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Letter Bee on Ten - Set 10


Written for the writing community Mezza_tabella .

Title: Thoughts of paper I
Fandom: Letter Bee (Tegami Bachi).
Torque: Gauche Suede / Lag Seeing.
Prompt: 11. Paper.
Rating: PG .
Summary: The truth is that you trust.
Warnings: Shounen-ai (free interpretation), shotacon (?).
Notes: Shounen-ai ... but just to see us know, eh. XD Shotacon that big word! XD
Link to set: So long, crybaby .





writes and composes; s'arrovella, rolls, torn, crumpled on his own impressions, palm to hold the sweet cheek.
Reluctant to give thoughts to paper, unable to condense them into a bottle of ink and placed in a sheet, Lag meditate to surrender. There is something inherently difficult to write a letter. And he who can see the heart, soul reading, standing there, with the paper pressed between the fingers - as if that was an anchor, and the floor on which is lying in the ocean would change.
The truth is that you trust. The writing paper is too fragile - how could support the weight of his feelings ...?

Title: Thoughts of Paper II
Prompt: 03. Hope
Rating: PG
Warnings: Shounen-ai (free interpretation).




In fact, it is not Lag able to write letters. The concept
trivial to transpose it into words their thoughts, confide in someone and hope that someone - occasionally made of paper and ink - take them to, really, not for him.
Perhaps because it is trade that has the most intimate secrets with an expectation, more or less long, stuffed with so much hope.
And he does not want to wait. Expect to be able to write, expects to deliver his thoughts to paper, waiting for him who wants to read them and wait to give him an answer. Wait for a new hope.
would be much more rapid firing potergli words directly in the heart, already.

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Fandom: Arthurian Legends (very general)
Title: Defining
Challenge: Numbers # 2

Prompt: 59
Rating: PG
Word Count: 220 (W)
Characters: Mordred
Pairing: Galahad / Mordred
Warnings: Slash , reincarnations.

and 1899, Mordred has fifty-nine years and a life that would not be able to classify, among many others lived. It was not very hard, so far, however, nor could ever call it romance, he studied, sweated, worked, married and had children, one of whom has just given a grandson.
Two or three minutes ago.
More or less.
Before he can control the clock and try to recall exactly how the baby is trying to break down the walls of the house by dint of shouting, the door was a shield to his ears open. The young parent puts the child in her arms, lost in tears and shrieks, but when you look at him and the baby - or rather, when he looks at the baby and the baby picks up the smell - the silence suddenly falls. The small relaxes, squinting, and arranging the fists to the face.
Then awareness. Awareness, a thunderbolt, the ' lighting.
Mordred trembling in anger.
"Son of a good woman," he muttered through clenched teeth as the jubilant neopapà not hear it. "This had to wait?! The next time you ... "
The baby laughs, or so they want to look.

Tomorrow Mordred - who now has another name, in fact - will have some problems in sixty years and more, but will at least define its existence.

Notes.
But there will be a special term to indicate the "reincarnation" in fanfictions? XD Mah

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I just realized that, rather than a livejournal, this looks like a page in size but not exactly &cuci; to say that this session are only twenty minutes later, like an idiot.
Nah, my intention was actually to write - or rather, write down all the nice little things that I have yet to write, I have yet to complete tables, to honor the prompts and the communities in which to return before I banged out a kicking. \u0026lt;3

So, making a short list ...

+ For FanonFest of FW:
- Arthurian legend, Galahad and Mordred, the bastards to court, "Why did not you like me?"
- Caesar, Miguel / Caesar " ; You'll always be by my side? "

+ To 1frase :
- Riffer Raffit / Cain Hargreaves, set Delta

+ To diecisudieci :
- 4 of 10 prompts me to Strip Germany v Italy North

+ To mezza_tabella :
- eight six of the 10 prompts in my table, Gauche Suede / Lag Seeing



should end here. I think, eh. Maybe even that time another twenty minutes, you remind me of some other claim to be terminated. XD
say that, considering this list finished, I should be okay to write - hopefully before the end of the year - twelve fanfictions and fifty sentences, which is to say - in my case - fifty fanfictions. All in all, sixty-ff.
Holy God! O_O
Thank heaven that the writing community can hold only one claim at a time, otherwise I would already heavily in debt. Virtual, of course! XD I just changed

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style, as they say here - or perhaps I should call layout? Background? Graphics? In short, I sent the hairdresser LJ and this is the result. Something vaguely ridiculous, but I liked it.
XD I know that there is no audience, at best a visitor every blue moon, but to anyone walking here, I hope you are well!


Among other things, I would add a couple of drabbles that I had posted only on IT100 , but I want to take care care here. \u0026lt;3

Fandom: Arthurian Legends (very general)
Title: And leaving me home
Challenge: Harmony
Rating: PG
Word Count: 110 (W)
Characters: Mordred
Pairing: Galahad / Mordred
Warnings: Slash .


is the right thing.
Needless to say, is for the world.
It's because, for each of them, there is already a well-marked path and stand next to each other was going to upset each floor, shaking the foundations. This is immensely something greater than themselves, more relevant and more just and more miserable.
is the famous supreme end. You find the old road.
You restore the balance: one for the glory, the other on terror, both at the slaughterhouse .
Galahad to recreate the ancient myth, he who degenerate the new one.
Mordred tries to convince, while looking at the only certainty of a life away in the back of a horse and feel the chaos inside scatenarglisi.





Fandom: Arthurian Legends (very general)
Title: Kids These Days
Challenge: squeak
Rating: PG
Word Count: 200 (W)
Characters: Mordred, Galahad
Pairing: Galahad / Mordred
Warnings: Slash .


The floorboards creak and croak under way naive out there, beyond the door of his room. Inside, he reads with a small light, settled on an old chair, shook his clothes just sent puffs from the window above.
voices everywhere on the malign demon who is shaking in his body, but the rest of his kingdom, and the quiet solitude creates the space and the time of his days. Yet that clicking sound of bare feet on the wood is still nervous, to attract her attention with brutal innocence.
The floor creaks and moans again, and maybe the legs white in the hallway, eager, exchange each other that support the weight of the body, taking turns in small hops that even a deaf person would hear as they clash of arms, in the silent darkness of late evening.
"I know you're there."
A sentence, a sentence, shame on the red little face behind the door, and then a sigh and closing.
"Next. Log . "
an obligation or a free choice, this does not clarify it to him.

But when she smiles, driven with a light touch, his door opens and squeaks - she now?! - And he enters. An innocent child as capricious.
... Galahad. "






We must say that I feel satisfied. Oh, are not that great, but I love to write anyway.
In this regard, I hope soon to receive confirmation from 24h . I would love to try my hand too ... \u0026lt;3
We hope for good!

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eliatheas @ 2010-07-14T17: 24:00

I write like JK Rowling

I Write Like by Memoires, Mac software journal. Analyze your writing!

this . this . this thing up here. this, for Merlin's beard. THIS.
this thing is the realization of my life. I copiaincollato all, my entire collection. ALL.
this thing is the best compliment that I have been done two years of writing fanfiction \u0026lt;3
now I can die happy.

(I know that idiocy, but not smontatemi. My biggest dream is to write like JK Rowling)

Kate From Kates Playground Wiki

Starlight Starlight ~ ~

Title: Starlight ~;
2. I will be chasing your starlight
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Katie Bell, Oliver Wood
Rating: Green
Genre: Romance, Drama, Sad
Introduction: "What I tell you, Katie, is that you will not have other opportunities. He will go away. You have to let them know, you're fired him in an almost embarrassing. "
Katie grimaced, finally removing her breakfast.
"And if he was laughing in my face?" He asked, uncertain, turning back to his best friend. Leanne shook her head.
"I do not see anymore. You only have to endure the journey by train "
Disclaimer: If Harry Potter had been mine, it would never end.
Personal Note: Third Chapter \u0026lt;3 how much I love these two adorable grand? *-* so

3. I will be chasing your starlight
Katie Bell, as a child, had had only two goals in his life at Hogwarts graduate with honors and become a famous Hunter.
His future was laid out before her like a rug when he was nine years old when his father had taught her to play Quidditch and said he really had talent. His mother would have preferred him to become someone important, maybe a ' Auror - had been the dream of her youth, had always said - but Katie had never listened, he knew just what to do with his life.
Fourteen years on, its goals had not changed much, but it was third added to the list: to explain to Oliver Wood that was cooked for him desperately.
What had proved harder than expected and he was right Leanne, her best friend when he said that he would have noticed if he had made a triumphant entrance in the Great Hall dressed as Quaffle.
But certainly could not put off, after all, was the last school day and would not have seen.
did not like to remember, after all.
I do not think is the case, you know? "She murmured, looking at his cup of porridge blankly, while Leanne, beside her, sighed, exasperated. Katie knew that not stand it anymore with all his constant push and pull, but could not help it. "I mean, why should I risk suicide in this way so stupid? I ... "
" Katie, is the beginning of the year that we are waiting for this moment " interrupted her best friend, reserving a menacing look. Katie did not even looked at her and stared at his porridge with darker eyes that had ever seen. "How many other times you'll see him again? It's now or never, Katie! We decided that gliel'avresti said during the celebrations for the Quidditch Cup, but you do not, for heaven's sake ... "and here Leanne began to complain, again. He is also right - Katie would never have admitted, however - because the pay for a whole year complaining of a little girl's crush his captain should not be much fun, but ... not like the idea that she would continue to haunt her in this way. He had changed his mind, okay?
" made fun of me for the rest of " Leanne perfectly imitated his voice and the girl turned to her best friend to electrocution. Leanne sighed, shaking his head. "What I tell you, Katie, is that you will not have other opportunities. He will go away. You have to let them know, you're fired him in an almost embarrassing. "
Katie made a face, finally removing her breakfast.
"And if he was laughing in my face?" He asked, uncertain, turning back to his best friend. Leanne shook her head.
"I do not see anymore. You only have to endure the journey by train, "he said, wisely. She knew that Leanne was right, but he was equally sure that, if Oliver had burst out laughing after his statement, would not hold. It was not his fault, would have bothered. Yes, much.
"All right," he murmured finally. There was nothing to lose but that bit of dignity that was left. Leanne smiled, excited, as if he had just said that he had won a prize of a hundred galleons. Katie did not understand why it had to be happy. He was going to his death, his best friend had to have a minimum of respect. "Come on, I'm not going to eat."
They got up from the Gryffindor table and proceeded towards the Entrance Hall, when Katie saw the familiar figure of Oliver Wood who came from the opposite direction, probably from the Gryffindor common room. His stomach did a somersault on himself and his heart began to beat more faster than normal, as if he had suddenly decided to play Quidditch in his sternum. Suddenly, he realized you can not even utter a word and looked her best friend, for help.
"How am I?" Then he reserved a desperate look. Leanne smiled, placed a lock of hair, the blacks vaguely electrical and beat a light pat on the back.
"Well. Sketches, but good, "he said, affectionately. Katie made a horrified face and her best friend smiled. "You're right, Katie. Seriously, "she seemed to relax, then return agitated as if no words had effect on her. "Listen, O's coming or going now do not you go again! '.
Katie turned around on pins and needles, seeing again the figure of Oliver, who passed her. He smiled in greeting and she smiled back, his heart a thousand, then with the corner of his eye, he saw the face of photography becomes more severe with Leanne.
But it was not his fault, had not the courage. It was a problem?
had changed his mind, he did not mean anything to Oliver, it was fine, really, certainly would not complain, he admired as a player, because ruin everything?
But all the excuses of his brain were quickly smothered by his best friend, in a burst of initiative, had given her a slight shove - by calculating the optimal distance, Katie had to add - and had dropped him to someone.
"Ouch."
Someone who turned out to be Oliver Wood.
Katie immediately became a color that reminds her Quidditch uniform, a red that just goes to his hair blacks. Her heart beat a thousand, while it rose in the boy's body was cooked and tried desperately to hide her face behind the red-hot mass of hair that fell on his face.
"Sorry, sorry, sorry" rang, still hiding behind her hair, trying not to show his face to the boy. "Leanne has pushed me, I do not know what is taken and I have not been able to keep me in ...." The giggle
Oliver interrupted in the middle of her sentence and for the first time, looked up at him, looking at air-tight.
'It's okay, do not worry, "he said, getting up and moving away the dust from his trousers, then reach out to help her up. Katie looked at her, incredulous at first, Then he grabbed her and pulled her up effortlessly, and she became even redder than before.
"Excuse me yet," he muttered, mortified. He looked around for a moment, searching for his best friend, but that seemed to have evaporated into thin air. Damn her.
"Hey, I've killed mica. This is nothing, I just gets worse and you know it 'gave her a smile and Katie stared at him, unable to say the least. He felt like ... dazzled. She smiled in turn, looking stupid, while uttered a sigh stupid little girl. "See you then," he added, shrugging and doing to start.
"Um, yes," she murmured, just looking to go away. He knew that Leanne would kill her in a few seconds if he knew he had let the opportunity escape from under the nose, but she was not Leanne. She had courage, she panicked. Always refers back because he was afraid.
But this time would not have had a second chance, Oliver was leaving forever.
'Oliver! "He had
invoked without even realizing it, and only when he had turned toward her quizzically she realized what he had done.
"Yes?" He came up with an eyebrow arched, and she stared in fear. What had jumped n mind? Since I had become so stupid?
"Um, I wanted ... yes, I just wanted to tell you ... well '..." he started to stutter and this was a novelty, at least for Oliver. Katie Bell - usually - do not stutter mica, indeed, was rather determined in everything he did. And now stood before him to stutter. "Good luck, here! "He finally said, cursing herself and the courage that he had not. "Good luck ... your life, yes."
He looked at her quizzically while replacing it with a more amused as he watched the girl stammered.
"Thank you, Katie," he murmured, amused, patting a pat on the shoulder. She was dazzled by her smile again and was still firing when his hand touched his shoulder. "You too. Good luck to you too, Katie. I know I'll be the most clever Huntress of the world. "
She blushed even more, and hid behind her hair again, embarrassed.
"And I know that you will become a very good goalkeeper," he said, in parts, looking at him with safe air. "No one will ever doubt. Good luck, Oliver. "
He smiled again and shook his head, messing a bit 'hair like a little sister. Katie sighed and turned to go back to his dorm and retrieve the chest, as from there a few hours should have started and most of his stuff was still spread throughout his room.
Patience, she could not say anything to Oliver. There would never be successful, it was impossible. Oliver Wood would not have noticed anything, even if she had hung a sign around his neck that reads 'I am cooked and overcooked you' . He was interested in the Quidditch and nothing else.
And even if he was interested in girls, it certainly would not have noticed a fourteen year old girl staring at him adoringly every time he passed and was in danger of falling from his broom handle if only he was flying nearby.
There was little to do, just had to accept reality. And then, it was just a poor cooked. She would have gone! Motivational Speeches
cabbage, his brain was not really the best in this.
"Katie?"
Oliver called her back, with an amused tone of voice. She spun around and saw him, still impaled there, staring at her with a smile that lit up her face.
"Yes?" She asked, uneasy. Oliver shook his head, amused, and his smile became, if anything, even greater. He could light up the entire Hogwarts, at this rate.
"Be forward, next year, even without me," he said, while she nodded and went back to move towards her dorm. "And do not see too many achievements, eh."
"What? She asked, puzzled, while Baston chuckled and shook his head.
"You're getting big, and soon you'll have a lot of guys that will turn around! "
I am just a shame that only one. That is definitely blind.
She glared at him and shook his head, as to forget those words - that strange compliment that had been felt for a moment, beautiful.
not believe that he noted. It was impossible, they were talking about Oliver Wood. It was science fiction. He noted that he was only growing. That's it. Could not have noticed, because .... Because, come on, Oliver Wood noted that someone? you, then?
Yes, definitely science fiction.
"Do not worry, I will have eyes only for the Quaffle muttered and he laughed. His laughter filled the heart of Katie and she blushed again, under the gaze of the boy. It was cooked, with no hope of being able to change his mind. He did not know how he did the following year, without him, but for now she was sure it was enough that he laughed with her.
"Good, Katie" smiled that smile again and she stole it to keep it tight in his memories. She would come in handy, sooner or later. "See you on the train. And we do not make emotional, okay? We said goodbye already. I want you to smile, do not tell me goodbye. Why so you come to see me, right? You'll be at my games when I become a professional goalkeeper, right? "
Katie smiled, amused by his words. Was probably the longest speech that had never reserved, but she was fine. No pretense who knows for sure that she wanted more than good.
"Only if you let me get tickets," he murmured. He chuckled and then gave a nod with his head. She smiled at his address and then they both went in two different directions.
Katie stared for a moment the back of Oliver Wood who moved away and then found himself smiling to himself. Leanne would kill her, but she was fine. Made her a compliment and invited her to his future matches. Was enough. After all, could not expect much even from herself. Ambition he kept inside for two great objectives of his life does not corrode the third. She did not care to have happened with Oliver, that was enough.
the end, I was not so bad, considering that he did not even put on her costume Quaffle.

Type Of Weave Lala Has

Title: Starlight ~;
2. I only dream of you and you Never Knew
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Katie Bell, Oliver Wood
Rating: Green
Genre: Romance, Drama, Sad
Introduction: "And you still insist to say that you have a crush on him! Bellowed Fred Weasley, venendole meeting with a smile that they are almost frightening and put his arm around her shoulders.
"It 's just the truth. The item that you've put on around you really mean "she snapped, while George and his twin joined together to cover the common room Gryffindor.
"Oh, Katie, we have put about any item, it's all about your" joked George, with a smile identical to that of his brother.
Disclaimer: If Harry Potter had been mine, it would never end.
Personal Note: second chapter of the collection. Nothing to add, I hope you like \u0026lt;3

2. I only dream of you and you Never Knew

had become a strange tradition, the fact that Katie Bell was groped by a consular Oliver Wood if he had fallen in his depressive phase, after a workout Quidditch particularly disastrous or a lost game. Not that Oliver
cooperate, of course. When this was the downward spiral of depression, he claimed to enjoy it fully, as it was right he was. But Katie was stubborn and self-confident enough to be groped, however, to revive his captain from the stupid depression in which he insisted on slipping almost every day now.
Katie, in the end, he realized that Oliver was not what, exactly, is defined as a normal friend . At least for her. He knew that whenever he the was near, her heart beat in an almost embarrassing, and he knew that his greatest wish was sinking his head into his chest and hugging him. It was not completely stupid in this.
And then, Leanne, her best friend, was far more skilled in certain things and told her straight out what were his feelings. Not that Katie had tried to escape, now they had all understood - except you, course.
So every time that Oliver Wood is dropped in his depressive tunnel, Katie was there, worried about him - he could not, even if you want, not to be. We had tried, but could not. She worried for him - and ready to take it out, by hook or by crook. Would not have left to itself, of course not. Oliver there had been a habit now, and the presence of Katie in her depressive tunnel had become a constant in almost every day.
"Tell me you're not Katie Bell and I will love you for the rest of my life," he snapped Oliver, without even looking up from his feet. Katie became strangely red as he entered the dressing room of Gryffindor, as quietly as possible.
"I'm sorry to disappoint you," she whispered, placing in front of him resolute air. Oliver raised his head and stared at her with one eyebrow arched, his face already desperate. Katie sighed, aware that would last for a long this time. "Fred said you were trying to drown in the shower" she tried, looking at him with a hesitant smile.
" does not work. I tried, but I found I could not get " snapped him back to sink my head in my knees, looking distressed. Katie knew that this was a situation really, really critical and that it would take quite a while 'before Oliver began to think even remotely, so he sat down beside him, her back leaning against the cupboard and your knees close to his chest .
"It 's just a game" tried to say, but he knew that he would not unheard even by mistake, because, after all, did not believe even her. This year was the last year, Oliver, to win the Quidditch Cup. Gryffindor had not won too long and he felt a desperate need. Katie understand him perfectly, but also knew that his teammate, Harry Potter, had a decent flight without his broomstick because of those damned Dementors and this was more important for her of anything else.
" should not be Harry or something? " Oliver asked, without even turning to her. Katie stretched his legs and sighed, shaking his head.
"I could get the same question, Baston," he said, crossing his arms and glares at him. He did not even lifted his gaze on her, as always. "Harry took a flight from a great height and is gnawing on his bed Infirmary because she thinks that you - his goddamn captain - angry with him for this," he added, reserving the worst of its glances. Oliver turned to her and stared at - of course - depressed.
" I do not have with him. Tell ' and returned to ignore her, clasping his knees to his chest and buried her head. Katie thought, time for a while, he even cried, but so far no trace of tears or tears. She thanked Merlin, did not know if she could manage even that. The fact that you worry too much about Oliver Wood was something that was all normal rules and did not even know how to handle it. It was obvious, natural for her to be worried about him, but, after all, he was a boy of seventeen - or three years great about her - who could take care of himself, right?
Yet he wanted to hug him and let him rest his head on his shoulder to comfort him. It was pathetic, yes, but did not know what to do.
" Why do not you tell him? " she asked, trying to pull him out of his vortex of despair. He even looked at her, as usual, but was petrified on the spot.
" Katie, why do you insist on doing this ...? " asked, however, completely ignoring his question. Katie stopped to look at him and began to fix it with much interest the floor beneath his feet. " I mean, when there is something wrong - that makes me depressed - you always & rsquo ; unique groped for something to do .... Is not that they enjoy it, but we both know that there is hope. Why do you go anyway? "
She watched for a while 'his feet, unsure of the response that could give him. The most obvious was, without doubt, the truth: Oliver liked and she just wanted it to be ... happy? He wanted to help, here.
But it certainly could not tell you this, it would have shocked the rest of his life. When Katie had realized that everyone knew of his crush on Oliver Wood, had come also to understand that he would never come. The only thing that Oliver Wood had in mind was the Quidditch Quidditch and only then he was not even remotely understood the scope of the feelings of his younger Slayer.
He was even late to her, in regard to certain issues.
"I worry about you," said she finally choosing a half-truth and shrugging his shoulders. He stared at her with one eyebrow arched and his heart began to beat twice as fast than usual, but when it came to Oliver Wood that things were more normal.
" I told you a thousand times that you should not worry about me. I'm seventeen years old, are able to take care of myself. Or something " gave her a hesitant smile. Katie could not look away from him and began to torture her hands, looking uncertain.
" You're my captain. You are my friend. It 'obvious that I worry " whispered simply, averting his eyes and finally taking it on his feet. "Anyway," he continued, trying to change the subject. He would not speak to that, he was sure that if Oliver had looked that way again, she would fly in his arms and told him everything. " not change the subject. We were saying that you were going to find Harry! "
Oliver returned to his despair, looking, in turn, the floor beneath him.
"If you ' we were saying ' includes you and your brain, then yes, you were saying ... but I have not heard much. "
She snorted, raising his eyes to heaven and shaking his head. He knew that there was nothing to do with him, that when you put something in his head was even more stubborn than she, but Katie Bell would not have surrendered so easily and even Oliver knew.
" Oliver, please. Harry did not die out of sheer luck, after that flight. Do you want a sense of guilt to kill him? " asked, looking at him waiting, but he seemed to have gotten the message and minimally, in the midst of his despair, had taken her face in her hands in despair.
She sighed and leaned her head to the cabinet behind her. He would not surrender, no, but Oliver Wood was too stubborn this time. The situation was really tragic and she did not know how to come out.
" Next, Oliver, do not do that! Quidditch is not all ".
He was trying anything, but say those words to the older boy obsessed from the history of Quidditch at Hogwarts, well, 'was not exactly a stroke of genius. Definitely not.
" You know that at the next games will be the coaches of the United Puddlemere? They are looking for reservations and Merlin only knows what I'm doing in four for me to accept " he snapped, looking up and lightning. Katie became small small, terrified of what could be said Baston. " Maybe for you it means nothing, maybe do not even care about the Cup, but I do. You that to which I aspire to be when I was twelve years old, Katie. For you may not be important, for me it is ".
But before Oliver Baston could say something else, Katie struck him with a slap on the nape. He stood petrified and looked at her, as she stood up in front of him, looking little threatening, but still terrifying.
" not talk nonsense, stick! For me it is important, but, if you do, it is more important than a my team mate has not been crushed to the ground as a Ciccorana! " said, while Oliver was close to the point where she had given him a slap, too stunned to believe it. The small, almost invisible Katie Bell had hit ...? Could not be true. "And now, your ass up from that floor, otherwise I will drag you to the infirmary."
Oliver had no intention of getting up and Katie had understood from the outset. He knew that he was just the beginning of his depressive spiral and usually would have gone along with this behavior, standing nearby and trying to console him, waiting for the moment would be released. But that day was not going to indulge a behavior so stupid, at all, and would have carried weight if only it had been necessary, even if she was sure it would not have been easier .
"Where will you draw me , you? " Oliver asked, making a sarcastic smile. She stared at him wrong and gave him another slap, lighter than the first.
" Stop. And come on " rebuked him, looking bad. Oliver sighed and then, for the supreme happiness of Katie Bell, stood up and came next, though his expression was one of the most Mogie the entire history of mankind.
"You're terrible, Katie Bell" he muttered, shaking his head and placing a hand on the shoulder of the girl. She jumped and looked at him in amazement, while his heart continued to beat at a frightening speed. "You're even more stubborn than me and we want."
And then the boy's face opened in un sorriso esitante. Lei sorrise a sua volta e scosse la testa, liberandosi della presa di Oliver.
« La prossima partita la vinceremo, Oliver. Te lo prometto »  sussurrò lei e insieme, senza dire altro, si diressero verso l’Infermeria, con il cuore di Katie che batteva all’impazzata e Oliver che ancora non riusciva a capacitarsi di quanto era successo.

 

Customized Waffle Maker

starlight

Titolo : Starlight ~
Fandom:
Harry Potter Characters: Katie Bell, Oliver Wood
Rating: Green
Genre: Romance, Drama, Sad
Introduction: "And you still insist to say that you have a crush for him! Bellowed Fred Weasley, venendole meeting with a smile that they are almost frightening and put his arm around her shoulders.
"It 's just the truth. The item that you've put on around you really mean "she snapped, but George joined his twin, and together, the escort to the Gryffindor common room.
"Oh, Katie, we have put about any item, it's all about your" joked George, with a smile identical to that of his brother.
I was not interested in the cold, it was just a side effect.
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter is not mine, unfortunately. Eh, I know. I'm doing the habit.
Personal Note: Oliver and Katie are my new OTP \u0026lt;3 how can you not love them, are so cariiiini \u0026lt;3 yes, I'll stop. History is a collection on their two, the title song comes from the Muses, of course, in my opinion, There is comfortable for the idea that I got two of them. Oh, and the chapter titles are lines of their songs *-*

starlight

"I'll never let you go if you promised not to fade away "

to JE.

Why has endured all of my sclera on this story ,
because has been tremendously patient with me,
because he deserves a gift of encouragement,
because I hope you did come at least a little 'love for these two idiots Cosetti Katie and Oliver write so many good stories as only she can do,
and because yes.
There is also need to ask?
ah, yes, seriously, thanks \u0026lt;3

1. I want break this spell That you've created

It was not true that Katie Bell had a crush on Oliver Wood . Not at all. The voice was put about by the Weasley twins, there was no doubt. She was reassured that all was not the case at all, she was a good girl and that his only concern was the Quidditch and graduation.
Unfortunately for her, both were quite far away, since he was just thirteen years old and the last game of the championship had just been canceled. McGonagall had fallen on the field with a purple megaphone, ordering everyone to return to their common rooms. Oliver Wood was suddenly in white face and rushed to the professor shocked air, trying to reason with her - in his opinion - but she had simply ignored, taken by Harry and he had walked away, in the castle.
Katie Bell had almost seen the disappointment on the face of their way to their captain, now discouraged, was back in the locker room almost dragging. She followed the rest of the team in there, clutching his broomstick. The other assumptions made about what might have happened - some other student petrified? - But she did nothing but watch Oliver Wood who, in the midst of his despair, he was slumped against the locker with his head in his hands.
The boys looked at each other, silently wondering what to do, then decided that perhaps it was better to let him stew in his own juice and just talk when it had a reason for what had happened. It changed quickly and walked over, looking curious.
"Do not come, Katie?" Alicia asked, turning to the girl. She nodded and smiled an apology.
'arrival and check something, "he said, simply, and the other gave her a faint smile and walked on, leaving Katie alone now, apart from the dull presence of Oliver Wood in her company.
She did not know how to talk to him, he was afraid that he might be angry with her and hate her for the rest of his life. Not that she cared that much, but it was his captain and would hate it. And she, after all, was only trying to help him. But he could not utter a word and it was still anchored at his locker and had her back to the captain, not knowing exactly what to do.
"Bell, if you're still here for groped to console me, you got the wrong idea" Oliver muttered, before she could do anything, still with his head buried in his hands.
"... I just wanted to do something," Katie muttered, finally turning toward him. She was still slumped on himself and for what he could see she had the most desperate expression that Katie had ever seen.
" ... Do not do anything. It should be 'off' .
The girl shook her arms around his chest and held his breath for a second. It seemed that those words hurt it more than when she had fallen from his broom during the last training session. It was the most painful thing I had ever experienced in her entire life.
Oliver must have noticed the reaction to Katie, because he raised his head and looked at her with a look of apology and some sort of desperate smile.
"I do not want to hurt you, Katie," he murmured, shaking his head. That was then. Oliver had hurt with his words. Because she thought they were friends, eh, nothing more. But there was still bad. " ... I just feel alone here. But I appreciate your attempt ".
She looked at him while he was still leaning against his locker and tried to breathe again. He did not want to hurt her and that was what mattered. He had not done on purpose , 's all.
"McGonagall told to return to City Hall" she whispered, simply making a hesitant smile.
"I'll go, do not worry about me," he said with a smile that seemed the picture of despair.
"I do it always," she murmured to herself and Oliver made the first genuine smile of the day. Katie blushed when he realized that he had heard and hid her face behind her hair, without looking at him. It was the first time I was seriously embarrassed in front of someone. Usually, a person was much more courageous. Was or was not a Gryffindor? But things changed with Oliver.
Next, it was an older boy great for her to three years and was particularly fascinating. Of course, not that she found him charming. It was obvious, just look at his face. It was obvious that she felt embarrassed in front of him. And this had nothing to do with the rumor that the Weasley twins had lying around - something about her and a certain crush on a certain person. Not at all.
" do not have to. They are great and I look after myself, you know? " he joked, as she was to leave the dressing room. The smiled, really, and then shook his head.
"Do not depress , Oliver. It is not the case. We next year to win and I feel that we will succeed. We have the best goalkeeper of all Hogwarts' , and without that he could say more, he left to return to his common room.
" And you still insist to say that you have a crush on him! "thundered Fred Weasley, venendole meeting with a smile that they are almost frightening and put his arm around her shoulders.
" 's just the truth. The item that you've put around it's really cruel " she snapped, while George joined his twin, and together, the escorted to City Hall Gryffindor.
"Oh, Katie, we have put about any item, it's all about your" joked George, with a smile identical to that of his brother.
" Oh, stop saying stupid things! " she said, shaking his head, arm in arm and taking the twins, with an amused smile. " And for your information, I do not like Oliver Wood! "

Only a few weeks later, he would realized that the truth was very different, but for the moment, Katie Bell advanced full of confidence in the City Hall , convinced that the fact that his heart was beating crazy rhythm when he was next to Oliver, was just because he embarrassed with his sparkling smile.
And, worst of all, she really believed it.

Housebreaking A Rabbit

Son

Mom how much time I had ç___ç

months of mess up mess ... now it is * almost * all settled and I can pick up at least part of my life, both private and virtual happy * jumps for joy and cries * Someone

remember me? ** I

Heart Shaped Vulva Stencils

This fanfiction was written for the writing community Ten out of Ten.


Title: Fair-sized Pantyhose and Croissants
Author: mattomero
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Genre: Comedy ,
fluff Rating: PG
Warnings: Shounen-ai.
Characters: Germany, Northern Italy.
Claim: September 10 - Strip me, Germany / North Italy.
Theme: 03. socks.
Disclaimer: The characters described here belong to the author, Hidekazu Himaruya.

Notes:
1. The characters created by Himaruya are merely personifications of the various nations of the world, if it may offend you ... look for another reading. XD

Fair-sized Pantyhose and Croissants

Germany was so used to the strange (the idiocy, mostly) of Italy that could not even surprised when she found him trying to slip a couple of tiny, white socks for women. Simply, he frowned.
"I do not understand," he complained while Feliciano, pulling hard, "but to put a child forever!"
Ludwig could not help but raise her eyes, pushing the boy down on the bed and try to file away the socks, trying to give the calves a human - or at least different from that of two sausages close all & rsquo ; unlikely in a pair of tights.
"Ger ...?"
ignored him and for a time 'was silent, her cheeks red as tomatoes, while trying not to think of the slender legs that was slowly discovering, veiled leather d & rsquo ; goose just cool morning air.
"Stupid." Sentences, a solemn When he had finished. "If you really want a pair of socks," he continued, staring at a point at random in a corner at random, "you to buy the right size."
's face Feliciano was profuse in a ' expression raised, and yet radiant - as when he found himself in front of a steaming bowl of macaroni.
"Ah, luckily," exulted with a huge smile. "You know, I thought I wanted to do things the other night perverted right now that I have not even had breakfast! Ah, think of France this morning ... "
Germany, without the word perverted, turned pale. He bit his lip quivering with indignation, and yet unable to hurt one hair.
... and I brought some croissants! But I resisted because I wanted to get dressed first e. .. "He thought
socks, Ludwig, and all'allettante prospect of using them to gag.
... understand? I was not good?! But now I get so hungry eat two, in fact, three pizza! Indeed, we four, or ... "He thought
of gag seriously, Ludwig - maybe even tie it - but then gave up the idea: his reputation as a sex maniac was already too widespread so that he could afford to provide further evidence on your own.
... and then, we have breakfast together? Perhaps the croissants are still warm! "
"..."
And he, resigned but not exactly annoyed by the proposal, agreed to stand still for a while ', while Italy's account of what he had to have spaghetti the night before, to succeed falling asleep.

final note: the
Me I'm laughing in his sleeve. XD
I had written for the third or fourth, but I had left it there, waiting to finish the others. Well, the others I have not yet finished - for a couple I have not a clear idea ... - But I read it again and I thought "Publish! Must publish. "
You know what? I did not remember having stuck to the spaghetti at the end ... it was a surprise for me too. XD
For the next, expect the return of sexy! Feliciano * hearts * nini-nini-

Ironing Board Lever Broke

what I smoked, seriously? I take time

Today I had a strange dream, it seemed that he had written Stephen King or someone like that, well, I'm scared. Apart from that, lately, before falling asleep I remember always that damn Cat and I do not know why, maybe I'm a little 'smoke too. It terrifies me to die, do not know why ç__ç
However, apart from Cheshire, my dream is truly terrifying. I lived in a school like Hogwarts, but I was not me, I was a strange girl - and eventually I was also Rose Weasley, but only at the end - and that school was a kind of presence, a presence that he wanted to go bad living, had the soul of the boys. This happened every few years and I dreamed of - yes, in my dream - things that had happened fifty years earlier, as had happened. He was a boy the center of it all, the presence inspired him to kill a lot of people and then committed suicide in a dream and saw that he committed suicide, just saw that the presence - which was sort of a stone statue, which I never saw in his face - was coming. He was in a kind of forest of metal, metal, and took a branch was opened by the arm and in that moment I dreamed of waking from a dream, and always in the dream, I went to do research, but I could not find anything . The thing is that I thought I was the girl who was influencing the presence, for I could feel their presence, but I was not, because at that moment I see a guy I know named Dorian - I do not know how I know, I just know - that is to do the same thing that had the boy in my dream and then I run all the way to stop him and at that moment, I find the diaries of people who were alive when these things had happened years earlier and then I go to tell him that Dorian has to stop, I know how to end it all, but it's too late for him is already open and the arm is bleeding to death and I can not do anything. At the moment I wake up.
Now, dear writer of my dream, WHAT HAVE YOU SMOKED? Really, this morning I woke up scared and I was also afraid to open my eyes. E 'was awful and I still carry on that feeling, as if I were still in the dream. The horrible thing is that tonight then pulled by a wind storm and I must have thrown everything in the dream ç__ç
No, okay, no matter.
Maybe Dad, in this or next week, brings me back to see Alice in The Wonderland, oooh. I had asked him to go and see Paranormal Activity, but have since been removed from the cinema I suggested
to see us and he said Alice Siiiii. I know that his promises are a bit 'as this month, a bit' and it rains a bit '
the sun comes out and does not decide anything, but I want to hope. yes, I know I've already seen, but I need to see it again, I want to review it and propose
at all until someone tells me yes.
And I seriously going to jump in all the holes that from now on will be on the road, sooner or later
find the right one. I want my Wonderland. It 'was not always so, since
child. I had a tremendous fear of Wonderland, but we wanted to go, as I wanted to go to Hogwarts
. Yes, today I smoked something I, too, probably.

xoxo, El
(ah, the meeting was today, I waited an hour and a half it started to cool and then, when it started, I left. U_u I'm a genius)

Sample Of A Church Program

Written for the writing community Mezza_tabella .

Title: Stardust flavored
Fandom: Letter Bee (Tegami Bachi).
Torque: Gauche Suede / Lag Seeing.
Prompt: 28. Tears.
Rating: PG .
Summary: But know sugar.
Warnings: Shounen-ai (free interpretation), shotacon (?).
Notes: Vaguely nonsense, shounen-ai ... but just to see us know, eh. Shotacon XD, that big word! XD
Link to set: So long, crybaby .

Stardust flavored

(I can not say no to you)
shouldn ' t let you conquer me Completely
Evanescence - Good enough

faint star climbs canoe on the perpetual darkness of Litus Campbell, throwing what little light on their paradoxical picture.

(The first) paradox (which surely will notice the observer) is at the mercy of that happy little face desperately - that cheek rubbing against his plan - for days when he was to to have his life in his hands.
Equally paradoxical is (albeit in a gentle and harmonious blend of shapes and volumes), as her sobbing against his shoulder might be reassuring, for they tell you what important to him.
(Close the elegant - and so broken and sad and the moon - composition of a frame, paradoxical as the content): his tears, which fall randomly between the lips.
could have a thousand flavors.
may be bitter, with a pinch of salt.
Pinch as were spices, burn like peppers and more, perhaps.
know Instead of sugar .

It is like the sudden urge to wrap it again.

Notes:
do not know. XD
Say "Shotacon" makes me feel like a pervert, I agree, but basically there is nothing ... you know ... carnal here. Only these are thoughts that: thoughts. Needless to say, I
amoadorovenero Gauche, and I regret not being able to represent it as it is - or as I believe it to be. However, in my mind he is , and maybe one day I can pull it out from there.
Lag ... is dipped nell'angst fluff or angst filled with fluff, I have not yet well understood. XD But there still remains a cupid, even when not actually present. * Nods *

Lab One Diffusion Ad Osmosis

I take my time.
I decided now. I take time to see if quell'aereoplanino paper should be thrown out or not. I take time to decide whether to stop or groped forward. I know that maybe I am making a mess at all, for a paper airplane, but to me it means much more.
I tore the sheet of poetry. I do not know if you remember, a few months ago I wrote a poem. Today I tore the paper into little pieces and I threw it away while fixing the camera. I have not had the courage to delete it from the pc, but I tried to throw it out of my life. What a stupid thing, like I could do something like that. I also tried to throw away the toy airplane paper, but did not succeeded. I have it on your desk right now and sometimes I look at it. I would ignore it, I would not have to do with him, I would like a lot of things. But it scares me to think that we are thinking just that. I would like to throw it. I wish I had never taken a crush.
I take time, maybe it's better that way. I have to think, I understand what's happening. Some time ago I would have thought you could only imagine to throw something that had to do with him. But time goes by and I change my mind at times.
I take time, maybe it's better that way.

Can You Build Up Tolerance To Dog Allergies

do you ever feel like breaking down?

" How do you feel today?"
Route. Broken. Tired. About to fall, as if my whole life was falling down. I want to cry, even though I have wept since I came back home. As if I did not get enough. As if it never went well. As if my only friend I had just said that I act stupid I do not want to be questioned when I'm bad. As if I had a broken heart. As if my life was falling down . As if I understood something in English, but really do not understand anything, Professor.
"I feel tired. I did not sleep yesterday "
Sometimes lies are better than the truth. Cost you less.

go to Campania, bury my head in books.
will to something, at least.

Why Does Alcohol Make My Body Ache

This fanfiction was written for the writing community Ten out of Ten.


Title: Sugar's in the air
Author: mattomero
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Genre: Comedy ,
fluff Rating: PG
Warnings: Shounen-ai .
Characters: Germany, Northern Italy.
Claim: September 10 - Strip me, Germany / North Italy.
Theme: 08. pants.
Disclaimer: The characters described here belong author, Hidekazu Himaruya.

Notes:
1. The characters created by Himaruya are merely personifications of the various nations of the world, if it may offend you ... look for another reading. XD

Sugar's in the air

must be something in the air of the first morning, it softens. Something like icing on a cake and almonds with candied fruit. Something like warm milk and buttery biscuits, chocolate and maybe even freshly baked.
Germany spends a few seconds motionless, trapped in the languor of a Sunday morning, undecided whether to open their eyes or not.

Then he wins .

The Idiot-eat pasta-a-free ride that he is standing, standing by the bed, with the elastic boxers rolled up to form at least three layers, while trying to hold onto a pair of pants.
Oh . That was it.
that he is gentle. With hands clasped the hem of his trousers, and that the curl upwards veee of disappointment that just curled his lips.

Germany flares, and saturated with blood sugar rises to the head.
more returns can not be any trace of eroticism in the expression of joy, but the stomach jumps and twirls and whirls like a washing machine, even if you have not washed, ie, eaten anything.
It's just that Italy is so stupidly self that becomes irresistible, and he can not do anything but rise.
Rising and get close to him and look into his eyes and with intensity and pointing out that the damned pants continue to fall for her because they are , goddammit.

Final notes:
No. Comment.
That is, for me the two of them are so, period. Uh ... I think.

The Art Of Stretching

enough, really

I tried in every way, really.
I was myself, and would not do.
Then I tried to be what I thought him to be fine, but it was no good anyway.
I twisted my whole personality, I heard songs that appealed only to him, I pretended to be what was not. I started smoking between now and soon, if someone had told me that I would be shot with that.
But it did not do anything. None of this is served. I have not served. And I still do not. Not needed, not a servant.

It hurts to see that embraces the other?
know, laugh, if you now did not make so much hurt. You had asked me, R., only a few months ago. not it hurts to see that embraces the other?
really laugh, really.
It does not hurt, R, to see that he likes you and you do nothing to stop this?

Yes, it hurts.
Damn. I know how it will end, eventually you'll hate to not be twice Costetti to hate him. Not do it, you know.

What is he to you, anyway?
What made me smile too when they fall apart. What saved me when I could not be saved. What made me feel good and happy and I was screaming to the world my happiness.
But now there's nothing else like that. Now he is the one that hurts.

the hell, seriously.

Lidocaine Before Brazilian Wax

that shit.

I put the layout some time ago because it did. Today
eloquence are frightening, really. I'm sending to this country half a world and I do not know what happened to me, if I woke up with the moon across or if it's just a normal reaction to my schifido vote.
short.
Ah, I think the guy I like like my only friend. What a shit.

okay, the truth is that I have nothing to say, I'm sorry.
xoxo, El

Pldt About Diconnection

some things never change

Until a few minutes ago I was bent over the drawer beside his desk and I was throwing away most of my life.
My trash has become full and I almost feel bad. Why is it sad to see that some things do not change even after years.
'Love is just a constant disappointment, peppered with great moments'
write it to thirteen years and is ugly stupid to think that this belief has not changed. Then I had a broken heart and if anyone ask me, I can not describe that period. Because this period is a total blank for me, I can not remember it.
'The tales are nothing but illusions and believe we will only hurt'
But why change anything, even growing up?
I've changed, I grew up, I stopped listening to the songs of High School Musical, I stopped reading books for girls Overall, I stopped being a nerd.
But some things never change.

Heartburn After Taking Ibuprofen

XD This fanfiction was written for the writing community Ten out of Ten.

Title: Breakfast time!
Author: mattomero
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Genre: Comedy ,
fluff Rating: PG
Warnings: Shounen-ai .
Characters: Germany, Northern Italy.
Claim: September 10 - Strip me, Germany / North Italy.
Theme: 06. shirt.
Disclaimer: The characters described here belong to the author, Hidekazu Himaruya.

Notes:
1. The characters created by Himaruya are merely personifications of the various nations of the world, if it may offend you ... look for another reading. XD

Breakfast time!

The table has a strange shape, this morning. He is tall, vaguely anthropomorphic and wearing a pair of green boxers squared.
Oh, yes, and a shirt hanging from all sides.

Germany rubs his eyes, still sleepy, and I look better realize the scene Feliciano is only sitting on the kitchen table with a plate of pasta on her knees as a child and the air-more-happy-the-world.
Oh, yes, and a shirt hanging from all sides.
"Italy ...?"
The young man in question is dangling her bare legs with love, while chewing and send virtual hearts everywhere. "Germany, Germany! I'm having breakfast! "
's making breakfast. With a pasta dish in the oven - the day before, in hindsight - and his shirt on. It was woke up before him.
Other than the table, it is precisely here that the world has taken a strange turn.
"And this ...?" He asks finally giving him what he looks more like a circus tent.
"It is so because," replies Italy, his voice full of a (very stupid) happiness, "there's the flavor of the pasta and the smell of Germany, and everything becomes better! "
Ludwig silent blazes and bad, it is unlikely embarrassed the idea that, along with the pasta on heated moment, Feliciano is also enjoying him.
"Germany, Germany! If you want to try it too? "
And suddenly stops, his face frozen in a mask of terror and disgust.
... No. Gra. Aunts. "

Final notes:
Now, do not ask how you can dangle your legs "with love" I know it is highly absurd, but think of Venice I think it came naturally. XD He is ... too sweet. \u0026lt;3
E Ludwig continues to pass through perverted, in my hands (XD), so support it! *-*

Edit 15/03:
What I always forgot to report this abomination fluffloloso above is all about (you did, I'd say XD) of Kill Hannah. He told me, yes.

Love I see your
earrings
you among us with the shirt is my
I see us on a table and you eat while you

escaped a fine line that I could lose

... I've lost, I lost you.
Nothing - Kill Hannah, to be precise.

Now, tell me if it is pure poetry. * __ *

Bangor Maine Gay Bars

Written for the writing community Mezza_tabella .



Title: Dust
Fandom: Letter Bee (Tegami Bachi).
Torque: Gauche Suede / Lag Seeing.
Prompt: 45. Illusion.
Rating: PG .
Abstract: The last dream has crumbled, vanished.
Warnings: Shounen-ai .
Note: The vein shounen-ai is so small (even bringing the whole matter to the manga) that can also be regarded as a friendship, in my opinion.
Link to set: So long, crybaby.

Dust

'Cause I'll doze off safe and soundly
But I'll miss your arms around me
Owl City - Vanilla twilight

The ultimate dream is crumbling, vanished.
Thus he has foolishly hoped to be able to grasp, already? So easily? so bitter is the disappointment which now falls. So deep is the sleep where you drop.
But sleep is a mere memories - no dream the comfort you, because every dream has already been wiped out. Memories will warm the chest.

And there was a blanket that smelled of earth, dragged into a rattling pebbles, and the illusion of a sun shining.
shone so much more, gathered in tears that he shed, the smiles he received.

"Gauche ..." A child suspicious that opens eyes in the dark.
"I'm here." And a boy that shakes their hands.

That last dream was crumbling. There must be entry dust in the eyes.

Notes:
I almost dream, I fell asleep while listening to the OST Gravitation (Shuichi and Yuki love theme ). I do not know why, but when I write about Lag I feel fresh, and then, looking at what I wrote, it seems to me an old-fashioned stuff and not at all poetic, and then I feel stupid. XD
But God is too much fluff Lag.

Sharpening Skates Diy

Directly from Mezza_tabella for you ... XD


I mean, I've tried. I swear that I tried, but nothing, I could not resist.
And it's all YouTube's fault, because power to make and post videos on Letter Bee (*__*), I started to lose your way. So, if I was playing well, slowly I'm lost in the street, and before beginning a yaoi video that should be used only to make fun of me (as I see it everywhere \u0026lt;3), but then I He takes her hand. Then, one that - at least my intention - had absolutely nothing to yaoi, and the first and only comment was " gauchexlag ftw ~ ~ . Ie. So it is in my genes, I say, in my DNA! So
beccatevela, 'table is strictly shounen-ai.

Hoping to approve the claim, of course. XD

So long, crybaby

01.	Goodbye.	03.	Hope.
11.	Charter.	20.	Amaro.
21.	Leather.	25.	Awakening.
28.	Tears.	39. Hot	.
45.	Illusion .	47.	Latte.

APPROVATOOOOO HAVE! * * Jumps indecorously

Selling Human Organs Pros And Cons

Let it snow ~

Title: Let it snow ~
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Dominique Weasley, James Potter Sirius
Rating: Green
Genre: Romance
Introduction: I was dying frozen, my hands were hurting me from the cold, but I did not care. I looked up into the sky, watching the snow. I liked, she was beautiful. Those snowflakes were like me, small and fragile and made me feel alright. Under the snow, I felt fine. I felt myself.
I was not interested in the cold, it was just a side effect.
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter is not mine, unfortunately. Eh, I know. I'm doing the habit.
Personal Note: very stupid story, born of a moment of inspiration this morning, while my hands were frozen. Know that I have never seen snow * smile *

(Snow, snow, snow )

Can Ringworm Lay Dormant In Bloodstream?

This fanfiction was written for the writing community Ten out of Ten.


Title: Pink!
Author: mattomero
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Genre: Comedy ,
fluff Rating: PG13 (just in case: D)
Warnings: Shounen-ai .
Characters: Germany, Northern Italy.
Claim: September 10 - Strip me, Germany / North Italy.
Theme: 07. T-shirt.
Disclaimer: The characters described here belong to the author, Hidekazu Himaruya.

Notes:
1. The characters created by Himaruya are merely personifications of the various nations of the world, if it may offend you ... look for another reading. XD
2. Again these characters possess its name "human" but, in the case of Italy (split into two characters by the author, South Italy and North Italy - to emphasize how many centuries for our two "sides" have remained divided ), there is more of a name to which you can refer to. Northern Italy is shown by Himaruya (and Hetalia of the anime) as Italy Venetian, while his real name is Feliciano Vargas.

Pink!
[think the worst is beautiful!]

Feliciano wearing that shirt candy pink like a trophy, gloating in his tight shorts. Short and tight - very tight, damn tight. Uh, if they are tight.
course, the t-shirt itself is a bit 'a punch in the eye, but all the rest perfectly compensates this small lack (good taste): the legs, for example - two excellent athletic legs, but soft.
"Ludwig"
and arms, face and skin so soft and sweet ... more Yes, well, soft.
's all perfect.
"Ludwig ... If you want to do a lap ? "When
pronounce those words, while using all the clarity that still remains, in Germany it is impossible not misunderstand the message.

Final note:
The pink jersey and the "scene" are of course referring to the Tour of Italy.
Poor Doitsu, always passes through my hands for a pervert! On the other hand, for a guy in Finland where Santa brings a present of erotic magazines ... XD

Difference Between Full Board And Half Board

not understand a tube, but hurray!

What does it mean to be good?
When I Was A Child, I thought I knew. It was easy, then.

Muaaaaah, I got books!
Tremble, my obsession is back * evil laugh * *

back to read *

ah, sooner or later I will write everything I've done the trip yesterday, but now I do not want. They are too taken either from not understanding a word of what I'm reading.

xoxo, El

Mana Curve Calculator

i can be a loser, But You are really stupid

I never thought to be a loser only because I have different tastes from his, despite his attempts to make me believe. Because this is what she does, she's good. Wants you to believe that you are a lousy loser if shipp pairs different from his.
But I do not consider myself that.
at all and that is enough, you know.

xoxo, El

(visa, changed layout!)

Thank You Program Wording

This fanfiction was written for the writing community Ten out of Ten.


Title: Oh, it's so hot today!
Author: mattomero
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Genre: Comedy ,
fluff Rating: PG13 (Just in case: D)
Warnings: Shounen-ai .
Characters: Germany, Northern Italy.
Claim: September 10 - Strip me, Germany / North Italy.
Theme: 01. hat.
Disclaimer: The characters described here belong to the author, Hidekazu Himaruya.

Notes:
1. The characters created by Himaruya are merely personifications of the various nations of the world, if it may offend you ... look for another reading. XD
2. Again these characters possess its name "human" but, in the case Italy (author split into two characters, Southern Italy and Northern Italy - a highlight for many centuries, our two "sides" have remained divided), there is more of a name to which you can do reference. Northern Italy is shown by Himaruya (and soul of Hetalia) as Italy Venetian, while his real name is Feliciano Vargas.

Oh, it's so hot today!

Feliciano seems to detest with all my heart any kind of headgear.

has always refused to wear helmets or protective helmets, both in exercises and in battle, and hats is just that he decided to wear them: namely, when a handful of adoring young girls, home of Kiku, the noted how kawaii with a hat - though he continues to support that make it seem lower.

fact, as you can handle when you are away from home, the hat is the very first thing that detracts from the back. What's perfectly normal if he did once back - but the point is that he is already beginning on the landing. Indeed, in the driveway. So, suddenly, grabs him by decision and if it pulls away from the head, often seems to want to throw it on the ground and jump on savagely, but most of the time you hold - especially when he realizes that he, Germany, it is setting.
At this point, in general, Italy is pretending uproot his hat off was pure chance.
"It was the wind!", She said once.
"I was blown away!", Insisted another.
"The fact is that the hat can not stand me." Revealed to him then.
"Vee ~", has instead said on Wednesday.

But Ludwig's favorite line is a much more simple and crude. "What's hot today."
Apart from the fact that, usually, the states in the cold winter nights (when they even think to remove the thumb from the glove before turning on the stove is a suicide), the As it is hot! triggers a vicious cycle so delicious Feliciano, to strengthen the credibility of his statement, he began slowly to undress also of the rest.

The sequence is almost always the same.

Via the glove left, the green light. Then the right - once white, now the taste of pasta and sauce.
Just before taking the house keys from his pocket, here is that the scarf is removed.
The key turns in the lock, his teeth flying happily in the mouth, but the zipper of the jacket must necessarily be lowered. And, behold, here they are both inside. The door is closed - you hear a sigh of relief - but Veneziano now it is too identified with the part, and continued undaunted in its cold strip-tease.
E. .. oh, is that here comes the fun part.
In his figure, which slowly re-emerges in the shadows of the silent house. In the increasingly sharp edges, or vanishing, which now can glimpse, now mingle with the semi-darkness of the entry corridor. In light skin and feet that bounce here and there on the floor, like the sand that is hot.
This is beautiful. Why Feliciano has a way or not at all studied in sensual strip naked while he stutters cc-cal-l-ldo and works hard to eliminate even wear any clothing or could testify to the contrary. But it is beautiful.
The way they tremble, how they jump and tumble in trying - in vain, of course - not to stumble in the clothes she is taking, the way in which, well aware of his nakedness and yet completely unaware of its effects, slips away into the bed, without a shred of shame or modesty or elegance. And that's one that runs around the house to sit with the wind can be somehow elegant - but it's not the point.
The point is that is so adorably stupid to practically undress for no reason, and it is so adorably idiotic that Germany will forgive him, yes, I forgive, though Feliciano, hit by some kind of inspiration creative, has amassed over the head all that has taken off (the hat, scarf, two gloves, coat, sweater, two vests, three socks - three socks? -, pants, tights , a shirt and a pair of electric blue pants, at best).
And then, all provides a valid excuse for ... uhm ... have hot e. .. act accordingly.

In conclusion, although Feliciano hates hats, he can not fail to please.

How To Cleanblack Patent Leathersneakers

I feel excited and very, very stupid. Ma .. nothing. XD



This fanfiction was written for the writing community Ten out of Ten.


Title: Lo-ve-ly pants
Author: mattomero
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Genre: Comedy ,
fluff Rating: PG13 (just in case: D)
Warnings: Shounen-ai .
Characters: Germany, Northern Italy.
Claim: September 10 - Strip me, Germany / North Italy.
Theme: 09. intimate.
Disclaimer: The characters described here belong to the author, Hidekazu Himaruya.

Notes:
1. The characters created by Himaruya are merely personifications of the various nations of the world, if it may offend you ... look for another reading. XD
2. Again these characters possess its name "human" but, in the case of Italy (split into two characters by the author, South Italy and North Italy - to emphasize how many centuries for our two "sides" have remained divided ), there is more of a name to which you can refer to. Northern Italy is shown by Himaruya (and soul of Hetalia) as Italy Venetian, while his real name is Feliciano Vargas.

Lo-ve-ly pants

not the first time that Italy gave him a pair of red underwear for Christmas, but this year, and among others there is a substantial difference. A difference that is breathtaking, which makes swallowing empty (for an average of five to six times per minute) and that he awakens strange twitching.
For example, the pants in question, as well as an extraordinary tone coral red really blinding, not its extent.
And they are not wrapped.
And they are not packaged.
And have a nice bow.
And when he wears . And those blessed
underpants ( sky, these are twitching, not strange instincts, bestialissimo very low and there is no urge to snatch them away!) are very nice decorated with a yellow-gold print on the front. O on the back - would not be the first time that Feliciano puts the contrary.
Just for the record, the word ( nervous tics, nervous tics! ) says very candidly ... Eat .