Cacici

Arthur found himself staring down at his paper-filled desk with a dull look, birds tweeted outside his window, the blue sky seemed even more infinite and mysterious than normal, the smell of freshly dewed grass scented the room nicely, calming his nerves. “Merlin!” He demanded bossily. Soon a gangly servant stumbled in with an armful of newly polished armour. “Yes Sire?” He gasped. “I would like some tea, as well as a little snack. I hope that tiny task won’t be too much for your pea sized brain of yours.” He mumbled rudely, looking down at his papers. Merlin’s eyebrow twitched in irritation

Bradley had had enough! Enough of the not-so-secret glances. Of the shy and subtle touches during filming. He was sick of Colin avoiding him whenever they weren't working. He was tired of not knowing if Colin was going to talk to him today or avoid him like yesterday. He wanted his friend back. He NEEDED his friend. It was with this in mind that he left his hotel room at 2 in the morning and found himself pounding on Colin's door. A few moments and a string of curses later, a very sleepy looking brunet appeared. "Bradley?" he said, his voice scratchy and eyes squinted against the harsh light of the hallway. He looked confused. "...the fuc

  Sherlock woke with a start from the couch, not realizing he’d dozed off, but after a moment of looking up at the ceiling, he smells something…delicious on the air.   He could hear the muddled sounds of chopping, sizzling and John muttering as he moved around their kitchen, the smells of olive oil, lamb and roasting onions dancing around his senses. Is John…cooking? “Ow! Shit! Damn knife…” John cursed, and Sherlock found himself smiling as he sat up, the small blanket that had been thrown over him slipping off.   Deciding he wouldn’t say anything, he stands and walks on quiet steps to the kitche

Harry had just finished extra potions with Snape. He stormed along the corridors until he got to the Fat Lady, "Lorum Ipsum!" He stalked into the room throwing his books on to the nearest empty chair. Hermione without even glancing up from her book said 'Snape?' 'Snape. Oh I HATE that man' Standing up and pacing in front of the fire. 'Look Harry you can't go on hating him forever. I mean you might even be thanking him one day because of what he taught you.' 'Oh you just say that because you can't do any wrong in his class.' She sighed and silently gave up. This battle had been raging ever since the extra lessons with Snape. Shutting her b