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For kira_k, Thranduil and Elrond (LoTR) / raison d'être / "The sweet hunt" / Rating: PG / Word count: 340


"So," Thranduil said after the goblets of wine were served along with fruits and dessert "was the hunt enjoyable, Lord Elrond?"

The ruler of Imladris took a sip from the spicy-scented, deep red liquid, the best Mirkwood had to offer.

"It was worth for a song, my lord. How the blood rushed in the body from the anticipation as the call sounded, how fast the chase was, how sweet the victory turned out."

Thranduil smirked as he listened to the darker elf's melodious voice.

"The game was regal in his realm, the strongest, fastest white deer of whole Mirkwood. It didn't make it easy for me, he ran and leapt, dodging my arrows, avoiding my spear."

Thranduil nearly purred as he replayed the hunt in his mind, lazily stretching out on the silk and velvet cushions.

"But finally I cornered it and the deer knew there's no escape, this trophy shall be mine. Oh, how it fought still, till its last breath, valiantly! However, I overcame it and then, those brilliant eyes began to beg to me for mercy."

"Don't overreact it," Tranduil growled softly, catching a beaded braid of Elrond's long hair and pulling it slightly. The dark elflord just smiled.

"When it finally surrendered, I stabbed it swiftly and mercilessly, dragging out his suffering as long as I was just able to."

Thranduil couldn't hold back a smirk. "Such a cruel, vicious monster you are, my lord Elrond. Yu surely enjoyed every minute of the deer's agony. A Mirkwood elf would say the reason of life is the hunt, the wine and the love. Your people would disagree, yet, you seem quite fond of all the three."

"I am indeed used to quieter times and gentler entertainments but I must confess, fair Thranduil," Elrond smiled and wetted his lips with the wine, "I enjoyed today's hunt greatly."

The wild elven-king leaned closer and stole a kiss from the lips still carrying the aroma of the spicy drink.

"Next time, dear Elrond," he cooed "you'll run and I'll chase."




For ethereal_vision, Erik and Charles (X-men) / "I'm staying with a friend of mine, cus at home tension is running high, I'm sorry about the dirty clothes and dishes in the sink." / "Healing process" / Rating: PG / Word count: 351


The old professor welcomes the young man with a smile. Charles feels warm in the inside. He missed true happiness, honest gratitude for what seems to be eons.

The halls of the hospital are well-lit, the mood is surprisingly light although Charles can sense the darkness throbbing behind the closed doors, inside the patients’ minds. He shivers involuntarily and pulls up his shields.

”Magnus, come here. Meet Charles Francis Xavier. He’s a volunteer worker from America. Show him around, will you?”

The ice-blue gaze is mesmerizing and the tanned body moves with a natural grace. And his mind is so strange… and how loudly he can think, ouch!

„Is something the matter?” Magnus frowns lightly.

„Just a little headache, there’s nothing to worry about.” Charles smiles and follows the other man.

***

“So, you’ve been in the war,” Magnus states, over the rim of his glass. Charles nods. The alcohol is blissfully blunting his senses, his pain, everything. It’s nice to sit next to Magnus and Xavier moves a little closer, for warmth.

“I’ve been there. Seen so many deaths and blood, it’s all in my head and won’t get out. And when I got home, my girl… we were engaged… when I went home, she was another man’s.” Oh dear, he’s drunk and Charles knows this as he sniffs and leans on Magnus’ shoulder. “The tension was too much, y’know? Had to escape. It’s peaceful here.”

The darker young man takes the glass and places it down. “This place is for healing. You’ll heal as well, I’m sure.”

“I can’t do that alone,” Charles whispers.

Magnus is drunk as well. And it seems to be a good idea to lean closer. Charles is the most brilliant man he had ever seen, it’s wonderful to talk, argue, and debate with him and he’s not without charms either.

“Let me help then.”

***

The Moon drifts away on the sky and Charles indeed feels better. He ignores the clothes lying about on the floor and slips back into the bed, next to Magnus who – judging from his smile – feels better as well.



For lenihanfighter, Lust and Sloth (FMA) / "you're on your own my little nightmare your job is done here you've scared them all to death if they revive them just sit there just smile dear. make them thankful for every breath" / "Gratitude" / Rating: PG / Word count: 220


She wasn’t anything special with the soft brown hair and the wide green eyes. She wasn’t too smart or even too pretty; a nice average. But Lust wasn’t there to care about that. She just came, like a shadow, a dark ghost of desire and tainted her in every way possible.

The woman named Trisha – Hohenheim’s bitch, as Dante called her – was lonely and Lust could smell the need around her. Yet, she resisted for quite a long time. But the pretty Sin wasn’t named Lust for nothing. She teased and cooed, touched and caressed, promised and fulfilled the breathless pleas which eventually emerged from Trisha’s lips. The boys were sleeping soundly in their beds, they never suspected that their mother is writhing in the arms of a black-clad female monster, panting heavily and moaning from pleasure.

It was so easy to taint her mind and her body as well. When the job was done, Lust left and never came back until the bothers tried and failed to bring Trisha back.

After that, she just sat on her chair, watching the transformation, sometimes snatching a crumble of red stone for herself. Like candy, really.

And when Sloth finally emerged in all her glory, Lust told her the truth and smiled when those dazed eyes closed and the fine hands began to move



Cof, yours in on the way. And damn you, Kalib. No request, no ficcy.

Comments

[kira-k.livejournal.com]

Awww~ I can't offer concrit. I loved it. And I loved how Thranduil and Elrond actually switch XD And I loved how it was a lovely, and fluffy, and how Thranduil tugged at Elrond's hair when he said "begging" and awww~

/me melted.

The other two... I loved them, too. The Erik/Charles was sweet, like I could picture it as in a comic and I loved how they healed...

The Lust/Trisha was scary. Yes. Makes me have nightmares. Don't worry, I'll live it through and I guess Trisha enjoyed this kind of death more than when the plothole ate her... XD