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Criminal Minds / Criminal Minds;
Morgan / Reid;

~ 300 words post-5x12, referring specifically to
this scene was a lot I did not write anything in this fandom and I wanted. To see if you ever write something serious.

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think Spencer is martyred for it later, except that martyrdom does not come. David

not tell you anything, because it is the type of reaction in which David bases his work. Objectively, his performance was not misplaced. Could have lost his temper, but he did not. He could have spoken more of the account, and have invalidated the investigation. Might have done things I regretleave later. However, intense and tense are not adjectives that are out of place in such a situation. And even with that data, Spencer is still waiting for the disappointment comes, in his head, as if he were allowed to feel that kind of latent anger that creeps slowly, drop by drop him off at each event.

do not understand until Morgan sits in front of him, and anger, frustration, everything fits on your head. Because what you really want to say is-

For Morgan went through that. That is what is repeated over and over again, in the doctor's office. Because that girl went through something aberrant. Because Morgan went through the same thing. Because people like this does not deserve to exist.

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by strange monsters like them. Are hit and laugh and are not contained, because the world has gone to hell anyway, what a little blood, some sweat. And then Tony knows metal and pushes him against the wall. The first time. Or maybe not that. Is a blur. But there is an urgent need while removing clothing and Paul pushed against her throat growls.
shakes his head.
may be the first time. The first real. Tony is always something misplaced when you activate any new implant. Your mind wanders and spins, everything is blurry and a lot brighter. A voice that is not yours you say it's like to be placed (Tony never drugged, Tony was a good kid), so I deleted that, the stores with the rest

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s and broken sentences. The first week was spent hiding in her room. His new room. Utopia
. Kitty Scott saves dystopian tell which is the name. And there's so much to absorb. Both must understand, while forgetting. He opened the door to Peter because he hoped that would help with that, and instead taught that stupid tattoo. Katya

, as if it meant something written on his chest. Piotr was always someone foolishly romantic gestures, and yet it does nothing but infuriate. Think Pete call until you remember that no one kept his phone. Should not be difficult, apparently led a team in the UK. Pete. Should touch you in a raffle. And finally, the knocking at the doorKitty and her knees pressed against his chest. Inevitable. "You know I do not need call-Kurt sounds funny to the other side, and Kitty shrugs.
She did not need to wait, you can leave the room as easily as he can get. But gets up and remove the latch. Kurt hopes with one hand resting against the frame, and Kitty bites his lower lip, peering in the crack that leaves the door half open. Kurt tilts his head, waiting for permission, and Kitty keeps your hands on the back pockets of jeans. Peter sweatshirt he is huge, but it smells like him, and somehow seems safer, as if the last few months were just a blur. Kurt passes slowly and closes the doorbehind him.

Kitty appreciates silence. There are too many people. Too many acquaintances, and strangers too. And everyone wants to talk to her, tell him that they are happy to have him back and reminiscing. After these months is too much space, is overwhelming.
hope those tense seconds, in which Kitty looks down and presses his lips, and Kurt just watch.

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When hugs, touches her forehead to chin and tickling Kitty note. Short hair, soft and familiar smell, the unbreakable and warm embrace. You are about to say what she feels this week, have not missed anyone who really mattered, the hide, but simply can not, not so soon and not so strong, indeed, l

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ed, lips never separating, hands tracing endless paths across bare flesh, adroitly removing any clothing that’s getting in the way of their enjoyment.

In silent agreement, we both lower our bodies to the bed, never ceasing our kiss. We finally separate to gasp for air, and I feel an irrational, intense hatred of my lungs for one piercing second. That emotion is quickly replaced with exquisite pleasure as her mouth makes its way to my breast and my nipple is taken between her teeth. And now my lungs are working overtime.

I can faintly hear cars whooshing by on the streets, but I try to shut them out. I want to pretend they don’t exist. For just one night, for this one moment, I want to believe that beyond the edges of this bed…there’s nothing. Tha. I’m tempted to voice my want, beg her to enter me already, but I don’t want to sully the atmosphere with words. They’d be meaningless right now. Tonight, I want to communicate with my body alone.

I thrust my hips against her hand more frantically, trying to intimate my need. She catches on quickly, and knowing this is not the time for teasing, she slides two fingers in and quickly sets up a steady rhythm. It’s amazing. She’s amazing. Everything about this is so all-consuming. It’s both gentle and rough, soft and hard, tender and aggressive, and I can already feel the mounting tension building up between my legs, getting closer and closer to release. She adds a third finger and brings her thumb into play, making a deliberate orbit of where I wMLXC Pepa
means everything. And I’m intent on exploring this new world I’ve just discovered. Tonight…if only for tonight.

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Supernatural, John / Mary;
~ 800 words
real spoilers until the fourth season (4x03) and vague references to 5x13

and the Bible did not mention us (not once)

She laughs in his face, as if he had said something terribly funny. John rubbed his forehead with his sleeve and drag car oil. It is the first time he sees her. Take blond hair in a ponytail, his hands behind his back. He laughs filled the room, illuminating every inch of her face.

fair Then, amid the laughter, John Winchester know it's going to marry this woman. ***

CHTMLused. Known to be harsh, they are cold, because Mary is shaken when brewing your fingers under the fabric to caress her back.

"The Boogie Man is not the worst you could find, believe me. He says smiling before kissing. With that tone that continues to lead a sad and ill at ease, that John will still take years to understand.

Mary gets up and rejoins John snorts and again in the chair. Scar absently groping in the palm of his left hand. A thin pink line, recently. Should be cut at work, incredibly tired if it is unable to remember how.

realize that Mary has taken the knife to leave the kitchen.



***a quiet weariness. Apologize, John later. She knows she misses her parents and dreads losing what they already have. He knows that monitors the home of Sam from the corner of the eye when you're in the room as if waiting for something appeared from the shadows.

Yet there are many things that John does not know.

not know what all those books that Mary hides in the attic. Why not talk about their children beyond the superficial. Do not know why Mary can recite the Bible without any sense, or why murmurs in Latin when he gets angry.

not know why is not there that night in that room at that moment when you lose.

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Written for the invisible friend lamarcadenimueh , specifically gift for nyaza ^ ^

Title: Fata Morgana
Characters / Pairs: Merlin / Morgana / Nimueh. Kind of. Merlin / Morgana. Morgana / Nimueh. Flashes of other things like Gwen / Arthur, Merlin / Arthur BFFing or Morgana / Sir Leon and Uther / Morgana. But this is really, xD flash
Warnings: this is long. Like, long.
Disclaimer: with Sustainability Act, as in appropriating a BBC series.
Words: 5000 words (approximatelymind)
Summary: Gwen wants to tell who dreams of a fairy. With a wicked witch. With a powerful queen, rising in the distance. Want to tell, explain it like a story. Wants is not real.
SPOILERS: second season as a whole. Many spoilers. A lot. BEWARE . The form did not specify anything, so I assumed that there was no problem with them, but even so, BEWARE.
Notes: this was going to be short and bittersweet, and later became a monster that not being the procrastinator I am, there was probably more advanced. Or forward, I do not know. So I do not know if the prompt is true at all, because in the end history has done whatwanted, but I do not dislike at all, hey.




*** Merlin creates conversations in your mind. In explaining what is, what they are. That what we have is not a curse but a gift. If you could use it freely.

It does many nights. Too, if you stop to think about it. It does not, because the negligence has always been his weakness.

At first not even realize that you are doing. To have that image in your mind. At first it is just an excuse. Merlin trying to prove to himself that nothing of what he preaches Uther is true even know what it is. But above all, feeding on anger. In a voice that tells youswimming in your room. In his sheets and pillow.

an illusion, but so is the rest. ***





Morgana is close to rest with deference. Smile when you have to smile, speak when you have to talk. Tilt the face and lips curved in a gentle smile, when Sir Leon offers his arm in the garden. Almost a habit now, one that initially made him feel like he was, a girl nervous and excited. Who played with her hair incessantly and blushed at such displays of affection. These days trying to find the balance between the absolute vulnerability and isolation that is self-surrender.

know that could be found somewhere between these two poles,he likes to observe the training. The speech focused on Arthur's face while waiting for the attacks and the solemnity with which they seem to study their knights. Almost as Merlin, muttering gullet when Arthur suggests an early thrust when neglecting the defense attacks and dodge the blows by inches. I like to observe the apparent fear with which he faced newcomers, and so the prince has to frown when dropped, before hiding a small smile of pride. This is a detail that would not have found when he met him, and sometimes it is easier that way. Think about who is becoming Arthur, in everything that is willing to do for the future king of Camelot, everything is arrangedthis to lose. "Sorry, did not know that ...

Merlin turns to the voice, Morgana's dress is fastened with one hand, avoiding rubbing the mud that accumulates on the ground.

-Lady Morgana-greets with a smile. Morgana

remains remote. "I knew there was someone here," he says.

Okay, it means Merlin.
not a private place
. He smiles as if he felt a Morgana intruding on something private, partly slightly embarrassed, partly like an intruder in his
something
.

Or maybe it is just that compelling need to keep Morgan on the sidelines. Because having her around makes me want to be reckless, sonreír as a kid and teach it tricks cheap to get a laugh unimpressed. Teach after their full potential. Theirs and that of Morgan. You can not help but want to push away Morgana, because now lie to the face is too painful.

not like Arthur, who would laugh in your face at the mere mention of witchcraft. Morgana is lost, and Merlin knows.

want ... "Do not tell Arthur, should be attending other tasks," he says lightly. Morgana

licks his lips with the tip of the tongue and walks a few steps toward where Merlin. It relies on the small rock wall beside him, watching Arthur fight in the distance. Merlin realizes that probably is the neareststoy sure you could even with him, his tone is fun and low Morgana's face laughing slightly.
"I have no doubt, and then joke. Remain neglected the defense. Merlin

want to say that Arthur is still the shadows in their fight from time to time, neglect and recklessness technical momentum. The shortcomings of a young arrogant. And yet know that any of them would put his life in his hands. Morgana
bites his lower lip for a second before shaking his head and away. She smiles politely and returns to grab the hem of her dress.
"It was nice talking to you, Merlin, and sounds sincere, and it sounds like a stab. And Merlin and do not want to tell
stas alone
Morgana, but would not be appropriate or respectful. As if it had been imported to Merlin once these concepts.

So let it go quietly, and looks back toward Arthur. ***





When Morgan returns to see Morgause know that this is the limit of something. In his former life, the former Morgan, or maybe that was never real. Just know that when Morgause is near, when he has to hide and conceal what is, breathe.
I would think that the reason for his betrayal is just the desire to bring something better to Camelot. A place where innocent people should not be persecuted, not have to fear for his life for something that is not their fault. In to the arms of Morgause, sitting beside her in bed and going long fingers through his hair. He smiles gently and Morgana notes feverishly. around the room with his eyes, trying to recognize something, whatever. To find a sign that tells you the dream is this.
and sees her, pale and beautiful, partly hidden by the shadows of the room. Trace the outline of his lips with his eyes, blue eyes too intense. Family member, but unable to say how.

Merlin has blue eyes, he recalls. The Morgan argued and cried and did not understand.
-Nimueh
murmurs. And it's another thing I do not understand, but she smiles, and she falls back into the arms of the fever.



is like a punch in the stomach, and Merlin swallows and looks away, wishing for words to Gwen, word that is not a confession.

"It's not your fault.


had to have told. I should have avoided. And now Morgan is ...


Gwen nods, rubbing his face with his palm.

talk all night. From little things, and the rumors of the castle. They talk of the gentlemen who did not return after the last attack, and the upcoming banquet. From the slow, but inexorable, which seems to catch their Camelot. And when Gwen falls asleep in his bed, Merlin tightens her lips and curls away from his forehead.
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For days Morgana simply sit quietly. Morgause speaks of the siege of Camelot by the dragon, how is a matter of time to regroup, get more strength. Uther fall. He says, puts a hand on the shoulder and secured her gaze. Morgana weakly nods, smiles without thinking.

Nimueh says nothing.

finally sees the exterior. Still weak, walks on the trunks of trees. Do not miss his own clothes and costumes of the Court. Morgause the wears trousers and a shirt that's too broad, rough cloth. It smells of earth and closed and none of it is in any way the services are used to. Still dress and her hairand groping through the forest. You do not know where you are, right?

The voice starts and when it returns, expected Nimueh smiling, leaning against a tree trunk. Just like in your dreams. The same hypnotic voice, the same playful smile. Caress with fingertips tree bark, and then takes a step toward Morgana.

"You know who I am," he says. Morgana

nods, and takes a step back.

"It's not me who should fear, was your friend who brought you into this situation," he says, and purses his lips in a gesture of disapproval, as if he really cared. Morgana

not answer this, because he will not think Merlin's face on his, lenos stories, adventures. When everything was new and exciting and forbidden.

Nimueh's smile is faint, Morgana watches as if he could see through it. "This is our territory" he continues. Those who still follow the ancient teachings, further supports the hand against a tree, this time it is on the right of Morgana. Our refuge, our home. You are among friends, Morgana, you should remember. Morgana

presses her lips. Know who Nimueh. Not known, but he knows who he is. The images fill your mind, you did for weeks, and is unable to contain. -tried to kill Arthur.

Nimueh's eyes seem to darken. "I gave lifeoption. It was too late. But I can find it, Arthur, could ... You must be a way, I'm sure I can. Arthur

soon understand, to understand that talking about Morgana. Game five fruitless, returned this morning. Many days, too many weeks. The possibilities were increasingly slim. Merlin explained it again. Without stumbling this time, without leaving the site, a short walk from Arthur. His voice was impassive, expressionless face.

"We betrayed Arthur. The spell ... There was no other way, you have to believe me.
I do not know what I ...
"I tried to ... I looked for solutions in my mind, since that day. I keep seeing, thinking about it. But it wasarcajada dry.

"Sometimes I wonder if anyone who does not underestimate, and Arthur is unable to answer that, because the voice of Merlin is stained with something that seems fond of saying. So

swallows slowly. He sits beside her, and Merlin refuses to face him.

"Nor would lie, he says, and this time his own voice breaks a little. I think dragging a bad decision after another for months "He pauses a few seconds, then. I do not know what to do, Arthur.

should warn. They are not friends, they should be. Not even master and servant now. Are prince and sorcerer. Prince and murderer. Although this is not right either. Arthur lying if I said that its mand more comfortable, home

of what has been felt in recent months.

Nimueh smiles as if she knew, and holds his hand, palm up. The tips of his fingers rub against the skin, and tingling that travels the whole body shivered.

"I can teach you, Morgana," she whispers, Morgan realizes that they are too close. There is nothing wrong with you, nothing to fix. Morgana closes his hand and continued watching Nimueh with that smile. Morgana still feel your touch, burning against his skin.

"It's more than dreams. More than cheap tricks, "says Nimueh. He leans against his ear, sitting beside him in bed. His fingers absently toying with the hem of his shirt.Do not know what magic means, Morgana, not really.
he leaves, smoothing her dress is lifted. Morgana
remember their religious teachings. Remember the serpent in the tree of science, and then goes to sleep, his voice hissing of Nimueh still in his ear. ***



spend days before Arthur will lead the floor again. Merlin understands, as expected. We thank, in the background. When talk is again demanding that he clean his armor, while drying the sweat from his brow with his sleeve. Merlin nods without answering, it helps to get rid of the chain mail.

sees Merlin as he collects. The way in which Arthur smiles when you leave the ROOMion. Gwen has a tray in her hands and her hair pulled and her face away as if to hide the smile is contagious. Looks down and has a funny expression on his face. "Lord," he says in greeting, and Arthur rolls his eyes blank. He walks away shaking his head, and Gwen's smile widens.

Wondering if it is the only one who is unable to move. The only one that has stalled progress on Morgana. ***





Morgana is increasingly going into the woods more often. Sometimes alone, sometimes together. Morgause the escort as if afraid to come out running, and sometimes Nimueh follows, smiling as if expecting every question that Morgan has to make. And Morgan has m*


As time passes, Merlin is said to himself that he is just cautious, obeying the orders of their prince and is only postponing the inevitable. After all, Morgan is not the only loss of Camelot, and God knows that has not been the last. After the dragon, Merlin does not know whether to trust fate. If there really is something. But he knows he has to protect his life Arthur, and Uther seems consumed each day. That has nothing to do with destiny, with just the natural way of life.

is said to have the time. He repeated when rumors of insurrection begin to flood the court. Peoples of the north, neighboring kingdoms. Those who believe thatUther's reign is ending.

And inside, Merlin knows that's not all just part. A fraction. I feel vibrating in your chest, hissing voice calling him. Not only him, hitting hard on the foundations of magic. Menacing and terrible. Merlin knows that it will not bring anything good, and that fight.

also knows that, deep down, wants to join him.

So close your eyes and buries his face in the pillow, trying to ignore the noise.

Morgana ***

awake. No between gasps and sweats. Open your eyes and awaits the roof of the hut, a heady silence. Between the Sheets, Nimueh hand strokes her abdomen, and Morgan knows that smilese, that it has won a battle to Morgana does not mind losing. And for the first time, nightmares are not.

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onal, years of experience. Tony is younger, has the physical preparation, and has twenty voices inside your head that tell you every possible move that Ballard might try then, attacks, blocks, defenses. So I pushed harder, while Ballard's legs trying to off balance, and ulna of Tony pressed against her windpipe, blocking the passage of oxygen. Blood strangulation would have been the most practical, but technical work, and eri jime is part of the police use.
is a strange feeling. Adrenaline pumping through his body in a way that their time in combat failed. There's no panic, no paralysis. No cries of partner or explosions. He knows that there will be no nightmares then you can knowto win. For the first time in weeks, Priya's image disappears from your mind. Ballard has the face flushing and ears plugged. Blood hitting against the eardrums, the smile on the edge of the lips. They are biting, concentrated. Muscles tense, knuckles white. It takes three seconds longer than necessary to note the urgent knocking Ballard, the palm of their hands by attacking the ground, the other's shoulder.

Tony shakes his head and releases the key. Ballard coughs, and Tony bites her lip and separated a few inches. Close your eyes tightly for a moment and when you reopen there are small white spots in your field of vision, lasting a few seconds. The dizziness goes away almost immediately. - What was that?
Ballard's voice sounds serious, has bruised neck. They have a strict rule of no courtesy, restraint, during training, but both know the limits. Tony shakes his head again and rubs his chin, his fingers rubbing the new implants. The skin is still red and tender. "Sorry, I have my head in ..." Priya , no dice. There he is again, the image. He rubs his eyes closed. "I'm distracted." Ballard sits, still rubbing his throat. "I've seen," he says, his tone severe. Worried. "I need a couple of hours sleep, never mind. Ballard
snorts and grabs the camIsetan. His skin is rough, your thumb touches the curve of her neck. Tony does not know how to interpret this gesture, you never know. It is about an inch, however, and Ballard's hand stays on his shoulder.
"Okay, repeat. - Are you sure?

The question makes Tony lift the face, you look funny. Sometimes play this, to be known. Just because both are the two soldiers were beaten, because they end up fighting side by side and have a common goal. Because neither is what you really want. -course, "and downplayed the ground up.

neck is stretched and creaks. From the ground, Ballard chugs back and avoid looking at him to stand in turn. Tony tilts his face with what purports to be an amused smile, not a forced grin. "I never knew you cared so much, Paul." Ballard

tapped his shoulder with his fist gently.

"I have to know if I can count on you for the next mission or not.

speaks as if he were in charge. In these cases, Tony responds to Echo, to anyone else. But he also knows who are his men. The Ballard. Echo is the idealist, which aims to without the media. Ballard, however,

-Ey. It attracts
this time, again with his hand on his shoulder. But it moves, slides dangerously until you grab his neck with a fumble tired. And Tony is dropped as well, close your eyes and ajar