Parade of the Sun [NC-17] (4/25) for yesterday4

... alter. Carved out of the rock wall, the slab was slanted and perfectly smooth. The wall behind .... There were black and brown stains across the slab, and Hermione was fairly certain it had been used... red string, sat at the middle of the slab. Hermione walked toward it like it might come ... thudding sound repeated itself several times over her raging breath. Hermione pressed her hand against the cramp ...

Chapter Rating: Raging slab of NC-17 smut. You're welcome. Summary: Smut. There's your summary. Disclaimer: Don't own Josh Groban, don't own/represent Warner Brothers, and all name-dropped celebrities are likely poor imitations of the real ones. Comments: Are LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVED. Marie bumbled tiredly into her old room, flicking a switch and sparking their room...

[fanfic] Viking Vacation p.1-13

... because dinner was still a couple hours away. Iceland started gutting and cleaning the fish on a slab of wood. The four fish were big and would provide a hearty dinner. Ah, there was ... countless coastal villages. But that was before he met Norway. The northern country had quieted the raging beast inside, with his calm and gentle ways. Denmark’s bloodthirsty diversions turned to more material ...

Lin Di - Bride in Legend, entire album plus liner notes translated

... maiden and bring it back to her homeland you are just like that rain lily not fearing the raging wind or pounding rain, still blooming wildly you are just like that thousand-petaled lotus not yielding to ...her to witness had already completely changed her. That night, she went to sleep on a stone slab in the center of Lakama City. Her consciousness slid towards an unfathomable black hole. At the ...

[fanfic] Viking Vacation 1-13

... because dinner was still a couple hours away. Iceland started gutting and cleaning the fish on a slab of wood. The four fish were big and would provide a hearty dinner. Ah, there was ... countless coastal villages. But that was before he met Norway. The northern country had quieted the raging beast inside, with his calm and gentle ways. Denmark’s bloodthirsty diversions turned to more material ...

[FANFIC] An Unconventional Childhood

... of dishes that involved doing something creative with fish and chips. Maybe little fish bites instead of a slab of cod? Baked instead of fried chips? Would Alfred eat mushy peas? Well, it did count as... worse now that Francis' brook of insults about Alfred had run dry, whereas Arthur's was a raging river that never slowed. “Hello.” Arthur grumbled. “Now are you going to leave my presence with that...

Fanfiction: Don't Close Your Eyes or We'll Fade

...of Jack. He looked around at the empty trailer, only his clothes littering the foot of the slab of a bed that were haphazardly covered with sheets that smelled like her and stale beer in the...So they sat there together, as three, for those final minutes, exhausted, emotionally and physically, with raging headaches from hangovers, and feeling distinctly like they needed to take a shower, to wash the ...

Fanfiction: Don't Close Your Eyes or We'll Fade

...of Jack. He looked around at the empty trailer, only his clothes littering the foot of the slab of a bed that were haphazardly covered with sheets that smelled like her and stale beer in the...So they sat there together, as three, for those final minutes, exhausted, emotionally and physically, with raging headaches from hangovers, and feeling distinctly like they needed to take a shower, to wash the ...

HAPPY H/D HOLIDAYS, PENGUIN474!

...me after you finished eating.” Mr Potter stares at my father blankly. The man’s as thick as a slab of concrete. “He means don’t talk with your mouth full,” I helpfully explain. Mr Potter looks vaguely contrite... Mistakenly, I look over at Mr Potter, whose mouth has gone slack-jawed. It only fuels my lunatic raging, leading me off topic and far off the point. “My father's a good man, see? He ...

Enroute

...your left hand, boss!” “Well, why didn’t you say something?” Watson made his way behind the raging Chief Inspector, the constables saw him and all did an admirable job of showing blank faces, he sat on... to drop ya a basket?” “That would be splendid, George, how’s the leg?” George dropped the slab cut potatoes into the kettle of oil as he responded, “it’s doin alright, I guess, I...