We are sitting on the lounge floor in our pajamas and it’s a Wednesday night. There are half empty pizza boxes littered on the table and the credits of a 2 hour long movie is rolling in the background, long forgotten. Eyes heavy from sleep deprivation and exhaustion, and 9 am lectures in the morning, yet here we are and we’re talking about everything and anything, our insides jiggling with laughter. It’s baffling how easy this is; how in the span of a mere month that we’ve been here, this feels like home already. Tucked away on the second floor apartment in our snugly little blankets with steam rising from the marshmallow laden hot chocolates in our hands, this is how most of our nights start like.
It starts like this and God, I don’t want it to ever end.
Marshmallow-Manju gave me the prompt ‘magic, snails, and bruised knuckles’ and this is what I came up with.
flicked the snail back into the cauldron and straightened his pointed
hat with his other hand. He squinted at the grimoire floating in
front of his face.
and snails, and puppy dog tails…” He muttered, turning the page
with a flick of his wrist. “That can’t be right…”
mentor had told him to go out and make some friends his own age.
had taken her advice to heart.
stirred the bubbling pink mixture counterclockwise and lowered the
heat until it popped and simmered and darkened. It was almost red
now. He stood on his tiptoes and peered into the cauldron.
had never had a friend before. His parents had brought him to the old witch when he was four years old and the magic started leaking
out between his fingertips and toes. He lived with her in a thatched
hut in the forest and the children in the nearest village laughed
whenever the two of them passed through with bundles of dried flowers
and clinking, clacking bottles.
he would just have to make a friend from scratch.
cauldron started to tremble and shake and Matthew stepped back,
raising his arms when it flashed a brilliant white, and tripping over
the hem of his cloak. He toppled backwards into shelves of mint and
ragweed. The jars crashed around him.
gasped and pushed his hat back into place.
was a naked boy standing in the cauldron. He was paler than he
should have been, maybe, and his eyes were the same colour as the bubbling mixture but he was grinning at Matthew. His elbows were scratched
and rubbed raw and his knuckles were bruised.
looked just like all the little boys in the village who fought and
climbed trees and rolled around in the grass.
Matthew scrambled up and helped pull the boy out of the cauldron.
“I’m sorry! Are you okay?”
draped his cloak over his shoulders.
you have a name?”
don’t know. Maybe. I feel like I have a name.”
can pick! My name is Matthew. I didn’t get to pick.”
boy closed his eyes for a moment before opening them again and
“Gilbert!” He said. “I feel like a ‘Gilbert’!”
a wonderful name.”
put his hands on his hips and puffed out his chest in pride.
course it is.”
you…” Matthew bounced and fidgeted with nervous excitement. He really liked Gilbert. He wanted Gilbert to like him too. “Do
you want to be my friend? I’ve never had a friend before. You would
be the first.”
Gilbert puffed up even more.
“Then I’m going to be your bestest best friend ever.”
summary: Lucy is
not amused that she has to babysit Erza’s brats after soccer practice today,
especially after Erza explains that Jellal is “distracting” her. Jerza. Implied Nalu.
rating: M. Your imagination can make it higher, I’m sure. also posted on: Fanfiction
notes: Originally going to be
<500 words. Oops. Relatively experimental writing. Not my usual and I’m not sure if it should be called fluffsmut or smutfluff. Or just plain smut. more: Also, yes, I
know it’s Angst Week. My muse likes to oppose me.
Erza falls directly into her bed when she comes home from
She feels worse than the wilted carrots that sit in the
bottom drawer of the refrigerator, still unable to participate in one of the
week’s dinner stews—and when she remembers about the vegetables, she huffs
again into her pillow, remembering that she still has to get started to working
Not to mention she still has to pick up the kids from soccer
practice in about twenty minutes.
So she kicks off her heels and rolls completely under the
cover and between the sheets, making her body as comfortable as it can lie in
her business casual pants and button up shirt. She rubs her eyes, blinking
against the afternoon sun, but she lets the light warmth settle over her body.
She channels her inner house cat and closes her eyes. She decides
to nap for just a moment, reaching her hands down to the waist of her pants to
shimmy them down as she starts to fall…
“Mmrph, Jellal—“ Her eyes open and she sees his face on the
other side of the pillow.