Crazy Cherry

67 days. Choice (Aragorn/Arven) In the Last Shelter, the whispers didn't stop whispering. Elves were going to leave these lands forever - their time is over, the era of people is coming, and they will go back to the past, returning to the native shores of faraway Valinor. The coming war no longer concerns them, because it is not them who started it, but their forces have already been applied to prevent it. Arwen was confused. Her vow to Aragornu burnt her heart, fed by the strongest and brightest feeling - love...

66 days. I'll be back (Alec/Magnus) - What are you reading? Alec shuddered and almost dropped the book, which he gently squeezed in his hands, plunging into its history of beautiful sea creatures, which instead of feet had a scaly fishtail and a surprisingly beautiful voice, which they lured the careless young men to the bottom. Insidious and cruel - mermaids are beautiful and terrible at the same time, they have no sympathy and pity, and they are not able to love. - Magnus, don't sneak up on...

64 days. Just take a look (Madara/Hashirama) Internal frames. Barriers. Clamps. We hurt ourselves, restricting ourselves and our desires. "Look at me," whispers a crazy thought, poisoning the brain and mind with its poison. It can't be banished, it can't be brought together, it continues to sound, even if you start thinking about something else. Like the noise on the outskirts - annoying, cutting the hearing, but from which not to wave away. My head hurts from this annoying, as itchy as scabies, thought, which increasingly declares its rights...

62 days. Here (Gellert/Albus) The wind was blowing from the water, bringing light, fast waves to the sandy shore, which washed away shells and small stones that had risen from the bottom, picked up by the stream. The Albus was tired of sitting right on the ground, pulling bare feet, burying its fingers in the warm golden sand. The gentle sensation of laziness slid from the heels to the top, millimeter by millimeter capturing the tired body, and then the mind. He covered his eyes, enjoying the...

61 days. To the bottom (Sonry/Mino) He likes to drown himself in it - in a black, viscous, hot pleasure that penetrates through the pores, flows through his mouth, filling his lungs and stomach. He likes the burning heavy feeling in the chest and abdomen, flowing and burning, bringing pain on the verge of pleasure. Mino likes to be in charge. From childhood he liked to head other guys in the games, at school he was the headman, so that, having the opportunity, to give orders to others. Mino made his way to a high position, using all means - everything not to stay at the bottom...