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anonymous asked:

Prompt “tell me what you want from me” Cordelia and James

Cordelia huffed in frustration, slumping against Lucie’s bedspread. Her parabatai was out, and she was alone in the room. With James.

He stared at her, his golden eyes glinting in the darkness, making him seem like an animal, watching. Waiting.

She wasn’t sure was drew her to him, he was quite handsome, and he was pleasant company, but she supposed it was the fact that he seemed quite alone, even with a loving family and great friends. 

“Are you going to tell me why you dragged me up here?” he said, a hint of amusement in his eyes. Ah yes. That was what she was angry about.

She held her head up high, and stared straight at him. “Yes. I am.” she said coldly.

James looked surprised, his arched eyebrows lifting into his ever-growing hair.

She cleared her throat. “Tell me what you want from me.” she spoke boldly, without any hesitation or crack in her voice.

He coughed. “What?”

“Tell me what you want from me. You seem to respond to my flirtation, even answering back, yet when that girl, Grace, is around, you clam up and stop speaking to me for a few days. It’s not fun. Just tell me if you want to court me or not, James.”

His mouth hung open. She supposed no had spoken to him like that before, except maybe Matthew, or maybe even Grace.

She didn’t dislike Grace. In fact, she respected the other girl. She seemed icy cold and unreachable, but Cordelia had detected flickers of emotions in her eyes on more than one occasion.

“I-” James started, then shook his head and looked down.

“Tell me.” Cordelia said through gritted teeth. “Or do you plan in dragging me along forever?”

He looked at her with such hopelessness that it made her recoil. He opened his mouth to speak, and she leaned forward to listen.

whereintheworldisbuckybarnes  asked:

jily, accidental baby acquisition (whatever that means)

Lily isn’t sure what she was expecting when she opened the door to her house, but it certainly wasn’t this. 

“Lily, you have to help me,” pleads James. Her boyfriend looks as though he would be pulling out his hair if his hands weren’t otherwise occupied. “I’ve made a terrible mistake.”

There are many questions she’d like to ask, but she starts with the most pressing one. “Er, James, is that a baby in your jacket?” 

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