WWII AU - no themepterawatersJune 2 2011, 13:37:30 UTC
The soldier burst into the office that served as Kurt's interrogation room in a blaze of bullets and blood, killing the guards, one of whom Kurt had known since primary school. Terrified, Kurt put up his hands as best he could while handcuffed to his chair
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Re: WWII AU - no themeopenedbookJune 2 2011, 13:55:09 UTC
I see what you did thar. THought It's unlikely they would have used handcuffs on prisoners. Most prisoners would just comply out of helplessness, and those who didn't would be beaten into it.
Music, Movies and Maudlin Melodramasemo_chick_87June 2 2011, 13:59:34 UTC
Day 2- Wrap Your Arms Around MePuck waited at the bus stop as his watched his mom waddle down the street. She was about eight months pregnant with the person that supposed to be his sister. Angry tears threatened to fall as he remembered that his dad had been gone just as long. He cursed the parasite growing in his mother's stomach. It was her fault that his daddy had left. It was her fault that his mom hadn't remembered that today was his twelfth birthday
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30 Kisses #2 - StrawberryfrolicandfallJune 2 2011, 14:02:42 UTC
“I will never again eat strawberries without you,” Kurt murmurs, once he has licked the last traces of the sweet fruit from Puck’s lips.
Puck grins lazily and holds out a piece of pineapple for Kurt to taste. The juice spills over Puck’s wrist when Kurt takes a bite. He watches through hooded eyes as Kurt’s tongue chases the sticky trails. When Kurt’s done, Puck pulls him into a deep kiss, his hands carding through Kurt’s hair.
“What next?” Kurt asks, gesturing to the fruit bowl.
“Just you,” Puck replies, capturing Kurt’s bottom lip in his mouth and sucking hungrily.
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Sorry, Holocaust buff here.
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at least i'm breaking of sweetness and not pain yet.~
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Puck grins lazily and holds out a piece of pineapple for Kurt to taste. The juice spills over Puck’s wrist when Kurt takes a bite. He watches through hooded eyes as Kurt’s tongue chases the sticky trails. When Kurt’s done, Puck pulls him into a deep kiss, his hands carding through Kurt’s hair.
“What next?” Kurt asks, gesturing to the fruit bowl.
“Just you,” Puck replies, capturing Kurt’s bottom lip in his mouth and sucking hungrily.
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