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Author's Note: Eren/Mikasa - High school popular kid/nerd (AU) The Note "This is the worst idea you've ever had, Armin!" "Eren, it's not my fault that you're illiterate! I clearly said her locker was number 75, not 57!" "No you didn't! Besides, you said her locker was on the left side!" "I did say left, yes. You, however, went to the right!" Eren groaned loudly in aggravation. He might not have been listening quite as earnestly to Armin's plan as he should have done, but damn it if he was going to admit that out loud. How could he have concentrated on his best friends guidelines though, when his heart had been beating so loudly in his c

Fandom: The Hobbit. Summary: Without knowing how, when or why, I crossed the bridge between reality and fantasy. Now I find myself in between the paragraphs of a world-famous novel and there's a wizard demanding my attendance on a quest. Or rather, on a quite unexpected adventure. Rating: T I hereby disclaim any rights to Tolkien's world and characters. Chapter 3 "They did not sing or tell stories that day, even though the weather improved; nor the next day, nor the day after. They had begun to feel that danger was not far away on either side."       - J.R.R. Tolkien, The Hobbit, 1937 - - The Hunt - (Lillian's Point Of V

Author's Note: Romano/Belgium - Going through a divorce (AU) Stay They had been so in love. The year they met, he did not dare talk to her or even stand close to her. He watched her from a distance, hoping that one day he would control his stutter and his easily-blushing-cheeks, his wobbling knees and the pounding of his heart in his ears, so that he could finally say hello to her when she said hello to him. It took him another year to find his courage and throw a quick 'ciao' in her direction. At first she had been silent, but the smile that spread across her features seconds later was all the encouragement he needed. The third year the

Author's Note: Some more proze for you. Let's decipher the meaning of 'love'. Love Takes Courage ~ x ~ Love is not a constant, blissful condition. Often she brings peace, but equally often she holds up confrontational mirrors. She teaches you to give, to receive and to sacrifice. She disappoints or moves when it pleases her and she is a continuous, organic process. Never have I learned more about myself and about life, than through love. Never before did I experience deeper lows and loftier highs.  Love is not the blessed answer to the quest for happiness, she is the wisest of teachers in the search for yourself.