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happy new Year!

A happy new year to everyone!!! ^o^
Und allen Kakao-Zeichnern ein tauschfreudiges Jahr 2011!!!

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Christmas!!!

Merry Christmas to the world!!!! ^o^

I'll go down to the room my parents are waiting in a few seconds!! I really hope they'll like the presents I bought/ made for them!!! <3

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Weihnachtsferien!

yeah!!!! After such a long time sitting in school I enjoy being at home! ^o^
And I'll draw a lot!!! Of course I' ve got lots of things to do for school but I'm really happy right now!!

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Nach so langer Zeit gleich ein Doppeleintrag XDDD

Ich hab mich an die Kakao for Etsu-chan set because I had it foisted a Reborn Trade
XDD Now I have a sketch done, but probably not come to the cocoa .... again type in moi x'D

Hibari! !




* lol * my digicam really interesting skin color in the pencil sketch XDD
but that's it for now, today! I go to bed!

~ bye

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nothing special

Hello!

phuuu * * the last entry for quite a while ago! XDDD
Right now I'm pretty much doing for the school and come to hardly drop * Drawing *

But on 14 December was my birthday ~ and the beautiful gifts to me totally gay! ^ O ^
I'll include a photo of the cocoa reins out that I took that! They are something of beautifully * Q * Since some people have been really hard because I'm lookin 'like a steak

XD And this song here .... I can not get out of my head XDD

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Criminal Minds: "Unusual Gifts" (Hotch / Reid)

Title: "Unusual Gifts"
Fandom: Criminal Minds
prompt: Hotch / Reid, fluff, for the advent calendar at "... Thanks for the great tie." cm_de .
Pairing: Hotch / Reid
Rating: PG 12
Word Count: 326 words.
Summary: Aaron Reid gives a very special tie. * Gg *
A / N: short, crisp and ungebtat.
Disclaimer: Criminal Minds is owned by CBS.

"Unusual Gifts"

There was a knock and Hotch looked up. Reid stood in the doorway, apparently uncertain whether to enter the office or not. Hotch smiled.

"Come." He asked the youngest member of the team and Reid obeyed. With a few steps, he stood at the desk.

"I ..." began Reid and Hotch held against a flat box, which noticed this only now, "got a little something here for you." He leaned over and gave him the gift. "Today is the last day before Christmas Eve and ..." he paused briefly before the sentence in a helpless "well" could end.

Hotch grabbed the box, could see its shape clearly what was in it.

"Thanks," he answered, smiling at Reid, "that would really not have been necessary."

nodded, the young genius and cleared his throat. "I know, but I would like to give you something."

Hotch glance slid between the boy and the gift back and forth before he began to fumble in the loop. Thoughtfully, he opened the box and lifted the lid. Including how he came to the fore had expected a tie. He smiled as he plays with the pattern on the printed material in the eye jumped. Curious, he later held the tie and looked at it in detail.

"Spencer ..." Hotch's voice swung between amused astonishment and reproach terror back and forth, "... is it on the tie, what I suspect this is it?"

Reid bent over the desk and looked interested in the brightly printed fabric. "Do you need your glasses?" He asked innocently, Hotch could hear the suppressed laughter in the seemingly harmless question.

"Spence," grumbled Aaron and put the tie back into the packaging. "This tie, I'll never be able to wear in public."

Reid shrugged his shoulders relaxed and strolled toward the door. Put his hand on the handle and he turned the handle. Before he left the room, he turned around again, a distinct smile on his face.

"Who said anything about public"

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Hello!

school stressed out!! >______\u0026lt;°

... but I have no desire to stress me leave! : P I've
times the continuations of the first season of Darker than Black considered (Sun. .. while the hawkers and so XDD). Now I'm fully back the flash! * Q *

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quick sketch

Hello!

On Thursday I was with friends in the theater! That was soooooo funny! XDDD

characters Technically I need to practice full body views, I can not even good >_____\u0026lt;°
And with cocoa-akrten exercise one does not really fit over the upper body on it rarely .
why I'm me times the Otto-fashion catalog grabbed and signed. First, the cover was turn!
I've missed the whole face of one of my OCs and a little stained (with Watercolor) XD

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Weekend!!

Hello!

At last weekend! XDD And it is already half over =_____=°

aalso, yesterday I went to school still on the market. Has been raining but was indeed very nice, 3
As you can already feel a little Christmas!
way, I am also involved in "Secret Santa" - Action in part by the group on Devart ~ # Durarara-FC! ^ O ^
I'm looking forward to a total draw's *_____*

And that's again already! Tomorrow's pictures of the cake!

bye ~

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tired....

hello!

I'm really, really, really tired now XDD But I was able to chat with Kazuki ~ so it was a great day!! ^ O ^

bye ~

________________________________
* going to bed now *

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nothing's changed

Hello!

* lol * School has not changed Still the same boring XDDD * sfz *
To kick off what ever is the same failed (otherwise I would not even home X_____x °).

* diligently draw on the cocoa-is *

and tonight going to the movies!! ^ O ^ * happy *

EDIT: The movie was great! I had rather low expectations, but "We are the Night" I was then doch positiv überrascht XDD
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current favorite song: Blowsight- Life & Death
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end of holidays...*bye~bye*

Hallo!!!

tomorrow school starts again! I worked off a lot of things, mostly ACEOs and such XDD But also homework and my presentation are done, I'm sooooo glad!!! X_____x°

btw, have you ever heard of Brent Weeks??? He's an awesome writer!!! I love his works! *____*
like the Night Angel Trilology, though the last volume is still missing in Germany XDD
*have.to.read.the.end.*

~bye!

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Based on the books on your bookshelf, what would people draw conclusions about you?

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hmm ... people would think that I'm a dark fantasy and mystery-lover! And that's absolutely right! =)
Next to my bookshelf is a bookshelf with manga-only. So here we'd get closer to the truth: I'm a manga freak! ^ O ^

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just another photo

Hello!

OMG you totally realize that I've Holiday XDD So many entries O_O °

Aaaalso: The basic framework for my presentation is finally XDD If you consider that I really wanted to begin as early as last Saturday but it later became ähhhh * *
theme is: "How can we make integration work? "in English XDD So if someone what to think, let me know * lol *

again a photo of yesterday! * Spam *

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Kazuki's Kakao ist fertig!!

So many duplicates x'D
The card is ready for Kazuki! * * Knuffel I very much hope that you like her! >////\u0026lt;
the end we were able to both of us do not choose a subject and the cube has Euphie is XD
title of the map showing "Our Destiny". I imagine kind of like the Euphie tells Lelouch. Maybe in a dream?



~ side note: Now I seek but finally material for my presentation! *
himself in the butt * ~

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Photos!

Huhuu

occurs sigh, I love the fall!! ^ O ^
Unfortunately I do with my poor digicam not so nice pictures * drop * I am but there comes a time in our garden in search of beautiful Artwork made XD
also contact references for backgrounds ^ - ^








* hehehe * Photo

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nothing special

Huhuu spam XDD ~

Yesterday i went to art supplies at Boesner buy XDDD In my case, 4 new watercolors and Fine Liner! * Happy * looking forward
Tonight we went to the bake cakes with a friend! ^ O ^ is fun, even if we are not professionals, of course, x3

And here's the finished version of Cocoa Map No. 320:



And of course: Welcome back to LJ, Kazuki!! ^ O ^

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small addendum: leafchan

The sketch for the Grimms Manga for cocoa! ^ O ^ Finally something done x'D

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music~

Huhuu ~

holidays are great! ^ o ^ Now I would only times it takes to make the school X____x °
I've also discovered a lot of cool bands! yay! * __ *

- Hedged
- Seven Wiser
- Three Years Hollow
- Borderline

....* * swarm yes I hear all sorts of music, but now once again turn something XDD

Incidentally, I'm busy painting on cocoa doubt it, but still to be done, it's easy .... on vacation ... Here too =_______=
* * möp

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sketch

love Kazuki ~

are the sketches! ^ O ^ I've said yes that there are only sketches speed .____. Have
roughly created the color scheme ... you seeking out what you like best and I'll try as best as possible to implement! \u0026lt;3

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Holidays + Picture [OC]

Huhuu ~

Yeah! Fall Break!! Holidays! But only one week ... XD

Here again, a reference picture of my OC, Sharon!

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charoi @ 2010-10-24T14:26:00

Huhuu ~

juhuuuuuuuuuuuuu * * it's done! ^ O ^ The two elves cards are done!! * Uff * =_____=
was really just X'd
After all, the cards are on 26 October to make their way, and during the week I was in so many niiiiiie class work to draw sweat come * *
Now of course I hope that my children Gnome is also good >/////// are \u0026lt;

Well, there are a lot of birthday gifts to catch up and work off the normal course trades marked the ~ list is always longer X____x °

A little sketch I have also (from-me-not-more-when white):


bye ~

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Huhuu~

oh. Now I have again here XDD

report also ... I was on 9 October with lulana, Minami, sugar and sweet toffee-fee at the Frankfurt Book Fair, and then still lulana at home.
We had a lot of * fun * lol and were also very productive! ^ O ^ Whether the Collab but is ever ready ... I'm not so sure x'D

school is still fairly stressful, I'm always pray cocoa cards to create a timely manner.
Especially for the Halloween goblin action Cocoa-karten.de O____O °

bye ~

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Criminal Minds: "Medicine" (Morgan / OFC)

Title: "medicine"
Fandom: Criminal Minds
prompt: Summer Challenge Paekche 1 together with sad raine - "Porn" for 120_minuten .
Pairing: Morgan
Rating: PG-12
Word Count: 192 words.
Summary: Not just a plaster have a healing effect. Sometimes you need a different kind of medicine to heal itself.
A / N: short, crisp and ungebtat. Each of us a POV and also a prompt from the first packet transferred.
The different parts: First part , second part and third parts .
Disclaimer: Criminal Minds is owned by CBS.

"Medicine"

sweat ran down the neck down when her slender body rubbed against his. They slid against each other, touched each other. Hands were everywhere, and following the rhythm of the music, moving their bodies in a secret ritual, as old as humanity itself

It was obvious what she wanted. You had to be a profiler to understand and read that language. Not if they have a practically yelled. He was not afraid to take them at their word and did just as good as them, that they would end up in bed tonight.

gentleman-like yesterday, today He would take what she offered him. Slowly slid his hand down her chest and was lying on her hip. A call tug, he pulled her to him, pressed her hard against his abdomen. He bent down and told her what he wanted. She stared at him a moment before a smile appeared on her face and she nodded.

A smile played on his lips as he took her hand and purposefully through the crowd led to the exit.

Tonight, he was sure he would remember the first time in ages on any account.

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Stargate "heritage" (John / Cam and Cam / OMC)

Title: Heritage
Fandom: SG 1/SGA
Genre: romance, AU, Crack
prompt: pack 4 - "heritage" for the Summer Challenge 120_minuten .
People: John / Cam and Cam / OMC
Rating: PG 12
Word Count: 1422 words.
Summary: Cam gets an unusual heritage.
Disclaimer: SG1 and SGA is not mine, I only play with it.
A / N: It began as AU John / Cam, but now it is probably rather then Cam / OFC. Moreover ungebetat completely full and clichés and crack.


"heritage"

"I'm excited!" Vala rubbed his hands enthusiastically.

Cam gave her a dark look.

"Come on," she continued, laughing at him, "you're not a little curious?"

Cam grunted, apparently unwilling to on the subject discuss it further.

"It is an honor that you have been selected as one of the heirs", now also turned Daniel into the conversation. "Amari usually leave all their kin and not ..."

"... strange aliens from another planet." Vala chirped cheerfully.

Daniel cleared his throat. "Nevertheless Kistara was thinking of you before he died. I guess in his eyes you were part of his clan, as you will have saved his life. "

Cam looked for help to the ceiling. "I pushed him aside as one of the horses went by. That is not exactly a heroic achievement. "He replied.

Teal'c bowed his head. "You have thus saved his life," he noted dryly.

"... and you dislocated his shoulder during the fall," Vala finished the sentence.

Cam made a face and rubbed in a fit of phantom pain on the right shoulder. It did hurt like hell and took forever until it was healed. And it had driven him to madness, he as The shoulder was dislocated. Not Goa'ulds or Ori no convert to run, a simple horse, who had terrified of something, only to have it - not exactly a heroic injury.

"So I'm curious what you get," Vala interrupted the silence. "A house or a horse or precious stones ..." Still thrilled she looked at him.

"The Amari are nomads," said Daniel without being asked, "I doubt that they leave Cam a house."

"Then just a tent," Vala said sulkily and crossed his arms over his chest.

"It does not matter what it is," said Daniel, "the meeting is in 30 minutes. Time to move us. "

Cam nodded and stood up. He was not keen to go to the Amari, but he had no other choice. And maybe he got lucky and inherited actually something useful.

***

It was raining when they reached PX7359. Routine they emerged from the shimmering blue horizon to the stone platform of the Stargate and immediately saw a group Amari, who took her in reception.

"Greetings" said a young woman came up to them. She was slender and graceful. Their pale skin stood out against its dark green tunic and her hair was hidden under a veil. Cam remembered that women wore dresses on the planet, compared to those of the population in the East on Earth. Determined, he stepped forward and pressed in a traditional greeting raised his palms against her.

"I'm Laria, Kistaras daughter."

Cam nodded and put his hand on his chest at the point where his heart beat. "I grieve with you." Returned it formally, remembering the teachings Daniels, as he could express his condolences to the Amari.

Laria smiled sadly. "I am glad that you took the long way to forward to you, to fulfill the last will of my Father.", She pointed to himself and walked the narrow path along which the Stargate away to their camp led. SG-1 followed her, Cam at the top. has

"The Annunciation, which my father left his family's belongings will be held just before sunset. As long as you are our guests and recover from your journey. "

you had already arrived in the camp and walked towards a black tent. Laria turned back the fabric roof, which served as input.

Rest "from you. Drinks and food are available. If you need something, do not hesitate to call us. "

With these words she nodded to the group that had entered the tent and took his leave to prepare for the proclamation ceremony.

***

The sun was low and it had stopped raining. The air was mild and the sky had a deep dark red, like Cam so far seen only rarely. He sat the right of the family clan, his team beside him. He patiently listened to each family member their patriarch praised, remembered and laughed and cried together, before the elders of the tribe began to announce what Kistara had left his descendants. It took until Cam finally was my turn. "The best is already gone," he heard whispering to Daniel and Vala had to suppress a grin, when suddenly his name was called.

He looked up and all eyes were on him before they slipped back to the elders.

Cameron Mitchell is a Stranger, "began the elder, looking around," but for Kistara he became a brother when he saved his life. "He paused for a moment in which all family members nodded in agreement.
"You can not replace a life and Kistara was aware of this gift. So he wanted Cameron to show his gratitude for the last time, in which he makes a life for a life. "

Cam looked confused and tried to elders, from his words to be smart, but he did not understand. Seeking help, he looked at Daniel, but he shrugged his shoulders imperceptibly.

"Therefore belongs to the present day Johnaria to your clan, "ended the oldest.

For a moment there was silence before again murmur of approval filled the room. While Cam was trying to understand what exactly it all meant, a man was out in the middle of the circle. He was tall and slim, his hair as dark as his sun-tanned skin. In contrast to the Amari, the Cam had seen so far, Johnaria wore a kind of dress that revealed more than covert. A blue vest and matching knee-length pants Plunder was all he had to.
Cams eyes slid the body down, registered the muscular upper arms and bare chest, shoot the dark hairs. He swallowed hard and forced his gaze upward. Johnaria looked at him, but Cam was the expression in the face interpret. What, however, he immediately noticed was the depth of his dark brown eyes that were outlined clearly with a kind of black paint and let him look strangely more attractive. He breathed and shook his head before he turned to the elders.

"Do not get me wrong," he said, and there was silence, "it is an honor that Kistara has thought of me, but I can not accept. "

The elder looked at him blankly. "It is not to you to decide," he said.

"But," Cam made a new attempt, "I can not get people paid."

Laria got up and they all looked at.

"It is a special gift that my father has left you his favorite slave, Cameron," she said, looking at him seriously. "If you reject him is an insult to our family."

Cam gulped and thought hard before Daniel arose.

"Cameron would not insult your family. But the custom to keep slaves, is unusual in our country, "he said diplomatically.

Laria reply, but turned to her brothers. The group deliberated quietly and cast a furtive glance at Cam Johnaria.

The clan seemed to have come to an agreement and Kistaras daughter turned to Cam. "We understand that the tradition of slaves is foreign to you, but this does not change our customs. Johnaria belongs to Cameron and his family. If he decides to sell it or pass on, the lies solely with him. We will accept his decision, "

Cam sighed with relief and thought about it already, to whom he give Johnaria could Laria continued as:". But before this happens, the tradition meet "you entered. in the middle and Johnaria led to action. "Johnaria belongs to you, but you can only determine his future, if you have taken possession of him completely."

"And what that means?" Cam said with a dark foreboding.

Laria smiled. "Johnaria is a Kamarim . "

Cam looked at her blankly, and turned for help to Daniel.

"And that means?"

Daniel cleared his throat and his eyes sparkled with amusement.

" Kamarim meant so much as, like a slave."

Cam stared at him in astonishment.

"A what?"

Daniel was obviously trying not to grin. "A pleasure slave," he repeated in a tone that made it clear that he bit back laughter.

Cam turned back to Laria. But before he could say anything, he heard a sound emitting Vala beside him, which was a mixture of screams and squealing. They clapped enthusiastically into the hands and shouted: "If you do not want him, I'll take him"

Cams gaze shifted between Vala, Johnaria Laria and back and forth before he sighed result. Why so what happened

really only him?

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Criminal Minds: "Dogs bark. .. " (Rossi)

Title: "dogs that bark ..."
Fandom: Criminal Minds
prompt: Summer Challenge Paekche 1 together with sad raine - "dogs that bark" 120_minuten for .
Pairing: Rossi
Rating: PG
Word Count: 447 words.
Summary: He barks now and then, bite but he does not.
A / N: short, crisp and ungebtat. Each of us a POV and also a prompt from the first packet transferred. Trist Raines first part is here .
Disclaimer: Criminal Minds is owned by CBS.

"dogs that bark ..."

"girls night," Garcia calls out and dragged the women lift direction. A smile stole to his lips.
alcohol! Garcia is a woman to his taste - minus the loud type and red hair. Blonde has her please him better.
He lifts her hand again as Morgan says goodbye and disappears into his office. The blinds are down and no one looks like he's "Ulysses" from the book shelf, the bottle single malt behind it torn pieces. "Ulysses" appeared to him then appropriate. Finally, James Joyce was not a child of sorrow.

He pours, he drink, he pours a second time. He briefly considered the whiskey and poured it up in the Yuka-palm, which has given him Garcia during his first days in the team as a gesture of welcome. A flying moment, he wonders how much the poor plants can sustain until she remarries. Then he shakes his head and runs to the car. He still has to go and a second whiskey he would have for today made cold. After he has set his car with 26 against a tree, he does not drive drunk more.

He runs the few feet to the parking area in front of the house. It is dark and some lanterns cast eerie shadows on the footpath. He feels sick and his stomach rumbles.

'The Whiskey', and thinks he knows that it is the case, they have just completed.

He arrives at the parking lot and sees his car. This morning he had been in a hurry and the access to the garage was closed for works. So he had made here. This was obviously a mistake. Cursing draws he produced the ticket under the wiper. He watched him until his eyes begin to tear and blur the black letters. The smiling faces of dead women push their way through the Scriptures and be replaced by desecrated bodies.

There are days when he hates his job.

"Shit!" The word resonates loudly over his car roof and he takes a deep breath. "Bloody hell," he yells again in the night. He crumpled the note and let him come around. Then he gets on.

he is better - At least he speaks a the. The seconds elapse before he pushes the key into the lock. The radio goes to - Nat King Cole's "Unforgettable". The velvet voice wraps around his nerves and soothes him. He still feels strange and not for the first time that evening he wishes he had the second but whiskey drinking. Instead, he opens the car door, leans forward and picks up the ticket. He puts it in his pocket, turns on the light and drove off too fast.

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Doctor Who: "surprise"

Title: "Surprise!"
Author: Dunderklumpen
Pairing: Doctor, Martha and surprise guest
Rating: R
Word Count: 639 words.
Summary: Martha's birthday has prepared a surprise.
Disclaimer: Doctor Who is owned by the BBC.
A / N: For baka_yu birthday. Happy Birthday!


"Surprise!"

Martha laughed as the doctor led her out of the restaurant and you stopped the door.

"It was wonderful," she said and smiled at him. They walked around the corner and entered the dark alley where the Tardis protected from unwanted access had been waiting for them.

"The best for the best," said the Doctor, grinning and holding her as gallant on the open Tardistür.

Martha blushed light and was grateful all at once that there were no lights in the street.

When she stepped through the door she greeted the quiet hum of the machine, which she did not hear already. With a final "good night" on the lips she said goodbye and went to her room. The evening was fantastic. The doctor did want to surprise her and not tell where it went.
had landed it had been stylized finally on a planet on which food to live a dream. She had never fed so well as this evening and that the doctor while her company provided was the icing on the cake been. She sighed dreamily as usual, and pressed down the handle of her door. She came in and turned on the light. With her room she had expected, the good grace tidy home, which they had left before she had gone to the restaurant. What she had not expected was the sight, which offered her now.

thunderstruck, she stopped and stared at her bedside.

"Hello, sweetheart," said a dark voice that seemed to her all too familiar. But she hardly heard the words. Instead, she was still staring completely perplexed at the man who was lying on her bed ... naked ... with nothing more than wearing a red ribbon around his neck.

amazement she sniffed the air between his teeth and tried to break away from their rigid, but her mind refused when her eyes on the well-toned body with well-proportioned muscles slid along which to stretched her bed.

She swallowed hard and forced herself to look him in the face. His eyes spoke volumes and he knew exactly where she was watching when he smiled back. A series of dazzling white teeth appeared before he casually licking his lips.

"Happy Birthday", he said in a tone that sounded like warm honey, and led her seductive forbidden images in mind.

She swallowed again dry. "What ... how ..." she began, apparently unable to bring out a coherent sentence.

He smiled still be seductive smile and beamed at her.

"Happy Birthday, Martha," he repeated, raising his hands in a gesture that clearly did what exactly was his gift for them.

Martha breathed, its interior a single storm of surprise. But before she could reply, she heard footsteps behind him, came down the aisle.

"Martha," cried the Doctor, who had to have seen the open door, "sorry if I disturb you, but ..." He stopped abruptly and remained stand in the doorway. His gaze slid from Martha's helpless face back to her bed and again.

"What the ..." began he, as surprised as Martha few minutes before.

"surprise," said the intruder and his smile widened. "Happy Birthday", he declared for the third time that evening.

The Doctor stared at him with an expression on the face, the Martha had described best with frustration. But her "gift" seemed to suggest otherwise.

your two eyes still hung on her unexpected visitor whose finger slowly traveled down his chest. Almost shyly cast down her eyes that can achieve results which the gesture so much sexier was. Then he looked up, and Martha could clearly see the desire in the dark pupils.

'desire to participate? "Said the velvety voice and a picture of three naked, sweaty bodies, all other thoughts from her brain operation.

rolled Outraged and frustrated the doctor's eyes to the ceiling and groaned: "Jack!"

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original: "The life of a customer service representative"

Title: "The life of a customer service representative"
Fandom: Original
prompt : Summer Challenge Paekche 4 - "Write from der Du-Perspektive" von 120_minuten  .
Rating: PG-12 (weil geflucht wird)
Word Count:  100 Wörter. (Drabble)
Zusammenfassung: Der Titel sagt es schon. 
A/N: Ein simpler einsamer Drabble, aber die Challenge lag mir nicht.



"Aus dem Leben eines Kundendienstmitarbeiters"

„Du can make me look! "

The sentence you lies on the tongue, but you say nothing. Instead, you swallow the words down and breathe deeply. The job is killing you. Even if you try to ignore all the anger eats at you. How often would you like to scream, "You idiot"

! "Fuck you"



, "You liar"

But you know t, it would bring nothing but more trouble. Why are you silent and stierst customers mad at. You think you do your part as you wish it, quietly, the plague of the neck. The job you hate and you hate your job!

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Make it or Break it: "Five times" Not with me 'and one time' Because of me, '"


Title: 'five times' not me' and one time 'for me,' "
Fandom: Make it or Break it
Genre: gene and romance
Prompt: Summer Challenge Paekche 4 - "Not with me!" by 120_minuten
Pairing: gene and Sasha / Summer, Emily / Razor
Rating: PG 12
Word Count: 748 words.
Summary: 2nd Charaktäre idea of development in Season
Disclaimer: Make It or Break It is the property of ABCFamily.
A / N: SPOILER for the entire 2 Season, including the season finale.

"five times, not with me 'and a time for me,'"

I. Emily
you would not be intimidated by Beals! But she had a lot of work too hard. Today's training was a pain and even a blind man had heard that it was "the new coach" out to get. It was just a mystery why? Alone on her trip to Paris could not lie, do you? Discouraged, she wiped the sweat from his forehead. She could not afford now to break. Scratching their courage she reached through the back, lifted his chin and took a deep breath. Oh, no! Ellen Beals would not they break.

II Kaylie:
None specific about them except her. She was the champion, they had to win. Of whether they won or lost, everything depended. Her parents relied on them, Sasha relied on her, her teammates relied on them, Beals was relying on it. She had to win!
regarded her with disgust the banana, which she held in her hand and threw it just decided in the trash. , Not with me, "she whispered softly," not with me! "

III. Lauren:
Sasha! She could not believe it. First, she left her father, Then she ran on her trainer. That could not be true! Summer belonged to her, to her family. She was like a mother to her and she would not allow someone like Sasha in the way of their plans. Her eyes wandered up to the office where Sasha Summer and worked together. Oh no, they could not do with it. You would have to find some way to bring the two apart. Finally, she always got what she wanted.

IV Sasha:
He had not made the decision easy. Back to work as a coach, had cost him overcome it. But when he first Days had put behind him, he knew it was correct. He loved his profession, felt the soft inner tension, when he entered the hall, and the ridiculous joy when he got the smell of chalk and sweat in the nose. This was his world, the gymnasts his responsibility.
Exhausted, he sank on the bed, thinking. He had wanted the best for his athletes, but it generated was a disaster. He was the coach, who was on leave when it was close. The person who gave them breathing space, so that they could fully concentrate on their sport.
Instead, he was the one who had hurt them unintentionally - and that was something with which he could not live. Basically, he already knew what he had to do, what was the only the only way to protect its athletes. They had the path he had taken with them, go with someone else's end - someone other than him.

V. Razor Razor
and Emily, Emily and Razor ... Lost in thought, he pulled at the sides of his guitar. He had let her go because he thought it was the right thing. He wanted to help her, give her the freedom she needed the support it needed. If this support was called Damon, it was how it is.
a moment he stared at the blank page before him, he attacked hard and furiously in the strings. Damn! He loved Emily and he just could not let go. Determined, he got up and put the guitar on its stand. Her story was not over yet - not for him and hopefully not for them. He would do anything to get them back. Everything!
The jacket already in hand, he ran to the studio door when his manager came to meet him.

"Damon, old boy," said this loudly and wiggled his eyebrows, "I have the perfect idea for your new video. I only say dancers'. "

VI. Payson:
She was the reason that all this happened and she felt terrible! Had she not been so stupid and would have kissed Sasha, then ...
Depressed, she turned and stared at the wall. Then there was her father, who had given their coach to understand very clearly that he no longer accepted as a coach. Payson surreptitiously wiped a tear from the corner of his eye. Why was all so complicated? Sadly she stared at the wall when she heard her bedroom door opened.

"Payson", her father's voice sounded through the darkness. "Your mother says I do not listen. Is that right? "He began, and an inevitably smile crossed her face.

"Sometimes," she replied and turned to face him.

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Make it or Break it: "'S' as sexy" (gene or Sasha / Emily)

Title: "'S' as Sasha sexy"
Fandom: Make it or Break it
Genre: gene and a touch of romance
prompt: Summer Challenge Paekche 3 - "rules (and exceptions) of 120_minuten
Pairing: gene and a touch of Sasha / Emily
Rating: PG 12
Word Count: 947 words.
Summary: Sasha is sexy - and Payson, Emily, Kaylie and Lauren are nurTeenager.
Disclaimer: Make It or Break It is the property of ABCFamily.
Beta: Ungebetat.

"'S' as Sasha sexy"

are 6 clock in the morning was at the Rock and as always, the hall slowly filled with gymnasts. Kaylie, Emily, and Payson walked on the mat, as Lauren came up and began their morning routine, the small group of stretching and warming up for the day. As they extended their yearning still cold, slipped to a group of younger gymnasts past them. They seemed in good spirits and laughed softly, as their voices to the group of elite gymnasts over penetrated.

"Yes," said the brown haired and errötetet easy, "he is really hot!" The blonde giggled hysterically

. "I do not know how to endure Kaylie and the other with him. I mean, Sasha is really sexy! "

The girls got a Giggelanfall when they came to Payson and the rest of the group were standing in a semicircle on the mat. Kaylie looked surprised at the others, but none of them commented that they had just heard, although it had been so loud that no one had been able to miss.

Laurens look went over to Sasha's office, where her coach was sitting on his documents. For a few seconds she stared at the open door before she looked back to Payson. This caught her eye and her face became stern.

"Lauren," she admonished hissing.

Lauren grinned broadly. "What? You did right. "

Kaylie and Emily raised their heads while they were on then, to stretch their leg muscles.

"Sasha is hot," Lauren went away unmoved.

"Lauren!" Payson cried again, but the petite blonde, they simply ignored. "Do not tell me that you've noticed this before."

you saw her training group challenging. "Emily?" She asked, begging for confirmation and the dark-haired athlete jumped. Apparently she had not want to participate in this discussion, but Lauren gave her no chance.

"Well ..." she began hesitantly and the fair balance beam specialist confident of victory stretched out her chin.

"You see, Emily has even noticed it," Lauren said and took the opportunity to insult her opponent at the same time.

"Hey," Kaylie turned himself in on the conversation, "less chat, more warm up, trying to support Payson. This gave her a grateful look. But Lauren behaved like a dog who was not willing to give up his precious bone conquered again.

"I mean," she interjected, as if they had the exhortations of their team-mates not heard, "but looking back again. He's really sexy. " The last word sighed she and the girls looked almost involuntarily to the office.

It was quiet, and none of the other three dared to comment on the statement.

"Come on," she appealed to Lauren and got up to go into the vault.

Kaylie face was hung on her knees and her brown hair in a ponytail on the mat, as she murmured. "Well, Lauren has somehow right."

Payson head jerked up. "Kaylie," she told Kaylie and only turned red below the hair roots.

"... What I'm saying only that he does not is absolutely the ugliest, "said Kaylie is defending. The girls eyed each other in silence and then broke out in approximately the same time facilitated laughter.

"He's our coach," said Payson, finally, when she had calmed down, as if this was the final answer to all discussions.

The group was silent again, warming to continue. After a minute, Lauren said in the concentrated silence.

"I've heard Kate Munkowitz has something with the manager."

The girls interrupted their training.

"What?" Cried Payson and Kaylie amazed at the same time.

"Yes," said Lauren, in a tone as they would talk about the weather. "Anne has heard from Jenny, that Kate and Will Bouwer are a couple. Of course, nobody knows which of them, "she continued, drawing imaginary quotation marks in the air.

Payson sighed loudly. "With their coach? This is just, "she was looking for the right words," wrong! "

"He is 32 and looks great," added Lauren. "I saw him last year as the tournament in Belgium." She began to stretch the shoulder and neck muscles. "He was really yummy!"

Kaylie smiled and shook his head. "You're impossible," she said with amusement.
"So I could never be together with my coach," she continued, "even if it does," she broke off, apparently not sure whether they should disclose what she thought of Sasha, "... looks like Sasha," she finished her remarks lame. "And it's against all the rules that we know."

"We are agreed, then, that Sasha is hot," Lauren took their conversation together in triumph, the last part of Kaylie statement ignoring.

The group did not answer, but it was clearly visible, the beliefs of the individual athletes.

Laurens statement seemed to have ended the discussion, because the girls were focused on warming up properly, every absorbed by them in their own thoughts, which were about the same call made.

Without that they would see Sasha came up to them to start their daily training.

"So," he said, the group shrank markedly. All four girls exchanged glances shamefaced, only too clearly their previous discussion topic in mind. Red rose in their cheeks, could not ignore even her coach. But instead of something to say, he ignored it and clapped three times, driving in his hands.

"Emily," he said to the dark-haired gymnast, "on the uneven bars, I want to see your exercise."

Emily ran to the device while Sasha was following her. She felt his presence in her back and the heat in her face.

, I've heard Kate Munkowitz has something with her coach ', she heard Lauren's voice in the ear.

Her stomach tingled excitedly as she moistens her hands and rubbed with chalk. For a moment she closed her eyes, ignoring her presence next to Sasha. Then she went to the bars, breathing deeply and began.

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Primeval: "Price of Passion '(Lester / Connor) - SPOILER

Title: "of Passion"
Fandom: Primeval
Genre: Friendship and a touch of Lester / Connor
prompt: Summer Challenge Paekche 3 - "Savior of the widows and orphans "of 120_minuten
Pairing: Lester / Connor
Rating: PG 12
Word Count: 664 words.
Summary: Connor and Abby are returned from the anomaly. Lester watches the two can and his thoughts run wild.
A / N: spoiler for Season 4, if you do not already, that Abby and Connor to come back again.
Disclaimer: Primeval is the property of Impossible Pictures.
Beta: Ungebetat.

"of Passion"

He stood at his usual place on the balustrade. Looked up above the heads of its employees on the circular Corridor in the middle of the ARCs and watched as the long-missing members of his team entered. Connor and Abby looked tired. They were thin and the sun and weather tanned skin could not hide that the last seven months had them hit hard.

Lester stood there and felt in his suit and tie suddenly out of place before. When he thought about what the two missing people had in a world full of dangers lurking insidiously have to go through him to be well-structured life appeared effeminate and simple. He breathed and pushed those thoughts aside. While they shot for a split second through his brain were something else took all his remaining attention right: Connor. He had run with the other in the middle of the hall and saw Lester as he turned and seemed to find someone. For a moment he paused, then lifted his head and looked at him. Lester silently sucked in his breath between his teeth, as their glances met. Intensive and tense they drilled into each other, they seemed a universe of emotions and words together and move to the short distance away. They stared at each other and only as Sarah Connor happily fell on his neck were broken them.
Connor turned to the group and for the next few minutes seemed to consist only of the impact of people from the hands and pats, hugs and joyful welcome calls. A relieved smile played about Lester's mouth when he saw this.

The last months have been a torment. Again and again they had passed through anomalies and tries Connor, Abby and Danny found. Time and again they were returned without success. keep up the morale of the troops had demanded of all motor Lester. Especially since he began to lose even the hope. He had been dreaming of any horror scenario that there was. The probability of finding the right anomaly was negligible, but the possibility that all at that same time would be dead, all the greater. They were not trained to survive in such a world. How could it? Surrounded by carnivorous dinosaurs and other dangers that he could not even imagine.

dared to count more often than him, he was woken up at night drenched in sweat from a nightmare, another cruel scenario that the question "what if" embellishing to the smallest detail. There had been a time when he had devoted no eye had been a shadow of itself. Outwardly, he had to work and so he put on a suit and tie to the ARC to maintain the facade. But ultimately it was not a solution. The sleeping pills does. He could not afford to let herself go. He was the one to which all left and the one who had to rebuke them when he saw that they be expended. All worked in the team hard on the boundaries of their limits, but in particular Becker overdid it. Perhaps it was guilt, maybe the desperate hope the next anomaly to be finally find it, but Lester had him more than once to the call and in his place must. It was not so that he did not understand. On the contrary, he knew exactly what was going on in the soldiers, but it was also clear that it did absolutely nothing when he took over, and as a consequence of which failed.

Sighing, he put a hand on the cold railing. He was glad, Connor and Abby safe and sound to see again, but this victory had its drawbacks. Danny continued to be lost, and Lester could not yield to the triumph he felt as long as one of his men was still there. His eyes went back to Connor, he would have liked to be pulled and never released, but this was later more still time - after organizing the next rescue attempt for Danny.

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Persuasion:" Second Chances "(Anne / Frederick)

Title: "second chances"
Fandom: Persuasion
characters: Anne / Frederick
prompt: Summer Challenge-Made 3 "Sinking ships" for 120_minuten .
Rating: PG-12
Summary: decreases as the Laconia, Frederick thinks of Anne.
Word Count: 1021 words
Disclaimer: All Jane Austen and her heirs, none of this is me.
Notes: Death fic!. Quite cheesy. H / C - to be honest a lot of hurt and little comfort. * Sigh *
Beta: Ungebetat.

"second chances"

salt water burned his eyes. He heard the screams of his men, but he could do nothing more. The Laconia sank and he was her prisoner. The heavy bar on his chest, tied him to the ship and with bitter irony, he recognized that there is an adequate end for a sailor as he was.
The sea was cold and it drove the air from the lungs. He had trouble breathing and the stormy sea dashed over him in waves. He knew he would die tonight, as the water rose inexorably and pulled him away into the depths. Pictures appeared of a sudden in front of his eyes and he remembered.

*

When he entered the room he noticed it the first place. She sat on the sofa, which stood with their backs to the door and talked to his brother. This stood up when he observed Frederick, nodding to him.

"May I introduce," He drew attention to his guest, "Miss Anne Elliott of Kelynch Hall. This is my brother, Frederick Wentworth. "

Frederick nodded and Anne made a slight bow, while friendly, shy but smiled.

That was the moment in which Frederick fell in love.

He was a rational man of love at first sight and romantic flights of fancy, he did nothing. Yes, he doubted whether such a thing even existed. This changed when he saw Anne for the first time. She was certainly no beauty, but her eyes and her smile took him prisoner directly. He could not say why, but did one with security as they said goodbye later: He would see her again.

*

"Anne, I love you," he shouted as loud as if he wanted to announce to the world and not just her. Stormy he grabbed her arms and looked at her. Anne was touched by this exclamation, and the delicate flush overspread her cheeks. For Frederick it appeared all the more attractive and therefore he dismissed their shoulders to take her hands.

"Anne" he repeated, pulling her fingers to his lips, "my dear Anne." For a moment he was caught in the dizzying scent of her skin and in the delicacy of her hands to his mouth. Then he loosened his lips, but kept her hands in his.

"I love you, Anne," he said again, this time so loud that she could only hear it, "and I can not imagine a life without you. Anne, my little Anne, "he continued," with this I ask you to question my wife and me to conclude with the covenant of marriage. "

He sat down on one knee, the romantically exaggerated images he had ever loathed so forgotten.

"Oh, Anne ...", he sighed and his eyes expressed everything for which he lacked the words.

Anne looked at him and for a fraction of a second, Frederick was not sure what response he would receive. But then broke his smile train and she cast down her eyes.

"Yes," she whispered and looked up. Her gaze rested on him and they seemed to glow with excitement really. "Yes, Frederick, "she repeated.

Frederick jumped up. He could not believe his luck. Full of irrepressible joy that they had accepted him, he pulled her stormy in his arms so that they almost lost his footing. He did not care whether he violated the label or someone in that compromising pose saw all I could think of that he was Anne in his arms and that this was the happiest moment of his life.

*

"I can not," she said, her voice sounded forced, "I can not marry you."

"Anne, what ..." he exclaimed excitedly.

"We are too young," she interrupted him short. "I'm only 19," she said, as if he was not aware of this fact.

"Anne, what are you talking about?" He asked, barely able to hide the tremor in his voice.

"I spoke with Lady Russell, and she has shown me that we are still too young to get married now."

Frederick stared at him in horror and made him widely attacked, with his icy fingers interior.

"I love you, Anne," he replied, as if there is enough response to their statement.

gone up in Anne's eyes tear. "And I love you, Frederick," she replied, "but I can not marry you."

Frederick's heart stopped when she said that before unbridled anger seized him. Lady Russell, it was her work! She had persuaded Anne to solve their engagement because he was not good enough for her. No name, no assets, only a lousy sailor with anything else that he could give her, except his heart.

"Lady Russel," he spat out her name ... but fortfaren before he could, "interrupted Anne.

"Not," she said sadly, and put her small hand on his forearm, "Lady Russell stands instead of mother to me," she said, and made to destroy any arguments.

Frederick looked at her hand on his arm and looked at her. She looked sad, but determined. And suddenly he realized that it would not change its decision. He was not good enough for them and they had resolved their engagement.

Furious, he swallowed his arguments and withdrew her his arm as he turned and without another word of it stormed. Your desperate "Frederick" he ignored. Angry and helpless, he ran to his brother's parish, around blind to the beauty of nature it. He hated Anne Elliot that she had managed to hurt him like that. He hated her because she had broken his heart.

*

He closed his eyes as the damp cold of the sea died down around him. Desperate, he held his breath until he could not. Water-filled his lungs and forced him into full darkness. The last thing he thought was Anne. If God saved him and give him his life would once again, he knew he would make every effort to get it: The only woman he had loved in his life.

unconsciousness came over him and took him in death.


Life makes no second chances.

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Stargate:" Poker Face "(Jack / Daniel)

Title: " Poker Face"
Fandom: SG-1
Genre: Comedy
prompt: Summer Challenge-Made 3 "of circumstances, leave "for 120_minuten .
People: Jack / Daniel
Rating: PG
Word Count: 228 words.
Summary: you play poker.
A / N: I know that you "leave of circumstances," at the prompt do not necessarily think of Unterwäche, but what can I say: I'm a fangirl with dirty thoughts. * Gg *
Disclaimer: SG-1 does not belong to me, I play just so.
A / N: short, crisp, ungebetat.

"Poker Face"

His face was unreadable as he looked at the cards in his hand. The luck was kind to him and he was trying to grin wide. But he knew that he would betray it. Carefully, he winked at over Teal'c, who had not read. And Jack did not try to show what he had in his hand. But since he had no chance at Daniel. But the fine wrinkles around his eyes around told him that Jack did not have the best hand of the world and why he risked it.

"I want to see," he said suddenly in the silence and Teal'c raised an eyebrow in surprise.

This gave Daniel a glimpse of hope that it acted properly in regard to his silent companion.

Jack and Teal'c slowly put their cards on the table.

A few 7-series, a couple ... nothing that could not beat it.

The previously suppressed smile broke out at once on Daniel's face as he laid his cards on the table.

He had won and he knew it.

Jack stared at him pleadingly, but Daniel shook his head amused.

"No chance," he said and grinned even wider, "with her clothes!"

Jack sighed. He had really no luck tonight, he thought as he got rid of the last piece of clothing that he had yet to to stand in front of his friends in glorious nakedness. - He hated Strip Poker!

Chronic Long Term Dental Pain

Shelter "persuasion" (Zach / Shaun)

Title: "persuasion"
Fandom: Shelter
Pairing: Zach / Shaun
Genre: Romance
prompt: Summer Challenge Paekche 4 - "scenario: family reunion / celebration" of 120_minuten .
Rating: PG-12
Word Count: 397 words.
Summary: Shaun uses his powers of persuasion to convince Zach.
A / N: A bit of fluff.
Disclaimer: Shelter is the property of Here! film.
Beta: Ungebetat.

"persuasion"

Zach was nervous! For the hundredth time that day he looked in the mirror. Shaun had said that it was a completely normal food - jeans and T-shirt would suffice. Zach still had resorted to the good trousers and white shirt - casual but not too casual. Shaun him just had to stop them from attracting a tie as he stood in front of his wardrobe to move between to decide the two ties, which he possessed. Blue or red was the question of which answer was spared in when Shaun came up behind him and smile shuts the wardrobe door in his face.

"no tie", he said, and repeated again, "it's just a dinner with my parents."

Zach sucked in his breath audibly, and sought the views of his friend in the mirror. This smiled and wrapped his arms around Zach's hips.

"They know you, baby," he said and put his chin on Zach's shoulder, "and you know them well. It is not as if you meet the first time. "

Zach's mouth twitched nervously. "But it's the first time that I come to them as your friend. Sure, they know me from Gabe, but it was something else entirely. That being said, I do not know what they think of it that I'm gay. "

Shaun chuckled amused. "When they come to realize that I am, then they will certainly have no problem with that you also are." Shaun's warm breath touched Zach's neck. "And how glad I am only that it you are," he joked and tried to defuse the situation.

Zach grinned.

"I can not help it, I'm just totally excited."

"Shaun bit playful in Zach's ear. "You're cute when you're nervous," said Shaun.

"sweet," asked Zach back skeptical.

"And sexy," Shaun replied and kissed Zach's neck, "and clever," he added, and pressed a second Zach's kiss on her cheek, "and creative," he continued, as he planted a smacker leaning against Zach's forehead. "You're unbelievable," Shaun ended in his list, "and you make me happy."

Zach turned his head and kissed Shaun correctly. Their lips met each other soft and melted for a moment.

"That's what my parents will see when we go to them tonight," said Shaun, after they stopped the kiss and moved closer to her smiling, Zach, "and therefore they will love you just like me. "

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LotR: "Fate" (Haldir / Faramir) (3 / 3)

Title: " fate "
Fandom: Lord of the Rings

Pairing: 120_minuten
"and other sentimental kitsch of
- Summer Challenge Paekche 4 : Haldir / Faramir Genre: Death fic prompt .
Rating: R
Word Count: 559 words.
Summary: the last time the lovers meet.
A / N: This story is a oneshot for pairing Faramir / Haldir. It is also the third and final part of three stories, although they are independent of each other, but I, inspired by the prompt "injury / accident," the community 120_minuten ; have written. They are the main theme "Accident / chance / fate" held together I post under the other two stories. Here is the first part accident and the second part chance you have not read in order to understand this story. It just makes it a little easier. The story takes place way in the movie! Verse. Thanks kari77 for the wonderful story banner!
Disclaimer: Lord of the Rings is the property of JRR Tolkien and his heirs as well as New Line Production.
Beta: zamboni12 I really this helped to make the story presentable. Again, many thanks. * Hugs *

accident / chance / fate

III. Fate

Faramir heard the screams of his men and the clatter of swords. The roar of the orcs rang in his ears and adrenaline rushing through his body. Screaming, he raised his sword and joined. It buried itself deep in hot flesh and dark blood on the blade as he pulled it from the ore. From all over they rushed at him. They were not less but appeared to been spat directly from Saruman's throat to be. Osgiliath would fall, it had never been any doubt. The only thing he could do was to take as many of the beasts to their deaths, as he could. This was the last thing he thought consciously before him a sword pierced from behind.

*

Haldir coat flickered in the wind that blew across the battlefield. A call echoed over to him.

"retreat"!

He turned and looked at Aragorn. This looked back, called out to him that he should go into the safety of Helm's Deep. But before Haldir had the chance he heard the roar of the orcs behind him and felt the ax split his skull.

*

It was as though through a fog. He could not see the hand before his eyes as he slowly groped forward.

"Hello?" The moment in which the call left his lips, he was already swallowed by the fog.

"Hello?" He repeated, as he did another step forward. The fog lifted at once and he stood in a clearing. Soft moss was under his feet and from somewhere sunlight seemed to throw her golden patterns on the blades of grass. He looked up but saw nothing except the whitish gray, through which he had just moved over yet. When he turned his eyes from the sky, he saw him, Haldir.

He stood before him and looked exactly the way Faramir remembered him.

"Haldir, where I am, what ...?"

But Haldir interrupted him. With noiseless steps he went up to him and stopped. His look was serious when he examined him. Then he raised his hand and placed it on Faramir's cheek. This fell silent and looked at the Elf.

"I'm here to tell me adopt, "Haldir said suddenly, and smiled sadly.

Faramir did not understand.

"goodbye?" He asked. "But why? What's going on? "

Haldir still had the smile that Faramir was the last time that night and saw in the cave which had burned in his memory. It was a smile full of warmth, that enveloped him and gently laid his soul.

Haldir did not answer, but stroked his cheek. His hand went lower and remained at Faramir's chest lie. The palm rested where his heart was beating.

Faramir Haldir put his hand on and for a moment he felt, to feel both their hearts as they fought together.

Haldir turned his palm inwards, allowing them to fold their fingers together.

"Live, Faramir, Haldir continued and pressed his fingers," Promise me that you're happy. "

Faramir Haldir looked at him and realized that this here, where he always was, a goodbye meant forever.

By tränenverschleierte His eyes looked at him and tried his hand a smile.

"Farewell, my friend," he said sadly and closed his eyes before he whispered hoarsely. "Farewell, my beloved"

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LotR: "Random" (Haldir / Faramir) (2 / 3)

Title: "accident"
Fandom: Lord of the Rings

Pairing: Haldir / Faramir
Genre: PWP-ish
prompt: Summer Challenge 2 Paekche - the stormwater (With or without screen) "from 120_minuten .
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3369 words.
Summary: Faramir meets surprising to Haldir. Both are soaked to the skin, however, have to do something; D
A / N: This story is a oneshot for pairing Faramir / Haldir. At the same time it is the second part of three stories, although they are independent of each other, but I, inspired by the prompt "accident / coincidence" or "rain (With or without screen) "to the community 120_minuten have written. They are the main theme "Accident / chance / fate" held together, under the I post the other two stories. Here is the first part accident that one did not, however, must be read to understand this story. Thanks kari77 for the wonderful story banner.
Disclaimer: Lord of the Rings is the property of JRR Tolkien and his heirs and New Production Line.
Beta: zamboni12 really helped in making the story presentable. Again, many thanks. * Hugs *

accident / chance / fate

II random

It rained in torrents, as Faramir fought his way through the forest. The trees offered him little protection from the storm, so he was soaked to the skin and the wind tugged at his clothing. Rain drops ran down his forehead and cheeks. Shivering, he pulled the hood low in the face.

He hated it, in such a storm to be on the road, especially when the area where he was, did not know well. Despite all, he remembered a dark cave that he had discovered the last time and where he stayed when he was moved at much better weather through this park.

A tingling sensation in the nose and a powerful sneeze then interrupted his thoughts, he blinked and looked around. If he remembered correctly, the cave had to be here all around. Determined, he continued, directing his steps carefully on the slippery ground. His eyes searched the rocks before from him when he saw the discreet stone formation, which represented the protected entrance to the cave. Relieved, he followed a small path, which is a little extended and a cave entrance took place, which was not visible from the woods. It was the perfect place to pitch his camp undisturbed, and to hide from potential attackers.

Faramir sighed and turned back the hood. His tangled hair stuck to his forehead and exhausted, he wiped his eyes as he felt an unpleasant tingling in the neck. Immediately, he was wide awake. Something was wrong. With the experienced eyes and ears of a Ranger, he remained at the entrance and took up his bow. The arrow on the string, he listened and heard the faint crackling of wood burned in a fire. The smell of smoke rushed only now in the nose but from his position he could see no gleam of light.
tense he entered the cave, be prepared to have to defend every minute. It was obvious he was not the first who had that night the idea to pitch his camp here. However, whether friend or foe in the impenetrable darkness of the stone walls was, he could not recognize. He slowly put one foot before the other, and approached silently the bend that led further into the cave inside, a voice rang out behind him.

"Stand still!"

Faramir obeyed, as he simultaneously felt a sharp blade in the back. Apparently he had not been as quietly as he had thought.

"Who are you and what you want here?" Asked the voice continued.

Faramir swallowed.

"My name is Faramir," he said, much too loud for his own ears, while the bow drawn still held in his hand. "I come from Gondor and have got into the storm. Therefore I was looking for a place to pitch my camp. "

He felt the blade was taken down and turned around slowly. He let himself sink the bow he had kept all the time in position. The surprise
been discovered and caught from behind to be, was nothing compared to the bewilderment that Faramir felt at the sight of his opponent, as he stood over anyone, but an elf.

The elf was tall and his blond hair wreathed his shoulders in long, smooth strands. Much more striking was that he was half naked. Faramir's eyes slid along the adjustable upper body, formed the smooth muscles and disappeared at the hip in gray-green pants. Obviously also the Elf come to a thunderstorm and had his things to dry out the fire. So that he would have a visitor, he seemed not to have expected, which explained his elevator.

Faramir took a moment before he took himself. Although it is dim in the cave and he was soaking wet, he could not repress the thought, how breathtaking the Elbe looked like. His skin gleamed pearl colored and he was the spitting image of a warrior as it could only be the best sculptor in stone chisel to Gondor.

Out of nowhere suddenly inflamed desire in him, hit him by surprise and clutched together in his stomach. He nervously took a breath and held it for a split second, then he was back under control.

"govannen Mae * he said in Sindarin, in the hope of a peace offering.

The elf lowered his head almost imperceptibly into a nod. If he was surprised to have been welcomed in his native language, let he does not show it.

"My name is Haldir," he replied and walked over to Faramir to the next bend in the road. The young Rangers followed him and they circled the rock, which was the last obstacle before the cave opened into a large room. A piece from the entrance Haldir had kindled a fire, which appeared in the gray stone walls, flickering weakly red.

The elf put the dagger in his belt he was wearing and sat down on a flat ledge. Faramir came to the fire and stopped for a moment undecided. He saw Haldir to that looked back with a stone face. Faramir imperceptibly shrugged his shoulders and began to open the locks of the cape, was dripping from the water. He was already in a small pool and realized only now, when he was at the warm fire as he was really frozen solid.

With stiff fingers, he took off the jacket and put it on a large stone near the fire, when he saw Haldir's clothing. She seemed almost dry and only few were even darker, wet spots in the fabric visible. The dress was simple and from a green-gray that his vehicle had perfect blend with nature. It was not the first time that Faramir saw such clothes. The Weber Gondor had done its utmost to make the clothing of the Rangers so that their institutions in the woods, where they moved, were invisible, but with the art of the same could be the cloth which Faramir in the body bore no comparison. For a moment, distracted by this thought, he paused before he broke out of its rigidity and debated with himself whether he should move out before this stranger.

Haldir seemed to have read his thoughts because he said quietly in the silence: "The wet clothes dry quickly in the vicinity of the Fire. "

Faramir nodded and saw this as a request that his companion would not mind if he hung his clothes to dry also. With routine steps he took off his outer clothing, but retained as Haldir in his pants. They clung to his legs, because they were still wet, but the mere fact that he was naked to the waist to a stranger and, moreover, an elf sat opposite him uncomfortable.
course was ridiculous. As a Ranger, he was accustomed to rainfall and storms his men naked But see here, alone with the Elf, whose beauty represents a property of his race, he found it unusual. That being said, he constantly tried to ignore the nagging feeling of excitement, who headed wide at the sight of him in Haldir.
To distract himself, he reached into his pack and load took two apples out of it. He did not expect to run into a storm and originally planned to shoot a rabbit or bird for dinner. But those plans were quickly dissolved in air, so that the two apples were the only thing he brought with him to dinner.

With a smile he offered Haldir in the one apple that he accepted with a grateful nod. Obviously, the Elbe was rather a quiet fellow, because he had not been told much. Faramir could only be right. He was not socializing.
Instead of starting a conversation, he bit it so heartily in the apple. Faramir during chewing, he watched Haldir, who reached into his own luggage. He took out a cloth and opened it to reveal several thin loaves. He took one in hand, he said, handing Faramir half.

"Thank you", he said, and broke a piece of the light from cakes. With thumb and index finger to his mouth and he took it in for a surprise. He anticipated the sour aroma of bread. But what unfolded in his mouth, was an almost intoxicating taste, he was able to grip properly. It was refreshing yet spicy, sweet yet bitter enough that he was not bitter. It tasted like nothing he had ever tasted, and certainly not as a simple wheat flatbread.

"What's that?" He asked, surprised and took another bite. "It tastes wonderful." Haldir smiled

Faramir and still believed to recognize an amused glint in his eyes.

"Lembas," he said.

Faramir nodded, and from the special bread of the same he had heard. It was the myth that one bite was enough to get through the day and could supply all companies with just a few cakes. And they said that they tasted like heaven.

"The bread of the gods," he murmured softly, and Haldir looked up.

"You know the legend?"

Faramir nodded. He knew about the story that the bread was given once by the Valar the same as a gift was when the country was suffering from a famine. The elves shared the gift with the people and helped them in times of need, but they kept the recipe for themselves, resulting in the same time gratitude to resentment.

"It is the first time I try it," said Faramir, and seized with the soft dough in his hand a little tighter. "I ..." he began when he suddenly had to sneeze.

"Excuse me," he said, shrugging his shoulders. "The rain ..."

Haldir nodded and stood up. Without a word he ran to his clothes, which lay beside Faramir on the stones at the fire and put his hand against the fabric of his cloak. Obviously he felt that this was already dried. Satisfied with the result, he picked it up, shook it off and put it over his arm. Then he ran around the fire and stopped in front of his companions.

"Your trousers are still wet, Faramir. It would be better if you she also lies down to dry. So long, "and so saying he gave him against the coat," you can put on her the cloak. "

Faramir Haldir looked at and then the cape, while he again fought out in a fight over whether he should accept the proposal. On the one hand, Haldir was right. It was not healthy to sit around in wet pants, especially since he felt already pay a cold. On the other hand, it would be under the jacket completely naked. Only, it gave him Haldir, after all his cloak. A gesture that he knew to appreciate.

He sighed and nodded. Gratefully, he accepted the mantle and put on him. The fabric was soft and comfortable on the bare skin. Lightweight and rested on his shoulders and immediately donated a warmth the support of the fire. He got up and went to the stones. With his back to the elf standing, he took off his pants and laid them out to dry. Then he went back to the fire, wrapped the cloth tightly around himself.

"Thanks," he said for the second time to Haldir and sat down. "Normally I'm not prone to disease, but I fear that the rain has added more to me than I thought.

"How long have you waiting in the storm on the way?" Asked Haldir back interested.

"Not really long," Faramir replied, "maybe an hour until I reached the cave."

"You come from Gondor, you say," he continued, "because you are far away from your home."

Faramir smiled. "I am a Ranger", he replied, nodding as an explanation of the Elbe. He knew of the warriors of Gondor, which guarded the frontier Ithilien and freed from Sauron's henchmen.

"Why are you alone?" He asked further, and a shadow momentarily darkened the features of the young man.

"I was on my way to the next base," he said gloomily. "Orcs have invaded our camp for three nights and it was lucky that I escaped and some of my men. On the hunt through the forest, we lose ourselves, however, so I have made myself alone on the way to the next camp. "

Haldir nodded thoughtfully, and put on wood. "I'm sorry."

Faramir did not answer, but stared silently at the flames that licked greedily at the fresh branches.

"How is it? "he asked after a while, forget the conversation just prior.

"From Lórien," said Haldir.

Faramir rubbed the soft fabric of the jacket between his fingers.

"There should be a place full of beauty."

"It's a place I'm lucky to call my home," confirmed the Elbe.

"I would like to see him one day," Faramir replied thoughtfully. "The Mallorn-trees, such as liquid Gold will shine in the sun and the library. A place where I could safely spend months. "

Haldir laughed. "The library? It is rare that someone first mentioned the library. "

Faramir laughed, too. "It is the place that is home for me everywhere."

The elf ran his fingers through her blond locks. "A warrior and a scholar. This is the case you do not often. "

Faramir grinned. "And yet I am nothing special," he said.

Khadir replied not sure, but looked over to the clothing.

Faramir followed his gaze and stood up slowly. Since then, he had placed there, was some time has passed and, with luck, at least his pants were so dry that he could pick up again. As he senses the fabric, he felt Haldir's gaze in his back and the excitement he had been successfully suppressed surged again in him. It was not the first time that Faramir was a man attractive, but it was the first time that it was an elf.

He sighed, willing to suppress his feelings. He was half naked in a cave with an Elf, he had never seen before. Why then only he had the feeling that he knew him all his life? It was an intimacy between them which had been felt through the words of their conversation. They could be silent together, and it felt uncomfortable or even embarrassing.

the look down, he got up and walked back to his seat. When he sat down, he looked up and met Haldir's eyes, which had followed him. For a split second, it looked like it. But she was gone as quickly as they had come. He was a fool, so tired and exhausted that he imagined things and gave his wishes on others. He yawned wearily.

"Maybe it would be better if we sleep," Haldir said, amused.

Faramir shook his head. "Tell me more about Lórien," he called him instead. He felt at ease in society Haldir and he was determined to waste a minute of it.

And told Haldir of Lórien. From the wonders of the forest and the beauty of nature. He told of his Lord and his Lady, his task as a border guard and his family. He told of his brothers and a life in harmony.
Farmair listened fascinated, and could see everything going on. They talked about their lives that were so different and yet so similar. Both were guards who were their masters, yet they separated worlds. Faramir - Product of stone walls and gleaming white stone, Haldir - child of nature, which he wore just like in nature is the same in himself. But what really separated them was time. Thousands of years, the Haldir lived, where he gained experience, things seen and had done that Faramir knew only from yellowed scrolls. A Life in immortality, which was both surprising and burden. They talked
opened to each other and got closer to a way with which both were not expecting. At the end of the night the feeling of intimacy was even stronger than before. It came almost before Faramir as if they were to meet before, when they would have brought together not only the chance that night.

for the hundredth time he watched Haldir shot and unwanted thoughts through his mind. How about to kiss her mouth, which he listened all night, fascinated had. How about to bury his hand in his hair and skin feel on skin. For a moment he was captured in these pictures, as he stared at the elf.

cleared his throat and Faramir Haldir awoke from his trance.

"Maybe it's really time for us to sleep. A few hours remain until the sun rises. "

" I knew you should not keep you awake so long. Excuse me. "

" I prefer a good conversation before sleep any time, "replied the elf, and smiled. Faramir smiled

back. was on "I'm glad that I am not alone so crazy."

Haldir and went to him. "You are anything but crazy, Faramir," he said and pulled him to his feet.

They stood facing each other, much too tight, as that Faramir could hide what he felt. The breathing stopped him as Haldir looked at him. It was as if he was looking for something in his eye. Then he smiled again and the first time that night, Faramir fell on the pits that were formed by Haldir corner of my eye when he did this.

"Haldir" he began, but did not get far. The Kiss stopped his flow of words and surprised him at the same time. Haldir's lips pressed against his and Faramir's heart beat faster.

Unsolicited he opened his lips and immediately felt the touch of Haldir's tongue against his. Quickly turned the kiss of a cautious keys to a passionate duel.

Haldir put his hand on Faramir's mind and moved him closer to himself, while the other slipped under his coat and lay against his chest. It was the beginning of something great at the end of a long night.

They made love at dawn, while the sun rose, slowly and tenderly, not two strangers who researched, but familiar, the known paths entered. They loved each other sensually, and with the certainty that it was the right thing. It seemed as if this night two parts found each other, which together formed a whole, without that they had suspected that something was missing them.
They loved each other with the desperation of those who knew that they must separate and the slowness of those who want to hold onto what they have. They loved each other until it was bright and the birds began to twitter. Then they fell asleep. Exhausted and happy in the arms of another.

As Faramir awoke he was alone. The fire was extinguished and Haldir was nowhere in sight. Confused, he peered into the semi-darkness before his eyes had become accustomed. Then he saw that not only Haldir was gone, but his stuff. He had to be gone, while he was still asleep.

Faramir sat up. He did not know what to make of it. He was disappointed and at the same time he called himself a fool. Haldir was nothing more than a stranger, a casual companion, who had been forced upon him by the turmoil of the storm. He sighed and stood up. Deep in his heart he knew he was a little pre-logical, that in this Night is not just a casual acquaintance and harmless sex was gone. It sounded strange, but in the few hours they had spent together, Faramir had become aware that there had been more.

He went to the stones on which he had the night before, laid his clothes out to dry. But instead of spread out stiff and rough, they were folded neatly before him. In addition to his shirt, his trousers and tunic were his two slices of soft Lembas who were of his way to the next camp more than adequate.

He stopped when his eyes fell on the mantle, because there was not his own clothes, but had worn the gray-green cloak Haldir, Faramir the last night. He was also folded neatly. Tenderly, he ran his hand over the soft fabric and smiled. It was Haldir's last goodbye to him, a gift that he said what he already knew and which he was so sure of a sudden, as never before in his life. This night was
might be a coincidence, and they would probably never see again, but they had done something out of their encounter: For them, it was love.




* "govannen Mae", "Be salute "(in the same language Sindarin)