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[Merlin] And I do not deserve the best I?

Fandom: Merlin
Character: Merlin
set themes: Set 4 - Beauty and the Beast
Prompt: 08. "And I do not deserve the best I?"
Rating: PG
Warning: General, Flashfic (500 words exactly), Fluff, Romance
Table: Here
DISCLAIMER: The characters in these stories are not my own, but belong to the BBC and some for them. From these stories we do not return anything.



And I do not deserve the best I?

had won yet another tournament.
He had fought bravely - that Merlin could not deny it - but now he'd have to put up with all the arrogance of the royal ass.
The blond walked beside him. He was stating the its wonderful characteristics that made him the winner of that race.
was boasting that night because his father - the king - had held a banquet in his honor, his infallible power to exalt, not be found wanting.
And Merlin was standing there, listening with only half an ear full of arrogance that those words could never be a change.
Although he was come to Camelot, Arthur was minimally changed, that its facade of perpetual need for attention by any living being, would never be changed.
"... and I do not deserve the best I?" Finally he heard the blond, who looked at him full of himself.
"Sure ..." he whispered with a false allegiance.
"Merlin!"
was only then that he realized that he had spoken aloud.
"Yes?" He asked with an innocent expression.
"How many more times I must repeat that I am the prince?"
"Oh trust me ..." Merlin nodded fervently. "You do it too often already."
" Merlin!"
"..."
"Want me to send you to shame and leave us to rot along with the vegetables and fruit?"
that was a rhetorical question, is not it?
Merlin raised an eyebrow slightly, gently biting her lip with his teeth to keep from replicating.
He was sure he would not answer or no answer made the difference.
Arthur would also sent to the pillory. Even if the
envisioned.
An immense crowd of citizens who can not wait to be able to delight him throwing rotten fruit.
What then, what we are so pleasant, had never understood.
True, that could be a way to discharge their personal frustrations ...
But why just download those frustrations on him? He had no pro
be the 'personal assistant' the Crown Prince.
He had absolutely no pro.
Merlin had not noticed that he stopped, being bewildered, with the armor of the prince in his hands.
"Merlin you want to move? There are many things I want to do before tonight ... And of course you must do your part! "

No. He had absolutely no pro.

***

Merlin did not think it would ever change his mind.
Not so soon, at least.
He was in the bed of the blonde next to him with the prince.
They had just spent some intense moments, particularly involving and that left him breathless.
But he felt satisfied.
definitely satisfied.
"What's that smile of your lips?" Felt request by Arthur.
"Well ... you who say, and I do not deserve the best I?"
"What would you suggest with this?"
"Obviously I am the meg-"
But the dark he could not finish his sentence that the prince was again on top of him, kissing him possessively.
Definitely better than the pillory.
Definitely better than the thirsty crowd that he wanted to see it full of fruit and vegetables march right into his pants.
Definitely better than anything else.
Together they were perfect.

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[Slam Dunk] Diamonds

Fandom: Slam Dunk

Torque: Kaede Rukawa / Hanamichi Sakuragi

set of issues: September 6- Aladdin

Prompt: 07. Diamonds

Rating: PG

Genre: fluff , AU, romantic

Disclaimer: The characters are not mine, all rights reserved to the master Inoue, the story is not written for profit.

Notes: shonen-ai.
The following story, although the writing is first and foremost, is thought to be the third side story Our Life Is Gonna Change . Although he has not read the long fic (currently in progress), however the story is easily read as a story in itself. The title is very trivial
-.-

A Diamond is forever

With his nose pressed against the glass of a center of luxury jewelry, Hanamichi wonder at window dressing.
Kaede, a few steps from him, snorted pulling the arm to force him to break away and continue walking.
"Come on, Doah! Or we'll be late! "The incentives, but the red seemed devoid of ears, too busy with his analysis.
"Hey, wait, Kaede, look! That's perfect, is not it? "Interrupted, in turn, taking him by the elbow, pulling with his renowned grace toward you.
Rukawa looked up to heaven exhausted, they were wandering the streets of Tokyo since early morning looking for a gift for his sister to congratulate him for the upcoming engagement that evening. They had decided last
out to look for something cute, but could not find anything that would appeal to both, or to different tastes of the two for the price too high or gift.
"What?" Surrendered once the fox. "There are plenty of jewels!"
Hanamichi wrinkled her nose and mouth hurt, "Of course you, romance zero, eh?" I retorted.
Then, pointed his finger at the center of the glass, leaving the imprint of the finger which then would have to order a swift clean.
"Now you see it? Look, there is that ring, bearing purple. It is the most beautiful of all, no? You'll see how it will be happy! "Enthuses.
"You're still the same megalomaniac ..." says the fox to watch the first jewelry show him the red: a silver ring with diamond, finely crafted.
"No!" he said peremptorily.
"Eeeh, why?"
"Doah, you saw how much it costs? We can not afford it ... "
" stingy "stopped him making his tongue.
Rukawa ignored him: "... and that's a loner, is the guy who gives the future bride," he explained.
"Aaaah, I did not know!" Hanamichi was surprised, following his companion in the main streets, casting a last glance to the ring.
"It was really beautiful, but ... it will be what you say then, a diamond is forever! "notes that the happy and Rukawa smiled. The
really did these things so romantic to her Hanamichi now understood that.

*

"Congratulations!"
"Congratulations!"
A clink of glasses hoped the two newly-engaged couple much happiness. Hanamichi went to the festivities, radiant, friends and relatives greeted with big smiles.
"Nh ... so you've got made "congratulated Rukawa giving two kisses on the cheek.
"Hey," she marveled. "What do I have the honor and privilege, Kaede?"
"Nh, the Doah forced me!"
She laughed: "I imagined, thank you, Hana!" Smiled the boy who took to the red beside him elbowed.
"Sometimes I get any doubts that you'll be a fox, rather more like a donkey shod and dressed!" I scolded.
"Scusalo" he turned to the girl. "This is for you! "he said, handing her a blue box. The young
unwrapped the package and was amazed: "Thanks, I'm beautiful!" Was moved, from the case by pulling out a pair of earrings of aquamarine blue! "
" good luck gift to the bride something blue! "said the dark, watching her try them right away.
"It's not the diamond that I had seen on display, but your brother has made the difficult!" Hanamichi poked it, causing the girl's laughter.
"Di Do not worry about this, I who thought of everything! "he said, showing his left hand and wearing the ring alone.
"Wow!" Murmured the astonished red. "It is also larger than what we have seen us!"
"I told you, Doah" pointed Rukawa.
"The bigger the diamond the greater the love he feels for the other person" made sure of his girlfriend the story.
"Really?" Rukawa Hanamichi was surprised and snorted, giving him the Doah, and her sister if she laughed in his sleeve.
"I'm kidding, Hana ... even if it was not a diamond but a simple plastic ring was the same for me, love can not be quantified by a costly jewel," he explained with a sweet smile.



* "Did you see it was pleased with your sister?" Said the red lay in bed and sit back under the covers, finally relaxing after a long day.
"Yeah ... I'm happy for her! "Rukawa said, pulling off her jeans and wearing an old shirt that used for the night, reaching the boy to bed.
"Really? I was not really that nice to your brother at the beginning, if I remember correctly? "Took him around the red, extending their arms and dragging his companion to himself.
"Doah not ... You'll be so cheap!" Kaede rebuked him, stroking his hair, combing the fringe back.
"I say yes ..." he whispered, Rossini, raising his head to reach the lips of the dark, involving him in a breathless kiss.
Rukawa slid his hands under the sheet, looking for those of companion, intertwining their fingers and taking them over the head of Hanamichi.
When they parted, red Rukawa slowly opened his eyes and let go on his hands, watching intently.
Hanamichi raised his face, carrying the closed fist in front of the face.
"What," asked little feeling something tickle the palm.
"Open it and find out ..." he murmured Rukawa moving away from his body and stendendoglisi next, approaching him with one arm.
Hanamichi carefully parted his hand and took two fingers between the three small diamonds that Rukawa had given him.
amazement he could not believe his eyes: "I am what I think?"
"If I'm not mistaken, someone said that they are forever ..."
"But, Kaede, when did you get? Where you found them, they are ... "
" Rough diamonds, no more rare than you think. "
" But it will cost you a fortune! "Scolded closing the palm.
Rukawa shook his head: "Although this is less than you think and I do not care ..."
"Why?"
"Do not imagine that?"
"Honestly, right now , I'm too surprised and amazed to think, so tell me clearly what ... "
" I'm asking you to marry me, Doah "
" Sorry? "
" Will you marry me? "asked new point-blank. Hanamichi
And he found himself, with his heart in turmoil, to respond without thinking, "Yes ... yes, yes, yes, yes, I want it!"
before throwing him to his companion and squeeze it tightly excited.
"It will be forever!"



Final notes: I have purposely put the name of the sister of Rukawa perhaps because not all follow the story to which it refers, so I wanted to make it understandable even taking AU itself as a pure and simple.
I hope the ending is not too romantic and not expired in the molasses and the schmaltz, I just maybe snatch a final awwh, that is.
How to set chosen the amount of each prompt is the cartoon of Dinsey 'Aladin' and then in the fanfic I've added another, who can find? ;)

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[Merlin] Just a memory.

Fandom: Merlin
Character: Merlin
set of issues: Sep 4 - Beauty and the Beast
Prompt: 05. Castle
Rating: PG Warning
: General, Drabble (100 words exactly)
Table: Here
DISCLAIMER : The characters in these stories are not my own, but belong to the BBC and some for them. From these stories we do not return anything.




Just a memory.

Merlin remembered when his mother used to tell stories of kings and queens, princes and ladies
,
surrounded by the mighty knights who protected their realm,
sure that no one could enter and groped to destroy it.
He told of their lives, their habits inside.
He told of those castles with high walls,
built with the toil and sweat of the subjects of the kingdom. He dreamed
the small Merlin,
hoping that one day he could see with his own eyes one of the great castles,
would have known that one of those King
The discovery on its fate was then still a long way.

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[Supernatural] Burning

Fandom: Supernatural
Character: Adam Milligan
set of themes: September 7 - The Lion King
Prompt: 08. No rules no responsibility
Rating: PG13
Warning: What if?, Spoilers up to 06x10
DISCLAIMER: Adam Milligan and Supernatural belong to Kripke, the CW and having right, with this gain nothing written there.

Burning

"Adam? Is that you? "
felt that familiar voice call for a name as familiar.
barely opened his eyes, feeling the discomfort that comes when the light is switched on suddenly after hours spent in the dark. Yet there was no light, even a meager flashlight to illuminate what looked like a slightly foggy night.
"Adam?"
Another voice called his name, too familiar.
It was decided to look up the two individuals standing at the side to him, trying to focus.
Dean Winchester.
Sam Winchester. Winch-
Adam Milligan.
names surfaced in his mind with a spontaneity that left him stunned, and realized that was quell'Adam who continued to call him.
"Adam?" The voice of Dean was not just worried, was also skeptical.
incredulous, as if he were to be there, like a mirage, only made of flesh and bone.
"Dean." He mumbled trying to get up and immediately helped the other.
from his older brother, reminded his mind.
"How is it possible," asked Sam, with a slight note of irritation in his voice.
"Let's get out of here, then we will investigate." Dean snapped, taking him by the arm and guiding it to un'Impala black.
their father's car, she whispered again that voice inside your head.
Adam felt confused.
What happened?
Why was there, in a physical state is so battered by almost believe him to be recovering from a bad wrestling match? Why
his brain sent the pulse combustion delay, remember things as basic as the same name that was supposed he should already know?
closed his eyes, tired and dizzy.



*** When he awoke Castiel - another memory from his head to burst out slow - the slid one hand inside the body, without experiencing the pain that would have tried, without reminding him that he was an angel and that whatever he was doing was probably for his own good.
"There." Castiel said, pointing to Dean once withdrew her hand after having left there lying on the bed sore.
"Thank goodness." Dean sighed wearily rubbing his hands over his face.
Sam was sitting on the bed in the room, looking away as if his mind was miles away from them.
Adam coughed violently, realizing that there was half a centimeter of his body that did not hurt but the pain was more of a spiritual and physical. Something that he could not explain.
"But it's battered." Castiel said, always turned to Dean, after a moment's hesitation.
"In that sense battered?" Asked the other, and a gray shadow passed through the eyes of Sam.
"Michael and Lucifer." Confined himself to answer the angel.
"W-what happened?" Adam asked, trying to sit up and realized that this was probably he was in the room of some seedy motel.
"I do not remember anything?" Sam spoke for the first time.
"N-no." Strained to say the boy, succeeding with a huge effort to sit down.
"Michael has taken possession of your body, my Lucifer, the one we fought against each other and eventually we ended up locked up in some cage hell in hell indeed. And Michael and Lucifer started to play ping pong with our souls, that is why yours is battered. "Sam explained in one breath.
"Sam," Dean interjected.
"What? He has a right to know "said Sam, rising shooting irritated.
Adam slumped back on the bed, his head throbbed violently, and felt a slight feeling of nausea seize him. He closed his eyes, the last thing he remembered was to be trapped in a strange room, then was surrounded by a blinding light and a voice had come mightily in his head ... Michael.
In reality it was a memory rather confusing and strange, a statement so absurd that hardly seem real.
closed his eyes and sank back exhausted into unconsciousness.

***

He opened his eyes suddenly, the sound of an inhuman scream that only then realized come from his own throat. There was something burning inside him, something he was trying to set fire to his whole being.
"That's why I'm damn better that way. - Was told to Sam, as she sat beside him and grabbed him by the shoulders trying to calm him down - Do some deep breaths and try to relax. "
Sure, he was easy.
But, to his astonishment, following the advice of his brother slowly burning disappeared.
"Are you better how?" He asked after a while ', when his breath came regularly.
"Soul. - Answered the other by Adam shrugged and stared. - I too have returned from Lucifer cage like you, only that those who brought me here has forgotten a piece of me down there. For this first case has controlled the state of your soul. "
" Who brought me here? "Said Adam, whose mind was desperately trying to piece together all the pieces of the puzzle, with little result.
"We do not know, Dean is investigating."
"And you? Who were you given? "
" It can not be the same person. - Sam replied, according to the logical thread of thoughts of his younger brother - the demon that pulled me out of the sub is dead. "he added, as if they do not give anything.
"My soul ... it is she who is so bad? "
" Yeah, that bastard. "
" You can not live without a soul ... "Adam whispered, more to himself than to Sam. It was impossible, right? But there were so many things in which he believed before a ghoul kill him and his mother, and had proved more wrong than the other.
"I'm alive." Confined himself to meet Sam.
"E. .. do not suffer? "Adam closed his tired eyes, what questions were you doing? It was obvious that Sam did not suffer indeed.
"No, but I suffer a lot if they can bring back the soul. As you are suffering much worse because you and those two sons of bitches will have found my soul much more attractive than yours. "Sam clenched his fists and Adam realized that someone - probably Dean - was trying to save his soul lost and he did not want. How could not she wanted his life?
"And how are you? I mean without a soul. "He asked opening his eyes.
"No rule, no responsibility. - Sam answered simply. - If you have something inside that commands you, you're basically free. "
Adam was about to reply, but the fire burning inside him again with more violence than before.
screamed again and then lost consciousness.

***

burning again, but this time in his head.
not remember where he was or why not even remember his name.
He knew only that his presence there was wrong, he felt deep in his chest and hidden in the recesses of his mind was on fire.
There was only darkness around him, dark and distant voices calling him by name incessantly, in panic, fear, denial of fate that you were doing before their eyes, again.
And then nothing.



*** On his deathbed, Sam and Dean watched his lifeless body, a soul consumed by too much evidence to support the weight of a new existence.
wondered why Adam was brought back to life, how and by whom.
Dean wondered why they were touched to see him die a third time without ever having had the opportunity to know, not really.
Sam wondered why Dean did not desist from about give him his damn soul.

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[Sherlock Holmes] Ghosts of Powder

Fandom: Sherlock Holmes;
Pairing: Holmes / Watson
Rating: Pg ;
Genre: Angst, Introspective.
Warning: January (or maximum Pre-Slash), Missing de Moment "The Return of Sherlock Holmes - The Adventure of the Empty House" ;
Summary : seemed that he had to go home any minute, but his body had fallen into the Reichenbach Falls . [ ...] And I - all of us, even those rooms - I stayed back .
Notes: Written the prompt 10 - "Surrender is for rookies," the Set8 of 10disneyfic , and prompt 83. Image taken from my portfolio of Maritombola of maridichallenge .

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[Pimping Authorized] Sherlock Holmes Remix 2010

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that hitting is? You say, still bleary-eyed sleep * Hikaru calmly drinks his cappuccino Pharaonic * and I'm here to answer all your curiosity:

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Happy Birthday, Damn!

Hello everyone, I am a post puccioso, wrote to wish happy birthday happy birthday to give more pucciosa the world ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥


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just because you're damned most of puccia world. But I'm sure you know already, unless you're not in one of your times emotional, but in that case I should hit you instead of jumping ... then behold, you should be aware of your pucciosità. I'm babbling useless things, I know. This is the beauty of direct, no? xD * Vahly feels a bit 'embarrassed, because he is not accustomed to public fuss, doh * However, really, I think you're a fantastic person. I listen to when Ciancio for hours of useless things, when emizzo, when I complain when they are angry and I say to anyone other than who I should say. You are cheerful, friendly, Wubbo when you should scold, and you can always put in a good mood. And even your flaws, such as procrastination and incurable pesaculismo by e-good-evil inside Satan (puccia too) are adorable. I am so glad I know. And I also do a small thank you to the community
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But, eh. And in the meantime, check the box of the email, which just posted this post (such as bystanders and passing merchants who trade, even after posting it) (you are allowed to not understand this. Read Shrimp hurts xD). But two lines for my child not yet born I wanted to spend. At least, to say why that plot has been chosen as the plot. First, was to be on Supernatural . For despite Sera, what you most is Supernatural fangirl. Then she had to be Destiel because you Destiel the like, and write a Wincest was not right because it is one thing I would do anyway, without having to make gifts. It had to have a no-memory ! Dean because the fic through which we met had a no-memory! Dean, and I felt something puccia resume issue. Then she had to be a oneshot, which otherwise do not Facebo to the finish. But the last point might as well not exist, because I have not finished though. And so was born
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[Authorized Pimping] Sherlock Holmes Remix 2010

Baldi young hopefuls, I'm here to publicize the new initiative holmes_ita ; directly from the fandom and Anglophone wolfstar_ita , who imported the idea here, announces the opening of the first Sherlock Holmes Remix !

that hitting is? You say, still bleary-eyed sleep * Hikaru calmly drinks his cappuccino Pharaonic * and I'm here to answer all your curiosity:

The remix is a fest that is based on the concept of a fair exchange of fanfic; a game where, if all do their duty, each wrote a fic and each receives one. But, in particular, this fest is based on the notion that every story can be told in many ways. Then the participants are invited to stake their jobs because they are remixed by someone else, and together to produce in turn a remix. The system also is based on combinations: each remixer will be determined by the mod an author whose other works point to the one remix, which must remain secret until the end of the fest.

More information: HERE .

The Remix is open not only to canonverse fic, but in any fandom has to do with Sherlock Holmes: movieverse, Sherlock BBC, Crossover, RPS, etc etc.
So do not be acted upon immediately and do your thing! We confidently expect * C *

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[Merlin] Royal Dinner.

Fandom: Merlin
Character: Merlin, Arthur Pendragon
set themes: Set 4 - Beauty and the Beast
Prompt: 06. "You dine with me tonight. It is not an invitation! "
Rating: PG Warning
: General, One Shot
Table: Here
DISCLAIMER: The characters in these stories are not my own, but belong to the BBC and some for them. From these stories we do not return anything.



Royal Dinner.


were days now that Merlin had a breather.
The upcoming tournament will be played in a few days, had put the entire agitation in Camelot, first of all Arthur. The King waited
allies and opponents of the neighboring kingdoms with their mighty heirs who were the real protagonists of that challenge.
These would clash with each other in the name of their families, and would have had to show everyone their value and their pride fighting fairly and courageously.
great glory, accompanied by a large sum of money, the winner would be recognized.
Obviously the ass real Camelot could not afford to look bad in such an occasion. There was too much at stake gratitude for being able to remain indifferent.
Upon hearing the news than good news, the heir to the throne had begun his servant pushed around more than normal.
workouts had become ever tighter, and those with his men, who trains diligently every day, it seemed he had more than enough.
So Merlin was forced to having to help his master to practice constantly, and day after day.
When evening fell Accommodation includes dividing the servant for some years with Gaius, he felt his last strength in his body left permanently.
The purple bruises that decorated her skin grew worse day by day. And soon they were added to those deep scratches that sometimes had bled profusely.
Merlin knew that Arthur did not intentionally gave him that pain, but the blond did not seem to see that the frail body of his body was gradually more and more debilitating.



*** This morning the dark he woke up later than expected and without having time to put something in his teeth he immediately went into the rooms of the prince, where the latter had served up an endless list of tasks that would have to play before lunch.
He then attended the royal dining room, not without spilling the wine out of the cup of the king - and thus be warned by Uther for his lack of attention - and then run again in the halls of the fair and complete tasks that do not had concluded that morning.
He was then called by Arthur himself so that he could assist them during the slack in the early afternoon.
"Merlin you want to move? We do not have to wait all day for you. "
The dark sighed, clutching the arms swords that would have served to blonde and its riders for training, advancing rapidly toward the blond.
was the third time they change their weapons, and each time the boy was due to pick up those heavy tools in the armory, and then come back to them and supporting him in every single request.
The sun that afternoon was really intense and Merlin seemed that the rays of the sun entered directly into his body, leaving no way to breathe. He had almost reached
Arthur and his knights, when suddenly one thousand tiny fireflies of different colors to completely obscured the view.
After that nothing.

When he opened his eyes, Merlin is found in his bed.
As was done there?
out a little head to one side, and notice that did not rule out the window all night.
Nor dawn.
He tried to get up, pivoting with his elbows on the mattress, but a strong thick head prevented him from making any movement.
"Keep still."
Gaius's voice came harsh to his ears.
"Gaius?" Merlin asked, implicitly trying to explain that situation.
"You had a faint and you fainted."
the voice of the surgeon was an obvious note of concern.
"And the training?" Instinctively asked the Moor.
Arthur had failed and had to say as soon as it surely would have had the chance.
'E' was the prince to bring you here. Now try to rest a bit 'and not think about anything. "
Merlin saw the old man disappeared behind the door, let alone in his room. The dark left
drop the head on the pillow, trying to clear my head of worries.
But it was not easy. Involuntarily
had combined another of his and knew that soon would have to remedy that situation.

***

shivered from the cold that the contrast with the cold water had brought on his skin.
Merlin had rested all afternoon and dusk had already started to peep into the sky.
He wiped his body with a wet cloth and then took a clean shirt.
descended the stairs of his room to reach the room with Gaius and just when she found herself about to put the garment, the main door opened, and Arthur appeared from behind it. The prince saw the dark
stay for a few seconds in silence, taking the first eyes on him and move towards the old man who was in the room, then return to scrutinize his body. Merlin slowly lowered his eyes stand out particularly noting the purple stains on her skin clear and hastened to cover them with clean clothes, finally finishing dressing.
"It has taken over?" He asked the blonde to the surgeon, as if Merlin had not been in that room.
"More or less, Sire." He saw the heir
nod to the man's words seriously, then saw him turn toward you.
"Tonight ash pan with me and without giving him time to reply in any way, she heard him add," and it is not an invitation. "
The Moor looked quiet.
When he was sure that you understand well what Arthur had just said, curled eyebrows doubtfully.
"Are you sure?"
"Of course I'm sure."
Then she saw him disappear behind the door, leaving him and Gaius to scrutinize one another, in search of an answer to what had just happened.
Why the prince wanted to have dinner with him?
not had time to finish his duties that day. Losing the good time would be beneficial not only to eat a lot of his work. Not to mention Arthur
would be even more angry with him. Maybe
but that invitation would have meant that it would have been raised from carrying out his duties for that day.
sighed heavily, fearing that this would not bring anything good.

***

was not the first time he found himself eating with Arthur.
When they used to go hunting, sometimes they had stopped in some tavern - in disguise - and had behaved like two perfect peers, enjoying the delicacies that were served on time. And those times he was not served, but to be served. Merlin had found them a pleasant moment.
But staying in that room, alone with the prince, he seemed somewhat surreal. But he had to admit that on that table were all kinds of goodness, one that could hardly be in a tavern. All
groceries that usually it was him that served to blonde. Why
Arthur had hosted that evening to dine with him? He raised
gaze to the blond and saw him inviting us to put into the pot what would have preferred. He had already started to use, and had filled his plate of meat and sausages.
He should not have to think of training instead of being there and eat all that stuff?
"The tournament is in two days, sire," he tried to point out the other dark.
"I know."
"So why are we here?" He asked again.
"For dinner?" Said a veil of irony, the heir to the throne.
Merlin poured on his plate a bit 'of hot soup. He seemed very inviting and considering that the meat had never attracted so much, he thought that he would fully satisfied his taste.
"And your evening workout?" Then tried again.
"I can well do without. I am fit enough, you do not you think? "Merlin
found himself nodding automatically to that question.
Even if he tried to argue, Arthur would surely have found a way to reshoot the thing in its favor.
"Do you hurt?"
The dark rose head shot, a spoon with the soup in the air. The
looked inquisitive.
"What?" He asked, and then bring the soup to your mouth and feel it slide down his hot throat.
"I have bruises on the body."
Ah, those.
"No," she found herself lying.
" Merlin."
He demanded the truth?
"Yes, Sir" nodded. "But the remedy of Gaius are truly miraculous," he added, trying to lighten the conversation.
had not yet learned to use his magic to be able to treat that type of injury, despite having tried several times.
It was totally unnecessary and probably the lack of physical and mental strength he had not helped at all.
"You are excused from your duties until you will be taken."
"But Arthur ... the tournament is in two days. "
" I know. "
" How to do extra training, "asked the servant insistent.
"E 'Merlin a tournament, not a battle. My life does not depend on the outcome this challenge. "
The dark one had seen him so serious a few times since he came to Camelot.
"And not yours." He felt it added.
He realized at that moment. The blond had seen the wounds he had inflicted and perhaps he felt guilty. Release from his commitment was his way to apologize. Or at least liked to be understood as Merlin.
"Thank You" nodded the servant goes back to eating quietly. The world was
inversion.
She had never thanked him so openly, except on the rare occasions in which they had saved each other's lives.
It had happened many times to see Arthur so quiet.
And most had never seen so much worry for him.

"Are you sure Essert cibato enough?" The skeptic said the heir to the throne after some time.
"Do not worry, it's okay."
was determined to bring the pieces of meat that he had not touched a Gaius. Even his mentor was very concerned for his health and what would be the perfect way to thank him for what he did for him every day. He knew that
would surely have appreciated.
He picked up the large tray on which he had neatly placed the dishes in the kitchen and send those to carry around and was about to leave when Arthur called him back to himself.
"See that you always have something substantial to eat. I do not want to see you back on the ground completely unconscious. "
" Thank you Lord. "He asserted grateful to the Moor. He saw the other
smiling slightly.
"Now go." He felt it added.
Merlin was about to open the door when he stopped just before the threshold, turning.
He wanted to tell him that he was proud of him and that no one would ever expect such a gesture on his part.
He wanted to tell him that fate finally appreciated that he had tied to Camelot and was proud to stand by his side, even when he did work hard from morning to evening.
Because in the end had what it takes to become a great king, because a good heart and brave.
But just smiled back.
"Thanks," he repeated.
Then he disappeared behind the door, heading in the kitchen.
While waiting for him two days of complete rest, in his heart he knew that he could not stay away from Prince during the tournament.
Watching those fights from the stands would have only increased his concern on the other and knew that in any case you would find in the tent of the blonde to make sure that armor - which both had struggled to understand how the prince should wear - was firmly in his body.
He knew he silently cheered his victory, when Arthur would raise his sword in triumph and he knew that he would be ready then to put up with the thousand words of arrogance and self-glorification that the blond would cheerfully to himself.
But it would go so well.
After happiness the other was his. And that day she understood to be worth something to the prince.
smiled to himself as he walked down the long corridors of the castle.
The road to accompany the blonde to the throne would probably still very long and many were his duties.
But now, with new certainty that he knew that everything would be different.

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[Merlin] The tears of Uther Pendragon (2 / 10)

Author: ladymacbeth77
Title: The Tears of Uther Pendragon
Fandom: "Merlin"
Torque: Uther / Morgana
Set topics: September 4 - "Beauty and the Beast"
Prompt: Castle
Rating: G
Party: 2 / 10
Genre: introspective, dramatic, death! Fic
Word count: 391
Plot: possible start of the third season (going on the air now, I only know some spoilers). Morgan returns to the castle of Camelot a year after his death. What happened? And as Uther will react?
Disclaimer: the characters belong to the tradition and the BBC, I there are only amused.
Notes: know the tragedy of seeing one of your favorite characters raped by hired writers and heartless? Here, then you know how I feel when I talk about Morgan, I love that character since "The Mists of Avalon" by Marion Zimmer Bradley and I also appreciated the first season of "Merlin." Then came the second season and from there the drama. Honestly I do not know what will happen in season three, so I started to think about it. This story is what I was born. The beginning is the plot of the first episode, from which the story takes its title. [EDIT] Now we are at the end of the season and of course I'm late. Morgan has improved and worsened at the same time (too many smiles, damn! We understood that you are bad! XD). Luckily I've been waiting to go on, so now I have new material;) If you have the patience to follow ... Spoiler of the third season!
Written with alternative viewpoints. Written for 10disneyfic

Chapter 1



Castle Camelot me again open, welcoming back within its walls the lost sheep that has pretended to find the way sheepfold. Place both hands on your arm and let me take you along the long corridors, up to my room that is intact, as if I had preserved for me. I am convinced that you did it, did you kept clean and tidy, thinking that sooner or later I'd come back to you.
is true, I'm back. But that's not to love you the way you want, no. To get my revenge, that you deserve for everything you did to me. What have you done to me, to my mother, my father, my sister, my people. To my real family that is not you.
alight Your lips on my forehead and I shyly looked down, pointing to a faint smile.
I can almost feel your heart beat under his fingers when I put them gently on your chest. That heart that I would just rip it with my own hands, leaving then dying at my feet.

Castle Camelot opens the door as you saw in the corridor that leads to your room. It's like you left, I wanted everything to be in place when you'd come back to me, my daughter.
I take her face in her hands and I kiss her forehead, stifling a sob against your skin fresh and delicate. Old age has made me sentimental, everything makes me move. A year ago it was the sorrow for your absence, now is the joy of your return.
Morgana, I would tell the whole truth about your birth, but I know you would not understand. You can not do and I do not want to lose you again, I do not want to lose you and Arthur, you're all that I have left.
"Rest, my sweet lady," I whisper looking for your blue eyes and losing myself in them, like years ago I was lost in those of your mother. "Rest, Currently you have nothing to fear, I'll protect you. "
At these words, for a moment, I see a bad smile distorted his lips. I close my eyes and open them again, perplexed, and again there is only your sweet face looking at me with love.
was just an illusion, there is no evil in you. It's my heart told me, my old father's heart that suffers with you, loves you. He lives with you.

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[Merlin] Like The Beauty and The Beast.

Fandom: Merlin
Character: Merlin / Arthur
set of issues: Sep 4 - Beauty and the Beast
Prompt: 02. "It is not right for a woman to read, are the strange ideas in his head"
Rating: PG15
Warning: Fluff, Melancholy, General, One Shot, Slash!
Table: Here
DISCLAIMER: The characters in these stories are not my own, but belong to the BBC and some for them. From these stories we do not return anything.



Like the Beauty and the Beast.

That evening they decided to gather together to spend some 'time in the company, as now not happened for centuries.
The merry band had ended up invading a new apartment that Arthur, Merlin and Gwaine separated by a few weeks.
House would be too small Lancelot, Gwen and Morgana had not yet detached from their nest, and more were all curious to see how he could go on the strange coexistence of three boys. It was clear to most that between Arthur and Gwaine blood did not flow very good.
But the evening was spending a quiet, including challenges to the wii, pizza delivery and lots of laughter.
After dinner the girls had insisted on watching Beauty and the Beast on Disney Channel.
"What you have, two years?" was the comment by Arthur. Morgana had glared at him and he was stationed categorically Gwen on the couch together, forget it.
The boys were instead sat at the table in the living room, just off the TV, and had taken to whispering to each other.
Merlin felt strangely good that night. He had really missed that feeling of pure happiness that pervaded every time he was with his friends.
went to live in London - and have the opportunity to know them - it was the best choice he could take. Knew he had to thank his mother - who had pushed in that direction - because he had found a new life.
had known Arthur and others, and in a short time had established a strong link between them all.
When the blond asked him to move in with him, Merlin had been in a strange situation. She knew early on that even Gwaine - known in the bar where she worked - was looking for a place to stay, but he was also aware that he and Arthur were not exactly best friends, but in the end - still did not know how - had decided to look for an apartment together, in order to split the costs and try to save some '.
Within days he had been catapulted into a parallel world.
stay in close contact with the two was not as he had expected. Sometimes
between those four walls could hear some little dig, or in most cases and meekly whispered softly, especially by Gwaine. But nothing so tragic, as they had previously imagined.
The two had found a way to live together, not counting too much on each other.
For its part, however, Merlin believed stay in close contact with the blond had meant to put at risk - though - his own life.
Ritrovarselo early in the morning, half naked and with his voice hoarse from sleep completely mixed - and sometimes booze from the night before - had increased his chances of becoming the victim of a potential heart attack. The dark
understood to be completely fucked up when she met Arthur. With that so haughty and arrogant, the blond had been breached in his heart, leaving him with no alternative but to totally miss him. Merlin, however, had not revealed to anyone, even if he and the others had gone to live together, the Moor had noticed something different in the blond, who in every moment - and not - had become extremely possessive him. Especially when you were in the same room together with Gwaine. Merlin was not
reached a sensible conclusion, but he knew that Arthur had all those little gestures that fused together, tended to make his life a living hell. He knew that sooner or later would explode, which would declare his feelings to the blonde and that would combine a total mess. But probably
Arthur's behavior was dictated only by his thirst for wanting to feel more important, to know to be served and revered as a prince, and flattered, as his vain side would never find satisfaction.
be back together, however, for once, Merlin made him feel truly happy.
Occasionally the Moor was part of the conversation that the others were involving them, paying But attention to the images that ran on television.
He had always wondered why just before the Christmas season were broadcast around the footage that Disney had baked over the years.
probably served to make soften the hearts of people, so as to push them to buy gifts for friends and run the economy well.
After everyone had seen at least once in your life that film, and it was difficult to remain completely indifferent.
Merlin shook his head slightly when he saw Gaston appear on the screen. The rooster in the hen house ...

Tsk. was too arrogant for his tastes. In that scene
Belle was annoying, trying to read a book.
He saw the guy pull it out of hand, blurted
"It's not fair that a woman will read ... The strange ideas in his head!"
What an idiot.
The dark he could not stop the thought. He had not even noticed that he completely abandoned his conversation with others, and to have turned his whole body toward the TV to follow the film.
He thought it was a story that females, but underneath he had always liked.
images flowing fluid and well cared for those drawings could not help but give him a sense of satisfaction while watching.
When Gaston began to sing, Merlin Morgana noticed that Arthur had begun to set.
It was not long before the blond one would notice. The dark
saw Arthur raised an eyebrow, while implicitly asked the sister to spit on any decision he wanted to give him.
He knew all too well.
"You are the same as him" and then she exhaled mocking, pointing to the boy who was busy singing the big screen plasma.
"Not true. In not-"
" The strongest? "Interjected Gwaine.
"The best?" Lancelot continued.
"Brainless?" Concluded Merlin amused.
"Hey." The Moor saw the other approach them, and then receive from him a sound slap on the head.
"gourd" the blond replied acidly.
"I said only the truth," the boy said plaintively rubbing the point of impact.
" Merlin! "
He never stopped using quell'intonazione. The dark
looked at him with the most angelic air that he could pull off.
"I find that most resembles the Beast ..." Gwen exhaled.
All turned toward her, curious to know his thoughts at length.
"Yes ..." she began in a tone of obvious, "this side to be tough and hard is just a mask. In fact I think Arthur is good and kind, even if it fails to admit the am-"
" We realized Gwen, thank you. "
biodno looked at the Merlin, which had blocked the girl to end up preventing the speech he had begun.
He had something in his nervous expression.
The boys dropped that argument goes back to talking about other things while the girls were once again plunged into the film.
But Merlin had continued to watch Arthur without a word, unable to explain why things had had to take that turn.
L ' am - It had to be
love the missing word.
Arthur fell in love with a girl and had not told him anything.
He considered him a friend so little? Why
Gwen had gone to a confiding and he had not said anything? He thanked
mentally because they never had the courage to express his feelings.
A gay who claims to a hetero.
would surely destroy their friendship.
was a hopeless case.



*** The evening had ended well, apart from the inner conflicts of Merlin.
The girls had finished watching the film, the boys had played their final game to the Wii and then we were greeted. The dark
had just changed clothes, wearing a heavy fleece pajamas.
He had not yet used to the cold of London.
He walked down the hall, when, passing in front of Arthur's room, he heard himself called:
"Merlin!" He could not
not even go to the bathroom now?
It overlooks the room, leaning his hands against the door frame.
"Yes," he asked.
"You admit you know?" Said Arthur, beautifully laid out on his bed with his hands behind his head flow. Why
had to be so damn perfect?
You can not have it.
"What," asked the dark, trying to push that stupid little voice that was threatened in his mind.
"Whether you like it."
"Do not talk nonsense." He hastened to respond rashly. The
found.
He knew that he had betrayed himself. The tone in which he said had left at least three tones higher than its normal. And he also knew Arthur would never have believed it, even if he had continued to deny the clear evidence.
're screwed.
"You know there would be no harm ..." had taken over the blond.
The thousand voices that were made off the head of Merlin, creating a chaotic third world war, quieted in a moment. Stared at him, trying to understand what he meant by that phrase.
He had a chance?
not .

yet ... No, it could be.
Arthur was in love with a girl. Gwen had done well understood. For him there was never any space in the heart of the blonde.
He walked away from the doorway and went to the bathroom.
I might as well accept it, things would never change each other.
He was to lower the door handle when he felt something pull back.
Arthur took him of weight and had thrown to the wall of the corridor.
"You're an idiot" I felt blow against his lips before you kiss.
Merlin could clearly perceive the language of his search for Arthur, tame and ride it in a never-ending dance.
The Moor came off a bit 'from him, reluctantly, significantly short of breath.
"Gwaine ..." she whispered.
He could see them.
But just mumbled the name Merlin felt carried away by Arthur in his room, then to resume where they left.
feel the essence of the blonde invade his nostrils, completely drugged.
When the great Arthur's hands began to wander over her body, understood to have arrived in paradise.

***

"Gwen was right before."
Merlin lying on the bed of Arthur, had barely exhaled that phrase, being careful not to disturb too much the blond, who was dozing next to him. Then she saw him look at him inquiringly.
"When he said that you like the beast," replied the dark, with a shrug.
"Tsk." He felt the more irritated snort.
'It is true instead. Underneath this facade is beautiful and impossible, it is really is the heart of a lion! "
" Watch Merlin ... La prossima volta che ti dimentichi le chiavi di casa potrei lasciarti fuori al freddo e al gelo...”
“Tanto mi aprirebbe Gwaine” disse vispo il ragazzo con fare ovvio.
“Smetti di appellarti sempre a lui” ribatté Arthur a denti stretti.
“Vedi come ti irriti facilmente? Ha ragione Gwen, sei come la B-” Ma un altro bacio soffocò la frase di Merlin.
Quando si staccò da lui, il moro guardò negli occhi l’altro.
Erano avvolti nelle stesse coperte, ed avevano appena fatto l’amore.
Fino a poco tempo prima Merlin non avrebbe mai pensato that such a thing could happen. Instead
... "And who are you? Belle? "Arthur grinned, amused.
"Idiot," snapped back the dark.
"No, you're an idiot. If it were not for me you'd still be there watching with dreamy eyes, without even lifting a finger. "
Arrogant.
"Thank God you're here then," cried mock grateful. "Beast." He then added in a whisper.
She found herself smiling to himself, thinking how strange it was reality.
The day before he was pining for her love was a one-way, but now he was in the arms of what he believed to be the man of her life.
And tomorrow ... Yes, tomorrow ... That would take him where?

How Much Do Struts Cost

[Slam Dunk] Thief

Fandom: Slam Dunk
Torque: Kaede Rukawa / Hanamichi Sakuragi
set of issues: September 6- Aladdin
Prompt: 09. Thief
Rating: PG
Genre: fluff / General, AU
Disclaimer: The characters are not mine, all Copyright reserved for master Inoue, the story is not written for profit.
Notes: yaoi
Thanks: to nonna_giuly for betaggio and comments \u0026lt;3

The thief

Pov Rukawa

I approach the window, moving two fingers on the curtain to peek outside the entrance of the house.
The sun is not yet fully emerged, moreover, are only half past five in the morning and, in fact, I should not be standing at this hour before dawn.
But there is a reason that compels me to these patrols during the day, for several days: a thief.
Some of unidentified enjoys every week to steal milk from the doorstep. I'm not the only victim of these petty theft: the neighborhood is complaining, but nobody moves a finger to resolve the situation in this regard.
This story goes on for a month now and I'm tired!
has been difficult to develop a plan to unmask the culprit in that, cleverly, to steal it never goes on set days, it changes from week to week, sometimes exceeding three days and so far six have never been able to catch him red-handed. But today I beat it, that's for sure, as sure as my name is Kaede Rukawa!
A suspicious movement near the gate to move me to look in that direction, sharp sight and I listen, ready to open the shutter door, when was surprised by what I see and I never expected: a pug puppy sneaks through the bushes in my garden, walking down the legs, looking around cautiously, sneaking reaches the door, then without that I may realize I see it speeding away with a rapidity I never expected that, in the mouth and one of my bottles of milk!
do not have time to amaze me that much that now I go out and run back to recover the stolen goods.
In a flash, I think now that behind all this, there must necessarily be someone other than the dog: it is mathematically impossible that the animal, as driven by hunger, acted as 'reason'. He has been trained to do so, I'm sure!
Despite his funny gait, the puppy is very quick, but I can not lose sight of it. It makes a long way, however, that turned the corner, enter into the garden of a house slipping between the boards of a wooden gate a bit 'discontinued.
I go up and follow him with his eyes: I make sure no one is around and within myself.
The building is large but crumbling, does not appear at all well.
Now that we pay attention, often pitch here, but I had never noticed: maybe it is abandoned.
I approach the door and read an inscription on the bell: 'Orphanage'. Puzzled
observe the structure and are almost tempted to go away and let go when a guy's voice comes to me loud and clear from the back, followed by a happy bark.
"Well done my Tensai!" Says the stranger.
Driven by a curiosity that usually is not mine, I walk up and hidden prejudice, I see a red-haired boy kneeling on the grass that Shakes the happy puppy who licks his hands and moves his arms excitedly.
abandoned beside the young there is a wooden box with six bottles of milk.
'That's where they're going to finish our morning stocks and that's the spoils of today' I think.
Even before I know it, clear my presence, suddenly coming out from my hiding place: "It is so it is working for you! "and say the boy, frightened, loses his balance sitting on the ground.
The dog turns to me and growls offensive.
Puff, 'But where to go, how small you are!' I bend over, placing one knee on the ground and tend the arm, calling him a slight whistle.
The dog, abandoned all the bellicose intentions, runs towards me to be caressed.
Dog pimp! "The boy says, still sitting on the ground, putting on a little pout that I would call soft, if only I were not as they are.
Dog Doah, if anything, "I correct him, getting up and picking up the puppy.
The red-haired boy stands up in turn and see that it is a nice guy: tanned, athletic and has a beautiful face, really bad, nasty notes in my mind. But I'm not here for now.
"Who the hell are you? What are you doing here? "He asks, for attacking defense, jumping up and going one step.
"I followed a thief and brought me here!" I said, shrugging his shoulders, caressing the head of the puppy that stirs happy.
He left speechless and his eyes run traitor to bottles of milk at her feet.
"I see you understand what I mean, then you are the thief, not this dog! "reflects by grounding the animal and move closer to his master.
"Moderate your language, dear!" He says, blushing slightly.
"Why send him to steal my milk?" I ask him and he bites his lip uncomfortable without going to respond.
"Well, we can resolve the issue between us in peace, or call the police, for me it makes no difference, you choose!" Provoked her back to him, ready to go when his voice was firm and his hand rests on my shoulder.
"Wait!" I turn around. "Do not call the authorities! Look I'm sorry, okay, for petty theft and the rest but ... "she sighs, and I came to him to hear what he has to say. His hand slips away from me and a bit 'I regret, his grip was warm and now I feel a sense of emptiness in my heart to take.
"My name is Hanamichi and are the responsibility of this institution for children. It's full of children without a family or a home. We leave them while they are still in swaddling clothes and abandoning them at the door, or they will bring the hospital. There are so many good-hearted families willing to care for them and love them. Many of them will set back as there were parcels, "he says angrily, clenching his fists at his sides, and I get the feeling that the very thing it touches, more than they want to see.
nodded and he continued.
"We do not have enough funds to meet the needs of all, the state does not help us much and in danger of closing. They do not care about the end that will make these poor kids and I've got to feed them, "he says and watch the milk crate at his feet.
He realizes it, he bends down and gives me: "Look, sorry for the harm I've caused. It was not my intention to steal, but yours is a wealthy neighborhood and I thought the world would not have fallen if I had a few bottles every now private. I know from me that is a bad thing, but ... I had no choice ... "
" I'll take care of their own? "I ask, taking the tape and observing the full bottles, then watch it and he shakes his head.
"No, me and other young volunteers. I work in a bar in the evening and every month, we each put a hand to support the extra costs, but can not do it alone. " A tense silence falls between
we do not have words for what I said and I also feel a bit 'idiot to come here to claim to be a stupid bottle.
I watch and sigh: "What did you say your name?"
"Hanamichi ... Ha ..."
has a name that I like: "Hanamichi ..." I say casually almost without realizing it, while I tend to new case.
He looks at me bewildered and Tensai barks, I bent down to stroke it and turned back at the Rossini.
"Keep it, the neighborhood does not seem bothered by it, but next time, go home yourself, you'll find an escort. I will ask my father works in the high places and see what I can do to help "I say, exposing more than I've ever done in my life and he smiles at me, a beautiful smile and cheerful, that leaves me lying breath.
"Really!?"
"Nh ..." I say, nodding.
new faces to leave when he still stops me.
"Hey, wait a minute!"
I turned and asked me: "What's your name?"
"Kaede ..."
"Kaede ..." he repeats my name, as I did with her, then smiles at me again, making a salute with his hand: "Thank you, Kaede!"
I mention a movement of the head and when I ride, sure he can no longer see me, just smile.

Lifesize Jennifer Love Hewitt

[Sherlock Holmes] Echo Of A Promise I Made

Fandom: Sherlock Holmes;
Pairing: Holmes / Watson
Rating: PG-13;
Genre: Angst, Introspective, Romance.
Warning: Slash, Song-Fic;
Summary: My friend and roommate had told me his recent engagement to Miss Morstan, which was our customer if he nicknamed "The Sign of Four" , and I was very happy that he had taken to pursue his profession, because I was no longer able to endure his presence .
Note: Written on prompt 06 - "I get along alone . Have a nice day "of Set8 of 10disneyfic , on the notes and words of " Forever " Kiss (the original text HERE), as a pledge to gondolin_maid , who has won in this game on my LJ .

( Echo Of A Promise I Made )

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What Happens When You Swallow Fish Bone

[Slam Dunk] I fulfill your desires. So sit!

Fandom: Slam Dunk

Torque: Kaede Rukawa / Hanamichi Sakuragi

set of issues: September 6- Aladdin

Prompt: 08. I fulfill your desires. So sit!

Rating: pwp

Genre: erotic

Disclaimer: The characters are not mine, all rights reserved to the master Inoue, the story is not written for profit.

Notes: yaoi

Whatever you desire

Pov Hanamichi

closes the door behind me and I turn with a mischievous smile and amused at my fox.
He sits at the center of the room on the chair-old that I bought for the occasion in a flea market-just as I ordered it.
She looks at me confused and amused, crossing his legs, placed against the back covered with red velvet soft, folding his hands in his lap.
Seems like a prince on his throne. Stay
attests to some of my move and, with a slow and calculated, I'm closer to him, peering silently, stroking the outline of wooden armrests and back, wandering around, before stopping in front of him.
I lean forward, leaning to kiss her lips quickly, slipping on the cheek and jaw. I come to the chin, nibbling playful and laid his hands on her thighs, pressing so that melt their plot, but he remains impassive and his hands remain together.
His eyes follow my probing his face on which appears a little smile.
licked his lips and sighs when I get chance to touch it with your palm between your legs.
I bend over slightly, arching her chest, laying a kiss on the bulge of cloth on the horse.
smile, conscious of the effect that even a single glance I had on him, noting the results immediately.
It moves a bit 'uneasy spreading her legs as I knelt between them and began a slow caress from above the rough fabric of his jeans.
His hands are at my face, stroking her cheeks, before the hair weave.
I smile, and time just kissing the palm.
is looking down on me my lips, stealing a kiss that takes my breath away and leaves me shaken and excited.
I am not the only one to have a devastating effect on him: we give ourselves to each other in a unique and absolute pleasure.
When I open my eyes, his are glossy and browned: I have never been so beautiful as when passion seizes him.
"Hana ..." calls me, then tried to get up, but I interrupt him putting her finger to her lips: "Sssh ... I will fulfill your desires, then sat down!" Orders with determination and his eye lights expectation. It
relaxes back on the bench, leaning back and sliding forward with the seats: they shake hands on the special arms and my frantic race to unbutton the pants.
Slowly I let slip one by one the buttons out of the holes and then lowered the zipper.
I look at him and he lifts the pelvis to allow me to take them off to the ankles and then repeat the same slow and calculated movements with even more intimate.
stroked his legs, clutching her knees and looking at his bare eager excitement that stands out to me magnificent. I have a sore throat and a primitive desire to taste his flesh takes hold of me. The
lift the thighs, legs carried Down on my shoulder and slowly over him. I raise my shirt, rolling right shoulder and he undertakes to get rid.
stretch the neck, kissing him right in the middle of the chest and Kaede sighs of pleasure, moving towards me, the tip of his member cares just against my throat and he moans with pleasure, while back down with her lips and kissed her belly and down ; to the groin.
Breath and he shudders at the dark down, clawing the most wooden supports of the chair.
This is not just a torture to him, but for me I feel the blood rush and a sudden warmth comes over me. My beats sex, forced again into the fabric the trousers of the suit has become unbearably tight.
spreads her legs and settled back on the floor with both hands and began a massage on her mirror: starting from below the knee, go back on his thigh, along with two fingers inside the most sensitive, arriving at the base of her sex.
concerned to relieve a look at his face and Kaede carefully studied my every move, impatiently.
has accelerated breathing and flushed cheeks: I only have the power to overturn in this way, his mask of equanimity and, satisfied, just pinch the skin, making him groan.
imperceptibly moves the lips, giving me the Doah, but I do not care, now he is in my power and I'm here to satisfy his fantasies must be good and just 'enjoy the show' of which he is the primary concern.
I move my hand to take complete her sex to the base and with two fingers closed ring date back to the tip, rubbing the skin taut. Kaede
biting her lip not to moan and I repeat the same movement over tightening my grip.
At the same time then, with me down with her face and lips will kiss the tip, circumnavigating the chapel with his tongue, savoring the intense taste of her skin.
Her hands run through my hair, rubbing plan, as it slides on the bench even more attracted to me and I with one hand while with the other, tease one first, then the other nipple.
Eyes closed, his mouth explores the excitement and the room is invaded by whispers and the panting of ill-concealed pleasure of Kaede.
Her hands on my head dictate the pace at which I take it deeper and deeper and start to suck more strongly, until it reaches the height of enjoyment, forcing it to melt inside of me, as I feel that I am come for the pleasure of hearing thrill for me.
I know it will not, always try to stay, but I do not care: I love him and I know he loves me and treats me with respect.
slowly get dressed and go back to his face, passing through the chest, filling it with kisses, before reaching the coveted goal of his lips.
Kaede, passionate kiss me, forcing me to sit on him and then hugs me.
When I open my eyes, its oceans dark staring at me softly with one hand caresses my face and pulled back from her forehead tufts of unruly hair.
laid his head on his shoulder, but this bubble of warmth will not last for long: I'm lifting weights and I find myself in the blink of an eye lying on the bed, pants unbuttoned and his hands caress me everywhere.

Fake Id Toronto Yonge Street

[Slam Dunk] You're a fool if you give

Fandom: Slam Dunk

Torque: Kaede Rukawa / Hanamichi Sakuragi

set of issues: September 6- Aladdin

Prompt: 06. You are a fool if you give

Rating: PG

Genre: General

Disclaimer: The characters are not mine, all rights reserved to the master Inoue, the story is not written with a view to profit.

Notes: yaoi

You are a fool if you surrender!

"You're a fool if you surrender, Hanamichi! "

" But what should I do for you? Go there and tell him just like that 'oh, hello Rukawa, you know I love you, would you go out together?' Yes, and he would follow me excited. Come on, Yohei "

" But excuse me, why not? "

" Behold, I knew I should not say anything! Shame on me! "

" You know that I confess I would have done anyway. These are days that you're strange and now I'll explain why. After all, think about it, I could get there by myself! " Myth pondered slapping his forehead.

"What!"

"Sure, just to see how you've changed your attitude with him, you act like one of his fans. Do not fight like before and you're strange, you're different to him, "continued the dark in his reasoning.

Hanamichi snorted, crossing his hands behind his head and lay on the floor of the terrace, staring at the sky in search of explanation.

After a while, 'he said, "I hope! Like I had with Haruko, I do not have with him, indeed, with him still less! " reasoned defeatist.

"Why? If you do not try! At best, you pull a punch and you say no! "

" Yes, you make easy, Rukawa is not gay! "

" And what do you know? Not even I would never bet a cent on you yet, this is for me the revelation of the year! "Yohei smiled trying to lighten the tension.

"I do not know, man, I'm afraid if I say no ... not be able to face him, I could not even tell him it is a joke, I could not fake it, I shall come forth defeated on all fronts! "

" Are you saying that the Tensai afraid to take risks? You're really throwing in the towel? "

" No, simply do nothing and things will remain so, I will pass, you'll see! "

" Whatever ... "Myth did not insist, as he saw l & rsquo ; friend was very down after that conversation and decided to leave him alone.

He got up and left the terrace, back in the classroom.

Soon after, the sound of footsteps suggested that the red was not alone and, without even turning around, said, "Are you still here? Did I mention that I'm not gonna say anything to Rukawa so ... "

" Doah "

Hanamichi started, sitting down abruptly and turned and saw that the newcomer was not myth, but the his nemesis, the undisputed star of his thoughts over the past two months.

"What the hell are you, stupid fox?" Jumped on the red.

Rukawa looked down at him and sat down in front of him, crossing Indian-legs. Sakuragi backed off his torso, looking watchful companion.

"So?"

"So what?"

"You know!"

"So what?"

Rukawa snorted: "I came here at lunch and by chance I heard a speech ... "He blushed Hanamichi vague and completely in the face.

"Ah ... you ... you ... you have eavesdropped without permission!"

"You were talking and disturbing my sleep! "shrugged the fox and Hanamichi knelt down, sticking trouble now,
oblivious to the cause of discussion with Myth, and especially now that Kaede knew how he felt towards him. He began to move his arms in an attempt to hit the companion for the insult suffered grind their teeth.

Kaede smiled to himself and succeeded in restraining his companion, holding firm in his arms, pulling it toward you.

"So Doah" blew her lips, "you have nothing to say to me?"

"I ... I ... no! "this stubborn erysipela embarrassed.

Kaede shook his head closer to his companion and surrounded the life, with one hand while still holding her wrists.

"your friend is right, you are stupid" and said it put her on her lips: maybe so, would understand.

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[Supernatural] Adam Milligan

Fandom: Supernatural
Character: Adam Milligan
set of themes: September 7 - The Lion King
Prompt: 05. Circle
Rating: PG13
Warning: Spoiler until the end of the fifth season
DISCLAIMER: Adam Milligan and Supernatural belong to Kripke, the CW and right holders, not with this script I gain nothing.


No way out.

Where their worm never dies and the fire is not quenched.
-Mark 9:48 -

Adam would not have been able to describe the place where he was.
had an inkling that it was hell, or at least that's the vague memories suggested that bounced in the mind.
There was something that eluded him, something is wrong. That
wasteland where she was in was wrong.
Paradise.
He was in heaven, that I remembered.
But he was not there, heaven was quite another thing.
A stab of pain pierced his head as he tried to understand.
confused Footage of impossible images began to flow before your eyes.
tells of two brothers, his brothers.
spoke of a struggle between angels and demons.
reported in humans with powerful Archangels and ruler of the underworld.
tell of missing fathers.
apocalypse, the end of the world, selfishness and arrogance of creatures that were supposed to protect the human race, not hate and take it destruction.
with a lost, with variety, with lost and never returned.
of a boy who found himself catapulted into a world not yet so its part of him, and had paid the price to hell, literally speaking.
Adam had died because of the monsters, had been revived by other monsters masquerading as angels and died again in a supernatural struggle that had nothing to do with him, what had been alive. It was found involuntary actor of a war not their own, a victim of the cursed blood of Winchester.
Michael had met with Lucifer long before the human race saw the light, had defeated and banished to the underworld. Now he found himself again face to face with the rebellious brother, both locked in by humans themselves were brothers.
was like being trapped in an endless spiral, a circle of infinity, making the trace said history has the nasty habit of repeating itself, true in its most literal sense.
It mattered little that they had to pay for all this the wrong people.