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1 duck breast 1 pear
50ml. red wine 20gr. 1cda butter. elderberry jam 50ml. chicken broth Olive oil



pears should be cut in a fan shape
cut in half long then Across fans for butter can replace it Margarine and that is cheaper chicken broth are those that sell into cubes or whether they used the fund as chicken The elderberry marmalade can be replaced by orange Strawberry or having.




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30gr.
carrot 30gr. of salt alverjitas c / n
white pepper Preparation





In a saucepan, boil the broth with the wine. Let reduce by half. Continue to simmer and add the butter and jam along with the pears and cut. Give the desired texture as it moves. In a skillet, heat the olive oil hastq who smokes. Place the spiced duck breast. Allow to cool for a minute on both sides, after the which proceed to put into the preheated oven 160C for about 10 minutes drive. Once
fried pechiga cut into strips widthwise. Cut the same way the two halves of the pear. serve the breast by inserting a slice of duck with a pear. Put the sauce over the breast. Sevir
with alverjitas carrots and sauteed with salt and white pepper




remember that the breast can not be completely covered in sauce and that would cover the main part of the plate and we do not want to happen

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Tiana Brennan [Beauxbatons rpg] [Table childhood lajuguetería]

Community: lajugueteria
Fandom:
Beauxbatons RPG Characters: Tiana Brennan

1. 'Adults are weird "
2. 'I would prefer being an only child'
3. 'I want-that-toy'
4. 'Do it again'
5. "Why?"
6. 'Do not turn out the light'
7. 'Please and thank you'
8. 'You have to share'
9. 'I understand when you grow up '
10. 'Chiche new'
11. 'Kissing is disgusting'
12. 'Where do babies come from?
13. 'I love you'
14. 'And my gift? "
15. 'I never had a barbie'
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As it should be. [Beauxbatons rpg] [independent Drabble]

Title: As it should be.
Fandom: Beauxbatons RPG. Characters
: Tiana Brennan / Lucas Bouchard
Rating: PG
N / A : This would be in the distant future, years ahead, and I wanted to write after half rolearlo by means that are not forums but As you are cool. Let's see: Lucas Bouchard belongs to eugeart and Denisse, the other character that is mentioned in addition to Thomas, Adeline and Claire (which are mine) belongs to thaly_black .
Words: 2583


entering the apartment the first thing I did was take off his shoes. I was so tired she almost seemed that all Paris had traveled on foot, and that we just had walked. But lately I was tired, and was wrong, and believing what was happening was a constant headache.

Because I was so scared.

had spent almost the entire day his brother's house, with little Claire. His niece was the most adorable thing she remembered ever having seen, so she had not minded at all that Thomas called her to stay with her until that evening because his girl and he had things to do.

Although she knew those things to do was basically have a day off together.

Claire and she had played, had eaten so much healthy food as a few trinkets that she had been charged with buying and finally Claire had fallen asleep on it, at which time Tiana had begun to think as she gently caressed his brown hair of the child.

was a delay. A delay of one week. At first, he thought it would be foolish. Unimportant, we would in a few days and everything would be fine. She used to take their pill every day, it was almost impossible to have missed something. Of course I then recalled that the last time he had run the pills had been a couple of days without taking anything.

was an idiot, an irresponsible idiot.

Thomas had taken from his thoughts when he and Adeline had arrived. Thomas had been grateful to stay with Claire, then the three of them had been talking a bit and finally she had gone with the excuse that Lucas should be waiting at home. In fact, the real reason was I wanted to buy something before returning home.

That something in his hand at that time.

tried not to think about the lump in his throat that he had since realized that Lucas was not home. She was alone, and at that time badly needed a hug and someone told you that everything would be fine. Because he had followed the instructions, and all I could do and was waiting for the draw hairlines as necessary.

One and all would be well. Two and would be totally lost.

Sitting on the couch, staring at the device who was on the prospectus issued on the table, felt the time passed very slowly. I could have done for the magic method, a spell and it would have been faster. But she wanted to do something in time, as if waiting for Lucas to appear. For sure with him at her side would not be so afraid to know the answer.

thought to call Denise. Your friend certainly would know what to say, it could even go up there and go with her, distracting her as time passed I had to wait. Then discarded, not wanting to worry her unnecessarily and it sure was busy. In addition, it was not so long. Sure, it was more frightening than it actually was.

then looked at the clock and realizing he had already spent the time took the unit almost as fast as he was about to fall out of the hands. A hairline was beginning to clear. A small smile wanted to look into his mouth, thinking it was the final answer.

Until the second hairline also appeared.

automatically looked down at her belly. How was it? No, that question was idiotic. Of course I knew how it happened that, he knew too well. But there was no change, did not notice anything. I just knew that something was there, creciendo lentamente.

Tragó saliva, cerró los ojos y respiró hondo. Vale, no iba a ser para tanto. Llevaba años con Lucas, se querían, ambos tenía buenos trabajos, aquel apartamento era grande. Todo iba a salir bien. Si, en el fondo aquello tenía que ser una buena noticia. Ese tipo de cosas siempre eran buenas noticias. Tenían que serlo.

Se levantó del sofá, recogió el prospecto, la cajita y con al aparato en la mano entró a la cocina para tirarlo todo a la basura. ¿Para qué necesitaba tenerlo allí encima de adorno? Sólo servía para lo que ella lo había utilizado, así que prefería deshacerse de ello antes de que empezara to be a reason to feel that way.

heard the door close. Lucas had arrived.

Feeling cold bare feet on the ground walked slowly into the room, arms crossed, trying to smile as if nothing had happened. Lucas smiled back and approached her and kissed her softly in greeting. Tiana assumed that was his little collaboration in the kiss that got Luke looked a little confused.

-Baby, something wrong? Are you okay? Is everything okay with your brother and that? Tiana

nodded, giving answer to all three questions. Because if anything happened. But he said nothing while uncrossed his arms and hugged him hard, feeling him respond to his embrace. Lucas was removed and folded one of his hands with one of the boy to take her to the couch. Forced to sit and sit instead of hugging him as he often did, sat at the other end, cross-legged on the couch Indian style.

-Lucas, I have to talk to you about something.

could almost see the fear in his eyes peek Lucas. He stretched out his hand, looking for the boy again, and again the intertwined with theirs. Gently squeezed, as if to say that there was nothing wrong.

"I'm not scared, what happens?
"I ... no I expected either, right? It was an oversight or something. I did not want to say anything not to worry, but now it is confirmed I can not ocultártelo. You know, this is something of both. But it is a good thing, right? Has to be, because ...
-Ann, please.

Luke's voice was almost a plea, while hers was almost too weak to be heard. I was afraid to say out loud, and it seemed that the lump in her throat grew bigger as the time approached. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, gathered strength.

-Lucas, embarazada. I murmured.

Now when Lucas had to be embraced and said that everything would be okay, that was good news. Had to be. But nothing was happening. Not even a minimal gesture, simply squeeze the hand would have sufficed. But Lucas kept quiet. Total and hopelessly still.

- Will not you say anything?

eyes welled with tears. No, I had to be. I should be crying for happiness in the arms of her boyfriend, instead of holding back tears as he got up without saying anything, letting his hand, leaving her alone.

-Lucas, please ... "she sobbed.
"Sorry.

Sorry? "That was all he had to say? What lo sentía?

Las lágrimas empezaron a caer justo cuando escuchó la puerta volver a cerrarse. Se dejó resbalar con la espalda pegada al respaldo del sofá, mientras se abrazaba si misma a la altura de la tripa. Lloraba muy fuerte, y aquellos temblores, casi convulsiones, la hacían sentir como si hubiera vuelto hacia atrás en el tiempo. Porque no era ni remotamente lo mismo, pero a la vez sí lo era. Porque de nuevo el chico al que quería le había hecho daño.

Pero aquella vez dolía un poco más. Porque aquella vez no sólo lo quería. Aquella vez no sólo se trataba de ella.

Estaba oscureciendo. Lucas seguía sin aparecer. Ni siquiera sabía cuánto long he lay there, but I knew that tears were falling, and that the first had dried. Although I did not want to move, she was falling asleep lying there, so he got up as he could.

still barefoot, walked around the apartment, clutching herself, up to the room. I knew there would make things worse, because that smell to Lucas. But I could not fall asleep on the couch, just because that was where he had spent everything.

He jumped into bed, lying face down first. That was uncomfortable and could not breathe well, so it was placed face above. His back felt as though he were drowned belly down, and then could only think about how would that feel in a few months, getting the result that the tears began to fall a little harder, even though in theory have already been smoothing. Decided that the best side was like he was.

stared at the bedroom door, which was right in the center of your field of vision from its position. He was half curled into herself, her arms hugging the pillow, which was already wet from her tears something. By now the room was nearly dark, the only light we had was the low emitting light and the moon coming through the window.

"Where was Lucas?

Basically, all I wanted was for him to return. Hear him say more than a sorry. Also, what was that sorry? Because he was afraid that it meant he was sorry, but it would only because he was not going to go ahead with that. Very, very afraid. More afraid of that I thought could have ever. That kind of fear that paralyzed her, which prevented her from thinking clearly beyond what I was thinking at that time.

The sound of the door, the sound that he had heard three times in such a short time, awoke. She had fallen asleep waiting for Lucas to come back, but there it was again. Looked like it was dawn, because there was a little light in the room but not too much. Lucas had spent the night outside.

heard his footsteps echoing down the hall, approaching the room. As he saw his shadow look out the door he turned in bed. I did not want to see her with eyes as red as it had, swollen. Although part of her wanted, in desperate need, embrace it, was another who refused to even look. That night was one of the worst of his life.


-Ann ...
Luke's voice came from virtually next door. He felt the mattress sink after her, probably because he was climbing. He shrugged a little more about herself. He closed his eyes tightly.

-Ann, please look at me. Tiana

shook his head, with eyes closed. Maybe it was a childish behavior, something they should not do. But he would not look at him, wanted him to apologize. I wanted to tell him what it meant that I'm sorry. But above all, wanted the big hug.

"Sorry, really. A lot. I panicked, not knowing what to do and needed to think. I did not want, you know you never want to hurt. Before I hurt you prefer something happened to me.
- Then why did you leave me alone when I needed you most?

had not opened my eyes, but the words had left him alone. I knew it was a low blow for Lucas, but could not help it. Was the question that had hovered over his head, he needed to say it aloud.

miedo.-admitted "I was Lucas.
- And I do not? "I was not afraid, Lucas? I was terrified. I am, in fact. I find out I'm pregnant, I say to my boyfriend and he runs off to who knows where it was miedo. "Her voice was breaking slowly, tears in her eyes again, closed todavía." But I fear I've been through tonight, not knowing if you went back, not knowing what would happen to ... She put one hand to the gut almost unconsciously ... with this, myself, whatever you have inside ... now that fear does not count? "Damn ...


Then he saw the arms of Luke, who stretched it to rotate and cradle her against his chest as she wept. Very strong hugged him as if his life depended on it. Well, his life and the life that was growing.

"Sorry. I love you, baby. I love you. I will not leave you alone, you I swear. Tonight has been horrible. At first I was afraid of what you said. ... I could not get used to the idea of having a baby. Never, never would have imagined. I was so scared so I did not even realize the damage you were doing when I left. But I love you, and that is above the fear you may have.
"So ... you want to be with me?" Half sobbed Tiana.
"Yes, Ann. Never, never doubt that I'll be by your side. At your side. And to prove it ...

Suddenly, Luke is half sat up, still hugging Tiana. He spent one of his arms by his legs, lifting the bed and pasting it over your body. Tiana surrounded his neck to keep from falling as he stood up on the floor with her arms, looking confused. They left their room and took until just before entering the hall, where fell to the ground.

-Lucas, what happens? "Said Tiana, when he covered his eyes with his hands.
"Trust me. I want to show that this is going to be okay.

lead until he was left in what was to be the center of living, more or less. One of the hands of Lucas left open one eye to encircle her waist, just a second before the other to follow her and her eyes open when Luke is totally hit his back, that embrace.

Her laughter almost sounded better than I expected after so many tears. Because

front of you had a skateboard half the normal size. A little skate, and tailored to a child .... Or a child. But the important thing was not the skate. What mattered was what the skate represented.

"I saw a store in the wee hours of the morning while walking. I waited all night at the door to be opened today for ...

Lucas was cut by the kiss of Tiana. His cheeks were wet with tears of it. But they were good tears, tears of happiness. It was a kiss that meant that everything was fine, he had gotten the message.

"That was as it should be, do you hear? Tiana said, on tiptoe, holding the boy's face with both hands to support his forehead against it .- I should have embraced from the beginning. Have told me that everything would be okay. But it does not matter because you're hugging me, and I know everything will be okay. I know because you're here.

Luke's laughter joined his back just before the kiss. Because they were together, the two. The two that in a few months would be three. And all would be chaos, and neither know what to do, but neither seemed to mind as they embraced and said I love you. None of both cared least.

Because that's as it should be.

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Smiles. [Original] [independent Drabble]

Title: Smiles.
Fandom: Original.
Characters: She and he, without a name.
Rating: G
N / A : It has made me feel good writing this. No part of any story, not part of anything at all, is short, it makes little sense and have written a half-sheet that was in my room (the proof is the picture you will see under cut, and on which you can do Click to view full-size, but the flash will not let you read too).
Words: 81




I do not know if you ever have felt.
- What? "Questions, confused.
"That feeling that you really can change the world, your smile will trigger a smile after another, a movement that will never end.
"No, I do not think I have felt.
"Well is a nice feeling. Frustrating, but nice.
- Frustrating?
- if frustrating. For as much as you smile, there's always someone who does not smile with you.
"I promise to always smile you smile.

Then, I smile. And a smile lights up your face too.

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main Faces ~ ~




Juliette Anne Lefevre {}

Draw August 15. Adrian Fronsac. Medicine.
Shy. Alegre. Unsafe. Dreamer.



Lionel Jean Fournier {}

July 16 Musketeers. Elianne Noire. Curses.
Faithful. Contradictory. Do and be happy. Weak.


{
Princess Elizabeth Brennan }

Climb September 22. Lucas Bouchard. Journalism.
Loca. Jealous. Imaginative. Impulsive.



Demian Gervais {} Villeneuve

October 31 Sticks. Chloe Benedict. Music.
Protector. Edge. Complicated.



Faces High ~ ~





Nicolas Lefevre - Lefevre
Lucille Parent Juliette.



Christophe Fournier - Fournier Estelle
Lionel Parent.

Alisha Brewster


Lionel Former fiancee.



Thomas Brennan - Brennan Elizabeth
brother and mother of Tiana.



Horace Villeneuve - Villeneuve Claire Parent
Demian.



Dorian Fournier - Gabrielle Fronsac
[ In the future ]
Son of Lionel and Eliane - daughter of Juliette and Adrian

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A fact is a solidified opinion. [Beauxbatons rpg] [table murphy laws, 30vicios] [5 / 30]

Title : A fact is a solidified opinion.
Fandom: Beauxbatons RPG.
Characters : Juliette Lefevre / Adrian Fronsac
Rating: PG13 Warnings
: In the first paragraph is a bit of lemmon, but almost nothing is already the end of lemmon itself.
N / A : ... Juliette is Juliette. It's great.
Words: 602
Table boy. Legs trembling, dim. An electric current mounting him from behind until she remembered that she was alive.
then calm.
opened his eyes met those of Adrian. Without really knowing why, she blushed. He just smiled before dropping to one side of the bed, without much strength. Juliette turned and hugged him, resting his head on his chest, and practically had taken the habit. He liked to hear the boy's heartbeat. As if something inside him said that the fault they were so fast it was all yours. But it was a guilt that he loved to load.
Adrian's hand became entangled in her hair down to her neck, down to his back, where they lingered a little longer, giving him a more relaxed touch that if that was possible. None of them had even made an attempt to say anything, because the timing was better without words. Juliette

raised his head slightly and placed a gentle kiss on the boy's skin, before rising slightly to position your head and stay Adrian next to each other. However, Adrian looked up. Well, who says he watched, says he closed his eyes toward the ceiling, and a smile on his lips. He touched his nose

with the boy's ear before gently kissing her earlobe. He rested his head on the pillow, still hugging him and feeling like Adrian also shook his embrace. Suddenly, he felt as if the words need be spoken aloud. Because one thing was what she thought, and what else was said aloud.

And if you read aloud, would be a thought and would become a fact.

"I love you. But that I not dicho. murmured.

Seeing Adrian opened his mouth, probably to respond by saying that he loved her too, placed a finger to his lips, and forcing him to say nothing. Because it was not all what she meant.

"I love you. Sometimes, especially these times when it could happen like the rest of eternity, I like to think I can. Think that at some point, someone will remove the door of your room or mine, while we are embracing in bed. Will make it disappear to be replaced by a partition, one can not break even with magic. And we have to go shut the rest of our lives. Survive on kisses, caresses, I love you 'whispered in his ear. As if just being together outside our oxygen. But it's not going to happen. However, I am content to know that I can keep dreaming while you're with me.

Her voice was very soft, almost a whisper in the ear of Adrian. Hearing the same Adrian who had turned, trapping beneath him, holding her in a manner with which almost did not let her breathe.

But I do not need to breathe. Because it was a fact, not just a dream. Because he felt better after having said all aloud.

Because I wanted more than I thought possible that you could want.

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Lucas odor [Beauxbatons rpg] [independent Drabble]



Title: Lucas odor.

Fandom: Beauxbatons RPG. Characters : Tiana Brennan / Lucas Bouchar
Rating: PG
N / A : Tiana is so disgustingly in love with that disgusting, as I said yesterday I

eugeart . But it's very cute anyway, I love that you love and is quite happy in my head. Words: 1051
closed the last box that I thought filled with a few pieces of tape. Loosened hair and restated, remaking ponytail a few seconds and did not even seem as loose as I was. He wore all morning comes and goes and it already had some practice, because I had enough time on it, but the head began to ache. Of course, hugging the box and returned to disappear from his room almost empty, at the residence, she told herself she would eighty mornings and if the cause was that they would move in with Lucas.
was going to move in with Lucas.
He wanted to dance, scream, jump and do a million things since he had said. It was like a constant euphoria, it seemed he could not erase the smile off his face even when in theory had to be serious. Because it was moving with her boyfriend, the first guy I really wanted. The first he had treated as if it were the only girl in the world, the most important. And, most importantly, had made her feel special in every good sense of that word might have.
dropped the box on the floor of the apartment, along with another that had taken a few minutes later. Everything was full of boxes. Some larger, others smaller, but boxes everywhere. She wrinkled her nose. He gave a horrible laziness, but I had to start saving things. Lucas back in a week and a half, which was an eternity considering the horrible urge to hug it was during most of the day, and had to find his apartment halfway decent, not the it looked at that time.

sighed and began to open a box.

An hour later, all the boxes were open, but almost none was empty. Had accumulated a pile of clothes on the bed of Luke (and, as a shrill voice and told euphoric head on his bed too.) A lot of books, notes and blank pages were scattered on the coffee table. Shoes on the floor of the room. Necklaces, bracelets, earrings and rings on the dresser (and some also in the dining room table). Tiana

And sitting on the floor looking around.

- What is the magic if there Spell it all automatically saved? he asked aloud, knowing that no one would respond.

crawled along the ground dodging shoes to get to the closet. Had not even opened yet, had only just clears everything was in boxes. He knelt on the floor and opened the closet. He could not help the smile that drew you in the face. Half the cabinet hangers were empty and in the background, caught the wood, had a note from Lucas.


I hope you fit all. I love you.


Suddenly, the urge to hug him were unbearable. But he was away, and she had to go through with that moving roll. Who knows how long it takes the note hanging there. Maybe since the first day I had gone to Germany. He sighed, stood up and took note of the back of the cupboard, leaving on one of the bedside tables. Began to pack clothes that lay on the bed, and in that process he realized that Lucas had also drained a pair of drawers for extra space.

A while later, the bed was empty. She told herself that a break would not kill him, so practically jumped on the bed sheet. With his head buried in the pillow, took a deep breath. And the smell of Lucas was the only thing that could thinking.

Without moving your head happy where he was, stretched out his arm to reach into the back pocket of the shorts he wore. He picked up the phone. Did not even raise his head from the pillow to dial the number. Marked it daily, and those days even several times. He turned slightly, just enough to talk and also listen to what he said.

"Hi baby.

hugged his arm is free to the pillow before answering, smiling as he closed his eyes.

"Hi. I love you.
- Did something happen?

Luke's voice came with a tone of confusion. Normally one would first question like "how are you?" or something similar. After talking a while about things without much importance. If it was at night, or simply if Lucas was in his hotel, at a certain point ended up saying things and making bawdy insinuations that those responsible for. But part of you would not want the first rarely, if ever directly.

-No. Well, yes. I have officially moved.
- Really? Have you finished?
"Yes, and now I'm in bed, and the sheets smell like you, and I feel like a hug horrors very long and crush me against the bed and do nothing more productive than kissing.
-A I too feel like a lot. Dentro de poco más de una semana podremos llevar a cabo ese plan.
-Demasiado tiempo. Pero bueno, aguantaré. Procuraré no moverme demasiado de la cama, es el único sitio donde, si cierro los ojos, puedo imaginar que estás al lado.

Escuchó la risa de Lucas y no pudo evitar reírse también. Lo echaba de menos. Mucho.

-Te quiero.-repitió.
-Yo también te quiero. Lo siento mucho, nena, pero tengo que colgar. En un par de minutos empieza el torneo.
-No importa, hablamos por la noche. Suerte. Te quiero.
-Te quiero.

Había colgado. Dejó tirado el móvil sobre el colchón y volvió a enterrar la cabeza en la almohada, abrazándose her and with both hands. Stretched from the pillow and placed parallel to your body, surrounding well with his legs and leaving the phone buried under it. I did not want to move. He cared a damn about everything was full of boxes and the only thing that had finally finished sorting out his clothes. I was tired and in bed smelled of Lucas.

there are sufficient grounds to spend the remainder of the day.

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is easier to get forgiveness than permission [Beauxbatons rpg] [table murphy laws, 30vicios] [ 4 / 30]



Title: It's easier to get forgiveness than permission.

Fandom: Beauxbatons RPG. Characters : Juliette Lefevre, Lefevre Lucille.
Rating: G
N / A : Juliette four years is a beautiful thing that something very nice very nice that you just happened. Sure.
Words: 1261
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pulling on her mother's arm to steady down, and laughed softly. Her mother squeezed her hand a little, as berating, and Juliette decided to stop playing while walking down the street. went into an alley, and his mother took him with wooden stick who always did things that molaban. Each time you take her to work doing that, so it already knew it by heart. A single tap on the door of the alley, did not understand a word and suddenly, when I wanted to realize, had appeared on another site, full of people with strange clothes of her mother drew.
walked down that street so long. Juliette looked around curiously, in silence. There were people who stared back and smiled, while others looked as if something ugly hair. It touched him, just in case, but all he found in his test was more curly hair. "Mom ..." Tell me, "said her mother Juls. your call.
- Why look at me like that?
"Because there are often many girls so beautiful around here, honey. Juliette smiled very wide. In his four years, he was told was pretty proud. She kept her smile all the way to the tent of his mother, and when they got there waited for her to open. Obediently followed inward, as he often did when I was there. He waited in the center of the room to tell his mother what he had to do.

-Juliette, love, come to the back. Still to come take the woman with whom I have been this morning, so I'll draw a while.
- And I can draw too? "He asked enthusiastically.

He loved to draw. So many colors, so many ways, so many possibilities ... I loved it. I always tried to imitate the designs of his mother, with nice clothes and many colors combining to perfection. It felt a little sad when his mother gently shook his head.

"You know I do not like to play with my stuff work, Juliette. But I promise that next time we will bring your paintings to home and leave you a few pages.

Despite the promise, Juliette sighed, resigned to the prospect of being bored all morning. He followed his mother to the back room where he had a large table with several pages and a boat with pencils, crayons and the like. Scattered on the table were the crayons she liked.

followed with her eyes and saw his mother sitting in chairs in front of the huge table. When Lucille began to draw, she sat in a chair that was there, glued to the wall. He moved his feet forward and ago, following the movement with his eyes. One of her white shoes had spotted something black, so went his foot on the couch and rubbed by hand until the black spot was gone.

Then he heard a bell Juliette recognized as the door of the store. A customer must have arrived. He looked at his mother and saw that she was getting up to go to meet whoever had entered.

-Juliette, stay here, I'll see who it is.

Lucille smiled at her before getting out of the back and Juliette nothing was out of sight, he jumped the couch. Looked the table where his mother had his drawings. I really wanted to draw, there was still boring. Surely if it was a beautiful drawing forgive her mother for doing it with their pencils.

He approached the chair and went as he could. He knelt on it to get to the height of the table and looked at the picture he was working on his mother. A long dress, medium blue colored, clearly unfinished. I could not draw on it, because then if your mother would be angry a lot.

I knew from experience.

turned the page and saw that the other side was blank. Smirked. That itself could draw. But now the problem was another draw ... what? He looked up and found himself face to face with a mannequin of her mother who used to sew dresses. He had a pink dress set, and positions that she had seemed impossible for a normal person. To be magical, not stop moving unless stopped his mother with a spell of those, so I dismissed it as a possible topic of your drawing.

it!

draw his mother. She was pretty, and certainly if the drawing does not get angry because of his drawings. He took a pencil and began to stroke. Head before the body. There was no neck. The eyes were two black dots. The dress she wore her mother, triangle. But a triangle painted on the inside of brown, just brown was used to draw the curls of her hair to match. But something was missing, his mother could not be floating on a white background. He drew a green line as a ground, like grass.

- Juliette Lefevre! Caught

.

He turned to face her mother, quickly releasing crayons. His mother was frowning and approached her with arms akimbo, resting his hands on his hips. Okay, maybe it was not a good idea to draw without permission.

- What you said about drawing with my materials working? "said Lucille, taking the folio.

not even looked at the picture of his daughter, just turned the page and found what I suspected: the drawing he had done in one of his designs. Turned back the sheet to see if they had a solution. If it was not very big picture, could delete it.

And his expression changed completely to see pictures of Juliette.

-Juls, baby ... is it me?

Juliette nodded slightly, making up a pot. Did not want his mother would be angry, she just wanted to surprise by drawing. To see that she could make pretty pictures like yours. Lucille gave a small smile and hugged Juliette, making her smile while also responding to his embrace.

-So ... forgive me? "Murmured the girl.
-Sure. When we get home we will show the picture my dad, and hang in his office, right?

She nodded again, pleased. At the end she had taken so long to get the forgiveness of his mother. In addition, he would teach her drawing to her father, Nicolas. Hugged a little harder to his mother happy. Juliette

"But the next time you have to listen to me, because I return to soften with a beautiful drawing and said este. while her mother left her to look at something serious. Juliette

bit her lower lip and looked at her before nodding a third time. Of course he would ask permission, because that could make many more drawings. Because if something

liked Juliette Lefevre four years, was drawing.

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If something can fail, fail [Beauxbatons rpg] [table murphy laws, 30vicios] [3 / 30]



Title: If something can fail, fail.


Fandom: Beauxbatons RPG Characters


: Juliette Lefevre

Rating: G N / A : My girl is sad in this drabble, and makes me want to cuddly much, but I can not, you know, by subject it is not real. Because if I were, I tell you that much squeezed.
Words: 945 [deka: 587]
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folder that was on him. In his sketchbook. He opened it, turning the pages as fast as he could to reach the I wanted. The sketch. It started, perhaps with too much away, since the page was torn and half of the drawing was hooked to the rings of the notebook. He made a ball of paper in his hand to hold back the sheet, and stretch again. The second was the final, and the road disappeared from the pad to be crumpled in his hand. Almost without realizing it was seen sitting on the floor, resting his back on the edge of his bed, as he stretched the two pieces of paper on the floor. Were wrinkled, and began to get wet by the tears that had unnecessarily tried to control. Placed them so that it locks, returning to form the sketch she had drawn. Adrian
Fronsac.
could not be normal it hurts so much. Never had hurt him that way, by anyone. Perhaps the pain was only to feel used. Nor had never been used that way. Because he believed in him, and his confidence was gone as fast as it surely would have disappeared clothing aunt who had thrown him. She was psyched that this could happen at first. She had convinced herself that she could not get anywhere with him. But in reality it was all a big lie to herself. At bottom, deep down, I wanted something to happen. He liked to think she would get it fixed Fronsac Adrian really somebody.
anyone like her. dreamer. Innocent, deluded and gullible. Were the three adjectives that were around his head, and all three were addressed to herself. What was I thinking? Everything would have been easier if he had gone to clear from the beginning. If she had not let go at your pace. I would have preferred a thousand times that he would have released all at once, as when I was at Beauxbatons. It was apparently to reject it would have been outraged for the rest of the day and Next morning he had forgotten his existence.
But Adrian had to give him hope.
Because when they had kissed for the first time he had let her set the pace. Almost unwittingly, was grazed his lips with his fingertips. They were wet with tears that still fall if you stop. Only she knew how he needed a kiss him at that time. They had become something like a drug, and suddenly he realized that he could not return to them.
She hugged herself, pulling her head back and leaning on the edge of his bed. He closed his eyes again, trying to calm down. But I could not keep his head to show him pictures at that time only hurt him. Because in each and every one of the images I had in mind at the time he left. Adrian

smiling with that smile that made her feel uncomfortable and that in turn will accelerate a little heart. Adrian around his waist with his arm, making her feel more secure. Adrian kissed her softly, with those kisses that had been established addiction. Adrian

Fronsac, ultimately.

She opened her eyes, trying to remove everything from your mind. I knew it was impossible. By raising its head again looked down. The sketch went on lying there, broken into two pieces. But I needed to get rid of it, urgently.

let go of his own attempt to embrace and grabbed one of the two pieces of the drawing. The first to break a corner, as both the sheet, weighing the options of what could be done. Then he began to break in half the piece. And these two halves into two halves. Then, in two others. And when that piece was just a lot of little pieces of paper scattered on the floor of the room, between his legs, he repeated the same with the other piece.

looked for a moment those little pieces. It would be impossible to redo the drawing but I wanted to because there were too many pieces to fit them. That was better. I could not bear to see each time you open the notebook. Find it and having to remember everything. The moment he had drawn, the situation, the smell permeating the only piece of clothing she wore.

You heart sank a little more.

running his hands over his face wiped some tears that were already half dried on her skin, feeling how his starting to become increasingly relaxed. He rose from the ground, climbed onto the bed and crawled over it to be dropped. He stretched his arms and hugged the pillow, as he closed eyes. I needed sleep, rest. Perhaps with a little luck, when he awoke the time would come back and be Adrian's arms after having spent a perfect evening. It was not to be.

Because if something could fail, would fail. As I had failed.

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A perfect excuse [Beauxbatons rpg] [independent Drabble]



Title: A perfect excuse.


Fandom: Beauxbatons RPG Characters


: Tiana Brennan / Lucas Bouchard


Rating: NC17 Warnings


: Lemmon.

N / A
: Lucas guapotiobuenoomgbabasaskask Bouchard belongs to

eugeart
, but I paid for Tiana is a good time and have him pass it even better. Words: 1905

finished uploading the black dress zipper just as the clock struck ten. This was the second attempt to surprise Lucas made that month, and hoped for the sake of the boy that this might not find another note instead of a Lucas anxious about her.
looked in the mirror that was inside the door of his closet. Was full body, and could see perfectly. Straight hair fell over her shoulders, and just touched the hem of her dress, strapless neckline. Under that dress, which reached half of his thigh and was adjusted to the waist where the skirt grabbed more flight, was a new set of lingerie. The boots, also black, with heels that made her think that would fall as soon as they neglected, came to the middle of his thigh, is not seen nothing more than an inch of skin on her legs. flashed a mischievous smile. Just thinking about what was going to do and it came hot. That was not going to take anything. No movies, no sweets, no nothing. Only herself and her ideas. The best ideas that had happened in a long time, indeed. Because that night was Lucas plans to return to so mad he would become addicted to it. closed his eyes and concentrated. When he opened them, he was in Luke's room in his apartment. She was tempted to laugh to see that he was right, and that Lucas was not there, so it still would keep the surprise factor, but he refrained. If you laugh, lose their beloved element of surprise. walked slowly down the aisle, on tiptoe, keeping his heels sounded. On reaching the room, saw the head of Luke protrude above the sofa, facing the TV, where they were making what appeared to be a movie. Supported on the heels ground and slowly came back. What she saw was a frown of Luke, who upon hearing the footsteps of her heels had been tightened. At the height of the boy slowly moved his hands over his eyes, tapándoselos, and forced him to pull his head back, leaning over to kiss him slowly.
- Who am I? "Said funny unopened eyes Lucas. -Tiana ... "whispered the boy, obviously affected by the kiss.
"No, you're wrong. Tiana tonight I'm not for you. Tonight I'm the girl that will make you want to die. Die of pleasure.
could almost hear how Luke swallowed hard. Slowly a caress, her hands left the boy's eyes to move to the edge of the sofa, while shaping everything around him to pass before him. I knew that Luke was still with the look and it just made everything more exciting.
He bent slightly and pulled the wand from one of his boots. He pointed to television, which was instantly extinguished. Then he pointed to the table, and everything I had on it was thrown to another place of living. Tiana left the wand over the television cabinet and turned to look at Lucas.

-Tiana, what are you ...

Lucas's voice sounded hoarse, which made what the girl in a very naughty smile. He shook his head, interrupting him while coming up on the table and looked down.

"Just limit yourself to watch.

His hands went up his own body, in a caress that ran from the waist, her breasts, down her neck and so on to her hair, which got tangled up lifting and dropping back. Again and went down on his back, looking for the zipper of the dress, which fell slowly, while Tiana Lucas looked into his eyes, eyes that had darkened slightly.

Then the dress slid down her body until her feet.

- Do you like my new acquisition, Luke? "said Tiana, referring to black lingerie set that had been uncovered.

The bra, lace, fitted perfectly to the shape of their breasts. Panties, also of lace, bordered on right of privacy, and left almost everything transparent. Could almost hear the panting of the boy from his position, and did not go unnoticed, to study it carefully, the lump that had formed in his jeans.

raised one of his hands and then with a gesture, Lucas told him to come closer. The boy gave almost feels like a puppet at their mercy because they stood up as the spring had a and approached her slowly. When he stopped in front of the table, crouched Tiana order to remain at its height. Lucas tried to kiss her, but Tiana left him with a smile on his lips.

"No, Lucas. You have to earn the besos. whispered.
-Tiana, Tiana

fuck ... what silenced by placing a finger on his lips. Once he was sure he would say nothing more, outlined the lips of the boy with his finger and began to lower it down his neck, his chest, to the edge of his shirt. At that point, your other left hand, and pulled the boy's shirt to take it off his head.

"Good Boy:" he whispered, before to kiss slowly.

When he noticed that Lucas was to intensify the kiss and hug, separated from him. He shook his head again, touching his nose with the boy. I was not going to be easy, because she still had a couple of things to do before.

returned to stand on the table and raising one leg rested his heels on the shoulder of Lucas, who was watching her from below. Gently pushed him and the boy fell back on the couch. He got off the table with a smile that promised anything but innocent things and approached him. He climbed onto the couch, one knee on each side of the body of Lucas and his hands on his shoulders. Noticed Lucas's hands caressing the boots from the beginning of her thigh up, reaching the height at which he began his skin, and continuing to stop at her ass. No one bothered to remove them from there.

She looked into his eyes before touching down gently and sex, covered with lace panties, with the bulk of the boy's pants. Heard the boy gasp and saw that he had closed his eyes. He repeated the same action, while his head slightly bowed, looking for the neck of Lucas, which are dedicated to kissing, biting and licking as she moved.

"Shit, Tiana, you're going to kill me ...

could not help moan. Until that time was controlled because it was supposed that dominated the situation. But the voice of Luke, rubbing against him, which inadvertently had become more intense and the taste of your skin going to get lost all self-control that was meant to have.

One hand down the boy's bare chest as she turned to enter, leaving again on his knees, instead of rubbing against the boy. Luke unbuttoned his pants and unabashedly slipped his hand inside the boy's underwear, surrounding his cock with his hand while growling listened close to his ear.

- Do you like Lucas? Are you going to run? He asked, teasing.

The only response received more gasps. Decided that enough was enough torture for two, and she could not take it anymore without feeling inside. It was a matter of having it or die in the midst of this torture was not only affecting your child.

hand pulled inside and separated from him, listening to a sort of growl that meant it would be a complaint from Lucas. He rose from the sofa, under the watchful eye of Lucas dark, got the bottom of their showpiece, dropping to the ground. Then, without giving much more time, stretched from his pants and boy's boxer shorts, freeing his penis.

"And as I've been good ..." he muttered, rising again on the sofa as he climbed the first time, kneeling and leaning on their shoulders, lowered his head to speak into his ear ... I'll make you run in a way that will not forget in your life ...

According to finish, he dropped to make way into it. She reached for her mouth, kissing him eagerly, with passion, a kiss that was reciprocated in the same way or even better. That time also complained that he passed an arm around his waist, and that his other hand is tangled in her hair to deepen the kiss more.

Suddenly movements had lost all the softness that had taken so far. There was only moans, caresses, wheezing and names whispered between kisses. And both knew they would not hold much more, they both knew that would be awesome orgasm. Both knew they would not forget that night.

-Tiana, I love you ... "he gasped, burying his head in his neck.

And Tiana learned, how they clung to her, that she was running. So she got carried away. The nearly cries of both merged into one, while another felt spasms in their own bodies, arched toward the opponent's body. The heart beat too fast, Like their breaths, and Tiana's arms trembled Lucas.

When he had passed stronger, Lucas buried her head again in the neck of Tiana, her eyes closed. Tiana, hugging him, rested his head on the boy. Neither was intended to move for a couple of minutes, savoring the orgasm that had just had.

I love you, "murmured Lk. Tiana, in response to what he had said just prior to orgasm.

felt a soft kiss on her neck and smiled. He moved slowly, making Lucas out of his interior. Fell lying on the sofa, pulling the boy's arm to fall on her. She hugged him, settling under him, and felt like Luke also did the same.

"I love your ideas, nena.-heard to say Lucas.
"I love you, Lucas.

did not see the boy's face, but something told him he was smiling. Not mistaken, Lucas had a smile on his lips. A wide smile, relaxed and happy time.

- Fancy that now forces you to sleep hugging me all night? "Said Tiana, gently stroking the boy's back.
"Yes, I'm excited. He

to feel a kiss on her collarbone that time, and made Lucas lifted his head to give her a little kiss on the lips. Closed eyes, breathing deeply. His nose was impregnated with the smell of Lucas, and smiled like a fool. There was a great idea to do that, a great idea. Because it was an excuse to see it, an excuse to kiss and hug, an excuse to merge with it and then to sleep with him in his arms.

and fell asleep, thinking about everything I wanted it.

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if it's worth it ... [Beauxbatons rpg] [table murphy laws, 30 defects] [2 / 30]



Title: If it's worth doing is worth overdoing.


Fandom: Beauxbatons RPG Characters


: Lionel Fournier, Christophe Fournier Estelle Fournier.


Rating: G

N / A
: A Lionel being awdorable 5 years is a perfect thing to write.

Words: 1116

Table I had to take advantage of spending the summer at home, because at the end of that month she would go to Besançon and could not play anymore! Because
Lionel Fournier, his five years as a major concern was playing with his neighbor before the holiday ended. He scratched his head thoughtfully. If only I had the magic that had their parents, could order it fast. But he had not yet shown signs that he had something of a magician, and his parents took care to remind every time they had occasion. His father, Christophe Fournier, so into the magical society, always told her that he had begun to show signs Magic three years. His mother, Estelle Fournier, acknowledged having given to the age he was.
But he still had not shown anything.
This only increased their anger. Why he could not do things like they used them? He wanted! But however much you tried, nothing happened. He frowned, staring at the branch of the tree under which he was. It was not fair at all. And it happened.
One of the leaves of the tree caught fire and turned to ashes before their eyes, opened wide, like his mouth. He had managed to set fire to a sheet! Was magic was magic!
got up and came running home shouting, demanding the attention of their parents for their great achievement. His mother was the first to respond to their cries. - Lionel Fournier! Can you tell what's wrong? "Said the woman, somewhat uncomfortable.
- Mom, I made magic! He ... could exaggerate a little, right? His mother would find out. - I managed to set fire to a branch of a tree in the garden "she cried, pulling the dress she wore her mother nervous.
- Really? Oh, Lionel, my child! Estelle Fournier
never felt so proud of her son. He had finally managed to bring out his magic, and that was reason enough to throw a party in style. He bent down and hugged the child.
- Christophe, "he called, and while her husband came into the room, where they were, looked at Lionel." I'm very proud of you. You are a magician, Lionel, and Dad and me. Lionel

believed that he would smile on the face. His mother was proud of him. No, better yet, his mother was

very proud of him. He heard the footsteps of his father to stop behind his back, and Estelle is up again, still wearing a big smile on his face.

-¿Qué son todos esos gritos?

La voz grave del señor Fournier siempre había asustado un poco a su hijo. Pero aquella vez, él tenía grandes noticias y ningún motivo por el que asustarse. Su madre estaba orgullosa de él, ¿no? Así que seguro que su padre también lo estaría.

-Christophe, Lionel ha hecho magia por primera vez.-explicó Estelle, apoyando sus manos en los pequeños hombros de Lionel.
-¿De verdad, enano? ¿Has hecho magia?-preguntó el hombre, relajando un poco su tono.-No te lo estás inventado, ¿verdad?
-¡Christophe!-lo reprimió su mujer.
-No, no me lo estoy inventando.

Lionel negó gently with his head, staring at his father. Christophe studied him as if reading her mind or something. Maybe what I was doing, Lionel had never been quite sure how her parents were magic.

's smile relaxed his father, and got back to draw a smile on his face.

- That's great, "said the man, stirring the hair of his son .- teach us how to do magic again?
-Do magic ... again? "Whispered Lionel.
"Sure, Lionel. If you have made magic once, you can do it more often.
"But I did not know how ...
" Nonsense. Now we will go out and show us what you did. Lionel

wondered how his father knew what he had done what he had done in the garden. He shrugged lightly, and took one of her mother's hands guiding her to the garden, followed by his father. I was not going to leave what had allegedly made, because he had allegedly burned a branch and really only had a miserable ash leaf, but ... I try.

And his father would be proud of him.
"Well, Lionel, focus and asked repítelo.-Christophe. "Okay, but if I do not not get angry, right, Dad?

Christophe shook his head, and Lionel turned to look at the tree. He focused on one arm, and he frowned force, as if by squeezing her little fists were to pass something. Obviously, the industry continued unchanged.

- Any problem, son? "Said his mother, placing his hand on his shoulder.

Lionel shook his head and tried again. The branch did not seem undeterred. I was starting to get nervous and angry with himself again. Why had gone once and did not come out now? But if it had seemed so easy! Just had look and ... bam! The sheet was on.

kicked to the ground in frustration.

- I promise I did! I turned the ho ... the branch!

little more and discovered her little lie.

-Lionel, it's okay if you did not ... "began his mother, a little disappointed.
- But I did! Mom, Dad, yes I did. What happens is that now the ho ... branch does not catch fire or something. No fair!

As soon as the sentence was heard a pop and Christophe both Estelle looked up from his young son to the tree. Lionel turned, looking around what was attracting attention parent. And I saw.

The branch that had gathered seconds before was on fire.

- Take that! "He cried, leaping.

felt the embrace of his mother and smiled happily. He also saw how his father would stop the fire with a spell, and stared at him.

"You did, Lionel. I'm proud of you.

And if it were not for five years is impossible, Lionel would have thought that he was so swollen chest of happiness and pride to himself that he had grown to two meters high.

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His favorite place in the world [Beauxbatons rpg] [Drabble independent] labels on the back



Title: Your favorite place in the world.

Fandom
: Beauxbatons RPG

Personajes
: Tiana Brennan, Thomas Brennan.

Rating
: G

N/A
: Tiana es awdorable. La awdoro. Y a Thomas también.

Palabras:
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Se retorció entre los brazos de Thomas, deshaciéndose en carcajadas por las cosquillas que él le estaba haciendo. Era tan pequeña y delgada que su hermano podía levantarla casi sin hacer ningún esfuerzo, por mucho que ella se resistiera. Él siempre solía reírse de ella llamándola canija, enana, retaco y cosas parecidas. Claro que la mitad de los sinónimos que le sacaba a esos motes ella no los entendía. Consequences of having a brother seven years and has already finished Hogwarts and all.

- fool me go, "exclaimed kicking his arms. Thomas started laughing as he dragged into the garden of the house. Always ended up playing there, because Thomas knew that the grass would not hurt. Tiana did not want to end eating the corner of a table, or bouncing off a wall. Because when it proposed to loosen it, could become much stronger than it at first glance a little girl who did not raise much more than a meter above the ground could look. And although he was proud of the strength of his vermin will not want it to end turning against it. Tiana it got loose and fell on his ass on the grass, laughing as he rubbed the place where he had been given. Thomas's smile became wider despite having lost his grip to his sister, and began to chase her around the garden, at a speed that was sure would catch not ever. For Tiana did not run at high speed, compared with it, but it was fun to see her run as he pulled his tongue from time to time, choosing the right moments where I knew I could not bump into anything if you do not look forward.
- do not you take me, do not you take me! "Sang the girl. - Do not be lame? We'll see if I catch you or not!
He picked up a little and suddenly Tiana was hanging from his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Kicked, but Thomas grabbed his legs to immobilize it. She saw that the game was over from his position, snorted.
"It's not fair, you have ruined the game. - Do you want us to play something else? Tiana
nodded, making his chin hit the back of his brother. He accepted his response and down, placing it on the floor again. It crouched to his knees, looking at Tiana. Turned his hair a little longer than that already if they had stirred for racing. Funny Tiana smiled and swayed on his feet from front to back, waiting for the explanation of the game again. - Have you ever tried to see things from atop a high place? "Tiana shook Head." But from up there, everything looks different. If your eyes are open enough, you can see inside people. Tiana
frowned.
"I do not want to see inside people, there's blood and nastiness.
Thomas laughed. His sister had said this convinced, as if the only truth that existed in the world. But the truth was that she was seven, and that he should have explained a little better, because it was obvious that Tiana had misunderstood what he meant.
"No, bug, not me ...
"Do not call me bug.
"Okay, Tiana. I did not mean to see the people inside. I meant that you can see if people you see are good or bad, if you want to or not. You can see how they really are in the background.
"Ah, but that if it's cool. Have started there. Tiana

shrugged, and laughed again Thomas. Of course, that was what she had. He got up under the watchful gaze of Tiana, and took her hand to her sister to come to the only tree that had around the garden. It was not very high, and branches were big enough for what he wanted. When she looked at her sister, she realized that she looked up curiously.

- Are we going to go up, Thomas? "She asked, without looking up.
- Want to upload, bug? "Tiana wrinkled her nose at hearing had llamado." Okay, Tiana. Want to upload?
-Si. I want to see inside. But no blood, eh? The one that you told me.

The boy smiled and bent down to lift Tiana. She, as she could, grabbed the nearest branch was left, hugging her. Ran a leg over the rama y se impulsó hacia arriba, hasta quedar abrazada a ella. Thomas la miraba desde abajo, con los brazos extendidos por si resbalaba. Una vez estuvo sentada en la rama y abrazada al tronco volvió a mirar a su hermano con los ojos muy abiertos.

-Tiana, ¿qué haces?-preguntó Thomas desde abajo, al ver a Tiana con los ojos tan abiertos y con expresión concentrada.
-Pues intentar ver tu interior, tonto.-respondió ella, como si fuera algo obvio.

Thomas estalló en carcajadas una vez más, y Tiana parpadeó un par de veces antes de mirarlo confundida.

-A mi no me hace gracia, me has mentido, no veo nada.-se quejó.
-Porque no tienes práctica, canija. But, did you see that everything looks good from up there? Tiana

looked up and looked ahead. From that position, he saw all the gardens of nearby houses. Seeing all your street, actually. There was also a fact that had not been overlooked: from that position Thomas did not reach it. Definitely it was a good idea up there, but could not see into his brother. He rested his head on the trunk of the tree, without paying attention to Thomas, who was viewed from below with a smile on his face.

The phone started ringing inside the house. He heard his mother screaming at Thomas me holding it, because she was making dinner and could not. His brother ran away, leaving her there alone.

Then, at that moment, closed his eyes. He decided that this would be your favorite place in the world.

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[Beauxbatons rpg] [independent Drabble]



Title: Marks on the back.


Fandom: Beauxbatons RPG Characters


: Tiana Brennan


Rating: PG13 Warnings


: Drugs. Thumbnail sketch of abuse. Psychosis.

N / A
: I know that murderers are going to have instincts to Brice. But think if you are under the influence of certain substances. Also, I have to say that has killed me write this.

Words: 1204




stretched the boy's hand and gave him a drag on his peta, laughing out loud while felt a hand slipping under his clothes. He walked around his neck and kissed him deeply. He did not mind being in the middle of a park at two in the morning, alone. Neither care about the horrible smell given off peta smoke. Only cared about him. -Brice funny ... "he whispered, when he left her to take another puff.
The mouth of the boy struck his neck, and she craned her head back to let more accessibility. At that situación, su vista se perdía en el cielo. Las estrellas parecían bailarle sobre la cabeza. No pudo evitar volver a reírse mientras una de sus manos se metía en el bolsillo trasero del pantalón del chico. -Tienes ganas de jugar, ¿eh, Tiana?
La voz del chico sonaba grave en su oído. O a lo mejor sólo era sensación suya. Pero estaba segura de que la mano de Brice tanteando su vientre hacia su sujetador era real. Y, extrañamente, le hacía sentirse demasiado bien teniendo en cuenta dónde estaban y el peligro que tenía hacer aquello allí en medio.
-Sabes que siempre las tengo. Él se separó levemente de ella y dió otra calada. Tiana seized the moment to steal a kiss just as the peta left the boy's mouth. The kiss was well received, yet the flavor of the herb in the mouth of the boy. Who would tell her that it would end that way?
Brice wore with more than half a year. I had known him early in his long journey alone. Because he had decided to take a year to know every corner of France, and when he knew he would go to the UK. Their two countries. And they would travel to the Muggle method, because traveling by magical means was boring.
Brice was a Muggle, in fact. He knew nothing about it and magic. Tiana used have her wand tucked at the bottom of his backpack, his only luggage. It was big, had a sleeping bag attached and was delighted to enter twice the things that went into a normal backpack. Brice always wondered how he could keep the amount of accessories, souvenirs and clothes that looked save. She said it was a matter of organization.
They met at Lyon. Brice was not even there, was doing something similar to it. At first they were just friends that get along. Brice smoked, smoked quite often, and all that could be smoked. Tiana is not used to smoke, although he had a night in which I had accompanied him throughout. Depended on how he was caught the day. That day, in particular, had followed only the odd peta.
But from the first had noticed how strong they were.
- Are you sure it's good? "He asked, to give it another puff. "Do not be heavy, enjoy the moment. Brice

silenced her with another kiss, a little more power than before. Along the way he went, he would end up doing anything behind some bushes. But Tiana at that stage gave him all the same.

was allowed to drag the boy down on the grass. Brice peta ended with a couple of puffs and put it out, before kissing her and start up his shirt, with clear intentions to remove his head. Tiana, followed by the game, broke the kiss and let him take out the shirt, which was lying on the grass beside him. He smiled as he watched the boy's red eyes.

But something in them frightened him.

- Brice ...?

Suddenly, without her wait, Brice hardened his expression and his hand stamped with almost flew to her cheek. Tiana was so mean that he thought he might die before you move again. Her eyes watered instantly, with the silhouette of Brice blurred his sight. He rose, pulling her with violence. Once she was also standing, push, making it hit a tree.

"You're a bitch. Tiana

hugged herself, not believing what was happening. Why was he so suddenly? He had never behaved in this fashion? It was as if ... as if it were another. Violent. With a look that far away from the boy she liked. He tried to slip, bending down to pick up your shirt. Did not push for Brice, who made it onto the floor.

-Brice, please ... "she sobbed, holding her camiseta." Please me, Tiana ...

He seemed not to hear. Crawled on the grass to move away from the boy, and when he again approached Tiana kicked with all the forces that were possible at that time. Brice took advantage of stopping to rub the spot where she had been beaten and pulled out the wand.

Just seconds later, Brice was lying on the grass. And Tiana could not stop mourn. Trembling so hard that seizures were almost what I had. Cheek still hurt, and I was sure that would be red. The back end stung, probably through a scratch produced by the blow against the tree. Was hugging herself, without getting the shirt yet. He groped his pants pocket and took the phone.
Granvelle
-Park. Brice Giroux. Unconscious.

not even let the girl he had treated him ask questions. He hung up, wishing they were sufficient data to any ambulance take him away and that girl would have understood between her sobs.

And ran.




A couple of days later went to hospital where he had called to take charge of Brice. He would not go to the boy's room, despite being told the number as soon as she said it was his sister. Just wondered what had happened. Doctors say the things he had told them, was a psychotic break.

A psychotic episode caused by what he was smoking that night. From what they were smoking that night.

closed his eyes, trying to control the tears. It could have happened to her. Could have been worse. He noticed the nurse's hand gently stroking his own hand, leaning on his arm in an attempt to hug herself.

just then decided he would never smoke, nor continue with this trip I had managed to make her well.




Barely a week later, he was at home. That year start a career. Be forgotten that Brice had existed, would you feel good, maybe find someone. Resume contact with her best friend, Denise. That she can tell him what had happened, maybe not. He did not feel proud of anything.

just wanted to think that that never happened, and remove that feeling of emptiness and fear in his stomach. But above all, wanted to forget the marks at the time covering his back, as a reminder of what had caused his night of rebellion.

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Nothing is done never for the right reason [Beauxbatons rpg] [table murphy laws, 30 defects] [1 / 30]



Title: Nothing is ever for the right reason.


Fandom: Beauxbatons RPG.


Characters: Lionel Fournier (.. and Alisha Brewster)


Rating: NC17 Warnings


: Lemmon

N / A
: I'm pretty sure





eugeart
and

thaly_black
going to want to kill Lionel, but as it is mine will not get it. Helena mentions Rousseau (aka Lena), Cyrille Benoit (aka Cyd), Eliane Noire (aka Ely) and Adrian Fronsac (aka Ad), which are not mine but it belongs to the girls of Beauxbatons. Words: 1687
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bien que estaba junto a él. También le había dicho que no sabía nada de Adrièn desde hacía días. Por último, le había preguntado si lo vería en la boda del padre de Elianne y su novia. Su respuesta más larga en toda la conversación fue un “si, supongo que si”. No tenía ganas de nada. Ni siquiera parecía él. Había vuelto a casa después de terminar en Beauxbatons con el ánimo por los suelos. No le apetecía conocer a su prometida, le aterraba. No le gustaba la idea de pasar casi todo el verano solo, porque todo el mundo tenía planes mejores. Y, sobretodo, odiaba pensar en que no volvería a ver a Elianne, a excepción de la wedding, which did not even want to go. be best for them. When he had said it sounded much better than at the time. Because at that moment he felt guilty. He had not said to Lena, and was not sure if it would someday. Most preferred to forget it too. For one afternoon, and one week ago, when he finished eating and went to his room to devote to doing nothing, Alisha was sitting on her bed. There began. "Good afternoon, Lionel. Her voice, with that strange accent that I had to talk, they seemed too suggestive. They had barely spoken since she was there, despite numerous attempts by his parents. And suddenly there it was, before him, in bed with a white dress that left him more than he wanted. Mentally gave thanks that at least he had the decency to wear a bikini.
"Good afternoon, Alisha. Looking for something around here? "Actually, yes. Lionel
waited for the girl continued to explain that he had been waiting in your room, but she decided to make him wait a bit. He got out of bed and went to him. He did not go unnoticed that the dress was shorter than he had expected. Stood before him and looked at him with all the innocence she could. "It's that he planned to take a bath in your pool, but did not know where they kept the towels. I asked your mother, but she said she will ask you. "Of course, towels.
sighed in resignation. What do parents play? Had made it clear he had no plans to marry. Moreover, they literally had said that it could send that girl back to England, because he was not interested. Might sound a bit cruel, but his parents could not mince words.
And yet there she was.
He explained where to find towels, hoping that she left, but did not. Alisha was stood there, staring at him with a smile on his face. He waited for her to ask something else.

-Lionel ... I'll be in the pool, right?

He winked before you go around to walk out the door.

remembered that afternoon had looked out his window. I did not know exactly what had been done, but he had. They had found in the pool, leaving it in concrete. I had seen, and he had smiled and even waving. He had not even responded to the greeting, had simply gone back to his room.

A couple of days later he returned to meet Alisha in her room. On that occasion wore another dress, but totally different from before. He would not let him see what was underneath, but it left a perfect delineation of the corners of the girl.

-Alisha ... The aforementioned smiled.

-Lionel, the other day did not come to the piscina. He shook his head slowly, and repeating what he had said. "I had ganas.
" he said, without giving too much importance to the issue. Alisha

approached him just as he did last time. Supported one of his fingers on his chest, and began to draw figures indistinct as he looked straight in the eye.

"Let's be clear, Lionel: I do not want to marry. But there is nothing wrong with having fun, you know? And unless that redhead that comes from time to time be your girlfriend, which I doubt, do not see why we could not have fun together.

fun Lionel smiled. Who thought he was talking about that girl? He compared it was sure it was the master of fun. But not amused either.

And least anyone you would jury to his best friend is not fun.

-Alisha, no ...

She gently put him to shut his finger to his lips. Before he could even replicate something she already was kissing. Thought to separate, but not necessary. The kiss was short but intense.

too intense.

-Think.

again, left his room leaving him alone.

remembered the sound of the door shut behind her, the sound of his shoes away. She lifted the pillow to get some air before returning to cover her. The next time was the worst by far.

Barely two days from the kiss, and had received a letter warning that Lena would visit in a couple of days. The news had cheered. If it was Lena, Alisha would not approach. Should only take a little longer.

course he did not have the third meeting. Lionel

afternoon had gone for a walk to unwind. It was hot out, and had been sweating, so decided to go take a shower in the bathroom in her room.

He felt the water fell on him, relaxing. But with the noise of the shower did not hear the sound of the door. She opened her eyes when she noticed a pair of hands su espalda. Un par de manos mucho más pequeñas que las suyas, más suaves.

-Alisha.

No necesitaba girarse para saber quién era. Casi podía ver la sonrisa dibujada en los labios de la chica. Ella, sintiéndose algo más confiada, comenzó a recorrer con sus manos la espalda de Lionel.

-Alisha, ¿qué se supone que estás haciendo?
-Divertirme.

La voz sonó muchísimo más cerca de lo que hubiera querido él. Sonó prácticamente pegada a su oreja. Un cosquilleo lo recorrió de arriba abajo y cerró los ojos. Sabía que no debía. Le había jurado a Lena que no iba a hacerlo.

Pero era débil, and could not help it.

He turned and began to kiss her almost violently. He noted, in the middle of the kiss, how she smiled satisfied, which only managed to gain more strength. The imprisoned against the wall, leaving the water falling on them.

did not have to do anything. There were no preliminaries, touching or games. They were naked, and they knew they did not need to even talk.

Because they knew it would not mean anything.

She opened her legs slightly, getting your out something more intimate. Alisha cried in the middle of the kiss. He, meanwhile, decided that no further lengthen the time needed. Lifted, leaning against the wall, and she sought the position to what he knew was coming next. He felt it go without much finesse, and groaned again, this time louder. Lionel

mentally thanked her house was so big that his parents were away from that room.

began to move rhythmically, sticking to it and becoming completely separated. Alisha was limited to hold tight to his arms while he groaned. In fact, the moans were partly to blame because he is moving ever faster.

to no longer take it anymore.

With a final lunge, Lionel stopped straining. Alisha fully arched, pressing her wet skin and sweat water to the boy, who was in the same conditions. He said nothing before spreading it slowly and get out.

He leaned against the wall. He closed his eyes. What had I done?

The question had been echoing in his head the rest of the afternoon. He saw himself, walking back and forth in his room, torn between telling Lena or not. Worse, no doubt, had been the days following that.

happening every day. The shower, his bed, Alisha. And every day had been feeling increasingly worse ending. So when Lena had visited, had not been able to just talk. I knew that she had noticed strange, but had not explained his reasons.

thought it was not.

few knocks on the door of his room he was taken from his memories. He took off the pillow top, and looked toward the door. Alisha had not even bothered to wait to tell him that to happen.

-Alisha, no. I will not do this anymore. Alisha

gently shook his head while climbing into bed on it. He scrambled into a sitting on his stomach, when it stopped to look.

-Lionel, you know that's not true. Do not kid yourself.

She kissed him. And he did not bother to stop.

Because, although the reasons against weighed heavily, became increasingly blurred. Instead, the reasons for, and few they were, took possession of him.

Finally, after all, nothing is ever for the right reason, right?