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[You're in my viewfinder loveprize] Toglitelo [Queer as Folk] To the beat of a ball

Title: Toglitelo
Fandom: You're my loveprize Viewfinder in
Characters / Pairing: Asami / Akihito
Genre: er ... romantic, I think
Warnings: yaoi
Rating: green
Word Count: 773 ( counter )
Prompt: participates in Fivefandom
Disclaimer: the characters are not mine, but belong to Yamane Ayano and anyone who holds any legal rights. Needless to say, do not gain anything in writing this filth.
Summary: Akihito Feilong still has the tattoo, and this is not good.


Akihito sat down, crossing his arms to his chest and cursing mentally for their ingenuity.
had to know that being able to enter the residence of one of the largest Japanese crime boss, moreover, without being stopped or had met only one waitress was very strange, at least for a mere province of a newspaper photographer. He did not even need to ask how he managed to find it: damn men who had more hair, it probably had to follow him and so he played again.
"So?" Acrimonious spat the boy, eyeing the man who, leaning against the doorpost, seemed to play with something metallic. Asami looked at him slyly from the threshold, turning the key in his fingers that would have solved most of its problems, economic and otherwise.
The evening was now taking place in the afternoon and the boy was now losing patience. His cameras were still locked behind glass in two days that there was this party at the embassy in which the editor was determined to photos ... had no choice: he had to satisfy the public that danger in everything, even if the idea did not like at all. Asami
must have sensed something, because he seemed very amused. Or dangerous, with the two Asami Things were not so distant.
"I thought you wanted the key to the shrine, Takaba." He said inviting the man entered the room. Akihito looked at him, trying to cover his groin with his hands. If you look at that moment he could kill, Asami would hurry up and call the security service.
The man approached more and Akihito stepped back up to touch the wall. How the hell did that effect was a real mystery. "Of course I want it." And then answered a shrill voice. And this was in a panic, she knew it would only have had more fun that pervert.
"Very well." Murmured the man, handing him a business card. "You're a good boy." Term. Her hand touched his shoulder Akihito, squeezing in a vice when the boy grabbed the card.
From the street came the roar of traffic at rush hour and the last heat of the sun shone light in the room. Akihito held the card between his fingers trembling slightly, while the hand of the head of the Japanese underworld clawing his shoulder.
He never imagined that the shaking could be so comforting Asami, not for him, at least. If they could have those fingers would have come in the flesh, taking what little they have, at least I thought it was his left. Sure, Asami fucks him to death wherever he could ... perfect, it had become hard. I almost thought he would be the pervert that situation.
gaze hard Asami was still fixed on her, penetrating and possessive. God seemed to want to fuck with her eyes, and even if he wanted to physically lighthouse he would certainly say no.
suddenly as he had grabbed the man let go of his shoulder. God seemed to have been cold in that room, was made so bad if he had come to regret that the touch of a pervert. Asami
turned around and started to out, only then Takaba decided to look at the ticket, somehow fell at his feet. Would expect the address of an S & M club, or any other perversion the man had been able to conceive.
His gaze was fixed on the header e. ..
"Hey!" He shouted, drawing the attention of man. "What should I do?"
Asami stared for a moment, before you go back and grab your left wrist. Akihito warned the sleeve slides along the arm tickling the skin, followed by the bands. Feilong's tattoo stood out on his skin still clear.
"It 's the address of a beauty shop." Asami said, scratching the curves of that mark, almost until it bled. He seemed to hate that piece of meat, and Akihito was found to shiver-
His eyes became tough, almost threatening, very similar to what we had that day in that hotel room while the boss fucks him Chinese. He was angry, and this was never a good thing: every time I had met him so he found himself tied up and fucked to death. Asami
continued to stare at the tattoo Akihito and swallowed loudly. "Without removing this and give you the key." Ordered, before biting his wrist.
Takaba bit her lip. He should have beat him to death, or at least get to scream to attract a neighbor, but remained motionless while the teeth of the head of the Japanese underworld's pressed on the skin, not strong enough to record it, but enough to be felt and remembered.
Outside, the sky was getting dark and soon it was night and Asami did not seem to want to let go.
would never have believed that even the great Asami Ryuichi could succumb to jealousy.


Title: To the beat of a ball
Fandom: Queer as Folk (USA)
Characters / Pairing: Brian / Justin
Genre: introspective, romantic
Warnings: slash, OOC (perhaps not so)
Rating: green
Word Count: 617 ( counter )
Prompt: participates in Fivefandom
Disclaimer: the characters are not mine, but belong to whoever holds any legal rights. Needless to say, do not gain anything in writing this filth.
Notes: first time I write about this fandom, and I do not like to write.
Summary: Located in the first episode of the second series, just a series of mental blowjobs.


The sound of the ball bouncing on the marble steps seriously threatened to get him out of his head: it was too similar to another shot of a colorful splash of red that had those last few weeks.
"They let him go." Justin was saying, while throwing the ball. He did not speak the other day of the trial. "As we do not care about anyone."
Brian closed his eyes. Despite everything he could still see in front of Justin's hand trembled visibly, just as they had shaken her that night and held him in that underground parking. The
hand trembled, maybe even a little 'out of anger, and his tone was very pissed off. He had to admit, a bit 'understood it, but at the same time had to confess that he expected such an ending: even if that bastard Hobbs had killed him, the guilt would always be Justin because, you know, a fag with their patently obscene and disgusting behavior causes people to 'educated with sound moral principles'.
Be 'if you spoke of Ted's wardrobe, maybe he could give reason why. Too bad that it had been an innocent fucking slow dance on an old song played at a high school prom.
The ball continued to bounce between them, losing once in a while the regular rhythm and slightly deviating from the line that should have followed, and soon had to stop and rest, then perhaps they could try another year to run until Jennifer Taylor did not return.
"Never mind, focus on what you're doing." Retorted, throwing the ball. Justin caught her hand and Brian looked shaky for a moment that shaped green and pink around between his fingers, while the boy was shaking his right hand, trying to regain sensitivity.
Brian shook his head, next to Daphne he looked worried, although he tried not to show it, definitely she had no future as an actress. Puffing
ran his hand under his shirt collar. Under the fingers could feel the silk scarf that had not yet been able to throw and that was with him at any time of day.
"Shit."
Yeah, literally. What the fuck was served among the best run state doctors, physical therapists and dozens of psychologists, just to get fucked all those certificates that were not even been read. And what the hell he used to paste the court process? Emmett had fun and that asshole Ted, not to mention the two lesbians, but it was perhaps something changed?
No, of course not. Not that he illudesse the opposite, but equally it was not a coup, it was not for anyone.
Justin continued to shake his hand, probably cursing the world, perhaps even against him. If he had stayed true to its purpose, would never have entered into that room and everything would be fine. It would have been an evening like many others: it would have gone to Babylon with Michael, he would have fucked someone in the dark room and would wait for that kid in his loft, for surely he would arrive that evening, with the best ass that he could find.
But ... Instead he wanted to see him happy, he wanted to see him smile as he entered a room decorated like a candy-box of worst heterosexual marriage, smoking that best suit the tailor could offer, and rob the lady of the evening ... be 'provided that Daphne could be called the lady of the couple. Shit, it was a real jerk.
The sun was strong that afternoon and the heat was threatening to suffocate him, Justin was still holding the ball between his fingers, squeezing as if to break with the mere physical strength. He had no idea when he tried to throw it, he may not have ever launched.

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[The Lord of rings] Our strength is in his hands

Title: Our strength is in his hands and his eyes make us guard
Author: waferkya
Fandom: The Lord of the Rings
Link to fic: Our strength ...

Note: There are hints slash, but they are very slight because unrequited love is unrequited and Eomer is wiser than that.

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[Harry Potter] In a faint recollection of copper and silver

Title: In a faint recollection of copper and silver
Fandom: Harry Potter
Character / Couple: Severus / Harry
Beta reader: lyrael67 (a whose transmission wagon of love ♥)
Prompt: 009- Months
Rating: green (for all)
Genre: introspective, romantic, terribly
fluff Warnings: pre-slash, adult relationship / less
Word Count: 2773
Disclaimer: the characters belong to JK Rowling and who holds the legal rights. This story does not have any profit.
Summary: "You can not, I'm your teacher."
Notes: prompt Ellepi One true for writing meme: "You can not have your own teacher." "I were ...". Yes, as usual, I joined more prompt
XD This story has been frequently revisited: a costume party has gone to a Christmas party, then come to this environment.
not used to write stories so long, it ended more ç_ç
Table: here

( In a faint recollection of copper and silver )

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[rps sports] Vancouver 2010

Title: Vancouver 2010
Fandom: RPS - Sports
Character / Couple: Joubert / Lambiel, Plushenko /
Weir Prompt: Written for the Five Fandom Challenge fivefandom
Rating: Pg15
Warnings: AU
Genre: romantic fantasy ...?
Word Count: 3332
Summary: The night after the Long Program of the Winter Olympics in Vancouver does not flow exactly as expected ...

Notes: I am up very little skating, so all the "technical information" you will read below is fictitious and I needed to make the story interesting. But I like it, I'm passionate about the figures and the grace of some skaters, and I let myself get carried away. Moreover, as I think now every one of you know, basically I do not write or read RPS, and, of course, nor do we gain anything, or think that what I write is true.
So ... this story is a test, an experiment to complete a table.

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[RPF - historical figures] Dies irae

Title: Dies Irae
Fandom: RPF
Historical Character / Couple: Michael Servetus, Calvin mentioned, Caroli, Karlstadt and Müntzer
Prompts: RPF Characters historical fivefandom , "fire" to bingo_italia
Rating: yellow (14 + )
Genre: angst !, dramatic, introspective, historical
Warnings: none
Word Count: 635 ( counter )
Disclaimer: the characters really exist, but do not belong to anyone but to themselves (and if you hear them at some Eternal Father). Nothing I have described really happened ... or rather, the context, yes, but Michael was certainly a lot smarter than I described.
Summary: On August 22, 1553 the antitrinitarista Michael Servetus wrote a letter to the mayors and the Small Council in Geneva to escape the fire, invoking what is written in the scriptures and practiced by early Christians. On 27 October the same year he died at the stake, chained to the pole, with his leg tied to a book and a crown of leaves in the wet sulfur encircles the head.
In 1902, the International Congress of Free Thinkers asked the authorities Swiss to erect a monument to Servetus, as atonement of unjust condemnation. Not satisfied with the license plate, a French-Swiss committee erected a second monument in the French Savoie, not far from Geneva.
In this fan fiction are told what I imagine may have been the thoughts of this man in the 22 August.
Notes: The title is a popular liturgical song, a poem medieval doubtfully attributed to Thomas of Celano. This is the first and will be the last RP I write: I like to read the genre, but I do not like writing it.
Michael Servetus (the link will send you to Wikipedia) was a theologian, a humanist and a doctor, and among all these commitments, was one of the free thinkers of the Reformation. How do you know? These are the benefits of including an examination into the curriculum "History of the age of Reformation and Counter Reformation."

The bell sounded the evening now, the workers were probably crossed at that moment the gates of the city, tired from the long day, then joining the citizens on the streets.
Had it been in Vienna or Paris, he observed the crowd to go to the celebration of divine evening from the balcony of a hotel room, maybe he would even joined them ...
"But I'm in Geneva." Thought Michael, sitting at a small table and again picking up a sheet of parchment, running once again the thick lines of ink. The letter to the mayors and the Small Council was ready that morning, now only had to wait for the guard to make her come to the proper authorities, if God had so willed, would not fall into the hands of the traitor of Calvin and his message would reach the ears of the gentlemen just and holy. Michele
reread the letter again. He had given his knowledge and background, that God had mercy on him, he had done with the sole intent to avoid the pyre: the infernal description of his effigy burned in Vienne had awakened in him the terror of fire "purification."
Exhausted by the long wait, the man stood up starting to walk around the perimeter of sad that his place of detention, lit only by the dim light of a small light. That miscreant had not granted even the solace of books, isolating it completely from what could be his only defense.
Heretic ... could be because the truth, he knew, the stability of the strong, not weak like him, but certainly was not a criminal. The Acts of the Apostles postponed the accused to the churches in matters of religious nature, even Constantine the Great, who had in the glory of God, had saved the great heretical Arians civil proceedings, referring to purely religious ... but then why they, the Christians who strayed weds the right way, they had to use criminal prosecution? Craved the blood more fair? This was the true human nature?
Michele dropped to the ground, then take his head in his hands. With these thoughts no one, including him, would have saved by an accusation of heresy: how could so despise human nature! The mystery of the union between God and man was so great that he just could not afford to devalue a piece.
temples the throbbing terribly now, the blood must now be in an uproar in his body shaking from the anxiety of those days. He was not a criminal, not claimed as enhancers and Müntzer Karlstadt, had not had contact with those demons of the Anabaptists, not even conspired to take away the power of magistrates ...
"But these Catholics are apostates." Considered, aim to walk the entire length of the cell. "The Reformers have awakened the faith, they will recognize where the real lives and do not condemn a righteous man ... As long as Calvin has totally subjugated them. "
The very thought made him stop suddenly paralyzed with fear. God, how he had cheated on the man. He read avidly
's founding christianae religionis , drinking every word of that treaty, convinced he had found traces of a kindred spirit, after all Caroli accused him of Arianism, was evidence that two others were moving towards the reconciliation of ideas that would deliver them, once and for all by the tyrants of the Church and returned to the level of true Christians ... "But it was like the others." He thought, abandoning his head against the cold stones of the wall.
Never before that time, the beams and the straws had shadowed eyes of the powerful. On
small window above her head perched a dove, and hearing her coo, offered her the bread crumbs. That evening, the guard seemed particularly laggard.
The tolling bell struck the last of the evening. The heat of that August was very hot, almost like the flames of a fire. Michael prayed that God would preserve him from verifying this hypothesis.

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Statistics in June / July + news + banner

late but here I am.
Since they are in terrible delay, no more talk, and we take care of what you need:

June + July:

The statistics include the month of June and July.
the first place there always hikaruryu with more than 200 points. Following nonna_giuly with just over 100 points and soon after there queenseptienna round round with 100 points. 16 participants did not even write a review and points are at 0 (or if you have written a few reviews have not reported).
Two people started to get busy: waferkya and weeping_ice have started to rack up points.
is still the general classification (errors and / or typographical errors that I have seen, of course!)

0

Hikaru Ryu	217
GiulyB	128
queen	100
Gondolin Maid	84
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panda_stuck	50
kiki_bj	46
waferkya	36
alleles	30
slayer87	26
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We then the second folder to nonna_giuly !



And finally the news:

Some people have asked me to make the permanent challenge.
I was initially agreed, but then thought I said that, in a sense, doing so is going to penalize those people who are trying to do things on schedule. And then I thought of a compromise:
the challenge ends in September, as expected, but will be repeated in March, and who had not yet begun your folder will safely resume that. (So if you started you should be completed by September, altirmenti "go through"). Obviously those who want to earn points recession may do so while maintaining the frozen folder. I hope that I explained, or even to discuss everything you want to know.
[requiring a freeze of the folders has been active at this time. Once frozen you for the five fandom has been completed, with the option to return in March]

Well, I think I said everything.
Good job.

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[Doctor Who] From Egypt to the Space

Fandom: Doctor Who.
Pairing / Characters : Jack Harkness, John Smith (uman! Doctor), Rose Tyler.
Rating: G;
Genre: Adventure, Angst, Comedy.
Warning : Gen, Spolier! (Doctor Who 4x18 - The End of Time, and Torchwood - Children of Earth).
Beta : Narcissa63;
Summary: John Smith - Doctor of the human - is an archaeologist. He and Rose are inside a pyramid in search of alien trace, when triggering a trap ...
Notes: Written for the FiveFandomChallenge of BradleyJamesFan Forum, participates in the challenge " across the board! "Marauders of Archive .
Dedication: A littlefanny for his birthday, though terrible delay ç_ç I regret not being able to combine anything in time, honey. I hope you like the fic itself. Happy Birthday and 100 of these days!
thank heart maddythevampire for the beautiful banner that has created just for me * __ *

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