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Title: arcanum In
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters / Pairing: Sirius / Remus
Genre: General
Warnings: slash, UST
Rating: green
Word Count: 411 ( counter )
Prompt: "Embrace" to The ascent to the Wolfstar @ wolfstar_ita , "Blind Date" @ bingo_italia
Disclaimer: the characters are not mine, but belong to JK Rowling and whoever holds any legal rights. Needless to say, do not gain anything in writing this filth.
Summary: "So true! Do you want to discover, Prefect. "
Table: here and here

A corridor was deserted and dark at times that they knew everything, everything I tried in the old school built of stones and dusty armor creaking suspects. Of course, since James had Lily was easier to stay there, hidden behind a few statues, and yet sometimes I still feel the bitter taste of the forbidden, the error, the taste that had started to look for since he was conscious enough to conceive of addiction.
Merlino, sometimes you felt sorry for himself, but other ... At other times he considered indestructible, a man to be proud of and that would have protected forever.
"Padfoot?"
Sirius clenched his grip around the life of Remus and Corinth in the niche closer, crushing him against the wall, as if he heard footsteps approaching and did not want to be discovered. Perhaps he had really heard someone coming towards them, but basically the reality in those moments spent in the dark was not so important, what was really important was that we believed Moony.
The steps sounded strong in the empty corridor and strong Black breathed between his teeth, clawing the sides of the guy in front of him. Under the skin of his hands Remus was unbearably hot, as if to mark it burned through the thick cotton shirt, the very idea made him run faster blood.
would have remained so for days, perhaps weeks, and certainly for hours, but when i walk slowly away, Remus began to stir and moan, as if wanting to leave to address the unsuspecting visitor to his face.
"For the love of Merlin, Moony," Sirius hissed, squeezing more into its embrace because it stopped squirming. "You might discover that there Gazza?"
The silence and the sudden stillness that followed were the only answer to which he needed, and the wheezing of Remus pounding on his shoulder.
"So true! Do you want to discover, Prefect. "
Remus did not answer him, almost did not want to waste breath on something they both knew all too true, but put her arm around to life and put his lips to her throat. Sirius felt just the language of that boy too timid in classrooms lick his skin, slow and elusive, but extremely accurate in tracing the letters of his name. His breathing quickened suddenly when the teeth slightly scratched his Adam's apple. Maybe Remus
really wanted to stay in that dark corridor and desert alone with him, but certainly Moony wanted someone to see him like that, embraced in a niche at Sirius Black, marking his territory.


Title: Lux Quotidie interfecta resplendit
Fandom: Original
Characters / Pairing: Monica, Mark, unknown girl
Genre: general, romantic
Warnings: het , femaleslash (mentioned)
Rating: green
Word Count: 451 ( counter )
Prompt: Lux Libera nos - Roberto Cacciapaglia @ settenote
Disclaimer: the characters are mine and only mine (who want to write a similar boiata?! )
Summary: Trieste, a head and a red umbrella.
Notes: not just for Trieste and / or sympathizers, the leader is, on balance, a macchiato. Yes, the theory that the Trieste coffee has a mysterious and fascinating for the uninitiated.
Table: here
The first time I saw that umbrella was red during a day that promised rain as she walked to Piazza Unità.
Monica sat without a valid reason in the Cafe of Mirrors, a leader in front of him and a stack of photocopies for an examination of Latin literature that probably would not have given less than six months, while around her, fascinated tourists photographed violent waves crashing on the pier Bold. The first year had stopped often to watch the waves hit the shores of the concrete, but now, with a degree closer and a crisis in history, that show had nothing of attractive.
sat there that day, fought between the order a croissant and wait for Marco to the second round of coffee when she passed by with the slow pace, completely oblivious to the people who turned to look at.
Monica swallowed. He had glimpsed a few times at the table center, surrounded by those who could be his classmates as total strangers, and now he thought he had one of the best laugh he'd ever heard: full, true, but not intrusive, just existing. Only later, when she looked up to greet a newcomer, had noticed his eyes had the greenest eyes she had ever seen.
There was little to say, that girl was beautiful, simply beautiful.
Offhand still not too if you had done, after the university was full of pretty girls, he knew that he should pay more attention to fortuitous encounter.
Piazza Unità was still overrun by tourists, while this girl was advancing toward the porch of a quiet town, an old canvas bag thrown over the shoulder was beating rhythmically against the side and a red umbrella was lying limply over the groove elbow. The day was gray for too many clouds, but it seemed that a ray of sun had made its way to emphasize that umbrella, bringing attention to town on that red light almost indecent in its audacity, and then back along the arm up a. ..
"Sorry for the delay."
Monica just averted gaze, unable to break away from that red beam of freedom. Marco was in front of her, short of breath for the long run only by one, coat wrinkled and ill-concealed ill-buttoned shirt with a perfect engineer. As usual, Mark was not wearing anything particularly intense, nothing that promise the sun and the warm winds of spring.
"What you? "to that question
Monica shook, then passing the frantic look on the square and the nearby piers, and the red umbrella girl was now gone beyond the arcades, while the chatter of tourists covering the breaking waves.
The day promised to be increasingly gray.