Be Mine: R, Angst, 'cesty

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Disclaimer: This is just the ramblings of a very screwed up mind. Move along.
Author’s Disclaimer: And this is all BERNIE’S fault… 

Title: Be Mine
Genre: Angst
Rating: R for one-sided ‘cesty overtones and some light S/M stuff. Don’t like, don’t read—actually, on second thought, just run far, far away from me…
Players: Sergei Fedorov, Fedor Fedorov
Summary: Sergei cannot deny Fedor anything, even if he knows it’s wrong.
 
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( Be Mine )

Crash Into Me: PG, General/Romance

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This has been floating around in my LJ for a bit. I wasn’t too fond if it when I wrote it, but since then it’s grown on me so I decided to post it.

Disclaimer: I wish. (oh, how I wish.) As far as I know, Svetlana does not exist, but just imagine this lucky bitch woman.

Title: Crash Into Me
Genre: General/Romance
Rating: PG (warning: mention of a heterosexual relationship! also some swearing.)
Players: Nikolai Zherdev, various
Summary: The various ‘falls, trips, stumbles and crashes’ into love by one Nikolai Zherdev.
(Nik POV) Prompt #83: ‘Love’.

( Crash Into Me )

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Have you even been in love? Horrible, isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens your heart and it means someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses. You build up this whole armor, for years, so nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...

You give them a piece of you. They don't ask for it. They do something dumb one day like kiss you, or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so a simple phrase like "maybe we should just be friends" or "how very perceptive" turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a body-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.

--Rose Walker; Sandman: The Kindly Ones; Neil Gaiman