Bite Sized Bits of Fic

author's choice, any, "...the report of my death was an exaggeration."

(Mark Twain)

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cozy-coffee.livejournal.com

Jace presses onward, pushing past the frigid chill in the air as he shivers helplessly. The heartless icy chill drenches his clothes and soaks into his bones, unforgiving hands gripping his body like vices. The air is nearly suffocating. He gasps for breath like a fish out of water. The chilly wind howls with the snarl of a monstrous beast, biting at the tendons of his throat where his shirt exposes skin, stinging him fiercely. Alec lays motionless in his arms, eyes closed and skin pale, once pink lips now nearly blue. The wounds etching his body are crude and raw, a threat to send him dancing with Death.

Jace shakes, partly from the sorrow and fear breaking his heart, as from the brutal frost piercing his already weak body. They won this battle, yet with Alec greatly injured, he fears he has he may have lost the war. However, he is a soldier and carries on, pushing past all the weakness that seek to destroy him. Breathing hard against the cold chilling his lungs, Jace gazes down at his parabatai; Alec’s heart still beats despite the wounds his body endured.

‘Hold on, Alec’, Jace pleads as he rushes through the snow storm, ‘please stay with me’. Alec’s eyelashes flutter fleetingly, a little soft groan flowing from his lips giving Jace proof that he is still within this realm and away from Death’s touch. Jace feels his heart warm, even against the bone chilling freeze.

Alec groans low in the back of his throat and opens his eyes slightly, gazing up at Jace, further confirmation that he is still strong and Jace feels his heart starting to pump fast knowing that his brother in arms is still fighting, still with him. The determination in Alec’s heart encourages Jace onward, trudging through the snow. There’s something caught up around Jace’s lungs, the terror-fright that he may lose his injured brother. The wound’s etching Alec’s body mirrored with the cruel, cold are debilitating his life-force. Jace’s eyes glitter with sorrow, tears pooling in the blue-green gaze. Alec is weak and pale, his life force is weakening, but Jace refuses to lose his brother.

His willpower grants him a miracle; they make it back to the institute, safe inside the walls of magical enchantment. Izzy is there at his side in a heartbeat with a warm, soft blanket, and Alec shivers and cocoons his body closer to her as she wraps the cozy cloth around his quivering body. He stirs in Jace’s arms, a soft groan breaking through his chest and parting from his lips. His eyelashes flutter as he becomes more alert and he gazes up at Jace; He is very weak from battle, however, a soft, sweet smile twinkles on his lips.

Alec cups Jace’s face with his cold hands, and a chill crest in Jace’s chest mere moments before warmth throbs in his heart when he sees a shimmer of happiness moonlighting in Alec’s eyes. Despite the worry of nearly losing his brother, there is a bright smile on his face; he hugs Alec closer to his chest, holding onto him just a little bit tighter on this cold, winter night.

♥ END ♥

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Aww, glad they survived that together. It sounds really intense.

Thank you for the fill! Sorry I don't know the fandom. 6^^;;

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author's choice, any, "...there is only one thing in the world worse than being talked about, and that is not being talked about."

(Oscar Wilde)

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Yoroiden Samurai Troopers (Ronin Warriors), any, an innocent comment/statement gets distorted as it passes from person to person

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any Gundam, any, (deliberately or inadvertently) misleading information

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Harry Potter or any HP AU, any close friends, something happens (during a class or in the Great Hall) that causes a rumor to spread around Hogwarts that Character A is gay -- in truth they were covering for Character B

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tigriswolf

Supernatural, author's choice, what the hunter network knows about the Winchesters from seasons 1 to 5

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any (please no SPN), any +/ any, "I know what will cheer you up. Some gossip." "I hate gossip. Gossip is for the primitives*. Who is it about?" Javik, Mass Effect 3 ♥

*Feel free to change nouns

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Any (please no SPN), any, Rumour, compared with whom no other is as swift.

She flourishes by speed, and gains strength as she goes:

first limited by fear, she soon reaches into the sky,

walks on the ground, and hides her head in the clouds.

Earth, incited to anger against the gods, so they say,

bore her last, a monster, vast and terrible, fleet-winged

and swift-footed, sister to Coeus and Enceladus,

who for every feather on her body has as many

watchful eyes below (marvellous to tell), as many

tongues speaking, as many listening ears.

She flies, screeching, by night through the shadows

between earth and sky, never closing her eyelids

in sweet sleep: by day she sits on guard on tall roof-tops

or high towers, and scares great cities, as tenacious

of lies and evil, as she is messenger of truth. Virgil, Aeneid, Book IV

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Tortall, Lord Wyldon, Wyldon hears his fellow Conservatives passing unflattering rumours about Kel

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Dragon Age, anypair, laughing at the wild rumours circulating about one or the other of them (or spit takes at the occasional rumour that gets it right)

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Frasier, author's choice, starting and having to quell yet another rumour

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ami-ven.livejournal.com

Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay (or gen), if the rumor mill was an actual power source they wouldn't need a ZPM

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ami-ven.livejournal.com

Fairy tales, any, the stories about a princess sleeping in a tower were not quite accurate

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evil-little-dog.livejournal.com

NCIS, Jimmy Palmer+Any, The juiciest bit of gossip

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evil-little-dog.livejournal.com

Marvel, Pepper Potts(+any), She loathes office gossip - especially about her.

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jacquelee

Any, any,

Have you heard?
It's in the stars
Next July we collide with Mars

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cozy-coffee.livejournal.com

It’s been years, yet Dean can remember the taste on Sam’s lips.

The memory of that night is overwhelmingly vivid. Late in the evening, a dark storm was rising on the horizon while something in the air akin to lust and love and longing raging like a fire within their hearts. They push and shove, yelling, fighting once again. It seems like lately all they do is argue, drifting farther apart despite the ribbon weaving their hearts together.

Dean doesn’t want Sam to leave, but Sam wants a normal life away from hunting. They fought about this for months and tonight all the fear and love that has been buried within them is rising up, a bomb ready to explode.

Sam tries to reason with Dean, he is not leaving forever, only a little while, yet Dean doesn't hear any of it. Sam sighs, accepting what is… and what could never be. When he tries to wrap his arms around Dean to hold him close to share one last hug before he leaves, Dean is done, at his end; he doesn’t want to fight with Sam anymore, let alone be this close to him. He’s had enough. He turns to leave, but Dean is caught off guard by his younger brother grabbing him by the hips and tossing him onto the floor, straddling him and pinning his arms down above his head with strength Dean has just to experience.

Dean tries to catch his breath, even as a shudder races through him. He wanted to scream and throw Sam off of him, however, Sam has long since hit his growth spurt and now is taller and stronger than Dean. Dean could do nothing other than lay frozen in place as the arousing sensations began to course through his body.

They have been playing this game for months now, getting close--closer than brothers should be--only to back off and keep silent, not talking about how they truly feel about each other. Between wanting to be close to Sam and knowing his brother wanted to leave him, Dean’s heart is splintering.

“Get the fuck off me,” Dean growls, bucking, thrashing in an attempt to shove Sam off of him, but Sam doesn’t give an inch of space.

Sam’s breath catches in his chest seconds before he is leaning down and pressing his lips to Dean’s, the kiss soft and sweet, yet desperation and lustful longing lay underneath. The kiss was over all too quickly. Sam was up and on his feet in a heartbeat, running out the door before Dean’s spinning mind could play catch up. Even after his brother is gone, Dean doesn’t move for nearly half an hour; he lies motionless, tasting Sam on his lips, longing for just one more sweet kiss.

It’s been two years since that night, and Dean still holds onto that kiss in his heart…the same broken heart which has never truly healed since the night Sam left him behind.

♥ END ♥

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Supernatural, sam Winchester/castiel ,Cass hears sam is evil he tries not to believe it but he knows it's true

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One direction rpf,zayn mailk/Harry styles, hearing all the rumors of who Harry's CD is about make a him paranoid

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Shadowhunters ,alec lightwood/have wayland don't know what lies to belive

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One direction rpf,niall horan/Liam Payne, gossip messes up there relationship

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