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  FIFTH YEAR The redhead sighed, smiling triumphantly when she finally could closet he loaded trunk, which seemed to be about to explode. Arya hooted, irritated; she didn't like at all that Lily had locked her in a cage, deceiving her to go in there with some sweets. The owl had a temper, but she usually obeyed Lily, and her mother too, whom she seemed to adore. The girl stuck a finger among the bars, caressing the sof feathers, but Arya, offended, moved away to the other side of the cage. "Whatever."Lily murmured puting the trunk on the floor and placing the bird on it. She casted he reyes over the room one last time to make sure

Tony's loud and colorful cursing echoed in the bathroom. It was early morning. All he wanted was a shower. A hot shower. So why was the water cold? "STEVE!!" he wailed, climbing out from the bathtub, ready to walk out. "That freaking boil.." he stopped. He took a step back and modestly wrapped a towel around his hips, remembering that Steve didn't let him walk around naked. Stupid neighbors with stupid windows too close to theirs. "STEVE!" Tony yelled again, walking through the living room then to the small kitchen, where Steve was calmly flipping pancakes. "The water is cold!!" he cried indignantly. Steve turned around, slight surprise on

Here The Frailest Leaves of Me The conflict in John's head made him dizzy as he grabbed at Sherlock's arm.  He deepened the kiss and Sherlock responded in kind as he ran his hand through the others hair.  John moaned his approval. Something clicked in John's mind and he opened his eyes and stepped away.  Sherlock's face was full of confusion, as John was sure his was as well.  John ghosted his fingers along his lips as he tried to form some sort of sentence. “I-I should go...” He bent and grabbed his bag and was out the door before Sherlock could grab him. “John!” Sherlock called. John was at the top of the s