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Tradimento (secondo capitolo)

Title: Betrayal
Fandom: Merlin
Paringa : Merlin / Arthur, Arthur / surprise (not so much, I admit)
Rating: NC-17 for this chapter
Disclaimer: No mine Merlin, Arthur is not mine, not mine all that makes their side dish.
Summary: There is always need a wife.
Notes : This story is slash . Men with men, yes.


When Merlin was able to bring the case back to what was said at all had stopped caring about him and left him leaning on the ground to try to pick up the pieces without cutting your hands.
"... I do not see how ..." He was telling Arthur.
"Think about it. We believe it is really the best solution. You should be able to find a wife and marry within the next month, as soon as possible. You will have the opportunity at once to consolidate your position and promise of an heir. "
" A wife. "
Even with head bowed, Merlin was able to perceive the uncertain note in the voice of Arthur. He had not stopped the ears rumble since Kay had announced their solution, and found that it continued to get small nicks, grasping hands with sharp pieces at all times.
I really hope that Arthur was shocked by what he proposed. He hoped that, irrationally, he had been taken from close to the stomach that he could not leave Merlin.
But then Arthur said, "It might be a good idea." And so Merlin stopped hoping.

Merlin did not think of anything. He had nothing to think, he said.
"Come here." Arthur said with a sigh, dropping on the bed.
Merlin leaned over to untie his boots without a word.
knew that Arthur was appreciating that their silence, the tranquility of their friendly shared space of her room, to not say a word. Did you know him so well that even if they went to bed together for only a few months, he knew exactly what the other meant by his voice toneless, almost reluctantly to take it with a shoulder to pull him toward him. Merlin stood up and sat. Arthur knew every movement, every meaning, and along with him was like a second nature. Something inside him was tight, something had broken, something had finally gone. But the ability to allow Arthur did what he wanted of him remained. Arthur
just pushed him, Merlin is not opposed no resistance and let lay on the bed. Above him smiled
Arthur and Merlin knew that he was glad to finally escaped to the directors and to be able to spend some 'time to do something just nice. He knew how he had to go.
let him kiss her, and kissed him in turn, allowed himself to strip despite Arthur was not used to and still had a touch too rude. He stood naked in front of a King outfit, turned his head away and with a shiver of anticipation left him to do.
"It 's been endless, right?" Arthur murmured against her collarbone, down to kiss a curved line along the stomach. Merlin is arched, without answering. For
Arthur liked tighten, and he did, went back along its body, dragged him over lying down on the sheets that Merlin had changed that morning and drove just to make him understand what he wanted. Merlin
pressed against him with all his body, but he did it quietly, because Arthur was tired and at this time preferred the languorous passion. Deprived him in slow motion is known, it licked his ear behind, along the vein in the neck, kissed her lips almost smiled and his eyes closed.
When he felt the heat mount, closed his eyes a moment to regain control and continued.
"Merlin." He named Arthur, and Merlin knew he wanted more, and went down to kiss the line below the navel. Then he took him in the mouth, very careful at the moment the other became the first wail away to increase the pace.
"Merlin ..." He continued
a while yet, but had also learned that Arthur liked to change, so went up by blowing on the wet trail that he had left and made her lie down on his back. Arthur smiled and kissed him long, both knew that he was too tired to do anything so they simply touching, looking for impossible to find a common rhythm.
Merlin came first, Arthur barely had time to squeeze a bit 'more against him. They were breathing heavy on the bed. Merlin the
looked good, a bit 'because he was still amazed at how silly his face so he could have known that gradient yearning for him alone, a little' because he felt that somehow he was saying goodbye.
"You know," whispered "I think I have the right person."

The following days were stressful for everyone, but Arthur was probably a nightmare. Merlin was concerned that was eating, but more could do so, it was impossible to tell the council how he thought that their continuous meetings and their relentless
were running out of King Arthur had never felt much diplomacy, but was forced to spend a week immersed up to their necks in speeches, background, analysis and advice. The only requested does not, of course, was her.
Her name was amazing and almost insulting to the majority of older riders, but Kay still held steadfast the reins and immediately sensed the potential of this absurd marriage. He had no sense, of course, but it was not necessary that he had. Arthur needed to make it clear that it was different, that the world had changed with him, and there was no gesture more liberal than mingle with the people themselves. That this was done by raising her hand that lowering him, would pass quietly.
He would show it to anyone who took his own decisions, and by an act so momentous that it should be talked about for centuries.
Meanwhile, it was spoken for days, sieved the idea of Merlin from the political point of view.
Merlin, meanwhile, did not think. On the seventh day
received in his arms a total defeat Arthur, tired and worried as he had not seen for days. Just shut the door of his room behind him, opened his arms and Merlin rushed to take his jacket.
"Have you ever heard the story of the Prince and the Pauper?"
"Do not I have never heard tales. "
Arthur looked at him incredulously, then shook his head, laughing just a little 'off. "But what I wonder? Merlin, the boy raised by wolves. No offense to your mother. "
" Imagine. "
" You could take my place. I would go around with your rag to do nothing all day and you'd be king Everybody wins! "
" In the story work? "Churches Merlin absently, sitting by each other to unfasten his boots.
"A marvel. But - "
"Who knows how but I sensed there was a but."
Arthur drove the infamous accusations with a weary gesture of his hand. "But no. You just have to do in order to become my perfect sister. "
" Ah. Easy. Undone! "Merlin did not have time to sit up, that if Arthur had pulled on her lap.
"I think about sex." Whispered in his ear, careful to make sure that every word his tongue touching the roof of Merlin. "Two me having sex. Is not that wonderful? "Merlin fortunately
did not have to answer. Two seconds after Arthur was actually thinking about sex. Merlin did not think that's all.

They did so quietly, without too much effort, as established in the last period. Merlin
left to do, concentrating all the efforts that had until then to hide his magic in himself to give even just a little 'time. He knew how it was going, he knew the future of pain and betrayal, and he expected that every time Arthur pushes it away. Never happened. Arthur
But that night could not sleep, you turn over in bed as if in search of something.
Merlin awoke with my heart in my throat and realized immediately that the other was awake.
"What happened?"
Arthur looked at him, almost surprised to trovarselo next.
"Something wrong?" Insisted Merlin.
"Take me to her. I want to tell them. "
Catching his breath, Merlin nodded.

"Tell me you're providing to your disguise."
"When I what?" It was still early morning, and felt that Merlin was not yet fully awake. The night before he had to help clean up his stills Gaius and they had both fallen asleep with his head on the wipers. Not the best way to spend the night.
Arthur looked at him with hatred, still lying on the bed. He could not be particularly intimidating, because he had his shirt that he used to sleep. "Your disguise that will allow you to replace me until the board will not end this madness."
"Ah. What. Is progressing very well. "
" Sure. "Arthur raised his eyebrows, but the frown melted into a tired smile. It seemed he only smiles tired lately. Merlin did not regret the smiles that exploded before, it could afford. Merlin did not regret anything.
"Come here."
Merlin approached the bed and there was a kiss. A kiss long and complex, that could only endure with his eyes tightly closed.
"What did I do today? Minds, please. "
" There is a meeting with Ambassador of Mercia. You can not jump. Kay then you must see yourself. You can not jump. Then there is the guide to other advisers. You can not jump. And then ... "
" And then, yeah. Geneva. Have you ensured that I have ever seen no one the other night? "
Merlin shook his head firmly. "None."
Arthur sighed and gave the impetus to sit up. "All right. Strength and courage. "
When Arthur finally came out, Merlin realized that my legs were shaking. He was forced to sit.

Days went by, and Merlin avoid diverting from the usual path of Gaius rooms - room of Arthur. He had managed to never meet. Never thought of her. He did not think that's all.
Arthur met every night, slipping out of the castle without being noticed.
One night, while Merlin was trying to quit eyes, leaning on his shoulder, Arthur whispered in her hair "You know? I really think that I may be able to love it. "
Merlin was lost. He did not know how to get back.

"I think I can do it." Arthur said with a smile pulled. You could see his apprehension in the rigidity with which he moved, in spite of the tunic from the ceremony had been made to measure.
The pain of Merlin could not be seen, this was certain. Merlin
But that morning he could not think, and that betrayed him. In a moment, in light of the sun just risen, Merlin Arthur saw that in her room getting ready for her wedding with a girl who did not deserve anything that Merlin could not hope not.
Most of all, he saw Arthur and could not think of not lying, not bare to think, not to think of heavy and close and sweaty and smiling and loved. And her. She could not think of it lost forever.
"I'm sure." His voice trembled slightly, but Arthur was too tight to not notice.
The forehead is wrinkled now. He started to speak, but Merlin was not going to let them.
"Go now." He said, softly.
Arthur looked at him, and may have understood something because you want to stop as he pushed forward. Merlin felt shaking the blood in his veins, but he was already walking toward the door.
"Go" he repeated.
When he left the room he could not get to run. Perhaps
Arthur had really learned something, because I heard someone calling his name.

She looked so beautiful, perhaps because it was so different from usual. It had been converted, covered, enriched in every way. They had made it better: the more sculpted figure, breasts fuller, more radiant skin in light dress, her hair softer, so that the traces of her mingled with all the other ladies who had seen Merlin go by the court.
If she had been less beautiful, Merlin that morning would love her more.
had taken remember that Merlin and Gwen had not allowed that nothing would survive the years that had passed down in her home, among his people. And she also seemed happy, Merlin did not know if it was to recognize real happiness or sets.
could not be otherwise. It was to be the best, the dream, the example embodied a new era, his body dressed in white temple of what Arthur had to make the new kingdom. Merlin had felt the cold hand of politics even crawl under the tunic of Geoffrey, woven among the flowers, even and especially in the absence of something that would bear witness that she had lived before that time, who had thoughts and goals that sought to that moment had nothing to do, which was not born to be donated by the people as a bunch of wheat from a child dressed in rags to the King in triumph.
And then there was him, but Merlin looked at him not even once.

He clapped his hands when he heard about him in the crowd do the same, she smiled at mo 'to apologize to anyone in particular, and then fled. He was lost, somewhere had to begin to return.
racing stables and saddled his horse.

rode strong enough to muscle injury, but managed to spot the first fields of Ealdor before it was too dark to continue.
Will's house was the third of a road, and was the first house where he stopped, and Will still had the ability to understand and figure out what she needed. Merlin was trying to be honest with himself, and he knew from the beginning because had decided to ride up to it. He would see his mother, his house, but later. She slept with Will in the barn, we made love trying to hide the anger under the impetus of the discovery, but the betrayal crept in without letting him escape.
The first night of the wedding of Arthur Merlin spent licking, biting and kissing a body that once had been more familiar than his, but now it was just another.
"Merlin?" Will's voice, hoarse and sleepy, came with the dawn, reminding him that he had not slept a single minute. "Come here." He whispered, as they had already done others before him.
Merlin lay down beside him and cried until the sun was high in the country.

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Help Haiti - Tradimento (primo capitolo)

Here is the story of commissionatami Kathrein Help for Haiti . The prompt was 'betrayal' and demand a great deal of angst. For the moment there is neither the one nor the other, but have faith and reach.


Title: Betrayal
Fandom: Merlin
Paringa : Merlin / Arthur, Arthur / surprise (not so much, I admit)
Rating: R for this chapter
Disclaimer: I do not belong Merlin, Arthur is not mine, it belongs to me everything that is on their side dish.
Summary: There is always need a wife.
Note: This story is slash. Men with men, yes.







Merlin was distracted for a moment, and Uther had died in his bed, died of a disease that no one expected the exception of the Dragon. No time to cry (as Merlin had been injured in person by the irrational fears of man too much alone, respect was always there) and had already found that Arthur was trying hard to sit on a throne which had not been done for him. Merlin
found herself without apparent meaning, to breathe a sigh of relief.
promises a bright future had evaporated, the future had already arrived and that somehow testified that Merlin had played well the first part of his task. As reflected in the new posture of Arthur, who could not even seem too unnatural, the crown that encircled his head perfectly blonde, naturally pushing the riders to bow in his presence. Merlin did not
I could take credit, but put him in mind for some time and did almost hurt.
He had passed the rock hard: he was guaranteed a king in Camelot, the King best that could be desired, and is now ready to enjoy some years of hard work, but clear and straightforward. Nothing to do with the nebulous fate he had to try to interpret in time and save up to that point.
For the rest, since he had become King Arthur is that Merlin had not changed much. It was still his servant, with pretty much the same obligations that this entails: her best friend was still in armor, his faithful companion mop, two of the most present in his life and the laundress Aileen Gorre cook. You still wake up obscenely early and still bear the same real insults.
And then, of course, was the fact that, with a huge anti-climax, Arthur discovered that Merlin was able to clean his armor without using the cloth. Or, rather, that the cloth was able to wash it yourself if Merlin was moving just your fingers.
Nothing had happened. They had looked for seconds or hours, then Arthur had advised him to go get a good sleep, because it was so late already, and the armor was already fairly clean.
not tolerate is that suddenly the magic of Camelot, but the narrow iron was loose in a few weeks, close to the surveillance had been replaced by a formula that Gaius was called 'Do not ask, do not say' and that the most hopeful as they saw the approach of a true time of peace.
So there were no more beheadings in the public square, the magic of complaints were received only with a frown of real eyebrows, and Merlin was left alive. Arthur had woken up the next day with a pot of cold water and had advised that, as King, had every right to erase from their minds matter what happened the night before.
short, things slowly changed, but for Merlin in practice remained a bit 'all the same.

The real change had taken place exactly four months, seven days and nine hours from coronation of Arthur, and was presented in the form of a hand slowly creeping onto the leg of Merlin. Upwards. Arthur's hand. Arthur the hand of a drunk, but not so drunk that stared trying not to sound strained even he could not even afford to blink. Merlin had risen from his chair as if he'd point and a bee had flown from the room.
Two days after he had waited until Arthur was only in his rooms, had joined him, he had avoided looking at him while the words are coiled in his throat, he tried to resist the excuse (or pray), and when the other got up, threw himself forward.
Their mouths were affected more by accident than anything else.
Then they made love. Despite what he believed to Arthur, Merlin was not for the first time. Not at all. But it had seemed.
They pressed against each other strongly, they failed, they had stopped, they stopped to look as long as Merlin had not resisted and had started to kiss as if it depended on the every inch of his life which Arthur could reach, began again, Merlin and Arthur had swallowed some lament some petition, and was the most wonderful thing that had ever happened. Merlin
Then he fled again, as if he had a whole swarm at his heels.

The body of Arthur had liked.
Just the thought had formed in his mind, he felt the irresistible impulse to get out a hysterical laugh. He embraced some other male body in the dark (more than one, less than four) but Arthur had found something that led him to close his eyes in the most unexpected moments to relive the exact moment where he had planted the teeth into sharp curve of the neck, or body weight on his left when it was over.
Perhaps it was also the case for the others who had preceded the Prince. Perhaps he had been up all night for them, rational thought was likely. But if it had happened did not remember more, and basically not even really believe it.
All parts of the body of Arthur he had liked. The problem was that it was, in fact, the body of Arthur.

Arthur's body had approached him twice more in touches too random to be defined before Merlin abandon all pretense of seriousness and tried to kiss him instead of offering him lunch.
"What are you doing?" Asked Arthur, pretending to be surprised in a way so ridiculous that Merlin felt the urge to kiss him anyway.
"Nothing."
Arthur looked at him, almost computer, then nodded. They were too close for it to really believe it. "Good."
"Yeah. I should ... "
" should. "
Arthur was to kiss him first. Merlin suppressed a smile and opened his mouth immediately terrified.

"You know," Arthur had said with his air of thought, Merlin knew, indicated that he was about to say something that was expected of him, but that he could easily avoid thinking "maybe we should talk about it."
"No. & rdquo ; immediately said Merlin.
Arthur raised his right eyebrow. "I think we should."
"No. Your Highness. "Merlin added, in a desperate attempt" Sire. Majesty. "
" Flattery will get you nowhere. "
No, Merlin thought, indeed there was no precedent from which to be reassured. He pushed forward and began kissing him as if the fate of the world depended on by whining that he could tear off to Arthur.
And if it were so? He should ask the Dragon. That still worked.

There had been signs of what was to happen between them. They had woken up one morning and discovered that they wanted to pounce.
There was, in any situation, some sense of inevitability that had pushed Merlin to think that this was exactly what the dragon meant by 'two sides of same coin '.
Merlin Arthur admired by others for things that were either ignored or despised. He liked to watch it lose, for example, because Arthur (this was a huge secret) sometimes could even lose gracefully. He liked to talk to him when they felt both too angry with the world to be kind. He appreciated the harshness with which they are judged and found wanting, the dry humor that he had with people he cared about, the belief that children could not give to be able to solve everything with a sword and an unnecessary deployment of courage. And then there was the Arthur
bright, royal, who sat on the throne Camelot and belonged to all his people, and that in secret almost forced to bow Merlin really.
At night, on those nights without feeling that they had followed their first kiss, Merlin had thought that Arthur was a person that was easy to fall in love with what he showed to the world, for its power, its beauty, nobility radiating. It was typical of Merlin have gone against the trend, and be completely infatuated dell'Arthur secret.

Each time, just finished, even when their panting filled the room, Merlin sits up to find stamping with clothes on. Sometimes he tried to pay attention to where he left them and removed them, but it was not successful, because Arthur had always been too busy to allow him to touch or lick thinking. So he had to quickly search in the dark, then grabbed and slipped it in a hurry.
He would not really go away, it was clear. Arthur's bed was very comfortable, and so his chest. The breath of Arthur was sleeping peacefully, and the evening was the moment when it was generally more polite, and Merlin would have been happy. But nothing's said to be allowed, sometimes with Arthur and Merlin just felt too exposed to withstand a misunderstanding.
Once, however, Arthur had kicked Merlin off the cloak just as he was to retrieve it.
"Arthur." He said Merlin, trying to figure out that it was not funny. "Now it will be dirty."
"You should better clean the floor."
"Yes, yes, I will." Cats to the edge of the bed, too tired and satisfied to argue.
Arthur grabbed his wrist too hard.
"Hey!"
"Sorry." With a look contrite, the other let go. "I've made too much."
"I've left the signs!"
"I apologized. I did not want. "
They stared, frowning with Merlin that Arthur was trying to understand and with the air of a cornered. Merlin frowned even more the opposite.
"What happened?" Churches in the end.
Arthur shrugged, returning to lie completely on her white pillows. With an elegant movement tried to cover herself with a sheet. Unfortunately, over the sheet was Merlin, and had no intention to move.
Arthur grinned. "Someone wants to enjoy the view."
"So it appears." Merlin said quietly.
"I have a perfect body." Urged Arthur with his most ferocious smile. "The most beautiful of all the court. I should have a contest. "
" It would be very regal of you nude expose to the public. "
" It reminds me of something - an old story. In any case you'd like. "
Merlin did not try to deny it, he just sighed and rested half feet on the floor.
"Come here." Arthur whispered nonsense. The shooting and the wrist, making more power than before, it retreated back. She did lie down beside him and kissed his shoulder. "I also like your body."
Merlin stood still, he limited himself to just open his mouth when he kissed the other. Arthur
let go again a few moments, and then murmured, "It 's a year that my father is dead."
Merlin pressed against him all night, trying to make him forget how, after the death of his father and the flight of Morgan, was left completely alone.

Although the King Arthur of Camelot was, all that remained intact was orbiting around the death of Uther. The directors were always the same, perhaps had changed alliances, but the entire composition of the court was not changed. Even the items had not been replaced.
"Why do not you build a throne higher? You have become taller than your father, no longer has the same effect. "Propose Merlin in one of their evenings, immediately after eating the tower of Arthur. Arthur
shook her head, concentrate on the game. "What is all right."
"But you could let you do custom. It is not even old, have given your father a few years ago. "
" No. "
" You could ask John, he did wonderful things for the table of Geoffrey. Or you might let you give. "
Arthur finally deigned to look up. "I have no idea who this John."
"It 's -" Merlin began, but the other stopped him immediately and thoughtful.
"Nor do I care to know. Then you think too that I'm still too attached to the image of my father. "
words into the mouth of Arthur jarring, as if he had already heard from others. Merlin rushed to shake his head. "I was speaking only of the throne."
Arthur nodded, dry, and returned to their game.

In fact, Merlin and thought it should be clear to anyone with eyes to the reign of Arthur was not what had been the reign of Uther, yet many still struggle to separate the image of the child by his father. Not Merlin, this was a foregone conclusion, even if only because his son took him to bed.
"You know ... I think that's true. I need a sign that you really do understand that everything changed. "Arthur said absently combing the hair of Merlin" Move a little '- far right - ouch! Not there - here. Fermo. You have sharp elbows most of the world. "
" You asked Kay? "
" Hm. He also sees the problem. "
"It 's an intelligent man."
"Yeah. I do not see how my father could give him so little credit - though. In this case the futility of his advice was almost pathetic. "
Merlin warned Arthur irritation to grow in every word, so he turned just leaning on its side and began to stroke his chest with calm circular motion.
"For example?"
"A table. A round table. To hear all riders equally. "
"It looks bad." Merlin commented softly, lying. He felt that his eyelids were closed by sleep, and still had to clean up the supper dishes. He roused himself and leaned on one elbow to rise. Arthur's eyes shone with disbelief.
"A round table."
In a moment, both burst out laughing, naked and dirty they were.

Merlin ignored the problem may be too long, giving him little credit as it was lost in his new world body composed of Arthur, the absence of Arthur when he was busy elsewhere, it does Arthur told him that and he did. Gwen was to open his eyes as usual.
"Arthur looks worried." Commented without stopping to wash the sheets of the building.
Things were worse for her since Morgan was gone. Was kept at court, of course, and Arthur He liked to talk to her, probably more often than it did before, but it was typical of his had not the slightest notice of his clothes a bit 'more analysis or his hands more chapped. A Merlin was absolutely forbidden to say anything with an intensity that rarely Gwen had seen, so it was silent.
The truth was that Gwen had been downgraded from personal maid of the king's daughter to a simple maid, and without his father to help her out his finances were not the most optimistic.
Merlin tries to help her, but it was like trying to empty the sea with your hands.
"Worried?" He smiled to himself, thinking that the concern that Gwen had seen was nothing but exhaustion.
"For the matter of Uther."
The smile faded quickly. "As a matter of Uther?" Gwen gave him
a searching look, "I thought you had talked about it. He is afraid - quite rightly in my view - that people still have trouble thinking of him as the new king, rather than as the son of Uther. There is the ghost of his father on the throne of Camelot, still be heard. "
" Oh, that. I had mentioned something a few days ago. You see worried? "
Gwen nodded, giving a very strong tug to the sheet. "And I agree with him, I told you. It would take something that detaches from the past, a clear sign that the era Uther is finally over. "
Merlin nodded. They stayed a few minutes in silence, reflection, and then began to talk about something else. How

servant staff of the King, Merlin was obliged to attend more or less all the banquets, and half of the royal council. Even when it dragged on for hours with the only result of sfiancare or irritate everyone present, and Arthur too tired to make the bed later. Merlin
Not that he really thought that the role of Arthur was less important than his personal happiness.
"... but if you took into consideration -"
"I already took into account everything you need! Everything you have said in the last month! "
The board of that morning had not started on the right foot, and Arthur had already begun to turn around the round table like a caged lion, growling against his advisors . Merlin had been forced to stay in the right corner with a pitcher full of wine in hand.
Arthur struck a fist on the wood, making startling everyone present. "I did exactly what you suggested, starting from this round table damned!"
"Do not enough. "Kay commented calmly, that, far from being the most senior advisers, was certainly the most pragmatic.
"But I changed the customs! I have abolished laws, I've done it again, I made pacts and alliances changed! I'm getting the peace, is not enough? "
Kay shook her head firmly," The issue is not whether or not enough, Your Majesty, but if you can not see the real advocate of it all, or only the puppet in the hands of experts. "
" puppet ... "He repeated furious Arthur, Merlin, and he thought that if he were Kay would rise immediately from the chair, ready to flee.
"You are young. And even if it is not a fault, this trouble to the people to trust you. Added to this is the bond that still preserved the memory of your father, we do not want nor dare never private. "He hastened to add, staring at the hand of Arthur which was closed spasmodically on the hilt of the sword .
"What should I do then," asked Arthur hoarsely.
Kay looked around. Several advisers nodded in return, as prompting him to report what they had already agreed. Merlin pushed forward to hear better. Kay trusted and had confidence that he could eventually find a solution.
"... We believe that the most immediate sign of your maturity and married, your Majesty. You need a wife, preferably one that your father has chosen for you. "
A Merlin the pitcher fell from her hands.

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[Dir en Grey] Hajime Suzu @ Café

Fandom: Dir en Grey / La: Sadie's.
Title: Hajime Suzu @ Café
Translated Title: Beginning to Suzu Café
Author: misako93
Rating: PG13, NC17 (language)
Genre: pre-slash, romance.
Alerts: OOC, language, What if?

Summary: The
La: Sadie's are forced to face a hard truth: now that Kisaki are gone without a bassist, and risk not being able to take off their dreams. But across town, working in a bar a guy who could be their salvation ... The history of
Dir en Grey Café begins at Suzu.

Notes:
long time ago, I discovered that Toshiya was not an original member of La: Sadie's, arrived later. So I enjoyed the history of Dir en Grey, reinterpreted in my mind, about how a boy from a remote village near Nagano he could join a band destined to make sparks ... and voila. A curiosity: the Café Suzu really exists. E 'in Tokyo's Shibuya district. You can see pictures and cute things here on their site \u0026lt;3

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