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mayqueen517I've seen this all over LJ, through some communities and the like.
SO.
I've got 788 songs in my iTunes.
What you'll do is you'll come over here, pick a number 1 - 788, gimme a prompt (if you want something specific and the like!) and a pairing, and I'll try to write you a little something. If I can't swing it, I will let you know and let you pick something else.
SO.
I've got 788 songs in my iTunes.
What you'll do is you'll come over here, pick a number 1 - 788, gimme a prompt (if you want something specific and the like!) and a pairing, and I'll try to write you a little something. If I can't swing it, I will let you know and let you pick something else.
Sound good?
Good.
Now GO! :-D
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Date: 31 Dec 2008 21:00 (UTC)no subject
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Date: 31 Dec 2008 21:09 (UTC)*headdesk*
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Date: 31 Dec 2008 22:47 (UTC)no subject
Date: 2 Jan 2009 05:07 (UTC)173 - Love Don't Lie - Def Leppard
It's not as easy as it seems
When you can't even speak in your dreams
The thing is that Vince sometimes doesn't get why Nikki labors over his lyrics. They're just words, and anyone can do it, right?
But Nikki's a perfectionist, even in his most fucked up moments, it has to be perfect. His words are the highest form of being high; hearing kids scream them back, hearing that they've inspired some kid in a dead end life to pick up an instrument.
So Vince does what he does best. He hurls insults, drunken insults that make Nikki roll his eyes and yell back. Nikki learned long ago just how to handle Vince, let him yell himself out and then say fuck it. Walk out.
"Don't you fuckin' walk...'way from me," Vince manages to slur, his eyes hooded and heavy, his entire body slumped in the chair after the latest round of abuse.
Nikki ignores him, always has and always will. Sometimes, he kind of wonders if this is how Mick always felt around them at their worst. It's all such bullshit, and there are times when Nikki can't even stand the sight of his bass.
He can't stand the instrument. Not the sound, not the look or feel. His lyrics don't come so easily anymore. They have to be torn from his brain these days.
What he can't stand most are the memories that settle onto his shoulders when he puts the bass on.
"Fuck you, Vince. Go pass out somewhere," Nikki says without heat, standing to walk off, leaving the drunken singer to piece himself together.
Nikki wonders if this is what being old feels like.
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Date: 2 Jan 2009 05:25 (UTC)That was great. Thank you!
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Date: 31 Dec 2008 21:14 (UTC)Nate/Bob or George/Bob, your choice
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Date: 31 Dec 2008 21:40 (UTC)I wanna give in so bad, but I don't know how
The thing is, Bob doesn't want to be tempted by Nate. But Nate's that guy. That guy everyone knows, because he's Nate and that's pretty much what he does.
Nate also is pretty blunt when it comes to things like that.
"We should hang out," Nate says, meaning really, 'I'm going to pounce you and blow you into incoherence,', because Nate might be blunt, but sometimes Bob forgets to listen.
So he's not hearing the subtext, and goes to Nate's place. He knows that it's just Nate, the problems from a marriage that's strained spilling over into most conversations. Bob's not the type of guy to let it get away, but he also knows that Nate's probably been grilled by the tag-team of Bridget and Dave.
And let's face it, that scares Bob more than impending fatherhood.
So he's not expecting the way Nate just swings his legs over Bob's thighs, straddling him and looking at him with eyes just closed off enough. Nate's open and eager for everything, and to see him closed off makes Bob two parts nervous and one part upset.
"Um?"
"Just...can I?" Nate asks, looking young and scared but calm. Bob doesn't know how to respond, doesn't know how to do this, or even the first step to going along with it.
Nate takes care of that for him, gently pressing their lips together. He's careful and easy and it's actually not so bad to relax and kiss him. There's actually a thrill in it; a thrill to pushing his hands against the soft bare skin of Nate's back, and knowing the tattooed skin there.
They kiss for what seems to be forever. Bob feels his lips, feels the way that they're just sore enough to tingle, and the way that his chest is rising and falling rapidly.
Okay, and so yeah, Bob's pretty well acquainted with lust, and desire, but it's never been this comfortable.
"I...I don't know how..." he says, trailing off after a minute, Nate's eyes hooded and a smile on his face just enough to take the quick sorrow out of his eyes.
"I'll show you," Nate murmurs against his lips, rolling his hips and Bob gets it.
But he can play dumb for a little while longer.
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Date: 1 Jan 2009 18:50 (UTC)#42
Janis Joplin/Jimi Hendrix
Is your classic mojo workin'?
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Date: 2 Jan 2009 05:20 (UTC)I walk the line you'll never hear me sayin' goodbye
"Play me somethin'," she says, the velvety night air disturbing the haze of smoke around them. It makes it look like winter, their breath fogging as they exhale with each hit.
But instead it's summer. Hot and muggy, the air so thick that it feels like cloth on naked skin.
"Like what?" comes that voice. It's familiar, it's comfortable, and across the way, she can see Pigpen with his boys. All of them together on this fucking train, it'd been one of those experiences. Someone always had drugs, always had a tune, always had some life to offer.
"Dunno. Anything," she says, the full moon doesn't hang high or low. It's just there and she knows the feeling. Jimi gives that low laugh and starts playing some old number that she remembers the melody to vaguely.
The moonlight (pewter, not silver, like some people claim) glints off Jimi's guitar, the sound cutting through the muggy night air.
It's a moment in time, a moment she'll always remember. Him lazily strumming and picking over the notes like he's got all the time in the world. She finds the words and does what she loves best.
She tilts her head back and sings.
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Date: 2 Jan 2009 16:06 (UTC)no subject
Date: 2 Jan 2009 20:17 (UTC)I'm so pleased with this and I'm so glad you liked it!
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Date: 31 Dec 2008 23:08 (UTC)Pairing! Brendon/Shane!
Prompt! "I never knew you liked the Twilight books!"
XD
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Date: 2 Jan 2009 06:02 (UTC)197 - Heartbeat - Def Leppard
Like children we have laughed
and played the game you and me
"Okay, so if you had to pick; Esme or Edward?"
"Oh, fuck, come ON. That's not even fair, dude!"
"It's so fair. Esme's hot. Edward's awesome. Pick one, c'mon,"
Brendon rolls his eyes, grinning like a maniac as he bounces in place. Of all the things to hear about his roommate, he'd not really expected the, 'So I'm kind of a fanatic about some things'.
"Fuck, Edward then. And you know, I never knew you were this into the Twilight books." says Brendon, grinning as Shane rolls his eyes, poking him in the side.
"Fuck you, they're awesome. Seriously, cheesy as hell and fun for rainy days,"
"Yeah, that'd make sense if you read them on JUST rainy days,"
They argue back and forth for a few more minutes, because well, honestly, it's what they do. It's fun. It's not flirting (is it?) but they poke and wrestle and there's a moment where it's like being six again for Brendon.
The only thing is this: Shane's pretty fucking fast.
Brendon gives in, chasing him around and laughing, unable to stop the sheer joy, because honestly? Chasing one of your best friends around is kind of awesome. They end up pressed against the wall near both bedrooms.
And it's Brendon pinned, Shane tickling him unmercifully, because he's a little more solid than SpiderMonkey Urie.
"Choose: Bella or Rosalie,"
"Fuck you, Bella all the way, man," Brendon says, grinning as Shane makes a frustrated noise, and fuck, he's warm and comfortable pressed against Brendon. Cuddling with your roommate is fine; wanting to kiss the hell out of them is not.
"Bella's an idiot. I like Rosalie,"
"You're an idiot,"
They tease and it's then that Brendon thinks, oh, hey, Shane's kind of close. And then it's lips against his.
And see, Brendon has this theory that all kisses taste different. Kissing Ryan has this tinge of stiffness, of being too uptight to have fun with it. Shane though...Shane kisses with a smile and an ease to him that says more than words.
"Rosalie," Shane says, speaking against Brendon's lips, the smile still in place.
Brendon figures he can let Shane have that last word though.
For now.
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Date: 2 Jan 2009 08:45 (UTC)I loved it! Thank you so much! I think Rosalie FTW xP
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Date: 31 Dec 2008 23:09 (UTC)Patrick/Spencer!
Ummm...anything for a prompt! :D
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Date: 2 Jan 2009 06:34 (UTC)333 - Grace Of God Go I - Flogging Molly
a man not knowin' what he should feel
"I think Brent should leave the band," is the first thing Patrick hears when he picks up his phone. The voice is unfamiliar but familiar all at once in the early morning light as he sits up in bed.
Patrick doesn't bother with his glasses, or anything, really, as he tries to focus on the silence from his phone.
"Spencer?"
"Um. Hi. Sorry, Patrick. It's just...Ryan's talking to Pete, and Brendon's off with William. And...Brent's not even fucking here,"
Spencer's voice brims with anger, barely checked anger that Patrick himself recognizes with clarity that makes his stomach roil.
"Okay, um. Back up," he says, yawning hard enough that his eyes water as he leans back against the headboard. He remembers being with these guys off and on when they were recording. Brendon had been so excited but restrained at the same time, like he'd been nervous of being too much.
Ryan had been an angry, unmedicated version of Pete. Writing and singing and trying to carry everything. It was around Spencer that Patrick remembers seeing Ryan relax and let the younger boy (because seriously, they were just kids) take care of them.
He can't say that Brent did anything or not, because really, Brent stuck to himself. At the time, Patrick chalked it up to being scared and nervous and starstruck in the face of Pete.
"He's um...fuck. He was late to like...four or five shows. He showed up way fucking past sound check and barely interacted with anyone onstage,"
"Has he missed a show?"
"Tonight. We had Jon fill in for us,"
Spencer sounds soft and sad and angry all at once. Actually, Patrick realizes that he sounds confused.
"Jon Walker?"
"Yeah,"
"He's good. Are you angry at Brent for missing the show, or angry because you don't know why?"
Patrick hears the sharp intake of breath and realizes for a moment that he might have said the wrong thing. At the heart of it, Spencer might be mature as fuck, but he's still a teenager.
"I don't know, Patrick,"
They stay on the phone for a moment longer, talking softly as Spencer gets off the phone, Patrick finds himself trying to comfort Spencer.
"Sometimes I can't stand Pete being in this band. But...I usually just go pound the shit out of my drums and don't tell him why. Just...a thought,"
"I broke a snare tonight,"
"Then I guess you should probably stay away from Brendon's keyboard,"
A hoarse laugh drifts onto the phone, the confusion in it making Patrick boot up his laptop. Yes, it's near the bed. Yes, it's unforgivably geeky, but who cares?
"Yeah. I'm...going to go. Might hang out with The Academy,"
"Hey, don't forget that Jon's a hell of a nice guy if you need it," Patrick says, feeling the keyboard underneath his fingers as he fires off an email to Pete. Panic! At The Disco might be Pete's baby band, but Patrick still feels obligated to help when and where he can.
"Yeah. I...thanks, Patrick,"
"Call me if something else pops up, okay?"
"Yeah. Night,"
"G'night,"
It's a week later when Spencer sends a text that says simply jwalk = awesome. thanks..
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Date: 2 Jan 2009 18:01 (UTC)no subject
Date: 2 Jan 2009 20:14 (UTC)I'm so glad you like this!
*dances*
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Date: 31 Dec 2008 23:42 (UTC)I don't really care what the pairing is, as long as Bob is in it. If you want, though, I can choose?
Um, never say never.
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Date: 2 Jan 2009 07:27 (UTC)131 - This Time - David Bryan
Thought that we'd both had enough
"Why do they say 'never say never'? I mean, if you shouldn't say it, then aren't you kind of saying...you shouldn't say that twice?"
"What?"
Bob has that look on his face. That look that says, 'It is too fucking early for your speeches, Gerard,'.
"You were mumbling it. In your sleep," Gerard says, helpful to the end as Bob sighs. Gerard has the top half of his body crammed in beside of Bob, his legs hanging out still. His bunk is fucking small. Gerard isn't exactly Frank, to be honest.
But the thing is, is that Gerard is newly sober. Newly sober and terrified of fucking up. So he gets leeway. And so what if Gerard is fucking cuddly as hell? Who cares.
"You okay?" Bob says after a moment, shifting to let Gerard at least pull the rest of himself into the bunk. Gerard pushes close, clinging in the way that tells Bob that either he had a nightmare, he misses Mikey, or worse, he nearly fell of the wagon.
"No," he says softly, the breath from the word disturbing the fine hairs on Bob's neck. They stand up and send shivers down Bob's spine, but he pushes it away. Hugging Gerard, he sleepily turns the light out, letting Gerard cling for as long as he needs.
"Tell me?"
"Just...I dunno. Got to thinking about...Bert and...you,"
"Oh. Um. Me?"
"Yeah,"
Bob finds himself blinking because god, seriously? Depressed lead singers must be his forte or something, because he remembers vividly getting the phone call that Bert wouldn't talk to anyone but Bob. And now Gerard.
"Why didn't you judge me?"
"Because it's not my place," he says immediately. And it's true, because Bob doesn't have the right to judge someone just because they have a physical dependence on a substance.
"Oh. Can I...stay here tonight?"
Gerard looks up at him, eyes already heavy but guarded, like he wants to keep talking but drop the subject at the same time.
"You can. Just...talk to me tomorrow?"
"I don't wanna,"
"Tough fucking shit, Gerard. You're going to talk to me and then I'm calling Jeph and making you talk to Bert. Suck it up and fucking-mmph,"
Gerard is doing a fair impersonation of Frank, actually. Octopus and squirmy, but he's kissing Bob. Kissing Bob. It's not exactly hot or sensual, but it's a little awkward, but what gets Bob is the intent. It's affection, comfort, ease, and a fair amount of want.
When Gerard pulls back, his eyes are still closed and his voice is softer than ever. Soft like it was when he first went into rehab and Bob actually feels his heart clench a bit.
"Thanks, Bob,"
Bob hesitates, pulling him close and resting their foreheads together gently.
"Anytime,"
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Date: 31 Dec 2008 23:49 (UTC)Number: 178
Pairing: Frank Iero/Gerard Way
Scenario: Frosty winter morning on the way to work.
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Date: 5 Jan 2009 06:59 (UTC)178 - Scar - Def Leppard
I count the days
I count the ways
So, it's been about four months exactly since Frank's been crowded into his own bunk with Gerard pressed against him.
In that time, Gerard has gotten cleaned up, they've settled in with Bob, and their lives have gotten...easier, actually. It's a little bizarre, to say that your life gets easier when you're not dealing with someone who's mostly pliable and easy to deal with.
But the light in Gerard's eyes makes Frank feel like life is...good. Again. He gets the same feeling he gets when Jamia smiles at him in the way that lights up her eyes. Like life is right again.
They hug and hump and fucking kiss onstage, but Gerard doesn't come cuddle. Frank's not sure if it's a delicate irony or just plain cruel.
And then Gerard meets Lyn-Z.
It's not jealousy, really. It's just...okay, so Gerard is one of his best friends. He can talk to Gerard about it all, and know that no matter what, Gerard's not going to judge.
But Gerard has someone else to talk to, and Gerard barely spends time on the bus.
So it's a horrifically cold morning on their way to a gig when Frank wakes up with warmth all around him. And it's good and comfortable, but it takes a minute for Frank to remember two things.
1 - They'd all camped out on one bus for old times' sake. Brian had rolled his eyes and Bob had tried to protest, but it hadn't made a difference.
2 - Gerard had been more energetic and laughing than he'd been in a long time. And it was all with clear eyes and Bob had looked just as fondly choked up as Frank had felt.
So the warmth around him confuses him but doesn't surprise him.
He's missed Gerard.
Arms tighten around him and his cheek rubs against bare skin. It's a lazy feeling, especially with the knowledge that the morning (or whenever) is frosty and cold, but they don't have to go out in it until later.
"Mm, fuck, you're comfy," he manages, pressing his cheek against Gerard's, feeling their stubble scrape together pleasantly.
"Missed this," whispers Gerard, voice soft and gentle and it's like being a teenager again. Curling up in Gerard's room, hearing the banging and laughter upstairs after drinking way too much.
Only this time, Gerard's stone cold sober and smiling with so much light.
Even if Frank was the jealous sort, he's pretty sure he wouldn't resist the surge of affection for Lyn-Z putting that light into his eyes.
"Missed you like this," Frank says, pulling back enough to rest his and Gerard's foreheads together. It's comfortable and warm and there's no knot of worry in this cuddle. This simple sharing of warmth.
There's always going to be a feeling of something more between he and Gerard. Frank's pretty sure that he could list more than twenty reasons on just why that is, but Gerard's face softens and his lips press against Frank's.
Frank really doesn't care about that list after that.
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Date: 1 Jan 2009 05:40 (UTC)no subject
Date: 5 Jan 2009 07:51 (UTC)539 - You Really Got Me Now - Jon Bon Jovi
You know I don't know how you do it
Ryan interests Spencer, for reasons that Spencer's not even sure.
It's the little quirks that he has around different people. He's shy and brash all at once around the guys in Fall Out Boy, Pete especially.
He's sharp and gentle all at once with Brendon. Friendly and playful with Brent. The Academy guys have managed to bring him out of his shell. Jon and Tom were mostly credited with that; Tom's easy voice and Jon's mellow nature relaxing Ryan.
Gabe, naturally, makes Ryan more mischievous than Brendon, and that says quite a lot.
But around Spencer, Ryan's himself.
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Date: 7 Jan 2009 21:24 (UTC)pairing: William Moseley (from Chronicles of Narnia) and Zac Hanson.
Go crazy :D
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Date: 15 Jan 2009 01:03 (UTC)Oh yeah everything's all wrong yeah
Everything's all wrong yeah
Where the hell did I think I was?
He should be home right now. Home with a wife and kid, his brothers doing the same. But it feels strangely hollow, like he turned the wrong page in a choose-your-own-adventure novel.
Zac can't help but feel like a stranger in his own home, because sometimes, he just is an overnight guest.
"Hullo," says a quiet voice from beside of him. It's a guy who's got one of those put-upon 'I can't believe I'm doing this' expressions, and Zac's gotta give it to him, he's decent enough at looking shy.
"Hi," he says, and go him, he actually sounds welcoming. Zac can't recognize the last time he sounded welcoming to his own family. The bar around them pulses with sound and Zac hears a drone that signals feedback and with practiced motions, plugs his ears.
The screech of feedback from the bar's stage passes by him as the person beside of him grimaces.
"I'm Will," he says, all proper British accent and shy smiles. Zac's not really sure why he takes the hand and smiles, something warm and kind.
"I'm Zac,"
"Yeah...I thought so. It...weird as this is, can I buy you a drink?"
And oh, there. That questioning look that Zac's seen his brother give to more guys than he can count. Oh. Oh, he's being hit on. Duh.
"Um. Sure," he says finally, and soon they lapse into conversation. Zac finds out that Will's an actor and with a jolt, he realizes that he's in the fucking Chronicles of Narnia. Jesus, he's an idiot.
Will actually seems interested in him talking about all the time on tour, as opposed to interested for no reason at all. They compare lives, red carpet premiers to concerts, and the same screaming frenzy that seems to follow them in everyday lives. Though, if Zac's honest, the last time he was accosted for a photograph on the street was at least seven years ago.
But he's not going to tell Will that.
"Would you like to get out of here?" Will asks, carefully and tense as Zac studies his drink, rolling the suggestive tone in Will's voice for a few moments. Truthfully, Zac doesn't know if he could even enjoy the random hook-up, but Will looks hopeful and happy to proposition him. Alcohol has flushed his skin and Zac's sure his own skin is radiating just enough heat to make him nod.
"Yeah, okay,"
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They crash into Will's hotel room, kissing violently, almost frantically as Zac takes control. It's exactly like him in every other position of his life and nothing like himself in any other bedroom.
Will seems to like it though.
Rubbing against each other, Zac grinds his hips into Will's, sucking on the salty skin of Will's neck and it's good. It's good to the point that Zac lets Will push him back to the bed. They kiss some more, because Zac's not going to lie, he's kind of fond of kissing.
Besides that, Will's hands have already made it into Zac's pants and moving might require that to stop.
Will jerks him off with carefully practiced movements, like he's read all about it, but is just now trying this out on a dick that's not his own. It sends a surge through Zac, pushing him over the edge of release as he spills over Will's hand, gasping obscenities into the silent room.
Zac's hands move of their own free will and he's pushing Will's pants down just enough to fit his mouth over the head. A strangled yelp comes from Will under him. Zac's kind of intrigued at being this guy's first time, at least in a few areas. He's not a stranger to blowing a few guys, because sometimes, you get desperate at tour. (And the best blow job he's ever gotten was in fact from Jesse Laz on their last tour date together, so there.)
He makes quick work of it, sucking and laving the heated skin and it's not long before Will is gasping and arching. It's only Zac's arm holding his hips down that keeps him from driving his cock down Zac's throat as he comes. Reflex prompts Zac to swallow which is a bad idea, but he goes with it.
Tonight seems mostly about bad ideas, so letting his head drop to Will's hip and doze off into a light sleep just follows in the train of the evening.
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Date: 11 Jan 2009 16:56 (UTC)Pairing: Viv/Sav
Prompt: if it fits, something from the Volucri.
Please?
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Date: 15 Jan 2009 00:43 (UTC)It's time to fly,
Tonight the sky's alive
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"Tell me about when you first flew after this," he says, gentle fingers probing the tough skin under silken feathers. Dark curls drift across pale skin, barely highlighted in the evening sunlight.
Sav rolls over, resting part of his body against Viv's own as he finds the words.
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The sky's inky black and velvety blue around them. Sav's wings curve around the updraft, lifting him higher as Joe watches from the ground. Sav's not very high, but there's exhilaration of being off the dirt.
His wings slice through the warm air, a laugh being startled out of Sav as his long hair loses the hair tie, streaming out behind him.
"Think it's time to come down now," calls out Joe, joy present in his voice as Sav looks down. For the first time in what feels like forever, Sav finds himself grinning. It's like his face creaks from the strain of it as he circles and lands carefully.
"No use in stressing yourself," says Joe, pulling him into a hug, gentle and warm even against his barely damp skin.
::No, no use at all,:: Sav says mind to mind, not trusting his voice to stay steady. His mind delivers the message of love and trust towards his best friend, getting an overeager bounce of love and friendship back.
It makes him wish that Joe was his intended, but perhaps one day, he can find that person.
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"Do you regret me being your intended?"
Sav shifts, smiling down at Vivian before pressing their lips together, a happy 'hmmm' coming from their joined lips. Pulling back, he trails his hand along Vivian's face gently.
"Not one bit," he murmurs, a smile brightening his face as Vivian returns it, pulling Sav closer so that their wings surround the two men.
Above them and in the keep, Joe smiles to himself, placing a few fingers to the pane in Sav and Vivian's direction. Murmuring a small prayer to their Gods and Goddesses, he turns from the window, walking back to the room at large. Warm fire shines over them and when he sits down, a soft smile passes around.
Happy and warm, they're all at home now.
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Date: 15 Jan 2009 06:14 (UTC)(Also enjoyed the stories you've written for others, but was too lazy to post individually.)
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Date: 15 Jan 2009 06:24 (UTC)And hahahaha, thanks for reading them! I'm gonna make a big post of all the drabbles soon. Plus a separate post for the ones that got longer than I wanted. (Specifically the ones of the two Hanson boys...LOL)