They walk faster during nights, rest, if they must, during day. And even in the shell of Hiruko, Deidara's prattle is inescapable. It's only before dawn that he falls silent, as Sasori shifts aside Hiruko's shield and stares up at the desert sky and its stars.

Thranduil and Thorin clashed twice through the ages. Now they come together one last time. Thorin/Thranduil Slash.

"Why did it fascinate you?" "Dunno. Guess 'cause it was still so artistic. Maybe even this interplay of cruelty and literal art … 'S like you know it's bad but it's still beautiful. You just can't help yourself." "So contradicting. To create such art surely is blissful." Will looks up at him, for a second their gazes meet. "It's like seduction," Will murmurs.

It's after midnight but still a lifetime till dawn. Pale spotlights glimmer through the rain. A '67 Chevrolet Impala comes slowly to a stop. You can read this without either knowledge of the fandoms.

Bret Hart/Shawn Michaels, Triple H/Shawn Michaels SLASH. When the windows are damp from their breath and it's late in the night and morning still seems an eternity away. And he wishes morning might never come.

Bret Hart/Shawn Michaels SLASH. It wasn't a kiss. It was war.

They are on the road, they are clubbing. Things happen. HHH tries to deal with it. SLASH.

Plot-What-Plot. Shawn Michaels/John Cena. SLASH.

The night smells wet and tastes of sex. His body is a battlefield.

The papers wrote it was tragic and shocking and horrible. But, oh, they were wrong. It was a love letter. Post-Reichenbach Fall not yet beta'd

Night falls. And Jim Moriarty falls, too.

How did he end up like this? Or better, how did they end up like this? Reid moved his head to the side, looked at the man who he was supposed to call 'boss' and who was now slowly falling asleep.