Snowboarding: Prologue - Chapter One

The Accident

"There should be a red light blinking or something, surely?"

"Kristoff, it’s a cheap digital camera from a catalogue, not professional filming equipment." Elsa raised an eyebrow at him through the lens when the small device was pointed directly at her.

"Ooh, look, there’s a little recording thing there. Okay, okay. I’ve mastered it." He lowered the camera again and turned it off in the interim. "So… remind me again why you’re doing this?"

"Because they want someone to show off on a snowboard and Anders would only throw up.”

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Wrote this flaurel bonnie & clyde au today after being totally inspired by this post (x) from flaurelfandom​. Hope you all like it!

Prologue:

She could tell he was dangerous the second she’d laid eyes on him. Not dangerous in a break-your-heart type way, but she’d suspected he was probably like that, too. No, it was something a lot more serious, more deadly than that.

She had had the terrible misfortune (or was it luck?) of meeting his eyes from across the room, and that’s when she could tell. It was in his eyes. Blue, blue eyes that were sweet but treacherous, and why had she wanted to know exactly what he was hiding?

"Can I get you a drink, sweetheart?" he had said. She could tell from his voice that he was older than her, maybe five or six years her senior.

"I don’t know. Can you?" she’d answered. He had smirked at her.

"I like you, Miss…?"

"Castillo. Laurel Castillo."

He’d nodded. “I’m Michael. Michael Reston.”

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They’d gone home together that night. He’d pressed hot kisses up and down her neck as she’d fumbled with the keys to her apartment door.

"If you keep doing that we’re never going to get inside," she’d told him, letting out a whimper as he nibbled at her ear.

"That’d be fine with me, sweetheart. I’d love to take you right here, in the middle of the hallway. I want everyone to hear us, hear how good I can make you feel," he’d whispered, his breath hot against her ear.

She hadn’t been able to take it anymore, turning around and grabbing the collar of his shirt to pull him in for a searing kiss. He’d pushed her against the door, hands everywhere all at once. He’d started another passionate assault on her neck, wet, needy kisses that had driven her insane.

"Oh, God, Michael," she’d breathed, sinking her hands into his hair. "Michael."

"Don’t call me that," he’d murmured into her neck. "That’s just a nickname. Call me Frank."

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  • radio host:yo iggy give us some freestyle
  • iggy:
  • iggy:
  • iggy:
  • iggy:Greens, greens, and nothing but greens! Parsley, Peppers, Cabbages, and Celery. Asparagus and Watercress and Fiddlefern and Lettuce. He said "Alright!" But it wasn't quite cause I caught him in the autumn in my garden one night! He was robbing me, Raping me. Rudding through my rutabagga raiding my arugaluga ripping up the Rampion MY CHAMPION MY FAVORITE! I shoulda layed a spell on him right THERE! Coulda turned him into stone or a dog or chair. But I let him have the rampion, I'd lots to spare in return however I said fair is fair. You can let me have the baby that your wife will bare.. And we'll call it square.
  • radio host:I had a brother?
  • iggy:NO! But you had a sister.
  • iggy:I thought I had been more than reasonable...but how was I to know what your father had also HIDDEN in his pocket! You see when I had inherited the garden my mother warned me that I would be punished if I were ever to loose any of the beans...
  • radio host:Beans?
  • iggy:The special beans, I let him go I didn't know he'd stolen my beans! I was watching him crawl back over the wall when BANG! CRASH! And Lightening Flash- and well that's another story nevermind... Anyway at last the big day came, I made my claim. "Oh don't take away the baby!" They shrieked and screached but I did! And I hid her where she'll never be reached! Your father cried and your mother died. But for extra measure-I admit it was a pleasure- I said "Sorry I'm still not mollified" and I layed a little spell on them. You too son! That your family tree will always be a barren one!
  • iggy:So there's no more fuss and there's no more scenes and my garden thrives! You should see my nectarines! But I'm telling you the same I tell Kings and Queens don't ever ever ever mess around with my greens!
  • radio host:
  • iggy:ESPECIALLY THE BEANS!
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War. War never changes.

Since the dawn of human kind, when our ancestors first discovered the killing power of rock and bone, blood has been spilled in the name of everything: from God to justice to simple, psychotic rage.
In the year 2077, after millennia of armed conflict, the destructive nature of man could sustain itself no longer. The world was plunged into an abyss of nuclear fire and radiation.
But it was not, as some had predicted, the end of the world. Instead, the apocalypse was simply the prologue to another bloody chapter of human history. For man had succeeded in destroying the world - but war, war never changes.
In the early days, thousands were spared the horrors of the holocaust by taking refuge in enormous underground shelters, known as vaults. But when they emerged, they had only the hell of the wastes to greet them - all except those in Vault 101. For on that fateful day, when fire rained from the sky, the giant steel doors of Vault 101 slid closed… and never reopened. It was here you were born. It is here you will die.

Because, in Vault 101: no one ever enters, and no one ever leaves.

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I’ve told you my stories for years now. Some have been about coming of age. Some have been about coming undone. This is a story about coming into your own, and as a result… coming alive. I hope you know that you’ve given me the courage to change. I hope you know that who you are is who you choose to be, and that whispers behind your back don’t define you. You are the only one who gets to decide what you will be remembered for. From the girl who said she would never cut her hair or move to New York or find happiness in a world where she is not in love… 

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The Road to El Dorado - Prologue

                                             ♪ Our glorious city ♪
                               ♪ Was build by the divinities by Gods ♪
                                         ♪ Who saw fit to bestow ♪
                                         ♪ The gift of a paradise ♪
                                 ♪ Peaceful and harmonious upon ♪
                                        ♪ Us mere mortals below ♪
                                         ♪ And made El Dorado ♪
                                   ♪ The magnificent and golden ♪
                                      ♪One thousand years ago ♪
                           ♪ El Dorado, El Dorado, El Dora-a-a-ado ♪

“I hope you know that you’ve given me the courage to change. I hope you know that who you are is who you choose to be, and that whispers behind your back don’t define you. You are the only one who gets to decide what you will be remembered for. From the girl who said she would never cut her hair or move to New York or find happiness in a world where she is not in love…”

Girls love it Irish...and Boys too

Niall Horan, 23, livin life to the fullest,talk porn t’me, girls love it irish

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So..uhm, here’s the thing i’ve started recently. Please excuse my mistakes if you find any (Eng is not my native language). It’s about my two pretty babies Narry..i’m not sure about the lenghts of chapters and i don’t even know how many of them i’m gonna write, i guess time will tell. Enjoy and message me your thoughts :) x

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Yours Only: Prologue

TITLE: Yours Only

CHAPTER NUMBER/ONE SHOT: Prologue

AUTHOR: Happyhiddling

WHICH TOM/CHARACTER: Loki

GENRE: Romance, angst

FIC SUMMARY: Helena is betrothed to Loki, whom she had met once in her childhood. Though the prospect of her marriage intimidates her, things between Loki and her seem promising - but only at first… 

RATING: G

AUTHORS NOTES/WARNINGS: Here we are! The prologue. I hope that I’ll be able to update daily, but I cannot make promises. I’ll do my best, though!

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He first saw her when she visited the Palace for the first time, back when both of them were still children. Even at such a young age he was struck by her beauty, though of course in his mind the thought was a simple two words: “How pretty!”

As much as he wanted to run up and introduce himself – so that he could begin to learn more about her immediately – he was in the middle of a game of hide-and-seek, and he was not about to lose.

However he regretted the order of his priority almost as soon as he told himself that winning was more important. He watched, fuming, when his brother stepped into his line of sight, greeting the pretty girl with his smile of sunshine. To his delight though the young girl, holding her mother’s hand, hid behind her parent and said not a word to Thor, even after her parents tried to coax her. He felt the corners of his mouth turn up a little.

 

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Take My Place - Prologue

Summary: Ten months after the Thaw, Anna thinks she finally has her happy ending. But when she learns that she is expected to marry a foreign prince, it seems like no one is who they really ought to be. Kristanna.

Chapter One is having a final polish and will be posted later today. :) For now, here’s the slightly-updated, correctly-titled prologue.

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Prologue | Exodus

Exodus (N) [Ek-Suh-Duh S]  A going out; a departure or emigration.

Tristan

Ezra, two years though? You’re fucking shitting me right now, right?” I quizzed while pacing back and forth in our room. I was trying to process the bomb that Ez had just dropped on my entire existence but my mind wasn’t allowing me to do so. “What the hell am I gonna do without you for two years?” I continued before bringing my back and forth pacing to a complete halt and looking at him. I may have stopped moving but my rage and confusion were both rapidly increasing.

“Tristan, calm down bab—-”

“Calm d-down?” I interrupted, my voice cracking as it elevated. “How do you expect me to calm down when you told me you weren’t going to have to depart again anytime soon?”

That was the truth. Ezra told me that he was going to be here in Las Vegas for a few years before having to leave again. It hasn’t even been an entire year since his last deployment and here he is, about to go on yet another mission. 

This will be the sixth time since him and I have been together that he’s had to leave me and we’ve only been together for three years. I know that with the Army comes this leaving shit but I haven’t been able to completely come to terms with it yet and this was the exact reason why.

Ezra sighed and gradually ran his hands over his face before speaking calmly. “Tristan, I guess Osama has a large amount of juniors that we were unaware of, so they had to extend our mission.”

“Extend it to two years though? Five or six months like before would have been okay, but two years? What kind of shit is that, Ezra? ” He ignored me and walked over to his suitcase to stuff the remaining of his toiletries into the front pocket of it before zipping it up, causing me to scoff lowly. I trailed him with my now narrow eyes and allowed my eyebrows to furrow. “So you’re ignoring me now?”

“No, Tris…” His voice straggled off as he stood up straight and turned around to face me. “I’m not ignoring you but after all this time of us being together, you’re still not understanding my position and how I have no choice but to go. Even if it is on some last minute shit.”

A petite sigh found its way between my carmex-covered lips as I started to pout a little. I knew all too well that he didn’t have a say so in this. His position in the Army was his job and it always came first.

“I’m sorry babe. I’m just upset that they couldn’t tell you this any sooner than right now. They interrupted us watching “Scandal,” knowing damn well this is my favorite show, to tell you that you have to leave again on their commands? I hate this shit, Ez.”

He grabbed his suitcase and sat it next to the chair by the fireplace then walked over to the chair adjacent to that one and sat down. Motioning for me to come sit down with him, I rolled my eyes and walked over to him. He reached out to grab my arm and he pulled me down onto his lap.

“Tris.” He muttered. “You are so fucking sexy when you’re mad. You know that?” I scrunched up my face and sucked my teeth. “I’m not here for this.” I stated as he chuckled lowly and kissed my shoulder.

“Listen baby girl. I’m just as upset as you are.”

"Are you really? Because I can’t tell right now."

"Stop that shit, Tristan. You know I don’t want to leave you for two years. Trust me, it’s eating me up inside right now and it has been since we first got together. Always having to leave you ain’t easy babe.” He said while running his hands through my freshly washed hair. Swear I loved it when he did that. It was my ultimate weakness as well as one quick way to get me to calm down.

I closed my eyes and allowed my head to drop a little to the right. He pulled my hair up and slowly kissed the side of my neck a couple of times, sending a few Celsius chills down my vertebrae.

A slight moan hinted from my lips and I could practically hear the smirk that just appeared on his face. Ezra knew that any part of my neck was one of my many hot spots and that even the slightest touch of his lips on it would send me into over-drive. To be honest, it almost caused me to forget the bomb that he just dropped on me too.

This was definitely the wrong time to be getting horny though. As hard as it was, I snapped out of it and rose off of his lap to sit on the other chair that was closest by the fireplace. I looked him in his eyes for a second before clearing my throat and speaking again.

“Where are you going this time?”

He stared at me for a minute before responding, probably wondering why I hopped off of his lap as quickly as I did. “Saudi Arabia for the first year then Afghanistan for the second.” He finally retorted.

“What happened to you retiring?”

“That’s not an option right now. I’m only twenty-four and if I retire without finishing school, then we’re fucked in the financial area. You don’t work so I’m our only source of real income at the moment.”

“But I have my—-”

“Nah. You know that’s your money Tristan.” He interrupted. “I’m not about to go spending what’s yours so like I said babe, I’m our only source of real income so I can’t retire right now.”  I looked down for a moment but him leaning over to take my hands into his, caused me to look him back in his orbs.

“Since I’m eligible now, I get two R and R’s this time. So the first year I’m gone, I can come home for two weeks to spend time with you and the same goes for the second year. I just know I’m not gonna wanna go back when that time comes.”

“And I’m not going to want you to go back, Ezzy bear. I’m glad I’ll get you for two weeks this time around instead of one though.” I was attempting to stay positive for my sake, but deep down inside it was still killing me. 

He glanced down at my hands for a brief second then redirected his attention back to me and that’s when I saw a tear disappear from his left eye. My heart instantly dropped to my ass because my baby never cries. He wasn’t about that life, so witnessing this first hand was something new to me, but it also let me know that this situation was affecting him just as much as it was affecting me.

I wiped his tear away and sat back down on his lap, this time straddling him. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he snaked his around my waist before placing a faint kiss on his forehead. 

"I don’t think I’ll ever be good at this, bae. This is hard for me still." I started, pushing my forehead against his. "You’ve been having to leave so many times since we’ve been dating and it hasn’t been anything close to easy to deal with on my end. I mean, I’m trying but it’s not easy.” I paused to make sure he was still listening. When I got reassurance by him that he was, I continued.

“You’re always leaving and I thought once you came back this time, it would be different. You know ima hold it down for you no matter what but I just want you here with me.”

“I’m sorry, Tris. If this were up to me, you know I’d be right here with y—” His sentence fell short when my lips met with his. I knew he had to leave and I couldn’t do anything about it. If we wanted to keep our steady income then this was a must for him to do.

I didn’t want to do anymore talking at this moment though. Fuck not getting horny. I had to drop him off at the Base in a few hours and him dicking me down before he leaves was everything to me right now. Especially since I wouldn’t be getting any for a while.

His hands instantly started to explore my body as my tongue slipped inside of his mouth and wrestled with his. I took his tongue in between my lips and sucked on it before swiftly trading his tongue with his bottom lip. I tugged gently on it then bit down on it, causing him to grunt lowly.

He stood up with my legs wrapped around his waist and his lips still planted on mine. He walked over to the bed, gripped my waist and tossed me on it. Looking up at him, I watched as he snagged all of his clothes off and climbed on the bed, hovering over me. As I went to take my minimal clothing items off, he stopped me.

“Tristan, just relax. I got this.” A smirk found its way to his plump lips again and his right hand trailed down my side and stopped at my hips, tugging on my laced Victoria’s Secret boy shorts. He tugged a little harder, ripping my boy shorts off which caused me to gasp.

"Babe!"

"Shut that shit up. I’ll buy you some more." He mumbled sternly, leaning over to grab one of his gold friends off the dresser. He opened the extra large wrapper and removed the condom out of it before sliding it down his shaft, never taking his eyes off of me. 

I spread my legs and pinned them back on the bed myself and licked over my lips. I was beyond ready to feel all of him deep inside of me.

He positioned himself in between my legs and meshed his lips into mine. Still kissing me, he grabbed his dick and slammed it in me, with no fair warning. “Ahhh fuck, daddy!” I moaned out into the previously quiet atmosphere, the sound of my voice echoing off of the four walls in this room.

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After the third round, I had to tap out. My body couldn’t take anymore. I don’t know if Ezra was taking his anger of having to leave out on me or what, but normally I would be able to hang.

Sex with him was always amazing though. Not only was the sex great but the head that he gave me beforehand was on point too. I love it when he eats me out because he doesn’t just eat it, he makes out with my pussy and fucks me with his tongue. That shit never fails to give me back-to-back orgasms.

Even though what we just did was nothing short of amazing, it still didn’t make me forget that he was about to leave me.

I got off of the bed and limped into our bathroom to take a shower. I wanted to take one with Ezra but he had already beaten me to it. After my shower, I walked back into the room to lotion up and get dressed, so I can take my love to the Base. Lord knows I was going to dread this drive.

“Baby, you ready?” Ez inquired while walking into the room.

“Almost, just let me slip on my ugg boots and grab my bag, then we can go.”

“Hang on babe.” He grabbed my arm with the softest touch and I turned around to look at him. He sighed before letting any words escape his lips.

“I love you so much Tristan Noelle. You’re my queen baby. My number one. And I want you to know that while I’m out there shootin niggas, I will most definitely be thinking about my beautiful ass girlfriend and missing her too.” I couldn’t help but to laugh a little at his statement. He was always making me laugh at the most inappropriate times.

"I know me leaving is inconvenient…" He continued. "But I’ll make sure to call you as many times as I can and we can even write letters, on some Dear John shit. I’ll even write the first one.” I laughed once again and shook my head. Swear he was just too goofy for his own good, which was one of the many reasons I fell in love with this man.

“I love you too Ezra Alexander and like I said, ima hold it down for you and wait for your Dear Tristans’.” He smiled before licking over his lips and meshing them into mine.

This was going to be a long ass two years. I just prayed that God guided him swiftly in the palms of his hands and kept him safe out there.

Between me and you though, ima miss this man.