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[RPS Jonas Brothers] The hopeless telling ... ~ Joe / Nick ~ Kevin / Nick


Title: The hopeless telling of sorries cling to your lungs Fandom: RPS Jonas Brothers
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Challenge: Special # 7 @



IT100

Torque: L


Prompt: serious
Characters: Joe Jonas, Nick Jonas Pairing: Joe / Nick, with references terrible Joe / Demi Lovato
Rating: Pg13
Word Count: 293 (FDP) Warnings: Angst , non-graphical relationship between blood relatives Disclaimer: The characters of the story belong to themselves and I, poor girl who does not take a cent from all this, I'm not insinuating anything (nooo, not!). Notes:
• Everything was written after hearing the terrible news of the Promise Ring ( this ). Fortunately, then it went how it went. \\ O / Title • @ Sons and daughters.
The hopeless telling of sorries cling to your lungs
There are certain little things that often cause more serious damage to what he might think. Joe realizes when, returning home, Nick is waiting for him in the room. He does not need his brother to speak or understand what upsets him the reason for his visit: he simply looking at him, her dark eyes meet and deal with the sadness that try to hide.
"So in the end did you buy it," begins the boy, his voice trembling for something that at first glance it is anger, but maybe it is not at all.
ring, velvet box wrapped in paper of the elegant jewelry, seems to be extremely heavy in his pocket. The first instinct that warns, hearing directly from the base of his chest, is to get rid of throw it away before he dragged down with him, but Joe is an adult now and has learned over the years - with difficulty - not to allow the instinct to win. "Yes," then admits, remaining motionless at a safe distance from Nick. Resentment - the one who tried to bury and hide for so long - and suddenly exploded all at once: "It is really what you've always wanted, right? Something Journal to divide us, to prevent us from making mistakes
. "
Nick bows his head, leaves emerge a bitter smile. "Yes," murmured, "you're right." With his eyes still low, not daring to look at Joe's passes towards the door, and the straight folds of her lips and the curve of his shoulders make him understand that nothing will hurt what you have just never did. "I'm sorry," whispers then, just before his brother cross the threshold.
"I do not doubt it," receives in response, while the feeling of having lost it slowly becomes certainty.

Title: We will always be a light
Fandom: RPS Jonas Brothers
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ruka_nanjou Challenge: Special # 7 @





IT100


Torque:
E

Prompt:

speed
Characters:
Nick Jonas, Kevin Jonas
Pairing: Kevin / Nick
Rating: Pg
Word Count: 188 (FDP) Warnings: Report inbreeding Disclaimer: The characters of story belong to themselves and I, poor girl who does not take a cent from all this, I'm not insinuating anything (nooo, not!). Notes:
• Dedicated to the love: Vany, Ruka and Ale, because we know that this is all their fault. XD • Title to the Ageless Beauty Stars . E 'random, but I am exhausted. XD
We will always be a light
"The speed of this that I sometimes displace," confesses Nick, holding his left hand playing with Kevin and his faith . "We were just us, until a short time ago, but now ... "
not end a sentence, but his brother does not make any difference, knows all too well that unease, fear that indefinite, because he tried on his own skin when the desire to marry Danielle began slowly to turn into reality.
"Yes," replied, passing her free hand on the forehead and moving back some of his curls, "things are moving fast enough." Nick seems to feel better, at his touch, letting you lean forward stroke again, by pressing their knees against each other, tap their heads. "But it does not have to change all right? "murmured, her mouth a few inches away from the other.
The real question hidden in those words is immediately obvious in the eyes of Kevin and the response to it is equally clear. "No," blowing out, without the slightest delay, and his lips seek those of his brother, leaning on them for a short time. "I do not have to."

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[Flash Forward] The truth burns deep inside ~ Demetri

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The truth burns deep inside Fandom: Flash Forward
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Challenge: Special # 7 @
IT100


Couple: The


Prompt:

find


Characters: Demetri Noh, appointed Al Gough Rating: Pg13
Word Count: 113 (FDP)
Disclaimer: The characters in the story belong to their respective owners and creators, who hold the rights. Nothing is written for profit. Notes: • References to the episode 1x07 . T_T I • Demetri owna in significant ways. • Dedicated to Rukina, that when I flash to listen to my ravings FF. XD ♥ • Title to
Sing For Absolution Muse of .
The truth burns deep inside
What you should try, after the action of Al, is the desire to really change things, so as not to make his sacrifice useless. You feel anger, directed towards those who put the whole world in this wretched situation, and above all you should feel guilty, because you could not avoid them, and convince him to jump, because maybe there was another way and you would have to find it. And really try it all - takes you from that day lying in your chest - but lying to yourself if I did not admit that, with them, have also found hope: the selfish, miserable hope that if Al was able to die, maybe you manage to survive.

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[The Betrothed] The road to hell ~ the Nun of Monza


Title: The road to hell
Fandom: The Betrothed
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IT100 couple: D

Prompt:

yes
Characters: the Nun of Monza, named Giles and Lucy
Pairing: ... Egidio / Gertrude? But the whole thing "canonical" XD Rating: Pg13
Word Count: 296 (FDP) Disclaimer: The characters of the story property of their respective owners and creators, who hold the rights. Nothing is written for profit. Notes: • Um, yes. I know. Gertrude, however, will always remain one of my favorite characters Evah! > _ \u0026lt; • The road to hell is paved with good intentions
= title = mio proverbio preferito evah. C’è un sacco di roba preferita evah in queste note, me ne rendo conto. La strada per l’inferno
Le parole dell’uomo risuonavano nella sua testa: sentiva l’affetto, il rispetto, le preghiere che mascheravano richieste e minacce; più di ogni altra cosa, ricordava la piega delle labbra di Egidio, che pareva davvero quella del diavolo.
Si avvicinava al parlatorio come un condannato si avvicina alla forca: meditava ogni istante di voltarsi indietro e fuggire, ma la parola data agiva al pari d’un carceriere e la obbligava ad andare avanti. La discesa verso l’inferno was always faster and something inside her told her that last step would be the most fatal. Gertrude did not know when, exactly, he damned his soul. Maybe it happened a lifetime ago, when he uttered the fateful yes
that had bound forever to that place, doing away with itself, but also avoid losing everything that was worth having. Maybe it had happened when, for the first time he heard the man's voice caress the ears, and had listened, that sunny afternoon many years ago. Maybe it did not matter, because whatever was the decisive moment had now gone and lost, unable to change.
Now, to be deprived of Lucia lacked the faint hope that the girl had given her with his dazzling purity and salvation, of all things. He was uttering a thousand times a thousand times and still ensure that
fatal plunge to the bottom of the abyss murarsi alive inside. Now in the parlor, there was no way to turn back every word referring to the girl over the grate to hit the heart and when, finally, Lucia left the monastery it seemed that those rooms had made darker, closer and suffocating. The only light that Gertrude could see, then, was the arrogant grin Egidio - And was certainly the devil's grin.