hoping that it will lead to me having a magic touch sometime

Forget me not

It’s been about a year since my last Miraculous Ladybug fanfic list. Given the fandom is three years old and season 2 is right around the corner (hopefully), I believe it’s time to relive and explore some of the best fanfics the fandom has to offer. By no means is this list comprehensive. Many fics aren’t on here. (I’m working on a list for newer fics, so stay tuned!)

Rainy Days by @thelastpilot (Not rated)
A storm rolls through Paris and refuses to let up, so when a water fearing cat is rescued by the kind efforts of his designing classmate he starts to pay a little closer attention to someone he should have always known better.

he’s not a siren by @miraculousturtle (Rated T)
Merman AU. Their meeting is orchestrated by fate, conducting them one at a time to step on the stage. With the flick of the baton, in time, they will sing the same song, but only if they aren’t swept away by the ocean’s mighty waves.

An Unexpected Surprise by @sweetprincessluck (Rated M)
Adrien Agreste. Age 26. A successful international supermodel, currently changing careers to a CEO of a fashion empire. Was born and raised in Paris, had moved to the USA 6 years ago, came back for a visit. Kind, handsome, lonely. Had experienced a lot, had seen even more. Had nothing left that could surprise him anymore.Except, maybe, this - a small, blonde girl, with emerald eyes and freckles scattered across the bridge of her nose – a splitting image of his mother Lillian Agreste, excluding, perhaps, the freckles.Her name was Emma. Emma Dupain-Cheng, to be exact.

Obsession by @kryallaorchid (Rated T)
Miraculous has unintended side effects. A chance encounter leaves Chat Noir in Marinette’s magic hands. Scritch and scratch, this kitty has needs. MariChat. 

Smoulder by @midnightstarlightwrites (Rated T)
In which Adrien loses a bet and becomes an underwear model, Marinette loses her mind, and the whole fiasco starts a fire which might lead to the pair discovering their identities.

Retrouvailles by @gigiree (Rated G)
There’s an art to telling stories. There’s an art to ending them. Just know that saying “the end” is just another way of saying it’s a new beginning. When she says goodbye, her luck is gone. His has just begun.Tattoo and Flowershop AU!

Over the Wall by @imthepunchlord (Rated G)
The accident, while unintentional, was costly. For her wrong doings against Chloe, Marinette is sent over the wall to die. But instead of death, she winds up in a strange, unnerving world. Good thing she’ll have a cat to watch her back in this bizarre place.

Chasing the C/h/atwalk by @runningoutofink (Rated T)
Paris. The city of lights, love and fashion. Follow the progress of Marinette Dupain Cheng as she enters the extremely competitive world of Reality television for a chance to be the winner of Project Runway: France.

Lucky Us by @geek-fashionista (Rated T)
-AU- Marinette Dupain-Cheng’s life isn’t going as planned: twenty-six, recently dumped, and running her parents’ bakery. The highlights of her day are the emails sent by her mysterious pen pal, Chat Noir. That is, until handsome model Adrien Agreste starts swinging by the bakery after hours. But how is he to know the Ladybug he loves is standing right in front of him?

Guardians by @wintermoth (Rated T)
In the year 2015, Marinette Dupain-Cheng said yes to Tikki, the kwami of Creation. Two days later, Adrien Agreste said yes to Plagg, the kwami of Destruction.For the first time in over a thousand years, the cat and the bug were starting fresh. (immortal AU)

Découvrir by @xiueryn (Rated M)
A decade apart and he still remembered her. Marinette contacts her childhood friend in hopes of rekindling their forgotten relationship despite him being a celebrity, only to assume him to be someone else entirely. AU.

Bare Necessities by @reyxa (Rated M)
Art School AU where Adrien is the nude model in Marinette’s human figure class. Major sin warning but it’s more awkward than sexy. Definitely not for little ears… or eyes I guess…

Serendipitous Fate by @skaylanphear (Rated M)
Adrien is excited to reveal his true identity, while Marinette is terrified. But Master Fu says they can’t afford to be distant any longer. Chat Noir and Ladybug are meant to work in tandem both in and out of uniform, their strength stemming from the bond created between them. Yet, teenagers are sometimes better at dancing blind than running with wide open eyes, even with the steps laid out before them.Steps in the path of an expanding world. Apart, they’ll flounder. But together, they might just stand a chance.

Tikki’s New Friend by @panda013 (Rated G)
The dog was easily the height of his chest, and the young woman walking it could have only come up to his shoulder. But she was just cheerfully walking along beside the dog, chatting and laughing happily with a redheaded young woman. The dog was a big black beast—he didn’t know the breed then, nor did he particularly care, but it whined pitifully when its equally dark-haired owner paused to read a street sign. She just giggled and reached out a hand to ruffle its fur, and the giant’s tail wagged happily.

heartstrings by @zenwisterias (Rated T)
one of marinette’s rare unlucky days turns into something treacherous. thanks to a certain cat, the real danger passes, but there are other things to be more afraid of. her heart, for example, might be one of them.

The Ladybugs and the Bees by @bullysquadess (Rated M)
This originally started as a fanfic about periods and just devolved into crack.

You Don’t Know Me by @ferisae (Rated T)
When Ladybug suffers a near-fatal accident and is presumed dead, it is up to Adrien - who has discovered Ladybug’s secret - to help her through her painstaking recovery and reacquaint her with herself. All this while trying to save Paris on his own without losing himself in the process.

Satisfaction Brought It Back by @siderealsandman (Rated E)
Most people rekindled friendships with people from high school over Facebook or Twitter. Most people met for coffee, shared pictures of their bratty children, and sent old friends Christmas letters once a year. Marinette was clearly not most people as she had somehow hooked up with her former high school crush on a bondage dating website and didn’t know it until he was standing in front of her with an identical look of bemused embarrassment plastered all over his pretty face.

A Werecat in London by @i-am-thornqueen (Rated M)
After an unfortunate encounter with an akuma while in London on a business trip, Chat Noir is forced to deal with the unexpected consequences. Can Ladybug help him return to his normal self, or will he be stuck for the rest of his life getting in touch with his wild side?

tangled ribbons by @demistories (Rated G)
Marinette is a small studio dancer who wins a scholarship to a summer long ballet intensive. Adrien is a famous ballet dancer who would rather be at home than at said intensive. The end of the summer will bring about a showcase that could make Marinette’s career, if she can ignore Chloé and focus on something other than Adrien.

The Space Between Us by @chassecroise (Rated T)
What’s a ladybug to do when her kitten becomes a cat?

Accident of the Evening by @thatwriterchickrachel (Rated T)
Adrien Agreste, rumoured royalty, just wants a normal life. But one night on the run he meets Marinette, a normal girl, with a normal life. Marinette can’t believe it. Her long-time celebrity crush had crashed into her life and was now hanging out with her and her friends in between his busy schedule.With the Annual Parisian Masquerade Ball approaching, and an announcement sure to change everything looming over them, the two young adults begin a friendship and a double life.

Emergence by @artisticflutter (Rated M)
They were only teenagers, but they are no more. Forced to awaken to new powers, both find themselves codependent on the other in order to survive and escape from their captors. They are Ladybug and Chat Noir - they are Marinette Dupain-Cheng and Adrien Agreste. Part One of a possible series.

The Lights that Lead Us Home by @oceanspray5 (Rated G)
Based on @piku-chan’s Cinderella AU on Tumblr. Marinette remains at the Palace to train as a noble and Adrien takes on more responsibilities as King. The wedding is planned for the Prince and his Princess and despite any outside meddling forces, goes off without a hitch.

Le Chat Noir by ParadiseAvenger (Rated E)
Le Chat Noir was the most popular strip club in Paris. Marinette could explain how she wound up there the first time, but she couldn’t explain how she kept coming back.

The Wingman Visits by @niuniente (Rated M)
When Chat Noir finds out Ladybug’s real identity as Marinette, he also discovers her huge crush for Adrien. As a gentleman he is Chat Noir offers to be a wingman between Marinette and Adrien, trying to get them together.

Sealed away by @ashesandhoney (Rated T)
Five years ago, Ladybug left Paris and left Chat Noir to learn how to keep it together on his own.Marinette is back in Paris with an internship at the Agreste Fashion house trying to get the spring show up and running and as much as Adrien appreciates having a friend at work, he’s distracted by Ladybug’s return and more Akuma attacks than either of them have faced before.Something big is coming and nothing can stay sealed away forever.

Cut from the Same Cloth by @baneismydragon (Rated T)
When Gabriel notices that Adrien is collecting various supplies from his office, he assumes that his son has finally decided to show an interest in the family business. However when he tries to show his support by showing up at a school presentation, things quickly spiral out of control and everyone learns more than they bargained for

Désolé by @pozolegirl (Rated G)
‘The Cat’s out of the Bag’ as Adrien would say, and now Marinette and Adrien must work through their emotions during this new reveal of identities, all while Hawkmoth is hot on their trail and not about to let them slip away from him, taking matters into his own hands.

Sing the Song of Sailing Sirens by @princessofharte (Rated T)
Adrien Agreste is the Pirate Lord of the High Seas, chasing a British flagship until Le Chat Noir is blown off course into a green storm.

This is not a complete list of the best fics in the fandom. Many of these authors have written multiple fanfics for this fandom and they are all amazing. Indeed, many of the fics on AO3 with the most hits, the most kudos, and the most comments were other fics not mentioned here but completed by many of these authors. Every work of fanfiction is amazing. If you want to help encourage writers to write more awesome fanfiction, please leave a comment on their works. It can be as short as “This is great!” Seriously. We live off validation.

It’s not narcissism if I add in my own fic here, right?

Was there anything I missed? Leave it in the reblogs and spread the word so that others–including myself–can read it!

Writing a Sunset: A Shitty How-to Manual for Writing Angst

Someone recently asked me the best way to write angst. Honestly, there is no best way. But I’ll do my darndest to explain what’s worked for me so far.

The best way to write angst is to write loss.

Now, I’ve seen this done so many ways before. I’ve seen death, I’ve seen destruction, I’ve seen cities burn and knives find their mark. With writers there’s an endless way to build and then knock down. Like lego bricks, you just have to find the best place to plant your foot for the entire structure to tumble down onto the carpet.

But my favorite kind of angst is actually something smaller. 

My favorite is what I call “Writing a Sunset”.

A character is created. Someone that we all know and love. They’re build from the bone to the skin to every lash and every smile line. We watch them learn and grow and sink and fall and tower and realize and live. And I, as the author, make sure to give you every detail of her life until you can look at the page and want to reach in and steal their hand in yours.

I also make sure that this character loves sunsets.

It’s the most important time of day for them. That time when the earth is still and silent. That time when the warmth begins its slow travel past a seemingly infinite horizon. Thick in it’s colors, it sinks below and drowns, and in its panic it sends out flares of reds and oranges and pinks that shoot across the sky, burning holes into the atmosphere and letting the stars breathe. 

And in that moment, when Orion is lounging against smothering blue and the tips of a nebula soak in the receding magma, this character owns their own world. All they have is the sky and all the sky has is itself and everything is perfect.

And it’s then that I make them blind. 

There is something to say about taking away what a character cherishes most. Because in the end our families and our smallest loves are what keep us together. We crave things, it’s true. And material possessions help to find their places in our lives. Losing a grandmothers necklace could be sad and misplacing a treasure map leading to adventure could be devastating.

But I always found it best to not take away what someone loves. But to take away access to it. To know that every day there’s a sunset waiting for them same as always but no longer can they seek it out. 

Don’t take away what someone loves.

Take away their hope of seeing it again.

If they’re a couple who want a child, take away that ability.

If he’s a dragon who needs to defend his keep, take away his fire.

If she’s a fairy who needs to fly, take away her wings.

But what I also find is that angst is not complete without hope. It’s pandoras box, really. And after sunsets, though it might seem dark, the dawn will eventually come.

And that’s where my favorite part comes in.

Taking away an ability doesn’t stop someone. It merely gives them a reason to try something else. And though it might seem bleak and hopeless, there’s always a chance. And that chance is sometimes the saddest and most joyful part of all.

When our character learns that by stretching their hands out and spreading their fingers like starfish to an aching sun, they can feel its first rays gliding though yearning fingers. Feel tears against their face and a smile stretching lines into permanence. Know that the darkness will always be there, but oh how the sunlight touches their skin… 

If they can’t have children, have them adopt.

If the dragon can’t breathe fire, have it befriend the blacksmith.

And if she can no longer fly, then run until the wind burns her face and scars her feet and she feels free again.

Writing a Sunset is my favorite kind of angst because it’s the one we can relate to most. The fear of losing what we don’t realize we love and the need to reach out and tell them it’ll be okay. Writing a Sunset means having the will to accept a fate you had no choice in, and finding a new way to see once more. 

Writing a Sunset reminds us all that sadness is real. But so is courage. And you can’t have one without the other.

Dear Argyle,

I hope you never need to find this note. I just need to know someone will understand when I’m gone, if I’m gone. It all started freshman year. 

A silver-haired girl was sitting alone in the middle of the quad, absently chewing a blade of grass. She looked high as a kite, and I was concerned. I had not yet learned what curiosity could lead to, so I walked closer, forgetting every whispered warning I had heard. I wasn’t even carrying anything iron.

“Freshie! Get over here!” It was Flower, the TA from my literature class, and she looked absolutely panicked.

“What’s wrong with–”

“Shut up,” she muttered. Her hand moved briefly in front of her face. Within seconds, her mood ring was back on her finger, but whatever she saw had horrified her, and she pulled me back into the building without saying another word. I caught sight of a form approximating a man in my peripheral vision, standing too close to the girl.

“What the hell was that?” I asked Flower as soon as we got inside. 

“Try not to worry about it, Ada,” she said. “I think he saw you taking an interest, but you might still be okay. They leave the scientists alone. You might not have attracted too much attention.”

“What are you talking about? What’s going on? I’ll ask her if you don’t tell me,” I said, like an idiot. I wasn’t nearly as scared as I should have been.

Flower closed her eyes. “I guess it’s better than letting you make it even worse… Bambi and I used to be best friends. A bunch of us, back in the day, used to be happy to be swept up in the revels. We were so naive back then.”

“Wait, so it’s all real?”

“Of course it’s all real,” Flower said, rolling her eyes. “We didn’t believe any of the darker stories at the time, of course. We thought they were just meant to spook us into staying in our dorms and doing our homework.”

“What were the revels even like?”

“Even if I had the words, I don’t quite have the memories, except for faded hints of what we did. We should have realized what a problem that was after the first time, but what we could remember was so intoxicating… We all danced, we all sang, but it was always Bambi they wanted to hear from the most. She had a knack for playing with poetry, turning Renaissance sonnets into mesmerizing songs. It sometimes seemed like the Gentry were only letting her leave so she could come back knowing more poetry, carrying more beauty to share with them. She was never quite careful enough- she loved knowing that her songs had the power to entrance these beings beyond her understanding. After a while, the rest started wondering if we should stop going, if it was really worth it, but Bambi wouldn’t be convinced. She thought we were just jealous, and maybe we were.”

She stopped for a minute. “One night, things got blurrier than usual. Her idiot of a boyfriend was there, I remember that. The kind of hometown moron who wasn’t going to pay attention to the rules. She brought him anyway. Bambi was careful not to say anything about it, but one of the Gentry had been hovering too close to her, and she might have wanted to make some kind of statement by waving a boyfriend in front of him, to say she was unavailable or just to provoke his jealousy or something. I don’t know for sure, but they sure as hell don’t work like humans, I don’t know why she tried it.” Flower sighed. 

“She disappeared that night. Her boyfriend somehow emerged unscathed, and the rest of us wondered if he had traded her name away for his own safety.”

“But she’s here–”

“I’m not finished. People started seeing a doe running around campus. They gave her a wide berth, since she wore an amethyst necklace inscribed with a Latin phrase from one of the poems she adapted. We knew for sure when her boyfriend died in a hunting accident, but no one said anything.”

“It could be a coincidence–” 

“Shut up. It wasn’t. A few months later, Bambi appeared. She wasn’t a changeling, but she was different, emptier. She gets like this sometimes. We all try not to notice when she starts zoning out and eating leaves, or when she disappears. It’s better that way. She’s been doing alright, but we still keep our distance. She has never taken the necklace off, and it says not to touch her. That’s why I had to stop you from getting too close. I don’t know what would have happened if you had.”

I wore an iron ring after that, and made sure to wear gloves when we handled anything containing silver in the lab. I didn’t want to see… 

People kept whispering about Bambi, kept giving her a wide berth. I’m sure you’ve heard about her. She graduated that year, and instantly became a professor of songwriting at EU. Whenever I went home, I would find articles about the mysterious winner of so many music awards, speculating about why she never left town. In the one picture the world has of her, her necklace is turned around to hide the writing on the gems, her eyes are downcast, and her silver hair looks otherworldly. It always stuns me that the general population hasn’t guessed that there is magic surrounding her. 

I’m supposed to be out of here by the end of the month, but I need an art credit to graduate. The only class available was Bambi’s. I should have waited another semester, but I got paranoid that the school was trying to trap me here. I made the wrong move.

I have been writing the most beautiful songs, dreaming dreams that I can’t remember, dreams that leave me feeling wild and exhilarated and fearful when I wake up. Yesterday, in class, Bambi looked at us, her once soft eyes unfeeling and vacant, and announced that attending and singing at an upcoming performance in an undetermined location was the only way to pass the class. Hopefully, it works out fine. After all, Flower and the rest of her friends made it out okay… but I’m not sure. I think I was seen.

If I don’t come back, please just tell my mom I ran away to be a singer. It’s close enough to the truth.

Your friend,

Ada Lovelace

This story was inspired by @charminglyantiquated‘s @elsewhereuniversity! Feel free to share!

- Grace Babcock © 2017

The night was laden with electricity, cracking over the asphalt. The air heavy and burning, still reeling with the screams of the dead as darkness encroached the world and their lives. The battle was still going strong, circle members littering the long walkways within the garden. Charred flowers were left in its wake, and Magnus couldn’t help but mourn the destruction of such beauty.

Still, he thought as his fingers sparked and the skies roared, there was no time to dwell on the concept of mortality. Raising his hands, he threw the approaching circle member, a man slowed by the arrow sticking out of his leg, against a low barricade, satisfied by the sound of breaking bones. Another arrow flew past him, the sound somehow loud despite the screams of pain all around him. Magnus knew that Alec wasn’t supposed to be here, having been assigned to the other shadowhunters within the building. A smile played at his lips when he imagined Alec’s glare as he listened to Imogen’s words, the ever present war of head against heart raging fiercely. It was clear which one had won this time.

Jace had been here too, a moment ago. Throwing a thankful nod in Magnus’ direction after they had briefly fought together. Jace’s words were still ringing in his ears, the boy standing in his loft with guilt ridden eyes. I know nothing I say will make this right. But I’m here if you need me, Magnus.

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Geoffrey's Granddaughter (Merlin X Reader)

(You are the Granddaughter of Geoffrey of Monmouth, Court Genealogist and the keeper of the Royal Library. You are a noblewoman. Lady (Y/N), who came to Camelot to follow Geoffrey’s footsteps as an apprentice. You were introduced by Geoffrey to Arthur and Merlin when Arthur was called by Uther to meet you in person.)

(Also I do not own the entire production of the Merlin series. or even bbc

You are on your horse, (Y/H/N), riding on a path that leads to Camelot. Your cloak hood hides you face. You were personally asked by your Grandfather, Geoffrey of Monmouth, Camelot’s royal Court Genealogist and Keeper of the Royal Library, to be his apprentice.

You are an orphan, your mother had passed away from childbirth and you father has recently died from sickness. You were living with your Aunt until one day you received a letter from Grandfather Geoffrey.

So you left the household of Monmouth and bid farewell to your Aunt and the servants that worked there. You always believed in equality between commoners and nobles that the servants were like a second family to you.

You only wished that you weren’t the only noble who believes in equality.

Finally, you reached to the lower town of Camelot and slowed Y/H/N by pulling gently on her/his reins and strut on the road, carefully passing through the busy crowd of working commoners and laughing children.

You suddenly pulled Y/H/N to stop when you spotted a dirty young boy, who was staring hungrily at a pile of apples that was place on a market stand. And judging by the state of the child, he seems to be a homeless orphan.

You got off of Y/N/H and went to the merchant.

“Four apples and two pears please.” You asked.

“That’ll be 5 gold pieces miss.” the merchant grumbled.

You gave him the money and grabbed a neatly piece of cloth from you satchel to wrap the fruits in.

You then walk to the hungry boy and kneel down to his height.

“Hello, what’s your name?” You asked.

“Allen.” He squeaked out. Clearly scared by you. You couldn’t blame him, an older stranger came to you and asked for your name seemed to be very intimidating for a child his age.

“Hello Allen, my name is Y/N is your mother or father around?”

“No.” He muttered.

“Where are they?”

“Dead.” He simply said.

I sighed. “Do you have a place to live?”

Fortunately he nodded. “With uncle Morty. But he’s barely at home.”


“He works hard. But sometimes we don’t have enough gold to buy food.”

You lift his head gently by his chin and look at him in the eyes. “Are you happy?”

“Sometimes, when uncle Morty comes back from work, we would play knights.”

“Do you want to become a knight when you grow up?”

“Yes, but I can’t.”

You frown playfully. “And why not?”

“Because I’m not brave enough.”

You thought for a moment and then sparked an idea and leaned closer to Allen.

“Can I tell you a secret?”


“You see my horse there?” You pointed at Y/N/H, who was standing behind you by a few meters the entire time.


“Well you see young Allen, his/her name is Y/N/H and he was actually a gift from a kind witch.” I whispered the last part by his ear.

“But magic is band from Camelot.” He said you covered his mouth and shush at him.

“I know.” You whispered. “That’s why I am asking you to keep it as a secret.”

He then nodded and you slowly put you hand away from his mouth.

“Do you want to know what makes Y/H/N so special?”

He nodded hesitantly.

“You see if you touch him his/her nose and doesn’t back up, it means you are brave enough to ride him.”

“And if he does back up?”

“Then. . we’ll see what’s happens, just don’t scream, It’ll scare him/her more.”

Allen gulped and stared at the horse with scared eyes. “Do you think I’m brave enough?”

You chuckled.“Young Allen, I have the privileged to meet a lot of brave men on my journey to Camelot. And I must say you have the eyes of courage to show all of Camelot and the kingdoms of the realm one day.”


“You just need to see that no matter how dark the world is, there is light, There will always be light. You just need to believe that you can find it.”

Allen then lifts his chin high and march gently to Y/H/N. He then stops midway and looks back at me.

I nodded and signalled him to continue.

He took a deep breath and then continues until he was in front of Y/H/N and carefully lift his hand and bows his head down. Fearing of what would happen.

Y/H/N then bows his/her head down to the child and pressed his/her nose to the boy’s trembling hand.

Allen opened his eyes in surprise nd looks up. He then smiled ad looks back at you.

“I did it! I did it Miss Y/N! I did it!” He said in enthusiasm.

You smiled. “Of course you did. I told you, you have the eyes of courage. You want to ride him/her?”

“Can I?” He asked.

“Mhmm. Here.” You lead Allen to Y/H/N’s side and lift him by the waist to settle him on the saddle and then mount up so that you are behind him. Allen is secure in between your arms and you asked him to hold the bag of fruits.

You made a noise with your mouth to signal Y/H/N to walk and asked where Allen lives.

(At The Castle)

“So Geoffrey has a granddaughter?” Merlin asked.

“Yes Merlin.” Arthur said in annoyance. “How many times do I have to tell you to make you understand with that pea brain of yours?”

“I’m just saying, Gaius has never mentioned anything about Geoffrey having a granddaughter. And that old man mentions a lot of things.”

“You know, now that you mentioned it. My father has never even mentioned about a Lady Y/N of Monmouth. Until now.”

“Maybe he had his reasons.” Merlin stated as he patted the Arthur’s bed clean.

“Probably.” Arthur muttered.

Suddenly there was knocking at the door.

“Enter.” Arthur called.

A castle guard opened the door. He bowed then rise. “My Lord.”

“What is it?”

“The King had asked me to inform you that Lady Y/N of Monmouth has arrived.”

Arthur and Merlin shared a look and then looks back at the servant.

“I’ll be there in a moment.”

Arthur and Merlin walked down the hall that leads to the Royal Library where King Uther had asked to meet.

“Wouldn’t be better if we meet the Lady of Monmouth in the Council Hall?” Merlin asked.

“Geoffrey personally asked my father if the Lady Y/N could visit the Library as soon as she reached to Camelot.”


“I don’t know Merlin, why don’t you asked the granddaughter of the Keeper of the Royal Library?” Arthur said sarcastically.

“Never mind.” Merlin muttered.

The two individuals reached to there the main doors of the Royal Library. Merlin opened the door and the two enter.

They immediately found King Uther, Geoffrey, Morgana and two men from the council, talking to each other in hushed voices around Geoffrey’s study desk.

Merlin spotted Gaius at the end of the table and frowned. It was unusual for Gaius to be here when in the early morning he mentioned that he was gonna have a busy day.

“Father.” Arthur greeted Uther.

“Arthur, so nice for you to come.”

“Well I don’t exactly have a choice do I?” Arthur joked.

“Yes well,” Geoffrey started. “Prince Arthur I do hope you know why you are here.”

“Of course Geoffrey.” Arthur said. “Where is Lady Y/N?” He asked kindly.

“She is just browsing around the library. She was hoping to find a book that’s based on a certain level of herbalism.” Geoffrey then turns to one of the sections o the library.

“Is she a herbalist?” Merlin thought but accidently said it out loud.

“Don’t be foolish Merlin.” Arthur said in a annoyed voice. “She’s a Lady of course she isn’t.”

“Actually,” Gaius said. “My Lord, the Lady Y/N was actually hoping if there is a herbalist in Camelot so that she would learn more about healing.”

Merlin looked a little smug whilst Arthur seemed a bit shocked.

“Is there a reason why she would want to know how?” Arthur asked after he awkwardly coughed, trying to loosen up the air.

“As a matter of fact yes.” Uther said with a small frown showing. “She wanted to prepare if Camelot were ever to be in a worse condition.”

Smart. Merlin thought.

“Where is that girl?” Geoffrey muttered to himself. “Y/N! Y/N!”

Suddenly a figure came out from behind of one of the bookshelves. Head down with a book in hands.

Merlin, Arthur and practically everyone in the reading area spotted the figure and knew right away that it was you.

You then pulled your eyes away from the page that your were reading and saw a couple of gentlemen.

Merlin and Arthur couldn’t help but stare at the you with their eyes wide with shock. Merlin had his mouth slightly opened as Arthur let out a small breathy gasp. Both enchanted by your beauty.

Your S/C reflects perfectly by the light from the sun beam from the windows. Your eyes sparkled with glee as you smiled shyly at the new arrivals.

You then deducted that the blond one was Prince Arthur, since his attire was more formal than the dark haired one. Although you couldn’t deny. The dark hair one was more dashing than the Prince. No matter how ordinary his clothes were.

“Y/N!” Geoffrey said with a smile on his face. “There you are, I thought that you might’ve been lost.”

You chuckled and bookmarked the page that you were reading with your finger as you walk to stand next to Geoffrey.

“Sire,” Geoffrey began. “May I introduce to you my granddaughter. Y/N.”

You smiled and did a curtsy. “My lord.” You raise.

“How quaint it is to finally meet you.” You said in a gentle voice and smiled at the charming prince.

“P-Please, the pleasure is mine.“ Arthur said after remembering why he came to the library.

He took your hand, that wasn’t holding the book, and look you straight in the eyes.

“It is my honor to formerly welcome you to Camelot, my Lady.” He then kissed your hand and you gave him a sweet smile.

“How kind of you.” You said then look behind the Prince to see the dark hair gentlemen.

“And who is this?” You asked.

Arthur turned and looks back at you.

“No one of importance.” He smiled.

“I don’t believe that.” You say casually.

Arthur frowned. “You don’t?”

“You don’t?” Uther repeated.

“You don’t?” The dark hair gentlemen said.

You shook your head no and smiled kindly. “I don’t. I believe that everyone in the kingdom, may they be noble or commoner, has a important role in their own special way. How else will Camelot can cope without the hard work of the commoners? Or without the order and sacrifices from the nobles and the council?”

Uther and Arthur looks at you with surprise, while Morgana looks at you with admiration along with Merlin and Gaius.

“So may I asked?” You said as you smoothly walk around Arthur to stand in front of the dark haired young man behind him.

“What is your name?”

He coughs a bit then answered. “Merlin. My Lady.”

“Merlin.” You muttered. “What an unusual name. Yet unique.”

He smiled awkwardly. “My mother picked it.”

You smiled sweetly at him. In all your years, you have a way to see the light and goodness in people.

And just as you told Allen, the young boy you met earlier who you gave the bag of fruit to.

There will always be light, you just need to believe that you can find it.

Someone then coughs and you turn to see your grandfather Geoffrey walking towards you and place his hands on your shoulders.

“My child, I believe it’s time that we catch up on the years I’ve missed. Now tell me how is…”

Geoffrey leads you to somewhere in the library. And you couldn’t help but sneak a glance to Merlin. Who was smiling kindly and you smiled back and turn your attention to Geoffrey.

Arthur, who was still confused about why would on earth would you speak to Merlin as if he was your equal, frowned and turned to Merlin. Who quickly flashed an innocent smile.

Arthur rolled his eyes and then signals him to follow as he marched out of the room.

This is will be interesting. The Lady Morgana thought smugly.

Christmas with the Malfoys

Notice: this is a long piece of writing, will take a while to read lmao!

Originally posted by freshprincesubs

Originally posted by bowties-are-yellow

You take Draco’s hand after he pulls your luggage off of the Hogwarts Express as the two of you look around at the sea of faces until you finally find Narcissa’s.

Draco’s parents had offered to let you stay at their house over the holidays because yours were visiting your brother in Sweden - he was staying there for a while before moving on to Egypt, where he’ll train dragons. Your parents were hesitant about leaving you, but considering you were nearly seventeen, they said the choice was yours between staying with Draco or at Hogwarts. Of course you chose Draco.

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blindbae  asked:

“May I have this dance?” Omg Noctis :O Like what we talked about the other night xD <3

FINALLY! Kept changing a few things. Damn inspiration or whateves. :D

Word count: 3,271 Warnings<?>: JEALOUS NOCTIS, possessive Noctis, rough sex.

Also a few cameos and hints at things that I like the idea of. Like Cor and Talcott being related. Wonder if everyone will pick up on the little things. hehe

Tagging: @themissimmortal @stunninglyignis @stephicness @neko-otaku13 @insomniacapples @cactwerk @laili2104 @mistressoli @miss-scientia @misssarahdoll @major-artery @sylleblossompetals @lupanaoflaminar @gudetamazing @nifwrites

“May I have this dance?” A ambassador asked her again it was at least the fifth dance she has been apart of since the start of this gala event.

Not once has she danced with her husband, the King of Insomnia Noctis Lucis Caelum the Savior, the one to end the Starscourge and live to tell the tale. The gala was to celebrate the first birthday of the heir to the throne, Iskra the little one was finally making her first birthday and this was a formal party for her. Of course the “star” of the party had gone to bed hours ago but all the adults were still up and going because this really was just a party of pleasure.

Expect Noctis was not having any pleasure at all.

In fact he was feeling, rage, jealously and a headache brewing. Every time he went to approach his beautiful wife and queen someone would either get to her first and ask for a dance or someone would come up to him to talk about the recent rebuilding of the Regis University Building. It was getting on his nerves seeing that beautiful dress hug her perfect form while other men had their hands on her, some were proper holding them practically a foot from her body.

BUT there were others that had their hands practically all over her, from her hips to her sides to her shoulders. It was becoming too much for Noctis to handle things just kept getting in his way to you and he was trying to be civil and adult about it but the little green monster that appeared on his shoulder was taking on a the size of Gladiolus very quickly.

“Hey Noct, smile!” Prompto shouted as he came over to his best friend, his lovely wife standing beside him eying the crowd a smirk on her face as she spotted the Queen.

Prompto was holding his trusty camera right in front of Noctis, there as no way he could even fake a smile at the moment. He wanted to take the newly appointed representative of Lestallum and beat him over the head with a engine blade as his hands traveled low down on your hips. Noctis bit his tongue turning dangerously jealous blue eyes towards the smiling shutterbug.

“Not now Prom.” Noctis said pushing him away some, moving towards the throne where his wine was sitting he needed a drink.

“But it’s for the paper!” Prompto said rushing over to his friend who was downing the wine rather quickly.

“Prompto I don’t care who it is for, okay? I am not in the mood for anything.” Noctis growled as his purple tinged eyes focused on his loving wife.


“You know your daughter will grow up to be a lovely bride to be you know that? I have a son just a year older…” A member of the council from a newly reformed Nifelheim had said as his hands pressed to your sides making you loose your breath a bit, this was starting to get too much and where was Noctis in all of this?

“That is nothing I want to be talking about right now.” You replied looking towards the throne where you found your husband who was talking to Prompto.

Prompto was snapping photos of him Noctis was no happy you could tell it by the look on his face and that face was so pouty right now you really wanted to kiss it until he smiled.

“Well it’s the best time to do that arranged marriages generally happen by the time the daughter reaches two, consider me a go getter if you will my Queen.” He spoke again the leering tone in his voice strong.

“Ah no that is something that my husband the King will be dealing with and I will assist him in it but honestly I am not all that big on arranged marriages.” You answered him as the song ended, pulling away quickly, you wanted to see your husband.

“My Majesty this dance please!” Talcott Hester had asked of you, looking down at you charmingly with those large brown eyes.

You couldn’t resist Talcott he had rescued Noctis when he had emerged from the Crystal and had been such a great help ever since. Plus he was so sweet. Nodding you started the next song with him, he was really polite where he held his hands looking a bit shy as he realized that a hand needed to go to your waist. Nervously clearing his throat gingerly placed a hand there barely touching the dress itself.

“It was nice of you to invite me to the party, not really royalty or anything.” Talcott said giving you a broad smile, perfect white teeth flashing adoringly.

“Oh of course Talcott all the nice things you’ve done since Iskra has been born and beforehand really, I would have to be foolish not to involve you and your Uncle.” You said as you spotted Cor Leonis conversing with a unknown female.

“I saw how they were treating you earlier, you know? I don’t really know how to dance beyond this little two step.” Talcott replied as you had noticed he was only shuffling his feet awkwardly.

“They were just being drunk nobles.” You said with a sigh.

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Reid to Me

Summary: Reid x Reader. The Reader is a writer, who struggles to find the right words. But after a rough case, those words are all he wants to hear.

Author’s Note: This is my piece for @passionate-hedgehog‘s fic exchange! I was so excited when I saw I was lucky enough to be given the incredible, lovely, and ever-kind @reiding-and-writing, who gave me a lot of free reign in terms of plot. So here you are, dear! I hope you like it!

Words are all she has sometimes. Not that she minds, her whole world is constructed in syllables and letters, series of meanings strung together. Language is something she is especially grateful for when Spencer is away. Phone calls and text messages are the best forms of communication when he’s out in the field. Those words are her lifeline, letting her know that he’s okay, that he’s thinking of her, that he’ll be home soon. Sometimes she’ll slip handwritten notes into his bag, and he will tuck cards into random places around their apartment for her to find. It warms her heart each time she opens a drawer or turns the corner only to discover a piece of paper covered in his messy scribbling.

She has always been a writer, a teller of stories and chronicler of tales. It hasn’t always been easy. Copywriting, freelancing, editing. More often than not, her work has been putting words into someone else’s mouth for them. After months and months of rejection letters however, she finally received her first acceptance a month ago. Her own novel will soon be published, a work of her own to grace the shelves of bookstores and libraries. It’s her biggest accomplishment, but at times it’s hard to feel proud when her boyfriend quite literally saves lives for a living.

Today is one of those days. All morning and all afternoon she has spent at her desk. Occasionally taking a break to pace the living room or grab coffee and a pastry from the café below them. She sits, she waits. The right words do not come. They are elusive, just out of reach, taunting her. So close and yet so far. With Spencer gone, it’s lonely to be in the apartment. A perpetual state of waiting and wondering and hoping for time to pass quickly. For the return of the things she loves most. Her words. Her love. Her confidence in her own abilities.

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Music Series: Move Together

I’m trying something new. Short Harry Stories (is this a drabble? one shot? still not real familiar with the terminology) based on songs/lyrics. I thought it would be fun to try and see if anyone liked them.

This first one is based off the James Bay song, Move Together. All of the music series stories I will post will be from my own personal interpretation of the lyrics. If you have songs you would like for me to write stories for, please submit your ideas to me and I’ll be happy to give it a shot, and I apologize if I interpret the lyrics differently than you do, but that’s the magic of lyric interpretation, I suppose.

Link to this song on one of my Spotify playlists called Rainy Saturday Morning: https://open.spotify.com/track/0GDQXt7qRJIDDUmcufomrU

Also, if you’ve not seen it yet, I’ve posted Part Three of For the Love of Harry. The link is on my masterlist page.

Let me know what you think! xo


Home now, end of the night

It’s colder to turn on your side

“I understand that, love,” Harry argues. “But you need to work with me on this. This is my career! You knew how things were sometimes when we got together.”

“I know, Harry,” you say, feeling defeated already. “But I have a career, too! The only time we seem to even be in the same room lately is for a couple of hours while we’re both sleeping in bed. I miss you!”

And I know you’re up in two hours

But we didn’t get tonight, we don’t have tomorrow, so don’t ruin now.

“I miss you, too,” he replies. “I do, love, truly. But I don’t know what to tell you. My schedule is crazy right now. It’ll die down again after awhile.”

“You missed my art opening!” you nearly yell. “You’ve known about it for 3 months, Harry! This was big for me, and you told me over and over again that you would be there, and you weren’t!”

“I’m sorry!” he pleads. “I am.”

How we gonna move together? Just come closer

If we don’t move together, just come closer

How we gonna breathe? How we gonna be together?

Just keeping the peace between the sheets

“Please, love,” Harry begs, knowing neither of you are angry at the other, only upset at the situation that seems to plague your relationship lately. “You’ve only a bit of time left before you have work. I’d really love to lay in bed with you and hold you for awhile. Please?”

And I creep in, and everything’s loud

I’m sorry, I’ve woken you now

And we’ll argue the tiniest thing

But we didn’t get tonight, we don’t have tomorrow

So I’m done whispering, done whispering.

Harry walks slowly to where you stand leaning against the kitchen counter in your tank and shorts you sleep in. He approaches you cautiously before lifting his arms to hold you and kiss you sweetly. He reaches his hand to your jaw, kissing you once again, as you look each other in the eyes, both with sad, tired expressions. You lay your face against his chest as you feel him comfort you, rubbing your neck softly, light kisses from his lips to your head.

“I’m scared, Harry,” you say quietly. “I feel like I’m losing you lately.” You feel his arms wrap tightly around you.

“Never, love,” he says as he caresses your hair. “Never. We just need to learn to hold things together better, baby. We can’t let it get bad between us, no matter how frustrated we get. We both have to learn to compromise and remember why we’re together in the first place, right? We love each other. We can’t let our busy lives take what we have together. We just have to remember, when we’re angry, or lonely, or frustrated, we need to let go of our anger and fears, and just love each other, support each other. We’ll get through this, love, I promise. Our work won’t be like this always.”

So maybe don’t give me cold, cold shoulder

Before you go, turn around, let me hold you

And let me say in the dark of the morning

Just one more thing.

“Come on, now,” Harry says softly, as he pulls away from you slightly, taking your hand and leading you back to the bedroom, where you both climb into the bed, Harry lifting the sheets over you both. “Come closer, baby. I need to hold you. I think both of us can push back our schedules a bit in the morning, can’t we?”

How we gonna move together? Just come closer

If we don’t move together, come closer

How we gonna breathe? How we gonna be together?

Harry holds you tightly to him as you both fall asleep. In a couple of hours, you get up to get ready for work, leaving a sleeping Harry in the bed. When he wakes, the sun streaming through the window into his eyes, he lays his arm across the bed, feeling the cold mattress where you had been only a few hours before. He sighed deeply, readied for work, then went about his day. He knew he probably wouldn’t see you again until after his work finished in the studio that night, which lately had been after 1 or 2 in the morning.

As he finished something they had been stuck on for a while in the studio, Harry rubbed his eyes and yawned. He looked up at the ceiling then through the glass windows of the studio wall, and saw you standing on the other side of the glass. You never came to the studio anymore, which caused an immediate concern.

“Give me a few, will you?” he asked of the people he had been working with. He walked to the door, opened it, and let it close behind him, looking at you. “Hey, you alright? What’s wrong?”

He sees you smile sweetly. “Nothing wrong. Was just hoping, maybe, you would have a few minutes sometime to sit and eat a little bite with me?” He looked at your feet at the basket you had brought, filled with a few of his favorite foods and drinks. “If you’re busy, I can wait. I don’t mind.”

He touches your cheek with his hand, gently caressing your soft skin, then kisses your lips more lovingly than you had remembered him kissing you in weeks. Harry pressed his forehead against yours with eyes closed and whispered, “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” you whisper back.

Just keeping the peace, just keeping the peace

Just keeping the peace between these sheets.

Pancake kisses and steamy showers (MC X Jumin Han) pt. 2

Fandom: Mystic Messenger
Pairing: Jumin/MC -you
Rating: Smut -> leading to Fluff~
Summary: After the shower come the silky sheets~

Authors note: So here is part 2~ it was only a fluff and then it became a SMUT. Hope you like it! ◟(◔ั₀◔ั )◞ ༘♡

I felt his warm, wet body against me, my legs automatically enveloped his waist. He held me strongly, as though at any moment I could escape from his grasp. With a soft sigh, he then whispered in my ear: “What if I make some other part of you wet?” The sudden bold words he whispered to me in such a raspy voice, made me shiver and unconsciously I let out a small mewl. I felt how he chuckled against me and in an instant he turned off the water from the shower he put me down, once more he gazed at my leg and once he was sure it was alright he picked me up bridal style. He picked me up with such ease and in such a swift motion, I was barely able to hold onto him. I saw that he carried me to our bedroom and behind us we left a trail of water. He hummed slightly which made me look up at him and I noticed, that feral look that he sometimes gave off. 

The protective hold on me, those darkened eyes and that slight smirk. He craved me and he knew he could have me, since I too wanted him. I nuzzled onto his chest and tried to calm down. If after being with him for so long, gave me any idea to what was going to happen in the next moments – I would probably have difficulties in walking tomorrow.

As though on cue – he laid me down, as gently and as carefully as he could. “My sweet, sweet princess, why don’t I help you out of those rags and put something more princess worthy on you?”


I gave him no reply, I just looked at him with a baffled look on my face. Wasn’t he…weren’t we…what exactly was he planning?

He chuckled bent down and gave me a peck on the nose. “Wait here, obey me and you shall be rewarded, princess.” As though his eyes told me to – I nodded.

He pated my head and swiftly left the room. Though I did not seem as if even a moment has passed he was back. He took my wrist and pulled me up. “Now, close your eyes.” On command I closed them and felt fabric being tied around my head. Some might feel fear, when losing control and being lead. But this was exactly why making love to Jumin was wonderful. Him leading, taking control – as though he needed this outlet to let me know how much he loved and needed me. Also on occasion I noticed that only by making love to me, he could control his emotions, he could let loose, be free and let go of his deepest desires.

By seeing him like that, by experiencing something so magical; when someone needs and wants you so badly, when you melt into one and your world becomes much brighter. I never knew I could ever love him more. But I do.

So I relaxed and let him guide me. My world was pitch black because of the fabric around my eyes, I felt his fingers travel down my neck, painfully slowly, and then they came up to a halt to my shoulders. I heard him move on the silken sheets and I felt him get closer to me. Suddenly, I felt his breath on my neck. Warm breath and gentle fingers, was all I felt. It was exhilarating; not knowing what would happen next – having complete trust towards someone. I felt my body being slowly pushed to the bed. I felt his body hovering above me. Moments passed and all I heard was him breathing rigidly.

“May I feel?”

By that I did not know what he meant, but by having my complete trust, I simply let out a small yes.

A hand, cupped my cheek, he lowered himself towards me and his lips started to kiss me. First my cheek, then the tip of my nose. He then moved to my ears and nibbled on the earlobe. “May I touch?” He whispered. By then I was slowly losing control over my mind and just replied with a yes.

His fingers traveled down my body while removing the remaining wet clothing from before.

Careful touches explored my naked and soaked body, oh so sweetly he started to kiss every inch on my body. So desperately he clung on to me. I felt my desires grow, his want, fueled my want. His lips, ah his wonderful lips found their rightful place on my own.

Like a greedy child, I opened my mouth to his tongue and he immediately dipped inside. Sweet kisses were exchanges, he was now laying on me, grabbing me, touching me. “I need to feel you, closer, deeper, may I?” A soft “ah” followed by a nod, I gave him my permission, quickly his hand traveled to my heat and he started to play with me. My body moved on its own, I shook, yelped and felt how his fingers were clenched by my sex. I wanted him. Him. Jumin. My hands which were before trying to find something, anything to hold on to, were now searching for him, to make him feel good. I begged. “Please, let me make you feel good.” His fingers stopped moving, he led them to my mouth and ordered “Lick yourself clean, then you may lick me clean.” My whole body tingled, his deep voice, ordering me. I knew at that moment, that his dominant side was on. My sex missed his touch and his voice, the presence I felt – his hot radiating body, made me weaker. Just imagining him, having that look – those hazed dark eyes – filled with lust, his lips swollen from him biting on them too hard. He always tried to control himself by biting them. It was alluring and I craved to see him like that.

I obediently licked his fingers, I almost ate it up, and it was erotic tasting myself on his fingers. As I licked and nibbled on them, I felt him shiver and intake a deep breath. Then I stopped. “I want you in my mouth.”

He let out a deep growl, pushed me up on all fours. “Are you ready, naughty girl?” A voice so dominant, so filled with dark intentions, would scare someone, but I was turned on, I knew what he was going to do. He was my Jumin – because even in such a position he asked. He always did.

“Please, do me in my mouth.” He pulled down my blindfold and I finally saw him. I looked up and I saw him in his blissful form, naked standing above me, and his cock in front of my face. A slight sheen of sweat was covering his body and he breathed heavily.

Leaning closer, so that the tip of his cock was almost touching me, he growled out “Suck princess, suck and show me how much you want me.”

I took him in my hand stroked it a couple of times and I could feel him twitch under my touch, I licked the tip of him tasting his pre-cum and swallowing it all. My tongue was licking his tip in circular motion all the while I pumped him with my hand, I then started to bob my head and suck on him. It all turned me on too much and I felt myself getting wetter. I wanted to touch myself but he grabbed my head and started to push himself deeper in my mouth, his hips moved in a steady motion and he was careful not to hurt or choke me.

He yelled out my name, many swear words and as I felt that he was close – I prepared myself for that. But he pulled out, pushed me on the bed, went on his knees and pulled me closer. He then spread my legs and started to lick me.

He was hungry, he licked me out so ravenously, so hungrily. His hands held on to my thighs, he suckled on me and I could hardly hold on anymore, I knew I was on the brink of my orgasm.

Though again – he stopped and I let out sound of disapproval. Slightly chuckling, he stood up, positioned my legs on his shoulders and without a warning – well he smiled at me with his demon smile and pushed right into me.

Hitting hard and steady, he started to thrust himself deep inside of me.

I screamed out his name, he screamed mine. My hands searching to touch him, finally felt his chest under there was his heart – beating fast. Beating for me.

Sloppy kisses were exchanged, though many things I cannot recall anymore – for it was all so blissful.

I know of his touch, the feel of his skin, the smell of each other in the room, sweaty foreheads leaning against each other, hungry touches being exchanges, and the whiteness after we both came. How lucky one is when after you see the smiling face of your treasured beloved.

And after all of that loving, sweet kisses and cuddling moments.

“I love you, my sweet princess” he would say, as he was hugging me from behind, kissing the “pain” away “And I love you, my honorable prince.”

Another kiss and then two growls from our stomachs were heard and we started to laugh.

“I think another batch of pancakes is in order.”

a little brighter. deancas. (ao3)

for @aliashadowblade!

prompt: destiel + cuteness

Dean found the dusty old decorations back in September and had been fantasizing about Christmas ever since.

He had a whole grand plan and everything. He was going to get everyone gifts and stash them away in his closet. He was going to wait until everyone went to sleep on Christmas Eve and sneakily pull the boxes out of storage. He was going set everything up and put the presents under the tree and wait impatiently for everyone to wake up. It was going to be a surprise. It was going to be awesome.

What actually happens is that he gets caught up in one hunt after another, and in the process, he completely forgets to pick up a single present. On top of that, their latest job runs long and has them returning to the bunker just after midnight on Christmas Day.

Sam and Mary head off to bed, but Dean finds that even as exhausted as he is, he can’t seem to fall asleep. He lies in bed for a long time, staring at his ceiling, until he finally makes a decision. He sets his alarm for the ungodly hour of 5:00 a.m. and texts Cas, Hey listen I know you’re probably busy but it’s Christmas and it’d be cool if you could make it. It’s only then that he’s able to roll over and go to sleep.

Dean groans when his alarm goes off, but after reading the text waiting for him once he blinks the sleep out of his eyes – I’m not too busy for Christmas. – he manages to drag himself out of bed.

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As always, you get what you ask for, big sis



Amelia couldn’t really remember how it started, or why it started, but before she knew it, trading love songs with Tsubame had become a near daily occurrence. In every performance they had, together or apart, they would squeeze in the sappiest love song they could find, and it quickly became something she looked forward to.

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The Healer’s Heart - (f!Hawke x Anders)

Aha! I thing! And a not bad thing! And it’s a thing that could become A THING if I feel like putting anything into it. I could see it being a slow burn with some Varric lovin’ throw in. But who knows.

Rating: Teen

Words: 2,465

Warnings: blood

Summary: Stasia Hawke has found herself in need of a healer.

Stasia took a deep stabilizing breath and knocked upon the lantern-lit door on the edge of Darktown. She pressed the bunched up robes to the gash on her left thigh and tried not to think about her throbbing right arm where it hung uselessly at her side. It was bad enough that Anders would berate her this time for sure.

She’d already been to the clinic six times this week, but always as a bit of a joke. She came in with bruises and skinned knees claiming she needed expert healing. Anders’ lovely mouth twisted into a knowing smirk as she asked him ridiculous questions: ‘How serious is it, healer? Am I going to die? I think I’m bleeding out!’ He usually played along too: ‘Oh, this looks bad. I’ll need to amputate for sure.’ Sometimes she believed the lovely blonde man was seeing right through her. Stasia visited often just to see him. Scrapes were her thin guise as she bid for his well sought after attention. Anders was patient with her and he made the time, even if all she got was a quick touch of healing magic and a warm smile. It was worth it for the precious minutes she could steal. “Take care, Hawke,” he would murmur to her every time, turning away to tend to a needier patient. He made her warm. And she just never got tired of hearing those three simple words. But she needed more. More time to talk, more time with him. So she made her visits more frequent, more colloquial.

But Stasia was here in the middle of the night now, with a dislocated shoulder and a scrap of fabric wrapped around her leg as a makeshift tourniquet. The fun and games had come to a halting end. If Anders wasn’t in tonight, she’d probably die.

She knocked again and leaned heavily on the door frame. Please be here. Please help me. And when she was starting to feel she would collapse, the door cracked open.

“Hello? Hawke?!” Anders pulled the door wide and caught Stasia as she swayed forward on her bad leg.

“Help,” she said feebly as pain lanced up her entire left side when she moved.


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pining fic rec (21 fics)

here is a quick little fic rec of some of my favorite fics with pining!! i hope y’all like them, and as always drop by my ask with requests!  💖

❉ - means you need an ao3 account to read!

Searching For The Cure (We Found Us) by itsprobablylarry (30k)

“So you woke up as a frog,” Louis considers out loud. “What if you’re like that princess that turns into a swan during the day but is a human between sunset and sunrise?”

Harry just blinks at him, clearly unimpressed.

(Basically: Louis doesn’t quite know how to handle the fact that his best friend/roommate wakes up as a frog.)

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Beauty and the Beast (4)

I hope you’re all enjoying this fic, sorry that I’ve been slower to update than usual. I’m working on two fics on AO3 and working on some other projects so it’s been a little hectic :) Thank you all for your patience. Previous chapters are listed here: 1 2 3


His prisoner sat across from him, his eyes wild about the table. Baz could tell Simon was hungry; it was depressing to realize that was the only reason he was there. Still, he was there and Baz had to attempt to make a good impression if he wanted any hope of breaking the curse.

Niall was leading the trays into the room and helping Dev carry the plates onto the table. Normally Baz would have served himself but tonight he was trying to come off as the prince he was supposed to be. Manners had not been something he’d had to consider for many years but he needed to make an effort now to call upon them. Simon looked jumpy and restless. Given Simon’s nervousness, the last thing Baz needed to do was act like the beast he appeared to be. 

“You know, we usually sing for Baz during dinner,” Niall said.

“That is a lie,” Baz said.

Dev shook his head.

“Mr. Snow, please do not listen to my friend here, we are not the singing type.”

Simon smiled at the two of them, obviously amused by the bickering. It wasn’t a big smile and it wasn’t like he had perfectly white teeth or anything like that, yet Baz felt a surge of admiration just the same. This new sensation was troubling for him; in fact, his natural inclination would have been to resist it. But with time running out and a household of people depending on him, he couldn’t really set his feelings aside.

“I hope you enjoy the food here,” Baz said.

Simon’s eyes widened.

“Oh, uh yes. I’m sure I will.”

The table was set and ready for them to eat. Baz felt hesitant. He knew his fangs had already been made obvious to Simon but eating was always a ghastly affair for him. His fangs didn’t end cutely at the tip of his bottom lip like they might on a cat. For Baz, his fangs were long and terrifying, a feature that increased in severity during mealtimes. He was about to apologize in advance for what was going to be an animalistic display when he noticed that Simon had wasted no time getting into the food. Simon’s plate had been overloaded with meat and potatoes and his mouth looked as if it had an entire serving shoved inside it.

Baz frowned. In his fantasies he’d always imagined falling for a man of grace. If Simon Snow were indeed the one for him, then he certainly wasn’t going to get his fantasy.

“I suppose I’ve been away from the village for a long time,” Baz murmured.

“What do you mean?” Simon asked.

“I’ve just never seen someone eat like you do.”

Simon’s face went red. After the embarrassment passed, his mouth turned down into a scowl.

“Who are you to judge?”

Baz flinched as he realized Simon was referring to the grotesque length his fangs had reached. He could feel the points touching the center of his chin. He supposed it was a fair comeback, but it still stung.

“Yes, it’s funny isn’t it? A monster like me somehow has better table manners than a gentleman like yourself.”

Simon looked down at his food, his expression indicating that he was deciding whether or not the food was worth weathering the company. 

“I thought we might try to be civil to one another,” Simon mumbled, “We are going to be spending a lot of time together.”

Baz sighed.

“You’re right. It’s just that I’m not used to having company, especially company like you.”

“Uncultured, you mean?” Simon asked.

“No, authentic.”

Simon raised his eyebrows.

“Are you complimenting me?”

Baz rolled his eyes.

“Barely. I still think you eat like a pig.”

Simon laughed. The sound was strange to hear for Baz. He hadn’t heard anyone laugh in earnest at the castle in a very long time. For some strange reason it reminded Baz of his mother. Although certainly more serious than Simon seemed to be, she also laughed at the oddest of times. The effect of the sound went beyond just Baz. He could sense the energy in his friends lifting, the buzz of elation slowly spreading throughout the room. Perhaps Simon really was changing things for the better.

“Still,” Simon interrupted, “I’m not sure authentic is really the right word to describe me. You barely know me.”

“I have a feeling that won’t be true for long,” Baz said.

“I’ve let a lot of people down by signing up for this,” Simon said, gesturing to the castle with his hand.

“How so?”

Simon sighed.

“I’m the most powerful mage of my time. I’m supposed to be protecting everyone. Not dining in strange castles under even stranger circumstances.”

Baz frowned.

“Protect them from what?”

Simon bit his lip.

“I’m not really sure. The prophecies say that something evil is coming, something that wants to keep magic for itself. I’m the only one that can stop it.”

Baz glanced at the food on the corner of Simon’s mouth and the utter disarray of his plate. 

“Okay, I get it. I don’t look like it, but I promise I’m the Chosen One.”

Baz smiled mockingly.

“The Chosen One, isn’t that a tired phrase?”

“I didn’t choose it,” Simon muttered, obviously annoyed.

Baz could feel the walls coming down in the conversation. Simon didn’t want to go into further detail about his past and Baz didn’t want to get further into Simon. He felt nervy and exhausted by the short bit of conversation they’d already had. All in all, Baz considered it to be a mild success. He didn’t feel like pushing his luck any further for the evening.

He stood up quickly to excuse himself. His standing up seemed to startle Simon, causing him grab at his side. The movement seemed strange until Baz remembered that Simon kept a sword there sometimes. Hurt flashed across his face before he could control it as he realized Simon had reacted out of fear. Fear of him, the Beast. He watched as Simon read Baz’s emotions right off of his face.

“I-I’m sorry. It was instinctual. I’m actually very jumpy,” Simon said.

Baz put up a hand to stop Simon’s apology. 

“It’s fine. I know how unpleasant I can be.”

Simon stood up.

“That isn’t what I meant, I only meant that I-“

“Goodnight Simon,” Baz said, cutting him off.

As he walked out of the room Simon put a hand out to stop him. For a moment Simon’s warm hand gripped Baz’s arm. The sensation felt pleasant, the first touch from a human that Baz had received in a very long time. But it was a touch out of guilt and pity; that knowledge made Baz recoil against it, ripping his arm out of Simon’s grip.

“Try to remember that you are not a common guest here,” Baz hissed, “You are my prisoner. It is in your best interest to realize your place here.”

He saw Simon’s expression flatten, watched all the emotion in his face die off. Baz had thought pity was the worst thing to see in Simon’s eyes. He had been wrong. Before he could make the situation worse, he stormed out of the dining room.

It was stupid of him to think anything could happen between them. Simon was a warm and attractive man, full of honor and loyal to his responsibilities. Even if Baz weren’t a monster, even if he could reveal himself as the prince he had once been, it wouldn’t matter. Baz was the man who had taken away Simon’s freedom, who’d forced him to carry out a sentence for a crime that his father had committed. No matter the circumstance, Baz would always be the person who took everything away from Simon. A couple of good conversations and some supportive furniture couldn’t change any of that. 

He walked over to the rose and touched the glass longingly. This was the first time he’d ever truly wanted to break the spell, the first time he felt there might be something worth fighting for. But somehow, he felt further away from breaking the spell than he ever had before.

As he walked away for bed, another rose petal fell.  

The past, the present... The future. -Part 3

Summary: In SHIELD you are known for your charisma and your irrational optimism. Specially taking in count the irreversible curse HYDRA condemned you with. Because of that, Director Fury has determinate that you are the best person to take care of Bucky’s mental state.

Chapter 3: The Soldier.

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Y/N: Your name

Warnings: Mentions of insomnia, human experiments and death.

Word count: 2,082

A/N: Finally the last introductory chapter! After this one, we are going to get right into action.

Previously: Part 1, Part 2.

Originally posted by iwantcupcakes

Y/N’s POV:

Wow. Just wow. This room is amazing: plasma TV, microwave and mini fridge, slide-in closet, king sized bed, as much bookshelves as i could wish for and a computer that is nearly as big as the TV are just some of the many things it includes.

I feel tired just by looking at the amount of things I have to unpack. It’s pretty obvious that Nick doesn’t expect me to finish this mission any time soon.

Even though the inside of the compound is nice and warm, the cold from the first month of the year has settled deep into my bones, so I decide to take a hot shower before anything else. I open the door of the bathroom and… lets just say it doesn’t fall behind in comparison to the room.

Apart from the incredible design and facilities (Is that a hot tube?), the bathroom is stocked with most of my favorite products, which means someone (AKA Fury) wanted me to feel at home. I set the water at highest temperature (I’m really dying to try the hot tube, but I need to get on with unpacking, so it will have to wait) and I step in.

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spirit-gem  asked:

#5 Terra and Namine Friendship please :>


#05. things you didn’t say at all

summaryShe’s so used to adults demanding things of her, with zero regard for her own wishes or comfort, that the drastic change is like a breath of fresh air. He’s giving her time to think, to choose for herself whether she wants to be open with him or not. She decides that she does. [Terra + Naminé, post-KH3.]

Ao3 version here

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eronthebender  asked:

I love your Fenris inquisition banter. Can you do one about Fenris going into the Fade with Hawke and the different types especially whether or not they romanced him?

First entering the fade

Fenris: Fenhendis! Fasta vass!

Blue!Hawke: Are you alright Fenris?

Fenris: (sighs) I’ve said it before. You lead me to strange places, my friend. 

Purple!Hawke: Oops? (if Fenris turned on Hawke in ‘Night Terrors’) Let’s hope this doesn’t turn out like last time. 

FenrisFestis bei umo canavarum. (you will be the death of me)

Red!Hawke: Stop your whining and move. We don’t have time for this!

Fenris: You’re impossible. 

The Fear Demon

if in a Romance

Fear Demon: Do you think it mattered, Hawke? Do you think anything you ever did mattered? You couldn’t even save your city. How could you expect to strike down a god? Fenris is going to die, just like your family, and everyone you ever cared about.

Blue!Hawke:  Of course, a fear demon would know where to hurt us most. We must ignore it.

Fenris: If we die, Hawke, it will be together.

Purple!Hawke: Well, that’s going to grow tiresome quickly.

Fenris: If anyone is going to die, it will not be me, demon. 

Red!Hawke: I’m going to enjoy killing this thing.

Fenris: You won’t be doing it alone. 

If not in a romance

Fear Demon: Do you think it mattered, Hawke? Do you think anything you ever did mattered? You couldn’t even save your city. How could you expect to strike down a god? You’re a failure, and your family died knowing it.”

Fenris (regardless of Hawke’s response): May you learn, demon. 

If in a romance with a Mage Hawke who sided with mages

Fear Demon: All that running, Fenris, and still you bind yourself to magic. Were you ever truly free? Even now s/he has you dancing to her/his tune. Would you ever have fought for a mage before? Not even Denarius held so much power over you.  

Fenris: You will be silenced, wretch, even if I have to do it myself!

If in a romance with a mage Hawke who sided with the templars

Fear Demon: All that running, Fenris, and still you bind yourself to magic. Were you ever truly free? Even now s/he has you dancing to her/his tune. S/he even turned against her/his own kind. How can you trust her/him not to turn on you as well?

Fenris: I will not justify myself to a demon!

If in a romance with any other Hawke

Fear Demon: How well can you protect her/him in my realm, Fenris? You didn’t do so well the last time. Perhaps this time you will run her/him through yourself and know what true freedom really is. 

Fenris: You will die before you touch Hawke, demon!

If not in a Romance

Fear Demon: How can you be certain any of this is real, Fenris? Physically traveling into the fade like the ancient magister’s your scorn. Did you ever really believe you could escape your place? Magic has no limits to what it can make you believe.

FenrisNa via lerno victoria. (only the living know victory)

If Hawke is Left to die in the fade


Fenris: You will take me back to her/him or I will feed you your own heart, Inquisitor! 


Fenris:  Vitae benefaria, Hawke…

Misc Fade Banter

Fenris: How you always end up in these messes is a mystery for the maker. 

purple!Hawke: Oh, I don’t know, I always thought the answer was to blame Varric and exit with haste. 

Fenris: (muffled laugh) Considering how he writes you, you may not be far off. 

Blue!Hawke: Just once I’d like to spend an evening doing something normal. 

Fenris: This is normal for you. 

Red!Hawke: At this point you should be used to it. 

Fenris: If I ever get used to walking the fade, you will be the first to know. 



Fenris: Sometimes I wonder why I follow you. 

Blue!Hawke: I’ll make it up to you when we’re back home, Fenris. 

Fenris: Perhaps I’ll make it up to you.

Purple!Hawke: Whatever happened to, ‘I enjoy following you?’

Fenris: Seven years and a High Dragon.

Red!Hawke: If you don’t like it, next time I’ll leave you behind. 

Fenris: You could try. 


Hawke: Spiders! Why did it have to be spiders?

Fenris: Demons, dragons, and abominations, and it’s the spiders that bother you?

Purple!Hawke: They’re obviously unholy abominations that came about because of blood magic, Fenris. No kind and forgiving maker would design something with so many legs!

Blue!Hawke: It’s the legs. Too many of them. Ugh

Red!Hawke: (grunts) Shut up.

anonymous asked:

umieli, 5? thanks :3

A/N: I’m sorry for this long delay. The requests have been sitting in my inbox for the longest time because I was either too lazy/ not motivated or I was too busy with my college life. I hope you see this Anon!

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“Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”

“So…explain to me how this happened again?” Umi’s eyebrows twitched while a child-like Eli clutched onto her leg in confusion. Nozomi and Nico gave each other a concerned look, neither wanting to fess up or lie to their friend of the events leading to Eli becoming a three-year old.

“Well?” The pair jumped at the dangerous tone and the stern look they received. Despite being younger than them, Nozomi and Nico knew how fatal an attack from Umi can be whether it was with magic or physically. And to make matters worse, they had turned their only shield from that wrath into a child.

“Take one for the team Nicocchi.” Nozomi lightly pushed the shorter girl closer to Umi and hid behind her small body.

“What?! Why me?! This all started because of you!” Nico turned around and glared at Nozomi. “If you hadn’t pulled Eli in front of the spell, this wouldn’t have happened!”

“So, you were targeting me.” Nozomi feigned being hurt. “I can’t believe you would do that. Even after you said that you love me. Was it all a lie?”

“Nozomi!” Nico knew well were this was going. “You damned titty monster don’t try to get out of this and leave me behind to the demon!”

“D-don’t fight! Fighting means you hate each other.” Eli stood between the two. “Papa said to always apologize to each other and make up…so…don’t hate each other…”

Tears were threatening to spill from Eli’s eyes. Nico and Nozomi immediately stopped and baffled by the new side of Eli they have never seen.

“I-it’s not like I hate her or anything…” Nico muttered under her breath. A light shade of pink colored her cheeks.

“Don’t worry Elichi, Nicocchi and I were just messing with each other.” Nozomi bent down to wipe away the small tears. “Don’t cry okay?”

A sigh left Umi’s lips. “I believe I still deserve an explanation.”

“Don’t worry, we’ll find a way to fix your girlfriend Umi-chan. For the time being look after her for us.” Nozomi grabbed Nico by the hand and sprinted off. “Let’s go Nicocchi.”

“Wait! I never said-” The two were already gone before she could finish her sentence.

The first years eyed the small blonde who was on the floor coloring without a worry in the world. Then they all looked back at Umi who seemed to be puzzled at the reason why they were giving her that look.

“So, what did those two do this time? Didn’t they learn from their last mistake after turning each other into animals?” Maki crossed her arms and sat back in her chair.

“I’m sure they didn’t mean to get Eli-chan caught in between it…” Hanayo meekly tried to defend the two upperclassmen.

“…” Rin kept looking at Eli in silence.

“What’s wrong Rin?” Umi wondered what was going through the other’s mind.

“If this this how Eli-chan looks like when she’s little, does that mean if Umi-chan and Eli-chan have a baby together she would look like this?” Maki and Hanayo were surprised by how bold the statement came out of the ginger’s mouth. Then again, it was Rin.

“E-excuse me?!” Umi’s cheeks instantly went up in flmaes.

“UMI-CHAN AND ELI-CHAN HAVE A CHILD?!” Two individuals immediately barged through the doors almost breaking it. Umi had wished it was just a strong wind, but sadly, her two childhood friends were more than she could handle right now. “UMI-CHAN, SINCE WHEN DID YOU AND ELI-CHAN DID ‘IT’?!”

“ENOUGH!” Umi wanted to crawl into a hole. She was tired; too tired to deal with this mess she didn’t cause. In the back of her mind she was planning the murder of two certain upperclassmen in very vivid details. “We haven’t done anything shameless like that!”

“Hehe, we know, we just wanted to tease you Umi-chan.” Honoka smiled playfully. Annoyed, Umi pulled on the other’s cheeks, earning a cry of help from Honoka to Kotori to save her from their childhood friend.

Eli tilted her head in confusion through all the ruckus. Looking back at her drawing she smiled to herself and stood up carrying the piece of to the stressed Umi. “Look, I drew this for you.” Touched by the little blonde’s gesture, Umi looked at the drawing along with the others who were hovering above her shoulders.

“What the heck is it?” Maki bluntly commented at what she thought to be blobs of blue and yellow.

“Maki-chan, that’s mean nya.” Rin nudged the taller girl.

“What? You tell me what it is then.” The red-head grumbled.

“It’s bunnies.” Eli responded. “The yellow one is me and the blue one is Umi.”

Umi smiled at the child version of her girlfriend. Even when in grown up, Eli hadn’t lost her touch of innocence…sort of. But she had to admit, the smile of Eli’s child self was sometimes too bright for her to look at. It kind of reminded Umi of when she first met Rin and Hanayo.

“She would definitely be a cute daughter Umi-chan.” Kotori cooed. However, at this point, Umi was no longer listening to their teasing nonsense.

“I don’t want to be Umi’s daughter! I going to marry Umi!” Eli puffed out her cheek obviously showing she was upset. Everyone found it to be too adorable, yet laughable at the same time because they couldn’t take her child form seriously. On the brink of tears, Eli latched onto Umi’s waist and refused to let go while hiding her face from the other. Umi let out a chuckle and gently caressed Eli’s head.

“We better call the cops on Umi then.” Nico jokingly said while entering the room with a grin. She immediately regretted it when she received a glare from the said person.

“Well? Have you found a way to get her back?” The blue haired girl sternly asked the shorter girl.

“Don’t worry Umi-chan. The spell will only last for a couple more hours. But since she won’t leave your side, you get to take her back with you to your dorm room. Just make sure to not do anything funny.”

“I won’t!” Anger and embarrassment colored Umi’s cheeks when the two suggested she would do such things to Eli when she was in such a state. “And don’t think I’ll forget the punishment you two deserve for this!”

Umi pinched the bridge of her nose and closed her textbooks. She had completely forgotten that she had a test for her Potions class tomorrow and decided to do some last-minute review to freshen up her mind. They had already had dinner and taken a bath together. The thought of taking one with Eli when she’s back to normal did make her blush for a good while though.

“Umi…” A tiny yawn escaped from Eli as she hugged the stuff bunny that was, ironically, given to Umi from Eli.

“I’m sorry, are you tired Eli? I can turn off the lights and you can go to sleep first.”

“I want to sleep with you…” The words came out in a small mumble, almost like a plea which made it even harder for Umi to resist. Closing her textbooks, Umi decided to call it a night and went to get ready for bed. Eli slipped into the covers with the stuffed animal and smiled at the other. However, once the lights went out, it was like the girl completely changed. Immediately, Eli hid under the covers, terrified as if something was going to eat her alive.

“Eli? Are you okay?” Umi had completely forgot about Eli’s fear of the dark and rushed to the bed where the other was. Peeking out of the covers, Eli pulled on Umi’s pajamas, gesturing the other to get in bed with her.

“You won’t leave me right Umi?” The older girl, for now at least, was taken aback from the question. Umi gave Eli a gentle smile and got in bed, pulling the other close to her.

“No. Never.” Before she realized it herself, Umi was softly stroking the blonde’s hair, carefully lulling the other to sleep. “I promise you Eli.” It wasn’t long before sleep took over Umi too.


The next morning, Umi felt a heavy weight laying on her chest. It wasn’t uncomfortable, but it was different from what she had felt last night. Opening her eyes, citrine colored irises squinted at the ceiling and blinked to focus their surroundings. She slightly lifted her head and found Eli sleeping on top of her back to her normal age and size, however, she was completely naked.  

Eli mumbled in her sleep and nuzzled more into Umi’s warmth. A blush crept across Umi’s face when she realized this is the first time they have woken up together like this. Shameless thoughts entered her mind as she tried to control her heated face. A stifled giggled escaped from Eli making the other realized that the blonde was awake the whole time.


“Umi is so warm~.” The older pulled Umi closer and took in her scent. “I want to stay like this forever.”

“Eli please get off me…” The blue haired girl wanted to burry herself in a hole. She could feel Eli’s chest pressing against hers and was having wild thoughts of what could happen.

“Do you hate it?” Eli pouted. “Or do you like younger girls? You were fine with me like this when I had the body of a child.

“That’s not-” The comfortable weight lifted off her chest leaving an empty feeling as a replacement. Her girlfriend sat at the edge of the bed wrapped up in the bed sheet and crossed her arms. “Wait a minute. Are you jealous?” It was a ridiculous question, there was no way Eli would be jealous over such a trivial thing. It’s not like she was with another girl; she was with Eli the whole time.

“I’m sure you found my younger self to be much cuter. In fact-”

“My girlfriend is cute regardless of what age and size she is. But I prefer you to be back to normal because I can’t do…d-do couple things…with you when you’re a three-year-old…” Eli was stunned by Umi’s confession. It wasn’t everyday her girlfriend would admit to liking the lovey-dovey things couples do.

“Really?” Eli look back at her red-faced girlfriend.

“Don’t make me repeat myself twice.” Amber irises averted away from Eli’s eyes. “And please put some clothes on.”

“I love you Umi.” Eli brought her hand to Umi’s chin and gently tilted her chin up. It was hard to resist such a cute face.

“Just hurry up already…” Umi’s face was glowing brighter by the second. She could hear her heart pound against her chest in her ears, but she didn’t want to turn away.

“Are you saying you don’t-” Eli’s sentence was cut off by a kiss from the younger girl, only to quickly end when Umi pulled away.

“How much longer are you going to stay naked? I don’t want you to catch a cold.” Umi bit her lip to stop herself from kissing Eli again.

“One more time.” Eli pleaded and pushed Umi back onto the bed.

“We’ll be late for class Eli!”

“Do you want to make a little me instead?”