hand and puts it on the elf's cheek. E 'warm and transmits a strange sense of familiarity. That slender Legolas cover it, twisting the fingers of the other.

-I believe that if there was you would not do it ... -

The elf would swear to have seen Aragorn's cheeks tinged with a warm flush, while looking with blue eyes wide with amazement. Maybe he overdid it a little bit to say that, they say.

Yet something in the human eye suggests just the opposite. After

Waiting a moment of a smile lit her lips, her eyes lighting up. Before Legolas could ask why, he gets up from the pillow and even laying his other hand on her face. He feels a strange pang, mortal man, and can not help but leave her partner breathless putting her another kiss on the lips. He likes that taste. They are sweet, they know of mint and berries. And for that he is sorry to leave them even for one second to avoid the risk of choking and remain on the conscience to Legolas. Watching him with a look that seems quite strange and even mischievous.

-Tomorrow we take a trip very long. - Do not leave

the suspended sentence, a sign that is not going to continue. At least for now. Aragorn even insists quell'elfo is adamant when he decides something. With a crooked smile, he surrenders to his will, pecking look satisfied. Followed immediately by a soft touch on the cheek, which turns out to be the nose of Legolas. Aragorn almost bursts out laughing. That's their best, what's the elf does not look to when Gimli - and swears he will turn affixed -. Gently touch your nose, cold like dogs, rough beard on his cheek and remains so for a moment, motionless. The critical moment is when it comes away from his skin, at least for humans. Usually they are interrupted at the climax, as they exchange the now usual strange look of crystal, just as now, the only difference being that now there is nobody to stop them. The situation remains stalled for quite a while you stare, as if they were undecided on who should move first, and despite the kiss just before hovering a veiled embarrassment. Eventually Aragorn decides to take matters in hand, and respecting the other without warning overreach - despite the desire to jump on -, the gently takes his head in his hands, enjoying all the softness of her hair of wheat, and the press a kiss on the forehead, ripping a smirk.

absolutely would not let him go, but must agree with him. His projects would not be suitable on the eve of a trip like that to Gondor. So looking at consoles himself get out of bed and move toward the entrance of the tent.

A last look, one last hesitation. Aragorn Legolas almost hoped that you change your mind and stay.

But these are addressed one of his usual smiles and exits, leaving close the curtain behind him.

The man sighs and goes back on the pillow, to be sure that this time be able to dream of something better in the few hours of sleep that are left.