1. The pairings accepted in this archive is listed up in the about page, as well as what I do and don't accept within each pairing.
2. If you have the fanfic listed anywhere on the net, send me the link instead of the fic on mail.
3. If you send me the link on mail, it's up to yourself if you code it or not, but if you choose not to code it, it might take a lot longer before the fic is actually up in the archive. For a slight guide in how I like my authors to code their fics, scroll down.
4. Send the fic to me in txt format (notepad), as it takes up less space. If you submitt a series with short fics, please send it to me in one larger document, just make a clear mark between each chapter/fic in the series in the document itself, and let me know in the mail how many chapters there are.
5. When you finish a new chapter/fic in a series that you're having me archive, make sure to notify me and send me the fic ASAP.
6. My mailadress is: gmb_loves_angel@hotmail.com, please don't spam my account with unnessesary things.

1. Disclaimer
2. Author name/nick
3. Author e-mail
4. Title
5. Spoiler warning
6. Rating
7. Teaser/Short Summary

1. Sepparate each paragraph with this tag <p>
2. It's up to you how you write your dialogue, but I prefere a linespace, <p> between each of them.
3. Sepparate lines in songs and poems with this tag <br>
4. Sepparate change of chapter/change of sceene with <hr>

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He kissed her cheek and neck, resting his head in the crook of her neck for a few seconds before letting her go to pull out her chair. Then he poured her a glass of her dads home made cider, that she loved so much. The food was incredible. True any form for home cooked meal would be welcomed with open arms, but they both thought that Rose had outdone herself with this meal. This lead to both of them ending up feeling like they were about to burst. Simon tried his best to ignore that feeling as he got up and put on some music, before holding out his hand to her. - I know I promised you real dancing once the kids were out, but I hope you don't mind it being a slow dance. I'll be your dream I'll be your wish I'll be your fantasy. The song was old, how old she didn't know, could very much be from back at Earth-that-was. She didn't care though, the writers came and went, but songs were eternal. As long as they carried a message that still applied down the line, they would remain eternal. Simon slipped his arms around her waist and she rested her head on his shoulder as they started moving slowly with the songs rhytm.

He kissed her cheek and neck, resting his head in the crook of her neck for a few seconds before letting her go to pull out her chair. Then he poured her a glass of her dads home made cider, that she loved so much. The food was incredible. True any form for home cooked meal would be welcomed with open arms, but they both thought that Rose had outdone herself with this meal. <p> This lead to both of them ending up feeling like they were about to burst. Simon tried his best to ignore that feeling as he got up and put on some music, before holding out his hand to her. <p> - I know I promised you real dancing once the kids were out, but I hope you don't mind it being a slow dance. <p> I'll be your dream <br> I'll be your wish <br> I'll be your fantasy. <p> The song was old, how old she didn't know, could very much be from back at Earth-that-was. She didn't care though, the writers came and went, but songs were eternal. As long as they carried a message that still applied down the line, they would remain eternal. <p> Simon slipped his arms around her waist and she rested her head on his shoulder as they started moving slowly with the songs rhytm.